Becoming Sexmates by John Wexford; clashmore@hotmail.com
My balls are full of cum right now and it's causing me to remember a time when I began to desire a close of friend of mine. He became in a matter of hours a sexmate too. Here's how it happened:
Paul and I had decided to go on holiday together to see if we could score with some women and have a good time. One day we took a break from those endeavors and went off for a long walk to admire the scenery (in the usual sense of the word: trees, mountains and lakes on our beautiful holiday paradise island). Unexpectedly the rain came on and we got soaked to the skin.
Our jeans became skin tight and for the first time ever I began to notice how sexy Paul looked, with his cute ass that I so wanted to fondle. Later I noticed, too, the sexy bulge of these Levis that clung to him. Unbeknown to Paul, I'm slightly bi so occasionally I've noticed a guy's zipped-up blue-denim covered basket and it's created, for me a frisson of excitement. Desiring women is commonplace for me. Yearning for a guy is more exciting because guys are forbidden fruit sexually!
I have, however, never had horny thoughts about a male friend of mine. I'd have thought of it as a betrayal of friendship. This time my thoughts tumbled over themselves and I thought of my sudden sexual desire for Paul, not as a betrayal, but as something natural for two friends.
If I could get my hand on my friend's basket and gaze into his eyes, it would be a consummation of friendship and we could take it from there. Could it happen? I was hopeful it could.
[Aside: My memories of this time are making me hard, but I'm trying to keep keep my hands on the keyboard. I don't want to cum because that will take away the energy that's enabling me to write this account.]
We went back to the apartment we'd rented and, neither of us having a clean and dry pair of trousers or jeans of any sort, we sat around in our briefs, drinking a few beers out of cans. At length Paul remarked on the fact that I'd clearly been very horny when we were out for our long walk that afternoon.
Usually a remark like this would not have embarrassed me, but today, of course, it did and my face reddened. Paul asked why and looked at me, straight in the eyes. I looked back and held his gaze for what was far too long. He didn't look away, but instead seemed radiantly happy.
At length Paul said that our jeans would have dried by now and he went to put his on. As he walked back to his chair wearing them, quick as a flash my lust got the better of me and I went over and kissed him on the lips before he sat down. Both our tongues willingly engaged with each other's and Paul reached down and fondled my white brief-covered ass. I ran my hands down his back and felt every part of him, including that cute ass of his and his thighs. I could sense his Paul's delight and that further aroused me.
I crouched on the ground and very slowly found my way to the button at the top of his Levis undid it and pulled down the zip, tooth by tooth, listening to its sound, the feel of the metal, the feel of the thick denim material making me think of one thing only...sex, the most exciting word in the English language. The very idea that my friend of six years and I were, for the first time ever, in the throws of sexual passion for each other, made me happier than I ever thought possible. I peeled his jeans down his legs and could see the outline of his sex rod through his briefs, producing pre-cum at a rate proportional to its owners new-found lust for me. I listened to the sound of Paul's excitement, his breathing, his sighing and his moaning. The smell of two men consumed with desire for each other is overpowering to the nostrils.
Can there be anything in the world that gives more satisfaction than two hard-bodied sexy young guys who, after six years of friendship, are suddenly overcome with lust for each other? I really don't think so!
[Aside: I must continue to be patient; I so badly want to jerk off, but I must finish first.]
I nuzzle my face into his briefs, teasing him with my best sexy voice. "Now, Paul" I say, "keep that load for my mouth so that I can share it with you."
He moans in a frustrated way!
I'm so cruel to him. My dirty talk only makes him want to come even more, but he so wants to hold off so that I can give him his first cummy kiss, tasting his own cum mixed with my saliva.
"John, I can't wait much longer.", he pleads, "Take me in your mouth so that I can release my load into you!"
I put my friend out of his misery, by taking as much of his rock hard rod into my mouth as I can manage. I've no experience of this but does that matter? Our lust for each other is all we need. He shoots again and again, his whole body in spasms. I swallow some of my friend's maleness in liquid form; my friend's essence is inside me now! Can anything in life be so good? Some of it dribbles down my chin.
I apply my mouth to Paul's and we let our tongues play with our mixed saliva and Paul's cum. After a while Paul lovingly applies his right hand to my cock and jerks me off. It's as if that's the place where his hand is truly meant to be. Its home base has become my cock and there would be many a time in the future when it would find its own way home. Our bodies are learning how to become one.
We go to bed, smiling and laughing now, and lie there for a while in each other's arms. Friends for six years and now sexmates too! So much better than JUST being friends!
Time for me to take my right hand from the keyboard and...
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