Date: Sun, 4 Dec 2005 12:02:37 -0800 (PST)
From: beenthere donethat <jackthebearz@yahoo.com>
Subject: Rememberance part 1

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this. Read on, enjoy.

*End Disclaimer*

Think of that rare guy you see or meet that just makes you weak in the
knees. Not the type thats absoloutely perfect but close, so close that the
imperfections make it all the better, That was Paul in my eyes. 5'9" and
about 165 lbs of pure redblooded american boy next door with straight blond
hair, blue eyes and, near perfect unblemished pale skin that wasn't quite
translucent enough to show off the blue of the veins that ran beneath it.
You could see the muscle he carried so nicely, but he still carred a little
layer of his baby fat, just enough to mellow any serious definition. Paul
had sort of a cross in style between country boy and preppy. I'm sure that
we all have different tastes in guys, but he couldn't have been any more
perfect in my eyes.

Me, well I was the same height and slightly heavier than Paul, very much a
muscle cub then, long dark hair and deep brown puppy dog eyes. I'm a half
breed native, but looked (and was mistaken for) mexican many a time. I've
worn a moustache since I was fifteen or so, but it was more of a heavy
peachfuzz thing back then, and I've always been hairy top to bottom
otherwise. We were both about 6 inches cut, Paul's just a little longer yet
not as thick as mine. I loved that contrast between us, Paul so exceedingly
smooth , myself covered in fur. I was a Harley riding, beer drinkin, truck
driving, biker, back then. If that helps to paint the picture.

We were 18 or 19 then, I honestly don't recall for sure, but not more than
a year out of high school. I had known Paul since we were little kids. He
lived a few miles up the road. We played together, but were never close
friends. I certainly never had any reason to think he was anything but
straight. The funny part was in all the time I had known him I never really
considered him sexually, at least I never lingered on him. That was a
rarity for me, as I was always endlessly lusting after one guy or another.
It was his personality that never worked for me. I realize now that he was
guarding his secrets, and I pity him for that existance, he was a typical
homophobic closet case.

I had just come out to my best friend (whom I was dead in lust with) and he
mentioned Paul was known to see a certain guy in town who happily shares
his weed or beer if he could suck you off... or more. Gotta love a friend
that'll point you in the right direction! Well, needless to say I called on
Paul that very night and, that was the first time I got laid.


I'll try and explain that night as best I can. This would have been in the
fall of 1987 if I recall. I was still living at home, but had what amounted
to the whole furnished basement to myself. pretty cool all in all for a
kid. Well I called paul and invited him over to chill and get high. When he
arrived I was just hangin out in my TV room havin a few beers and listening
to some tunes. We both had a few and passed a joint while we were talkin. I
worked up my nerve and casually told paul that I was gay, but at the same
time I also told him I knew of his involvement with the weed for blowjobs
guy, and that pretty much kept him cool enough to not run off. Call it
blackmail sort of, but more of a bargaining chip for his silence. I didn't
trust Paul then, and felt I should make it clear that I could do damage
too, if need be. I really didn't want to get outed, but that didn't turn
out to be a problem.

Paul and I both maintained relationships aside from each other. He was
dating this incredibly hot girl, but not fucking her I'm sure, and I was
seeing a 20 year old from a few towns away. Once I had Matt (my 20 yo) over
at the house and Paul stopped in. We were all sitting in my bedroom having
a few beers and I got up and went outside the room to get some more beers
from the fridge and made a stop in the bathroom to take a leak. The next
thing I know I hear this loud bang and crash, when I returned to my room
theres Paul standing over Matt who made a pass at him amd got punched right
in the eye for his attempt.  Paul and I were alike in that neither of us
was at all obvious, Matt was pretty damn obvious, but he was hot, so I just
dealt with it. Personally I found it all to be rather funny, I had warned
matt to behave and he didn't (not that I blame him, that would have been a
fun threesome... what does one horny top do with two hot bottom boys at a
time? *evil grin*).  But I digress.

What I found out was that the way to Pauls heart, butt, and other areas was
through patience, and beer. Now Paul never got drunk, or anywhere near
fucked up enough to use it as any sort of excuse, just enough to take the
edge off his inhibitions. And once he had a few he was pretty blatent.

As we sat there and talked about what was up in our lives he up and takes
off his T shirt, offers up the excuse "I'm hot at the moment" .  Yeah, I
got the message, but I was still a bit too scared to just start
anything. We talked and loosened up more and all of a sudden he stands up
and undoes the button and fly of his Levi's, offering the same excuse
again. Off come his pants and he casually sits back down with me and
carries on as if nothing was odd about doing so. Heres this beautiful guy,
sitting two feet from me, in just his socks and underwear with a raging
hardon... That was all the reason I needed to get things rolling, I moved
up next to him on the couch and reached out for him. I can still remember
vividly how ungodly hard I was and how much harder I became as I first
touched his hardness. I remember how it jumped underneath that white
cotton. I can still hear his low moan as I rubbed my hand over his hard
cock ever so gently. I don't think I could ever describe in words the
sensations or tastes of that first time taking Pauls cock in my mouth, or
the scent he carried. I do remember how it drove me on though... so very
very powerful.

"Still hot" I asked him

"Yeah"

I took a moment to strip off my shirt and pants to at least even out our
clothing situation and dropped back down on the couch to further explore
where the evening was going to take us. We didn't find many more words that
evening, but we damn sure did learn to communicate with each other.

I count myself as very fortunate to have had my first real experience with
Paul. He was, as I learned, a very willing and talented partner. We moved
into my bedroom and into a 69 position on my bed. It was then that I first
tasted dick, and liked it. As i sucked on Paul he guided me with words and
my cock got left by the wayside, but that was ok, I was very into the new
sensations and tastes.  I pulled off of his cock and spent some time
licking and sucking on his balls and inner thighs, and he returned to
sucking on me.

There I am on my side, with my head resting on his inner thigh licking and
sucking every inch of his crotch, him still tonguing my rock hard cock, and
he moves a bit more and spreads his legs a bit wider making access to his
perenium much easier. As i moved my mouth back and started working on that
area with light slow licks and long slow sucks he began to manuver himself
so that I was back further and further. Now I gotta tell you, I'm a total
ass man, I love it, always have. It's like a fetish for me, and he had this
incredible ass. Almost a total bubble butt but not quite, wonderful soft
rounded cheeks that just screamed out for attention. I knew what he wanted
and I knew I wanted to give it to him. I was a bit tentative at first,
slowly sliding my tongue up the crack but not going deep at all, then
working back down some to his cock.

I found myself suddenly pushed over onto my back and he swung up over me
and pulled his knees forward exposing himself to me. I made that first
tentative swipe with my tongue and found him hot fresh and clean. That was
all it took for me to dig right in and I did. He responded to every swipe
of my tongue, sometimes pushing back as if to drive my tongue inside
him. He stopped sucking on me but still played with my cock, kept me on
edge, occasionally sucking me back into his hot mouth then releasing me
again. I spent what felt like hours eating him out, driving my tongue as
deep as I possibly could. massaging those wonderful cheeks in my hands. He
just responded more and more, it was so obvious how into this he was and I
knew how badly I wanted to fuck him.

I brought my index finger to my mouth and soaked it completely. I slowly
slid it into him, and was amazed with the feel of his ass, how incredibly
hot and tight it seemed to me. I finger fucked him for quite a while and
then moved him so that I could get up on my knees behind him. He didn't
complain or hesitate and neither did I. I had vaseline handy that I used to
jerk off with and spent a fair amount of time lubing him up with it, then
covered my cock and worked it in some. This is where I was totally blown
away because as I positioned my cock head as his entrance and applied a bit
of pressure, he reached back with one hand and grabbed my ass and pulled me
into him in one movement. I'm sure that it wasn't five whole seconds from
the time I was getting lined up till the time I was sunk completely inside
him. I'm also sure that it wasn't 5 more seconds before I came deep inside
him.

I don't think there is any wilder feeling that the first time your so
overcome with the sensations of sliding your cock into someone elses
body. I came so fucking hard that I was spacy for a few moments. Paul knew
I'd come, but started to grind back against me, and as soon as I could
stand to I started to rock and buck with him, slowly and deeply fucking him
for all I was worth. I leaned myself down and pressed into his back and we
rode that way until I came a second time. then he grabbed my hand and moved
it to his cock. I was still pretty hard and we went long enough for us to
both come again.

That was without a doubt the most intense experience of my young life, and
the first real sexual one I'd ever experienced. Dreams do come true.

Paul and I were very active over the next year or so, he was very much an
enthusiastic bottom boy and I was very much an enthusiastic top. Always he
approached sex the same way, clothing came off with the expected "I'm hot"
comments, me returning with "yup, me too". I always had to make the first
moves physically, but that was never an issue. It was always a pleasure to
curl up beside him and fish his cock out of his jeans and start him up.

I know I really shocked him once when he came to visit. I had an itch that
I decided needed to be scratched and just after he got in the house I
stopped him, stripped him, and put him on his back on the couch. I lubed up
his cock and my ass then jumped on for a ride. It was my first time getting
fucked and I almost think, from his sheer delight that it may well have
been his first time fucking, hard to say.  I still jack off to that memory,
it's as fresh and clear as yesterday. It was a hell of a ride for me, and I
hope for him also.

I always remember corny quotes from corny movies, and it has always been
the "Nothing gold can stay" comment from Ralph Macchio (he was fuckin hot
too) in The Outsiders that I think of when Paul comes to my mind. Paul as
always continued in his denial, but confided in me one night while acting
very drunk, that we should become a couple. I laughed that off and told him
that he'd never even admit to saying that the next day, he agreed that he
probably wouldn't (he didn't). I never did get hung up on him, although
now, years later, I often wonder what became of him. After that first year
we drifted apart. I moved on to other places and other people. I've not
heard from him since.

I'll probably write up some of my other experiences sometime down the line.