Date: Sun, 19 Mar 2000 21:51:32 EST
From: RogerNeon@aol.com
Subject: THREE GUYS AND NO GIRL

The following story is intended to be read by adults in the privacy of
their homes.  It is based on the fictional characters in the ABC Television
show "Two Guys and a Girl," and is in no way intended to be an indicator of
the actual sexual orientation of the characters or the actors who play
them.  "Two Guys and a Girl" is a trademark of a copyright Twentieth
Century Fox Television.


THREE GUYS AND NO GIRL

	Johnny walked slowly down the corridor towards Pete and Berg's
apartment.  Sharon had been in one of her moods, Ashley had been making her
usual snide comments, and he just wanted to be away from all women for a
little while.  It was a typically cold, snowy Boston winter day, and he
really didn't want to go outside, so he tapped on the apartment door hoping
that at least one of the guys was at home.

	He waited a couple moments, then heard soft footsteps and Pete's
voice asking "who is it?"

	"It's Johnny, Pete, can I come in?"

	"Yeah, sure.  Just a second."

	The door swung open to reveal Pete wearing nothing but a towel
around his waist and shaving cream on his face.  Johnny had never seen the
usually-modest Pete even shirtless, and was a little surprised to see that
while Pete wasn't a body builder, his chest was very solid, and covered
with a nice dusting of dark blonde hair.

	Unexpectedly, Johnny felt his cock twitch in his shorts and turn
half-hard as he looked at Pete.  He apparently had stared just a moment or
two too long because he heard Pete's voice saying "do you MIND?  Come in
and close the door.  It's cold!"

	"Sorry, Pete," Johnny replied sheepishly as he shut the door.  "Is
it OK if I just hang for a little while?"

	"No problem," Pete answered, "make yourself at home."  As Pete
headed back for the bathroom, Johnny watched the movement of his ass under
the towel and his nicely shaped legs, covered with the same dark blonde
hair that was on his chest.  What Johnny didn't know was that Pete had
noticed Johnny looking at him just a little too long, and also the activity
in Johnny's crotch.

	Johnny sat down on the couch and picked up the television remote
control, a little embarrassed and confused about the way seeing Pete nearly
naked had affected him.  He switched on the television and tried to find
something to distract his attention.

	A few minutes later he heard Pete call his name from the bathroom.

	"Yeah?" Johnny answered.

	"I really hate to ask, but I need a hand with something here.
Could you help me out?"

	"Sure," Johnny answered, heading towards the bathroom.  His cock
had finally calmed down and he figured that Pete needed help re-attaching a
loose shower curtain rod or something.  He tapped on the bathroom door and
heard Pete tell him to come in.

	He was stunned by what he saw in the bathroom.  Instead of a faulty
curtain rod, Pete was resting his ass on the sink vanity, totally naked,
with his 7" cock sticking straight out, as hard as any curtain rod, from
its thick nest of dark blonde hair.  Johnny stood transfixed for a couple
seconds.  Without his knowing it, his own cock went rigid in his pants.
"Oh..." he started to say, then tried to step out of the room.

	Pete's voice stopped him.  "Hey wait a minute.  You said you'd help
me out with something.  This is it, and if I'm not mistaken, I think you
may need some help yourself."

	Johnny's face turned red as he followed Pete's gaze down to the
front of his jeans.  There was no question that his dick was as hard as it
had ever been in his life.  He glanced up at Pete's face, then jumped
slightly when he felt Pete's fingers gently tracing the outline of his cock
though the denim.  Johnny's heart was racing-- he was scared, but more
turned on than he would ever have though possible.  "I think you like this
more than you want to admit," Pete said as he continued to feel up Johnny's
crotch.  Johnny finally let out a big sigh and let his body relax, his hips
starting to thrust slightly.

	Pete's eyes were staring straight into Johnny's.  Johnny took
another look at Pete's naked body, and for the first time ever, admitted to
himself that he liked looking at other men.  He hesitatingly reached out to
put his hand on Pete's bare upper arm.  Pete said "don't worry, it's
alright to touch."

	Johnny's hand moved over to Pete's chest and he was amazed at how
hot a man's hairy, hard chest could feel.  His fingertips gently grazed
Pete's left nipple, which was hard from exposure to the cool air.  Pete
quivered slightly and Johnny started to pull his hand away, afraid he had
done something wrong, but Pete grabbed his hand and repositioned it on the
same hard nipple, sighing with pleasure.

	Pete said "it's OK.  You can touch anything you want."  Johnny's
eyes moved down to Pete's rock-hard cock, and following his gaze, Pete told
him "yes, you can touch that also.  Try it."

	For the first time in his life Johnny felt another man's hard cock
in his hand.  He was amazed at how something could be so hard, yet soft and
warm at the same time.  He gently slid his fingers over it, and Pete sighed
with pleasure, now emulating Johnny's thrusting motion.  As Johnny
continued to jack Pete's cock, he felt a hand slide up under his shirt,
across his smooth, hard chest.  Fingers found a nipple, and Johnny
discovered that it was somehow connected directly with his dick.  Another
wave of pleasure swept through his body, as Pete said "I think it might be
a good idea to move someplace where there's a little more room."

	Johnny didn't object when Pete took him by the hand and led him to
the bedroom.  Pete closed the door, and with the blinds already drawn the
room was dim.  Pete led Johnny to the bed, where he sat down, his face
nearly even with Johnny's crotch.  Johnny didn't object as his belt was
unbuckled and his jeans unsnapped.  As the jeans slid down, Johnny's hard
cock was clearly outlined in the right leg of his black boxer briefs.

	Pete slid his hand up the inside of Johnny's thigh and leaned
forward to trace the outline of Johnny's cock with his tongue and lips.
"Oh fuck, that feels good," Johnny murmured.  Pete worked Johnny's cock
through the fabric a little more, then stood up, his hard cock brushing
Johnny's.  Pete slipped his hands under Johnny's shirt and started to pull
it up.  Without being asked, Johnny raised his arms above his head, and the
shirt came off all the way.  Johnny's chest was smooth but very hard, and
his nipples were already erect.

	Pete dragged his tongue down Johnny's collar bone, then down to his
right nipple, which he flicked with his tongue, then began to suck as he
worked Johnny's cock with his right hand.  Johnny gasped in surprise and
pleasure, then without thinking began to run his hands over Pete's head,
neck and shoulders.  Pete reached behind Johnny, ran his fingertips down
his spine, then slipped both hands under the waistband of Johnny's
boxerbriefs.  He cupped Johnny's asscheeks, then started to slide the
shorts down.  The front waistband caught momentarily on Johnny's cock, but
at last it sprang free.

	Johnny's cock was also about seven inches, and once it was free of
his shorts, it sprang out rigid with a head almost as pointed as an arrow.
Johnny's bush was blonder than Pete's but almost as thick.  His legs were
also covered in blonde hair, though it was difficult to see.  Johnny
quivered at the sensation of Pete's tongue flicking his balls.  The next
thing he felt was a pair of warm, wet lips sliding slowly along the length
of his cock.  The lips then wrapped themselves around his cockhead, causing
him to moan even louder.  Pete swallowed all of Johnny's dick, then
gradually slid back so he could stroke and suck at the same time, his
tongue working under the most sensitive spot of the head.  Johnny stood for
several minutes enjoying the best blowjob he had ever received, his hips
thrusting involuntarily and becoming even more turned on when he looked
down to see his cock sliding in and out of Pete's mouth.

	Pete stopped sucking to catch his breath, and his eyes moved up to
meet Johnny's.  Their gaze locked for a few seconds, but before Pete could
continue the blowjob he felt Johnny's hands on his upper arms, pulling him
to his feet with surprising force.  Pete was startled and a little
frightened by this sudden movement and started to protest, but "hey..." was
the only thing he was able to say before Johnny's lips were on his, and
Johnny's arms were pulling their naked, hot bodies very close.  Pete
enthusiastically returned the kiss, wrapping his arms in turn around
Johnny, sliding his hands down Johnny's back to cup a pair of the most
perfect asscheeks he had ever felt.  The incredible sensation of a man's
hard, hairy body pressing against his was totally new to Johnny, but he
felt he couldn't get enough of it, hugging Pete closer, and feeling their
hard cocks rub together.

	They stood making out and feeling each other up for at least ten
minutes, Johnny amazed at how his excitement had made him want to kiss Pete
and even more, how much he liked it.  In turn, Pete was surprised that
things had progressed this far.  Kissing was usually the most difficult
thing for guys like Johnny to do, and Pete had expected at most to give
Johnny a blowjob without much else.  They stopped for a moment and Pete
felt Johnny pushing him gently but firmly towards the bed.

	Pete obliged him by stretching out on the bed, and Johnny followed
him almost immediately so they could continue making out lying down.  Pete
held Johnny tight, but released one hand to run his fingertips down
Johnny's spine, and he was rewarded by Johnny's shiver of pleasure.  Now it
was Johnny's turn to stop for breath, and he rested his head on Pete's
furry chest, breathing hard.  He loved the sensation of Pete's fingers
gently stroking his hair and neck.

	Johnny kissed Pete again, then started to explore Pete's chest with
his lips and tongue.  He found a hard nipple, and flicked it with his
tongue, then started sucking, Pete sighing in response to his efforts.  He
repeated the same process on the other nipple, getting even more aroused
himself as he went.

	Pete's cock was a little intimidating, not by its size, but because
Johnny wasn't sure if he could suck it right.  He'd had plenty of bad
blowjobs from girls, and he wanted to return the favor Pete had done him by
doing it well.  Pete's crotch was shower-clean. and Johnny inhaled deeply
as he took a first tentative lick on Pete's hairy ballsac.  He licked
again, then gently took a ball in his mouth, remembering the bitch who had
nearly put him out of commission when she bit too hard on one of his own
balls.  He worked the testicle in his mouth and was rewarded with a soft
moan of pleasure from Pete.  He let go of the ball, and took another
tentative lick, this time of the hard cock in front of his face.  Then, he
just opened his mouth and wrapped it around the cockhead.

	Johnny could taste precum as his tongue worked around the head, and
he found the sensation of a cock in his mouth amazingly erotic.  Pete's
hips started to thrust gently, and Johnny tried to match the rhythm with
his tongue and lips.  Johnny continued sucking as he felt Pete's hands
gently guiding his head.  As he shifted his position slightly, Johnny felt
his own hairy ballsac brush on Pete's hairy leg, and again he was amazed at
how hot it felt.

	Pete's grip became a little tighter as Johnny felt his head being
pulled off of the stiff cock.  "Slow down, guy," Pete murmured, "let's make
it last a little longer."

	Johnny moved up and felt Pete's arms pulling him close, and they
began another nice long makeout session.  When they paused a little while
later Pete asked "have you ever seen a guy shoot?"

	"No, I haven't," Johnny answered, thinking how much he really would
like to see a guy shoot.

	"There's no time like the present" Pete answered, as he moved so
that they were lying side by side.  He crossed one leg over Johnny's and
started to stroke his cock.  Johnny quickly got the idea, and began to
stroke his own cock.  They continued for some time, pausing occasionally to
kiss and touch.  It was a day of amazing discoveries for Johnny, the latest
one being how hot it was to watch another guy jack off.  Pete was equally
excited by the sight of Johnny stroking his cock.

	Eventually, Johnny's breathing came harder and in bigger breaths.
"I can't hold it much longer...." he moaned.

	Pete answered "stroke that cock for me, Johnny, I want to see you
shoot!"

	"Shoot with me!" Johnny gasped.

	Both men then concentrated on their jerking, and a few seconds
later Johnny said "I'm cuuuummminng..."

	"Me too...!" Pete said in turn.  A split second later Pete's cock
erupted, shooting cum at least a foot in the air, with some of it landing
on his hairy chest.

	The sight of Pete shooting was all that Johnny could take, and he
in turn shot the biggest load he could remember since being a teenager.
His cum came in four successive waves, not shooting quite as high as Pete,
but with cum practically streaming out of his cock, and his entire body
jerking.

	Both men lay quietly for a few moments, waiting for their breathing
and heart rates to return to normal.  Finally, Pete handed Johnny a small
towel from the nightstand so they could clean up what seemed like gallons
of cum.

	"That was incredible," Johnny said.  I'm worn out."

	"Well, take a little rest then," Pete replied.  He reached for the
comforter and pulled it up over both of them.  Johnny snuggled up to him,
and with Pete's arm around him, they both drifted off to sleep.

TO BE CONTINUED.....