Date: Tue, 15 Apr 2003 05:30:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: BA
Subject: Frank and Me - Part 1

Disclaimer: This story is written by an adult, about adults and for adults.
It is not to be read by anyone under the age of 18 years or living in a
communty where this type of material is illegal.

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Frank and Me -- Part 1

During my freshman year in college, a good friend from the east coast to
the Midwest city where I was attending school. He moved in with his sister,
who was a professor at my school. He had an entire house for his use,
especially whenever she traveled.

Frank was a good-looking guy with a slim build and about 5' 10" tall. He
was 20 years old (two years older than me). You couldn't miss his
naturally, wavy, red hair, and green eyes. The girls just adored him.

We had met a few years earlier at a summer music camp, where we hit it off
right away. We never did anything physical then. In fact, the only sex talk
was typically about hot girls. The other guys at camp and I were in awe of
Frank's experiences with the ladies.

My name is Scott. At the time I was 18 years old, about 5' 6" with a medium
build, brown curly hair and hazel eyes. Even by my college freshman year, I
was rather inexperienced. I had sex with girls a couple times in high
school, but nothing spectacular to write home about, but that was about to
change.

About a month into the fall semester, Frank's sister went away for a
long-weekend conference. Frank would have the house to himself for three
full days, starting Friday morning. He wasted no time in getting things
ready. He talked me into skipping my Friday afternoon classes and coming to
his place for lunch.

Frank made lunch and I brought the beer. We sat on the couch watching TV.

"Do you wanna watch some porn?" Frank said.



"Sure," I replied.

Frank went to his room and came back with a couple tapes. He put one in the
VCR, and said, "You'll love this one."

As we finished our sandwiches and chips and drank our beer, I watched
intently as two women with big tits fucked and sucked a guy with at least a
ten-inch dick. Although I had seen plenty of porn, I had never watched with
someone else. I always hid my tapes at home and watched when my parents
were out. This was odd sitting next to someone as I watched three people
fuck and suck and moan on screen. The strange thing was I realized the
woody that that was starting to stick up in my pants was not coming from
the chicks. My gaze was locked on the guy's ten hard inches.

I glanced over at Frank, and noticed that he too had a tent pole in his
pants. He was doing more than just watch though. He was rubbing his crotch
with his left hand, making it even harder. I must of looked to long,
because he looked over at me and smiled. I quickly looked back at the
on-screen fucking not wanting to appear weird.

After a few more minutes, I shifted my eyes back at Frank's crotch. He was
still rubbing his dick through his pants, and I could tell he was really
hard. Now, normally when I watched porn at home, I jacked off. I knew that
I couldn't here, but I thought I could follow Frank's lead and rub it a
bit. If I relived myself in my jeans, so be it. I could clean up later.

I reached down with my right hand and began to rub my cock through the
cotton of my jeans and underwear, making it even harder than it was. It
ached to be released from the confines of my pants.

"Scott, why don't we do this right?" Frank said, looking over at me rubbing
myself.

"Do what?" I replied.

"Beat our meat . . . choke our chickens . . . jack off," he said. I must
have looked bewildered. "You know," said Frank, "masturbate! You look like
you need to." He looked at me for some confirmation.

"Okay," I replied sheepishly, although it was what my dick really needed.

My okay was all he needed. Frank removed his shirt, and quickly unzipped
his jeans to slide them down his legs. When he lifted his butt from the
couch, his cock stretched the cotton of his briefs. I was glued to the
sight, as he used his feet to kick his jeans off. Frank then hooked his
fingers under the waistband of his briefs and yanked them completely
off. When he plopped back down on the couch his meat smacked on his hard
stomach.

I was frozen. I had never been this close to another naked guy before
except in the school locker room, but even then I usually picked a locker
away from most of the other guys. Frank's cock looked awesome. I wanted to
reach out and touch it right there, but I knew better.

"Soooo...?" Frank said looking at me. "Are you going to strip or stare?"

Without a word I took off my shirt and jeans, but I still had on my
underwear when I sat back down. Frank reached over and tugged on the
waistband. "Come on, these too. I don't want to the only one nude here."

I reached down and pulled off my briefs, letting it all hang out. I felt
both free and nervous. "What am I doing?" I thought to myself. "I'm not
gay. I shouldn't be sitting here with a guy jacking off. I should be with a
girl fucking my brains out." But, I also felt excited. A little voice in
the back of my mind, which had always been there whenever I was close to a
hot guy, told me that everything was just fine, and that I should just
enjoy myself.

Frank started to stroke his meat, getting himself really hard. His dick was
cut and about eight inches long but thin like the rest of him. I looked
down at my seven inches, which was much thinker than his, so I felt okay
about showing off my dick to another guy.

I followed Frank's lead and began to stroke away. I pumped my cock up and
down with my right hand, using my left to fondle my balls, which I love to
play with. Not thinking Frank would notice, I occasionally passed a finger
over my manhole, sending an electric spark through me.

Between the movie and Frank, the sights and sounds around me were
overwhelming. It didn't take long for me to cum. I shot my wad onto my
chest, hitting my chin and neck in the process. It felt really good and
really hot.

I realized that Frank had been watching me more than the movie. He jacked
himself faster and faster. His left hand was a blur as he pumped up and
down on his cock. His right hand was playing with his balls. Wait. Did I
see correctly? Was he using a finger on his asshole too. I could be quite
sure, because of where I was sitting. Frank scooted himself down on the
couch and aimed his cock up on his chest. His manly fluid spurted so far it
hit him in his mouth, which to my amazement was open. He caught several
gobs in his mouth then swallowed. He wiped his face and chest with his bare
hands and then licked his fingers clean. I was stunned.

"Do you do that all the time?" I asked dumbfounded.

"You mean eat my cum? No. Only when I feel like it," he answered. "Haven't
you ever tasted yourself?" he inquired."

"Never," was all I could say.

We dropped the subject. I went to the kitchen to get a paper towel to clean
myself off, and Frank went to his bathroom to take a piss. I had started to
dress when he came back into the room. "What're you getting dressed for?"
Frank asked me.

"The party, remember?" I asked.

Frank told me, "People aren't due here until at least six o'clock. We have
plenty of time, so there is no hurry. We have more than enough time for
another movie or any thing else." I wondered what that had meant.


To be continued . . .