Date: Wed, 31 May 2006 12:35:42 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jimmy Theman <jmmytheman@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dan & John

This is an absolutly true story. I wish I could live it again.

Let me know what you think:

jmmytheman@yahoo.com


John and I had been friends since the 2nd grade.  Once
Grammar school was over, we lost touch since we went to
different schools in our area.  One night at a party when we
were just out of High School, I ran into John.  Now, I have
always had an eye for both guys and girls.  I mean, ever
since early grammar school, I had been curious about boys.
In my early days with John through 6th grade, I had those
feelings, but not for John.  He was the same age as me, but
he was a late bloomer to say the least.  He was very short
and thin, and I just wasn't attracted to him.

This night at the party would change everything.  We talked
all night.  John had a car and I did not.  We stayed up all
night in his car talking about the old days and what we were
doing now.  I had to work really early the next morning, so
John drove me to the parking lot of the place I worked and
we kept on talking through the night.  One thing I knew from
my long night with John was, I was certainly attracted to
him now!  He had turned into quite the sexy young man!
During the course of our conversation, I would steal a peek
at his crotch and it seemed to me that it had changed for
the better as well.  He seemed really stacked to me.  He was
still thin, but he had all the right curves and bumps in all
the right places now.

In the months that followed that night, John and I had
become close friends again, and I was almost out of my mind
lusting for him.  John was very possessive in a `friends'
kind of way.  He was always asking me if I loved him as a
friend, but since I saw no signs that he was neither gay or
bi, or attracted to me, I resisted.  It just seemed like he
was possessive in a `friends' way and that was it.  I would
spend my time with Trish or anyone else that wasn't as
possessive.  I swear, if he would have shown one tiny little
sign of physical attraction to me, I would have played his
game, and been his all to himself.

One night we were sharing some beers at John's apartment and
got really wasted.  We talked all night as usual, I was now
glaring at John's crotch at this point whenever I got the
chance.  I didn't care if he caught me, because if I lost
him because of it, I didn't care.  I would dress in tight
pants on the nights I knew I'd see him, and spread my legs
and shove my own crotch in his face too.  This night though,
I got the feeling that he was starting to look.  Did I
actually do it?  Did I have his attention?  I even saw his
cock grow hard in his jeans!  Nothing transpired that night.
At least while we were awake!

We both fell asleep, and while I was out, drunk as a skunk,
I suddenly woke up at the foot of John's bed.  I swear, to
this day I thought it was an act of God.  Not only was I at
the foot of his bed, I had my hand under his blanket, buried
in his crotch, and my cock out, hard as a rock.  I didn't
know what to do as I came to.  Realizing where I was, and
what was happening, I played right along.  I must have
massaged the outside of his jeans, sliding up and down the
length of his hard cock for an hour or more.  Gaining
courage, I slid my fingers in the lip of the fly and slid
his fly down with the button still closed.  I gently slid my
hand inside the fly and continued to work the cock up and
down with nothing but a thin layer of lycra from his bikinis
between my fingers and heaven.  After doing this for a
while, I went for the button.  It was not easy since there
was pressure from John's waist on the button, but then an
interesting thing happened:  John inhaled, bringing his
waist in just enough for me to set that button free!  Now I
knew that he was pretending to be asleep, but I played right
along.  I ran my full hand from his balls, (still outside
his bikinis) all the way to the elastic band at the top,
where his cock was begging to be released.  I put my fingers
around the band and popped the head of his cock out.  Wow.
He was bigger than I thought he would be.

All bets were off now and knowing that he was awake and
allowing this, I took both of my hands, (letting go of my
cock finally,) and grabbed the elastic band and slid the
bikinis down slowly, pretending that I thought he was still
asleep.  His cock was out in all it's glory.  John (like I
mentioned earlier,) was a late bloomer, very boyish still,
so there was some hair but very little.  I liked that a lot.
I wasn't much for hairy people.  I took the base of his cock
with my left and took the entire thing in my mouth.  John
gasped like nothing I'd ever heard.  It was on now.  I
sucked him hard and good for about 20 seconds before he
filled my mouth with his juice.  It was my very first cock,
so I didn't swallow.  I didn't know what the hell I was
doing.  It was a bit messy, but worth it.  After John came,
he just looked at me, (wiping my mouth with whatever
clothing I found on the floor of John's apartment,) and
smiled.  Well, that was enough for me.  He was already hard
again, (we were 17 for god's sake,) so I went back down on
him.  This one lasted a long while.  He was just delicious.
I licked every inch of his gorgeous body.  This time when he
came, I was ready to enjoy, and enjoy I did.  These sessions
went on for a while, but John never pleasured me.  To this
day he just is not into the male body.  This was a case of
him loving me so much that he let me have what I wanted.  We
have drifted away since, and I'm married now and living out
of state.  I miss him sometimes.  A LOT.