Date: Mon, 30 Aug 2010 09:28:50 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Picking a BF, Part One" by Jay Roberts    Gay College

++++Even if you know what BF stands for you still must leave
    if you are under 18 years of age.  If you are legal for this
    story, even if you don't know that BF is BOY FRIEND you
    Still can stay and read it...and maybe learn something.


There was only one week left at school before the summer
vacation.  Greg and I had just come from the "last bash" and
bonfire.  It was great, beer flowed like, well, beer, and we
filled our paper cups more times than I counted.

Here we were ending the night (or rather early morning) with a
few shots of bourbon. We're a bit drunk.  No, we were a lot
drunk.  I for one was having a fucking hard time getting my words
out.  Not that it stopped me.  I went on and on and Greg nodded
wisely at everything I said.  I fucking loved him at that moment,
even though we never, ever did any stuff together.  This was a
real friendship.

Many is the night that I was suffering from a hard cock that
wouldn't go down.  I could have called across this room and asked
him to relieve me.  He would've done it too, 'cause he's the best
fucking friend I ever had.

Greg was a little less drunk than me.  At least he could speak
without slobbering and lisping.  But when he drank, it got him
all touchy feely and sentimental.

"Bobby, I love you.  I'm gonna help you figure out your problem
right now."

"Thanks pal."  A few drunken tears escaped from my red eyes and I
managed a short sob of gratitude.

You're probably wondering what Greg and I look like.  Oddly, we
resemble each other at lot.  We're about the same size and build,
nothing special, we are mister everybody, 5'10, sandy hair, nice
looking, but not really handsome.  We both have a feature that
may explain why I am fortunate enough to have to three Bfs and
have the luxury of choosing one.  We are both real big cocked
bastards!

While we admire each other's endowment, we are not and haven't
ever been sexually involved.  Hey, we're pals, buds, even gay
sisters, but not lovers.

You heard me mention a "problem".  Well the problem in that I
love three guys and it's mutual. I can't decide which one to
visit on the vacation.  They live in different towns, but they
are more or less equidistant from my house.

Now there's Ted.  Ted's a lover, the greatest.  A few hours with
him are unendurable pleasure indefinitely, and pleasurably
enjoyed.  Yeah, he is a master lover, and a strong personality
that I love bending to.  His presence it commanding, the guy is
only about six feet tall, but his wide shoulders, deep chest and
big arms and legs seem to fill the room and master me.  He is
also the possessor of a booming, deep bass voice.  This is some
cat!

Billy is fun to be with.  The guy is a natural clown but his
quips are side-splitting and original.  His red hair and snub
nose and humorous mouth complete the picture.  An evening with
Billy is like a visit to a comedy club.  He's fun. He makes me
forget the tension of school and the way his eyebrow lift when he
sees me is warm and fun.  "I love you for your intelligence," he
said,"You have a big brain down there.  It'd take a year, at
least to get acquainted with all of it.

Wes by third fuck buddy seems to have it all.  He looks like the
cover of a men's health magazine and he's rich!  Very rich, he
lives in a mansion on the Sound, his grandmother just died and
left him five million dollars.  That's chicken feed to what he
will get when his widowed and sick, mother dies.  He drives an
antique Morgan and wears tailor made clothes.  But, he's no snob,
he's always been rich, so it's just the way it is.  All the gay
guys at school envy me hooking up with such a story book prince.
He thinks he is lucky and admits he is a size queen.

Greg advised, before rolling over and passing out, that I ought
to have three dates during the last week of school and make the
decision.

I started out on the definite test for my decision.  I ran across
big Ted sitting on the library steps, his full thighs looking hot
in his chinos.  "You free now?" I asked, giving him my puffy
mouth look and grabbing my cock gently.

"Sure babe, my placed, in five minutes.  I gotta return this
book.  Let's not waste time.  Be naked when I get there."

Oh so butch!  But I did what he asked, as usual.  I lay on the
bed, on my back, my equipment already showing some advanced
interest in the date.  Greg burst in noisily.  Greg did
everything with purposefulness.  He zipped off his clothes and
lay down next to me, his mouth at my cock and his short fat one
at me lips.

"Let's go!"

Oh shit, this guy had magic lips.  He swirled his giant tongue
all around my cock head and spiraled down and up.  My eyes were
crossing.  I managed to get to work on his sweet prick, my mouth
watering and my voice moaning from his onslaught.

I usually have control, but never with Greg.  His mouth is so
demanding and he craved my spooge like a baby.  I always tried to
last longer, but it was hopeless, especially when he would pause,
slap my butt hard and order me to "deliver" in his stentorian
voice.

I was already into fuck motions as I helplessly gave up resisting
my orgasm.  He'd feel the increase in precum and double his
efforts, taking my eight fat inches into his gullet.  I don't
know how he did it, but it was mind blowing to feel surrounded by
hot pulsing flesh.  With an almost agonizing cry, I began
shooting, and shooting and shooting.  He left me dry but so
happy, I laughed in joy.

"Get me off, now."

Oddly Greg loved to be rubbed off over anything else.  I gently
moved the skin on this prick and watched the reactions I knew so
well.  At first he'd grunt contentedly, then as I firmed up my
hand, his eyes would roll up and his cock would get as hard as a
plank.  Then the thumb wipe, he'd begin to drool.  Finally when
his hips began to move, I knew he wanted the heavy shagging.  A
half minute of that and he would growl, "I'd there," and his big
piss slit would open like a mouth and spew thick, white globs of
clotted cum on his muscular stomach.  It was really a big
experience for him.  He'd almost pass out from the cum and he'd
lay there in sweaty ecstasy for awhile.  Then he sort of come to
quickly and jump up and dress.

He slapped me, not too hard, on the cheek and said, "Excellent,
your goo get better flavor each time and your hand technique
is...have you ever thought of taking up the violin?"

He was out of the door and I was still a bit week and took a
short nap, my head on the pillow that had his fragrance.  This
was a hard decision, the last hour or so was so great.

I told Greg about it and he said, "That's only one of the
triangle.  Get busy with the others."

End Part One