Date: Sun, 11 Jul 2004 18:07:14 +0000
From: c c <clashmore@hotmail.com>
Subject: Two friends' lust for each other

John is twenty years old and is an engineering student at Dublin City
University and David, twenty-one, studies medicine at University College
Cork.  This is the story of how they got to know each other and how they got
ready to meet for a week's holiday together sailing near Bantry in the
beautiful west of County Cork.  First they'd arranged to meet up in David's
home in Cork City.

I should tell you that they are both fine young men.  John is five foot
nine, with fair hair and blue eyes and David is five ten with brown hair. I
don't know what colour his eyes are but I've heard that they're really sexy.
  They're nicely proportioned lads, not too muscular, but strong enough
nevertheless. Flawless skin and plenty of outdoor sports on the beach in the
summer has left them with a nice tan.  "A tan?", I hear you ask.    Well
even in Ireland the sun shines sometimes!

Well-proportioned chests, flat stomachs and luscious butts completes the
picture of each of them running on the beach, larking around with friends.
I'm told they each look mouth-wateringly irresitable in speedos and I can
well believe it!  John and David have each occupied the lustful minds of
quite a number of young women since they were about sixteen years old.

I dare say that there have been some young men too who have felt a certain
stirring. If they had been able to see the beautiful uncut cocks of these
two young men, well, I think they'd lose it altogether and need to get away
from the crowds on the beach to deal decently with their excitement.

John and David met in cyberspace, to use that rather clumsy word.  How, I'm
not quite sure. I think it was on a forum at a university site about
cross-country running or something like that.  The two students quickly
formed a good friendship discussing far more than running.

Now before you jump to conclusions:  When I write "far more" I don't mean
what you think I mean, I just mean "far more", innocently enough.  I mean to
say, there's more to life than sex!  You see they had truly become good
friends and had even exchanged good-looking modest photographs of each
other.

They wrote and talked over the phone about girls but also, somehow, due to
their closeness, each was able to let the other know that he had had a
serious crush on another guy, in John's case two and a half years ago and in
David's case, three years ago.  Each had expressed the view that he'd always
have that potential to fall in love with someone of his own sex and
experience as James Joyce wrote in a letter to Nora Barnacle, "ungovernable
lust".

David wrote that sometimes the sight, in the sports changing rooms, of the
nice uncut cock and perfect ass of one of his friends, a guy with sexy eyes
and a pleasant smile, could cause that delightful sensation of a slight
issue of pre-cum from David's own penis.

Each of these young men delighted in their sexuality and all the pleasures
it brought them, more often through their fantasies I'd have to admit, than
in actual reality. They'd had, however, a few experiences with girls but not
with other guys.

The day came when these two young men would meet.  John was to take the
train to Cork, a journey of about two and a half hours.  Neither expected
sex with the other, during the week they'd be together, but each made
meticulous preparations just in case, preparations that is to get the other
aroused.

John searched through his room for a simple but sexy pair of white briefs
bought a few months ago in an upmarket shop, put them on and tucked his
penis neatly into them.  He looked in the mirror as he took a two-year old
pair of well-washed Levis 501s and put them on too.  A nice shirt, a casual
jacket and some matching shoes completed the ensemble.  He certainly wanted
to give himself the best possible chance with David.

David's equally careful preparations were to look through Roches's Stores
for the nicest set of boxers he could find and then, in his room back at
home, he picked out some faded Lee jeans into which his buttocks neatly
fitted.  He put on a shirt and a denim jacket and was pleased with the very
slight modest zipped-up bulge he saw in the mirror. He was a guy who had a
good upbringing and so didn't want to dress in a provocative way.  Sometimes
subtlety is the best policy in cultivating sexual desire in another person,
he thought.

John found himself sitting in the train, trying to read a book but more
often letting his imagination run wild as the speed of the train energised
him.  He fantasised about himself standing with his bare chest covered with
saliva from David's mouth and still wearing his jeans.  David would, at this
stage, now be crouched in front of him really starting to let his unbridled
desire take over as he tremblingly started to undo the buttons of John's
501s.

At length the opening of John's jeans could be folded back to give his new
sex partner a view of his stunning white designer briefs. David would nestle
his face into the soft cotton fabric and then more painstaking work on
David's part would eventually give him the thrilling reward of the sight of
John's fine cock.  He longed to see the pleasure and excitement on David's
face as the sounds and smell of two young men's sexual ecstasy would
permeate the room.

David, for his part, waited for the train to arrive at Kent Station in Cork
City sipping some tea in the café-bar and wanted to feel John's hands
exploring his chest, massaging his cock and fondling his buttocks.  He
looked at his watch, willing the journey to be over.

The miles between Dublin and Cork were devoured by the tain just as each
young man was devoured with his lust for the other.  Each wondered whether
the other would really be as sexually desirable in real life as they had
conceived in their imaginations.  And if so, how could they introduce sex to
their friendship; each was apprehensive that the other would reject his
advances. Neither, of course, knew what the other was thinking.

I don't know quite how this story ends, but I do know that each wanted the
other badly as soon as their eyes met.  However it wasn't until nearly the
end of their week's holiday that they each had the courage to get it
together.  I can't imagine the tension that John and David each suffered
leading up to that passionate resolution.

I'm reliably told that the sex they had on the night of their departure was
so passionate that it sealed them in an intense friendship that lasts to
this day.  There was plenty more passion to be had in the years that
followed, that amply made up for the initial delay.

Sometimes it was in the bedroom, but David's preference was to have sex in
secluded seaside coves and in the corners of meadows in spring.  He was
generally the more romantic of the two!  John was more than happy to oblige
his boyfriend's desires.

I can also assure you that John's fantasies in the train came true many
times.  David never tired of slowly undoing the buttons of John's favourite
501s.  Of course, they started to wear out but John lovingly kept them just
for use on those special sex sessions he had with David each anniversary of
their first meeting.

If you've any comments to make, I'd be delighted to read them if you send
them to clashmore@hotmail.com.  Since I've a number of stories published on
this site, I'd be glad if you could say that it was the "John and David"
story that you read.  If the story made you cum, you might be so kind as to
let me know.  Telling me that in your email will give me the opportunity to
jerk off too.