This story is completely true. It is for informational and recreational purposes only, and the author does not advocate any of the activities described. It should not be read by anyone under the age of eighteen.
MY FRIEND MIKE
I first met Mike back in the late 1970s, when we both were members of a local gay organization. Today (1994) he's in his mid-forties. He's kind of stocky and has a heavy-set "chunky" appearance (he looks good and solid, in other words). He also has a plain masculine face with thinning and graying dark blond hair. In most ways, I'd say he looks like an average guy. He's about my height (five feet, ten inches) or maybe a little shorter.
Back in the late 1980s, Mike and I had two or three sexual encounters over a period of about two years, when he would have been in his late thirties and early forties. All of them were at my house, and they involved just taking our pants down (or off) and some mutual masturbation. The first time, we were sitting out on my front screened porch after dark. It was during the summer, and I remember the night was very humid. Gradually, we started talking about sex, and we each told some of our past sexual experiences. Mine were relatively sedate, but Mike's were pretty wild! Eventually, I asked if he would like to go through the house to my back porch, where we could slip our pants down and take a look at one another, and he said sure, he would like that. So, we did.
We stood in the grass next to the back porch, facing one another and fairly close together, and we unbuckled and unzipped one another and pushed our pants down off of our hips to about mid-thigh. We then gently felt each other's genitals with our fingertips--just kind of probing and exploring. It was dark, so we weren't really able to see much, but we did feel. We both were erect, and I enjoyed feeling him touching me, even though I was a little ticklish. For some reason, it felt strange touching his cock, and I remember the moist, soft feeling of his skin along the shaft. I especially liked the feel of his pubic hair (I love body hair on a guy). Gradually, we both started moving our hands upward under our shirts to each other's bellies and then to each other's chests. Mike had lots of hair all the way up, which I had suspected, and I got a good feel around his chest. I told him that he had a lot of chest hair, and he told me that I did, too (which surprised me, because I really don't). Unfortunately, the mosquitoes were so bad outside that we had to go back into the house after only a few minutes, so that was as far as we got next to the back porch.
Back in the house, I opened out the sofa bed in my living room, and we stretched out on it side by side--me on our left and him on our right--fully clothed. I felt a little awkward, which I usually do in sexual encounters. Once we were settled, we unbuckled our belts, etc., and pushed down our pants onto our legs. He was wearing white cotton jockey shorts, like me, and as he slipped them down, it was nice to see his erect cock sticking up between his legs, surrounded by thick and curly dark brown pubic hair.
Mike's erection wasn't very long, but I liked it nonetheless. The size and shape gave it a kind of chunky appearance that went pretty well with his chunky physique, and I thought he had beautiful equipment over all, both cock and balls. I especially liked the way his cock stuck out from his belly at a bit of an angle. In all the times we were together, Mike never had any problem getting his cock up and keeping it that way. In fact, I really had to admire the way it was always stiff and ready. I also was envious, because I sometimes did have a problem. To compare the sizes of our erections, we took a ruler and laid them on it, one at a time, by inserting the ruler underneath and wedging it up to about a 45 degree angle. I think Mike was a little embarrassed, because his measurement (about four and three-sixteenths inches) was shorter than mine (about five inches), but I told him that length, in my opinion, doesn't count for much, and I meant it.
We lay side by side for a long time, stroking our cocks and talking about sex as we watched the juices drool out of our piss openings (especially Mike's--he was real excited and kept an erection the entire time). Occasionally, we felt each other's cocks, and Mike tried jacking mine for a little bit. He told me that he liked the way the head swelled up tight and shiny, and I think he smeared my pre-cum around the opening a little bit. I also remember his tight grip, and it felt nice to have him look at me there.
Eventually, Mike said he was going to have to leave soon, since it was late, so he went ahead and jacked himself off as I watched. It was enjoyable to see him really getting into it, moving his fist up and down along his shaft, faster and faster, concentrating on what he was doing as we both watched, until finally, he tensed and kind of pulled his shoulders up, and the spurts came shooting out in about a six-inch arc. Unfortunately, the first spurt hit the bottom of his shirt, a powder-blue short-sleeve knit shirt, and he jumped and quickly pulled his shirttail up to try to keep it from being stained. When it was all over, he wiped the semen off of his shirt and belly with a paper towel, which I got from the kitchen. I felt kind of bad that his orgasm had been spoiled by his shirt getting in the way.
I don't remember that much about our second sexual encounter, but we were on my sofa bed again--me on our right and him on our left this time. We both had our pants off and our shirts still on. I lay on my stomach and put a couple of pillows under my hips so I could masturbate against them, and I told Mike that I didn't think I could cum otherwise. I asked him to tell me about some more of his sexual experiences as I rubbed my cock into the pillows and finally ejaculated.
Mike and I did engage in one other sexual incident, over the telephone. I had called him for some reason, and we talked for awhile, and after I hung up the phone I got a really hot feeling about him. In fact, I couldn't think about anything else except Mike and his cock and doing something sexual with him. So, I called him back and asked if he would like to talk about sex, and he said sure. He then took his pants down and got some Vaseline or some other kind of lubricant, and he jacked himself as I described what he should do. It didn't take long for him to get off; I was having him feel behind his balls when it happened.
Looking back on those times with Mike, and on our overall friendship, a few things stand out in my mind. First, I liked the enthusiasm he had for sex. He obviously enjoyed it, and it was a real pleasure to watch him in action. He was totally uninhibited, without any hang-ups, and he obviously thought of sex as a completely pleasurable and positive experience. While it was sometimes hard for me to relax, he didn't have any problem at all, and I liked the way he enjoyed being naked and having sexual feelings with another guy. Also, I liked his masculinity, a kind of rugged manliness that was very appealing. He wasn't a pretty-boy by any stretch of the imagination, and I liked that! He was just 100 percent male in a solid, straightforward way, without any phoniness, and that's real attractive, I think.
The thing that made Mike's attractiveness complete was the fact that he was considerate. He was always kind to me when we related sexually and showed concern about how I was feeling and about whether I was enjoying what was happening. That second time we were together on my sofa bed, he was very supportive in helping me to get off and wanted to know whether I had been able to cum or not. That's one thing I really do admire about Mike. When he relates to another guy sexually, he seems to give of himself and has the well-being and pleasure of the other guy in mind. He really taught me something in that respect. I would love to have the chance to relate to him again sexually, so I could try to give as much back to him.
A final thing I remember about Mike, of course, is that sweet little four-and-three-sixteenths-inch cock, drooling nectar out of the piss opening! In all honesty, I'd like to have it in my mouth right now, nuzzling my face into Mike's pubic hair as I suck on that thing and chew the juices right out of it!
Mike told me quite a few stories about his sexual escapades during our encounters at my house, and I liked hearing them, because they seemed so typical--just the kinds of things that most gay guys have done or would like to do. I've fantasized about many of them lots of times, especially the stories about Mike's friendship with another teenage boy named Stephen when he was in high school.
Mike said his earliest sexual experiences began when he was in elementary school, and he even told me the names of several other boys that he used to play around with. He said they would find secluded places around the neighborhood and suck on each other's cocks. This would have been back in the late 1950s.
The guy that Mike played around with most frequently was named Charlie. They were about ten or eleven years old then. Charlie was slender with red hair, and he had freckles covering his body, especially his shoulders. Mike would go over to Charlie's house to play, and there were times when Charlie's family wasn't there. Mike didn't remember how they got started doing sexual things, but eventually they began "experimenting." On most occasions, they would go up into the attic or extra room over Charlie's garage. There was an indoor stairway leading up there, and they would move old furniture and boxes to form a screen or barrier in front of the upper stair landing. Then they would spread a blanket on the floor behind it, so they would be out of sight from the top of the stairs. Once that was done, they would take their clothes off, lay down next to each other on the blanket and suck each other's cocks in a "69" position.
Mike said that playing around with Charlie was incredibly enjoyable, and he couldn't get enough of it, even though it was somewhat painful; neither he nor Charlie was able to cum yet, so sucking just made their balls and tubes ache. I asked Mike how long Charlie's cock was, and he said it was about six inches! That really floored me, because when I was ten or eleven, I had just a little boy's winkie-dink, and I'm sure it wasn't more than just a few inches long when erect. Apparently, Mike and Charlie had both entered puberty, even though they couldn't cum yet, because they had fully-matured erections with at least some pubic hair (red in Charlie's case). Mike said the opening in Charlie's cock was somewhat unusual, since it had a raised lip along each side of the slit.
I really enjoyed hearing about Mike and Charlie, and it made me kind of envious. When I was a kid, I played around with some of the other boys in the neighborhood, but we never got beyond just taking our pants down and looking at one another. We never even considered anything as exotic and forbidden as sucking cocks. I don't think it even would have occurred to us! I wish it had, though, because in retrospect, I would love to have done it.
When Mike was in junior high and high school, he played around sexually for a number of years with a friend of his named Stephen. This was in the early 1960s, and they were teen-agers. Stephen was a good-looking boy with brown hair and a beautiful body, slender but muscular, and a really nice butt with full, round cheeks. I asked Mike if Stephen had any body hair, and he said that he was smooth, except for a few hairs around his nipples. He also had dark brown pubic hair and a light "peach fuzz" of hair on his buttocks. Stephen must have been a real hunk, and from the way Mike talked about him, I think he had a crush on Stephen when they were playing around with each other.
Mike and Stephen had sex on numerous occasions, beginning when they were in the Boy Scouts together. Stephen was the senior patrol leader of Mike's patrol, and they shared a tent whenever they went camping. Evidently, that was how they came to discover one another's charms, because they soon started sucking each other off after crawling into their sleeping bags at night. By high school they were doing it on a regular basis, and Stephen would often come by Mike's house on his bicycle to see if Mike wanted to go "biking." They then would peddle off to some secluded spot for sex. Several times they went to a house that was under construction, where they could go into one of the rooms and have all the privacy they needed. Mike said they would just lie on the floor each time. Apparently, by this time Stephen was reluctant to suck on Mike's cock, so Mike would just suck on Stephen.
One day they walked their bikes out into the woods near the city airport and found a platform built up in a tree as a hunters' blind. A series of boards was nailed into the tree as a ladder, so they climbed up onto the platform to see what was there. They found a stool that the hunters used to sit on while they were waiting and a board that was laid out and nailed flat above the platform as a bench. Mike sat down on the stool, while Stephen lay down on his back on the bench, and they talked. Eventually, Mike moved the stool over next to the bench, and they both apparently understood that they would do something sexual. Mike rested his hands on Stephen's belt buckle and the front of his pants, and even though it was obvious that Stephen was receptive, he said something like, "Do you want me to do this?" He then hesitated and repeated the same sort of question several times, but Stephen didn't reply. Mike then unbuckled Stephen's belt and pulled down his pants and underpants to expose his erection. Mike said Stephen's erection had an unusual shape, in that it pointed down rather than up (I have another friend whose erection points down like that, and I like it, because I think it's interesting).
Mike then took Stephen's cock into his mouth and sucked on it. After awhile, he stopped and asked Stephen to roll over on his belly, which he did, and Mike spread Stephen's crack wide apart to see what was there. It was very hairy, and Mike saw Stephen's anus. Mike then took his own pants down (he may have had to take them off entirely, but he didn't say). Mounting Stephen's buttocks, he placed his own erection right along the crack, like a hotdog in a bun, and rubbed it back and forth. Mike said this also could have been the time when he placed the head of his cock against Stephen's anus and tried to stick it in, but it wouldn't go, despite everything he and Stephen tried (if not in the hunters' blind, then it was somewhere else, because Mike said he definitely tried it).
I really enjoyed hearing the hunters' blind episode. It's exactly the kind of thing that I wish I had been involved in when I was a teen-ager. I told Mike I was sorry that he wasn't able to get his cock into Stephen. In all the times they played around together, Mike apparently wasn't able to enjoy Stephen that way, which is really too bad.
Stephen was on the high school football team, although Mike said he didn't get to play very much in the games. One afternoon after Stephen had finished football practice, he asked Mike to suck him off, and Mike agreed to do it. They went into a deserted part of the school building, to one of the stairwells. Stephen wanted to lie on his back right on the stair landing and have Mike do it there, but Mike was afraid they would get caught in such an open place. So, he persuaded Stephen to go into one of the boys' restrooms, and that's what they did. Stephen lay down on the floor, on his back and with his pants and underpants down, and Mike started sucking on him (apparently, he got down on his knees next to Stephen and bent over him). As they were starting to get into it, they heard someone coming, so Stephen got up quickly, pulled up his pants and stood at one of the urinals to hide his erection. Another guy came into the restroom then, and Mike and Stephen didn't have a chance to finish Stephen's blow job.
Mike said that during the years he and Stephen had sex, Stephen usually came in his mouth, and he swallowed Stephen's semen. He could feel both the heat and the muscular contractions of Stephen's cock in his mouth as Stephen ejaculated, and the warm sticky fluid spurting out. Two guys can't get any closer than that, in a physical sense!
Mike said that eventually he and Stephen grew apart, and that he felt Stephen started acting like a jerk in a lot of ways. In their final sexual encounter in the house under construction, communication between them broke down in some way, and Stephen evidently left in disgust, without getting sucked off. I never really understood what had happened when Mike told me about it, but I regretted that things had ended on a sour note between him and Stephen. I wish I had been able to see a photo of Stephen, maybe in a high school yearbook if Mike had one, to see exactly what he looked like. He must have been nice.
As an adult, Mike has been very active sexually, and he said that he frequently got together with buddies or acquaintances for jack-off sessions, etc. He told me about one couple in particular and how he got together with them at their apartment quite often. They would watch x-rated videos on the couple's VCR and eventually get down to jacking off. Mike said one of the guys wasn't really into it and would usually go upstairs to bed as things were getting under way (Mike thought that was kind of strange). The other guy and Mike, however, would have some enjoyable sessions together. When telling me about this, Mike mentioned that he enjoyed being stretched out naked in front of another guy, so I assume something like that happened during these sessions.
Mike also got together with another friend named Tom from time to time, to go to dinner or a movie, and they usually had sex before or after. Tom sometimes met Mike at the door when he went to his house and started taking Mike's clothes off as soon as he got inside. Apparently, they liked to suck mostly, but they also enjoyed kissing and holding each other. I once asked Mike if he could name someone who represented his sexual ideal, and he said Tom, because in his opinion, Tom is about what a man should be. I never felt attracted to Tom myself, and I never saw him naked, but he had a lot of body hair, judging from the hair on his arms and the hair that curled up out of the neck of his tee-shirt.
Mike also told me that he once related sexually to one of my best and dearest friends, a guy named Jim. Although I've never had sex with Jim, I've always felt erotically attracted to him. He's in his mid-thirties now (1994), but I first met him when he was in his early twenties. He has fair skin and loosely-curled, auburn hair (not quite red, but almost), and he's smooth, with no chest hair. He does have a line of red hair growing downward from his navel, though--the proverbial "road to paradise." I suspect that Jim also felt attracted to me during the time we were together (it's been several years since we last saw one another), and there were times when we might have related sexually if I hadn't been so damn inhibited. Oh, well.
A few years ago, Jim and I were at a Halloween party at a gay couple's house, and Mike was there, too. The hosts had a "back room" set up in their garage for anyone who wanted to use it (there was even a sling hanging from the ceiling!). Jim and I had gone to the party with another friend, and as a Halloween costume, Jim had worn the Boy Scout uniform he had worn when he was in the Scouts as a teen-ager. He looked kind of cute in it. I noticed Jim was spending a lot of time talking to a middle-aged guy, and after awhile I noticed that he and the guy had disappeared. I felt horrified to realize that they must have gone into the back room together. The back room kind of sex didn't appeal to me to begin with, but I also felt very affectionate and protective toward Jim, and even a little jealous. I didn't want him to be in the back room with that guy or anyone else. I felt terrible. Eventually, Mike and I talked, and I mentioned my concern to him. He said he would go into the back room and see if Jim was indeed there. In a few minutes he came back and said he had gone in, and then he said, "I think your friend is being de-flowered." My heart sank, and I felt really jealous and upset about it, because I didn't want Jim to get hurt in any way (I don't know why I though he would be hurt, but I did).
A number of years later, when Mike and I were talking about sex on my front porch, I asked him to tell me more about the back room. He said that Jim was being sucked off when he went in, but then he told me that, after mentioning Jim's "de-flowering" to me, he had gone back into the back room, and he also had sucked on Jim's cock! That really floored me. Mike said that when he started sucking, Jim told him that he had already cum once and that he didn't think he could do it again. Mike told me that that didn't make any difference to him, though, because "it just tasted so good." Mike's story about sucking on Jim really turned me on, I guess because it's something I now wish that Jim and I had done together (although not in a back room).
I asked Mike if he had ever fucked other guys and whether he had enjoyed it, and he said yes on both counts. I then asked him to name the most enjoyable fuck he had experienced, and he said there were two. One occurred in a restroom in a local college town, when a college-age guy in the next stall to his had gotten down on his knees and then crouched down to push his butt under the partition, and Mike had crouched down on his own side of the partition and pushed up against the guy's butt to stick his cock in (they must have been contortionists!). Mike said that it was great primarily because of the excitement of being in a public place (something that's never appealed to me).
Mike's other most enjoyable fuck was with a teen-age lover he had at one time, when he was in his thirties (believe it or not, the guy was fifteen years old!). I had seen Mike with his young friend several times, and he was a cute boy. Mike said he had a sweet and pretty butt, and there was one time in particular when he had enjoyed fucking him. His friend had been lying on his stomach, naked I suppose, with his butt propped up in some way. Mike straddled his butt from behind and put it in, and it was a slow, really delicious and thoroughly enjoyable experience. I imagine it was!
Mike mentioned one other time when he had fucked another guy. He was visiting the home of a gay couple we both knew. One of them, named Richard, had taken Mike upstairs to show him something, while the other lover remained downstairs. Richard was a very attractive guy in his late 20's or early 30's, with dark brown wavy hair, which he combed straight back, and a thin mustache. He was a doctor in the navy. Mike said he couldn't remember how it came about, but in just a few minutes, Richard was on his back, on the bed in their bedroom, while Mike stood next to the bed and held Richard's ankles in the air while he pumped his cock in and out of Richard's ass. Mike didn't say whether they had taken their clothes off completely or just taken their pants down. I should think that it would have been a great experience, but Mike said he didn't really enjoy it that much. I don't know why, since Richard was attractive.
I know Mike sometimes took another guy's cock himself, because he told me about one such experience. It was almost exactly like the episode with Richard, only this time, Mike was the one who "took the thrust," so to speak. Again, he was at the home of a gay couple, and one of them took him upstairs. In this case, though, Mike and the guy who took him up had gone to the couple's house intending to have sex there. Mike said it seemed strange to pass the guy's lover as they headed upstairs to the bedroom. Very quickly, Mike was on his back on the bed, while the other guy stood next to the bed and held his legs up to do it to him. Mike said he didn't really enjoy this experience, because the other guy didn't seem to care whether it hurt Mike or not (Mike said it was painful).
Altogether, Mike seems to have had an interesting and enjoyable sex life, and I'm glad I had a chance to hear about some of his experiences. I also hope that Mike continues to enjoy himself--and if the future turns out to be anything like the past, I know he will!
1994