John is twenty years old and is an engineering student at Dublin City University and David, twenty-one, studies medicine at University College Cork. This is the story of how they got to know each other and how they got ready to meet for a week's holiday together sailing near Bantry in the beautiful west of County Cork. First they'd arranged to meet up in David's home in Cork City.
I should tell you that they are both fine young men. John is five foot nine, with fair hair and blue eyes and David is five ten with brown hair. I don't know what colour his eyes are but I've heard that they're really sexy.
They're nicely proportioned lads, not too muscular, but strong enough nevertheless. Flawless skin and plenty of outdoor sports on the beach in the summer has left them with a nice tan. "A tan?", I hear you ask. Well even in Ireland the sun shines sometimes!
Well-proportioned chests, flat stomachs and luscious butts completes the picture of each of them running on the beach, larking around with friends. I'm told they each look mouth-wateringly irresitable in speedos and I can well believe it! John and David have each occupied the lustful minds of quite a number of young women since they were about sixteen years old.
I dare say that there have been some young men too who have felt a certain stirring. If they had been able to see the beautiful uncut cocks of these two young men, well, I think they'd lose it altogether and need to get away from the crowds on the beach to deal decently with their excitement.
John and David met in cyberspace, to use that rather clumsy word. How, I'm not quite sure. I think it was on a forum at a university site about cross-country running or something like that. The two students quickly formed a good friendship discussing far more than running.
Now before you jump to conclusions: When I write "far more" I don't mean what you think I mean, I just mean "far more", innocently enough. I mean to say, there's more to life than sex! You see they had truly become good friends and had even exchanged good-looking modest photographs of each other.
They wrote and talked over the phone about girls but also, somehow, due to their closeness, each was able to let the other know that he had had a serious crush on another guy, in John's case two and a half years ago and in David's case, three years ago. Each had expressed the view that he'd always have that potential to fall in love with someone of his own sex and experience as James Joyce wrote in a letter to Nora Barnacle, "ungovernable lust".
David wrote that sometimes the sight, in the sports changing rooms, of the nice uncut cock and perfect ass of one of his friends, a guy with sexy eyes and a pleasant smile, could cause that delightful sensation of a slight issue of pre-cum from David's own penis.
Each of these young men delighted in their sexuality and all the pleasures it brought them, more often through their fantasies I'd have to admit, than in actual reality. They'd had, however, a few experiences with girls but not with other guys.
The day came when these two young men would meet. John was to take the train to Cork, a journey of about two and a half hours. Neither expected sex with the other, during the week they'd be together, but each made meticulous preparations just in case, preparations that is to get the other aroused.
John searched through his room for a simple but sexy pair of white briefs bought a few months ago in an upmarket shop, put them on and tucked his penis neatly into them. He looked in the mirror as he took a two-year old pair of well-washed Levis 501s and put them on too. A nice shirt, a casual jacket and some matching shoes completed the ensemble. He certainly wanted to give himself the best possible chance with David.
David's equally careful preparations were to look through Roches's Stores for the nicest set of boxers he could find and then, in his room back at home, he picked out some faded Lee jeans into which his buttocks neatly fitted. He put on a shirt and a denim jacket and was pleased with the very slight modest zipped-up bulge he saw in the mirror. He was a guy who had a good upbringing and so didn't want to dress in a provocative way. Sometimes subtlety is the best policy in cultivating sexual desire in another person, he thought.
John found himself sitting in the train, trying to read a book but more often letting his imagination run wild as the speed of the train energised him. He fantasised about himself standing with his bare chest covered with saliva from David's mouth and still wearing his jeans. David would, at this stage, now be crouched in front of him really starting to let his unbridled desire take over as he tremblingly started to undo the buttons of John's 501s.
At length the opening of John's jeans could be folded back to give his new sex partner a view of his stunning white designer briefs. David would nestle his face into the soft cotton fabric and then more painstaking work on David's part would eventually give him the thrilling reward of the sight of John's fine cock. He longed to see the pleasure and excitement on David's face as the sounds and smell of two young men's sexual ecstasy would permeate the room.
David, for his part, waited for the train to arrive at Kent Station in Cork City sipping some tea in the café-bar and wanted to feel John's hands exploring his chest, massaging his cock and fondling his buttocks. He looked at his watch, willing the journey to be over.
The miles between Dublin and Cork were devoured by the tain just as each young man was devoured with his lust for the other. Each wondered whether the other would really be as sexually desirable in real life as they had conceived in their imaginations. And if so, how could they introduce sex to their friendship; each was apprehensive that the other would reject his advances. Neither, of course, knew what the other was thinking.
I don't know quite how this story ends, but I do know that each wanted the other badly as soon as their eyes met. However it wasn't until nearly the end of their week's holiday that they each had the courage to get it together. I can't imagine the tension that John and David each suffered leading up to that passionate resolution.
I'm reliably told that the sex they had on the night of their departure was so passionate that it sealed them in an intense friendship that lasts to this day. There was plenty more passion to be had in the years that followed, that amply made up for the initial delay.
Sometimes it was in the bedroom, but David's preference was to have sex in secluded seaside coves and in the corners of meadows in spring. He was generally the more romantic of the two! John was more than happy to oblige his boyfriend's desires.
I can also assure you that John's fantasies in the train came true many times. David never tired of slowly undoing the buttons of John's favourite 501s. Of course, they started to wear out but John lovingly kept them just for use on those special sex sessions he had with David each anniversary of their first meeting.
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