Where it happened: friend's place
Langauge: english
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
When I was about fourteen my parents got divorced and my mother and I moved down to a small coastal town in S.C.With the ocean and beach it was an ok place to grow up, even if a little boring living in such a small place. When I was seventeen I met a man that I really liked and admired. He was like the perefect guy. An ocean-marine biologist, he was good looking, athletic, well traveled, intelligent, out going, and everything that people liked and admired. That summer we became friends, and he taught me how to snorkle and to scuba dive. It was great.
We stayed frineds that winter, even though his work required him to be away for a month or two at a time. That spring I graduated from high school, and was looking to going off to college come fall. That summer Ken was back and he continued to teach me about scub diving, and we had a great time. One day when we were out on his boat the weather turned so we headed in. We tied up and ran up to his house in the rain. Both of us were soaked by the time we got there. Since we were barefoot and had on only swimsuits and t-shirts it was not like a big deal. We peeled our wet t-shirts off and he fixed some hot coffee for us, and we went into the living room where he made a fire in the fireplace.
We sat on the floor to have our coffee, with some big cusions and our back up agaisnt the sofa, and our feet towards the fire. It was kind of nice lounging there like that. I felt a little shy I suppose because we both had on our Speedos and nothing else (something I wore only around him, since that was what he wore). Anyway, we sitting there with our legs stretched out, talking, and he’s telling me how much I had come along in my scuba lessons and learning how to handle a boat and all of that, and I felt proud. Right then it was great with the two of us being together like that, just talking enjoying each other’s company. I know that it sounds corny, but the masculine chemistry was really nice. There was nothing awkward about it. Not like it sometimes was even with my best friend, two guys kind of afraid to be close and to let any feelings show. That sort of thing.
So we’re sitting there, and he puts his arm around behind my shoulders, and I do the same to him. It’s just this chummy thing and it feels nice. We sat there like that for a little bit, feeling relaxed, enjoying the warm fire, and just being together. Then I started getting an erection. I was sooo embarrassed because there was no way to hide it in my swimsuit, and there was nothing that I could do to prevent it! It just happened. It was humliating and I was sure that Ken was going to think that I was gay or something. Only when I looked over, I saw that he had one, too. A really big one, pushing up at the front of his swimsuit! I don’t know – I was kind of surprised and relieved all at the same time to see that I was not the only one.
Ken just grinned and laughed. He said something about how friends can’t always keep their feelings from showing, kind of making a joke out of it, which made me feel better. Then he said something about not knowing if my mother would approve of the two of us sitting around like this. I said that there was no way that she would know, and that I certainly was not about to tell her. I think Ken looked a little relieved to hear that, even though I had just turned eightteen and the underage deal didn’t really matter. He confeesed that he hadn’t been planning on getting a boner with me, and I said that I hadn’t been planning on getting one either, and that it just sort of happened. Ken pointed out how neither of us had anything to be embarrassed out, since the situation was obviously mutual. I agreed, thinking that it was kind of silly to be totally embarrassed, especially since there was no one else around. Then he suggested that we might be more comfortable without our swimsuits on, considering how restrictive they were and since they weren’t hiding anything, anyway. I felt selfconscious about the idea of taking them off, but I figured that he was right.
We both slipped off our suits, and I knoiw that I blushed with the revealing nakedness. His erection was really big and thick and red. Mine was really big too, and frefusing to be anything but stiff. Ken didn’t look embarrassed at all. He told me that sometimes it was nice when two guys could be guys together, as friends, and without being embarrassed about it, or worrying about looking gay. I have to admit that I did like the all-male feeling of being with him. It was something that I found emotionally rewarding and that I knew I could never experience even with my best frind. Not without feeling gay about it. Ken told me that it was nice to have a moment like this with me, and complimented me on how good looking he thought that I was. I grinned selfconscious and told him that I thought he was good looking too, and admitted that it was kind of nice being together like this. Then we sort of talked about each other’s erection, complimenting each other.
I have to admit that with Ken I really did’t feel all that embarrassed, and liked the openness and honesty, and admired Ken for being so calm and relaxed about it. It really touched on the feelings of male-attraction that I knew I had in a kind of hero worship sort of way. I really felt privilaged to have such a personal moment like this with him, and not have to question whether it was gay or anything like that. The sexuality was just an outward physical expression of our feelings.
When Ken reached over to gently feel my penis, I didn’t even feel awkward about it. It felt good and I wanted him to do that. I felt his penis, too. We sat there touching each other and feeling proud, I think, that we could. I loved how his erection felt in my hand, big and thick and firm, and all-masculine. And I loved how mine felt in his hand, being absolutely stiff as it was. I remember how amazed I was, because I had never felt so male before. Without saying anything, Ken leaned all the way over and took my erection in his mouth. I wasn’t expecting him to do that, but it was warm and wet and wonderful, and so exciting. When he pulled back, I worked up the courage to put my mouth on his penis. That was even more exciting and I loved it when I made him moan. After that he kissed me and I let him, and that was wonderful, too! I was so captivated by what was happening between us.
Ken excused himself and got up. He went off to his bedroom, and came back a moment later with a condom. He let me watch as he put it on, leaving his manhood red and straining beneath the transparent laytex. The fact that he was willing to show a sense of mature responsibility in taking the time to protect both of us, made me feel very relaxed and not even questioning of his intentions. He got on his knees and pulled my legs up, and then went ahead and pushed his erection slowly into me. It sort of hurt a little bit being stretched like that, but when I relaxed he pushed all the way in and I didn’t really have any trouble in accomodating him. To me it just felt so wonderful that he wanted to make love to me in this one guy to another way like this, and I loved the intimacy of feeling his erection inside of me. It was so incredible. It felt even better when he slowly and very gently started to slide in and out. I don’t know how long that went on for. It seemed like maybe ten minutes. I just layed there feeling him going in and out and wanting him to fuck me as a guy, and not just a substitute for a woman. He told me how good it felt and how much he enjoyed having it in me. I remember that we looked at each other and smiled while we were doing it. I knew that he wanted me as another guy.
Finally he started breathing hard and I could tell that he was going to come. His insertions were making my erection absolutely rigid and throbbing. Then he went all the way in and kept it there as he ejeculated. I gasped and the excitement of the moment made me ejaculate, too! My cream was squirting all over me out of control. It was wild! Both of us were coming together!
In a minute it was all over. Ken pulled out, going soft, and took off the condom, holding it heavy with his emen – which was a lot! – and to show me that it was intact. We cleaned up and spent another naked hour together in front of the fire. It was getting late and I finally had to go. I think that if I would have stayed longer, that we probably would have intercourse again. We poarted with this really warm kiss. We got together the next day and everything was perfectly normal between us, except that now we were a whole lot closer. That summer we made love maybe a dozen or more times togther. And, yes, I got to make love to him on several occasions.
That was my only experience with another male, and it is one that I treasure and have no regrets about. Maybe some day I’ll have another male frined that I can enjoy a moment of love with, and I llok forward to that day.
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