Warning: --------
Don't read this if you'd be offended by sexual passion between two men or between a man and a woman. Also note that casual unprotected sex, with either a man or a woman, can very often be dangerous. This story does not involve casual sex with an unknown person. I would not wish to write about such things.
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Here is the story:
Renewing Two Friendships ========================
I have been going out with a girl called Janice for about the best part of a year. I've known both her and her brother since we were children. We lived in the same village when we were young and we'd play tennis, go to the cinema, read books and watch television together. Long hot summer-days were spent at the sea-side until late in the evening. We always had the same sense of humour and the same ideas about things. In a way, the three of us were soulmates.
We're all in our twenties now. I got a new job a few months ago and bumped into Janice for the first time in years. It was a delightful surprise to find she worked in the next department. "It's a small world", as my grandmother used to say. At first I didn't recognise her at first; she had changed, but not for the worst! We chatted together about old times. A few days later, at a disco, I spotted her talking with friends. I'd catch her looking in my direction very conscious of my presence in the nightclub and not seemingly able to give her full attention to her girl-friends' conversation. As usual I was nervous, as I always am when there's an attractive girl paying attention to me - and Janice had become very attractive to me. I almost hoped that I wouldn't end up anywhere near her; I thought that I'd dry up if I had to speak with her. But fate conspired to put us in each other's company; we talked easily, I suppose because we'd been such good friends in the past.
Janice looked up into my eyes, her long black hair flowing down her back. Her neat feminine slightly loose-fitting black pants showed her figure perfectly and she was wearing a red blouse; matching her red lipstick. I appreciated her gently feminine look, demure, shy and modest. She was in stark comparison with some of the other more meretriciously dressed woman in the disco. I knew that, in the weeks to come, I'd be doing a lot jerking off with that image in my mind. She was going to be the only woman for me, and I wouldn't be able to get enough of her.
Later I was invited to stay with her and her brother one weekend. I was looking forward to seeing them both. I came a day earlier than I had originally planned and Jonathan, expecting me, answered the door. They both share the same facial features and I was immediately reminded of Janice. Jonathan and I went to a bar for a drink. We talked about old times. I enjoyed his company and the family likeness reminded me of Janice; Jonathan's a sort-of male version of her, fresh and clean-shaven. He has Janice's beautiful green eyes and the same little smile.
Now something utterly strange came over me. I felt my cock hardening and body tensing as the sensation of falling for someone started to work its way through my body. There was a sense of being transported to another delightful world; this was the first time I'd ever wanted another man. I didn't even go through the normal teenage crushes that some boys had for other boys. I do, however, remember seeing Jonathan naked once when changing after sport. I'd momentarily admired his uncut cock and perfectly proportioned balls and thought it would be a lucky girl that got him. That was all!
That night in bed, I couldn't get him out of my mind. I'd jack off continually to thoughts of one or other of these two friends. I thought of Janice in her black pleated skirt, cream shoes, loose light blue blazer, red lip-stick and flowing black hair. I thought of her body close to mine in bed. At other times, I thought of her brother with his cock hard against my thigh as we embraced. Thinking of Jonathan had its own excitement. If you'd told me yesterday that I'd soon be crazy about another guy, I'd have said, laughingly, that you were crazy yourself!
Six months later, when I was over at his house, after visiting Janice, to whom I was now engaged, Jonathan came in and told me about a co-worker of his. This guy had met up with an old school friend and, for the first time ever, these two guys had had sex. Jonathan's co-worker told Jonathan that it was one of the most fascinating things he'd ever experienced. It had been a wonderful celebration of an old friendship, this guy had said.
At length Jonathan asked me if I thought that it was all right for guys to consummate years of friendship with sex. I said that if they felt the desire to do so, then perhaps they should. I noticed that his cock was straining.
I said casually, as a friend, "Something's turned you on!"
His girl-friend had gone away to France for year.
"Are you missing Anne?" I asked.
He looked at various corners of the room, his hands moving and mouth opening from time to time as if he wanted to say something.
At length words came from his mouth: "Well, Paul's story made me want something like that to happen between you and me. He bit his lip and looked at the floor.", immediately regretting what he had just said.
There was a long silence. Then I just walked over to him and gently embraced him, planting tiny kisses on his face. Our lips met, softly and sweetly. Normally our interaction with each other was rough and playful - we'd never quite shed our boyishness. Now we were more interested in ministering to each other with the tenderest compassion and concern; enjoying the fullness of our friendship, without the need for macho posturing. We explored every corner of each other's faces and then Jonathan remarked that it was hot, and that he'd take his sweater off. He did; I then gently undid the top button of his shirt and ran my fingers through the light hair at the top of his chest. He gasped a little. "You're beautiful!", I said. He beamed and said thanks, simply and sincerely. I continued to unbutton his shirt and then felt the top half of his body with my hands. With the utmost tenderness I started further down and undid his brown belt. Every nerve ending of my fingers was sexually charged. Even my eardrums registered his breathing and the sound of the buckle against the top metal button of his clean slightly-faded college boy denims. Every sound and smell was of sex and of passion for my friend. I unzipped tooth by tooth, occasionally glancing mischievously up at him, flirting, pretending that at any moment he was going to slap my hands and say "Now! That's enough of that!".
He read my thoughts and said in a faint voice. "I'm amazed at what you're doing, Peter. I'd never have thought that you were able to be so tender. I suppose I should push you away, but you know, I've no will to do so. In fact quite the opposite. I just love what you're doing. Keep going!"
I told him that I'd never wanted another man until today and he, lost in tender passion, whispered "Me neither!". We each laughed, a little nervously.
I was careful to pull his jeans down as carefully as I could. I didn't want to pull his red boxers down too! Well, not yet! I had to take it in stages. I wanted to make myself wait for the ultimate joy of passion with my friend. "No pain, no gain," is something that Jonathan often used to say. I agreed with him on this occasion. I knew we were ultimately going to share our cocks with each other, a token of our friendship, but that was for later that evening. We continued to put aside our macho side as we swayed to the sound of Irena Cara's "Flashdance...what a feeling!" coming across on the stereo.
I began to feel Jonathan's cock through his boxers as we held each other.
"I...I'm going to come." he said. "Please hel... help me! I obliged by crouching down in front of him. I took the waistband of his boxers and eased them downward. There was his cock, now, in full view, as beautiful as ever, showing its master's arousal. I smeared the pre-cum around the head. Shortly afterwards, his body writhed, he cried ecstatically and came in torrents. I lovingly held him as steady as I could and tried to catch as much cream as I could in my face. I was overjoyed to receive my best friend's come and to know that he'd never come for a man before. I felt privileged and I said "Thank you". I applied my lips to his cock head and kissed off some of the cream that was oozing out in short emissions after the main three-part surge. I kissed him and our chins were covered with come. We looked at each other and laughed at the fun of it all. We wrestled lightly.
Playfully Jonathan said: "You horny devil you!"
"Hey, wait a minute, and what name would you give yourself?...Well? Tell me!"
He smiled sheepishly as if to say "You've got me there!"
We looked in the mirror and laughed at the sticky mess we'd got ourselves into. Jonathan reminded me of the time when, as five year-olds we were covered in mud, one day, when we were playing football in a field. We came running in for some hot food and our mothers remarked how glowing and out-of-breath we were.
"Not much has changed!" in all these years, he said! "We're glowing and out-of-breath once again!"
"Yes", I said "and THIS is even more fun!"
We fell on to the bed and were soon very seriously at it again, Jonathan tearing my clothes off!
"My good shirt torn! ah forget it; there are more important things in life", I joyously remarked.
The following morning we put the sheets into the washing machine and poured in ample stain remover for good measure. We both agreed that we'd had the time of our lives. And that was the start of the renewal of our childhood friendship. What a start!
I'd be interested to hear what you think about this story, and about sex in general.
John
clashmore@hotmail.com