Date: Sat, 29 May 2010 02:11:10 -0700 (PDT)
From: Elian Obrien <incendiario_lean@yahoo.com>
Subject: A closer friendship Ch 1

Alright, this is a story that portraits the homosexual shennanigans between
two mostly heterosexual guys, If you're not into that kind of things, well,
go read some other kind of horny stuff!

This is a real story, a secret known by only by the two people who lived
it, and I write it here as some kind of therapy. Even when I have my diary
in spanish I chose to write it in english as a way of keeping somewhat
transparent. There's a lot I wouldn't say in spanish.

Mail me to incendiario_lean@yahoo.com for corrections, doubts, suggestions
or even hatemail!

A CLOSER FRIENDSHIP

Well, is he hot? sure for me. I mean, he isn't really the type of guy who
represents the current standards of what's hot, and I don't even like those
guys, but he has his things. In fact, he's quite a charming guy and does
well with women. He's not very tall at all, I'm about 8 inches taller, and
he's rather chubby, but he has a body that drives me quite crazy, a bit
feminine even. His chest is awesome, he has something like small manboobs,
and they're very sensitive. In fact, that's the place I generally start
"attacking", it's a bit like his weak spot. When he's very horny is not
rare to get him to shiver and moan like a bitch just by licking his
nipples. He really doesn't have much pigment and that makes him look rather
cute. His nipples are pink, and his skin is so white he always look quite
pinkish. After so many years, I got to know that his asshole was also pink,
the first pink asshole I seen. See, he's not really gay, neither I am, but
I really know how to get him horny and I have years fantasizing about
fucking him.

We're the same age, 27 as I write, and been friends for 20 years. We
introduce each other to other people as "my brother", and we really feel
like we are. It took years to get to cross that line again, as we had
fooled a bit in the hornier times of our lives, but now we're grown up, and
we're both quite some pervs. He's rather reluctant sometimes but I know how
to get him to play along, once there, I do make him have an awesome time.

About four years ago we ended up crossing it again. He had split with his
wife and came to live with me, I didn't have a spare room so we shared my
bed. Nothing really happened for weeks until one day, he told me I had
grabbed his boob and played with it in my sleep. "A bit is fine" he told
me, "but it hurted". Then I don't know what got into me but I wasn't into
being with guys for quite long. The idea of fucking him got into my mind,
and that's something I'm yet to achieve, since it took me like three years
to even see his asshole. So figure there's not much actual fucking really
going on in this story!

One night shortly after, he had fallen asleep and I was just laying without
really achieving any sleep. As I ussually do when I can't sleep, I decided
to jerk off. I really didn't mind much having him in the bed while I got
into it, after all, I had jerked by his side for years when teens, but it
was the first time I did that since he moved with me. The idea got into my
head again, and I started to think about having sex with him. he was there,
asleep, in his underwear and I was there, awake, with my hard cock in my
hand and my mind rolling like a crazed perv. I started to look at his
chest, and I really wanted to touch it. I spent quite a deal of time slowly
jerking myself while deciding wether to touch him or not, the idea of doing
something that could damage our relationship was haunting me, but I was
finding it very hard to resist, finally, his own words, "a bit is nice",
were enought to make me take courage and I went on. At first, I simply
placed my palm on his chest, rather contorted for my own jerking, and
stared at his face to see if he reacted. Decided to not chickening, I
slowly slid it towards his boob and softly grabbed it and. I took his
nipple between my fingers and he moved his mouth. That's when he reacted,
he opened his mouth a bit and I felt how the nipple was getting harder. I
kept jerking myself in a rather uncomfortable position as I realized he did
indeed had a reaction I was slow enough to not check: His tight shorts were
bulgy with what it seemed a good old boner. I prodded it with the tip of my
fingers and it was hard, but when I prodded it again I felt the twitch of a
rush of blood. I chickened and went back to his torso, now going through
his belly. I really like his belly, he has a nice curvy one, the kind of
belly a guy who doesn't take care of his body has, without being really
big. I explored it with my hand, caressing its limits, and slowly flirting
with grabbing the boner by exploring his inner legs and low belly, with my
dick oozing hours of precum and fantasizing about a fuck that was not going
to happen, and I finally slid my hand onto his bulge. I touched his balls
with my fingers and starting rubbing his dick with my palm, and that
feeling of the spasm of bloodrushs was simply too hot for me to handle, and
I came after about two minutes, gushing several shots into my pants already
soaked with precum.

But I really didn't feel very well after touching him. I laid there, soaked
in my own cum for a while with a blank mind, and an odd feeling assaulted
me. Guilt is probably the closest word to describe it.

The next days I grew suspicious on him being aware of what had happened. He
was quite a lot more physically playful. I mean, we always been very
physical towards each other. We'd hug, kiss, punch, bite or simply foolily
wrestle, but we started some kind of game of bothering the other by
touching the ass or the balls. bed was calm, a couple of times when I got
the idea into my head I just went to the bathroom and have a jerk on my
own, and we ussually woke up quite entangled with each other. He even had
some awckward moments of being about saying something and going like "Oh,
nevermind". One of our wrestles over the remote was the key to know that he
was feeling some kind of exciment on it, after probably half an hour of
holding, grappling, and forcing, i went straight into his balls and I found
out his dick was hard. It was ood, I watched him to his face, probably
harder than he was, and he simply went "ok, let's stop". I played it cool,
but that made the pervyness come up again.

For days I struggled with myself to not do anything, but one day I just
couldn't help it. I found myself fully awake, staring at the ceiling, with
his arm grabbing my torso and one of his legs between mine. And hard as a
rock. My heart pumped like mad. My hand was trapped so close to his cock it
was just torturous, and I was dying to know if he was hard. I reached into
his underwear and I felt his hairless pubes with my fingers. I quickly took
the hand from there and startes to touch his leg and ass with my other
hand. I turned to him and he laid on his back, then I had him right where I
wanted it. He was hard. I went right into his chest and played with it a
little, but now I was determined to grab his dick with my hand. I rubbed
his belly a bit and started to slowly get my hand more deeper into his
shorts. When I grabbed his dick, I just held it high feeling it twitching
and he moaned and cover his eyes with his arm. I'm sure he believed I would
suck it, but I just wanted to jerk him. I slid my hand to the base of his
cock between the balls and I started to rub it. It was a long time since I
las have seen his cock. Ha has a rather small and thin cock, always shaved
just to make it look bigger, with enough foreskin to have you be careful
when revealing the head. When I slid it down he complained. I was super
horny, with his cock in my hand and knowing he was aware of what was
happening, and I just started to jerk both cocks at the same time. He heavy
grasp was making me even hornier, and he came rather quickly. As soon as I
realized, I don't know why but that's something I quite kept doing from
there on, I took the cum off his belly and lubed my own cock with it. I
came almost right away. Our heavy breathings was everything we heard. I was
really hoping for him to say something, but it didn't happen. I was feeling
awesome and seemingly he did too, as we woke holding each other with our
sticky cocks off our underwears.

I wanted him to say something for the whole next day, but it didn't happen
until very late. That night we were attending to a posh party, and then to
another party, and had taken some drugs. We ended up quite wasted, and as
we going to the second party he told me "We should do something about our
sleep". That was overwhelming, because it let me know he thought something
was wrong with it. I muttered a "Yeah" and I proposed we should put our
respective pillows at each end of the bed.

When we got home we were terribly drunk and I wasn't thinking about the
subject. We did put the poillows as planned, but that night something I
wouldn't expect happen. I woke up to him grabbing my hand with both of his
and rubbing it on his bulge while thrusting upwards, in simple words, he
was fucking my hand. We were both dressed, but he had opened his zipper and
his cock was slightly outside his shorts. I don't know if I was already
hard but I just reached my pants and took my cock off, and slid his
underwear down a bit to grab his. I was really expecting him to jerk me,
but he didn't dare. He came on his clothes and turned around, and was left
there amazed at was just happened, confused, horny and amazed.

From there on we had a season of a couple of week where I'd jerk him almost
every single night. The inniciative was mine almost all the time, But now
that I knew he was up for getting handjobs from me I wanted the favor
back. I would lead his hand towards my dick but he'd always make a detoru
to me belly, face or chest. There was one time I had been slowly jerking
him and mostly stimulating the base of his cock, right between his balls.
He was wearing a shirt I have lifted to touch his torso, as I ussually
started by there. I grabbed his hand and placed inside my´pajama pants, and
he grabbed my wet cock. His handjob was rather bad, but I was really into
making him have an amazing time and the days before had served me to start
exploring his body. I had tried to reach his asshole with my fingers a few
times but he wouldn't let me. Anyways, his belly was going flat on spasm
and it was amazing he wouldn't cum, and he clumsy handjob really got me
into finishing, which was probably not a good idea. I was sickly horny that
moment, and I had something like a sperm fetish. If he cummed first, I'd
take his cum and rub it all over my cock. If I did cum first, which didn't
happen frequently, I took the sperm and spread it on his cock while I
jerked it. I have an amazingly precumming cock, and I used it to lub his
cock as well. The fact is that that handjob I had been wanting for so long
ended up abruptly. As soon as he came, I spreaded his sperm all over his
belly and he just retired his hand from my pants, even more, he got a bit
pissed off and turned his back on me. I know it was a bit strange for him
to have me having him to explore some stuff that for most are left unknown,
but at the moment I didn't know what to make of it. I decided that time to
stop the thing before it spoiled our brotherhood. But well, it wasn't that
easy for neither of us.