X-Andrew-WideReply: netnews.alt.sex.motss X-Andrew-Authenticated-as: 0;andrew.cmu.edu;Network-Mail Received: via nntppoll with nntp; Tue, 2 Feb 1993 15:58:58 -0500 (EST) Path: andrew.cmu.edu!bb3.andrew.cmu.edu!crabapple.srv.cs.cmu.edu!cantaloupe.srv.cs.cmu.edu!das-news.harvard.edu!husc-news.harvard.edu!hsdndev!stanford.edu!agate!spool.mu.edu!darwin.sura.net!newsserver.jvnc.net!gmd.de!Germany.EU.net!mcsun!fuug!anon Newsgroups: alt.sex.motss Message-ID: 1993Feb2.024428.21119@fuug.fi Sender: anon@fuug.fi (The Anon Administrator) Organization: Anonymous contact service X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.motss Lines: 4
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Message #14 To: ALL Subject: The Truth!
..okay, I was only sixteen, and pretty clueless about my double-sided nature. Clueless, that is, until one special night -- my sixteenth birthday, when my best friend Mark came over to spend the night.
It was a tradition we had. On his birthday, I slept over at his place, and he at mine on my special day. This particular evening, he'd managed to smuggle a bottle of Seagram's Crown Royal -- my birthday present -- downstairs to my bedroom. We sat up, drank and talked until the wee hours of the morning, lounging on the twin beds in our briefs.
Eventually, the liquor took effect and we became very sleepy and very drunk, being the inexperienced boozers that we were. And in short order, we were both sound asleep. But excessive drinking has another side effect, and in the middle of the night, I had to get up and visit the bathroom. As I returned down the hall and approached
the door to my bedroom, I noticed the full moon was shining quite brightly through the plate glass in the hallway. I opened my bedroom door, and a broad shaft of moonlight found its way across the room to Mark's bed. He was a heavy sleeper, and made even more so by the achohol, so it didn't disturb him, but I noticed he'd obviously been tossing a lot in his sleep, for the bedcovers had been swept over to the side, and he was laying on his back in an EXTREMELY provacative pose! As I gazed upon him from the doorway, it finally dawned on me that I was hot for him. I'd always enjoyed wrestling and getting physical whenever we horsed around, but I always figured it was just part of being "best friends." Now, I wasn't just plagued by a vague urge to touch him; I knew WHERE I wanted to touch him!
I walked slowly, as if in a trace, to stand beside his bed, never taking my eyes off of his smooth, young body. His face was turned off to the side, and his dark brown hair was casually covering one eye. It made his profile even more striking, and I couldn't help reaching out to run my fingers through it.
Touching him in so intimate a way snapped something inside me, and, giving in to my newly-awakening sexual appetite, I slowly lowered myself to my knees in front of Mark. I could see his whole body now, and I thought briefly of allowing him to wake up to my caresses. But I realized that, good Catholic boy that he was, Mark would flip out and our friendship might never be the same. I couldn't risk it. Still, this might be the only time I would ever get this opportunity.....
I leaned in closer and ran my tongue along the length of his semi-hard cock. Ever-so-lightly. That's all I managed to do, though, because he stirred in his sleep, and I stood up quickly, terrified that he would waken; my cock was keeping no secrets as it strained against the sheer cotton of my briefs. But Mark didn't open his eyes, just let out a long sigh in his sleep.
I stood and watched him for a few moments longer, then bent down and bestowed a light, lingering kiss on his lips. They were slightly parted, as if giving subconscious thanks for my adulation. I returned to my bed, but lay awake for many moments thinking of him. Then, giving in to temptation at last, I closed my eyes and with a few swift motions, completed the fantasy.
True the sex was only in my mind, but I could no longer play the innocent. I had discovered boys at last, and the phrase "go play with your friends" never had quite the same meaning after that!
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