Date: Wed, 1 Apr 2009 21:29:05 -0400
From: Tyler B. <foolin6906@hotmail.com>
Subject: moonlight confessions

The following story is part true, part fantasy. Names have been
changed for my protection even though I really, really doubt anyone
in the story or familiar to it will read it, but just to CMA I'm
doing it anyway.

This is my first story that doesn't revolve around sex directly,
probably because so much of it is personal. So please bear with the
long beginning that has no sex, I promise it will get better at the
end. There is a lot of back story before it gets to the good stuff, I
hope you don't mind reading. :)

The following is a story of sexual encounters between to males. If
you don't like it or its illegal for you to read it, don't.

I first met Ryan in February, two years ago. At the time my friends
and I frequented a local pool hall on the weekends and it was a kind
of hang out for some locals. At the time he had bought a car that
formerly belonged to two of my neighbors, so it was easy to strike up
a conversation with him.  He was kinda cute, but I never gave it much
thought. As we became more of regulars there I got to know him a
little better but still didn't think much of it.

The following summer, there was a sort of coup in my life. My best
friend, John, and I, had decided to leave most of our friends in the
past for a lot of various reasons. We kind of flew solo together for
a while, but continued to regular the pool hall, more than just on
weekends now, and every time we went there, we saw Ryan too. Aside
from the fact that we shared a similar hang out, he three of us also
had a deep love for cars, and shortly there after John and I became
absorbed into Ryan's group of friends.

There was a nice honeymoon kind of period for a while. There was five
of us and we all got along fantastic: myself, John, Ryan, Ryan's
sorta girlfriend Karen, and their friend, Joann. John had an interest
in Joann, but it was short lived. Ryan and Karen were an unofficial
couple. They did everything together and it was clear they were going
to be together, even though it took quite a long time for that to
happen.

The problem was that, as I continued to spend time with Ryan on a
daily basis, I became more and more attracted to him. He was actually
pretty hot. He was a little shorter than me at 5'7", with short,
light brown hair and green eyes. He was a little hefty at 190ish but
I didn't mind and it wasn't at a disgusting level. Plus with a tight
enough shirt on he looked buff, so it was fine in my mind.

 After a few months, I was totally in love. He was the perfect man
for me, I thought. He was hot, even if he wasn't ripped and muscular;
he was enough for me. But more importantly his personality was there
and I realized that he was the type of person I wanted to be with in
every way. To make it worse, he was the type to joke around about
sucking dick and being gay, so I often worried about his orientation,
but I didn't dare ask.

The problem was, I was bisexual, but in the closet. And I was afraid
to tell anyone because I didn't want the not to be my friend anymore.
A the time they were all I had and I was too afraid of losing that.

A few months went by and Ryan and Karen finally became official, and
I spiraled into a depression, because I was realizing more and more
every day that I wasn't going to get what I wanted. Not to sound like
a spoiled princess but I think everyone know what it's like to be in
love with someone they can't have, and it was killing me to see them
together, spending the night as his house and having to listen to
them fool around while I slept on the floor, which was inconsiderate
in the first place.

Soon after this happened John kinda dropped out of the picture, for a
variety of reasons, but the main being he seemed to have a thing for
Karen and let it show a little too much. Joann also kinda disappeared
from the picture at the same time unintentionally, and it turned into
a daily ritual of me, Ryan and Karen hanging out. I finally realized
that I needed to get over Ryan because it was never going to happen.
I started dating girls and in winter I got a girlfriend. Still not
really sure how that happened, ha.

As things with my GF developed I got over Ryan. Sure he was still a
close friend of mine and I still wanted him, but the passion I felt
for him kinda of died, and I considered it a good thing because I
knew I needed to move on with my life. We continued to spend time
together on a daily basis but it was just as friends. And sure there
were times I thought about fucking him and what not, but I mostly let
it go.

Months went by and summer came again. Early in the summer Ryan's
parents who owned several properties and were in the renovation
business, bought a house for him and his older sister to help
renovate and then move in to. They did quite a bit of work, and Ryan
soon moved in by himself. I started spending a lot of time at his
house, some of which was just us alone.

Once again, I started feeling  connection with him, which only
worsened after my girlfriend went off to college. He was having
issues with Karen, particularly because she had suddenly stopped
fucking him, and he was getting pretty frustrated. Pretty soon, I
started once again feeling attracted towards him. Not as strong as
before, but enough that it scared me that I was once again falling
back to old times.

I also started to feel like I was getting mixed signals from him as
the summer went on. I distinctly recall one time, sitting on the
couch while he and Karen lay on the floor. They were facing towards
me and I was explaining something to them. I maintained constant
direct eye contact and he tried to do the same, but I noticed than he
repeatedly looked down from my face. It wasn't far enough to be the
floor, and seemed to be my crotch, which from the way I was showing
had to be bulging enough to see my junk.

Another time it was just us at his house, and we were supposed to go
somewhere. The normally very modest Ryan had recently started
changing clothes in front of me. Not totally naked but down to his
boxers, which I often tried to steal peeks while he did this. This
was the same guy who would go into a stall in a public bathroom, even
if there were 20 open urinals and I was the only other person in
there. I took it to mean he was getting comfortable around me. Anyway
he went up stairs to change and I stayed down stairs watching TV.


Suddenly he called for me to come over to the stairs. Knowing he was
probably going to show me some part of his junk and that he would
berate me for it even if I didn't want to see it, I couldn't let on.
After a few called I finally and reluctantly went to the stairs,
where he was standing at the top wearing a t and a pair of boxer
shorts. He started laughing, saying he could have gotten me so good,
had he decided to flash me. Truth be told I would have run up those
stairs and tried to take him into my mouth if he had. I wanted to
tell him so bad but I just couldn't.

It finally reached a high point when I was over his house late one
night, again just us two. We were watching some car DVD just hanging
out, and it seemed perfect. I was trying to imagine it in my head. I
came out to him, scared to death, and he would comfort me and say it
was OK, and tell me he was bi too. He would start to rub my cock, and
ask me to do the same. We would kiss, and start to peel each other's
clothes off before heading up stairs to his bed, where we would suck
each other  before he fucked me good and hard.

I pussied out of this though. My main justification at the time was
that he was supposed to go on a trip with me and my GF, along with
Karen, in less than a month, and if he didn't take it well then I
would be stuck with a huge hotel bill for two people.

Fall came, and it brought bad news. His sister had decided she wasn't
going to be moving in, and as a result, he had to move in with his
mom and little brother. This wasn't all bad though, because even
though they lived an hour away, it was in a beautiful house (still
partially under construction) which sat on a gorgeous lake. I had
been to this house and even stayed the weekend on several occasions.
The only downside was...it was an hour away, and I would only get to
hang out with him on weekends when he came back down to visit Karen
and the rest of his friends.

As winter came and went, I started to get a little stir crazy. I
called Ryan and asked him if, when spring came, I could spend a
weekend at the house up there to get away from everything. He said I
was more than welcome to stay, just that I should wait until the snow
had melted. It was at this time that I started to decide that if and
wen this happened, it would be the perfect time for me to tell him. A
few months went by and things finally warmed up enough that I could
go and visit. I packed enough for a weekend on Thursday night, and
left for his place directly from work Friday afternoon, since it was
already 20 minutes in the right direction. As I made my trip I
thought of several ways for me to come out to him, but as I arrived I
came up with the perfect plan.

Friday night came and went fairly uneventful. We hung out, had a
bonfire down by the lake, his little brother jabbering all the while.
He was a cool little kid though I didn't mind too much. We sat around
late in to the night BSing about a lot of things, mostly our
girlfriends and cars. Sometime around 3 we went back to the house and
crashed on the couches in the living room, since his room wasn't
finished yet.

We woke up around noon Saturday, and didn't really do anything all
day. I decided to put my plan into action tonight, and just hoped
that I got the result I wanted, or at the very least, for him to not
hate me. We ran a few errands for his mom but mostly spent the day
hanging out around the house not doing much. It was the kind of
relaxation I needed.

Our day of nothing soon turned into evening, which we spent in the
living room watching movies. His little brother passed out around 11,
and around 11:30 his mom forced him up stairs to bed, and then went
herself. I could now put my plan into motion.

"I almost forgot I have a surprise for you," I said, and I got up
and went over to my bag on the other side of the room. "What that?"
he asked. Rather than actually answering him, I dug into my bag and
pulled out my secret weapon, a bottle of Southern Comfort. It was my
favorite alcohol, and as luck would have it it was his too. Now, I
know what you're thinking and no, I was not going to get him drunk
and then take advantage of him. Even if that was the plan he could
out drink me by far and it would never work.

Instead I was just going to use the whiskey to loosen him up and
hopefully stave off any negative reactions to what I wanted to tell
him, and to take the edge off from the impending anxiety I knew I was
going to have. Plus, what I wanted to do wouldn't work drunk anyway.
I pulled the bottle from my bag and showed him. "Sweet!" he
exclaimed. "But, I think I'll pass..."he started to trail off. I
kind of expected this. He didn't like to drink much anymore,
especially when he was at home. He wanted to be responsible in case
something happened. "Don't e all goody two shoes on me. Karen's not
here and John isn't here to try to take advantage of her. I'm not
saying get drunk, just have a few. "He thought for a second, then
said, "OK, but if you puke again, you're done." I smiled.
"Shouldn't be a problem this time.

Ryan got two shot glasses and we both took a few. I stopped after
only two (I'm a light weight, so what) but Ryan took a third. He was
going to stop but knowing what it took for him to get a buzz, I
talked him into a fourth, which he took with little resistance. We
sat down in the living room again, the alcohol pumping into our
system. I was a little more than buzzed and he was feeling it too.
This would be perfect.

I let the conversation hit a lull, which was hard to do since we were
such good friends. Then I said, "You can go swimming in that lake,
right? Its not too dirty?" "No of course not," he said. "Why?"
A big smile crept across my face. "Let's go swimming," I said.
"Now?" he said a tad confused. "Sure, why not. It'll be fun."
The smile on my face grew larger. He thought about it for a minute
and said, "OK, but only for a little, water'll be cold at night.
You got a swimsuit?" he asked. "Nah, I'll just wear my boxers."
"Oh....OK," he said, a little hesitant. I went over to my bag and
pulled off my shirt, followed by my socks. "Let's go!" I said, a
little quietly. I didn't want to wake his family.


He got up finally, and dug out a pair of swim trunks from his laundry
basket. "Just do what I'm doing dude, no need to change. Ain't like
no one's gonna see us." He paused for a second, before putting them
back. "Fair enough," he said. He pulled his shirt off as well,
and grabbed a towel from a different basket. "Want one?" he
asked. The one I brought for showers was outside drying from the one
previous that day. "Sure," I said taking it from him.

We slipped out the back door, which was really the only door we could
use, and walked down to the water. Here lied the pivotal point to my
plan. As he put his towel down on the picnic table near the water's
edge, I did the same and watched him pull off his shorts down to his
boxers. I was so close to seeing him naked now, more than ever
before. I just had to pull my plan through. Here goes nothing.

"Ever go skinny dipping?" I asked him. Pause. "no...why?" he
asked, a little apprehensive. "Just wondering, I haven't either.
Thought this might be the perfect chance." I paused, to see what he
would do. He stepped out of his shorts and stood up, placing them on
the table. "Come on, we're good friends right? Comfortable with
each other? What's a little naked swimming? It's night and no one
will see us." With that, I shucked off my shorts and boxers in one
pull. I stepped out of them and looked up at him, to find him looking
back at me, more specifically my crotch. He looked away quickly
though. I set my clothes on the table and now stood in front of him,
totally nude. He was still saying nothing, standing there looking at
the picnic table.


I decided maybe he needed a little prodding, so I walked down to the
water and got in. It was a little rocky here, and only ankle deep. I
too a few steps out and stopped to look back. He was still standing
there, clearly contemplate what to do. "Come on man, it's just us,"
I said, hoping it would work. Finally, he slowly pulled his boxers
down and put them on the table. He turned towards the water. I was
still about ten feet in, my back to him but my torso twisted to look
at him. I could see his body nicely in the bright moon shining over
head. It glimmered over his body. His chest was cutely plump, not
defined but not fat in a way that turned me on. He had little hair
except around his navel, which went down past his waist. There was
what looked like a very trimmed, short patch of pubic hair.


My eyes now went to what I had always wanted to see, his package. The
moon shown brightly on it and I was not disappointed. His cock was
nicely sized, not small by any means but not huge, which was fine
with me. It appeared to be about four inches long, and had a nice
thickness to it. Underneath it rested a gorgeous set of balls,
slightly raised tight from the colder temperatures. I couldn't take
my eyes off it. Then I looked up as he got in the water, and our eyes
met. I pretty much knew I was caught but he said nothing, and instead
started making his way out to me. It was at that point I realized I
was getting pretty hard and he probably shouldn't know that, yet, so
I decided to keep heading out into the water ahead of him. Once it
was about waste deep, about 30 feet from sure, I lowered myself so it
came up to my neck. I turned around to see where Ryan was to find he
was close behind, and had done the same thing.

"This is kinda cool," I said with a smile, and he smiled back
still uncomfortable. I don't think this is going as well as I'd
hoped. I tried to lighten the mood. "Well maybe we'll get sucked
off by fish!" We both laughed. We started casual conversation about
various topics, all the while treading water up to our neck. I
decided I wanted to actually swim a little. I stood up facing him,
the water coming up to just above my own package. I saw him look down
quickly, but then back up. I pretended not to notice, and turned
around and made a mini dive under water.


We swam around a bit, and had a little horse play, although sadly not
getting too close. We were on to deeper water that came up our chest
more when standing. Again we  decided to tread water and talk. He
seemed to loosen up though, and after a short while it was like
sitting in his living room again, no tension. The conversation turned
to sex, and Ryan went into explicit details about something he and
Karen had done a long time ago, because she wouldn't fuck him
anymore.


As he went into more detail, I started getting hard thinking about
him. I kind of wondered off into thought and stopped paying attention
to his story. Suddenly without warning he said, "Pay attention!"
and he pushed me under water. I hadn't even realized he was so close
to me now. He tried to hold me under the water a little bit, standing
practically over me. In my fight to get back to the top, I felt my
hard cock graze something, and I realized it was his leg. He kind of
stopped fighting with me and let me up. "Dude are you...hard?" he
asked. It seemed a little threatening. It was now or never.

"Yes," I said. He didn't say anything. This was more awkward than
I'd hoped.

"Do you remember when I came up for that short visit in winter and
asked you if you could keep secrets to yourself no matter what they
were, if I could trust you for that?" "Yeah..." he said. I
think by now he knew where this is going.

"OK well, this is one of those times." I paused. I was really
scared about telling him this but I had to now. I thought about the
fact that he had felt my hard cock already and was still here, so it
couldn't be a bad sign.

"It's really hard for me to tell you this and I'm scared to do
this." I continued, delaying the inevitable. "What is it?" he
asked almost naively.


"I'm bisexual." There. I said it. No taking it back now. There
was a pause.

"Look, I'm scared because I don't want it to ruin our friendship.
I'm scared you won't be friends with me anymore. It doesn't change
anything. You're still my friend and I want it to be that way. All
the gay jokes, I don't want you to stop because you think it'll
bother me because it won't." There was also the whole part where I
loved him, or at least had, but now was not the time to divulge that.
I started getting a little emotional. I wasn't crying or anything but
my voice was starting to strain. "I'm just scared you'll never talk
to me again." There it was. I had run out of things to make it
better. It was on him now.

I waded there, still feeling a little emotional. He was only a foot
from me, almost as close as you can be without touching. Instead of
saying anything, he just drew me in and hugged me. That was it for
me, I started to cry a little. I wrapped my arms around him in
return, and could think of nothing else other than the guy I wanted
to be with so much was now hugging me, albeit naked, in an effort to
console me. I didn't believe it was real. And as much as I was trying
to enjoy the sentimental moment, the horn dog in me was thinking too.
My cock, still hard, was rubbing against his pelvis just above his
cock. This was probably the closest I would ever get to doing
anything with him, and I didn't want it to end,

Finally after I settled down, he broke away from me, but still
remained close. He kept his arm on my shoulder. "You don't have
anything to worry about," he said. "Your secret is safe with me,
and it doesn't change a thing." He smiled. "And, I promise not to
hit on you or anything or try to make you uncomfortable," I said,
trying to reassure him. "Maybe just jiggle your balls a little when
no one else is there," I said "We're swimming naked together, I
think we'll be fine," he said.  His smile broadening wider. I was
still hard at this point, and really wanted to try something, but it
didn't seem to be going that way. I thought maybe for fun I would try
something. True to my word, I reached downward for his junk. I found
his thigh and moved up until I felt something else. I took his sack
into my hand and fondled it for a few seconds, before letting go. He
sighed, almost a sound of pleasure. "and I don't want to make this
any more awkward than it already is," I started. "We're beyond
that already I think," he interjected me. "Well I just want to
say, if you ever want to ask me something or get curious, I'll never
say a word." "Let's go inside," he said. I was a little worried
I'd just screwed up, but he didn't say anything else so I let it go.
We waded back to shore.


Again, I decided to try something. "Can I ask you a favor?"
"Shoot," he said. "Can I at least...see your junk? Like, other
than in the moon light?" he chuckled a little. "We'll see." as
we got a little closer to shore he got ahead of me. As we stood up in
the more shallow water, I watched his body emerge from the water, the
moon glistening off his wet body. His ass shimmered, in a way that
made me hard again, sorta, but I was no longer afraid to let him see
it. As the water got to ankle deep I attempted to catch up with him
and we climbed onto shore simultaneously. As we did, I looked down at
his junk. "Wait, dude, you're hard?" I said. I was beyond
excited. Did this mean he was bi too? Or was he just excited from my
fondling? There was any number of things going on here.


"Well," he said as he went over to the picnic table, "When
someone who hasn't gotten play as long as I have, you tend to get
excited when someone jiggles your balls." He picked up his towel
and then mine, tossing it to me. He started t dry off, ad I did the
same, but I never took my eyes off him. He dried his front first,
taking his time to rub off his chest and face, all the while leaving
the towel half balled so his half plumped cock was showing. His sack,
like mine, was shrunk up from he cooler temps of he water. Then he
moved south, carefully rubbing and caressing his member to dry it. He
turned around and dried his back, followed by his ass. By this time I
had finished drying off and had the towel wrapped around my waist. My
eyes were glued to him.

He sat down on the bench now, drying the bottoms of his legs, which
were spread wide for me to see his ever hardening cock. He finally
stood up, his rod jetting out in front of him at full mast. "Like
what you see?" he asked. I didn't answer, I only stared. He wrapped
the towel around his waist as I did, his cock straining and poking
through same as mine. "Lets go inside," he said grabbing his
clothes and starting the trek back. I followed, grabbing my shorts an
boxers from the table and following lose behind. It was starting to
dawn on me that my wish could be coming true here.

We walked back up to the house and got to he porch. But instead of
going in, he stopped at the door. He motioned for me to come to him,
and he drew me in close.


"You have to swear, never to tell ANYONE." he said to me, in a
very serious tone.

"You know I can keep secrets," I said. Our bodies touching now,
his stomach against mine, our faces next to each other. "Good,"
he said, and he leaned in and kissed me. I kissed him back, totally
surprised but not wanting to protest. He forced his tongue into my
mouth, his hand reached up to the side of my face. I put my hands on
his shoulders, and my towel dropped, held up only in the front by our
pressed bodies, my ass now exposed. After what seemed like forever,
he broke away.

"Come on," he said. "the basement is quiet, no one will hear
us."