Date: Sun, 8 Jan 2012 01:42:24 -0800
From: Josh Jango <joshua@joshjango.com>
Subject: Tom and Josh: Tom and Josh on Convention - part 2

Copyright 2011 Josh Jango

Tom and Josh on Convention - part 2

Tom and I were taking part in a convention sponsored by our high school
work/study program.  The two of us were sharing a room and a bed for four
nights at the Conrad Hilton Hotel in Chicago.  The 13-hour train ride
getting there wore us all out, so when we arrived everybody wanted to call
it a night.

That first night, as it turned out, fulfilled one of my long-term fantasies.
See, even though Tom and I were best buddies, closer than brothers, I had
never dared to tell him how much I wanted to do something sexual with him -
something more than just jack off together.  I wanted us to actually touch
each other and make each other cum.  But I couldn't tell him because I
didn't want to take a chance on losing his friendship.  Back then, feelings
like that just weren't talked about, for fear of becoming an outcast.

Yeah, we used to jack off together on a fairly regular basis, but it never
got to the point of touching each other.  I wanted it to go further, but
then he started fucking Fran, so that ended our jack-off sessions - before I
got the chance to suggest doing anything more.

That first night at the hotel, though - oh my god, it was so good.  He slept
through it all, but I know he must have had a hell of a horny sex dream
while I was doing it.

This is what happened.  We reached the hotel and as soon as we got into our
room, he took a shower first.  Then by the time I finished mine, he was in
bed naked and already fallen asleep.  I finished toweling myself off and got
into bed naked next to him.  That's how we both like to sleep, in the raw.

He was passed out asleep but I was wide awake.  Then I got a boner.  I was
so horny I knew I had to jack off or I'd never fall asleep.  He was asleep,
so I figured why not jack off right there?

I pushed the covers down so I could look at his beautiful ass while I
stroked my cock.  But just as I was getting close to shooting my load, he
moaned and turned over onto his back, his stiff, hard cock straight up and
rigid, throbbing.  Still asleep.

I couldn't resist touching it.  I had to, after wanting it for so long.
When I did, he moaned again, but he still didn't wake up, so I wrapped my
hand around it.  Then he started fucking my fist!  I made sure he was still
asleep, then I used my hand to make him cum while I jacked myself off, too.
We both ended up shooting wads and wads of cum all over both of us.  Jeez,
it felt like a warm rain.  Our cum was flying everywhere.

After all that, he was still asleep, so I carefully pulled the covers up
over both of us.  His cum was on one of my hands, and my own cum was on the
other, so I licked them both clean.  The rest of it had to stay wherever it
landed.  I lay there for a long time, running the whole amazing thing
through my mind, but I, too, finally fell asleep.

The next thing I knew, I was waking up, wondering if maybe it had all been a
dream.  Tom was already up and taking a shower, and I lay there in bed
trying to clear my head.  At first I wondered if I'd had another one of
those dreams, one of those wet dreams I have about him sometimes.  But it
all came back to me, every detail, and I knew it hadn't been a dream.

Then the shower stopped, and in a minute Tom was standing in the doorway,
wet and naked, drying himself off.  He said, "Man, I'll tell you, I must
have had a wild dream last night!  I don't remember any of it, but it must
have been good, 'cause I woke up with cum all OVER myself!"

He laughed, and I thought, Oh, man, if you only knew how it really got
there.

Then he told me to get up and shower or we'd be late for our first workshop.
I kind of hesitated because I had a big hard-on, but we'd seen each other
like that before, so I figured what the fuck.  I threw off the covers and
got up, and my cock was so hard it wouldn't even bob back and forth as I
walked, it just stayed stiff.  And it was leaking pre-cum, too, but Tom
didn't say anything about that.  He just said, "Looks like you had a good
dream last night yourself!"  I looked down and sure enough, I had dried cum
all over me.

We both laughed, and I escaped into the shower, hard dick and all.  But I'll
tell you, that's the way my cock stayed all day long.  With no relief.  I
would have beat off in the shower but as soon as I got in, there was Tom on
the other side of the glass shower door, back in the bathroom in front of
the mirror to shave, still buck naked, telling me we still had time to get
something to eat if I could have my butt ready in five minutes.

I wanted so bad to jack off while he shaved, looking at that beautiful ass
of his.  I surely did want to, but I was afraid he would see me doing it,
and besides, we were in a hurry.

Well, that day we went to four different convention workshops, ate lunch at
a buffet, listened to at least ninety boring speeches, signed up for all the
bullshit we were going to do for the following two days, and also found time
to explore every part of that hotel, including the rooftop, which you could
get to through a window in the penthouse ballroom.

We also found out that another convention was coming in that evening, this
one all girls, and we resolved right then and there to find some relief for
our horny cocks before the following night was through, NO MATTER WHAT.  We
even shook on it.  That was our old code, tried and true.  What it meant
was, if we didn't find any other way, by god we would jack off together and
find relief that way.  Now tell me my dick didn't stay hard that whole day!

And then that evening we did meet some girls.  They said they were glad to
get away from home, so they could let loose and have some real fun.  When
they took us up on Tom's invitation to party together the following night,
Tom and I figured we had a sure thing.  To be honest, I was a little
disappointed, because I was looking forward to us jacking off together like
old times, but hell, at least this way I'd probably get to see him fuck
again.  Either way I'd get to see his hard cock in action!

See, I'd already seem him fuck a girl once before.  Jeez, I'd had wet dreams
about him ever since.  It was this one party we'd gone to.  Tom was with
Fran and I was with some other girl we knew.  Tom and Fran were kissing and
I figured I'd better do the same with my girl, otherwise he'd be wondering
what was wrong with me.  So after ten minutes of that, Tom and Fran got up
and he told me they were going upstairs.  He grinned and said I should bring
my girl up there with them.

He led us into somebody's spare bedroom and closed the door behind us.  Then
he and Fran lay down on this big bed and started making out.  I didn't know
what the fuck to do, stay or leave.  Then Tom pointed to the other side of
the bed and grinned.  He motioned for me to bring the girl I was with over
next to them and do the same, and my girl was all in favor of it, so, hell,
that's what we did.  He and Fran went back to making out and I was trying to
be like him by doing the same with the girl I was with, the four of us there
on that one bed together, bumping and grinding into each other.  But then
when I saw Tom and Fran start taking each other's clothes off, I froze.

I couldn't have kept from watching if my life had depended on it.  Piece by
piece, they removed each other's clothing.  They were just inches away from
me.  I was already drooling by the time Fran got Tom's t-shirt off, hoping,
praying that they'd keep on going.  They did.  Slowly.  It was almost like
Tom was putting on a show for me.  Every so often he'd look at me and grin.
I think he liked it, that I was watching.

Fran unbuttoned his jeans for him, and then he did the same to hers, and
they kissed and made out some more.  Then she pulled his jeans down and all
the way off, leaving him in just his underwear.  There was a big wet spot
where his pre-cum was soaking through.  He pulled her jeans off, then they
kissed and caressed some more.  Tom took her bra off, and then finally her
panties, and then, the moment I was waiting for:  she slowly lowered his
briefs down, and his hard cock popped out and stood up free and hard.  She
pulled his underwear all the way off, and then they were totally naked,
right there next to me.

There was more kissing and licking and sucking, and they didn't care if I
watched.  Fran licked his cock a few times, and then she actually put it in
her mouth and sucked on it!  When she did that, Tom looked at me and
grinned.  Hell, I just about shot my load, watching his stiff cock getting
that kind of treatment from somebody.  Jeez, I wanted to try that.  I
imagined it being my mouth around his hard cock.  But Fran didn't make him
cum that way.  They took turns licking and sucking and kissing each other,
but that slowly progressed until finally Tom put his cock inside her.

He was actually fucking her!  Right in front of me!  The girl I was with got
up and left, but I stayed right there and watched the whole thing.  I
watched his slippery hard dick in action, sliding in and out, fucking a
pussy that was dripping for all it was worth.  My god, I just couldn't keep
my eyes off his hard cock going in and out, in and out.  Jesus, watching a
guy jack himself off is one thing, but watching him fuck somebody - oh,
fuck, it was so hot.  And his dick was so big and hard!  I didn't leave
until Tom finally groaned and shot his load.  Then I sheepishly slipped on
out of there.

Ever since then I'd wanted Tom's dick bad.  I didn't know how it could
happen.  I figured it was impossible, but I wanted it, somehow, some way.  I
had wet dreams about him.  I'd wake up and tell myself it was never gonna
happen, but I kept on having dreams like that.  And then last night, here at
the convention, I finally got my hand around his cock, and I got him off!  I
used my hand to make him shoot his cum, and I actually ate some of it!  It
was a little salty, kind of sweet, and I liked it.  Yeah, I liked it.  I
wanted more of that.  Yes indeed.  I tasted his cum.  Things were looking
up.

And we still had that night and two more to go.  I didn't know what was in
store, but whatever it was, if the next three nights were half as good as
what happened the night before, I could hardly wait.

     - Josh

Copyright (c)2011 Josh Jango

This was a short chapter, but there's more.  Let me know if you like it so
far.
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