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Hi Boys - I'd
like to share with you a very romantic
experience I had. It happened a few years ago but it
seems
like last week.......
It was the middle of summer Summer when I walked into a
Broadway near my house hoping to find the perfect
birthday
gift for my dad. I didn't realize that I would end up
with
the perfect gift for myself.... I walked around the
store
with a fraction of me looking at merchandise, and the
rest
of me crusing the boys (standard mall procedure). As I
walked passed the mens shirt/tie counter I noticed this
awesome looking boy behind the counter. I tried not to
stare, however, I realized that we had caught each
others
glance. Embarrassed that I was caught crusing him, I
quickly
turned away. When I looked back a few seconds later he
was
smiling at me. I smiled back, then walked away....
"FOOL!"
I said to myself. Go back and talk to him. ...."Naaaa.
It's too late now. He'd probably think I'm a fag...."
But
I am a fag, so I waited a few minutes then navigated my
way back to the mens tie counter.... He smiled that same
hart-melting smile and asked if I needed help. I told
him
I need a birthday gift for my dad and didn't know what
to
get. (A good line to use since now he could spend more
time helping me.) 30 minutes later I walked out with a
new
wallet and his name (which I got off his name tag,
Brian)..... The following day I went back again and who
do
you think I ran into? BRIAN! This time I told him that I
was just hanging out. We talked for about an hour then I
wondered off so he could help his customers.......
A week later I was looking through my friends brother's
high school yearbook. (A very rich source of eyeball
entertainment.) As I'm flipping through the 12th grade
pages, who do think I see??? Hmmm? That's right. BRIAN!
"WOW"! I exclaimed. I grabbed his brother to ask him if
he
knew anything about this awesome teen dream. He just
smiled
a weird smile and said "No". ..... Well at least now I
had
his last name so I could look it up in the phone book
and
get his number....HA!. YES!..PROGRESS!...I did this. His
was the 4th in the list under his last name in the book.
Cool. Now what the fuck do I do with it. I can't call
him.
What would I say? I decided to let the whole thing drop
for a few days......
I was living in an apartment at the time with a (very
straight) room mate. It was about 10:00 and I was
getting
ready to crash for the night. I looked and felt like
total
dogshit from a very long day. ((Picture this: I am
unshaven, hair is thrashed, wearing nothing but
underwear,
and walking around half asleep)) There's a knock on the
door. Since my roomate was expecting his girlfriend, I
opened the door.....There stood my friends brother and
BRIAN!!!.....with that same adorable smile.......
To be continued...
Message #46
To: ALL
Subject: Summer Romance -- part 2
Continued from previous post...
Well, this is rotten timing. Of all the nights to
just.... drop in. There wasn't a whole lot I could do
about it NOW though, so I invited them both in. It turns
out that they've been friends in school for over a year.
We all kicked back and talked for about an hour then
Brian and I exchanged phone numbers (even though I
already had his). Although I still wasn't sure whether
or
not Brian was into boys, I went to sleep that night with
the
biggest shit-eating grin you've ever seen.
The next day I called him. During the course of the
conversation I learned that, while he did have a
girlfriend, he was very interested in boys but had never
been with one. I told him that I would be happy to
introduce him to the "boy" scene. He was delighted at
the
idea and so we arranged to get together that Saturday
night for an evening at Odyssey-1. (Those of you who
were
privileged to be a part of the Odyssey generation will
probably go into a mental time warp about now...) That
was the longest week in my life. Saturday night finally
arrived, and I picked him up around seven o'clock. He
looked hot! I decided to cruise up the coast toward
Malibu. When we arrived, we walked along the beach by
the
water and watched the sunset. Never before in my life
had
I felt such romantic energy for another boy. We talked
about family life and family problems, and school and
girls and... whatever. As we stood at the water's edge,
the gentle warm breeze, the last golden rays of the sun
disappearing over the horizon, and Brian standing beside
be made this one of the most intense moments of my life.
I wanted it to last forever....I wanted so much to reach
over and kiss him. But I didn't do it because I still
wasn't sure if he liked me in that way. We walked back
to
the car and headed for the Odyssey.
We arrived and entered the disco at around ten o'clock.
By
eleven I had to fight my friends (and strangers) off of
Brian. BACK! BACK YOU MONSTERS!... We danced and had a
wonderful time till about one o'clcok, then Brian asked
if
we could leave. Since he didn't want to go home right
away, we drove to a country club in the valley which,
for
some reason, never locks the gates at night. The view up
there is spectacular, making it a great place to be
alone
with someone special. Brian was certainly special to me.
We walked along the green but it was so dark we really
couldn't see where we were going. It was very warm out
that night so we decided to sit down on the grass and
talk awhile. We sat very close and discussed the
evening. He thanked me for protecting him from the
boy-eating mob in the club. We sat there talking for
about a half hour then I asked him what he wanted to do.
He suggested going back to my apartment. Well, I could
hold back no longer. I reached over and kissed him very
softly. As I ran my fingers through his silky smooth
hair, the fragrance of his cologne, and the softness of
his lips, created emotional and physical feelings that
were almost too powerful for us to handle. That first
kiss lasted for what seemed like eternity. We continued
holding and kissing on under the stars until we noticed
that the sun was beginning to rise. Again, he suggested
that we go back to my apartment. I took him home
instead. I told him that in two weeks he would be
eighteen and I wanted to be his birthday present.... Two
weeks later we had a night that made the evening on the
country club green seem mild in comparison....
Thank you Brian. I will never forget you.
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He was my best friend, and we had frequent sleep overs.
But,
somehow, both of us knew this would be different. We'd
been
playing basketball in the back and we were both sweaty
and red
from the workout. As we stripped our tee shirts off, I
saw him
watching me with an odd look on his face. I didn't know
what to
make of it. As we pulled down our sweaty shorts and
headed for
the shower, he yelled "me first," and darted past me
into the
bathroom. I could hear water running and steam escaped
the door
which was left ajar. He seemed to be in there a really
long
time, and I yelled, "Come on, dork, let me get in." "You
can
come in," he said. Thinking he was through, I went into
the
john. He was standing there in the shower with soap all
over
his stomach and dick and all, and he was washing his
dick with a
little more energy than I thought necessary. It was
longer
than I remember it and seemed pumped up. "Get in," he
said
nonchalantly, as if this was the most normal request in
the
world. "Get in and I'll help you shower." "What are you
crazy?"
I asked. "No, listen do it -- don't ask so damned many
questions." I don't know why I used to obey him. I mean,
he
really was bossy sometimes, and I don't know why, but I
generally did what he told me too. Just that afternoon,
while
we were playing ball, I had to take a leak. I went
behind a
bush and pulled out my dick. Then, I looked around and,
there he
was, watching. "Let me hold it for you," he said. I
thought
that was really strange, but the next thing I knew, he
was
holding MY COCK while I was peeing. When I finished, he
shook
it and then put it away for me. Anyway, when he told me
to get
in the shower, I did it! It was a small stall and our
bodies
touched. I still didn't really know what was going on.
He took
the bar of soap and began rubbing it on my chest, making
a
lather. Weird, I thought, and then his hands moved down
to my
belly and he soaped it up. His hands went in a circular
motion.
I looked at his face ... Christ we were almost kissing
we were
so close. He looked back with a smile and said, "Relax,
man,
I'm gonna show you something neat. Just lean back
against the
shower wall and close your eyes and ... let it happen."
I did
what he said and his hands moved a little lower to the
top of
my pubic hairs. He was washing, soaping, pushing,
tugging,
fooling around. I should have stopped him, I suppose,
but it
was feeling ok, good actually. Now he was soaping my
...my
"thing" ... and like it was ... terrific. His slippery
hands
moved around my body, soaping and washing my balls, my
asshole,
my legs, and back to my dick. After awhile, he had
gotten me
really hard and excited, and he turned around with his
tail to
me. "Now, put it in me." "What!" I almost shouted.
"Yeah,
stick in inside my ass. That's what this is all about --
I want
you to fuck me." He reached around and started guiding
my
thick, hard dick into his asshole. It was covered with
soap, my
dick that is, and it slid around his hole ... but his
ass was
hard and tight. "Push harder," he said, and he bent over
to
give me maximum hole. "First, your finger," he said,
"put your
finger in my hole." I touched the outside of his anus
opening.
"Oh, that's it. Now push it in as deep as you can." His
muscles
resisted, put I was able to pop my finger through and
felt the
inside of his ass. "Now do it with three fingers," he
said. I
complied. "Now wiggle them around," and I did. He was
moaning, "oh, that feels great." He raised his ass
higher in the
air. "Now, replaced the fingers with your cock and slam
it
into me. "What the hell, I thought, everything is an
experience
.. so, why not? I pushed on my cock, pushed and pushed
and ...
it started going in as his asshole muscles relaxed.
After I got
through the opening, it went in easily. He groaned, but
said
"Don't stop -- now just push and pull, push and pull and
make
yourself come in my asshole." "You WANT me to?" I asked,
surprised. "No, asshole -- of course I do." He began
grinding
his ass around to help me get into the motion he wanted.
And I
began to feel light-headed, like I was going to come.
I'd never
come in any way but jerking off ... by myself. This
whole
thing was really wild. "Don't stop fucking, he said,
gasping.
I picked up the pace again. "I think I'm gonna come."
"Yeah,
baby, that's what I want you to do. I want to feel your
jism
sliding down my asshole ... there's nothing like it."
"Oh,
I'm losing it," I said. "Give up, stop trying to control
it.
Come ... NOW, NOW, NOW." he said, grinding his butt
against me,
damned near lifting me in the air. "Oh, God, here I go."
I
could feel my legs give in a little and I almost fell on
him as
I blew off, and it was like supercharged, better than
jacking
off alone. We remained in that position for a minute or
so, and
then I pulled out of his ass. I was still really
surprised. He
stood up, and before I knew what happened, he gave me a
deep
kiss and stuck his tongue in my mouth. Then, he looked
at me
with a smile and said, "see ... that's what friends are
for!"
We both finished showering, with me wondering what
tonight would
be like. Shit, this was only the afternoon!! |