Date: Mon, 1 Apr 2002 02:58:33 +0100 (BST)
From: George <george_15_y2k@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Poker with Brian

Hey, I'm George. The following story depicts an experience I had about 6
months ago. I was 16 at the time.  I'm not really sure why I felt the need
to write it all down. I guess I just like thinking about it and letting
Brian read it...Anyway, hope you enjoy

After another boring day at school myself and Brian, my best friend, spent
the afternoon at his house. It was just the same as any other day; we
watched a few episodes of The Simpsons, listened to some music, took Rambo
for a walk (yeah he really called his dog Rambo, but mine is called Noodles
so I guess I'm as pathetic as him) and we talked about the same ol' useless
shit as always while we walked round the river.

His parents got divorced recently and Brian pretends he's ok with it, but I
can tell it's really bothering him. A few weeks ago his dad moved into a
small flat about 10 miles away so it's just him and his mum in that big
house now. And believe me living with Brian's mum would be enough to drive
anyone insane. I know she means well and stuff but she doesn't give Brian
room to breathe. She's the kinda mum who would absolutely love to be able
to tell Brian what to wear and how to style his hair. Of course, now that
he's 16, and can do pretty much whatever he wants, he's making up for all
the times she made him wear knitted jumpers with little firemen on them.

Let me just tell you a little bit about Brian. He's one of those people who
sits at the back of the class and daydreams, but manages to remember
everything the teacher says. He'd rather listen than talk, and although
he's smart and has good ideas, he doesn't share his thoughts with just
anyone. He's about 5'8" and thin, I'm not sure how much he weighs but it
couldn't be much more than 130lbs. No matter how much he eats and works out
he doesn't seem to gain any weight.  He definitely doesn't have a Sylvester
Stallone body and his clothes are used to give him a sort of "bad boy"
look.

You see he has the most beautiful red hair, milky white skin, high
cheekbones and the most striking green eyes. He wears black T-shirts with
pictures of Bowie, Marilyn Manson, Deep Purple, Ozzy etc, baggy black jeans
and a long black leather jacket. His hair completes the whole look. It's
long; a few inches from his waist, straight and as shiny as the hair of the
girls in he shampoo commercials. Being a kid with ginger hair couldn't have
been easy. He was teased constantly and had about 20 nicknames, all of
which concerned his ginger hair. Luckily, by the time he was about 13, his
hair colour had changed completely and was bright red. Not just red but
like...well so red it's just indescribable. He also has a really cute
smile, a mischievous little grin. All in all, Brian is interesting and
absolutely beautiful.

As for me, well, I'm pretty average looking. I'm 5'11" and weigh about
150lbs. My hair's blonde and almost to my shoulders, but not quite long
enough to tie back. My eyes are blue with a little circle of green around
the pupil.

When Brian and I got back we locked Rambo in the garden and went into the
house to get something to eat. His mum nearly knocked us down as she ran to
the door. "Gotta run, car accident, working double shifts, food in the
microwave, be good." She shouted as she ran down the path and opened the
door of the Range Rover parked in the driveway, nearly pulling it off its
hinges. Brian's mum is a doctor at the local hospital; in fact I think
she's the only doctor because anytime there's an accident she's called in
right away. "Hmmm, an empty house on a Saturday night. I feel a night of
weed, drink and TV approaching." Brian said, laughing. "Weed? Me? Never!" I
joked; it was the same thing every weekend. We walked to my house to tell
my mum I'd be staying with Brian and to get a video and some junk food. We
decided on the movie Analyze This, which we'd both seen at least 50
times. I grabbed a bag of cheetos and a tub of ice cream and we went back
to Brian's.

It was about 11pm and we were getting bored so I suggested a game of Texas
hold 'em. I had actually never played a game of poker until Brian started
teaching me a few months before but I was really getting the hang of it. We
were in the middle of our eighth game and I had a full house; the best hand
I'd hand all night, when we both reached into the bag of cheetos at the
same time. His soft hand touched mine and I felt these waves of electricity
shoot through my body. "Sorry" I mumbled. Not too sure what I was
apologizing for. For a moment I just sat there wondering what the hell was
going on inside my head when I realised that I hadn't actually moved my
hand away from his yet...and his hadn't moved either.

I felt his thumb stroke the top of my hand and I looked up. He was staring
straight into my eyes, as if he knew exactly what I was thinking. My face
felt hot and I'm sure I was an extremely dark shade of red. Brian's hand
started to feel sweaty and I could see that he was nervous. He quickly took
his hand of mine and moved back, nearly falling of he edge of the bed. "I'm
sorry George...I...uhm...you see...well I like you a lot and..." He
bit his lip and lowered his head staring at his hands. I didn't know what
to think. I'd never thought of Brian as anything other than a friend but I
still felt delighted to hear him say that. I must've been quiet a long time
because all of a sudden he coughed and said, "Look, I'm sorry, can we just
forget about it and finish this game?"

He was blushing and he looked more beautiful than ever before, like some
sort of angel. I know it must sound incredibly stupid but I could feel my
chest tighten and my heart quicken, he was too perfect to be true. Before
even thinking about I just leaned across the bed and kissed him. His lips
were soft and moist and I could feel his tongue stroking my lips, then
slipping into my mouth. He moved across the bed, closing the gap between us
and put one of his hands on my face and the other on my thigh.

All of a sudden he broke the kiss and said, "This is so weird...but, you
know, like in a good way?" "Yeah, definitely in a good way." I said,
slipping my arms round his waist and pulling him closer to me, kissing him
again. I could already feel my cock bulging in my jeans and I was actually
unsure about whether to try and hide it or not. Which would have been a bit
difficult considering the fact that it looked like I'd stuffed a cucumber
down my trousers. Before I'd decided what to do Brian got up on his knees,
slid his arms down my back to my ass and pressed his hardness against
mine. I thought I was going to faint. He moaned quietly as I slid my hands
under his T-shirt, stroking his chest and playing with his rock hard
nipples. I raised my arms so he could pull my T-shirt over my head.

When my shirt was off he pressed his lips against mine and we kissed again,
this time it was longer, deeper and much more passionate. He kissed my
neck, then slowly moved down to my chest. I felt his warm lips around my
nipple, then he began to bite it, gently at first. Then, the more I moaned,
the harder he bit, until I was sure that I was gonna cum in my boxers. He
looked up and me and grinned, "You're chest feels so smooth, not like I
imagined" he admitted. I took his shirt off, as he fumbled with the belt
and buttons of my jeans. I couldn't believe it...his chest was hairless
and smoother than a baby's ass. Licking his nipples, I slid my hands down
his back, into his trousers until I had a firm grip on his soft, smooth
ass. We were breathing heavily and he leaned over and whispered in my ear
"George, my dick is so fucking hard it feels like I'm gonna explode." I
grabbed his ass and pulled him against me as hard as I could, grinding my
hard bulge against his. My dick was already oozing pre cum so I stopped

reluctantly. "Am I going to get to see the rest of you or what?" I asked,
sliding my jeans down. Brian smiled and began opening his own jeans.

I was wearing my grey Calvins, there was a little wet patch on the front
and they were so tight it looked like they were 2 sizes too small. "Who
would've thought we'd be doing this tonight?" I asked, and we both
laughed. His hard-on tented the front of the plain black boxers that made
his thighs and stomach look impossibly pale. He lay on the bed and I leaned
over him, kissing his lips, then slowing moving my way down, stopping at
his belly button. There was a small, thin trail of red pubic hair from the
bottom of his stomach that disappeared into his boxers. I slipped my hands
into the waistband of his boxers and pulled them off. His 6-inch throbbing,
red cock stood straight up, surrounded by curls of reds pubes.  I quickly
got my own boxers off, revealing my 8-inch cock, which was harder than ever
before.

Brian reached out and wrapped his warm, moist hand around my cock. "This is
exactly what I think about when I'm wanking." He whispered, slowing moving
his hand up and down my shaft. "Really? What else do you think about?" I
asked. Hearing him talk like that, all out of breath and horny for me was
driving me wild. He grinned again and said "Well, sometimes I think about
you gripping my throbbing cock and sliding the skin back and forth." "Like
this?" I asked wrapping my hand around his pole and squeezing hard. It was
strange. I'd never even seen a guys dick up close and here I was wanking my
best friend. "Ohh, yeah, like that." He said, gasping.

I climbed on top of him, licked his lips, grabbed his ass and started
grinding my cock against his thigh. "Ohhhhh, George, rub faster, squeeze my
balls." He moaned, grabbing my hand and cupping his ball sac. I squeezed
gently and he gasped. "Yes, yes, do it harder, like this." He said as he
reached down and grabbed my balls. His other hand held my ass as tight as
possible as he arched his back to grind his cock harder against my
stomach. I looked down and I could see his cock head getting bigger and
darker. "Ahh shit, I'm cumming," he shouted as he bucked and jerked under
me.

He bit my shoulder and I felt squirts of his hot cum all over my stomach
and when I looked down I seen his white sticky cum in my pubes, which drove
me fucking wild. I grunted and squeezed ass, fucking his leg. "Cum for me
George, fuck me harder, I wanna see your cum all over my cock." He
breathed. And I came. About 6 squirts of my warm cum went all over our
legs. Still out of breath, I crawled down the bed and licked Brian's
thighs. Filling my mouth with the taste of our cum, then I kissed his lips
to let him taste. We cleaned ourselves and crawled into bed. I slipped my
arms round Brians waist and he put his head against my chest, and we feel
asleep.

To be continued?

If you have any comments or whatever I'd love to hear from you. My e-mail
ad is george_15_y2k@yahoo.co.uk