Date: Sat, 1 Dec 2007 14:01:39 -0600
From: letsgo1020@hotmail.com
Subject: Missing You From Around The World

To start off with, this is not your average highly sexual story.  This is
a true story, of intimacy, friendship, and a bond between two men.  If
you are looking for an orgy, I would advise not reading further.  If you
would like to recount the best two years of my college career with me, by
all means, please continue.  The sex that is here, as well as the
intimate affairs of friends, is all between consenting adults.

I didn't like him very much when he first started hanging out with us.
Nick and I had been friends for almost a year, inseparable buddies at our
frat house.  All freshman year we went to the bars together, smoked a lot
of weed together, took all the same classes, and hung out at work.  Then,
sophomore year, he started butting in on the routine.  First, he would
come watch our favorite TV shows with us.  Then he got a job at our
restaurant.  Pretty soon, Jack was becoming the third musketeer to our
duo, and it did not please me at all.  I imagine it was partially my
fault; Nick and I had some things that we disagreed on, and Jack tended
to agree with Nick on many of these points.  I won't get into semantics,
but just know I was feeling slighted.

Things got even worse when Nick and Jack decided that they would like to
room together for the second semester of our sophomore year, pushing me
into a single.  I started to withdraw from them, finding solace in my
work and classes, which was never really my thing before.  I decided that
a good move for my junior year was to take an apartment rather than live
in the frat house.  I found a small place near the house with a friend
from work, and for the first time, things started to brighten for me.
The second semester of sophomore year I pulled up my grades, got promoted
at work, but something still nagged at me.  I still missed the time that
I spent with Nick.

The semester flew by, me still hanging out with Nick and Jack in their
new room, but looking forward to a fresh start for my junior year.  I
left that summer to take a job up north, so I didn't have much contact
with the two for three months while I was gone, other than the occasional
phone call or e-mail.

I moved into the apartment junior year with my friend from work, along
with a co-worker from my job up north, Pete, that didn't have a place to
stay for the fall.  I figured that having this new entourage around me
would help with the empty feeling I had from being replaced by Jack.

About a week into school, Pete and I went out the bars for the night,
looking to pick up some girls.  As we stood at the crowded bar, looking
for something interesting, Pete made an comment that we were probably the
best two looking guys in the bar.  I had never really thought too much in
those terms before.  Of course, I can tell if a guy is good looking or
not, there is no man too straight who can not actually tell if another is
handsome.  But Pete was right, we were quite dashing.  Both of us wearing
tight jeans, nice tight polo shirts that accented our summer tans, both
with nice builds.  No one would tend to disagree too much with that.

We stumbled home that Wednesday night, completely obliterated.  We each
took a hit from our bong, and sat down on the couch to watch a movie.
About an hour in, we found ourselves lying down beside each other on the
couch, laid down into a futon.  As the movie droned on, I suddenly heard
Pete breathing a little harder.  His hand crept up my thigh, and settled
on top of my penis, still encased in its tight jean exterior.  I froze.
I did not know what to do.  He began to rub me through the jean material,
simultaneously taking my hand, and bringing it over to his crotch.  My
hand rested on the front of his jeans for a moment, and I decided to
reciprocate.

Soon we found ourselves unbuckling each others belts, unzipping each
others zippers, and cautiously exploring a little further.  The feeling
was amazing.  No mans hands had ever discovered before what was below my
belt, and it was great.  I stood up, and pulled off my polo and jeans,
boxers following last.  After, I leaned over the futon, pulling off
Pete's jeans and boxer briefs with one quick pull, while he pulled his
shirt over his head.  What lay before me was immaculate.

Pete had a body to die for.  Shapely legs, cut abs, pecs that popped
right out at you, and he had a pair of beautiful blue eyes that stared
right up at my own.  His dick was nothing to write home about, maybe
three inches rock hard, but lacking in length he made up for in girth.

I stood over him with a very similar body, although a bit hairier in the
chest.  I do not know to this day if he has had other experiences with
guys, but if he had not before, my cock probably scared him, being a good
eight inches hard and looking down at him.  I leaned over him, mocking a
push up over his body. Our cocks felt electric as they touched.  I
grabbed his and jacked him hard and fast, then moved down to position my
mouth over the head of his dick.

I leaned in and licked the head.  I wish I could fully recall the initial
feeling and taste, but that's what you get for drinking so much.  My
head engulfed him pretty easily, and I started bobbing and licking,
applying a vacuum seal to it.  He started to moan, and ran his hands
through my hair.  He stopped me, and motioned me to move into the 69
position.  We both fell into rhythm, enjoying the feeling of mutual
ecstasy.

After awhile, I stopped him, and motioned him to come to my bedroom,
where we would not be disturbed by my roommate possibly coming out into
the main room.  He led the way, and I stared at what can only be
described as a perfect ass, muscular and tender in all the right places.
We briefly kissed as I walked into the room, then I got onto the bed and
my hands and knees and old him to grab my oil from the dresser.  All
lathered up, he moved into position to take my ass cherry.  He pushed in
slowly, allowing me to try and stretch, but it hurt.  I began to freak
out a little, and told him to hold off.  I told him I needed a minute to
regroup, and went to the bathroom.

When I came back, he had taken my position, and told me to try him out
first.  We began the same ritual, and I let my cock enter slowly up to
about five inches, when he asked me to stop.  I pulled back, and we
collapsed on the bed.  We stared at each other for a few moments, and
laughed a little in shared amusement of the situation, and let our hands
do the rest of the work on each other, bringing our ecstasy to orgasms
that sent cum flying onto our chests.  We hugged for what seemed like and
hour, but was really only five minutes, and said our goodnights, him
returning to the futon.

The next day you could cut the tension with a knife.  We could barely
look at each other, mustering only a few words.  As the days followed, we
spoke less and less.  He escaped to new bars on campus, finding different
friends to fill his time.  I returned to the house, back to the room of
my former friends Nick and Jack.  I was surprised initially to see how
receptive they were, given the fact I had been spending very little time
with them, but at the same time, overwhelmingly relieved that they would
take me back.

October came, and Pete left back to his parent's house.  We didn't even
say goodbye.  At this point, I was practically living in Nick and Jack's
room, returning only to my apartment to sleep.  And what was more, I was
beginning to accept Jack for the man he was, and took him in as a friend.

I supposed this would be a good time as any to describe the two boys I
was spending my days and nights with.  I have never been fully
comfortable with giving good, solid descriptions, but I will try for the
visibility of the story.  Nick, my buddy for over two years now, is the
same height as me, a little less than six feet.  He has dark, brown hair,
and hazel eyes with specks of color floating throughout.  No one would
describe him as a muscular guy, more toned than anything.  He has a cute,
baby face that girls love, and an amazing ass that you could watch walk
in front of you all day.  Jack is a few inches over six feet, and has the
characteristics of a very classically good looking man.  He has muscles
that are very well-proportioned to his body, short brown hair, beautiful
face, and an amazing smile.  And did I mention a butt that actors would
love to have?

Back to the story, over that semester, the three of us grew very close.
After finals, we decided to get out of town for a few days and flew to
Las Vegas for the weekend.  We checked in at our hotel, into a suite
facing the strip.  Big room, big beds, plasma TVs galore.  The highlight
of the room (at least for me) was the bathroom, with a glass shower put
up on a pedestal over the rest of the bathroom.  During the course of the
trip, it was basically an all-access viewing to my two best friends
showering in the buff.  I learned that Nick's ass is about as nice as I
had imagined it, two bubbles resting on his torso, with a three inch
flaccid penis.  Jack was even more amazing nude, with his body glistening
with water.  The view was amazing: porn-star ass, and a four inch long
limp dick, thick as you please.

The weekend was great.  We got invited to a celebrity party the first
night, and got tanked.  The next day we headed out to the casinos, and
hit up a club that night.  We stumbled home at about three, and Nick
immediately hit the sack.  Jack and I we still wired, and sat on the
coaches to think of what to do.  We remembered the pool, or really series
of hot tubs, that our suite complex had to offer, and decided to check it
out.  We hadn't brought swim suits, so we decided boxers would have to
do.  We slipped on our robes, and headed down.

It started as a dare.  Or really a mutual dare slash race.  We would see
who could make a lap through five of the pools, swimming end to end,
jumping out of each one and running to the next, and ending in a circuit
back where we started.  In the nude.  I was excited by the prospect of
getting more naked time with Jack, so I agreed along with him.  We
chucked the boxers, and started swimming like mad.  There was plenty of
good natured bumping in the pool, and skirmishes both trying to climb out
at once, trying to wrestle the other back down.  We finished the circuit,
and pulled our boxers back up.  We looked at each other, both beginning
to say at the same time that maybe we should try a rematch.  This went on
for another race or two, when I finally suggested that we just lose the
boxers altogether, and chill in the pools.  Jack agreed, and we lazily
floated about, moving from one pool to the next when we pleased.

It was truly amazing, watching his body moving, glistening with water,
knowing we were the only two in the pool complex that night.  As the sun
began to rise, we settled into a private cove of a hot tub, and were
talking, when we heard voices.  A maintenance guy came to us and told us
we had to get out; the pool did not open until ten.  We laughed, and
waited for him to leave the area before dashing for our robes, and
heading back to the room.  When we got back, we climbed into beg
together, and fell asleep back to back, pushed up against each other,
feeling contact all along out backs and butts. There was no sex romp that
night, but the evening of foreplay had exhausted us anyway.  Not that I
knew that anything of this sort was on his mind, of course.

We never talked about that night of skinny-dipping, but from that time on
we became better friends with each passing day.  The `three musketeers'
that I had fought against for so long turned out to be one of the best
things in my life.  We were spending every waking moment together, and
decided that we would live together our senior year in an apartment on a
corner of the campus.  Time flew by, as it always does when you are
having the time of your life.  Pete began dating a girl during second
semester of our junior year that was very on again, off again.  Nick and
I dated occasional girls, but nothing ever stuck for us.

The move into the apartment our senior year was great, all of us under
one roof finally.  Although we had not spent a lot of time together the
past summer, Jack and I stole away for a couple of days, just kind of
bumming around and partying.  Each night we would fall asleep at five in
the morning on a small couch, curled up against each other.  Nothing was
happening physically, but we had a unique connection, and felt very
comfortable and safe with each other.

We partied our way through senior year, and found ourselves that spring
heading down to Puerto Rico for spring break.  What a time that was.  We
were out in paradise, spending our days on the beach and our nights in
the bar.

A few nights in, Jack and I separated a little early from the rest of the
group, and took a taxi back to our hotel.  We were beyond drunk, and
reminiscing for the first time about our night in Vegas the past year, we
decided to hit up the beach and go for a swim.  Once again, we pulled off
our clothes, this time not needing any games to facilitate our nudity.
Jack looked beautiful, beyond words.  The way the moon was striking his
body, glistening with ocean water, brought up strong feelings that I
normally pushed back in my mind.  His ass was just so^Å so perfect as he
ran up and down the water line, and jumping through the waves.  We were
down at the beach for over five hours, dividing our time between the
waves and nude moon-bathing.  We never felt closer to each other, and
talked about what we wanted in our futures, what was good for us in our
lives, and about how much we meant to each other.  We ended the swim with
a four mile walk up and down the beach, at this point in our boxers as it
was past daybreak and the workers were all out.  We ended up back at the
hotel room around nine a.m. and fell asleep side by side in our bed.

This next anecdote is probably the most difficult one for me to tell.
None of this has been easy for me to write, as I am not the most
forthcoming when it comes to talking about things that are of such a
personal matter.  This was the night that Jack and I almost slept
together, or more specifically, the night I turned Jack down.

The night began out at a sorority/fraternity exchange.  We partied like
rock stars, as per usual, and were too drunk to stay out after the
exchange was over.  Nick, Jack, and I stumbled home about one a.m. and
sat down to take some bong rips.  Nick took his first, and in about three
minutes was passed out on the couch.  Jack and I decided against smoking
that night, instead deciding sleep was a better idea.  We went to our
respective rooms, and I lay down to sleep.

After about fifteen minutes, I was still wide awake, and went to see if
Jack was still up.  He also was, so I sat down on his bed to talk.  We
chatted for awhile, and in the midst of talking I lay down on his bed to
get more comfortable.  He pulled the covers over me, and we snuggled up
next to each other.

After a little while, Jack began petting my hair as we talked, and
staring into my eyes with a loving expression.  As we reached a break in
the conversation, he asked, "So, what do you want to do now?"  I
changed the conversation, and he continued to stroke my hair.  A little
while after, he removed his hand from my head, and ran it slowly down my
chest and around to my back, pulling me in a little closer.  His hand
slid into my boxers, and he ran his hand over my ass, squeezing
slightly.  His hand moved then to the front of my boxers, and lightly
squeezed my cock, pumping it very slowly, and then letting his hand
escape back to my hair.  He stared into my eyes again, and waiting for my
return.

He let my hand rest on his chest, and slowly moved it down to his
stomach.  I couldn't go any further.  He asked again, "So, what do you
want to do now?"  These eight words will haunt me forever, of this I am
sure.  I couldn't bring myself to commit to sex with him.  We kept
talking for awhile longer, him still stroking my hair, and we fell asleep
that night with his arm around me, and my hand resting above his boxers.
I woke up about five, and moved back to my bed.  We never spoke about the
night after.

You may be asking why I didn't fuck him, or at least explore a little
more.  It wasn't that I was scared^Å ok, maybe a little.  But not of
sex, more that if we had sex, what would happen after.  If he would think
it was a mistake, or I would.  If things would become strange.  I wasn't
willing to risk such an important friendship over one night of love.

And that is where the story ends^Å for now.  We graduated, and after a
great summer of hanging out, I moved to the other side of the world from
Jack and Nick.  On our last night together, the night before I flew out,
Jack came to me after Nick was in bed, and hugged me for what felt like a
lifetime.  When we pulled apart, Jack had tears in his eyes, and stared
at me with that same loving intensity he always does.  We speak once or
twice a week right now, and I'll be back in January, so I guess our
story together will pick up again at that point.

Thank you all for reading this.  I apologize for the lack of sex in the
majority of the story, but I wanted to get this out there.  Love between
two men is possible, even if the two are predominately straight.  What
the future holds, I don't know, but I look forward to it nonetheless.
If you have any comments, complaints, or advice, you can e-mail it to me
at letsgo1020@hotmail.com.  Hopefully someday I can put a second part
into this story.