Date: Sun, 25 Nov 2012 19:37:59 -0800 (PST)
From: Kyle Roughton <kruph@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Fair Exchange

Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it
is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live,
then please stop now. This author will not be held
responsible if this work gets into the wrong hands. This
story contains consensual and intimidating descriptions
of sexual activity between boys and older people. Please
write: kruph@yahoo.com. I would like to hear if
you like my story.

Warning: This story contains strong sexual themes. If these types of themes
offend you then you best leave.

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Julian was 17 and was everything that I wasn't. He was taller than me,
stronger than me, fairer than me, and got to travel around the world, which
was something that I have always wanted to do. Now I have this attraction
for fair skinned boys. And J was the whitest white boy that you had ever
seen. He wasn't pasty white either but his skin exuded a creamy, pearly
iridescence and was smooth and supple over his finely toned muscles. He was
about 180cm tall whereas I was only 179 when we first met. His knees stuck
out a cm further when we sat next to each other, his fingers easily
enclosed mine when we were palm to palm. He wore size 44 shoes and myself
43. And his awesomely shaped cock was 21 cm to my 20. Its taut purple veins
running along his uncut penis. And adorned by very large low hanging
nuts. But more on that later in the story.

For myself, aside from being one cm shorter than J in every way, I have
been described to be lithe and agile. I was fair skinned too but tended to
tan quite quickly. My dark mop of wavy hair blended with my brooding hazel
eyes. J had greenish amber eyes which entranced anyone that he spoke with.
I was rather athletic although didn't make it to any of the school teams.
At 16, I was always horny and because I had limited access to girls, my
tolerance for sexual connections extended to certain boys.

Julian was a dream. He moved in a very sensual way, not feminine and
certainly not with brute arrogance; but almost like a slow motion scene in
the movies. When he walked into a room, everyone stopped and looked at
him. He never seemed to be aware of his effect on people and just went
about his business while the world seemed to stand still.

The first time we ever met was at the airport. My first thought of him was
that he would do well as a runway model. I did not want to appear to eager
to meet him so I held back while the others welcomed him. When he looked my
way and offered his hand I took it without hesitation and the shock of our
skin touching just confirmed to me that I wanted all of this guy. I
wondered what his cock would feel like in my hands. His package looked
substantial in his skinny leg jeans. And I was feeling a stirring in my
loins and forgot that I still held his hand in mine. He didn't pull away
but I started to feel heat rising from my nape to my ears, slightly
embarrassed to have kept the handshake longer than normal.

In the car on the way home I kept glancing over to his groin area, now a
bit more prominent because of everything being bunched up while he sat
admiring the view outside as we drove past. He was friendly enough, I
thought. I had to hatch a plan to get him and myself close enough and alone
to mess around with each other. I was lucky to have had some of his stuff
on my lap which conveniently covered my now fully enraged boner.

That night in bed all I could think of was his smooth skin and his well
toned body. I was touching myself with deliberate slowness and savoring the
feel of my hands on my crotch, imagining it was him massaging me. I don't
usually enjoy slow wanks but this was too much of a thrill and the
potential of him wanting to do things with me only excited me more. There
was only a wall dividing our bedrooms and I wondered if he was touching
himself as well. I shot my load and spread it over my chest and belly,
sleeping in the nude, and letting the night breeze dry my cum, waiting for
dreams of a naked Julian to fill my sleep.

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There is more to this story, and I will share them in segments if there is
enough interest among our readers. The second part would be about our first
mutual masturbation and how that led to other wonderful times spent jacking
off together.

To be continued..

Hope you enjoyed this chapter people. Remember to write
me at kruph@yahoo.com and let me know what you think!