From: an269478@anon.penet.fi (Steve Forbes)
Subject: Andrew and Malcolm (MM)
Date: 3 Feb 1996 17:49:51 GMT
Organization: Pennsylvania Online [Usenet News Server for Hire]
This story contains scenes of homoerotic love - but you should already know that since the subject line clearly indicated this story has Male/Male (MM) contact. That being the case, no one has any reason to complain or act surprised that this story prese
nts gay men enjoying themselves sexually, so flames will be ignored! If you are underage or inadvertantly downloaded this story, please use the DELETE option that is present in all decent newsreaders and find something more to your liking.
Open-minded indivuals of all sexual orientations are invited to page down and enjoy this story as much as I have. I did not write it, and wish to thank the author for providing us with a very erotic story.
Steve
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Andrew and Malcolm
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Gentle Smile
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A somewhat true story by A. Jones
I could hear the hounding of that damn alarm in my sleep! Damn I
used to hate it when I was really tired and wouldn't wake up before the
damned thing went off in the morning; it used to make the most horrid
noise. Ah well. I guess I had to get up anyway.
It was around my senior year that I really got to know Malcolm in
such a way that changed me for years to come. Malcolm was a little
shorter than I was. Standing at about 5'9", he had light brown hair and
beautiful blue eyes. He rowed for the local crew team which gave him a
well defined body, but not too muscular. He was perfect for me.
I, Andrew, was about 6'2" with sandy blondish hair and some deep
blue eyes. Baseball was my thing and let me tell you! -- I loved being
in the gym afterwards. Often, I would have to sit down and think of
images of my naked parents to drown out the hardon I had in my pants
before heading to the showers.
Malcolm and I had been going to the same high school since freshman
year, but it wasn't until my junior year that we had any classes
together. It was in my history class that I began to notice him. He
would sit near me and really was pretty funny. I decided to go for it
and try to become friends with him and see if he and I might have a
chance for a relationship.
I hadn't had a relationship for quite sometime. Not only did I
have to tend to my hardon every night dreaming about all the hot sweaty
guys on my team, but I didn't have anyone to love. I wanted to fall in
love and just have some guy kiss me and love me back. Little did I
know, Malcolm would be that guy.
It was the spring that I started getting restless, so I laid it on
real thick (so to speak!). My parents were planning to go to Hawaii for
a week and this was the perfect chance to really be alone with him and
see if anything would happen. I was always to nervous to try anything,
but I figured that if I had a few beers - I would loosen up (and so
would his pants!)
I picked him up and we came back to the house. I decided to cook
dinner (benefits of living with a liberal family) for him, which
consisted of Fettucini Pesto and a great Caesar salad. He glanced over
at me occasionally with those inviting blue eyes of his and smiled ever
so gently. I wasn't sure if we'd make it through dinner.
We talked about various things. We spoke about our bizarre home-
lives, our friends, sports, etc. It was cool. Laughing occasionally at
those pieces of pasta that would hang out of our mouths and we'd have to
suck in.
We wet our dinner with a nice bottle of Moet Chandon champagne.
Champagne has always been my favorite drink and an expensive one at that
for my teenage budget.
We talked on the sofa over a beer or two. I was feeling a light
buzz at that point and got the courage I was looking for. I pretended
that he had a piece of food on his mouth and gently pretended to wipe it
away. He didn't say a word--just smiled gently.
I moved closer and stroked his hair with my hand while we affixed
our eyes on one another. He moved his hand over to the back of my neck
and drew me in. He kissed me lightly at first and then passionately.
His tongue was eloquent and his taste was sweet.
We explored each other with our hands. I felt his firm chest and
his hair. I moved down to his waist where I slowly unbuttoned his
jeans. He started stroking my aching hardon through my pants and I was
going crazy, deeply kissing him hard by this time. He pulled his body
upwards so that I could slip his pants over his hips, down his knees and
off over his feet.
He unbuttoned my jeans I thrust them off promptly. Now in our
boxers, he pushed me back against the sofa with him on top of me. We
stripped our shirts off and continued to kiss each other all over-- down
the neck, on the chest. He started licking one of my nipples and I was
about ready to lose it right then. My body was feeling a whole new set
of emotions and hormones that were alien, but fucking cool!
I could feel his hardon through his boxers and mine and it was
making me hot. I rolled us over so that I was on top now and began to
kiss and lick down his neck and chest to his boxers. I pulled his
boxers off and began to kiss and lick his cock with my tongue as if it
were a cone of ice cream. He moaned a bit in pleasure and I was excited
at the new feelings I was invoking in my friend. I licked his balls and
he kept telling me not to hold back! So I went down on his cock like I
had dreamt of for a long time. I choked a little at first, but was
sliding his meat in and out of my mouth with ease after a little while.
He was moaning with pleasure now as I would roll my tongue over the tip
and down the shaft as I would withdraw and come down again with each
stroke.
I could feel his body begin to tense as he was climaxing, but I
held back. I didn't let him cum just yet. There was still something I
wanted to try. He just lay there and laugh a little at my early
retirement and pulled me up to his face. He slid his tongue into my
mouth and we kissed again.
He stopped for a moment and just looked at me and smiled. Then he
asked what I had in mind. I told him that I wanted to know what it felt
like for him to slide his cock up my ass. I'll tell you. That smile
meant so many things.
He stroked himself for a minute while I ran (cock bobbing) into my
room to grab a small tube of KY (I had often played with my rear with a
finger or two, so had the KY handy.) I heard him come into my room so I
decided that my room was as good as any. I leaned over my bed in
anticipation ( and a little fear) of what was to come from my rowing
friend, Malcolm. He greased up his cock and put a little in my hole.
He said, "Andy, I'm going to be real gentle on you. This is new to me
too, so I'll take it slow for both of us." He grasped my hand and
started sliding.
I bit my bottom lip to withhold saying anything harsh, and my eyes
watered a little bit, but he eventually got all 7" in there. He began
pulling in and out with slow steady beats. My god. I thought I was
going to explode right there. I was in ecstasy! I told him to pump
faster and deeper. I grabbed a little KY and started on my own cock.
Malcolm screwed my ass for a good 15 minutes before he said he was
going to cum. I was ready about 14 minutes ago to cum myself, but held
back. I could feel him shooting his load inside of me and promptly shot
all over.
He collapsed on me and slid all the way out. I turned over to meet
his face and kissed him in thanks and in love. He told me he wanted me
so badly for so long and he didn't think that I was gay. I'm glad I
proved him wrong. We fell asleep in each other's arms that night and
slept until the next morning.
No, the alarm didn't go off the next morning. I awoke the next
morning and crawled out of bed without him waking. Put some coffee on
and brought him a cup when it was ready. I kissed him awake and told
him of the hot drink that I brought. He just kissed me again and smiled
gently...