Date: Mon, 6 Sep 2004 11:41:10 +0100 (BST)
From: bi curious <bicuriouswarwick@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Rowing friends get intimate 2

I began to think about what I would like to do with
Dave in the time we had left. We had made it a strict
condition of that evening that it was to be `for one
night only, no regrets, no telling tales'. We had been
friends for around a year, but through our rowing, a
special kind of bond existed between us. When you
train as hard as we were -- we were setting our sights
on Henley -- you spend hours together. Through sun,
hail, snow, thunder, rain and gales we ground out hour
upon hour on our stretch of water. The number of times
that I watched Dave heave out our boat -- a coxless
pair -- from the water, his strong shoulders flexing,
his muscles glistening with sweat, I felt I knew him
more than some of my best friends. Plus the hours we
put in together on the gym equipment and the rowing
machines. Endlessly pushing, pulling, heaving,
thrusting.

As I lay there with Dave tight beside me I didn't have
any real trouble justifying why I was there with him.
We had melded together. Sure, we had grown together as
rowers; our technique had leapt on massively since we
first stepped into a boat together. But somehow our
personalities, even our thought processes had also
come together. The virginal fumbling that we had just
experienced was more than just physical thrusting for
me, it was a massive, explosive release of emotional
energy too. It was only when I was lying beside him
reflecting on what happened that I started to realise
how much Dave had come to mean to me.


`Mat, Mat, Mat', My thinking was suddenly interrupted.
I looked up realising that I had gone off in my own
little world. Dave was gently tugging me, cupping my
cock in his hand.

My stiffness was increasing, and so was my excitement
level.
`Sorry', I said, looking into his eyes, `miles away'.
I leant over to turn the bedside light on, its orange
glow setting Dave's smile alight. I turned back and
mounted Dave, straddling him, allowing our stiff cocks
to rub together along the length of their shafts. I
grabbed his arms, making to pin him down; he played
along struggling a little but allowing me to hold him
firm against the bed, his biceps flexing as he pushed
against my body weight.

`Well, what we gonna do with you' I teased, kissing
him lightly but holding him more firmly'. He wriggled
under me, our groins rubbing together, our cocks
twitching in unison. I rubbed myself against him,
loving the feeling of his hairy balls and groin as it
rubbed and tickled me. I looked down to see our two
cocks entwined. Both uncut, our cocks looked good
together, my dark pubes and his blondeness. My cock
was slightly longer than his at about 8", his was just
a shade shorter but quite noticeably thicker. I let go
his wrists and scooped our members together in both
hands, massaging them.  Dave is still lying with his
hands above his head, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

`God, I want that cock in my mouth', I said as I
played, squeezing our cocks together hard and pulling
them upwards. I loved watching our foreskins ride up
over our bell-ends as I did it, only to shrink back as
I let go. Why circumcision is so popular in some
countries is beyond me; when it looks as good as that,
leave things as nature intended.

My playing was rudely interrupted by the doorbell.
Fuck, who can this be I thought? I let it go, deciding
to leave whoever it was to come back, but could see
this interruption was already shrinking our fun. It
rang again -- this time more incessantly. I threw on
some tracksuit trousers and a hoody, hoping the baggy
top would hide my erection.

My worst nightmare was standing at the door. Suzie -- a
friend of my girlfriend was someone I tried to avoid.
She was successfully climbing the rungs of the
corporate ladder at a large Pharmaceutical firm
nearby. The Audi TT parked outside and her choice of
designer clothing were a testimony to her success.
Shit, she even smelled expensive. She was used to
taking liberties, and tonight was to be no exception.
Instead of waiting for an invitation, she simply
walked into the house, kissing me on the cheek and
headed for the kitchen.

`Hi, just passing and thought I would drop in,
absolutely starving, oh, I see you have made some
pasta, how nice. Can I grab a beer from the fridge?'

The Amstel was already open and she was swigging
greedily from it before I could move to protest. This
was Suzie all over, but I had been conditioned by my
girlfriend not to protest; she had grown up with her
and I simply wasn't allowed to be critical about her.

At this point Dave came down the stairs wearing some
of my clothes -- he had been stranded up there since he
had left his bag in the hall when he arrived. One of
Suzie's most annoying habits was that she flirted
outrageously with any man she met. As long as they had
a pulse, they were fair game to her. She started on
Dave immediately, planting lingering kisses him on
both cheeks by way of introduction, before chatting
away about our rowing. I was left finishing off supper
and setting the table whilst she went to work on Dave.
When I finished I walked into the lounge to see her
sitting almost on top of Dave, running her hand
through his hair as she shared a joke with him. The
jealously that boiled up in me subsided as I saw Dave
giving me a `help me out' kind of look. Suzie's
presence, however, made me realise that our night of
passion was going to be cut short, and that annoyed
me.

We sat together eating, my mood lifted by bottles of
Chianti. Through the meal, I made the most of the
little opportunity for conversation I got whilst Suzie
twittered like a chaffinch on speed, monopolising Dave
with more talk about rowing. She found it really funny
that our boat was `coxless', suggesting that you have
more fun with a cox; how funny I thought!

I spent the time teasing Dave. The dim lighting and
the wine made me bold, so I started rubbing Dave's
calves with my feet. He couldn't do anything about it,
so had to continue chatting to Suzie. As the meal
progressed I got bolder, eventually slipping my hand
under the table and resting it on Dave's lap. I could
feel the bulge of his cock through the fabric of his
jeans, and this cheered me no end. I took it lightly
between thumb and forefinger, squeezing lightly as
Dave tried to maintain some semblance of interest in
Suzie's life story.

After the dessert, Suzie went to the toilet, and Dave
took this as an opportunity for some revenge. He
slipped off his chair and onto his knees, pulling back
the top of my tracksuit. Before I knew what was going
on he enveloping my semi-hard cock in his mouth in one
delicious slurp. It was outrageous and dangerous,
making it all the more pleasurable. I ran my hands
through Dave's hair as he went to work on my cock, all
the time waiting to hear the loo flush knowing I then
had about 10 seconds before Suzie would reappear. For
the second time that night I looked down to see Dave
working on my cock. Like me, he had lost his gay
virginity only hours previously but had somehow
catapulted himself from novice to master cock sucker
in a single leap. His sucking became more furious,
intermingled with him taking my testicles one at a
time into his mouth as he fisted my cock furiously. I
moaned uncontrollably, my head back with mouth wide
open, rhythmically thrusting my hips until my bum was
virtually clear of the seat. Dave slipped his free
hand down the back of my tracksuit, his fingers
working down my crack to my virgin bud. I was close to
losing control, knowing that any moment I would feel
my cock spasm as I unloaded. My mind swam, Dave's
all-consuming pleasure making it difficult to
concentrate on when Suzie might return. Fuck! If this
was what being gay was all about, who cares about
being straight!

At that moment I heard the toilet flush and I knew
that meant we had to calm it down. I pushed back on
Dave's head, hissing `Suzie, Suzie!' but Dave seemed
to be beyond caring. I stood up awkwardly, leaning
heavily against the wall, but Dave was attached to me
like a limpet. I was so close to coming but managed to
open my eyes slightly. The mirror on the opposite wall
depicted a scene that was deliciously dirty; me being
sucked off my candlelight by my rowing buddy. I lost
it, thrusting some more as Dave sucked and tugged me.
Again, his fingers were disappearing up my arse, and
again I pushed against them, taking the weight off my
legs so I could sink onto his hand some more. I knew
Suzie was about to pop her head round the door any
second but still I thrusted, my hands running under
his top down his back and across his chest. `Please,
please, please', I moaned, as Dave continued to work.
My cock was being given 5* treatment and I got ever
closer to coming.

I heard the lock snap on the toilet door and knew
there were about 8 steps from there to the dining room
but still I thrusted.

`Coffee?' shouted Suzie from the kitchen'
`Yesss', was all I could manage in response.
`Dave?' she asked, and got a guttural `u huh' in
response since he hardly moved his cock from my mouth
as he answered.

Dave took his fingers out of my bum, dipped them in
the jug of cream that had been left over from dessert.
He inserted his fingers back into me -- I am guessing
at least 2, possibly 3 fingers right back up my bum.
His fingers, now lubricated, moved further up my arse
and he worked my bum hole like a pro. This was heaven;
I am used to gaining all my pleasure from my bell-end,
but this was a whole new experience; somehow deeper,
more intense. He managed to hit a really sensitive
spot and as he did so, I knew I would come. I shoved
my napkin into my mouth and bit hard as I came,
worried that Suzie would hear. I clenched hard with my
sphincter on the fingers up my bum as my balls
tightened. I could feel my cock jetting spunk as I
convulsed again and again and again. Dave took it all,
his eyes shut with concentration as he squeezed my
cock, willing every last drop.

I had barely finished coming as I head the clinking of
china as Suzie picked up the tray in the kitchen. I
pulled up my tracksuit trousers, sat down sharply and
pushed Dave back to his seat just as Suzie entered the
room.

I wonder to this day if Suzie suspected anything; I am
sure that the room must have stunk of sex, but she
didn't say anything. She plunged the espresso and
pored out 3 cups.

`Cream?' she asked innocently, looking at Dave.