Date: Mon, 17 Jan 2005 10:43:30 -0800
From: dude sweet <dudesweet (at) hotmail (dot) com>
Subject: Pull It Out

The first time I saw Roger's in real life and not in my dreams was when we
were watching Charlie's Angels on DVD. We had been friends for over a year
and I had been thinking about wanting to see it for almost as long. He was
going on about how hot he thought Cameron Diaz was, I finally got the
courage to say, "So pull it out. I dare you. Put it on the screen. See if
she will suck it for you."

"Pull IT out?" he asked, grabbing his dick area.

"Pull it out. I double dare you."

He looked at me funny and I thought he was gonna call me a fag or something.
But he didn't. He looked around the living room, saw no one, then went up to
the tv, pulled down his pants in the front and stuck it up against the
screen.

"Oh baby," he moaned, pretending he was being sucked. It was funny. He
pulled them up and turned to me. "Your turn Sammy."

My turn? My turn for what? Oh, to get sucked. Oh, to pull out my dick. He
was still up there. Was I supposed to do it with him still up there? I get
there. He's still there. I have a boner. Did he have a boner? Does he have a
boner? I look down at him. I can't tell.

"Come on Sammy. She's waiting for you."

I bravely pull open my belt (damn, why was I wearing jeans instead of
shorts?) and pull down my boxers and stick my bone up to the screen. I know
he saw it cause he starting laughing his ass off. But it was a `we're having
fun' laugh not a `you are an idiot' laugh.

I pretend to have an orgasm, then put it away and start doing up my pants.

"You're turn," I challenge.

He gently pushes me aside. "Make room for the big one." The big one? I think
he's talking about his dick. I hope he's talking about his dick.

He pulls his boxers and shorts down together and YES, he's got a boner. He
sticks it against the screen and starts to fuck it. The movie is on an
action scene, not that I was watching the movie. Here he was moving back and
forth so I could totally see everything. His dick looked about like mine,
six inches. He had at least as much hair as I did, but I couldn't see it
that well.

That's all that happened that night. We joked about jacking off and sex
stuff from time to time, but I never got brave enough to try anything with
him.

A few weeks later, Charlie's Angel 2 was on at the movies. I didn't know
exactly what I was going to do, but I swore to myself that I was going to at
least try to do something.

We went to the first show on Saturday afternoon. We sat up close as usual.
It was pretty crowded, but no one was sitting right next to either one of
us. After a few minutes into the movie and a few comments from each of us
about how hot Cameron was (me just pretending), I leaned over and whispered
into his ear, "I dare you to pull it out."

He looks at me shocked, but smiling. He looks around.

"No way," he whispers back to me, shaking his head.

I take off my jacket. I take the popcorn from him and lay my jacket over his
lap.

"Pull it out now. I dare you."

He looks around.

He takes off his jacket and places it over my lap.

"I will if you will. Pull it out," he tells me.

Now it's my turn to look around.

"Ok. You first," I whisper back to him.

He stares at the screen, then slowly reaches under the jacket. He carefully
moves around.

He leans over. "Ok, it's out."

I look. Of course, I can't see it under the jacket.

"Prove it," I ask.

"Your turn. Pull it out."

"Then you'll prove it?"

"Pull. It. Out."

I put the popcorn tub on the floor and carefully adjust the jacket. HIS
jacket. I was smart enough not to wear jeans. I easily pulled down my shorts
and boxers in the front, letting my boner out.

"Ok. It's out," I whisper.

"Cool."

I want to do more.

"I got a boner," I admit.

"Me too," he whispers back.

This is what I was waiting for. I reach my hand over slowly so he can stop
me if he wants. He doesn't! I gently put it under the jacket.

My hand is soon touching his dick. It sends electricity through my body.
Then when I think it can't get any better, his hand wraps around my boner
and gives it a squeeze. I thought my sperms were going to shoot right on his
hand.

His is only sticking out through his boxer and zipper fly. I pulled my pants
down, so he could have a better feel.

"Wait," he whispers and pulls his hand away. He puts both of his hand under
his jacket, then pulls my hand back under his jacket and wraps it around his
dick. He has pulled down his pants and boxers. I can totally feel
everything, even his balls are out. He goes back under mine. We hold on to
each others boners for a long time.

I squeeze his. He squeezes mine. I didn't know you could sperm without
jacking. It was cool. Suddenly, I felt my hand get wet from his dick. It
didn't shoot out like when I jack. It just oooozed out.

"Shit," he says after oozing sperm. He pulls his hand away from my dick and
pulls up his pants.

"Did you sperm?" I ask.

"Fucking A."

After he puts his away, I keep hoping he will return to squeezing mine. He
doesn't.

Later that day we are in his living room watching Austin Powers on DVD. We
are sitting on the floor, our backs against the couch, our legs under his
coffee table.

"Pull it out," I challenge him. The room is totally lite up and if he does
it, I will get a chance to see everything. He looks around, thinks for a
second, gets up and turns off the lights. He sits down on the couch and lays
out a small blanket over him. He wiggles around under the blanket and says,
"Ok, it's out."

His dick area is at my eye level as I'm still on the floor. "Prove it."

He pulls off the covers for just a second. His dick is sticking straight up
in the air. He covers back up. "Your turn."

"My turn?"

"Duh. Pull it out."

I sit next to him on the couch. As I get under the covers I can see his is
still out and hard. I pull mine out and he looks. Then he pulls the covers
back over us.

"Let's leave them out," I suggest.

"Ok."

We watch the lame ass movie for a minute, then I reach over and grab his
boner. As soon as I get it, he reaches over and grabs mine. We start by
squeezing each others, then I start to jack his. After a few strokes, he
stops playing with mine and just relaxes. I start to jack him intensely.
Soon he erupts and squirts it out. He pulls off the covers before sperming
so with the light of the TV, I get to see everything.

"Do me now," I tell him. He pulls his clothes back up, takes one more look
around, then grabs mine and goes for it. It doesn't take long. I pull off
the covers and squirt and squirt and squirt.

"Damn," he says, commenting on my tons of sperm.

"I was horny."

"Yeah."

I pull up my boners over my spermy dick and stomach.

That night it was all hard and gross to clean up.

A couple of days later, we are at my house, just kicking the soccer ball
around in my backyard. "Pull it out."

He looks around. "What about your mom?"

Shit. I didn't think about my mom. I look around. "Let's go to the side of
the house." We do.

Right away, he just pulls his stuff down. He pulls up his shirt so I get a
good view. "You too," he says.

I quickly expose myself as well. I grab his dick and start jacking him. He
grabs mine and we stand there doing each other. As soon as he starts coming,
I come as well and we both shoot our sperms on the concrete.

"That was cool," I say.

"Damn right."

Later, my mom announces she's going to the store. We decline to go with her.
As soon as she leaves I ask, "Want to do it again? In my room? All the way?"

"What do you mean all the way."

"I mean get naked. You know."

We go to my room, shut the door and both strip totally naked.

"Let's suck," I suggest.

He looks surprised. He thinks for a little, then says, "Ok."

We lay down with our heads at the other guys dick. "1, 2, 3." I put his dick
in my mouth and he does mine as well. It's my first suck and his too. It
takes a little practice, but we both find the rhythm. After my first squirt,
he takes his mouth off and just jacks me. When he finally squirts, I drink
it all.

It was the start of a beautiful relationship.