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    stretchedboxers
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    Share a true same-sex story of a hookup with a straight friend?

    It was 1980 and I was a senior in high school. There was a guy in my grade and we had gone to school together all four years. We both did sports and we both played football and basketball all four years.

    During our freshman and sophomore years we were also required to take physical education. Fortunately for me we both had the same PE classes all four semesters and back then everybody showered after practice as well as Phys Ed. I don't know why the school seem to have stopped this unless they just don't trust their teachers and coaches around naked High School boys. After all, who wants to attend the rest of their classes smelling like sweat or putting on their clothes after practice reeking?

    Anyway, there are many good-looking guys in my class however there was one that I was in lust with. His name was Barry and he was a star athlete in both football and basketball. He was a running back who happened to be very coordinated and was a guard in basketball. He was even a starting guard his junior year and did very well.

    He and I got along but we never actually hung out after school. not one time. We did not live very close to each other and although I got along with all the different cliques, I was too afraid to ever call him up to ask if he wanted to get together because I really didn't think he would want to and I certainly did not want that rejection from my fantasy stud. I also was afraid in the back of my mind he might figure out why sexual attraction towards him and think less of me or I might even tell a lot of other people. He was not a jerk, but I could not rule out the possibility of that happening.

    I have pretty good gaydar and I knew he was straight. He went steady all four years with the same girl who was very popular, a cheerleader and even as a gay man will admit she was beautiful. The two of them were even voted the prom king and queen. Halfway through our senior year the two of them broke up. Everyone was surprised even his friends that hung out with him on a regular basis. Rumor had it he wanted his girl to go all the way with him and she continued to want to wait. I do not know if that is the case however that is what everyone heard. I don't know how much they ever actually did but I felt if it was true she was an idiot because he was a sexual Idol in my opinion.

    I guess I should tell you what we looked like and probably should have said something sooner. He was probably 5 feet 9 inches tall and was height / weight proportionate. He was not muscle-bound like a weightlifter, but he absolutely was in shape and his chest and abdomen just turn me on every time I saw him without a shirt. He had long blonde hair that just hit his shoulders and had blue eyes. He was quite fair in complexion which was surprising as he came from a farming family. I was surprised with his blond hair to see his pubic hair was pretty much black as well as his armpit hair. Back then we didn't do manscaping. I certainly don't mind it however seeing a guy with his natural bush absolutely turns me on. To me it is very manly and if I didn't want to be with a manly guy, I would be with a woman.

    He also had a killer smile and when we would be talking with each other during free time in class if he found something I said humorous his eyes would twinkle and he would flash that great smile of his. I on the other hand was Pretty much his opposite. I was 6 feet 4 inches tall with brown hair and eyes. I was absolutely in shape but was not quite as well defined as he was. In the Spring shortly before graduation an amusement park in a neighboring State had what they called "Senior Night" we're on a Saturday night they closed the park about an hour earlier than normal. They made sure it emptied out then only High School seniors who bought tickets through their school were allowed entrance. The rules stated that you were not allowed to leave until the next morning. I imagine if there had been some type of an emergency a person could have left but once 11 p.m. hit if you were not in the park you were not going to get in at all.

    Well, it was damn cool riding all the rides in the dark. If you have never done it, you might want to give it a shot sometime. Anyway, I gave several of my friends a ride in my car and we split a hotel room so that after being up all night we could sleep the next morning instead of driving back while dead tired. It also allowed many of us to get a bit sober after drinking throughout the evening with our hidden supplies.

    During the last couple hours, we were there our group ran into Barry and he was trying to find someone he could hang with because the people he came with had to be back that next morning for whatever reason and he knew he did not want to come home and have his parents see him inebriated. I figured what the hell and offered him a ride home later since my group was going to hit the hotel room and sleep after we left the park.

    Honestly, we could have all fit in the room we had rented however I just said that I thought it would crowd our room too much and told the group I would get another room for Barry and me to share which would give them more room and they did not have to refund what I had paid earlier as my share. Everyone was fine with that. Barry pulled me aside and sheepishly told me he did not have any money for a room. I told him not to worry as I would cover it. We spent the final couple hours enjoying ourselves at the park and I love standing in line staring at Barry's ass as well as his back and chest because his T-shirt clung to him from the sweat caused by the hot evening, plenty of walking and alcohol. I truly knew nothing would happen between us however I didn't care. It would just be erotic as hell for me to be sleeping in the same room as him. I knew I would really enjoy laying in my bed knowing he was either naked or near naked in the bed next to me.

    Our awesome evening came to an end and even though we had a ball we were all worn out and ready to leave. We arrived at the hotel and my friends went directly to their room since we had already checked in. Barry's had was nodding in the car, so I told him he could just stay in the car while I went and got a room for us.

    As I entered the hotel I thought it would be awesome to get a room with just one bed, so we would have to sleep in it together. To this day I am amazed I hadn't thought of this earlier.

    I rented a room with a single queen and returned to the car and informed Barry that the only rooms available were the single ones. I tried to act like I was not pleased about it while at the same time not trying to make him feel bad.

    He then offered to sleep on the floor and I told him that was silly because there would be room for both of us since he was such a runt and it wouldn't bother me. He laughed and happily agreed while my stomach did flip-flops as I try to hide any joy from my face or in my voice.

    Once in the room, I immediately turned up the air conditioner because the room was hot and turned on the television. We both agreed that we needed to take a shower and I told him he could go first. He was fine with that and went into the bathroom. I was disappointed that he had not undressed out in our room. Although we had seen each other naked over the past 4 years on a very regular basis I still wanted another look at my dream guy's body.

    After quite some time, I heard the shower turn off and a very short period after that he came out of the bathroom with the towel wrapped around him. My heart fluttered, and my dick silently let me know of its approval. He was still wet on his chest and back, however his hair looked pretty well dried. Even though I had seen him so many times in the locker room come out of the showers with a towel wrapped around him it was a completely different experience having him walk out of the bathroom into our hotel room where it was just the two of us. I was completely mesmerized.

    While I continue to enjoy looking at his body with water droplets on his chest, he apologized to me and said there was only one towel in the bathroom, so he dried off mostly just his hair and while I showered he would sit and let himself air-dry. Then, while holding his dirty clothes in one hand he took off the towel with the other hand and handed it to me. It was all I could do to keep from dropping to my knees right at that moment and I really wanted to stare at his crotch, but I had become an expert over the years in the locker room of looking at people's eyes and then taking a glance when I could. I could feel that familiar bulge start to form in my pants so I quickly grabbed the towel, thanked him and went into the bathroom.

    As soon as I got into the bathroom and shut the door, I started to undress while holding the towel that had just been wrapped around him against my face, deeply inhaling through my nose the wonderful clean smell of his body while letting my cock rise without me trying to prevent it. I knew I would never get to experience this again, so I enjoyed it as much as I could before entering the shower. Once in the shower I envisioned him standing there naked and was again pleased that I could be blessed with what I was experiencing. I was truly a horny eighteen-year-old at that moment and found it very erotic to rub the bar of soap that he had clean himself with on my body as well.

    All good things must come to an end, so I focused on making my cock go soft and got out of the shower. It was damn hard not having it grow up again as I dried myself off. I then wrapped the towel around myself like he had done and made sure it wasn't too tight as I did not want my semi-erect cock to make the towel tent out. I quickly reminded myself that very shortly, I would be lying in bed next to my dream stud and made a promise to myself I would stay awake until he was in a deep sleep, so I could jerk off next to him without him knowing.

    As I walked out of the bathroom, I was completely stunned as Barry was sitting on the foot of the bed still stark naked although now mostly dry. He must have seen the startled look on my face and just mumbled apologetically that his underwear was still completely soaked from the sweat and he felt it would be gross to put it on after having just showered and he hoped that I was cool with it.

    I tried to nonchalantly reply that of course I was cool with it as I was going to have to do the same thing because I also did not want to put on wet stinky underwear after having just taken a shower. I guess he never actually thought about what I must have had in my suitcase that I had carried in.

    The movie Hollywood Knights was on the in-room movie, so I rented it and told Barry that I liked it and was just going to lay in bed and watch it until I fell asleep. I walked to the bed and drew down the covers. While my cock began to grow, I quickly threw off the towel and jumped in the bed under the covers when he wasn't looking.

    He then remarked he wanted to lay down as well got up and came to the other side of the bed and climbed in. I tried not to make it obvious I was looking at him or more specifically his cock, but I know I was staring. I was hoping to see him hard or even starting to grow but unfortunately, I was disappointed in seeing there was no excitement down there.

    So here we are lying in bed, totally naked and under the covers. This was probably the most torturous time in my life sexually that I ever experienced. While watching the movie we talked a little bit about the previous evening and the fun we had. Again, I had considered him a friend for several years but only a school friend. I did not feel awkward talking to him, but we really had never been alone like that and for that length of time to get to know each other even better.

    The shower had woken us both a bit, so during the movie my cock would get hard then soft, hard then soft, repeatedly. I wanted so much to reach over and caress my friend and perhaps even cuddle with him, but I knew nothing like that would ever happen. It didn't stop me from fantasizing however and while we talked, I occasionally made eye contact and I would scope out his body under the sheet and blanket while my body was filled with complete lust and desire.

    A scene came on in the movie where a cheerleader forgot to put on her underwear and when she was cheering at a pep rally, everyone could see up her skirt. Of course, this was not a porno, so we could not see the bearded clam, but it was still quite suggestive.While we were watching this, I made the comment to Barry it was too bad that none of our cheerleaders including his ex-girlfriend had ever forgotten to wear theirs. He laughed along with me, but I could see a slight bulge forming underneath the sheet and blanket, so I kept on talking about this until I saw him very slowly and carefully move his hand from beside him to up and over his lump. He was not stroking himself but with heavy concentration, I could tell he was slowly and carefully fondling his cock while trying to make sure I wouldn't be able to tell. Because I was impersonating The Bionic Man who had bionic vision, my intense scrutiny of the area of the blanket which covered his groin allowed me to see the almost imperceptible movement.

    I turned onto my left side facing Barry and propped my head on my hand while we continued to talk. My cock was raging hard and I know he would have seen an obvious tent if I had continued to lay on my back. I slowly reached down and touched the head of my cock and it felt like I had already cum due to the amount of pre-cum I had been oozing, apparently for quite some time. It felt great to touch it however I had to remove my right hand and put it back on top of the blanket again because it would have been obvious if I had played with myself. So, my cock was straining, my heart was pounding, and I could hear it beating in my ears I looked down and could see my chest slightly bounce with each pump and I realized my hands were shaking. It was pure ecstasy and torture at the same time.

    Again, my fear of being rejected by the hottest guy I had ever known as well as the risk of public humiliation prevented me from sliding my body next to his or reaching over and grabbing his cock. I had never been so horny, excited and miserable at the same time in my life. I consoled myself by realizing this would be the material for many jackoff sessions in the future and I figured probably for the rest of my life.

    Barry then said that he had to take a piss. I told him I did as well. He told me to go ahead and he would go second. Well, that couldn't happen. There was no way I was going to climb out of bed with my raging hard-on dripping all that pre-cum, to go use the bathroom and have him see it. I replied that he should go first since after all, he had brought it up first and it wouldn't be right for me to cut in front of him. I made some type of lame joke about getting kicked out of the park for cutting in line referring to the previous evening.

    We kept telling each other to go and this banter continued for a minute or so until finally Barry said, "Dude, you need to go first. That scene with the cheerleader not wearing underwear and then talking about my ex made me get hard and I can't get it down. So even if I went into the bathroom right now I wouldn't be able to pee."Of course, I knew exactly what he was saying, and I told him that I too had a raging hard-on and that is why I did not want to get out of bed either.

    So here we are, two testosterone-fueled guys who are very horny lying next to each other completely naked in bed with raging hard-ons and we both realized we had just admitted this to each other. I was mortified that I had admitted to it because I suddenly became worried he was somehow joking about it to see what I would say and now that I had admitted to it, we could no longer be friends and he might even tell people.

    I embarrassingly looked at him and feebly said with my shaking voice, "Well, that's something I've never said to anyone else before and I imagine neither have you." I then let out a feeble laugh, trying to relieve the tension I was feeling and perhaps save any dignity that might remain.

    Barry said, "Fuck it. I can't stand it anymore. You better swear to never tell anyone what you're about to see, but I trust you and I guess I'll say I'm still drunk enough that I don't know what I'm doing." With that he removed the sheet and blanket and revealed that beautiful raging hard cock of his that I had been fantasizing about during my entire high school years.

    He then reached down and grabbed his cock and started to stroke it slowly. I could see he had a lot of pre-cum oozing out of it as well. I could see he was horny as hell and I knew I was ready to explode at any second.

    With both terror and anticipation in my gut I immediately replied, "Man I swear I'll never tell a soul and to prove to you that you can trust me and I mean it..." I reached over and pulled his hand away from his cock and replaced it with mine. I then said, "Obviously I'm not going to tell anyone that you jerked your cock next to me if you can then reply back that I reached over and grabbed your cock."

    Barry pondered this for a moment, looked me right in the eyes then down at my hand on his cock, closed his eyes and said, "I guess not." Barry is now laying on his back with his eyes shut and his entire body out from under the covers and I am still on my side under the covers with my right hand slowly stroking him, pausing to fondle his balls then taking my finger and swirling it around the head of his cock, feeling the slipperiness of his pre-cum and driving him crazy with the horniness I was producing.

    I had never heard of the term "edging" nor had ever considered delaying an orgasm while masturbating myself but in that moment, I knew I did not want to stroke too quickly and cause him to cum because I wanted this to last as long as it possibly could. My number one fantasy which cause me great horniness and sadness over the past 4 years was happening and I was in the zone, focused completely on pleasing him while trying to sear into my brain every little detail with the hope of never forgetting anything so I could relive this moment for the rest of my life.

    I then told Barry my left arm was falling asleep and my right arm was getting very tired and I needed to take a quick break. He did not open his eyes but just continue to lay there and said, "Okay." Since his eyes were still closed I swirled my fingers over his cock head several more times but instead of trying to spread the pre-cum, I secretly collected as much of it as I could and then removed my hand and quickly stuck my fingers in my mouth to taste the nectar of my dreams. Damn he tasted good!

    I then looked up at Barry's face and was completely embarrassed and mortified to see that his eyes were open and pretty much knew he had to have seen me taste what his balls had produced and what his cock had allowed to ooze out. He must have seen on my face the shame I was feeling because he said, "Don't worry. Nothing happened in this room except we showered and slept. That is my story and I'm sticking to it."

    He laid his head back on the pillow and closed his eyes again. I was so relieved. I replied that I still needed to take a break as both arms were quite tired and my neck was getting sore.

    I situated myself a little closer to him and decided, what the hell. I had been playing with his cock and balls, so I was just going to lay my head on his chest and use the excuse of my break to be able to lay there and smell his body while listening to his heart and stare at his cock with the knowledge he would not be able to see me stare.

    I laid for a couple minutes like that wishing the rest of my life could be spent in this exact position knowing that this awesome guywho was probably the best-looking, most popular person to ever grace the halls of our school was not only allowing me to lay naked in the same bed as him, but was allowing me to handle his equipment and was enjoying the pleasure I produced. I also was pleased I did not feel like he was judging me at all.

    I then took my hand and put it over his nutsack but was careful to not actually touch him but just allowed my hand to brush the pubic hairs. I could hear and feel his heartbeat pick up its pace and saw his cock give a little bounce every now and then as if trying to let me know that he was there and wanted attention. I got to see some pre-cum form at his pee slit then start to drop down onto his belly.

    Suddenly, I felt his hand slide down my stomach and grab ahold of my cock while his thumb gently swirled the tip of my cock head, spreading my pre-cum over it. Eons of mankind’s genetic coding took over and I was completely at the whim of my primal urge. His cock was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, and my cock felt harder than it had ever been.

    Since I was no longer in control over my actions, I sat up while still fondling his nuts with his hand still on my cock and repositioned myself so that my cock was approximately at his shoulder, so he could continue to stroke, and I had my head laying on his magnificent hip with my face mere inches from his meat stick. I took a deep breath through my nose to enjoy that clean musky scent of a horny young man then allowed myself to breathe out so that his cock head would feel my breath. Sure enough, I saw his cock twitch several times and saw copious amounts of pre-cum begin to flow out of him.

    Without a thought or concern I then placed my mouth over his cock and allowed it to slowly pass through my lips, over my tongue until it could go no further because my chin was smashed into his gut and my nose was pushed as deeply into his balls as they could go. I could not believe how perfectly natural and fulfilling this was. His cock was past my tongue and into my throat. Even though I could no longer breathe, I left it there and could feel it twitch.

    Barry didn't say a word, but he increased his pace jerking me. I slowly lifted my head and felt his cock reverse course until the tip was on the edge of my lips. I squeezed his cock with my thumb and finger and gently milked every bit of pre-cum that I could extract from his cock and had it come out onto my lips and then tongue. I then immediately and quickly shoved my face back down his cock, causing it to once again disappear into my body and made his balls act like the bumper cushions for my nose.

    Apparently, Barry had enough of this as he grabbed my head and pushed down with both hands while he feverishly started to hump my face. With a final thrust I could feel his cock swell and then throb as he began to shoot jets of his cum. I quickly pulled my head back just enough, so I could feel the cum hit the roof of my mouth and completely cover my tongue. While this was happening, my cock began to shoot cum as well and I experienced the most intensive orgasm of my life.

    After a minute I reluctantly let his cock pop out of my mouth as it began to soften and we both just lay there feeling the fatigue catch up to us from the previous night's activity. I fell asleep with my head on his belly in a couple of minutes and I believe he may have even been asleep before I was.

    Several hours later, I woke up first and was pleased to realize it was not a dream as my head was still using Barry as a pillow. He must not have been having a great dream because his cock was soft and looked like a sailor sleeping on two duffle bags.

    I got up out of bed knowing we had a long drive ahead of us and decided to take another shower. When I got out of the shower Barry was sitting unabashedly on the bed still naked. He told me he was going to take another shower as well.As I passed the towel back to Barry he made the comment, "We must have been really fucked up when we got here this morning because I don't think I remember anything after the amusement park, do you?" while flashing me his awesome smile.I replied, smiling as well, "Nope, but I did have an awesome dream."

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    Re: Share a true same-sex story of a hookup with a straight friend?

    Did you two ever repeat the fun you had?

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    Re: Share a true same-sex story of a hookup with a straight friend?

    Nicely written

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    stretchedboxers
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    Re: Share a true same-sex story of a hookup with a straight friend?

    Unfortunately, no. Shortly after this experience, I went off to college and he stayed on the farm I believe. I then moved out of state and actually have not seen him since graduation.

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    stretchedboxers
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    Re: Share a true same-sex story of a hookup with a straight friend?

    Quote Originally Posted by csreef View Post
    Nicely written
    Thanks man. I really enjoy reading these types of stories and forums and finally decided to put the ink to the paper... Or rather the fingers to the keyboard. I'm glad you enjoyed. I have several experiences I think are pretty hot, however I feel this was my hottest experience. Again thanks for the feedback. One never knows if people actually read what you right especially when it is such a long story.

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    Re: Share a true same-sex story of a hookup with a straight friend?

    Nice book!
    Quote Originally Posted by stretchedboxers View Post
    It was 1980 and I was a senior in high school. There was a guy in my grade and we had gone to school together all four years. We both did sports and we both played football and basketball all four years.

    During our freshman and sophomore years we were also required to take physical education. Fortunately for me we both had the same PE classes all four semesters and back then everybody showered after practice as well as Phys Ed. I don't know why the school seem to have stopped this unless they just don't trust their teachers and coaches around naked High School boys. After all, who wants to attend the rest of their classes smelling like sweat or putting on their clothes after practice reeking?

    Anyway, there are many good-looking guys in my class however there was one that I was in lust with. His name was Barry and he was a star athlete in both football and basketball. He was a running back who happened to be very coordinated and was a guard in basketball. He was even a starting guard his junior year and did very well.

    He and I got along but we never actually hung out after school. not one time. We did not live very close to each other and although I got along with all the different cliques, I was too afraid to ever call him up to ask if he wanted to get together because I really didn't think he would want to and I certainly did not want that rejection from my fantasy stud. I also was afraid in the back of my mind he might figure out why sexual attraction towards him and think less of me or I might even tell a lot of other people. He was not a jerk, but I could not rule out the possibility of that happening.

    I have pretty good gaydar and I knew he was straight. He went steady all four years with the same girl who was very popular, a cheerleader and even as a gay man will admit she was beautiful. The two of them were even voted the prom king and queen. Halfway through our senior year the two of them broke up. Everyone was surprised even his friends that hung out with him on a regular basis. Rumor had it he wanted his girl to go all the way with him and she continued to want to wait. I do not know if that is the case however that is what everyone heard. I don't know how much they ever actually did but I felt if it was true she was an idiot because he was a sexual Idol in my opinion.

    I guess I should tell you what we looked like and probably should have said something sooner. He was probably 5 feet 9 inches tall and was height / weight proportionate. He was not muscle-bound like a weightlifter, but he absolutely was in shape and his chest and abdomen just turn me on every time I saw him without a shirt. He had long blonde hair that just hit his shoulders and had blue eyes. He was quite fair in complexion which was surprising as he came from a farming family. I was surprised with his blond hair to see his pubic hair was pretty much black as well as his armpit hair. Back then we didn't do manscaping. I certainly don't mind it however seeing a guy with his natural bush absolutely turns me on. To me it is very manly and if I didn't want to be with a manly guy, I would be with a woman.

    He also had a killer smile and when we would be talking with each other during free time in class if he found something I said humorous his eyes would twinkle and he would flash that great smile of his. I on the other hand was Pretty much his opposite. I was 6 feet 4 inches tall with brown hair and eyes. I was absolutely in shape but was not quite as well defined as he was. In the Spring shortly before graduation an amusement park in a neighboring State had what they called "Senior Night" we're on a Saturday night they closed the park about an hour earlier than normal. They made sure it emptied out then only High School seniors who bought tickets through their school were allowed entrance. The rules stated that you were not allowed to leave until the next morning. I imagine if there had been some type of an emergency a person could have left but once 11 p.m. hit if you were not in the park you were not going to get in at all.

    Well, it was damn cool riding all the rides in the dark. If you have never done it, you might want to give it a shot sometime. Anyway, I gave several of my friends a ride in my car and we split a hotel room so that after being up all night we could sleep the next morning instead of driving back while dead tired. It also allowed many of us to get a bit sober after drinking throughout the evening with our hidden supplies.

    During the last couple hours, we were there our group ran into Barry and he was trying to find someone he could hang with because the people he came with had to be back that next morning for whatever reason and he knew he did not want to come home and have his parents see him inebriated. I figured what the hell and offered him a ride home later since my group was going to hit the hotel room and sleep after we left the park.

    Honestly, we could have all fit in the room we had rented however I just said that I thought it would crowd our room too much and told the group I would get another room for Barry and me to share which would give them more room and they did not have to refund what I had paid earlier as my share. Everyone was fine with that. Barry pulled me aside and sheepishly told me he did not have any money for a room. I told him not to worry as I would cover it. We spent the final couple hours enjoying ourselves at the park and I love standing in line staring at Barry's ass as well as his back and chest because his T-shirt clung to him from the sweat caused by the hot evening, plenty of walking and alcohol. I truly knew nothing would happen between us however I didn't care. It would just be erotic as hell for me to be sleeping in the same room as him. I knew I would really enjoy laying in my bed knowing he was either naked or near naked in the bed next to me.

    Our awesome evening came to an end and even though we had a ball we were all worn out and ready to leave. We arrived at the hotel and my friends went directly to their room since we had already checked in. Barry's had was nodding in the car, so I told him he could just stay in the car while I went and got a room for us.

    As I entered the hotel I thought it would be awesome to get a room with just one bed, so we would have to sleep in it together. To this day I am amazed I hadn't thought of this earlier.

    I rented a room with a single queen and returned to the car and informed Barry that the only rooms available were the single ones. I tried to act like I was not pleased about it while at the same time not trying to make him feel bad.

    He then offered to sleep on the floor and I told him that was silly because there would be room for both of us since he was such a runt and it wouldn't bother me. He laughed and happily agreed while my stomach did flip-flops as I try to hide any joy from my face or in my voice.

    Once in the room, I immediately turned up the air conditioner because the room was hot and turned on the television. We both agreed that we needed to take a shower and I told him he could go first. He was fine with that and went into the bathroom. I was disappointed that he had not undressed out in our room. Although we had seen each other naked over the past 4 years on a very regular basis I still wanted another look at my dream guy's body.

    After quite some time, I heard the shower turn off and a very short period after that he came out of the bathroom with the towel wrapped around him. My heart fluttered, and my dick silently let me know of its approval. He was still wet on his chest and back, however his hair looked pretty well dried. Even though I had seen him so many times in the locker room come out of the showers with a towel wrapped around him it was a completely different experience having him walk out of the bathroom into our hotel room where it was just the two of us. I was completely mesmerized.

    While I continue to enjoy looking at his body with water droplets on his chest, he apologized to me and said there was only one towel in the bathroom, so he dried off mostly just his hair and while I showered he would sit and let himself air-dry. Then, while holding his dirty clothes in one hand he took off the towel with the other hand and handed it to me. It was all I could do to keep from dropping to my knees right at that moment and I really wanted to stare at his crotch, but I had become an expert over the years in the locker room of looking at people's eyes and then taking a glance when I could. I could feel that familiar bulge start to form in my pants so I quickly grabbed the towel, thanked him and went into the bathroom.

    As soon as I got into the bathroom and shut the door, I started to undress while holding the towel that had just been wrapped around him against my face, deeply inhaling through my nose the wonderful clean smell of his body while letting my cock rise without me trying to prevent it. I knew I would never get to experience this again, so I enjoyed it as much as I could before entering the shower. Once in the shower I envisioned him standing there naked and was again pleased that I could be blessed with what I was experiencing. I was truly a horny eighteen-year-old at that moment and found it very erotic to rub the bar of soap that he had clean himself with on my body as well.

    All good things must come to an end, so I focused on making my cock go soft and got out of the shower. It was damn hard not having it grow up again as I dried myself off. I then wrapped the towel around myself like he had done and made sure it wasn't too tight as I did not want my semi-erect cock to make the towel tent out. I quickly reminded myself that very shortly, I would be lying in bed next to my dream stud and made a promise to myself I would stay awake until he was in a deep sleep, so I could jerk off next to him without him knowing.

    As I walked out of the bathroom, I was completely stunned as Barry was sitting on the foot of the bed still stark naked although now mostly dry. He must have seen the startled look on my face and just mumbled apologetically that his underwear was still completely soaked from the sweat and he felt it would be gross to put it on after having just showered and he hoped that I was cool with it.

    I tried to nonchalantly reply that of course I was cool with it as I was going to have to do the same thing because I also did not want to put on wet stinky underwear after having just taken a shower. I guess he never actually thought about what I must have had in my suitcase that I had carried in.

    The movie Hollywood Knights was on the in-room movie, so I rented it and told Barry that I liked it and was just going to lay in bed and watch it until I fell asleep. I walked to the bed and drew down the covers. While my cock began to grow, I quickly threw off the towel and jumped in the bed under the covers when he wasn't looking.

    He then remarked he wanted to lay down as well got up and came to the other side of the bed and climbed in. I tried not to make it obvious I was looking at him or more specifically his cock, but I know I was staring. I was hoping to see him hard or even starting to grow but unfortunately, I was disappointed in seeing there was no excitement down there.

    So here we are lying in bed, totally naked and under the covers. This was probably the most torturous time in my life sexually that I ever experienced. While watching the movie we talked a little bit about the previous evening and the fun we had. Again, I had considered him a friend for several years but only a school friend. I did not feel awkward talking to him, but we really had never been alone like that and for that length of time to get to know each other even better.

    The shower had woken us both a bit, so during the movie my cock would get hard then soft, hard then soft, repeatedly. I wanted so much to reach over and caress my friend and perhaps even cuddle with him, but I knew nothing like that would ever happen. It didn't stop me from fantasizing however and while we talked, I occasionally made eye contact and I would scope out his body under the sheet and blanket while my body was filled with complete lust and desire.

    A scene came on in the movie where a cheerleader forgot to put on her underwear and when she was cheering at a pep rally, everyone could see up her skirt. Of course, this was not a porno, so we could not see the bearded clam, but it was still quite suggestive.While we were watching this, I made the comment to Barry it was too bad that none of our cheerleaders including his ex-girlfriend had ever forgotten to wear theirs. He laughed along with me, but I could see a slight bulge forming underneath the sheet and blanket, so I kept on talking about this until I saw him very slowly and carefully move his hand from beside him to up and over his lump. He was not stroking himself but with heavy concentration, I could tell he was slowly and carefully fondling his cock while trying to make sure I wouldn't be able to tell. Because I was impersonating The Bionic Man who had bionic vision, my intense scrutiny of the area of the blanket which covered his groin allowed me to see the almost imperceptible movement.

    I turned onto my left side facing Barry and propped my head on my hand while we continued to talk. My cock was raging hard and I know he would have seen an obvious tent if I had continued to lay on my back. I slowly reached down and touched the head of my cock and it felt like I had already cum due to the amount of pre-cum I had been oozing, apparently for quite some time. It felt great to touch it however I had to remove my right hand and put it back on top of the blanket again because it would have been obvious if I had played with myself. So, my cock was straining, my heart was pounding, and I could hear it beating in my ears I looked down and could see my chest slightly bounce with each pump and I realized my hands were shaking. It was pure ecstasy and torture at the same time.

    Again, my fear of being rejected by the hottest guy I had ever known as well as the risk of public humiliation prevented me from sliding my body next to his or reaching over and grabbing his cock. I had never been so horny, excited and miserable at the same time in my life. I consoled myself by realizing this would be the material for many jackoff sessions in the future and I figured probably for the rest of my life.

    Barry then said that he had to take a piss. I told him I did as well. He told me to go ahead and he would go second. Well, that couldn't happen. There was no way I was going to climb out of bed with my raging hard-on dripping all that pre-cum, to go use the bathroom and have him see it. I replied that he should go first since after all, he had brought it up first and it wouldn't be right for me to cut in front of him. I made some type of lame joke about getting kicked out of the park for cutting in line referring to the previous evening.

    We kept telling each other to go and this banter continued for a minute or so until finally Barry said, "Dude, you need to go first. That scene with the cheerleader not wearing underwear and then talking about my ex made me get hard and I can't get it down. So even if I went into the bathroom right now I wouldn't be able to pee."Of course, I knew exactly what he was saying, and I told him that I too had a raging hard-on and that is why I did not want to get out of bed either.

    So here we are, two testosterone-fueled guys who are very horny lying next to each other completely naked in bed with raging hard-ons and we both realized we had just admitted this to each other. I was mortified that I had admitted to it because I suddenly became worried he was somehow joking about it to see what I would say and now that I had admitted to it, we could no longer be friends and he might even tell people.

    I embarrassingly looked at him and feebly said with my shaking voice, "Well, that's something I've never said to anyone else before and I imagine neither have you." I then let out a feeble laugh, trying to relieve the tension I was feeling and perhaps save any dignity that might remain.

    Barry said, "Fuck it. I can't stand it anymore. You better swear to never tell anyone what you're about to see, but I trust you and I guess I'll say I'm still drunk enough that I don't know what I'm doing." With that he removed the sheet and blanket and revealed that beautiful raging hard cock of his that I had been fantasizing about during my entire high school years.

    He then reached down and grabbed his cock and started to stroke it slowly. I could see he had a lot of pre-cum oozing out of it as well. I could see he was horny as hell and I knew I was ready to explode at any second.

    With both terror and anticipation in my gut I immediately replied, "Man I swear I'll never tell a soul and to prove to you that you can trust me and I mean it..." I reached over and pulled his hand away from his cock and replaced it with mine. I then said, "Obviously I'm not going to tell anyone that you jerked your cock next to me if you can then reply back that I reached over and grabbed your cock."

    Barry pondered this for a moment, looked me right in the eyes then down at my hand on his cock, closed his eyes and said, "I guess not." Barry is now laying on his back with his eyes shut and his entire body out from under the covers and I am still on my side under the covers with my right hand slowly stroking him, pausing to fondle his balls then taking my finger and swirling it around the head of his cock, feeling the slipperiness of his pre-cum and driving him crazy with the horniness I was producing.

    I had never heard of the term "edging" nor had ever considered delaying an orgasm while masturbating myself but in that moment, I knew I did not want to stroke too quickly and cause him to cum because I wanted this to last as long as it possibly could. My number one fantasy which cause me great horniness and sadness over the past 4 years was happening and I was in the zone, focused completely on pleasing him while trying to sear into my brain every little detail with the hope of never forgetting anything so I could relive this moment for the rest of my life.

    I then told Barry my left arm was falling asleep and my right arm was getting very tired and I needed to take a quick break. He did not open his eyes but just continue to lay there and said, "Okay." Since his eyes were still closed I swirled my fingers over his cock head several more times but instead of trying to spread the pre-cum, I secretly collected as much of it as I could and then removed my hand and quickly stuck my fingers in my mouth to taste the nectar of my dreams. Damn he tasted good!

    I then looked up at Barry's face and was completely embarrassed and mortified to see that his eyes were open and pretty much knew he had to have seen me taste what his balls had produced and what his cock had allowed to ooze out. He must have seen on my face the shame I was feeling because he said, "Don't worry. Nothing happened in this room except we showered and slept. That is my story and I'm sticking to it."

    He laid his head back on the pillow and closed his eyes again. I was so relieved. I replied that I still needed to take a break as both arms were quite tired and my neck was getting sore.

    I situated myself a little closer to him and decided, what the hell. I had been playing with his cock and balls, so I was just going to lay my head on his chest and use the excuse of my break to be able to lay there and smell his body while listening to his heart and stare at his cock with the knowledge he would not be able to see me stare.

    I laid for a couple minutes like that wishing the rest of my life could be spent in this exact position knowing that this awesome guywho was probably the best-looking, most popular person to ever grace the halls of our school was not only allowing me to lay naked in the same bed as him, but was allowing me to handle his equipment and was enjoying the pleasure I produced. I also was pleased I did not feel like he was judging me at all.

    I then took my hand and put it over his nutsack but was careful to not actually touch him but just allowed my hand to brush the pubic hairs. I could hear and feel his heartbeat pick up its pace and saw his cock give a little bounce every now and then as if trying to let me know that he was there and wanted attention. I got to see some pre-cum form at his pee slit then start to drop down onto his belly.

    Suddenly, I felt his hand slide down my stomach and grab ahold of my cock while his thumb gently swirled the tip of my cock head, spreading my pre-cum over it. Eons of mankind’s genetic coding took over and I was completely at the whim of my primal urge. His cock was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, and my cock felt harder than it had ever been.

    Since I was no longer in control over my actions, I sat up while still fondling his nuts with his hand still on my cock and repositioned myself so that my cock was approximately at his shoulder, so he could continue to stroke, and I had my head laying on his magnificent hip with my face mere inches from his meat stick. I took a deep breath through my nose to enjoy that clean musky scent of a horny young man then allowed myself to breathe out so that his cock head would feel my breath. Sure enough, I saw his cock twitch several times and saw copious amounts of pre-cum begin to flow out of him.

    Without a thought or concern I then placed my mouth over his cock and allowed it to slowly pass through my lips, over my tongue until it could go no further because my chin was smashed into his gut and my nose was pushed as deeply into his balls as they could go. I could not believe how perfectly natural and fulfilling this was. His cock was past my tongue and into my throat. Even though I could no longer breathe, I left it there and could feel it twitch.

    Barry didn't say a word, but he increased his pace jerking me. I slowly lifted my head and felt his cock reverse course until the tip was on the edge of my lips. I squeezed his cock with my thumb and finger and gently milked every bit of pre-cum that I could extract from his cock and had it come out onto my lips and then tongue. I then immediately and quickly shoved my face back down his cock, causing it to once again disappear into my body and made his balls act like the bumper cushions for my nose.

    Apparently, Barry had enough of this as he grabbed my head and pushed down with both hands while he feverishly started to hump my face. With a final thrust I could feel his cock swell and then throb as he began to shoot jets of his cum. I quickly pulled my head back just enough, so I could feel the cum hit the roof of my mouth and completely cover my tongue. While this was happening, my cock began to shoot cum as well and I experienced the most intensive orgasm of my life.

    After a minute I reluctantly let his cock pop out of my mouth as it began to soften and we both just lay there feeling the fatigue catch up to us from the previous night's activity. I fell asleep with my head on his belly in a couple of minutes and I believe he may have even been asleep before I was.

    Several hours later, I woke up first and was pleased to realize it was not a dream as my head was still using Barry as a pillow. He must not have been having a great dream because his cock was soft and looked like a sailor sleeping on two duffle bags.

    I got up out of bed knowing we had a long drive ahead of us and decided to take another shower. When I got out of the shower Barry was sitting unabashedly on the bed still naked. He told me he was going to take another shower as well.As I passed the towel back to Barry he made the comment, "We must have been really fucked up when we got here this morning because I don't think I remember anything after the amusement park, do you?" while flashing me his awesome smile.I replied, smiling as well, "Nope, but I did have an awesome dream."

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    I remember one of the few mutual jacking sessions I have had was with my step-cousin. He had seen my dick before when I got out of the shower one day, but I had never seen his. One day I was at his place looking at some porn on his PC when he brought up a picture of a guy with a big dick. He mentioned that from what he had seen, I looked about as big as the guy in the pic.

    I asked him how big he was, and he said that he was very small, and very shy about it. All of this talk had made us both hard, so I asked him to show me. When he took it out, it was very small and quite thin, but he had a raging boner. Seeing him made me instamtly start to leak precum, and when I took mine out, it was starting to drip in a string. We compared ours and sure enough, I was much bigger, and equally hard.

    We put them side by side and compared them, and talked about our differences. For similarity, we both had a slightly downward curve, and we both were cut. He had a really nicely defined head, and everything, although small, was in perfect proportion. In fact his dick looked like a miniature version of my own.

    I told him to go back to the porn and I would stroke him while he looked at more pics. We both like pics of curvy girls with big tits, so we both were hard at the scenery. He came across a few MMF pics, and I noticed that as he looked at each one in the series, he started to leak a little precum. I let it run down his head a little before I gently ran my finger gently through his pee hole, which caused him to moan and ask that I stop so he would not cum so soon.

    Now it was my turn to look at the pics while he stroked me. I chose some pics of guys in various stages of jacking off, and many had nice drops of precum on their heads. By then I was really leaking, and he told me that he had never seen a dick leak so much. I coached him on how I like to edge a little, and he really picked up on my technique. He lightly stroked me as a large drop of precum ran down my head, then unexpectedly he leaned down and licked up the drop, running his tongue from the drip all the way following the drip line to my peehole. As he flicked his tongue across my peehole, I told him to stop so I would not cum too soon.

    Then we sat facing each other, and we intertwined our legs so that we could get our dicks together, underside to underside. When we put our heads together, I noticed that his balls were rubbing my shaft about 2/3 the way up. It was an awesome feeling, and we took turns slowly jacking our twin dick. With both of our precum mixing, I was the first to cum, and he followed a few seconds later. Wow we both really came a lot, and I was surprised that his small dick would make such a load.

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    Wow, stretchedboxers----what an incredibly hot and moving story. Incredibly well written.

    I love reading stories like this and while reading it---it stirred my cock to a nice hard-on!

    I do wonder how many guys do have such stories like this in their pasts, but they almost forget them only to have vague memories many years later?

    Thanks for sharing your memories of this experience. A really great story.

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    First time sex was with a guy about my age ,we were 16. Was in his basement and started fooling around and one thing led to another and he asked me if I would suck him, I said ,sure, back then I wasn't sure about my sexuality. Had four sisters younger than me. I got him hard and he was about 7" and thick,I wasn't as big as he was, in status or dick size (he had big hands so I felt small in them) then he ask if he could fuck me,so I let him, he put a condom on and pushed it in gently ,after he was in, I was in heaven,I didn't want him to pull out ever, after a while he said something about the condom broke, I said I didn't care. We fucked for a few more minutes, then his mom yelled that supper was ready and he had to pull out. :-( And after that time every time he and I were alone, I would suck him off or get him to fuck me. and he would suck me off. I tried to fuck him one time,but for some reason I couldn't keep it hard, but I was contended him fucking me. After high school, I lost track of him, I went into the military. Just recently found him on Facebook through his wife's name, haven't talked to him, but would like to have him one more time.

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    My story of this sort took place between myself and another "boy." We were both 15 years old.

    He and I met when after my family had just moved down to Georgia from Ohio when my dad got a new job and we took a trip across the state to both go see other places in our new home state and for him to meet with the guy he worked with who was with one of my dad's new company's biggest customer, a maker of large farm implements like combine harvesters.

    Our two families ate together at a really nice, "landmark" restaurants in the town we were visiting.

    When it came time for the evening to end, the boy's mother invited me to spend the night at their house with their son, Mark.

    I agreed and so I went with them. Mark was their only son and we had immediately hit it off.

    When we got to their home, Mark and his mom lead me to his living space, which was up in the attic. It was a really cool thing that they were doing---the attic was big and they were in the process of creating him a living space that was really cool for a teenage boy.

    So far, they had not made too much progress only having some framing up and the only section to the point that had been completed was the bathroom space. They had run air ducts up there and with it being the only part to be walled off, only the bathroom had AC and of course being summer in South Georgia and no other air ducts working--it was hot up there. They did have some big fans running but for the meantime, they had built a deck area on the roof, between two large dormers that each had doors in them.

    On the deck area, they had built a covered and screened in structure and in that space---there was a platform that served as his bed that he put a mattress on to sleep.

    His mom was going through her final check on us, making sure I had what I needed and such and when she finally said her good nights to us and went downstairs, Mark wasted no time in first taking off his shirt then his pants, only dressed in his undies.

    "It does feel better to get as undressed as you can, go ahead and get more comfortable if you want too." He was right, I was in long pants and was hot, so I got down to my undies too.

    Needing to take a pee, I went into the bathroom area and when I came back out, Mark surprised me in that he had taken his undies off and was totally naked.

    "Actually, when I am up here alone, I just get naked, that actually feels best. Feel free to do the same if you want."

    I was already a "closet nudist" myself and since he was naked----I figured "what the heck" so I took off mine and put them with my clothes.

    Mark had me help him take the mattress outside and when we put it on the platform, we sat down on it together. He had brought some cigarettes out along with something else hidden in the pack----a nice big fat joint of reefer.

    After smoking some cigs and the pot, before long, we began to get "the giggles" over something-----if you ever smoked pot---you know how that goes and also being a couple of naked, horny teen boys---the topic of discussion was soon about what else but SEX!

    By that point we were laying side by side on the mattress---it was not all that wide----so our bodies were touching--for the sake of the story, I was on the left side of the bed, Mark on the right, so my right arm and leg touching his left ones--there was no way that we were not going to have body contact. He was taller and larger than me and he took up the majority of the bed.

    Mark asked me if I had any girlfriends which I told him no that not only did I not yet have one in Savannah, I have never had one beyond the little "crush" things that kids have. He asked me if I had ever had any sex and I told him that I hadn't--only that I had maybe groped a girl, felt her boobs and a finger inside of her and had a girl feel my cock but nothing beyond that.

    Mark said he hadn't had anything beyond that as well with a girl too.

    Talking about sex, Mark started to stroke himself, saying that he sure did love to jerk off--that he jerked off as much as he could, whenever he could. It was something that he was doing that in front of me because up to that point, any other guy I had known, didn't admit he jerked and surely wouldn't do that with another guy around like Mark was doing.

    "I am jerking, go ahead too." I sort of stammered and was trying to say that I didn't jerk off too---but he wasn't buying that. "Oh come on man, you know you jerk and love it---all guys do."

    Well, he started to really work his dick and I joined him, stroking my now hard cock.

    As he was doing that, he started doing something new, he began to move his left leg back and forth, making more contact with my leg, then with his left hand, I felt his slide it inside my right thigh and began to "caress" the thigh---it was feeling good and before I knew it--he slid his hand around my cock moving my hand out of the way--oh it felt so good to feel the hand of another person touching my cock.

    Silently, he took my right hand and moved it to his cock--it felt good too.

    Mark then started talking about blow jobs, asking if I had ever had one or if I had done one. I did tell him about a time when I was a younger boy of getting with another boy of that age, that we got naked together and tried to do as much as we could but that our tiny cocks didn't yet get hard and shoot cum.

    Now the next part has always been hazy--the next thing I know--he is sucking my dick and by that point--I didn't last anytime at all-OH MY GOD it felt good to have his mouth on my cock and I shot a load in it that he sucked every last drop.

    You can imagine what happened next.

    "Suck mine, start by just kissing the head..." I did as he directed---first a slight kiss, then he said "run your tongue on the head and the pee slit." I tasted his oozing precum--it tasted good!

    The next thing I recall--I am going down on him and of course----before long he said in that way we do: "Feels good--I am cumming!! Oh YES!!"

    Man did he cum!! Being the first time having that happen---I was doing my best to keep up with his huge load---it seemed that it was going everywhere--but I was eating up as much of it as I could.

    We had at least one more mutual sucking session before we fell asleep, in each others arms and wrapped around one another.

    We got up in the morning--took a shower--maybe together--I don't recall then they took me back to where my folks were staying and we headed out of town.

    This being long before the internet, we did begin a communication---via letters and some phone calls.

    Sadly--while we had planned to get together again----he was going to come stay with my family and I had told him that when he did---I had found this really cool place in the coastal waters of the Savannah area---an island only accessible by boat---that people went where they would be naked and they did have sex--I saw straights, gays and lesbians together out there.

    Mark told me that he had a thing going with a neighbor boy--who was a bit older---with that guy fucking him and that he wanted to fuck me because it felt so good and he wanted to make me feel good like that too.

    We never got to do that because one day, my dad came home from work with some terrible news----Mark liked to ride dirt bikes--motorcycle and he had a wreck that killed him. I was really bummed to be sure. Pretty much devastated because even though I guess I did not realize it---but I had least if I did not love him--I surely had "feelings" for him.

    But being young--I did go on and time does heal such things----I had soon finally "gotten lucky" with one girl and for me ---after that at that age--I was off and running having fun being with females and only would have a very few "things" with other guys that were mostly some one off times of maybe some mutual jerking and sucking while in college and later. I did have one short, very intense sexual relationship with a guy I met in the service in my mid-20s---once again--one of those "things from out of the blue." After that----I didn't do anything with another guy till some years later....

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    ^^^ That too, was a good story, God, I could see every thing that happened!

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    Re: Share a true same-sex story of a hookup with a straight friend?

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    I first met Gary about 25 years ago at work. We socialized a bit together as couples with our wives; dining out, hosting at each other's house, dancing, parties, and the like. About two years into our friendship, we were doing the couples thing at a jazz club when Gary and I hit the restroom together. While urinating Gary stepped back and turned somewhat towards me, cock in hand, as if to say "Here's mine. Show me yours." So I stepped back so he could see my cock as I put it back in my pants. Gary's cock was awesome! Thick, uncut, and a good 6" long soft. My cock is cut and 6" (at that time) rock hard; a "grower", only 3" soft. We didn't say anything, and no outward expressions. We just showed each other our cocks, put them away, and went back to the table.

    At that point I was getting mixed signals as to what Gary was up to. In all of our conversations, Gary and his wife always came across as very conservative; downright straight and a bit on the prudish side (especially his wife!). I didn't know if Gary was just an exhibitionist and voyeur...or what. Anyway, after that time, every time we found ourselves in a bathroom together, Gary made it a point to show his cock to me. This went on for years without anything ever being said or done. I recall one time he showed it to me he had one hell of a boner; every bit of 8", with the head fully exposed. It was beautiful and made me drool.

    Gary and I play golf, and from day one we both knew each other played golf, but we didn't start golfing together until about 7 or 8 years ago. His cock flashing antics continued on the golf course. When ever he took a leak out on the course, he made sure he stood so that I could see him. Some times he would be facing me, giving me full view of his cock and dangling balls, at the same time carrying on a conversation. But all these years that he was showing me his cock, I was still getting the signals that he was absolutely straight and not interested in guys.

    Well finally about three years ago (before all my surgeries left me impotent), I couldn't take it any more. We were playing golf together a couple times a week and he was showing his cock off to me 3 or 4 times every time we played. Of course, I reciprocated. Now my cock was not near as impressive as his, but I made sure he got a good look at it every time I got it out. But I was to the point I wanted his cock bad and, even though I fretted about the risk of not only messing up a friendship but also getting outed, I had to make a play for his cock.

    We were playing early one weekday morning and were one of only 3 threesums on the course. We were back in a secluded part of the course and stopped for a pis break. We stood next to each other, cocks in hand and fully exposed. I thought "This is it. I'm going for it. Either he'll go for it or kick me out of the cart along with my golf clubs, but I'm going for it!" When he stopped pissing, I reached over and took his cock in my hand and gently stroked it a bit. The look of surprise on his face was priceless, but it was quickly replaced with a look of longing and satisfaction. So I continued stroking his cock, moving over in front of him so I could also fondle his balls. It wasn't long until he had a rock hard cock that was pointing skyward. I dropped to my knees, took his cock into my mouth, and started sucking. He moaned. At this point my cock was also rock hard but Gary made no move for it. He put his hands on my shoulders as if to say "Don't stop!" Well I sucked that magnificent cock of his until he let out a groan and unloaded the biggest load of cum I had had in my mouth in some time. It was luscious! I stood up in front of Gary with my cock pointed skyward and his cock now hanging limply and pointing at the ground. All Gary could say is "I had no idea." There was an awkward moment while I stood in front of him with my rock hard cock, expecting some kind of reciprocation from him. Instead, Gary put his cock away and turned to go back to the cart and resume playing golf. So I put my cock back in my pants and went on.

    Well at least from this point I knew where I stood with Gary. Gary was straight. I sucked his cock many times after that on the golf course, but he never touched me. We finally did talk about it and Gary divulged to me that his wife did not like to suck cock and, when she did, she was lousy at it and would not take him all the way to orgasm. So to have his own personal cocksucker as a golf partner was fine with him....and me too!


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    I am enjoying the stories----I hope we get more of them. I hope that everyone liked mine--it is a nice memory oh so many years ago now--that was like the summer of '75. That time seems like an entirely different world than the one we have now.

    Right now--the world is fast turning into a very scary place....

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    yes 12volty i did like ur story alot. wonderfull memory with a good friend. those are allways good sexual or not. sorry he passed that must of been very sad. but i think the world has allways been scary though i hear about life in the 70's it seems people weren't so uptight about certain things. just not about lgbt as they are now so at least we got that now. though there's more work to do there too......

 

 

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