Date: Tue, 17 Dec 2002 15:31:38 EST
From: F123hartman@aol.com
Subject: My Best Best Buddy

	Often best buddies split up when one of them moves or their
interests change but my best buddy and I have been buddies since 2nd grade.
Over the years we have chased and raced, rode our bikes and gone on hikes
and walked nude in hidden areas of the woods or while swimming in the
river.  Now we are bigger and we have measured our hardon lengths and we
both can spit sperms.  I wouldn't say we have experienced sex stuff but if
our parents caught us, they would say that we are reaching the age of horny
games.
	We wrestle and try to grab each others dicks.  We read lots of
playboy books and talk dirty about what it would be like to fuck some girl.
We both dream about some girl forcing her charms on us and we watch the
girl and guy parades in the halls of school. We often have slept together
at each other's house and we have been all bare ass under the covers of our
bed.  We haven't actually touched each other's dicks but we have watched
each other jerk off while side by side on our backs at night.  Yes, we are
best buddies.
	I am so horny that I keep having erections like a dozen times every
hour.  I see a girl and up it goes.  I bump it in class and up it goes.
One dirty thought or one dirty word and it is straight and hard and no way
can I make it go down.  So, most of my life is spent with a book or
magazine out in front as I walk though life.  My worst problem is when I
lie on my stomach.  Immediately, everything says I'm ready to play dunk and
dab and I'm so hard that it is almost painful to keep pressing it down with
my stomach.  If I turn on my stomach while in bed, it doesn't matter how
still I try to stay, my prick quickly moves to attention.  And then, each
time I inhale, it jerks forward and when I exhale it rubs like withdrawing
and it is like I'm jerking off or pumping up her hole and my balls get
tight and I shoot my wad.  I can be totally still and trying to go to sleep
and that thing begins spitting shots of sperms.
	Well, when my best friend came over last night, we finally were
both in bed in our white jockeys and we were on our backs and yes, mine
began to rise.  I didn't want him to see it because he would have called me
queer and getting turned on by a guy along side of me.  So, I turned over
so my ass was showing and I pretended to go to sleep.  Yes, my crawling
cock began to crawl.  It rubbed against the bottom sheet and soon it was
throbbing boldly with every breath I took and yes, suddenly I could feel my
shorts getting all wet as my body started shaking.  I immediately turned
over with my buddy hearing me say, "Oh shit!"
	"What's the matter?" he asked as I attempted to remove my
underpants.
	"Damn it.  I just had a wet dream."  I admitted.
	"That's impossible!" he said.  "You have to jerk it to do it and
all you have been doing is quietly sleeping."  Then he said, " I think you
just started wetting the bed."
	Then he asked, "Did momma's little boy wet the bed again?"
	"No!" I spouted.  "I know when I shit shit and I know when I spit
sperm spit!"  And I reached down and took his hand and shoved it into my
wet public hair and shaft and then I brought up his hand and shoved it
under his nose.  "Here, smell it!'  I said.  "Is it piss or sperm?"
	"Okay!"  he said.  "It sure doesn't smell like piss."
	"Go ahead eat it!"  I ordered as I took his hand and wiped it on my
shaft and head and let him scoop up the last drops from my piss-head slit.
	"God!" he admitted.  "I think I just ate you, you prick!"
	"Well, now it is my turn." I begged and my hand moved on top of his
pants and bulging hardon.  Yes, I began to pump him up. And he reached
inside his underpants and began jerking off.  Within seconds he shot his
wad.
	"Damn!"" he murmured.  "Now, I must go home in the morning with my
shorts all sticky wet."
	"Take them of." I suggested.  "I'll give you a clean pair of mine
in the morning."
	As soon as he had them off, I climbed down to his cock and began to
lap his dick and balls and hair and then I climbed back up to his face and
kissed him so I could dump some of his sperm on his tongue.  As I kissed
him, he took his arms and wrapped them around me and pulled me closer to
him.  As we lay there, I snuggled my face up against his ear and we quietly
snuggled until we were asleep.  Yes, we sorta were enjoying sex together.
When we woke up, I put two pair of jockeys in the dirty clothes.
	The next morning after he had left, my mom wanted to know what all
of the secret talk was about.  I do have some rights and I just ignored her
or I guess you could say that I refused to tell her.  Later in the day when
my dad and I were alone, he asked the same question.  I told him that my
friend had brought over a naked playboy picture.  Dad seemed relieved.
Your mom thought you guys had a balloon.
	"What?" I said.
	"You know, a rubber." Said Dad.
	"You mean a condom." I laughed.
	"Well, I didn't think you knew the word."  And then he continued,
"Well, there are condoms up in my drawer and if you ever decide you need
one, you know where they are."  With that, Dad quickly left me alone with
my thoughts.

	The next time I am alone with Dad, I'm going to get him to tell me
how guys sleep on their stomachs and not get hardons.

	(Well, what should they do next?  F123hartman@aol.com)