Date: Sun, 3 Mar 2002 01:37:51 EST
From: ImmoralSinner@aol.com
Subject: The Attic

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material. If you ARE offended by it, you're stupid and
should not be able to read!

     I was 16 the first time I did anything with another
guy. It was with my best friend, Stephen. He lived across
the street, and we'd do everything together. It happened the
summer between our sophomore and senior years.
     By the time Stephen got to my house, my mother and
brother had both left for work and I was in the kitchen
fixing something to eat.  He must have gone out shopping
with his parents recently because he had on a new shirt,
nice silk soccer shorts and was sportin' a new pair of
Adidas sneakers.  He looked good and seemed to be in an
oddly happy mood.  Anyway, I fixed lunch and we grabbed some
CDs and headed into the attic.  We set a routine and decided
on a list of songs we each liked to workout to.  We got
started on the bench press and for some strange reason he
couldn't finish his second set of reps, so I started in with
Stephen spotting me. He straddled my forehead and lifted the
bar off its holders.
     "One....two......three.......four...."  He counted out
for me as I started to breathe hard.  I kept feeling him
knock into me every time I brought the bar to my chest.  As
I looked up, I noticed he had a hard-on.  Instantaneously my
arms got weak and the bar gradually came to rest on my
chest.  "Come on! Push! One more, you can do it!"  With the
sound of those commands and the mysterious rise in my
shorts, I had to ask him for help raising the bar.  When the
bar was back in place I couldn't do anything but lay
there...breathing heavy and staring at his rather large
bulge.  The song that was on had slowly started to fade out
and I caught some sense of where I was.  I became instantly
embarrassed and quickly raised up to a sitting position
trying to avoid any notice of my own hard-on.
     "Dude, it's too hot to work out."  He basically pleaded
and then plopped down on the couch.
      "Yeah, you're right.  Why don't we save this shit for
later when it gets dark?"  I suggested.
     He stretched his arms over his head which caused his
shorts to ride up a little and I noticed that it didn't look
like he had put on any underwear.  "Sounds like a plan to
me, but whatta' you wanna do then?"  I made my way to the
couch without him noticing my excitement.  We now sat at
opposite ends.
     "I don't know, whatta' you wanna....dude?  Are you
wearing underwear?"  I couldn't believe I asked.  My heart
was pounding.
He smiled a smile that looked as though something was hidden
behind it. "Nope. Why?"
      "Oh, well..." His question caught me off guard and I
wasn't sure if his hard-on was directed towards me or the
cause of numerous nights of pent up hormonal imbalance just
popping up at an odd moment.  "Um, I kinda caught a glimpse
when you were spottin' me and, uhm, I mean you normally wear
boxers and I didn't see any..."  I let my words fade out
like the song in the hopes that the subject would change,
but it didn't.
     "Dude, feel the material on these shorts!  I bought `em
this morning and just couldn't deal with boxers."
     "Dude, I'm not feeling your fuckin' shorts!"  I was
ready to burst, both heads!  He leaned over and grabbed my
hand.
      "Just feel `em!"  My hand opened up and he placed it,
palm down, on his thigh.  I was stunned.  I couldn't move
and I don't think I said a word.  "Dude, you gotta get a
pair for yourself."  He lifted his hand off mine and I was
still in awe.  I glanced over and noticed his dick was
pounding.  I couldn't help what came next.
       I looked up at him and we caught eyes without a word
spoken.  My hand gently slid towards his dick and he
slouched a little.  I grabbed his shorts and the shaft of
his cock and gave it a squeeze.  It was warm and solid and
rather large I thought.  My heart almost stopped completely.
     "Dude," he said softly and grabbed my face to look at
him again.  "Come here."  With a wave of his finger he
motioned me over.  He grabbed the back of my head and leaned
in for a kiss.  My eyes closed and my jaw dropped open. Next
thing I knew I was straddling him.  My hands captured his
ears as I devoured his sweet, soft lips and his warm
moistened tongue.  His head fell back and I started kissing
down his neck, sliding down his chest and lifting his shirt
to reveal his tight, smooth stomach.  Kneeling on the floor
I worked his shorts off which gave way to a gloriously hard,
throbbing cock.  In no time at all I had wrapped my lips
around the head, getting a warm, salty taste that I couldn't
explain.  Little by little I worked my way down until I had
his entire dick in my mouth. He grabbed my hair with both
hands and thrust his hips forward, forcing his head down my
throat.
     "Mmmm..."  was the only thing I could mutter.
     "Dude, yeah!  Suck my dick!"  I looked up and noticed
his head was still cocked back and his shirt was up just
high enough that it exposed his slightly developed chest.
With one hand gripping his cock I reached up and started
groped at his nipples.  I work his shaft diligently and felt
a surge between my lips.  I supported myself with my one
hand on the couch and fixed myself over his cock, trying to
attain the juice I knew he needed to set free.  With a few
tense pulls and the tightening of my lips he let loose.  A
deep gasp for air was all I heard.  He grabbed my hair so
forcefully that I thought he was going to rip out two hands
full.  It came at my as a shock. It was hot, milk-like and
had a flavor to it that is indescribable.  My only option
was to keep sucking until he loosened his grip, (but not
that I protested).  With the last few spurts, he pulled me
up and we began sucking face. Within seconds I was on my
back and he was swallowing my cock.  Only minutes went by,
but I blew my load down his throat so viciously that he
gagged a little and had to swallow down a mouthful.
      Time stood still.  The only noise I heard was the
relentless pounding in my chest and the wheezing in my
throat.  Stephen passed out with his head on my thigh and I
dozed off moments later.
    When I awoke, Stephen was back on the bench, finally
completing his reps.  I got up and started to spot him. This
time, I was planning on tapping HIS forehead!


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