Date: Wed, 11 Jun 2003 14:47:18 EDT
From: JTGuy20@aol.com
Subject: A.J.

The following is all true. It's the first time I've ever written about
it, and up until now there were only 2 people who ever knew it happened.
If you like what you see shoot me an email to JTGuy20@aol.com.

I am a 19 year old guy in a small private college. I'm about 6 feet tall
with blonde hair and blue eyes. I'm thin, but not skeletal. Like most
of you, I've had curiosities about the same sex many times in my life. I
am definately straight, but there's nothing wrong with the occasional
fling with another guy.

From the time I was in about the 4th grade I had a friend named A.J. He
was 5 years older than I was, but since we lived close to each other we
hit it off right away. Up until I met him I had never really thought
about guys before, though I guess it could be because I hadn't quite hit
puberty yet. It wasn't until 7th grade that I even started masturbating,
but that's part of my story too.

A.J. and I would hang out all the time. Mainly it was because he was old
enough to drive and I didn't really have anything else to do.
Occasionally, his parents would go out of town for the week and I'd stay
over. For the longest time, nothing happened. We'd play video games and
watch scary movies and goof around, but in a purely platonic way. There
were times when I had masturbated to the thought of us doing something,
and just about every time we were alone together I wanted to bring up the
subject. Being shy though, I never could quite find the words. So when
my folks went out of town for a week and he'd come stay with me I'd find
little ways to make my point. I had a pair of black bicycle shorts that
I would wear with nothing underneath, accenting my boyish physique. Just
being in the room with him while I was wearing those shorts almost got me
hard, because I knew I looked sexy in them and I was always hoping he'd
sneak a peek at the slight bulge.

Other times, I'd put on my loosest fitting boxers and lay down in a
position so that if he wanted, he could look straight up the leg and see
me in all my glory. Again, it was very difficult to keep my errection
down. Ever since I started growing hair down there I've spent time
almost every day grooming. I tend to shave my sack and most of my pubic
hair, because I like the look and feel of the pre-pubecent privates.
There's something sensual about the silky smooth feeling, and I know it
makes me a little more appealing.

Eventually, my parents went out of town for a getaway, and I invited A.J.
to sleep over. We goofed around most of the night but somehow found a
way to start playing that old standby naughty game: truth or dare. After
a few easy questions and dares, he dared me to pull down my pants and
underwear. My heart started pounding because this was exactly where I
wanted the game to be going....so with a little embarrassment (I had
never been naked in front of anyone before) I pulled down my jeans.

"Keep going."

Blushing a little, I pulled down my white briefs, exposing myself to him
fully.

"Not bad. You're big for your age" he said.

"Really?" I asked. I'd only ever seen other guys in the one or two porno
movies I had watched, and those guys were hung like horses.

"Yeah. You're bigger than me." A.J. replied. I couldn't believe this.
I was only 14 and he was 19. How could I already be bigger? Drawing up
all the courage I had, I asked him to show me.

"Ok. You showed me yours, I don't mind showing you mine."

I pulled up my pants and sat down as he got up and began unbuckling his
belt. I could feel the hard-on in my jeans as he unsnapped his jeans and
revealed himself to me. He wasn't hard, but he was right...I was
bigger. He pulled his pants back up and sat down again. My next dare
was to see if I could lick the tip of my own cock. I knew that I could,
so I got naked from the waist down again, touched myself until I was
rock-hard and leaned over and licked my penis head. By this time I
wasn't shy about being naked anymore, so I just left my pants and
underwear off. He next asked me to masturbate for 5 minutes or until I
came. I knew that I probably couldn't make myself cum that fast in front
of someone, so I simply jerked off for the 5 minutes. The game ended
shortly thereafter and I decided it was time for a bath.

I went into the bathroom and got undressed, running some water while I
did so. It wasn't until then that I realized that I didn't have a towel,
so I'd have to go to the other bathroom to get one. I put on my
underwear and walked back into the living room. As soon as I got in
there I noticed that A.J. had jumped up and went to the window, looking
outside. I didn't think anything of it, but when I got in the tub I
started wondering if he'd been jacking off and jumped up as a cover.
Trust me, that got me VERY excited. I couldn't take it anymore and I
just began playing with myself in the tub. It didn't take very long
until I came, given the events of the night.

I later figured out what had happened while I was in the bath. From the
time I was about 8 years old I had been filming myself naked. Back then
I didn't know about masturbation so it was basically just footage of me
with my little boner. On a particular tape I had recorded a lot of
stuff. It ranged from me at 8 all the way through the present day.
Somehow he'd found the tape and popped it in. I don't know which part he
enjoyed the most...me as a pre-teen or the later video of me masturbating
and sometimes catching my cum in my mouth. Either way, it seems he liked
the tape.

We didn't really bring up that night. We continued to be friends, but it
was almost like it hadn't happened. In my mind, I began to wonder
whether or not it was a dream. I got my answer a few weeks later. While
his parents were gone one night we decided to rent a porn. At his house
we popped it into the VCR in the living room and sat down to watch. Each
of us were in our own recliner, and as the action started to heat up
onscreen we began discussing the sexual encounters. A.J. asked me if I'd
ever considered actually getting with another guy. I admitted that I
had, but I was too shy to ever initiate something like that. At that, he
stood up and came over to my chair. He reached down to my crotch and
began rubbing me, my already hard cock stiffened to the point that I
thought I'd explode.

"Want to get down on the floor?" he asked.

"Sure" I said, feeling a little nervous at my first real sexual
encounter.

We spread a blanket on the floor and sat down on it. Not really knowing
what to do, I began pulling off my jeans. At that time I still wore
white cotton briefs, and after I got my jeans off I pulled my underwear
off. Still feeling a little shy I let my shirt hang down and cover me as
much as it could. A.J. pulled his pants and underwear off too, then
reached over and lifted my shirt up to take a look at my package. I had
gone soft again with the anxiety, and he finally reached down and began
to stroke me. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of someone else
playing with my prick.

"That's it, get hard for me" he said as my young cock began to stiffen.
The television by this point had been turned off, letting us focus on
each other. I knew at that point that I wasn't gay, but that I totally
enjoyed sharing this with him. No one, not even a girl, had ever touched
me like this before...had even seen me like this. While he softly pumped
my member, I reached over and began touching his. Because he'd been
admiring me he already had a semi-hard on, and as soon as my fingers
brushed against the head of his cock it stood to full attention. I was
quite a bit bigger than him; my errection must have stood out a good 5
and a half inches, while his was probably closer to 3 and a half. My
penis was thick and straight, but his was somewhat thinner and had a
curve. I also noticed that my cockhead was more defined. Mine almost
looked like a fireman's helmet but his was more in proportion to the rest
of his dick. We sat indian style across from each other and stroked for
a while, not saying much. The situation was still a little tense. He
finally broke the silence by asking me if I'd ever used lotion or
vaseline before. I said that I hadn't, which was true. Being so young
I'd never heard of using a lube.

"You have to try it, it's so much better" he told me. "Let me get us
some." So, he went to the bathroom and came out with a bottle of
lotion. He squirted a couple of globs into his hand and began rubbing it
over my privates. The feeling was amazing, so silky and soft. I thought
I'd blow my load right then, but I managed to keep it under control. He
handed me the bottle and I began lubing him up the same way he'd done
me. He told me to try not to spend too much time stroking the head,
because he'd cum pretty fast that way. I replied that it was okay if he
came. Truth be told I wanted to see if he'd shoot it like the men in the
movies or if it would just come out like mine did.

"Can you cum for me?" he asked me.

"I think so." I replied.

Our strokes became more frantic as we both approached climax. In the
ecstacy of the moment I told him how long I'd waited for this, and he
said that had he known my feelings we could have been doing this much
earlier. He confessed to watching my tape, and the sexiness of the
moment finally got the best of us. I felt his dick expand and I knew he
was close. I began rubbing my thumb on the underside of his cockhead,
knowing that that drove me crazy and hoping it'd do the same for him. I
was rewarded immediately with the first jet of hot white semen. It shot
past my shoulder, landing somewhere behind me. His dick began to spasm,
shooting more of the cum...some of it going past me, some of it landing
on me. When I felt the warmth on my neck it pushed me over the edge and
I began to orgasm too. Though I couldn't shoot my wad like he could, I
still had a powerful orgasm...ejecting burst after burst of my juices.
As our hearts began to slow down, our strokes ceased. We found a couple
of towels and cleaned up. Being the first time, I didn't have the
courage to taste his sperm, though in my mind I was desperate to know
what it was like.

But there would be other times...