Date: Thu, 19 Jan 2017 09:30:06 -0800 From: William RS Subject: OUR LOVE IS BEAUTIFUL OUR LOVE IS BEAUTIFUL Business before pleasure: The standard disclaimers apply. Before you go ahead and get a raging boner reading my writing below, please consider being a good guy and donating to Nifty so writers like me can continue to explain our sexual experiences. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Like all my installments, I will offer some musings and background at the end of this installment. ******* Our Love is Beautiful "Wills, I've missed you," he uttered softly, "It's been too..." "Shush, don't say a word," I said as I gently put two fingers to his lips. John looked at me pleadingly. Our eyes were locked on each other. John gave me a small smile and I knew I wanted that smile in my mind, now and forever. "Wills, touch me. Hold me." I gently stroked his peach fuzz cheek with one hand and reached for his hand with my other hand. I ran my fingers through his long hair and he closed his eyes and shuddered. He reached up and mirrored my affections. I led him with my hand in his to his bed and had him sit at the side. I slowly undid his snap button cowboy shirt and pulled it to each side baring his fairly hairless chest. He had some darkening hair around his nipples and upper chest but what was really noticeable was his hairy "love trail" that started just below his navel that disappeared at his still panted belt line. I rolled his shirt off his shoulders. I lightly ran my fingers across the hairs on his chest, being careful to not touch his skin. I lightly touched his arms, his shoulders, his back, his thick patch of arm pit hairs. Slowly, gently. He squirmed with each light touch. "Does it tickle?" I asked. "In a good way," John responded. He was quivering and had goosebumps. I looked him in the eyes. He closed his eyes and moved his head close to mine. Closer. He opened his eyes slightly and saw my eager willingness to have him. We kissed. On the lips. First a little peck, then another. "More, John, I'm here for you." Then a full on passionate wet kiss. No tongues, just yet. John ran his hands through my hair. My hands were busy exploring every inch of his upper body. Concentrating on the hairs around his nipples. As we embraced John started crying. "Wills, you're beautiful." As we sat next to each other at the side of his bed, I gently eased John onto his back. His hair flopped to the bedspread and his eyes were closed with telltale streaks on his pink cheeks that indicated he had been crying. "Let's make you more comfortable," I said as I noticed the obvious erection tenting under his pants. He had more goosebumps as I undid his belt. Then his zipper. I gently worked his pants off. John was absolutely like a god in his underwear. He was developing; becoming a man. His legs had a golden brown hairiness that was more than the sparse hairs of a boy. "You have a wet spot," I chuckled as I touched the tip of his engorgement through his undies. "Let's see where your love trail leads," I remarked as I ran my fingers along it, again, being careful not to touch his skin. I slid his white briefs off, revealing a boner that was pretty much man size, now; about 6 inches, I figured. It stood, pointing toward his chin and parallel to his much darker brown pubic bush. At full attention, his cock was pulling his ball sack up and away from the protection of John's crotch as if it were intentionally presenting its precious jewels to me. It is truly love when my best friend trusts me with his testicles. The sight of John in this most vulnerable state took my breath away. His engorged glans was slimy with the pre-cum he had been oozing for quite some time. I put my face down to his love trail and kissed my way to his pubes. Once there, I took a sizable breath and delighted my senses with his adolescent scent. "Wills, I want you naked, too. Please strip for me" He sat up and watched as I stood up next to the bed and did a little strip tease dance in front of his eager eyes. I kicked my shoes off. My socks. I removed my shirt and intentionally whipped it gently across his face so he could smell my pit odor. "You have the honor of removing my pants, now," I exclaimed. I wanted the naked sexy god sitting in front of me to have this honor. He soon had my manhood free in the heavy, sexy air of his bedroom. "Impressive!" John remarked at the sight of my 6-1/2 inch boner. We both got up on his bed and lay there staring into each other's eyes. Kissing, touching each other with "electric" hair touches. Nothing below the belt. Not yet. This was going to last a long time. Licking nipples. Rubbing, massaging. Loving...... Bliss overtook us as we intertwined our sweaty bodies together for what seemed like hours but was probably more like 15 minutes. Our hands were feeling each other, everywhere. We grabbed each other's butts and held on tight. I felt John's excitement pressed against my navel. Pre-cum soaked our pubes and was smeared all around our mid-sections where our penis tips touched each other during our "love wrestle." Our love was sweaty and lusty, but it was gentle, tender, and beautiful at the same time. The scent of our sweaty love making made me want even more. Intoxicating! John was on his back. I got up to my knees and straddled his chest, facing his feet. His boner pointed straight toward me. "Relax, John. Lay back and enjoy." I went down and started to kiss his navel. I moved along, kissing his love trail. My head bumped his penis tip. I dove under his rock hard cock and buried my face in his dark haired pubic bush, breathing in its sexy odors. The ultimate focus of my love making was now going to get its reward. As I leaned forward to inspect John's cock, up close, I had to raise my butt off his chest. "Oh my god!" John had reached up and was fondling my tight ball sack which was inches from his gaze. "Wills, scoot back a little," he commanded. I then felt the something wonderful happening to my ball sack. It started out light, but it was unmistakable. Wet and warm. Soft and gentle. John was tenderly licking my ball sack. "What are you waiting for?" he challenged. Oh yeah. I went back to my goal. John's penis was full of pre-cum in various stages of drying out. And it was going to be nobody else but me to clean it up. I started at his engorged acorn tip. I tongued it like a lollypop. "Oh yeah, lick me more," he cooed. I licked all up and down the hardened shaft. The scents. The salty flavor. My face enjoying my best friend's cock, up close and personal, with all my senses. Then John's ball sack. With each lick, I then drew back and watched how his balls gyrated and danced with excitement in their protective pouch. I opened my mouth wide and sucked this jewel pouch into my mouth. My tongue went to work, massaging what I imagined were testicles that needed some serious draining at this stage of our love making. "God, I need to sperm," he pleaded. He was mimicking my attentions to his cock, on my own. Then I did it. I went back to John's tip opened my mouth and took it in. "Careful, your teeth!" he cried. "Sorry, sorry!" I whispered. It was total "amateur hour" there when it came to this first time. I made sure my mouth was wide open as I closed my lips around his beautiful erection. We did each other, 69. It would be a few years before I would know it by this. First slow and gentle. I would move my mouth up and down his shaft. My tongue massaging this tasty hard treat. John matched my rhythm with his own mouth. "I'm getting close." John was getting goosebumps again and he began thrusting his boner deep to the entry of my throat. I gagged. "Sorry, sorry." We were two cute boys figuring out this form of sex for the first time. Honest mistakes. Vulnerable. Trusting. Forgiving. Love. Orgasms! We both came in each other's mouths. John first. I felt his penis pulsing and his man juice intermixing with my saliva. It tasted surprisingly bland but was not unpleasant. I obliged my own erotic joy about minute later. I didn't swallow. I don't think John did, either. I immediately withdrew my mouth filled with John's love load. We both instinctively embraced and kissed. A deep tongue kiss. My sperm and John's sperm being shared between us in a compassionate kiss. Two boys in love. Our love is beautiful. ******* Comments and constructive criticisms to: wrsjrm@gmail.com Post script comments and musings: I introduced John and me in the Nifty "Young Friends" series, "Penis Punishments." I closed installment 3 with the indication that things would get oral with us. Because this writing had no "punishments," I submitted it as a stand-alone story that continues our relationship detailed in "Penis Punishments." Our relationship had evolved. We started out with what I have described as a "boyish penis love," with all the excitement of doing erotic, stimulating, and sometimes a little evil, "boy" things to our penises. But our love for each other matured. It became an emotional love. It was more than our penises. I started looking at John in a different way and I certainly liked the way he looked at me. When I was very young, the thought of licking another boy's penis and putting it in my mouth would have been unthinkably gross. Then John came around and we experienced the joys of discovering sex with each other. That included seeing, touching, smelling, tasting, and hearing his soft encouraging voice as we now made love to each other. The sadness one may have sensed with John in the writing above was that my family was moving to another town in the Seattle area and our friendship would not continue. At my new school, many girls found me cute and I had my first kiss with a girl in the back of a ski school bus when it was dark for the afternoon trip back from the ski area in the Cascade Mountains to the Puget Sound lowlands. We had an "open house" party at our new house and invited several families from the "old neighborhood," including John's. The one thing I remember was I had received a motorbike for Christmas and I took John and the other guys around our sizable property on it. John hugged me just a little bit tighter than the other boys and I'm sure I know why. I went to college at the University of Washington and became engaged to a lovely woman. I had an epiphany, however, and I called off the marriage because I found another love, this time, a man. I consider myself gay, but my sexual encounters with a few women were as erotic as my times with John. I met up with John, some 40 years later after he found my business' Email and we agreed to meet. John was married with a college age son. He admitted that he still had a fondness towards men and he wondered if what we had done had the same impact on me. Fact is, probably. The real thing is all love is beautiful. Love does not discriminate. It does not care whether one is LGBTQ, or S. Love is NOT lust. Be smart enough to know the difference. Take care all who have enjoyed my writings. I will occasionally write more on fantasies I have had inspired by my relationships when I am motivated to do so. wrsjrm@gmail.com Will S.