This is my first attempt at writing gay fiction. I have written several transsexual stories which have been published online, but this is my first male-on-male story. Because I like to learn and grow from experience, I appreciate any constructive criticism, positive or negative.
Also, I have decided to try including a synopsis for the first time to give the reader a glimpse at what to expect from my story. This way, if you're not interested, you don't have to read the entire thing.
Synopsis: This story involves two high school friends, now both in college, who are compelled by circumstances to share a bed after a late-night party. Sexual talk awakens hidden desires in the two boys and they begin to experiment, gradually becoming more and more bold as their passions awaken their homosexual desires...
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-1-
It was nearly 4:00 AM and I was beginning to feel tired. With a yawn, I glanced around my friend Jason's living room, just to see if anyone was still paying attention to the old movie on TV. My friend Pat was asleep on the couch, breathing evenly. Apparently, he'd been asleep for a while. My friend Ron was asleep on the floor. Well, maybe "asleep" is a poor choice of words. He was passed out, drunk. So was a girl I didn't know. Realizing I was the only one awake in the room, and I had no real reason to be there, I turned off the television and left, flipping the light switch as I did, and shutting the door.
The lower floor of Jason's house looked like a disaster zone. People were asleep in every conceivable spot. Empty liquor bottles and other assorted garbage littered the kitchen, including my friend Dan, who was passed out on the floor.
Jason, like me, was home for college on spring break and his parents were away on vacation. In their absence, he decided to have a massive blowout, inviting everyone we knew from our high school days and their friends to his house, providing plenty of alcohol and marijuana to go around. But now Jason and his girlfriend were locked away in his room. Dan was asleep. Everyone I knew was either passed out downstairs or had gone home for the evening. There was nothing for me to do, but fall asleep.
The only available room in the house was Jason's parents' room. I felt a little awkward sleeping in their bed, but there was no way I was going to sleep on the hardwood floor, surrounded my drunks I didn't even know. Without knocking, or even thinking to knock, I walked into the master bedroom.
"Hey James," said a voice from the room, startling me. At first, I was afraid I had walked in on two people going at it, but it was only my friend John, sitting on the corner of the bed, taking off his socks.
"Hey John," I replied. "What's up?"
"I was just about to go to bed," he replied. "I was hoping I could crash here but it looks like you've already stolen it, so I'll go see if there's a spot of floor available downstairs."
"Well..." he said, looking at the bed behind him. "I guess we could share the bed."
"That's alright," I said, thinking it was a weird suggestion.
"I'm serious," said John. "It's a huge bed so it's not like we'll be on top of each other. Plus it's better than having to sleep on the floor."
I had to admit that he was right on both points. The bed was large enough to accommodate both of us comfortably and a shared bed was better than no bed at all. Granted, I would have rather shared it with a hot chick, but I was tired, and not in a mood to complain. I agreed to share the bed as John removed his other sock.
-2-
I went to the bathroom to take a piss before bed. When I came back, John was wearing only a t-shirt and jeans, watching a late weather report on the television. I took a moment to look at my friend. He was as tall as me, with short brown hair, and green eyes. He was in good shape, with a handsome face, and a body most girls found attractive. I knew this last part based on how many girls he slept with on a regular basis. He attended the same school as Jason and was likewise on his spring break.
When he sensed me return, John turned off the television, and put the remote on the night table. We looked at me and I looked at him. We shared a little awkward moment where we both removed our pants, then climbed into bed wearing only our t-shirts and boxer shorts. We turned out the light and settled in to go to sleep.
It wasn't long, however, before we began to chat. Maybe we weren't entirely comfortable sleeping together and were attempted to delay it as long as possible, or maybe we just weren't as tired as we thought. We talked for a while about school, and about what we might do afterward, then about girls. John, as usual, was nailing a steady stream while I was content with the occasional fooling around.
"So did you and Rachel hook up?" I asked, referring to a female friend of ours. "Jason said you did."
"Sort of," he said, chuckling mysteriously.
"What do you mean, 'sort of'?" I asked.
"Well, you know how Rachel's really tiny?" he asked, and I nodded in response. "The thing is," he continued, "she was a bit TOO tiny."
"Oh no..." I said, sensing what was coming.
"Unfortunately," he said. "We tried to have sex, but I couldn't get it in her without hurting her, so we had to give up eventually."
"It's really that big, huh?" I said.
John nodded. By this time, the room was still dark, but there was enough moonlight coming from behind the blinds that we could see. John and I were both on our sides, facing one another, which made it easier to talk. I noticed that, as the conversation had gone on, we had somehow moved closer to one another than when the conversation had began.
"It's hot in here," I mentioned.
"Yeah," said John. "I'm gonna sleep on top of the blankets."
John crawled out from underneath the covers and I did the same. He extended his long legs, stretching them, and then folded his hands on his stomach. My eyes drifted curiously to his boxer shorts. How big could it be? I wondered. Suddenly, I noticed a bulge in his shorts, and my heart skipped a beat. My mouth and eyes widened. I tried to pretend I had seen anything, but John wasn't fooled.
"Do you want to see it?" he asked in a very plain voice.
I didn't know how to react, so I blurted out the truth: "Sure."
John looked at me for a moment, then reached down to his crotch. He unbuttoned the front of his boxers and his fingers slipped in. He hesitated for a moment, breathing nervously, and then pulled out his cock, which had to be at least eight-inches, still limp. I stared at his circumsized penis in awe. It was bigger than I had imagined, nearly as long as my forearm, and very thick.
"God..." I breathed.
He laughed nervously. "How big is yours?"
"Not that big," I said.
"Come on," he said. "Let me see."
My chest seized up when he suggested it. I was not ashamed of my penis size, but his was so big, it only added embarrassment to the thought. I'd seen other men's dicks before, but in locker rooms or porno movies, not lying in bed with another guy late at night. But, he had shown me his.
My boxers didn't have a button or any kind of hole in the front, so I hooked my thumbs under the elastic waistband, and arched my back, pulling my boxers about half-way down my thighs, and then I lay on my back. My cock, like his, was circumized, but it was only about five inches limp. It got bigger as it got harder, but it wasn't as impressive as his.
"It's nice," he said. "You have nothing to worry about."
"Thanks," I said.
We both lay on our backs for a while, not saying anything, but neither of us made any move to cover ourselves up. A million, unexplainable thoughts were going through my head. I'd never fantasized about being with another guy, but the idea didn't repulse me either. His dick was so big, and so perfectly-shaped, I would have almost called it beautiful. So John and I lay there for a few minutes, staring at the ceiling when not taking peeks at one another, our dicks out in the open.
John stirred next to me. Without either of us speaking, I turned my head to look at him, as he moved on to his side, propped up on his elbow. His hand moved cautiously across the bed until it was inches from my hip, then stopped. He looked into my eyes, but I gave him no discernable response. Feeling emboldened, he reached up and put his hand on my stomach, just above my pubic hair. Once again, he tried to gauge my response. His hand moved slowly down my stomach and through my bush. It rested gently on my cock. Once again, he took my lack of response as a good sign, and wrapped his fingers around my shaft, squeezing it slightly.
"John," I said quietly, "stop..."
He immediately became embarrassed and jerked his hand away.
"I was just... I was..." he said.
I reached down and grabbed the waistband of my boxer shorts again. I lifted my legs, sliding them down to my ankles, and then kicking them off, where they landed on the floor beside the bed. John smiled and his hand moved back to my cock, this time without the hesitation. He held my dick firmly in his large hand and began to stroke it slowly.
-3-
As John slowly stroked my cock up and down, it became rock hard on his hand. I knew I should be shocked out our behavior, but it felt so good being jerked off by another person that I didn't resist. He began to jerk more rapidly, testing my limits. My legs stretched involuntarily and my toes curled. I even let out a soft whimper as my male friend gave me the most amazing handjob of my life. His grip tightened and he began to pump rhythmically until beads of sweat appeared on my forehead and I could barely keep quiet.
John began to move next to me and pulled his hand away from my cock, much to my disappointment, until I saw what he was doing. John stripped off his boxer shorts and tossed them away, letting his big dick sit in the breeze. Again, I was captivated by it. John moved again, scooting along on the bed, until our bare legs were touching. He put his arm around my shoulder, and I put my arm around his. We both smiled at each other, and simultaneously reached for the other's dick.
As my friend's penis became engorged, it became even bigger, and I could barely get my hand around it. I stroked him as hard as he had stroked me until we were synchronized in our efforts. As he brought me closer and closer to orgasm, my hand clenched his shoulder tightly, trying to keep control. Despite what we were doing, I felt embarrassed about ejaculating in front of him, and wondering how he would react.
