Date: Sun, 29 Jun 2014 11:04:25 -0700
From: "e_bacrot@yahoo.com" <e_bacrot@yahoo.com>
Subject: Eric

So, I wanted to start two true small stories at once.  I have a few other
longer relationship stories going now too, sorry to everyone emailing me
not posting new parts, but I wanted to try something else for now.  Both
different people/personalities, unique, and its easier for me to tell them
both at the same time.  I only say that because they had no emotion
involved at all in either encounter outside of sex.  I don't mean no
emotion, I am still a good friend with one, haven't talked to the other in
years, but these stories don't evolve into relationships, sex wise.  One
being Eric (still a good friend), which was my first real gay hookup in
highschool and carried over into after college once.  The other being Jason
(haven't talked to him in years), which happened in college and I mentioned
a little bit in one of my other stories.  I won't go back and forth in the
stories, thats annoying; I will tell them in order.  Eric in high school,
Jason in college, and then back to Eric after I graduated.  Enjoy.


So I guess the back story to set things up.  Eric and I were in the same
group of friends, however we didn't play any of the same sports.  He played
football and soccer, I played hockey and baseball.  High school can be a
little weird sometimes at lunch, at least it used to be back in the late
90's.  See, friends that hung out all the time were all of a sudden
strangers at lunch in school.  All the football players wore their jerseys
in the fall and ate together, all the hockey players (including me) wore
our jersey's on game day in the winter and ate together.  It was weird, I
can't really justify it now that I'm a little older, but thats just how
things went.  Anyway, Eric and I had been friends since we met in junior
high.  We went to separate elementary schools and had never met before
then.  He was extremely intelligent, probably the smartest person I have
ever met at the time.  High school Eric was tall and thin, but had a solid
build.  He played football, but he was a receiver and corner, so he wasn't
what people think of as a typical football build; he was much more fitted
for soccer.  I was, as I have always been, solid, large legs and calfs from
playing hockey and baseball.  I was probably just under 6 foot at the time,
I grew to be over a little, Eric was 6'2" at this time and he finished
growing before I did I guess.  He was kind of a ladies man, I'm trying to
word this right.  He was a guy that girls would fuck in a heartbeat, but he
was very selective.  He wasn't out for anything and everything, he made
real calculated decisions on things, and that applied to hooking up with
girls too.  Thats why we were good friends I guess, we both were smart and
we both planned....and when plans didn't work out, we could make up things
on the fly.  He was/is half irish and half german.  He had really nice
facial features, and always had a serious face on.  I had to use a crowbar
to get him to smile sometimes, but he didn't have the personality that his
face gave off to others.  Really short trimmed light brown hair, almost a
crop, but a little longer on top, shaved on the sides.  His blue eyes were
stunning and piercing at a glance, like he was seeing through your soul
when he looked at you.  No one had any idea I was bi-sexual at this point,
and I don't think I gave off any hints.

So the night comes, we were both 16, I was almost 17, he was a few months
behind.  My dad was very liberal with alcohol, and had no problem with us
drinking if no one was leaving the house.  So we went back to my house
after school on a friday, planning our night.

Eric: I don't really feel like drinking in the woods tonight Brandon.

(That was pretty much the only place to drink to hide from cops back then.
Unless someone was having a party, it was 50 kids hanging around a fire
drinking in the woods)

Me: Yea, thats fine, what are we gonna do then?

Eric: Let's just get shitfaced in your room I guess haha.

Me: Ok, no problem there.

Alcohol was extremely easy to get back then, we both had fake IDs and had
hit the packy before going to my house.  I never thought we would ever fool
around or do anything together.  Eric was never on my radar and I expected
it to be just us watching TV and chatting most of the night.  Looking back
I think he had a plan all along, never did find out, never asked him then
or now.  I know he was/is straight, but I think he wanted to find out what
the other side was like just so he could tell himself he had tried it and
liked/didn't like it.  I was an easy target for that, maybe he had a hunch
I was bi, maybe not, but we had been friends for awhile and a little
bro-touch might be ok he might have thought.  (I had a bro-touch a few
months later in high school with a hockey teammate and friend, Aron, thats
another even shorter, but good ending story).

We had music on and just fucking around, laughing, talking about random
things.  He was a very smart kid, I mean very smart.  He was also
unpreditable in some of the shit he did.  I don't know if it was for
attention or to satisfy something internal.  I knew I was bi years ago, and
although Eric was extremely attractive, I would never make the first move.
In High School, people have reputations, and if something went wrong on a
move I made, I didn't need another year of being known as someone who liked
to suck dick.  But we had both decided to hang out alone at my house, which
was weird.  We would usually see what was going on, and head there, maybe
he thought my dad letting us drink and stay over was a sign, still I had no
idea.  God, I'm trying to remember the details, it was 1996 so I pretty
much only remember the good things I guess haha.  I had a queen bed, and we
would be sleeping together.  I was thinking internally, I sleep with no
shirt and just underwear on, I hope that doesn't creep him out.

Me: Hey I'm gonna go take a shower before we go to sleep.  I'm getting a
little drunk and I don't want to slip and break my neck in there haha.

Eric: Yea thats fine, I'll be here.

So I showered, and I brought my clothes with me to change after.  I, at the
time never expected anything to happen between us, but I was still a little
half hard knowing we would be sleeping in bed together that night.  He was
sleek, firm, tall, thin, amazing eyes....all I thought about while I was
showering.  What was he thinking not wanting to go out somewhere, I know we
were young, but we still could just drive around and find something to do.
I finished and got dressed in the bathroom, I went back into the room and
Eric was already under the covers in bed watching TV.

Me: You're tired I take it.

Eric: Not so much, its only midnight, lets watch a little more TV.

So I got into bed with him and we watched TV. The next part is tough to put
into text.  We had been friends for awhile, and our conversations were
going in a weird direction.  He asked if I jerked off ever, I said of
course, but I was a little timid with the answer.

Me: All guys do it, I jerk in the morning, and when I get home from school
I guess.

Eric: Yea, me too...same schedule.

Me: Maybe a couple times in between on weekends.

Eric: Cool.

He had real hungry eyes, like I said before his eyes were very powerful.  I
was real young (so was he) and had no real experience with guys, at least
in this situation before.  I knew I would never make the first move, not in
this situation.  Even though we were both good looking fit 17 year old guys
sharing a bed together, I couldn't muster the confidence.  So we just kept
watching TV and it was getting even later, I was getting pretty tired and I
think Eric was waiting for me to do something...I didn't.  I got up and
turned of the TV and put the ceiling fan on before I settled back into bed.

Eric: Night.

Me: Good night.

It was about 5 mins before he stirred a little bit.  I had no intention of
trying anything on him while sleeping, but I guess he had other ideas.  He
wasted no time, not rubbing my legs, no rubbing my chest, he went right for
my dick and started to feel it.  I hadn't mastered the "stay asleep" thing
yet, so I reached over and tried to find his cock in his boxers.

Eric: Oh, sorry, I must have been stretching in my sleep.

Me: Me too I guess, no problem.

I thought....well he tried the first move.  Maybe that was an invitation to
make the next one. Maybe he thought he was caught, or embarrassed...I don't
know.  But I knew he was dick hunting and not stretching.  This was my real
first move on a guy, it took another 10 mins to reassure myself in my head
before I did.  I rolled onto my side and reached over for his dick, and I
found it.  I was massaging him a little and trying to judge the size of his
balls before he looked over at me.

Eric: haha, I guess you stretched a little too far too.

Me: No, I think I stretched just far enough.

That was all he needed to be assured I knew what he did to me earlier
wasn't a joke or circumstance.  At that point my experience with other guys
had been twice, mutual jerk off sessions.  He leaned over and reached into
my boxers to grab my dick.  We jerked each other off for a few mins,
looking at each other the whole time.  That was the weird part for me, we
never said a word, just kept jerking and staring at each other.

Eric: You want to suck my dick?

Me: You want to suck mine?

Eric: Yea kinda, suck me first.

Me: Umm, I think the other way around, I promise I will suck you after
Eric.

Eric: ..ok fine....

Even though I wasn't a professional with gay sex yet, I knew enough at the
high school level that I needed my dick in his mouth first to deny anything
later on if he started spreading rumors.  I grabbed my t-shirt from the
ground the use as a cum rag.  He suck the tip and barely more for about a
min before I came and he held my shirt to catch most of it.

Me: Woah, thanks dude, I didn't know you were into this stuff.

Eric: I'm not really, suck my dick.

Ok I will, and did.  I used one of my socks to catch his load when it came
out.  I think I id a pretty good job on him, he lasted almost 5 mins and
came.  He wasn't much of a shooter, but he dribbled a ton of cum I was able
to catch in the sock.  It just kept coming out of him slowly and running
down the side of his dick into the sock.  When he was done he rolled over
and went to sleep.  I smelled his cum on the sock and tasted it a little
bit before I went to sleep as well.