A Guy's Second Erotica Post
Hi,
Well, it's me again - Brian in Ohio. I've had a rough couple weeks or so and after receiving so many positive follow-ups to my first post I decided to take finger to keyboard once again. I can't thank everyone enough for all the words of encouragement which I received. I will try to quickly answer the questions I got the most.
- Yes, I really am 17. I'm a graduating senior and will be attending Ohio State in the fall. - Yes, the guys I wrote about do exist. Then, as in the story which follows, all characters are based and described as they really exist. - No, the guys really aren't gay. It's only my imagination that brought them to the banks of the Maumee River.
Brian
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My Best Friends in the World
"Jeff, can you come over right away? I really need you, buddy."
"Yeah, sure thing, Bri. I'll be over in about five minutes."
I managed to crack a smile through on my tear-stained face. I'd be crying straight for almost a half hour now and it showed no signs of letting up. I hadn't been this depressed since the Fourth of July when he took her to the downtown Toledo fireworks instead of me. It hadn't been this bad for a very long time.
My name is Brian, I'm seventeen years old, and live in a pleasant, upper-middle class suburb of Toledo, Ohio. My town is an old, historic community of about fifteen thousand. I go to high school and will graduate in a mere matter of days. I won't leap into the two hour version of my miserable life. I learned very quickly that no one really wants to hear that stuff. I'll be brief. I was born with several strikes against me. First off, I have an eccentric family. They're loving, not quite to the point of being dysfunctional, but they're eccentric and have honed their abilities to make my life more difficult. Family life has never been more than just bearable. If that wasn't enough, I was born smart. Since I was seven years old I was ostracized and made fun of for loving to learn. It wasn't until I got older that I learned to play the status game and become one of the most popular guys at school. All these conflicts and difficulties would soon pale before an even greater challenge. I was born gay.
For years and years I didn't allow myself the risk of confronting "the Problem" head on. I desparately sought a girlfriend, I desparately sought a cure. It wasn't until I was a sophomore in high school that I realized what my life's fate really meant.
Andy was my first best friend and it wasn't until a year or two later that I figured out all the dynamics of our relationship. Up to three years before we started to hang out together I remember intense sexual fantasies involving Andy. Andy in the shower, Andy at the beach, Andy and I in passionate embraces. It was through Andy that I made the next closest friendship of my life.
His name was Jeff. Jeff and I didn't have too much in common - at least on the surface. I was the intellectual, the politically active type, the status seeker. I've always abhorred sports and can barely stand more than five minutes of a football game. Jeff was exactly the opposite. His life was football. Every year he was the star player on the team and made the girls swoon and dated many of these such swooned girls. Jeff was the body builder and got a big kick out of showing off his "pipes" to us at school. I never really looked at Jeff in a sexual way. He was more like a protective big brother.
It was towards Andy that my sexual energies went, as did my emotional. Within a space of about three months I was rather dismayed to discover that I had fallen in love with him. We began to spend more time together. It was around the beginning of our junior year that "the guys" resurrected the elementary school tradition of the sleepover. About once or twice a month we'd all end up at Andy's house.
Since those days I've been able to look back on the sleepovers and chuckle. Everyone would strip down to boxers within a few minutes of bedding down. Andy would inevitably be wearing boxers that were just a bit too small to provide for modesty. Before we went to bed rough and tumble games were the order of the evenings. I would gasp for air as the hottest guys in my class, functionally naked, would wrestle and smash their naked flesh against each other. I saw "functionally naked" because modesty wasn't a great priority at these events. Yeah, everyone had on boxers, but enough open frontal flaps and accidentally awkward glimpses gave the effect of being around a bunch of naked guys. Most people were quite modest at heart, but didn't mind at all if just "the guys" saw their parts in casual horseplay.
Andy thinks he's very funny. Actually, he is. At one memorable sleepover in particular he thought it to be absolutely hilarious to expose his naked backside to the others. He must have done this a half dozen times that night. Wearing only these skimpy boxers, he's pull them down just far enough to show just about everything. I have lots of happy memories of seeing him 95% naked in front of me with his boxers almost down to his knees. I never saw him from the front. Andy had a rather odd manner of handling nudity. He'd be perfectly comfortable waving around his bare ass and sitting around in boxers, but he'd invariably go into another room to change.
This was nothing less than infuriating. I was lowered to the state of madly trying to catch glimpses of things he wasn't willing to share. I remember once being in his room when just he and I were spending the night at his house after a night of partying before. He and I were walking around in boxers talking about the night before. All of a sudden he leaped back into his bed back first. He sat there on his back with his legs spread while he chatted. I don't believe he realized that absolutely EVERYTHING was quite visible. He was talking about hot girls at the party the night before while I was watching his penis and testicles move around in their nest of pubic hair. He only sat like that for a few minutes before he went in to shower. His bathroom is adjacent to his bedroom, so he took off his boxers right in front of the door. Of course, he didn't turn around (modesty, remember) and he kind of covered up his genitals with his hands when he walked into the bathroom. He left the shower door cracked and I managed to position myself for a very nice view reflected off a mirror. I saw him come out, water dripping down off his wet cock. He dried off in front of the mirror and proceeded to shave and brush his teeth in the nude, all the while carrying on a conversation through the partially cracked door. I don't remember a single word of that conversation, but I could describe every up and down movement his cock made in that five minute or so timespan. His scrotum hung low and his dick tight. It was beautiful enough to inspire tears.
Late last July the three of us, me, Jeff, and Andy, decided to mount an overnight camping expedition down the famous Maumee River. Andy's modesty was enough to frustrate me beyond end. Here we are, three guys, and he continued to persist in requesting that we turn around when he was changing. Jeff and I didn't really care one way or another. If we had to get out of wet swim suits we'd just drop them where they lie and walk around in the buff over to our camping gear. It was on this trip that I first got my est glimpses of Jeff naked. True, at sleepovers I'd gotten my share of quick glances through narrow openings, but here on the banks of the river Jeff was more open then ever before. For some time I'd been so infatuated with Andy that I'd never noticed Jeff's extraordinarily well-defined body. The first prolonged look I got of Jeff was from behind. I remember clearly looking at every muscle and sinew and how they all worked together. His naked backside wasn't just an erotic object, but rather a powerful symbol of human masculinity. As he turned around I almost focused inmore on his chest than on his genitals. I knew that he'd been working out for some time, but I had no idea that he looked this good. His chest was fairly hairless and then lead down to the soft fur surrounding his equally powerful-looking cock. His thighs were relatively large and screamed power. Power. Jeff's body was pure power and it was only equalled by his powerful adolescent personality. Jeff had long been a steadfast and supportive friend. Seeing him here naked before me, I began to view a sex object.
Around midnight that same night Jeff and I wanted to go swimming in the buff in the river. Andy (of course) was too modest, but he volunteered to spot us in case one of us slipped on a rock or something. Jeff and I were somewhat embarrassed to be just plain naked together instead of naked together because you're changing clothes or showering. We splashed around and dove into the cool water for awhile before returning to shore with Andy. Walking back was rather embarrassing, but with the effective use of our hands to preserve modesty in front of Andy he arrived and threw on some boxers to sleep in. The next morning Andy dutifully asked us to turn around as he changed into some clean swim trunks for the return trip. I sort of sighed and said to myself, "yeah, right." I watched out of the corner of my eye. The view wasn't perfect, but I saw him quickly pull down his boxers over his taunt cock. He kicked them aside and pulled up the swim trunks.
The next few months were very rough for me. I could spend twice as long describing and cataloguing the events in my emotional attachement to Andy as my sexual attachement. I loved him and it really hurt bad. He and I would have long talks on the phone late at night. We'd go out to eat and see a movie on occasion. To him these were nothing, to me they were passionate dates. Andy got a girlfriend and within a year they were quite serious. My time with Andy was suffering and I was feeling very alone. Jeff took over Andy's supportive role, though was somewhat confused about why I was getting so bent out of shape over another guy.
It was almost exactly a full year ago that I came out to both Andy and Jeff. They were suitiably shocked to learn that I was gay, but all of a sudden a lot of things made sense. Needless to say, the sleepovers and campouts stopped. Andy never wavered in his support, but things were never the same between us. I already mentioned the Fourth of July. I fully expected to see the fireworks with him, but he went with his girlfriend. I began to get angry at Andy for stupid things and our relationship suffered. Jeff helped me out and we'd talk about the necessity of getting over Andy and moving on with my life. I was seventeen and had never had a single sexual experience, nor any romantic escapades. I really felt alone.
Last night was the annual, end of the year senior campout at a campgrounds up in Michigan. Dozens of my friends came and by about midnight we were all sufficiently drunk to have a good time. [N.B. I'm by no means advocating that alcohol is needed for a good time. No, but it sure does help an awful lot] We all either went to bed or passed out around three in the morning. I did genuinely enjoy myself. And, I got the biggest thrill out of seeing all the guys' penises as they urinated just a few feet away from the campsite.
I was the first one up the next day - I got up right at dawn. It was a hot early summer morning and the morning air was already humid and sticky. I walked around the sight and looked in the various tents. I didn't know where Andy had slept. I finally ended up in front of a small two-man, green canvas tent. I looked in and was immediately sick. There was Andy's girlfriend, covered up underneath a blanket. And there was Andy. Buck naked. He was uncovered and lying on his back. He was beginning to wake and nonchalantly reached down and scratched himself.
At that point I still could not accept that that girlfriend of his could have Andy in that emotional, loving way in which I would never have him. Now I had to face the fact that sexually she had him as well. That was too much. I drove home immediately. I must have cried for an hour straight. That's when I called Jeff up on the phone.
"Jeff, can you come over right away? I really need you, buddy."
"Yeah, sure thing, Bri. I'll be over in about five minutes."
Soon the doorbell rang and I told Jeff to come in. My parents were chaparoning a soccer tournament with my sister's soccer team up in Canton, Michigan. I had the house to myself. Jeff had canceled working out at the school's weight room to be with and comfort me. He was wearing brightly white new tennis shoes, blue jeans, and a goofy t-shirt that said "XXL High School Athletics: We works ours off so we can kick yours." Jeff is perhaps one of the most supportive people I know. He comes from a long line of emotional and caring Italians always willing to offer a hug or embrace. His hair was cut short and he took off a high school football department cap when he walked in.
Jeff gave me a big, customary, "it's gonna be all right" hugs. I led him to my living room and we sat down close next to each other on our couch. I told him everything about the night before. I occasionally would pause for sobs and he would look pained to see a friend hurting so much. Jeff had been hearing for a year about how my feelings for Andy had made my life a brutal hellish cycle of confusion, sorrow, and isolation. Jeff had been there by my side and now it hurt him to see me at my worst.
I couldn't go on with my story. I stopped babbling about my feelings and just started to openly sob. Jeff put his arm around me and pulled me close. I put my head down on his powerful, muscular chest and cried. I sensed that Jeff was getting choked up, too. Jeff pulled me even tighter. I could feel his left nipple poking through his t- shirt. Being so close to that perfect torso began to take my mind off of my problems as I began to get quite turned on.
Then Jeff did something rather odd. He kissed me twice on my head. Now, Jeff is known for being an all around touchy-feely sort of guy. He's always willing to offer hugs and warm touches, but at this point he was going further than even Jeff's lax standards considered appropriate. My head was still buried in his chest as he reached around with his other arm and put both his arms around me. He held me and bent his head down to kiss my forehead. I looked up into his eyes. I will never forget that look in his eyes. It wasn't an "okay, I'm horny, let's do it" look, but it wasn't a frightened look of "hey, I'm sorry for going too far." That look gave me a ten hour lecture in the meaning of love and masculine friendship in a five second glance. Our eyes connected and locked. His look said to me, "Brian, it's time." It was time. I had been so emotionally strung out over Andy that I had never taken the time to notice what had happened to Jeff and me.
Jeff lied down backwards on the couch and pulled me with him. We lied horizontally on the couch, me on top. Our heads, our noses, our eyes were an inch apart. Then our lips met. We passionately kissed and kissed. Our manly bodies writhed as our mouths locked in an almost violent intensity. Tongues fought and maniacal suction consumed us. I began to kiss his cheeks, he began to kiss my earlobe. I sucked his neck, he pressed his lips all over my forhead. Noses, ears, lips, teeth, eyebrows - all were common property.
We both knew where this was leading. Our hands began to explore each other's body. I felt those powerful muscles. I squeezed his biceps and once again buried my head in his awesome torso. He reached back and grasped my buttocks, slowly kneading them through my own blue jeans.
Jeff crossed his legs and kicked off his shoes to the floor. Both of us were in stocking feet. I reached down and grasped the belt buckle of Jeff's jeans. I slowly undid it as we continued our passionate gropes. Still, at this point, no one had grasped that seat of our manhood, our genitals. I finished undoing the belt. I unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped his zipper. He was wearing immaculate white briefs. All this time I was almost oblivious to Jeff's actions. He too had undid my own belt and unbuttoned the top button. I clumsily got Jeff out of his Jeans. We still were grasping each other, and it was difficult to slide his jeans down off his waist. I got them to his knees and took a break to stroke his downy thighs. I pulled them down to his ankles. He kicked them off to the floor and lied there on the couch in his t-shirt and briefs. I saw what a spectacular bulge awaited me down there.
While still kissing him, I reached down to his thighs again. I slowly snuck my hand under the elastic on his briefs around his left leg. I touched his testicles first. I felt the peculiar texture of his tight scrotum and moved up my fingers to his only semi-erect penis. I took my hand out of his briefs and was about ready to help him get my jeans off.
"Brian," Jeff whispered, "can we go somewhere else?" I looked around and realized we were still in my downstairs living room.
"Upstairs. My room."
Jeff stood up, wearing only his t-shirt, white briefs, and socks. I sat there on the couch looking up at his perfect body, my jeans unbuttoned and unzipped to reveal plaid boxers. Jeff lunged down and picked me up. He began to carry me up the steps. He left his jeans downstairs. I couldn't resist and put my hands in his briefs as we went upstairs. His dick was calming down a bit and I could manipulate and wiggle in around. He threw me down on my bed. I lied there as in one stroke he took off my jeans and boxers. He pulled them down to my knees, paused to view my supple, erect cock, and then pulled them around my ankles. He crawled on top of me and we kissed. I felt my genitals rub against his which were still oppressed by the white fabric. We rhythmically moved our hips and rubbed them together.
We were both still in our t-shirts - Jeff in his briefs and me naked from the waist down. Jeff went down on my cock. He really attacked it. His powerful mouth sucked and licked furiously. He only paused once to put my entire scrotum and balls into his gaping mouth. I bent over him and stretched to grab his ass. I pushed back the elastic to see his powerful bare ass. I rubbed it and stroked it.
Soon I couldn't bare not seeing his genitals any longer. I slipped my cock out of his mouth and bent my own head down to his crotch. I whipped off his briefs and threw them across the room. Seeing his powerful cock, next to his powerful, downy thighs was a shock. I never expected it to be so perfect, so strong, so powerful. Before attacking it as Jeff had done to me, I merely kissed the tip. I began to only engulf the perfectly rounded tip in my mouth. I heard Jeff experience the pleasure. We readjusted into a sixty-nine position and enjoyed each other for an eternity.
At one point Jeff fell off the bed during our passionate love making. I leaned over the side and spread my legs wide. He kneeled on the floor and I put my hands underneath his t-shirt to caress his fleshy muscles. I stripped him of his t-shirt as I took off mine. I sat before him totally naked as he knelt before me totally naked. I moved my spread legs around his body and kneaded his buttocks with my bare feet while he kissed my navel and rubbed his chin and cheeks through my pubic hair. About five more minutes of this intense pace brought our mutual climax. Cum flew and we collapsed picturesquely in each other's arms. We were both exhausted and fell asleep with our now fatigued genitals touching.
When we both had awoken Jeff called his parents and said he'd be spending the night at another sleepover at Brian's house. We spent hours and hours acting out every fantasy we could think of. Most just involved hanging out, playing games, eating, and wrestling in the nude. I could have just sat there for hours pondering the strength in Jeff's muscular form. Never having a lover previously I had never known what it was like to have another cock to manipulate and fondle with as much ease and comfort as your own. We ended up watching t.v. together while we stroked and held each other's penises in our hands. The next morning Jeff went home after we had a long talk. I sensed that he was somewhat confused about how the whole thing had happened.
My outlook on life is a bit different today. I'm still depressed and still hurt, but just maybe things are going to work out. Just maybe.
=== The End ===
I love Andy ...