Date: Mon, 21 Jul 2003 12:15:18 -0500
From: TB
Subject: Describing John

John was one of the first I met when rushing the fraternity.  Of course he
was a looker, but what caught my eye was the gold tooth. Why he had one of
those no one knows, but it flashed when he smiled, and his good sense of
humor caused those brilliant smiles to appear often.

Through pledging and the years in the frat house he was always friendly,
but, alas, that was all I was to know of him then. The looks were almost
enough. Like many of you I prefer "smoothies", but John had a good store of
hair on chest, and across his stomach leading down to a full bush
surrounding that swinging dick I saw so often in the frat house shower. But
your first mental image would be misleading.  John had curley blond hair
and a bronzed slender bod; forget the black forest on a pale body you so
often see.

As the years in the frat whizzed by the word slipped out.  Like my many
brothers I drank a bit too much on too many occasions.  Ours was a
high-powered engineering school and we all sought relief from the pressure
as we could.  John was among them. I was confronted openly one night but
the brothers seemed to be willing to tolerate me as long as I "behaved".
We were the jock fraternity, so the opportunity to live among the best
bodies on the campus was incentive enough to restrain my impulses... well
most of them.

Then before my senior year I spent the summer at the frat while working
nearby.  John was there as well.

Did I mention a bronzed slender body?  Let me elaborate. Imagine if you
will a body without flab, yet well enough developed to have all the muscle
you like to see. I particularly loved to see him from the side, bending
over, and watch his tight abs, his rib cage and all capped by the large
muscles in his back. He had a good growth of beard to go with that body
hair, but always picture the blond hair against the tanned skin.

One night I came home to an empty frst house after a few brews and decided
on a shower.  To my suprise and delight John followed soon after... clear
into the two stall shower.  I turned away, wanting to conceal my rising
hardon but soon realized John was turned the other way, so I could study
his lean musclled back, and the only truly white skin he owned, two round
full cheeks below that back.  The scene completed the erection just as John
turned, abnd said a few words to chide me for my excitement. I moved out
from the shower, dried my self and sat on the nearby commode. pressing my
dick beneath my leg to hide its tumescence.

A moment later John stepped from the shower and I could see the start of
his arousal. As he passed where I sat I reached out and grabbed it.  "None
of that" he said, but he drew away only slightly.  I followed him to his
room, and there was no indication of dissatisafaction as I entered.  He
lowered that wonderful body to the bed, his shaft swinging gently as he
settled.  I at once lay beside him the opposite way, with my face beside
his hips. Holding the shaft in my hand I could feel the swelling as the
blood rushed into his dick, swelling and lengthening it and causing the
head to grow to "mushroom" size. I pressed it slowly beytween my lips,
savoring its smoothness and inner tension.  Drawing my teeth apart so as to
not scratch and discomfort him I took him into my face part way at first,
then adjusting my position more directly above those slim hips I was able
to press him into me until that smooth head struck the place on the back of
my throat which seemed to long for just such a touch.

Drawing back I began a series of sucking motions, but more they were
massaging of every part of his dick with my lips.  Once I withdrew
completely so as to look at him closely, and in doing so took a moment to
lick the veins running the length of his shaft with the tip of my tongue.
Another interruption, to catch my breath and to prolong his pleasure, gave
me time to lick and kiss the wondeful roughness of his tight scrotum,
sensing the two balls drawn tightly up therein. At last I went after him
furiously, only to feel his hand lifting my head and warning me to look
out.  I persisted and a moment later, with a thrust from his hips he shot a
warm salty load that filed my mouth.  Though he felt he should withdraw to
allow my to spit out his jiuce, I swallowed, then with my lips drew the
last remaining drops from his swollen head.

Reversing position I was rewarded by his acquisence in my kissing that
bearded neck, then parting his lips for a fulsome, warm kiss.

Ah John, i dream of you still these many years since. You were my first
real encounter, and none since has challenged your memory.  Should you by
chance read these words I hope they evoke the pleasent memory you gave me
that day.

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