This is a fictional story about two young men starting to love each other sexually. If you don't want to read about that, it'd be best to ignore what follows. It involves a fantasy loosely inspired by a fictional character in a movie. The character is a lusty heterosexual young man. The actor is Tom Cruise. When an actor plays a character, there's no reason to believe that the actor has any similarity to his character at all; thus I'm making no comment whatsoever on Tom Cruise; I have absolutely no wish to.
The character is owned by Geffen Pictures and the movie is written and directed by Paul Brickman (1983). The producers are Jon Avnet and Steve Tisch. All rights reserved.
Starting to Love another Guy ----------------------------
I hardly ever desire guys sexually so when it happens it's all the more exciting and memorable for that. Yesterday I watched the movie "Risky Business", a comedy starring Tom Cruise. I didn't know what the film was going to be about and it was a desultory decision to rent it and put it into my DVD player. I wasn't in the best of moods. I'd just seen, in the local newspaper, a wedding photograph of a woman I was hot for some years back. I'd pursued her but to no avail. It hurt to see her so radiant in her wedding dress. I had decided to watch the movie, as I couldn't face doing anything else.
In the story, the twenty-one year old Tom Cruise plays an eighteen-year-old called Joel. I started to fantasise about Tom Cruise's character. Joel is a good American boy but, like most boys his age, he's incredibly horny. His parents are away and his lust gets the better of him. He wears blue Levis, Nike trainers and a woollen jersey in one scene. In another he's wearing a black round-necked cotton T-shirt, a tweed jacket and his Levis. And in yet another scene still, he's in his white briefs only. What a guy!
I fantasise about being Joel's age and being a new buddy of his. We start to meet up regularly to go bowling and talk about girls. One day, as our friendship is growing, we're back at his place talking about everything and anything and, strange to say, each is getting excited about the other. Our breathing is getting short and tense, our eyes get heavy with desire and we keep glancing at each other's crotch and keeping eye contact for just that bit too long. Eventually, after one of these gazes, we both break into an embarrassed smile. No words need to be spoken.
Joel goes off to get some orange juice and when he comes back with the glasses he sits down on the sofa beside me. I'm in my seventh heaven in anticipation of what's to come. We drink our drinks and then Joel leans over to kiss me gently and sweetly. I see his cock hardening against his Levis in response to the pleasure I'm giving him. Mine does too. So there we are: two guys making out on Joel's parents' sofa, exploring each other's mouth, ignoring, for the present, two cocks pleading for attention. They'll have to wait their turn!
Our hands are busy caressing each other's face while our lips start the process of ministering to each other's deep sexual needs. This is not something we want to rush. We've a lot of sweet romantic nothings yet to whisper in each other's ears.
"Joel, have you ever done this with another guy before?" I ask my friend.
"No, you're someone special, Mark!", he replies.
"And you?". I hear myself saying.
"No, you're the only one; you're the most amazing guy I've ever met".
"I need to go further now, Mark!", Joel says at length and he helps me to take off his shirt. I plant kisses on his hairless chest and then he moves himself so that I can peel his Levis off. When they're down at his ankles, I realise that I'll have to take his shoes off too! Every part of him is a delight to me and I gladly carry out that task, thinking of what's to come. His socks, shoes and Levis are piled up on the floor now and adoringly I nuzzle into his white briefs, damp with pre-come. He runs his fingers through my hair. I look up occasionally into his face; he's so happy! I remove his briefs and reveal their contents in their nest of fine hair. The smell of young-manhood is overwhelming and, indeed all my five senses are in paradise. I HEAR his groaning, I SEE his beautiful cock and balls, I FEEL the shape of his prepuce in my mouth, I SMELL his penile aroma and then I TASTE the white nectar he spurts into my mouth. I share this with him in a kiss and, whispering in his ear, I thank him.
In the morning we wake in Joel's bed, each caked in dried come. We were hungrily devouring each other until exhaustion came over us. That morning we both realised that we'd become a couple and, in the days ahead, our friendship would grow in every way. What joy!
I hope this story of two guys really starting to love each other made you come! I'd like to know if it did, and you might like to write to me: clashmore@hotmail.com