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Hey, what's up people. My... pseudonym, I guess you could say, is PETEonym (original, huh?). Anyway. Having been a fan of all-male erotica for quite some time I figured I'd venture in to the world of becoming a writer. I hope you find my stories entertaining and stimulating! Just keep in mind that I'm just starting off with all this. All these stories are based on real-life experiences that, in some cases, are mixed with fantasy. You know... as in (real-life) a friend and I felt eachother up while wresting when I was younger but I wish (fantasy) we ended up having sex! I'm sure you understand. Anyway, here goes!
Visiting Andrew (b/b, oral, anal)
"Ladies and Gentlemen, we would like to be the first to welcome you to Miami. Please remain seated until the plane comes to a complete stop and the "fasten seatbelt" sign is turned off. And thanks for flying with us." The intercom announced.
Finally, the flight was over. I looked around the cabin as passengers ignored the words of the captain. The plane had yet to "come to a complete stop" but you could hear the seatbelts unlatching and impatient passengers were getting up all around me, opening up the overhead compartments and retreiving their carry-ons. God, I hated people like that! Just wait a few more fucking seconds people! It's not like the plane will take off again after 5 minutes and everyone who didn't get off has to go somewhere else! Don't these people know that they're going to have to stand and wait in the aisle before the door opens anyway? Idiots.
I mean, I had a reason to want to get off the plane as quickly as I could but I was still chilling in my seat, waiting for the plane to actually reach the gate before I got up. That reason was that I was going to see Andrew for the first time in a year. Andrew and I had been good friends for years before his dad got reassigned and moved his family off to Florida. We had kept in touch with letters and the occasional phone call ever since, but this summer was the first time one of us was able to visit the other. It was the summer between my sophomore and junior years in highschool, and I was really looking forward to being able to hang out with Andrew and have things back to the way they were in the "old days" for a couple weeks.
Andrew had always been a good bud. He was a year younger than I was but that didn't prevent us from getting along and becoming really good friends. We were interested in alot of the same things. Basketball mainly. We had each had hoops in our driveways in our old town and would spend hours playing one- on-one, 21, or H-O-R-S-E and stuff. The one-on-one games were my favorite. I never lost a one-on-one game against him. I mean, he had a good outside shot and all, but I was 5'8'' as a highschool freshman and he, being a year younger than me, was only about 5'4'' back then. I would block half of the shots he took and, when I had the ball, I would drive to the hoop and lay it up right over him while he made vain attempts at getting a hand on the ball. And even when I missed, he would almost never get a rebound! Anyway, enough of the b- ball talk.
When the plane door opened, I grabbed my backpack from under the seat in front of me, stepped in to the aisle and walked my way out of the plane. When I stepped out of the plane, I thought I would die! Holy cow! How can people live in this place? The heat and humidity hit me like a wall of hot water! It never got like this in Southern California! Ughh.
Oh well, the weather may suck but I would get used to it. After leaving the tunnel and getting in to the terminal, I headed toward the baggage claim area. That's where Andrew said he'd meet me. Following the signs, I headed towards the carousels. When I got in to the baggage claim area, my eyes scanned the large room trying to find Andrew. I looked around the place, trying to find the short, light brown-haired, green eyed, skinny kid that I hadn't seen since last summer, while at the same time checking the lighted signs to see which carousel would be spitting out luggage from my flight. No luck finding either...
"Pete!" The voice came from somewhere behind me and to the right. I turned around and saw the smiling face of a teenage boy coming towards me. But this face was not attached to the body of the short kid I remembered. This face belonged to a tall guy! About 2 inches taller than me! But it had to be Andrew! Same light brown hair, same bright green eyes, smooth face, big (not too big... but "good big) lips. It was him!
"Hey dude!" I smiled back and started walking towards him. Well, he was still skinny. I mean, he's taller than me now, but he's grown so fast and is so skinny that I'd still kick his ass in b-ball. Afterall, how coordinated could a tall white guy be? Of course, I was a pretty tall white guy and I was coordinated as hell, but I didn't have the burden of an out of control growth spurt to get used to!
We walked up to one another and gave a manly hug/shake. You know, the kind where you reach out to shake hands first and, while shaking hands, lean in to pat eachother on the back.
"Damn dude good to see ya!" he said.
"Same here dude! Damn what's your mom been feeding you?!?" I asked.
"HAHA yeah I kinda did some growing over the last year or so." He smiled.
"How tall are you? 5'10'' or something?" I asked.
"Yeah about there. About 5'10'' and a half." he anwered, proudly. Ok, well, I had grown about an inch in the last year so he didn't have as much on me as I originally thought. Just an inch and a half.
"Dayyyammn! Must be the weather out here or somethin!" I joked. We shared a quick laugh, some more catching up on what our last year was like, and then walked around looking for my luggage. I recognized some people from my plane standing around carousel 4 so we checked it out, saw that it was the right one, and waited for my luggage. While waiting we carried on with our conversation. I mean, there wasn't too much to talk about. We still kept in touch with letters and phone calls so we were both updated on eachother's lives. I had a girlfriend, he didn't. In fact, he had never had a girlfriend. Which I always thought was strange for a guy as goodlooking as Andrew. We were both really goodlooking, popular at school and with the chicks. My brown and blonde-highlighted hair, deep brown eyes, tan skin and surfer's body was always popular with the ladies. And he had the goods too, I must say. But he never seemed to care much about chicks... Then again, his mom was always kind of overbearing so maybe she just never let him have one. Anyway...
He and I both surfed. I started surfing a couple years before he did when we both lived out on the west coast. My skin was tan, my hair had the sun- bleached highlights and all. He didn't start until moving out to Florida though. The topics of many a phone conversation or letters were us arguing about how the coast we lived on had better surf and better surfers. But he always had a natural tan anyway.
Finally getting my bags, we headed out to the parking lot where we met up with his mom. I shared my greetings with her and we were in the car for a few hours' drive north to Melbourne. Andrew and I both sat in the back of the minivan, talking about our plans for the next couple weeks and comparing surfing stories. I had done my research before getting to Florida and found out that Lollapalooza was going to be in Orlando on the upcoming Saturday. So we agreed that we would find tickets somewhere and head to the show. He had also borrowed a board from his friend for me to use while I was visiting so we were gonna be sure to hit the surf.
After about 4 hours, the car pulled in to the driveway of their home and Andrew and I went up to his room. He had a pretty nice pad. King sized mattress on the floor, surfboard hanging from the ceiling, nice entertainment center with a TV and VCR. We quickly stashed my stuff and went out to shoot some hoops in his driveway.
And he schooled me! Not only was he now taller, but he could jump higher than I could. For the first time ever, he beat me in a game of 21.
"Holy shit dude, that's the first time you ever beat me you bastard!" I joked, exhausted after the intense game in the more intense heat. We were both covered in sweat and panting after the game. "You're so lucky you're tall now and I'm not used to this heat yet!" I said, poking at him.
He just laughed and we went back inside to get something to drink. After polishing off what must have been 2 gallons of lemonade, we went up to his room to watch TV. I was having a great time. It was like we had never been away from eachother for a year, we were getting along so well. I was still burning hot from the game and the heat, so I took off my shirt and parked myself on his floor. He threw his shirt in to the hamper also, put a tape in the VCR, and lied down next to me. The tape had some Beavis and Butthead episodes on it, and we sat there drinking our lemonade and laughing our asses off at the antics taking place on the screen.
Every once in awhile, I would sneak a peak over to the guy lying next to me. His smooth, skinny chest moving up and down as he breathed. His abs flexing as he laughed at the TV. He had his arms resting behind his head, and I could see the small patch of light hair in his armpit. Yeah, I had thought about messing with a guy before and I had definitely thought about Andrew, but I was pretty content with what my girlfriend was giving me so I never really pursued these fantasies.
Uh oh... I better focus on the TV. I had a loose pair of boxers on underneath my black Umbros and couldn't affort to pop a woodie right here.
Luckily, a burst of laughter from Andrew drew my attention back to the TV. Andrew and I continued to watch TV, having a great time watching Beavis and Butthead rag on some cheesy old Adam Ant video from the 80's.
"HeHe... yeah... hehe." Andrew said in his best Beavis impression. "Pete sucks... hehe." He cracked.
"Uhhhh... huh huh... Andrew sucks... and he swallows... huh huh" I retorted, Butthead-esquely.
"HAHA. Whore!" Andrew said back, reaching over and giving me a punch to the chest.
"Bastard!" I laughed, reaching over and giving him a charlie horse.
"Ahhhhh! That hurts dude!" He yelled. With that, he got up and grabbed me, trying to put me in a headlock. Maybe he was taller then me, but he was still skinny as a bean pole. I had more muscle and strength then he did, and easily got out of his headlock, spun around and had him in a full nelson.
"Fucker!" he exclaimed, laughing in between breaths.
"Yeah! Maybe you grew taller but I can still kick your ass!" I said, fastening my fingers together behind his head and preventing any chance he had of getting out of my hold. We struggled around some more as he tried to break my grip. After awhile, Andrew ended up on the floor, face down with my arms still holding him in a full nelson. His body was flat on the ground and I was lying on top of him, my crotch resting on his ass. The only thing that separated my growing cock from contact with his ass was the thin layers of shorts and boxers we wore. I knew there was a chance he could feel my hardening cock, but I didn't want to get off of him. By now, he had stopped struggling. I could feel his body relax. My face was only a few inches from the back of his head, and I looked down to see his eyes closed and a slight smile on his face. I released my grip, taking him out of the full nelson, but didn't get off of him. Pretending that I was just too tired to slide off of his back, I rested my head on the back of his neck and continued to lie there.
Then, he started to move his ass up and down, creating some slight friction on my cock. There was no going back now. My dick was getting harder faster. I lifted my crotch off of his ass, reached in to my shorts and rearranged my hard 6'' teen cock so that it was pointing up towards our heads. I then lowered my crotch back on to his ass, so that my cock rested snuggly between his tight ass cheeks. His ass continued to move up and down, and I began to slowly move my hips back and forth, rubbing my shaft along his ass. I looked down in to his face again, and saw that the smile was gone. Instead, his mouth was open and his breathing was slow but heavy. Sweat covered his forehead and cheeks. Both of our bodies were glistening after our workout.
He looked so beautiful underneath me. His eyes closed, his lips slightly parted. His smooth face, with no sign of ever having needed a shave, covered in beads of sweat. His hair moist and matted. We were grinding against eachother at a quicker pace now. My fully hard cock, rubbing up and down the crack of his ass, the thin layers of boxers and shorts doing very little to separate our flesh or the feelings being exchanged from his ass to my cock. I loved what I was feeling and could tell he did too. But I wanted more. I wanted to see more of him. I wanted to touch my lips to his, see and feel his smooth ass and hard cock. So, I reluctantly lifted myself off of him and dropped to his side. Once the feeling of hard cock against his ass was gone, he let out a whimper. Lying at his side, I moved my face up to his and began to breathe on to his cheek. His eyes opened and looked in to mine. Andrew moved around and propped himself up on his right arm as I propped myself up on my left. Our mouths moved closer to one another and we kissed. Not a deep kiss. Not a heavy, long kiss. Not even any tongue. But the little kiss was all either one of us needed to know that we were each wanted what was about to happen.
Breaking eye contact with his face, my eyes followed a trail down his body. His tight pecs, small brown nipples, smooth tan chest. I could count the ribs on his thin frame. Then, as my eyes went lower, the came to rest on the bulge in the front of his shorts. I could see the outline of his cock, with a small wet spot at the tip. My hand reached out and i genlty slid my fingers over the outline of his cock. He let out a soft groan and dropped his head to his side. I grabbed the waistline of his shorts and began to pull down. He lifted his waist up off the floor, allowing me to slide his shorts and boxers off. Appearing before me was his gorgeous cock. Also about 6'', thin, slightly arching upwards. Only a small patch of pubic hair rested at the base. I could not see a vein or anything. Just a perfectly smooth, flesh colored cock. His balls were resting to the side, completely smooth and hairless, not too large or small, in a tight sack.
As I took hold of his cock, he dropped back down to lie on his back. He reached over and grabbed my Umbros, pulling me closer to him. I got up on to my knees and he pulled my shorts down, revealing my hard cock. Although it was the same length as his, it was a good deal thicker, showing off the thick veins that lay under the skin. My dark brown pubic patch was bigger than his, and my balls hung lower. His eyes were staring at the cock he had just discovered, and his soft hand wrapped around my dick.
Not a word was said by either of us this whole time. Body language alone was what we were communicating with. And his body language was about to show me that he wanted his cock sucked. He got up from his prone position and pushed me back on to the floor so I was lying on my back. Then, he planted a leg on either side of my chest, grabbed a hold of his cock, and lowerd his cock to my mouth. I gladly opened my mouth wide as his cock slid past my lips. I was in heaven. Things were happening so fast that I never had a chance to second guess what was going on. I never had the chance to think about whether I really wanted this to happen. And now, as I found Andrew's hard cock sliding in to my mouth, I wanted nothing else.
His hand let go of his cock and he began to move his hips up and down, slowly fucking my face. I reached up with both of my hands and placed them on to his ass. Smooth, completely hairless. I could feel his butt tighten as he pushed his hips downward.
"Ohhhh. Mmmmm." He moaned. "Oh yeah."
Obviously he loved the feeling of having his cock in my mouth. I loved it also, and I used my hands to pull down on his ass, taking as much of his cock I could swallow without gagging. Then, his hips began to thrust back and forth at an incredibly fast pace. He was fucking my mouth at a furious pace, grunting and panting.
"Ahhhhh.... Ahhhhhhhh FUCK!" He groaned, pulling his dick back so only the head was in my mouth and spurting his load. I could feel the hot jets of cum hit the back of my mouth and my tongue. I did all I could to not swallow, I wanted to keep his load in my mouth, taste it as long as I could, and drink it in one big gulp. When he finished cumming, he withdrew his cock from my mouth, a long string of cum running from his cockhead to my lips. Savoring the sweet taste of Andrew's spooge in my mouth, I finally swallowed.
I was still lying on my back as Andrew got up. Without saying a word, he walked over to his dresser and grabbed a bottle of lotion. He walked back over to me, straddled my waist, and said,
"I've wanted this so bad."
With that, he popped open the lotion, spurted some out on to his hand, reached back, and applied it to my cock. He brought his hand back up and put some more lotion on to it. Reaching back again, he rubbed it along his ass crack. I had no idea what to say or do as is slippery hand took hold of my cock and he lowered his ass towards it. I could feel my cockhead touching his crack. Slowly, he lowered himself some more and the most incredible feeling imaginable shot down my cock. My dickhead slid past his tight sphincter and, in one smooth motion, my shaft slid up his ass.
"Ohhhhhh yeahhhhhh" he moaned.
"Ahhhhh dude" I managed to reply. He was sitting on my cock now, having it buried deep up his ass.
"Fuck me Pete. Fuck me." Was all he said. He began to move his ass up and down, fucking himself with my cock. I grabbed the sides of his waist with my hands and began to thrust my hips up, shoving my cock as far up in to his tight hole as it would go. Andrew's back was arched and his left hand rested on my leg. His right hand was furiously spanking his still-hard cock.
"OH! OH!" I moaned. His breath was coming in spurts, timed with the thrusts of my cock up his asshole. Moaning and groaning in sync, he bounced up and down on my cock as I pumped it in and out of him. Then, Andrew stopped bouncing and let me do all the fucking. He moved his ass from side to side, grinding down on to my cock. Then, he let out a loud breath, a desperate whimper, and shot a load all over my chest. As wad after wad of his cum splashed my body, his ass twitched around my cock. The feeling his twitching ass muscles created on my cock were too much for me to handle.
"Andrew!" I gasped.
Ramming my cock in to him as deep as it would go, my cock exploded in the heaviest orgasm of my life. I threw my head back, arched my back, thrust my hips upward and filled his ass with my load.
Totally spent, I couldn't move. I didn't want to. I wanted the feeling of his warm hole around my cock to last forever. I could feel cum oozing down my shaft and on to my balls. Andrew dropped down on top of me, his then chest resting on my muscular upper body. We stayed in that position, my cock still buried in his ass, for several minutes.
"Oh man..." I managed to say.
"I loved that" Andrew said back.
Then, a knock at the door.
"ANDREW!!! PETER!!! MOM SAYS GET READY FOR DINNER!!!" It was Andrew's annoying little brother pounding on the door.
Ignoring his brother, we kissed. This time, it was deep. Our tongues darted in and out of eachother's mouths. Breaking apart the kiss, Andrew slowly got up off me, making my body flinch in pleasure as he tightened his asshole one more time and slid off my cock.
"You wanna shower first?" He asked.
"You go. I still gotta recover." I said back.
He chuckled and went in to his bathroom to shower. I got up and sat down on his bed, thinking about what had just happened. I couldn't believe it! The first day of my visit and this is what happened! Damn!
I showered and we went downstairs for dinner. After we ate, we went out to the video store. Since I was a licensed driver and Andrew had a permit, he drove. On the drive to the store, I asked,
"How did you learn to do that?"
"My cousin. He and I started messing around a few months ago." he said.
"Which cousin?" I asked.
"Jake. He lives down the street from us. He's 15. He taught me everything I know" Andrew said, looking over and smiling at me.
"Well, he must be a good teacher!" I responded, laughing.
"He is. And you'll find that out for sure."
"Whaddya mean by that?" I said, confused.
"Jake's still here for the summer. He'd love to get it on with you! And you'd like him too. He's so hot" Andrew informed me.
Well, I did meet Jake, liked him, and had a great time with he and Andrew. But that's a different story.... :)
Story by PETEonym. Feel free to email comments to PETEonym@aol.com