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A California dream come true
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A California dream come true.
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-Uploaded From the Backroom II-
At 17, I was still a virgin to both men and women. I can remember
all the nights I lay in bed dreaming of what it would be like to have
sex with some of the cute California hunks I knew and were sometimes
friends with. Sitting there with my pulsating rod in my hands every
night was becomming a real drag. When would I ever finally get laid?
My answer came to me and a dream came true one night when I was with
one of my best friends, Tom.
To my knowledge, Tom was known to everyone as being a cool dude,
and heterosexual. Including me. Tom was part Italian and Mexican, 17
years old, about 5'8", nice black hair, 140 pounds or so, and had a
nice firm body. He wasn't fat, and didn't have buldging muscles, but
he had what I consider a perfect body. At one time he lifted weights,
which is where he must have gained the muscle he had.
I remember several Friday and Saturday nights when Tom, Bill, and
I used to cruise down Ocean Blvd looking for the pretty girls. My two
friends often made comments about other so-called 'queers and fags',
which often made me feel bad, since I looked at the guys in addition to
the girls. I just went along with them and made the same comments
every once in awhile, so I would fit-in and be accepted. I never told
Tom or Bill about my sexual desires and preferences, because I thought
I would lose them as friends and gain two enemies.
Most of my time was spent descretly looking at the guys muscles
who cruised around, and their buldging pouches. Many times I tried to
make unnoticable glances at Tom's and Bill's crotches. The sight of
Tom's buldge always entranced me, and gave me a slight hard on just
looking at it. How I longed to unzip those pants and find out just
what he had under those tight jeans. It looked as though he had large
balls, and an occassional hard-on. I always dreamed of having mad
passionate sex with him, but at the same time I thought it would never
happen, and never expected it to. But one Friday night when Tom and I
were alone changed all that.
Bill had gone out with his newly aquired girlfriend, so Tom and I
decided to get a couple six packs of beer and go for a cruise. Even
though its stupid to drink and drive, we made a habit of it. I was
doing the driving this time, in my '76 nova. Early in the evening, Tom
was saying how much he needed some pussy. God how I wished he said he
wanted some cock! Tom had about five beers in about half an hour, and
I had about two. It always took forever for me to finish a beer. Tom
often got very 'friendly' when he was drunk, but never made any
advances toward me. Tonight was an exception.
Slowly he started to lean over to the left, putting his head on my
right arm and laughing. I pushed it away, afraid he might think I was
queer if I left it there. Nevertheless, he kept leaning over. I gave
him one final push, then put my arm up on the back of the seat, and
this time Tom's head fell right into my lap where I wanted it. Tom
said nothing at first, and went right into my lap. My pole was rock
hard and ached to get out. In spite of his drunkeness, Tom was pretty
aware of what was happening. He said to me "looks to me like your cock
needs some attention huh", then he started to roll his head around my
lap, and I began swerving from lane to lane. I turned down the next
available deserted alley and stopped the car. Tom then sat up and
freed his own cock. What a beautiful sight it was. About 7 inches,
with a beautiful head and nicely veined. Then he pulled his pants down
to his ankles, displaying his big hairy balls. He began stroking
himself with his right hand, and again laid his head on my lap. I
quickly pushed the seat all the way back so the stearing wheel was out
of my way, and got off the seat and kneeled on the floor, so my bludge
was almost in Tom's face. Next, Tom lifted his legs up to his chest
and slowly slid the top of a beer bottle up his tight hole. He left it
there for awhile. Nothing was said through this whole ordeal, and I
still wasn't sure if I should go for it or not. When Tom finally said
'fuck me man!', that was it. I leaned over and took his blood engored
rod into my mouth, back to the tonsils. God how I wanted to take the
entire thing in my mouth! With a little help from Tom, I did. With
his one hand, he pushed my head down onto his cock, while he slowly
fucked himself with the bottle using his other hand. I sucked for all
I was worth, despite the little bit of gagging I was doing. Before I
exploded, I unzipped my Levi's and freed my own aching rod. Still
kneeling on the floor, leaning over and sucking Tom, he took my balls
in his mouth first, and licked and sucked till they were dripping with
spit. Then he switched to my cock and took it in to the back of his
throat. I placed my one hand under his head and forced him to take my
full 7 inches down his throat, while with my other hand I massaged his
nice muscular, tight ass. We were there fucking each other's face for
what seemed like eternity till I felt Tom's first erruption. I let
loose at the same time and filled Tom's stomach with my favorite cream.
Slowly I withdrew from Tom's mouth, after my cumming subsided, at the
same time I released the pressure on his head for him to withdrawl.
Now Tom sat up and I got back on the seat. The car was filled
with the smell of cum, but I didn't care, I was in heaven right then.
Tom gazed at me without saying a word, then lifted his shirt off
exposing his nice firm chest, and broad shoulders. He had the most
gorgeous chest, even though there wasn't much hair. He kicked up his
leg to free himself of his dangling jeans, as I stripped down to
nothing. Then Tom leaned over to me and planted his lips tight against
mine, and began probing my mouth with his tounge. His moustache felt
so good against my face, and I occassionaly licked his upper lip hair
and then put it back in his warm, salivating, mouth. With his strong
arms, he lifted me up on the seat so I was on my back. He then crawled
on top of me and began kissing and massaging my entire body. His limp
cock and huge balls were laying right on top of mine, which again
produced another hard on for both of us. His rod was tight against his
belly, while mine was standing at more of an outward angle. He gently
pushed my shaft up to my stomach, so he could lay on top of me, with
both our wet tools right next to each other. As he was kissing me, he
began sliding up and down my stomach so our cocks would massage each
other, and his balls danced against mine. What a feeling! In a few
moments, we both again climaxed, as cum was spurted all over our
stomachs and chest, dripping down to my sheep skin seat cover. The
feeling of the sheep skin against my back and ass and his hard body on
top with our cocks entwined was unbelieveable!
For the next few minutes, Tom lay on top of me while both of us
panted away. Tom sat up and this time he pulled me on top of him. We
began kissing again, and no sooner said than done, our love poles grew
to their fullest size again. Tom lifted his legs up and placed his feet
on the roof, exposing his tight little hole. He began to moan 'fuck
me, I want you inside me'. 'God I want to fuck your ass so bad' is all
I said. It wondered me why he desired my cock inside him, when he was
looking for a pussy to get his cock into, earlier in the evening. But
I did'nt worry about it to long.
I suddenly realized that someone might just drive up this alley or
walk by and see us. I was so turned on though, and the thought of
discovery made my quest all the more exciting. I opened my hand and
spit into my palm, and lubricated my rod with my saliva. I began to
gently tease him by just putting my head at his hole. He began to gasp
for me to fuck him, and tried to pull me onto his ass. I then put my
two fingers up his ass and probed it for a few minutes, trying to
loosen it up. Again I lubricated my cock with some spit and finally
drove my full length into him. He winced with pain at first and
started to yell 'take it out', but I just lay still, and began giving
him a hard kiss on the lips to shut him up. When he stopped resisting,
I slowly withdrew to the head, then drove it straight in again. This
time he didn't yell, and instead gave a little wince of pleasure. Now
that the worst part was over, I began slowly stroking him. The feeling
of his tight ass grabbing at my erect cock was excellent! How I longed
for this experience for such a long time! I began stroking faster and
faster. When I felt myself cumming, I stopped until I gained control.
I wanted to wait to cum until he did first. After a few minutes, he
finally fired a small load onto my stomach, so I gave it a few last
long hard strokes and fired my first, and last load into his ass.
After this was finished, we rubbed the cum into each of our
bellies and chests, and tried to clean up the best we could. As we put
our clothes on, I could tell Tom was pretty well sobered up. I began
to wonder if I would regret this.
For the next couple hours or so, we talked and told some truths
about our desires. This experience brought us closer together, while
at the same time it was the beginning of the end of our friendship. We
both agreed not to let it happen again, since we felt we would rather
be friends than lovers. Both of us really wanted a relationship with a
female, and therefore decided to be friends only.
A month later, my father was notified that he was getting a
transfer to New Jersey. Since our move to Jersey, I have never again
heard from Tom. I often sit and wonder what it would have been like to
have a life with him, and at the same time I sometimes wish the
experience never happened, because I think it tore apart our
friendship. Then again, that first fuck of mine really is hard to
regret, and I will always remember it and fantasize about other
possibilities with men of my age or younger.
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