Date: Tue, 22 Jan 2002 03:32:56 +0000
From: bj m <a11900434@hotmail.com>
Subject: Gerry's Birthday

	Gerry wanted to celebrate his 18th birthday by going to an X-rated
movie. In Baltimore, at the time, the most famous one was called the Apex
Theater. I was nervous, but also excited in a strange way, because the idea
of Gerry being sexually excited really turned me on.

	I had graduated from high school the year before, but had not gone
on to college yet. I was working to save money, since I wasn't eligible for
any scholarships. Gerry, on the other hand, was an all-county basketball
player, sandy blond, lithe, leanly muscular, and looking forward to college
in just a few months. We had hit it off as friends when we both worked at a
local fast food joint. We genuinely enjoyed being around each other, but my
interests in him went a little farther. I want to get in his pants, and I
jerked off thinking of him at least once a week.

	Agreeing to the x-rated movie was fine with me. Thinking of Gerry
next to me with a hard-on was even better. The movie that night was a
straight one, of course. Something about anal adventures, of which Gerry
had been fairly consistent in mentioning that he wouldn't mind doing with
this latest girlfriend. We arrived after it started, so the theater was
dark. I walked in first and stopped to let my eyes adjust. Gerry ran into
me, and I had the real thrill of feeling his crotch bang against my ass. He
chuckled and said,

	"Guess that's my very own anal adventure for tonight?" I just
laughed it off, but almost came in my pants at the thought of it actually
happening.

	During the movie, we both kept our pants shut. Watching Gerry out
of the corner of my eye, I could see him adjusting himself, and it was
driving me crazy to think of him with a hard-on. Walking out, we both had
hands in our pockets, totally oblivious to the fact that at least two dozen
men would have blown us in a flash.

	The car ride back seemed awkward. Finally, I nervously broke the
ice and said I had blue balls. Gerry laughed, agreed, and said, "I need to
get off! Where's Pam (his girlfriend) when I need her?"

	I joined in the camaraderie and said, "Think she would take care of
me, too?"

	Smiling, Gerry shook his head and said, "No, dude, that's just for
me. Sorry."

	Suddenly he turned down a street with a bunch of wherehouses. I
asked him what was up, and he thrilled me by saying, "Dude, I can't wait, I
gotta get off. OK? If you're embarrassed, it's tough. You'll just have to
deal with it."

	He pulled into a loading area, turned off the engine and got
out. Rather than move away from the car, he unzipped his pants, hauled out
his cock and started to stroke it. I was so horny that I didn't realize I
was leaning over to the drivers seat to watch. He has what looked to be a
good 8 inches, and what was amazing was how stiff and straight it was. No
curve at all, just a spear of meat.

	Suddenly he realized I was watching, and turned around so that his
cock came through the open window, right at face level. "Want a better
look?" he said. I didn't respond and he didn't move, but he did cup his
balls and wave it slightly allowing a clear drop of pre-cum to fly off and
land lightly on my cheek.

	"Keith, just take it man, it's cool. I promise I won't tell anyone.
Just take it for a few strokes. Please, man. I promise I won't cum in your
mouth. Please?"

	My baser mind just took over and I didn't even think twice about
it.  I scooted over so that I didn't have to lean as far, opened my mouth
and slid it down over his beautiful piece of meat. It was so hard it
wouldn't bend and I had to really bend my head downward so as to not scrape
him with my teeth. I dimly remember hearing him moan with pleasure as, on
the upward stroke, I dance my tongue under the sensitive side of his
glans. Down again I went, this time slower. His dick head swelled and I
could feel the hard vein on the bottom resting on my tongue. It was
amazing. His scent was musky and a little sweaty since he'd been aroused in
the theater. Mixed with the cool night air, it was intoxicating.

	I went up again and felt his hands now resting on the top of my
head.  I opened my eyes to see just his stomach and groin through the
window. His cock jutted out of a reddish bush of pubic hair, tightly curled
above his balls. The balls hung low, the right one slightly higher than the
left. I could see every wrinkle and vein in the lights from the loading
dock. Above his cock a small trail of reddish brown hair ran from his navel
to just above his bush. His stomach was flat. Not the washboard you see in
the magazines, but simply flat and slightly curved over his abdominal
muscles. As I looked up, two rivulets of sweat coursed down from his chest
into his groin.

	His hands tightened and pushed. My mouth was slid back down again
until my field of vision narrowed to only the point where the base of his
beautiful cock rose from his body. He caught his breath in a sharp intake
and loosened his hand so that I could rise again. His hand was gone, and he
didn't push, but I went down again. He had gotten his three strokes and
would probably have been happy, but I wasn't to be denied my prize.
Twisting my head so that his cock met all the moist parts of my mouth, I
went down again, faster this time. Then up to the top, swirling my tongue
over the head, probing the slit twice, then down again, faster still. Up,
down, up down, I lost track, until I felt his hand again. This time, more
insistent, couple with a subtle trust of his pelvis. He was beginning to
fuck me, my mouth. This was a point of no return.

	My open eyes saw his balls begin to tighten as they filled with
cum. Unbelievably his dick got even harder and thicker. He began to grunt
quietly as he thrusted in on my downward strokes. My eyes began to water as
my mouth muscles were stretched to accommodate him. His thighs and pelvis
were mashed against the door, trying to get as close to my mouth as
possible. Then his hands gripped my head even tighter, not pushing me down,
just keeping me in place. Then he began to cum.

	I didn't feel the shots, just that suddenly my mouth was full. It
was warm and salty, with a slight metallic taste. He thrusted forward,
moaning, and his cock head went deep into my mouth and deposited yet more
cum. I had to swallow or choke, so down it went. He pulled back, realizing
I might be choking and rested just the head inside my lips. I went down on
it once my mouth was clear, and was rewarded with one more spasm and one
more mouthful of his sperm.

	He pulled away, his rigid dick hitting my nose, smearing my face
with spittle and cum. I coughed, choking on a string of cum that hadn't
gone all the way done. My mouth was gummy, it was hard to talk. I coughed
again, finally clearing my throat of the spermy mucus.

	I looked up to see him stuffing his dick back into his jeans,
awkwardly adjusting himself as he was still quite hard. He opened the car
door, leaned forward and patted my back to help my coughing. He gave me a
huge grin and said, "Damn! That was good. Where the hell did you learn to
do that?"

	I scooted so he could get in and gamely replied, "Just something I
picked up in Sunday School." We both laughed loudly as he started the car.

	On the way home he stopped at a 7-11 and bought me a soda "to wash
it down" he said. I couldn't have gotten out anyway as my own prick was
about to explode, my blue balls definitely aching. I didn't expect or want
reciprocation from Gerry.

	He finally stopped in front of my parent's house. An awkward
silence ensued which he broke by saying, "Keith, really, man, that was an
amazing blow job. It'll be our secret, ok?"

	I nodded and said, "Thanks, man, I appreciate it. It wouldn't be
good if it got out at school that I was good at something like that."

	"You're right," he said, "It'll be just for us, no problem. I kind
of like the idea of having a personal cocksucker anyway."

	Appalled I stared at him. He expected me to do this again?

	He leered at me and said, "Dude, you didn't think that was going to
be the only time, did you? That was too good for a one shot deal. Besides,
I have a lot more cum where that came from. When Pam can't take it, maybe
you can help me out. Deal?"

	Of course, I nodded. Who wouldn't?

	To be continued...