This story is 100 % truthful. I have wanted to share my experiences with my best friend a long time now. This is also the commencement storey I have written. So, I'm not going to share everything right off the bat…I want to cognize if anyone likes the storey before I continue into later encounters.

I am 34 days old now, the low experience I had with my booster mike happened nearly 15 twelvemonth ago.

I am happily married now, and would never do anything like this again because of the love life I have for my wife. But I won't say that I don't fanaticize about the experiences I shared with mike so long ago. I still think about the fun we had now and then, and find the time to wank thinking about him, replaying the scenes in my thinker of some of my favorite clock time with him.

Enough about me…let's begin. I wouldn't say I was gay by any mean value, I loved to look at girls as well, probably more than guys. In fact, I came from a very traditional folk, and I believed that homoeroticism was wrong, and that I shouldn't do it. Back then I beat off almost every night, fantasizing about female child in my school day mostly, or random tourist little girl that traveled through our lowly town during the summer. Things began to change about this meter though ; I started to notice the guy wire in the gym, and especially in the exhibitor. I found myself checking out their dick in the cabinet elbow room, then that started spilling over to the schoolroom. I found myself hoping that certain cat would bear shortstop to, and I would stare at their bare legs just like I would stare at the miss'legs in course of instruction. I found myself constantly checking out a mathematical group of about 6 or 7 guy wire, the popular Thomas Kyd in class. I can still think the first night I beat off to one of them in my bed. Like I said, I beat off almost nightly, and that night I came severely than I ever had before. My core was racing, I was shaking. I knew it was wrong…it was so exciting though. After that of course it became more buy at. I imagined Brady fucking me in the locker way, Steven hang over on a blanket in the grass by the dam, our apparel scattered in the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, sucking Travis'everlasting cock with his Boxer on, my hands cupping his round perfect ass, kissing David's rock hard body while stroking is concentrated peter. Of course I couldn't tell anyone about this attracter, I would be ridiculed and rejected, my life would be hell.

Oddly sufficiency I didn't fantasize about my booster microphone. Maybe it was because we were friend, maybe it's because I resented some of those popular kids I beat off about and this was a form of payback for me. Whatever the reason, for over a class after I started beating off to guys I never beat off to the thought of him. That began to exchange after a while. We started hanging out more, we defiantly became closer champion during that year ; he became my practiced friend where before we were just friends that occasionally hung out. As our friendship developed we were constantly talking about the girls that we wanted to jazz ( and honestly neither one of us ever did ). As we talked about these girls over time…of course of instruction these conversations became more detailed. We even talked about banging the same girl at the Saami time. You know how male child are…over time we started acting more perverted, testing each other's limit point of comfort when it came to touching, giving each other the"credit bill"with a bridge player when the early bent over. We actually had a pretty perverted group of friends, always joking around about being gay, touching, grabbing, even some crazy secret plan of the true or daring that led to something like licking a nipple or touching a tool through pants. It never got too softheaded, but once we started groping and touching out of fun and teasing my feelings for Mike began to change, and I did start to occasionally beat off to him, even though I kept doing it more to the early boys I fanaticized about, and mostly miss still.

I am 6'4 ”, and back then I was very thin and fit, with a 7"cut hammer. mike was forgetful, I'm guessing about 5'6"? Anyway, mike was also very athletic and fit, both of us had blonde hair and aristocratic eyes. He had such an amazing, tight, round ass, just perfective. His cock was very thick, but a piffling little than mine. I began to think about that beautiful stopcock to a greater extent and more, but never thought about making a move. Not until a few months later when I learned something about Mike.

We went to a basketball tournament and shared a way. We played like 3-4 games a day, and one day back at the room I laid down on the bed and fell asleep. I woke up alone in the room but I heard something. I could see Mike's groundwork between the bed and the bulwark, and a brush noise. Instantly I knew he was beating off. I was so heavy listening to him stroke his hammer, and very excited to have sex that he liked to pleasure himself as I did myself. I saw his toes elongate as he came, and as his apparent motion slowed to a block a"went back to catch some Z's ”. I heard him go into the bath to clean up. I thought about him stroking his dick the eternal sleep of that day, and that night in the exhibitor I rubbed myself to orgasm by mentation of fucking him alone in that motel way. From that bit on I had a fire in me ; I wanted to fellate his pecker so bad.
Within years as we were talking about girls I let it slip that I beat off to the girls we always talked about. Without hesitation Mike said he did the same. I felt like this was a huge footstep to getting what I wanted, but I couldn't just come out and say it ! How was I going to get my best protagonist to do this with me ?

calendar month went on, we were defiantly touching and brushing against each other more, joking around. I decided we just needed to induce a luck to be alone where we could jerk off, maybe it would conduce to Thomas More. We had a couplet of sleepovers where we were capable to get our hand on some porn and vanquish off to it. Of path, I wasn't looking at the porn, I was completely driven by the sight of him stroking his beautiful cock. It wasn't as big as mine, actually I was surprised that it was quite a bit smaller. But I wanted it in my back talk. We joked about it, but I was too scare off to actually take a shit the move.

As sentence went on I just wanted him more and more. Now I was mainly beating off to the thought of him, and another friend named Dave. I loved the slew of Dave's cock, but we hung out less and there never was an opportunity to pursue anything with him. Mike and I were together almost daily now. I really started to finger like the joking was getting to be more dangerous in his head as well, I had to try out the waters.

Our old hoops team was playing in a tournament in a township about 3 60 minutes away, and Miek invited me to go with him and his dad to find out the secret plan over the weekend, and we would be staying there at his grandma's home. This was my hazard, I knew we would be somewhere alone again for a night ! Before we left, as we were joking and touching as we often did I jokingly said to him that if we didn't get laid by any girls on this trip that we had to pack aid of each other. He jokingly agreed. well, wouldn't you know it ? We met 2 girls at a dancing afterwards and actually almost sealed the deal with them ! I was so pissed when after all of the making out and grinding they had to go home. Then I realized how good of a thing this was, clock time to follow through with our"deal ”.

Back at his nanna's I learned we would be sleeping on the living way floor. Dammit ! That wouldn't oeuvre ! I quickly convinced Mike to speak to his dad about letting us sleep in back of his ford Explorer, and he actually agreed. This would be perfective ! As we settled in and began to start our normal beating off before bed, I reminded him of our deal. Mike was very hesitant."Are you being serious man ?"I remember him asking."We can reckon that its daughter doing it to us. Just imagine that Cynthia is beating you off ”."But what about the cum ? What do we do about that ?"I glanced up at the battlefront console and saw a box of tissue."We can use this to clean up. I don't mind the cum on me for just a second, we can pick it up fast ”. To my amazement with that, he said"OK ”. We were already stroking as we had been talking about it, we were both hard already, and only in our underclothes. We both slid our legs out of our sleeping bags, and tugged our own boxers down just a short to ease up access. Then, at the Lapp sentence we reached over for each other's throbbing grueling cocks. I can still remember the starting time time I touched this cock I had waited so long to experience in my helping hand. Again, it was sorter than mine, but very fat. The heading felt bumpy, mine was so smooth, I remember thinking how strange that was. As we began stroking, I started out slowly, taking my time to memorise every characteristic of this beautiful cock that I craved. My forearm on his stomach, I could feel him breathe harder as I stroked him faster now. I barely thought about his hand on my gumshoe, I was completely caught up in making him cum, I wanted to see him cum on my hand. But I did notice our grips were unlike, and his thumb and 2 finger grip really did feel in force, wagerer than doing myself for sure as shooting. I was using my unscathed hand on him, out of the corner of my eye I could see him rolling his head back, his back occasionally arching, and I knew I was going to get him there. With his heavy respiration he moaned out"I'm going to cum ”. I think this was supposed to be a signaling for me to stop as his deal came up to take over, however I kept my clasp and after his gesture to take over failed he stretched and moaned softly as his cum spirted out onto my hand. He then leaned up with a tissue to clean off, and clearly he was done and the slowness was back. I had to finish myself, and had another amaze orgasm as I watched him clean up his cum. I shot cum clear to my chest, and I could see his eye widen as I did. Nothing was said, but I could tell he enjoyed watching me cum.

That's as far as it went that weekend, but I felt like I had at least gotten thing started to where I wanted to go. I wanted to go down on his dick so bad ! I knew the next time we beat each early off that's what I had to suggest. I was constantly looking for the chance, we both seemed so busy over the future 2 weeks. One afternoon I finally met up with him and we went for a drive. This was it, I knew I could get him alone now !

I headed out of town, down a dirt road that we often drove jus to kill time. It took us out through the farms, a couple of miles outside of townsfolk. We started talking about the girls we wanted to fuck again, and I suggested that we find a blank space to get off. He quickly agreed, and I pulled into a gravel pit off of the road. We started beating off, talking about the little girl again, and I asked him if he wanted to stroke each other. No hesitation this time,"sure"he said. We began to slowly stroke each other, I was going to take my meter this time hoping that as it started to feel ripe I could get him to do Thomas More. We tried not to look at each early's cock as we stroked, it was still a bit weird. But I was always looking at it out of the niche of my eye, and watching his facial reflection as I stroked his as well. I could see him also looking at my cock out of the street corner of my eye ! This gave me confidence…"do you desire to suck each other ?"“ Ummm, I don't know"he responded."Just imagine that Ronda is doing it to you ”. Then I lied,"I don't know if I can handle a guy's dick in my lip, but I will try if you want to ”. To my astonishment again, he said"OK ”. As I made my movement to get into attitude, he freaked out,"oh shit ”. I glanced up to see a car in this normally empty place. I quickly threw the car in gear and took off before they could see us with our pants down. I headed to a better, more secluded spot across the valley, we both still wanted to wind up the job. He was stroking his cock through his pants, talking about young lady again as we drove, little did he recognise he was driving me crank. When we got there, he wouldn't give into beating each other off, let alone sucking each other. I guess the awe of getting caught was going to set me back. Again I came hard as I watched him cum.

Over the next few weeks we found places to park in the Alfred Hawthorne to beat off but I couldn't get him to do it to each early again. One dark night parked in the trees I finally got him to go for it again. Again, I asked about sucking each other, sure it would work this time. He again refused. I was craving that dick, I wanted to fellate it so bad ! It wasn't going to happen. However, as I felt him close in on cumming again, the wheels turned in my nous. Again, as he cum he tried to advertize my hired man away, but I finished the job again, his cum again spirting out onto my helping hand. Oh how I loved the feeling of that ! As he began to clean house up and had his head turned, I brought my helping hand to my mouth and licked up my showtime taste of his cum. I don't know where that urge came from, I had never thought about doing that before ! It was just a modest lick to try out it, so salty yet sweet. I had seen girls swallow down cum in movies before, maybe that's what compelled me to savour it. Initially, I thought"no way"! But as I finished myself off I thought more and more about the preference and that musky odour, I wish I had licked up more instead of wiping it up. Again, I shot cum like weirdo and watched my best friend's eyes light up as he watched it.

I guess that broke my limits. Instead of beating off at habitation thinking of sucking his dick, now I was thinking about fucking each other, and even kissing him, which I had never fantasized about before, not even with the popular guy rope. surely, I had imagined necking and kissing consistency, but not on the sassing, that would just be gross. Now I wanted it all, everything we could do. Even when looking at porn on the computer, now I was searching for gay porn, imagining that it was Mike and I, learning to a greater extent and Thomas More of what I wanted to do with him. Our beating off continued, he never would agree to sucking, so I gave up on asking. sin, we rarely beat each former off. I wondered if I would ever get to the adjacent step with him. But that was all about to change.

So do you guys like this so far ? I know it's a lot of teasing right now…I can prognosticate the next story will hold what you want to read. Do you want me to preserve going ? ? ?