Date: Thu, 30 Jul 1998 16:25:16 PDT
From: Rose Brooks <rose38@hotmail.com>
Subject: Thanks Buddy

A few years ago, I lived in a luxury apartment complex. Across the hall was
a great guy by the name of John. John was a very well liked guy around
town, owned his own business, was attractive, dated several nights a week,
and enjoyed most sports. We met while golfing at the complex's course. He
had a great knack for making everyone feel comfortable and ready for fun. A
party seemed to follow him where ever he went. We became great, close
friends--threw many parties for the complex between our suites, golfed,
sailed and worked out together. We "doubled" often and Jon always had a
great looking date. I noticed he never seem to click with anyone for any
length of time, but there was never a lack of company for him. I liked him
immensely. He was a wild little guy, about 5'6" tall, but very well built
and confident. He was also a real practical joker and, if some stunt of his
was too much for me, I'd fall back on my college football days and call him
a fucking tackling dummy, and try to toss him down. It was never easy to
get the best of little John physically. On his thirtieth birthday, I had a
surprise party for him. We threw it at my place, and I told all the guests
to bring cheap halloween wigs and gag gifts. The one thing John was
sensitive about was his thinning hair. You can imagine the laughs we all
had watching him open the gifts and trying each one of them on. He got
right into the spirit of things and even had us trying them on. But he
promised me he'd get me when I least expected it.

Weeks later, I came home late from an exhausting day, fixed a sandwich and
plopped into bed to tune out in front of the Television. Except for the
light from the set, my room was dark. After an hour or so, I got pretty
lonely and started feeling myself. I was getting aroused, so I rolled over
and began grinding my hips into the mattress. The friction of the sheets as
I rubbed my swollen cockhead against them and the pressure of my hard-on
against the mattress and my stomach felt fabulous. I was luxuriating in the
ecstasy of bringing myself off.

Suddenly the whole bed seemed to erupt beneath me, lifting me up and
flinging me off onto the floor. I instantly thought of an earthquake, but
the rest of the room was still. I jumped up and looked at the bed. There
was that little shit John under the bed, the mattress pushed half off by
his legs as he lay laughing at me on his back. he was howling, and I did a
quick take on how he must have slipped into my apartment, crawled uder the
bed, and waiting for just the right moment to knock me off. Then I realized
I was standing in front of him with nothing on and more than half hard.

Embarassed, I scream "You fucking dummy", and yanked him to his feet. He
broke loose and ran for the door. A flying tackly broguht him down and we
wrestled around the room until I finally pinned him down. It was wild and
spontaneous, and lying on top of him naked, embarassed at being surprised
with a hard-on, really turned me on.

John was still laughing. Because I had gotten so hard as we struggled, I
felt self-conscious about letting him up. We lay there chuckling and trying
to catch our breaths. I could feel his heavy breathing as his chest heaved
against my own. With me hard against him I was sure he would notice in a
second that I wasn't just still hot from humping my bed. So I tried to get
up, but John saw how rigid I was and started laughing again. I did too.  We
fell back together, laughing into each other's shoulder about my
predicament.

His hands came up and caressed me at the bottom of my spine, and I
half-jokingly mimicked a passionate grind against his thighs. He rubbed
both hands over the back of my ass and really seemed to be getting turned
on.  A nervous chuckle started in my throat, but I swallowed it in a
gulp. My cock throbbed against him, and he whispered in my ear "Got you
Dave."

I could feel his cock grow hard beneath his pants, and I gulped again.  The
blood was pounding in my neck and I imagined he must have been able to hear
it. I tried to pull away again and drew my knees up, but that pushed my
dick across his growing hard-on, and my stomach muscles began to quiver. It
was an electric moment. The John responded--his hands slipped caressingly
over my then taut ass muscles and he pulled me harder against him by the
back of my thighs. He raised his hips at the same time to rub the hard
ridge in his pants against me. I felt weak. He kissed my neck and I felt
his cock throb against mine. The he rolled me onto my back and my rock hard
shaft stood up and plopped against my belly. Cupping my balls in his hand,
he gripped the base of my cock in his fist. I looked down as he began to
stroke my shaft and squeeze its head.

He rotated his thumb and forefinger firmly around that achingly sensitive
ridge at the base of my swollen glans, and my cock pulsed so hard it lifted
his hand. I groaned and he started to slip his free hand under the small of
my back. I arched to let his arm go around me, and my legs slid wide apart.
As he stroked down to the base of my cock, my thighs stiffened with
arousal.  I hoped he would want to suck me, He rubbed my balls gently and
played with the hair between my legs, then I rolled into him and felt the
coldness of his belt buckle against the hot tip of my dick. I ached to
explode but didn't know what I should do next. Trembling, I reached between
us and rubbed John's cock through his pants. It was a wild sensation to
feel a friend's hard cock throb against my hand while the moistness of his
excitement soaked through the cloth and wet my fingers.

We were both kind of stunned. I think at being aroused like this, but we
let the excitement play out. "Let's do this right" he whispered. He took
off his shirt, then rolled away and I heard him unbuckle and unzip his
pants. He sat up and pulled them off. I watched his bare back muscles flex
at the effort.  Then he lay back and I could see his flat lower abdomen,
the dary curly hair at the base of his long, solid cock and the untanned
skin of his hips.  It was gloriously different to feel him roll naked
against me, feel my dick rub against his hot cock, feel my leg slip between
his hairy legs and his cool, moist hands cupping my ass and grinding me
against him as I pulled him to me. He rubbed his chin through the hair on
my chest and nipped the tip of my right nipple between his teeth. A
sensational shock ran from there to my groin. I came instantly. In
torrents!! I seemed to cum in waves forever, and I continued to throb as he
ground his cock to orgasm against mine. When he came, he moaned quietly as
if we might get caught by someone.

I told him I needed to clean up and got up and turned on the bathroom
light.  I pulled the bed together while he got up to wash himself and I
began to recover some poise and started to laugh about what had just
transpired.  "What's so funny?" he asked, and I walked to the bathroom
doorway to explain, feeling a little guilty about what we had done. John
was wiping his belly with a washcloth, the water dripped down to his groin
and glistened in the hair there. He was still hard, and as he wiped I felt
that weak feeling again. I watched him rub the cloth over the shaft of his
dick. He had a Huge cock for such a little guy.

A tenseness showed in his eyes, and I looked away and stepping into the
shower. "Want to do this right too?" I asked. He ducked under the spray
with me. I rubbed our cum from my body. he took my soft prick in one hand
and stroked his hardness with the other. I began to get hard again watching
him stroke us both. The he knelt in the spray and slid my half-hard cock
into his mouth. He sucked me until I was as hard as I had been earlier,
concentrating his tongue on the tip of my cock, and all around the tip.

I stepped out of the spray and pulled John more into it and knelt before
him. I explored his body with my mouth. His hard cock pulsed against my
chest and neck as I buried my face in the matted wet hair that ran from his
belly to his groin. I took the shaft in my hand and put my mouth over the
tip. It was warm, wet, tautly smooth and solid. John moaned, still softly,
and slid his hands around the back of my neck. I thought he wanted me to
suck him deeper and I tried to swallow the whole length of his shaft, I
couldn't, so I sucked all around the tip, running my tongue around the firm
ridge there as he had done to mine. I could taste a bit of his cum and
began to feel hot again. I bobbed my head, sliding his dick into my mouth
as far as I could go without gagging. Returning to the tip and then sucking
him deeper, I got into it. I sucked and licked him firmly until he began to
pump himself to his own special rhythm.

He came very hard, staggering against me, and moaning loudly, his prick
jerking as his come spilled onto my tongue. I swallowed his warm load and
then sucked him until his trembling stopped. John pulled me to my feet, and
he whispered "Thanks buddy!" and kissed me deep, sharing the taste of the
load he had just given me. John and I repeated that shower scene many
times, and slept together whenever mutual lust presented itself. The ironic
thing about my experience with John is that it was my first experience with
another man. One I will never forget!!