Date: Sat, 14 Sep 2002 19:05:49 -0400 (EDT)
From: Coder Cub <codercub@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dear Ken

Dear Ken

by CoderCub codercub@yahoo.com

(M/M/F, real)

The following is based on true events.  If you like what you read then
please send your feedback to codercub@yahoo.com.  Maybe I'll write more
about this sometime.

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Ken, if you're reading this I just want to let you know that I used to jerk
off to the sound of you masturbating in the dorm room next to mine.

You used to turn up the radio (like that wasn't at all obvious) but I could
still hear your bed squeaking as you pounded your uncut cock.  Yes, I know
that you're uncut because one day I spied on you taking a piss through the
keyhole in our bathroom door.  What really drove me crazy were those last
few seconds before you came -- your bed squeaking madly and even hitting
the wall as (I would imagine) your body twisted and writhed in pleasure.
Little did you know that I was cumming right along with you in the next
room.

I also know that you used Kleenex to capture the cum you squeezed out of
your foreskin and wiped off your hairy belly.  After you had left for class
I would sometimes look in your trash can or under your bed to find (if I
was lucky) a fresh load waiting for me.

I would unwrap your little Kleenex package and place it on my face while I
masturbated furiously, taking in deep breaths the unforgettable scent of
your cum.  Sometimes I would do this while lying in your bed while wearing
a pair of your used tighty-whities -- I used to notice how well my nut
sack filled the outline of where yours had been.

For some reason you were very insecure about your husky body.  You didn't
have a girlfriend.  Maybe it was your emerging beer belly or receding
hairline that you were worried about -- I don't know.  You and I were big
guys to start with and our boozing certainly didn't help any.  But what are
two 25 year old college dudes to do?  You were shorter and hairier than me,
standing at 5'11" and weighing around 230 pounds.  I was stockier and
taller than you, standing at 6'3" and weighing about the same as you.

Although the two of us were good friends I could tell that you harbored
some jealousy whenever I spent the night at my girlfriend's place.  On a
rare occasion when my girlfriend stayed with me at our place (I had a
single bed while she had a double) we both heard your violent masturbation
while we screwed in the next room.

I knew how badly you needed to get laid and since you were my buddy I did
what I could.  You met a nice girl (a model even) and when you finally got
her in the sack you blew it.  What the hell were you thinking?

I'm not entirely sure what was (or should I say wasn't) up with you but all
you had to do was to turn to your buddy for help.  On any of those lonely
nights all you needed to do was give me the word.  I for one appreciated
your manly, beefy body.  Your hairy beer gut didn't bother me in the least;
in fact, it turned me on considerably.  Being cut myself I would have loved
to explore your uncut cock, giving you all of the pleasure (and perhaps
more) that you could never seem to get from a woman.

I know you wouldn't have been completely opposed to this because I still
remember that time when we were traveling together.  I hadn't seen my
girlfriend in months and I was horny as hell.  We were bored and decided to
"wrassle" on the floor a bit.  Somehow we both ended up on my bed.  Without
ever uttering a word you lay very, very still on top of me for what seemed
like forever.  I could feel the stubble of your five o'clock shadow
brushing against my cheek and the heat of your breath on my neck.  I'll
never forget that moment -- the moment just before _something_ was going
to happen -- but neither of us knew what.  I could feel the tension in
your body and in the way your breathing became a little heavier.  Something
primal and very male was taking hold of us and it was going to happen right
now...

I blew that moment entirely -- my dick was already hard as I pushed you
off and then laughed to relieve the tension.  What the hell were we doing?

Man, I do regret that now.  I know that you were into it.  But I messed it
up.  I was as insecure as you were; I didn't want you to think I was a fag.