This tale is 100 % true. I have wanted to percentage my experiences with my intimately protagonist a long time now. This is also the first story I have written. So, I'm not going to share everything right off the bat…I want to fuck if anyone likes the story before I continue into later encounters.

I am 34 years old now, the first gear experience I had with my friend Mike happened nearly 15 years ago.

I am happily married now, and would never do anything like this again because of the sexual love 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 oneself the time to masturbate thinking about him, replaying the panorama in my mind of some of my preferent times with him.

Enough about me…let's begin. I wouldn't say I was gay by any mean value, I loved to bet at girls as well, probably more than cat. In fact, I came from a very traditional family, and I believed that homosexuality was wrong, and that I shouldn't do it. Back then I beat off almost every night, fantasizing about miss in my school mostly, or random holidaymaker girls that traveled through our small town during the summertime. things began to change about this time though ; I started to acknowledge the guy rope in the gym, and especially in the shower bath. I found myself checking out their peter in the locker elbow room, then that started spilling over to the classroom. I found myself hoping that certain hombre would wear short pants to, and I would stare at their bare legs just like I would stare at the daughter'legs in course of instruction. I found myself constantly checking out a group of about 6 or 7 guys, the popular small fry in class. I can still remember the first dark I beat off to one of them in my bed. Like I said, I beat off almost nightly, and that nighttime I came harder than I ever had before. My middle was racing, I was shaking. I knew it was wrong…it was so agitate though. After that of class it became more frequent. I imagined Brady fucking me in the locker way, Steven hang over on a mantle in the forage by the dam, our clothes scattered in the trees, sucking Travis'perfect turncock with his drawers on, my manpower cupping his round of drinks perfect ass, kissing David's rock firmly body while stroking is hard turncock. Of course I couldn't tell anyone about this attractiveness, I would be ridiculed and rejected, my life sentence would be hell.

Oddly plenty I didn't fantasize about my Friend microphone. Maybe it was because we were booster, maybe it's because I resented some of those popular kids I beat off about and this was a var. of retribution for me. Whatever the rationality, for over a year after I started beating off to guys I never beat off to the thinking of him. That began to change after a spell. We started hanging out more, we defiantly became closer friends during that year ; he became my substantially friend where before we were just friends that occasionally hung out. As our friendly relationship developed we were constantly talking about the girls that we wanted to make love ( 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 same time. You know how son are…over clock time we started acting more reprobate, testing each other's limits of solace when it came to touching, giving each other the"credit card"with a hand when the other bent grass over. We actually had a pretty perverted mathematical group of friends, always joking around about being gay, touching, grabbing, even some crazy plot of truth or daring that led to something like licking a nipple or touching a cock through bloomers. It never got too crazy, but once we started groping and touching out of fun and teasing my feelings for Mike began to vary, and I did bulge to occasionally beat off to him, even though I kept doing it more to the former boy I fanaticized about, and mostly girls still.

I am 6'4 ”, and back then I was very thin and fit, with a 7"cut cock. Mike was shorter, I'm guessing about 5'6"? Anyway, Mike was also very acrobatic and fit, both of us had blonde hair and puritanical middle. He had such an amazing, tight, round ass, just perfect. His cock was very thick, but a picayune myopic than mine. I began to think about that beautiful cock more and more, but never thought about making a relocation. Not until a few months later when I learned something about Mike.

We went to a basketball tournament and shared a room. 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 way but I heard something. I could see microphone's feet between the bed and the wall, and a brushing noise. Instantly I knew he was beating off. I was so hard listening to him stroke his cock, and very unrestrained to make love that he liked to pleasure himself as I did myself. I saw his toes stretch as he came, and as his motion slowed to a stop a"went back to sleep ”. I heard him go into the bathroom to clean up. I thought about him stroking his putz the rest of that day, and that night in the shower I rubbed myself to orgasm by cerebration of fucking him alone in that motel room. From that second on I had a fire in me ; I wanted to take in his prick so bad.
Within Clarence Shepard Day Jr. as we were talking about girls I let it slip that I beat off to the young woman we always talked about. Without hesitation Mike said he did the same. I felt like this was a huge footmark to getting what I wanted, but I couldn't just come out and say it ! How was I going to get my undecomposed friend to do this with me ?

Months went on, we were defiantly touching and brushing against each early Thomas More, joking around. I decided we just needed to have a chance to be alone where we could flick off, maybe it would take to more. We had a couple of sleepovers where we were able to get our hands on some porn and baffle off to it. Of trend, I wasn't looking at the porno, 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 minuscule. But I wanted it in my mouth. We joked about it, but I was too scared to actually wee the move.

As sentence went on I just wanted him more and more. Now I was mainly beating off to the cerebration of him, and another friend named Dave. I loved the raft of Dave's cock, but we hung out less and there never was an opportunity to act on 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 creative thinker as well, I had to essay the water supply.

Our old basketball squad was playing in a tournament in a town about 3 hours away, and Miek invited me to go with him and his dad to watch the game over the weekend, and we would be staying there at his grandma's theatre. 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 submit concern of each other. He jokingly agreed. fountainhead, wouldn't you know it ? We met 2 little girl at a saltation afterwards and actually almost sealed the mint with them ! I was so slopped when after all of the making out and grinding they had to go home plate. Then I realized how good of a affair this was, metre to follow through with our"pile ”.

Back at his grandma's I learned we would be sleeping on the living elbow room level. Dammit ! That wouldn't body of work ! I quickly convinced Mike to blab to his dad about letting us sleep in back of his Ford Explorer, and he actually agreed. This would be perfect ! As we settled in and began to start our pattern 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 ideate that its young woman doing it to us. Just imagine that Artemis is beating you off ”."But what about the cum ? What do we do about that ?"I glanced up at the front console and saw a box of tissue paper."We can use this to clean house up. I don't mind the cum on me for just a back, we can clean it up fast ”. To my astonishment with that, he said"OK ”. We were already stroking as we had been talking about it, we were both gruelling already, and only in our underwear. We both slid our stage out of our quiescence bagful, and tugged our own boxers down just a little to give access. Then, at the like time we reached over for each other's throbbing surd cocks. I can still remember the first time I touched this cock I had waited so long to sustain in my deal. Again, it was sorter than mine, but very fat. The head felt bumpy, mine was so smooth, I remember thinking how unusual that was. As we began stroking, I started out slowly, taking my time to memorise every feature of this beautiful turncock that I craved. My forearm on his breadbasket, I could feel him breathe harder as I stroked him faster now. I barely thought about his handwriting on my dick, I was completely caught up in making him cum, I wanted to see him cum on my hand. But I did notice our hairgrip were dissimilar, and his thumb and 2 finger grip really did find good, sound than doing myself for sure. I was using my unscathed hand on him, out of the street corner of my eye I could see him rolling his principal back, his back occasionally arching, and I knew I was going to get him there. With his labored breathing he moaned out"I'm going to cum ”. I think this was supposed to be a signal for me to hold on as his helping hand came up to shoot over, however I kept my traveling bag and after his gesture to take over failed he stretched and moaned softly as his cum spirted out onto my script. He then leaned up with a tissue to clean off, and clearly he was done and the cumbersomeness was back. I had to eat up myself, and had another amazing orgasm as I watched him clean house 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 recite he enjoyed watching me cum.

That's as far as it went that weekend, but I felt like I had at least amaze things started to where I wanted to go. I wanted to suck in his dick so bad ! I knew the next time we beat each other off that's what I had to propose. I was constantly looking for the opportunity, we both seemed so busy over the adjacent 2 workweek. One afternoon I finally met up with him and we went for a driving force. 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 toss off time. It took us out through the farms, a couple of miles outside of town. We started talking about the girls we wanted to sleep with again, and I suggested that we find a space to beat off. He quickly agreed, and I pulled into a gravel pit off of the road. We started beating off, talking about the girls again, and I asked him if he wanted to stroke each other. No disinclination this time,"sure"he said. We began to slowly stroke each other, I was going to demand my sentence this fourth dimension hoping that as it started to finger good I could get him to do more than. We tried not to look at each former's cock as we stroked, it was still a bit unearthly. But I was always looking at it out of the corner of my eye, and watching his facial face as I stroked his as well. I could see him also looking at my cock out of the nook of my eye ! This gave me confidence…"do you want 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 hawkshaw in my mouth, but I will try if you want to ”. To my amazement again, he said"OK ”. As I made my motion to get into spot, he freaked out,"oh shit ”. I glanced up to see a car in this normally vacate place. I quickly threw the car in appurtenance and took off before they could see us with our pants down. I headed to a undecomposed, more secluded dapple across the valley, we both still wanted to complete the job. He was stroking his rooster through his pants, talking about female child again as we drove, little did he know he was driving me nut. When we got there, he wouldn't give into beating each early 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 week we found places to park in the hills to tucker out off but I couldn't get him to do it to each former again. One dark night parked in the tree I finally got him to go for it again. Again, I asked about sucking each other, sure it would go this time. He again refused. I was craving that dick, I wanted to take up it so bad ! It wasn't going to take place. However, as I felt him close in on cumming again, the rack turned in my nous. Again, as he cum he tried to push my script away, but I finished the job again, his cum again spirting out onto my mitt. Oh how I loved the feel of that ! As he began to clean up and had his head turned, I brought my helping hand to my lips and licked up my world-class taste of his cum. I don't know where that itch came from, I had never thought about doing that before ! It was just a minuscule biff to taste it, so piquant yet Henry Sweet. I had seen girlfriend swallow down cum in movies before, maybe that's what compelled me to try out it. Initially, I thought"no way"! But as I finished myself off I thought more and more about the taste and that musky spirit, I wish I had licked up more instead of wiping it up. Again, I shot cum like crazy 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 thought 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 guys. sure, I had imagined necking and kissing consistency, but not on the lips, that would just be 144. 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 microphone and I, learning more and 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. perdition, we rarely beat each former off. I wondered if I would ever get to the next whole tone with him. But that was all about to change.

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