Hey, I'm George. The following story depicts an experience I had about 6 months ago. I was 16 at the time. I'm not really sure why I felt the need to write it all down. I guess I just like thinking about it and letting Brian read it...Anyway, hope you enjoy
After another boring day at school myself and Brian, my best friend, spent the afternoon at his house. It was just the same as any other day; we watched a few episodes of The Simpsons, listened to some music, took Rambo for a walk (yeah he really called his dog Rambo, but mine is called Noodles so I guess I'm as pathetic as him) and we talked about the same ol' useless shit as always while we walked round the river.
His parents got divorced recently and Brian pretends he's ok with it, but I can tell it's really bothering him. A few weeks ago his dad moved into a small flat about 10 miles away so it's just him and his mum in that big house now. And believe me living with Brian's mum would be enough to drive anyone insane. I know she means well and stuff but she doesn't give Brian room to breathe. She's the kinda mum who would absolutely love to be able to tell Brian what to wear and how to style his hair. Of course, now that he's 16, and can do pretty much whatever he wants, he's making up for all the times she made him wear knitted jumpers with little firemen on them.
Let me just tell you a little bit about Brian. He's one of those people who sits at the back of the class and daydreams, but manages to remember everything the teacher says. He'd rather listen than talk, and although he's smart and has good ideas, he doesn't share his thoughts with just anyone. He's about 5'8" and thin, I'm not sure how much he weighs but it couldn't be much more than 130lbs. No matter how much he eats and works out he doesn't seem to gain any weight. He definitely doesn't have a Sylvester Stallone body and his clothes are used to give him a sort of "bad boy" look.
You see he has the most beautiful red hair, milky white skin, high cheekbones and the most striking green eyes. He wears black T-shirts with pictures of Bowie, Marilyn Manson, Deep Purple, Ozzy etc, baggy black jeans and a long black leather jacket. His hair completes the whole look. It's long; a few inches from his waist, straight and as shiny as the hair of the girls in he shampoo commercials. Being a kid with ginger hair couldn't have been easy. He was teased constantly and had about 20 nicknames, all of which concerned his ginger hair. Luckily, by the time he was about 13, his hair colour had changed completely and was bright red. Not just red but like...well so red it's just indescribable. He also has a really cute smile, a mischievous little grin. All in all, Brian is interesting and absolutely beautiful.
As for me, well, I'm pretty average looking. I'm 5'11" and weigh about 150lbs. My hair's blonde and almost to my shoulders, but not quite long enough to tie back. My eyes are blue with a little circle of green around the pupil.
When Brian and I got back we locked Rambo in the garden and went into the house to get something to eat. His mum nearly knocked us down as she ran to the door. "Gotta run, car accident, working double shifts, food in the microwave, be good." She shouted as she ran down the path and opened the door of the Range Rover parked in the driveway, nearly pulling it off its hinges. Brian's mum is a doctor at the local hospital; in fact I think she's the only doctor because anytime there's an accident she's called in right away. "Hmmm, an empty house on a Saturday night. I feel a night of weed, drink and TV approaching." Brian said, laughing. "Weed? Me? Never!" I joked; it was the same thing every weekend. We walked to my house to tell my mum I'd be staying with Brian and to get a video and some junk food. We decided on the movie Analyze This, which we'd both seen at least 50 times. I grabbed a bag of cheetos and a tub of ice cream and we went back to Brian's.
It was about 11pm and we were getting bored so I suggested a game of Texas hold 'em. I had actually never played a game of poker until Brian started teaching me a few months before but I was really getting the hang of it. We were in the middle of our eighth game and I had a full house; the best hand I'd hand all night, when we both reached into the bag of cheetos at the same time. His soft hand touched mine and I felt these waves of electricity shoot through my body. "Sorry" I mumbled. Not too sure what I was apologizing for. For a moment I just sat there wondering what the hell was going on inside my head when I realised that I hadn't actually moved my hand away from his yet...and his hadn't moved either.
I felt his thumb stroke the top of my hand and I looked up. He was staring straight into my eyes, as if he knew exactly what I was thinking. My face felt hot and I'm sure I was an extremely dark shade of red. Brian's hand started to feel sweaty and I could see that he was nervous. He quickly took his hand of mine and moved back, nearly falling of he edge of the bed. "I'm sorry George...I...uhm...you see...well I like you a lot and..." He bit his lip and lowered his head staring at his hands. I didn't know what to think. I'd never thought of Brian as anything other than a friend but I still felt delighted to hear him say that. I must've been quiet a long time because all of a sudden he coughed and said, "Look, I'm sorry, can we just forget about it and finish this game?"
He was blushing and he looked more beautiful than ever before, like some sort of angel. I know it must sound incredibly stupid but I could feel my chest tighten and my heart quicken, he was too perfect to be true. Before even thinking about I just leaned across the bed and kissed him. His lips were soft and moist and I could feel his tongue stroking my lips, then slipping into my mouth. He moved across the bed, closing the gap between us and put one of his hands on my face and the other on my thigh.
All of a sudden he broke the kiss and said, "This is so weird...but, you know, like in a good way?" "Yeah, definitely in a good way." I said, slipping my arms round his waist and pulling him closer to me, kissing him again. I could already feel my cock bulging in my jeans and I was actually unsure about whether to try and hide it or not. Which would have been a bit difficult considering the fact that it looked like I'd stuffed a cucumber down my trousers. Before I'd decided what to do Brian got up on his knees, slid his arms down my back to my ass and pressed his hardness against mine. I thought I was going to faint. He moaned quietly as I slid my hands under his T-shirt, stroking his chest and playing with his rock hard nipples. I raised my arms so he could pull my T-shirt over my head.
When my shirt was off he pressed his lips against mine and we kissed again, this time it was longer, deeper and much more passionate. He kissed my neck, then slowly moved down to my chest. I felt his warm lips around my nipple, then he began to bite it, gently at first. Then, the more I moaned, the harder he bit, until I was sure that I was gonna cum in my boxers. He looked up and me and grinned, "You're chest feels so smooth, not like I imagined" he admitted. I took his shirt off, as he fumbled with the belt and buttons of my jeans. I couldn't believe it...his chest was hairless and smoother than a baby's ass. Licking his nipples, I slid my hands down his back, into his trousers until I had a firm grip on his soft, smooth ass. We were breathing heavily and he leaned over and whispered in my ear "George, my dick is so fucking hard it feels like I'm gonna explode." I grabbed his ass and pulled him against me as hard as I could, grinding my hard bulge against his. My dick was already oozing pre cum so I stopped
reluctantly. "Am I going to get to see the rest of you or what?" I asked, sliding my jeans down. Brian smiled and began opening his own jeans.
I was wearing my grey Calvins, there was a little wet patch on the front and they were so tight it looked like they were 2 sizes too small. "Who would've thought we'd be doing this tonight?" I asked, and we both laughed. His hard-on tented the front of the plain black boxers that made his thighs and stomach look impossibly pale. He lay on the bed and I leaned over him, kissing his lips, then slowing moving my way down, stopping at his belly button. There was a small, thin trail of red pubic hair from the bottom of his stomach that disappeared into his boxers. I slipped my hands into the waistband of his boxers and pulled them off. His 6-inch throbbing, red cock stood straight up, surrounded by curls of reds pubes. I quickly got my own boxers off, revealing my 8-inch cock, which was harder than ever before.
Brian reached out and wrapped his warm, moist hand around my cock. "This is exactly what I think about when I'm wanking." He whispered, slowing moving his hand up and down my shaft. "Really? What else do you think about?" I asked. Hearing him talk like that, all out of breath and horny for me was driving me wild. He grinned again and said "Well, sometimes I think about you gripping my throbbing cock and sliding the skin back and forth." "Like this?" I asked wrapping my hand around his pole and squeezing hard. It was strange. I'd never even seen a guys dick up close and here I was wanking my best friend. "Ohh, yeah, like that." He said, gasping.
I climbed on top of him, licked his lips, grabbed his ass and started grinding my cock against his thigh. "Ohhhhh, George, rub faster, squeeze my balls." He moaned, grabbing my hand and cupping his ball sac. I squeezed gently and he gasped. "Yes, yes, do it harder, like this." He said as he reached down and grabbed my balls. His other hand held my ass as tight as possible as he arched his back to grind his cock harder against my stomach. I looked down and I could see his cock head getting bigger and darker. "Ahh shit, I'm cumming," he shouted as he bucked and jerked under me.
He bit my shoulder and I felt squirts of his hot cum all over my stomach and when I looked down I seen his white sticky cum in my pubes, which drove me fucking wild. I grunted and squeezed ass, fucking his leg. "Cum for me George, fuck me harder, I wanna see your cum all over my cock." He breathed. And I came. About 6 squirts of my warm cum went all over our legs. Still out of breath, I crawled down the bed and licked Brian's thighs. Filling my mouth with the taste of our cum, then I kissed his lips to let him taste. We cleaned ourselves and crawled into bed. I slipped my arms round Brians waist and he put his head against my chest, and we feel asleep.
To be continued?
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