Date: Tue, 12 Sep 2000 02:57:23 GMT
From: straight seducer <straightseducer@hotmail.com>
Subject: taste of best buddy

It's kind of strange, but this is the first story I've written and I hope
it's not my last..It all started with an email I was typing to someone on
the internet..

I seem hopelessly destined to service straight guys.  Whether it's my
straight friends, new acquaintances, or even the random hot stranger, it's
funny to me how many supposed straight guys are willing to let me suck
their cock, lick their nuts and ass, or occasionally want my hard 8 and a
half inch dick hammering away at their ass.

It all started with my best friend in high school, (actually it started
before that but that's a different story altogether).  He was a big beefy
dude standing 6 foot 1 and weighing about 195lbs, his name was Andrew.  He
had curly brown hair and a body to die for, even as a teenager.  I would
always savor the fleeting chance that he would take his shirt off while we
were messing around and expose his beautiful mounds of beef that formed his
chest.  Or when he would be leaning just right and I could glimpse the
crack of his ass peeking out of his dirty blue jeans, able to see the
gorgeous globes of his butt.  God, I wanted him.  The rare times I was able
to see him completely naked are etched into my head and the basis for many
of my jack-off fantasies.

Anyway, we were house-sitting for a friend of his family's and for some
reason we slept in the same bed (which, of course, I was more than willing
to oblige).  We had gotten drunk that night so I was still feeling a bit
buzzed.  Laying right next to the object of my desire was an amazing thing.
It was kind of hot in the house (we didn't know how to control the
thermostat) so we were sleeping with just a sheet covering us on the pull
out sofa in the living room.  I couldn't help but get off by just watching
his chest rise and fall as he slept.  The moonlight coming through the
front windows made a perfect spotlight for his thick pecs and cut abs.  I
wanted to reach over and caress his chest or get his nipples in my mouth to
lick and suckle with my tongue, but I didn't want to jeopardize our
relationship.  So, I did the only thing I could do, I started wanking my
dick right there, next to my best friend.

I had been hard for several minutes, so my dick was already covered in
precum.  I used it to coat my hand and cock and make this all the more
enjoyable.  I was stroking my cock back and forth just watching him sleep
and had to stop several times in the process, I didn't want this to end
(who knows when I would be able to do this again).  Anyway, after a few
minutes of this torture, just stroking myself wasn't enough, I had to touch
him.

I reached over and placed my hand on his chest, he was hot, literally, and
it felt good.  I rubbed my hand over his pecs and squeezed ever so gently,
not wanting to wake him.  I couldn't believe I was finally doing what I had
fantasized about for years.  I gently tweeked his nipple and thought, just
for an instant, that I had gotten a rise out of him, both, by the slight
move he made and the jump in his boxer shorts.  From his chest I slowly
worked my way down to his abs, feeling every contour and angle of his body.
His stomach was firm and warm and there was the faintest trace of dark
curly hair trailing from his belly button down under the rim of his cotton
shorts.  I continued to jack my cock and knew there had to be a reason God
or Evolution created this hairy trail on his body.  I let my hand follow
where my eyes wanted it to go.  Slowly I slid my hand under the rim of his
shorts and could feel the small trail of hair form into a soft tangle of
fine curly black hairs, I knew I had reached his bush.  He suddenly gasped
and I froze.  He slowly rolled over onto his side, facing me, and then
returned to sleeping, this time, laying on his stomach.  While he made his
turn, I removed my hand from under his shorts and I thought I saw his eyes
squinted open (like you used to do when your Mom or Dad would come in to
check and make sure you were asleep,..when of course you weren't).

I felt like I was going to go crazy.  Here I was, jacking my dick next to
my beefy best buddy, a huge wet spot all over my side of the bed, and I
just had my hand down my buddies underwear.  I couldn't believe I wasn't
able to get a feel of his cock.  I was willing to take a risk, now.  I had
to get off with the help of this guy.

As he lay on his stomach his ass was in full view, even his boxers were on
my side.  They were about 2 inches down his ass, exposing the firm smooth
white globes of his bubble butt.  I didn't hesitate, but I was still gentle
and placed my hand on his ass.  I had to stop jacking myself or this was
going to end immediately.  I rubbed his ass with my hand and slowly wedged
a finger into his crack, I was in heaven.  I thought I felt his ass rise
ever so slowly to apply more pressure, but I couldn't be sure.  I slowly
moved my fingers down to his rosebud and just as I graced it with a finger
he gasped again.

He rolled over again, but this time as he settled on his back, his thumb
hooked the rim of his boxers and gave the smallest tug down towards his
feet.  I knew then that he wanted this too.

I could see it, and it was rock hard.  His beautiful 8 inch, thick cock was
halfway out of his shorts.  It was perfectly framed by a mound of curly
dark hair.  I went for it.  I moved my face towards his crotch, allowing
him just enough time to stop this if he wanted to.  He didn't move, in fact
he casually leaned more my way in an effort to provide me more comfortable
access.  I moved towards his beefy cock taking in the heat and smell as I
got closer.  It was wonderful, if I could have bottled the smell I would
have.  It was thick and humid and spicy.  When I reached the head of his
cock I wrapped my lips around it, it was covered with precum and I loved
it.  I was tasting the juice of my best buddy and what a flavor it was.

All the precum made my work that much easier.  I slid my mouth halfway down
his shaft and felt like I couldn't swallow any more.  His cock was
streaming a constant supply of clear jism and I was soaking my side of the
bed.  I went back up on the shaft.  Up and down, Up and down I was giving
my straight jock buddy the best blow job of his or my young life.  He was
getting into this too, all the while he was moaning and breathing heavy,
even making a sound I can only compare to what I would imagine an
adolescent girl makes the first time she fingers herself to orgasm in her
bedroom, so cautious not to disturb her parents in the next bedroom.

I felt his hand gently grab hold of the back of my head.  He just held me
there and slowly started to pump his cock in and out of my mouth.  His
motions picked up speed and before long, he was ramming his thick pole into
my wet mouth, really fucking my face.  I reached my hand between his legs
and grabbed hold of his egg sized balls, with my free hand I started to
jack myself again.  I could tell he was close, so was I.  The only sounds
were of heavy breathing, moans, and the sound of his dick raping my tight
mouth.

I eased my fingers to his asshole again and ever so gently, placed the tip
of my finger to his rosebud.  He opened his legs further and I slid my
finger into his hot hole, up to my knuckle.  I felt his balls contract.
"I'm going to cum, man", is all he said.

He pumped his cock into my mouth a couple more times, then exploded his hot
thick white juice into my mouth, over my tongue and down my throat.  He
continued to erupt about 5 more times, filling my mouth with his liquid.  I
came instantly, it was one of the most vigorous cums I had ever had.  It
shot thick and forceful all over both of us, even landing on his lower lip.
I saw him lick the cum off his lip and savor the taste for a moment.

We were spent.  We both rolled over and went to sleep.  The next morning he
acted like nothing had happened and, in response, so did I.

We never talked about the incident but it has remained one of my fondest
memories.  I spend many a night jacking my cock, remembering the taste of
my best buddy.