Date: Thu, 12 May 2011 19:46:28 GMT
From: "user459@netzero.net" <user459@netzero.net>
Subject: Bisexual/Young Friends/ Blind Brian 11

Blind Brian 11

"OK," Brian said. "I'll try to describe what I think Tina looks like, but
remember, I've never seen her."

"Just tell me what you think would happen when you first have the
opportunity to get to know each other, if you know what I mean," I
instructed him.

"OK," he started, "We're like sitting on the couch and nobody else is
around, right? And I can smell her and feel the heat coming from her
body. She's sitting right up next to me with her leg against mine. We're
both wearing shorts and I can feel her skin against mine. I'm already
getting hard. I kinda turn toward her and put my arm over her shoulder. I
can't wait to touch her face, so I bring my other hand up to her cheek and
trace my way over her face until I get a good idea of what she looks
like. I feel the softness of her skin and the silkiness of her hair. I
touch her eyes lightly and glide down to the nose and her lips. She kisses
my fingers as they explore her lips and I'm surprised at how it feels. Am I
doing all right so far?"

"Wow!" I exclaim. "You sound like a porn writer! I can't wait to see where
this goes."

"Just remember," he said, "It's all in my mind."

"Keep going..." I urge. "I let my fingers wander down her neck and over to
her shoulders and down her arm. I pull her arm and hand over toward my body
to encourage her to do some exploration, too. She takes the hint and starts
feeling my face. I'm ahead of her, so I let my hand skim over her upper
chest and onto her shirt. She's not wearing a bra, so I feel a slight rise
in the flesh under her shirt and feel for the little nipple I know will be
there. Sure enough, I find the hardening nub and run my fingertips over
it. Tina flinches and lets out a whimper. I travel over to the other side
and rub the other nipple to even things out. Tina grabs my hand and thrusts
it up under her shirt and I feel her soft, warm, flesh under my hand. I cup
her tiny mound and she seems to like it."

By now I am hard as a rock, listening to this boy describe his imaginary
first contact with a girl. He seems almost in a trance, reciting and
reliving a tale he most likely has lived out in his dreams.

"Tina's hand is on my leg and is creeping up toward my crotch. I know
she'll find a hard dick when she gets there, but I want to continue
exploring. I slide my hand down her stomach until it hits the waistband of
her shorts," he continued, and then stopped.

"What's the matter, Brian?" I asked.

"Oh, I don't know," he said. "It all sounds so phony. I mean, I haven't
done any of that stuff with Tina. Maybe it would be better if I describe it
after I've actually done it."

"You've got a point, but you were doing a damned fine job!" I said. "I've
got a pecker so hard a cat couldn't scratch it!"

"Maybe it would be better if I described something I have done," he said.
"I really would like to be playing with your pecker right now."

"Oh yeah?" I croaked as I kept stroking my hard dick. "What would you do?"

"I would pull your shorts down and feel my way down to your crotch," he
said. "I'd know when I got there because of the curly pubes you have. Then
I would go around your dick and feel down to your balls. I like them
because they're soft and furry and feel like eggs."

"Then what?" I asked, I was getting hotter by the minute. "I would pick up
your dick from lying against your belly with my other hand and stroke it up
and down."

"OK, OK," I said. He continued. "I would lift it up so I could get my mouth
close to it. I can smell the scent of your crotch and feel the warmth
coming from it. It touches my lips and it leaves a smear of pre cum on
them. I lick it off my lips and then lick it of the end of your dick. I
snake my tongue out and lick around the head of it before I let it slide
into my mouth. I love the softness of the skin and the hardness of the
flesh underneath it. I work it farther into my mouth and then back out so I
can run my tongue over the head again." He described. As he is doing so, I
try to mimic his actions with my lubed hand so it feels like he is actually
blowing me. It's working for me! "Are you playing with yourself?" Brian
asked.

"Yeah, I am," I answered. "Are you?"

"Yes," he said. "Can you feel my mouth on you? Cause that's where I'd like
to be right now. Can we just jerk off together now?"

"Sure, buddy, go for it!" I said. I was game and I was ready. I held the
phone up to my ear with my shoulder and slammed my lubed hand up and down
my rod. "I'm gonna do it, Brian!"

"Go ahead Mike," he said. "I just wish I was there to take it in my mouth."

"Oh, jeez, oh," I stammered as I felt the cum rising up from my core. I
slowed my strokes and let the waves of pleasure roll over me as I shot my
load all over my stomach. "I can hear your breathing through the phone," he
said. "Was it a good one? "Fantastic!" I said between breaths. "You give
good phone!"

"Now you listen," he said. "I'm setting the phone down while I finish off."

I hear the phone hit the sheets, then I heard the squishy sounds of the
mating of fist and dick with some lube. It was a sound I was very familiar
with, usually my fist and my dick. He was going to town and I heard
grunting and moaning, though I knew he was trying to keep it as quiet as
possible.

"I'm almost there," I heard him whisper. Then a few moans and it was
silent.

"Brian, Brian!" I called into the phone.

After a few seconds he picked up his phone and answered me. "Yeah?" he
said, out of breath.

"Was it a good one?" I asked.

"Yeah, but it would have been better if you were here," he said with a note
of sadness.

"Don't worry," I said. "I'll be over tomorrow and we'll spend a lot of time
together doing all sorts of things!

"I know," he said, "and I am excited about having the girls he and all, but
I really like being with you."

"Next time it's just you and me kid," I promised.