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A California Dream Come True
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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 acquired 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.