Well where should I start... with Steve I suppose. Steve is one of those friends from high school that everyone knew. He was both the class clown and the one everyone wanted. He ran track and that was about it. Other than that Steve was "normal", he did homework when necessary, and hung out and drank beers and could carry on a real intelligent conversation. We went to separate colleges after high-school, but always kept in touch. I suppose you want to know what Steve looks like? Of course you do! Well, he's taller than me, which makes him about 6', he's got short dark brown hair and deep blue eyes, he has a really lean body and you can make out the veins in the muscles in his arms. Sometimes, I would catch myself watching those veins move around as he spoke, I would watch them shift slightly from side to side and trace them down to his muscular hands. Steve was always kinda well tanned, but in the summer he still loved to lay outside and catch some sun. Sometimes I would come over and layout on his back deck with him. We would shoot the breeze and attempt to fall asleep under the hot sun. Sometimes, I would just lay there and watch him with his eyes closed, he looked so peaceful. He had really great calves from running and sort of hairy legs and really beautiful feet, he also had really hairy armpits which I remember turning me on. So I guess needless to say, I had a crush on my straight best friend, but it was high school so there was no way I could ever tell him something like that! Hell, I didn't even know what I would have said. But that was 6 years ago, I'm out of college now, went there for medicine came out an architect. Isn’t college great! Being a doctor just wasn't for me and being a physics major wasn't right for Steve either, because he later decided on engineering. It worked out great for me because we always have so much to talk about. Things I'm trying to figure out in my job, Steve can find the answers for. Well, it comes about one summer night while we were talking on the phone that we never took that much looked forward too senior trip after high school. We had got the big idea in to our heads back then, that we would go out in a little boat and row through these connecting shallow lakes and swamps, till we would get to the campground about 10 miles away. "It just never happened" I said, "Senior year went by so fast you know". "Yeah I know" said Steve. "But I'm free all this week and you were just complaining about not having work coming in right now, so this'd be the perfect time". Well, needless to say he finally talked me into it. He always had a way of doing that, talking me into things that I wouldn't normally do. The trip never was anything I would normally do, not even in high school, but he kept pestering me and I would always give in. So maybe you’re wondering about me. I guess it's high time I introduced myself. My name’s Brian. I'm a really nice guy, I have a heart bigger than my brain and sometimes it gets me in trouble. I'm 5'11" with dark hair and blue eyes and a goatee. I can get pretty tan in the summer, but my complexion is light the rest of the time. I've been told I look like a cross between the Baldwins and the Fines, but I'm not sure if I could live up to being that attractive. I'm a pretty flirtatious person and even though it seems like people are always hitting on me, I remain single most of the time. I have a nice body from working out and have pretty hairy legs and armpits myself now, my dick is around 7 and a half inches long but pretty wide and my balls hang pretty low down in their sack. Is that enough? Well get into it more--later I'm sure. So skip to the day. There we are. Steve came by my house in his truck and picked me up--it was like being in high school again. He had rented this nice sized rowboat for the week, we had a lot of food and sleeping bags and a lantern--everything we could think of. We got to the site at about 9:30 in the morning and the fog was still lingering out in the distance, frogs were calling their early morning songs, and Steve and I were setting out on this journey. We rowed all day, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, depending on the conversation or mood. By midday we stopped all together by lunch, we found a island in amongst the chain of ponds, it was sort of dark underneath the canopy of trees and it added a mystical feeling to the day. "I feel like I'm in some sort of Indiana Jones movie", Steve said. "Yeah we’re looking for,..for.". "lost treasure" said Steve, what else would we be looking for" he said with a grin. "Rowing really gives me a hardon" Steve said. Whoa, I hadn't heard him talk like that since high school, when everyone sort of said things like that, just to prove we were comfortable with being a guy. Steve saying that made me more than comfortable this time though, in fact it made me hard as a rock. I just looked at Steve and smiled, "Well I hope, you can control yourself, we've got 4 more hours of this!" I said. We both just laughed it off. Pretty soon it was time to get back in the boat and go on down the waterway. We rowed for what seemed like forever and talked about everything from back in the day. How much fun we had in high school, how much we missed it, somehow I blurted out "I sort of had a crush on you back then." As I said it, my stomach dropped, and a cold chill ran over my body. Steve didn't say anything, he just kept rowing slowly and didn't look at me. When he did it, was a really serious look and then he would look away. "I'm sorry" I said. " I don't know where that came from". He looked at me for a few minutes. Pretty soon a grin came over his face and he covered his mouth, "You shit head!" he screamed at me, now laughing. "Why the fuck didn't you tell me that before?" "What?" I exclaimed, "What are you talking about?" Well he told me he had sort of liked me too and thought I was pretty cute for a boy and that now that I was a man, I was pretty damn fine. I was sort of shocked. We talked about this new subject for ever, how he had gone out with a few guys in college, how I had gone out with a few guys in college--and then, somehow, we both kissed. Something slow at first, and then I was on top of him! We were kissing each other like crazy. He would stick his tongue deep in my mouth and I would suck on it like it was his cock, sucking so hard, his tongue would engorge with blood. He moaned in pleasure as I sucked on his tongue and kissed him and I began to explore his body with my hands. I ran my hands up his shirt peeling it off of him so I could see what I was touching. First, I had to feel his hard pecs, they turned me on so much when we were in high school. His nipples were hard and red and I bent down and sucked on one, he whimpered when I did so, "Oh god, I want you!" escaped his breathy mouth. I ran my hands over his hard stomach the one I was so jealous of, the one that could hold water between the bulging abdominal muscles. I continued to suck on his nipples occasionally nibbling them. He threw his arms around me and thrust his pelvis up into my chest, I could looked up and saw his armpits and started to lick them. They were so warm and musky, I sucked on his sweaty bicep and traced that vein all the way down to his fingers with my tongue. I sucked on each one of his salty fingers, meanwhile I reached a hand down and felt the bulge in his shorts and the growing wet spot below his zipper. "Please take my shorts off" he said. "I can't take the pressure anymore" I reached over and pulled his shorts off leaving his flannel "JOE" boxers on, talk about something I always hoped to catch a glimpse of in high school. I couldn't believe he still wore flannel boxers. I wanted to cum right then and there. I sucked on the wet spot on the front, I could feel his large cock head mashed against the tight fabric. " We have to find another island" Steve said, and we rowed as fast as we could, both of us barely able to keep our hands off each other. Finally we found a sort of island complete with a somewhat sandy spot, we jumped out of the boat and threw down the blanket from earlier. "Where were we?", I asked coyly with a smile. I think you were looking for this, and with that he pulled off his boxers and let his big dick flop out, it was about as big as mine or bigger, sort of olive brown like his skin pulsing like crazy and shiny from precum. I immediately put my mouth over it and began to coat it in my saliva as I sucked it like crazy. It had a slight curve to it, so it made it difficult to suck, but I could get it all the way to where my nose was touching his pubes. He was moaning loudly now and I knew that he might cum soon if I didn't slow down a bit. I went back up to his nipples and started to suck on it them again. “Take your clothes off,”: he said. “Let me help you.” And he took off my T-shirt and jean-shorts, telling me to sit on his chest. He then just sucked my raging hardon through my underwear, until the white fabric was see through with spit, and you could make out my package. Then, he pulled them back, letting out my dripping tool. Precum dripped onto his chest and he diped it up with his finger and licked it off. I pulled my underwear off and decided to go back to his cock. I turned around on his chest and started to lick his dick all over like it was a huge piece of candy. Next thing I knew his tongue was touching my ass, licking all around the rim of my hole, which I always kept perfectly clean for such an occasion. All of a sudden he started darting his tongue in and out, licking the inside of my ass. I could barely keep going I was so lost in the moment, he kept going and pretty soon was fucking my ass with his tongue alone. I started to contract my muscles each time he thrust his tongue. His spit started to run out my hole and I could feel the warm fluid run down my thigh. I knew then I wanted his cock inside me, so I told him so. “I want you to fill me up, you god damn stud you!” He just grinned and said okay, We flipped over and now, I was on my back with my legs wrapped around his warm back, the tip of his dick touched my fuck hole and bounced with each beat of his heart. He slowly slid it in, it was so hot inside me I thought I was going to melt. He just kept going and going until I could feel his hairy crotch touch my anus opening. That slight curve that made his cock hard to suck, felt so good inside me, it was at the same angle as the inside of my anus and slid way up in me, I was literally full with his dick, it fit me like a cork. He slowly began to fuck me as he closed his eyes, my ass made wonderful gaping sounds as air rushed in and out. I felt him fill my bowels with every inch of his cock, and then pull it all out, only to ram it back in again. His balls, which were so big and hung down as far as his dick, beat into my ass cheeks, adding another sound to the moment. He stayed like this for quite sometime, then eventually, his pace speed up and I knew he was going to cum. He started shaking, and started to pound my ass really hard. I tightened my muscles really hard, to clamp on to his cock. Finally, with a faint scream, he came inside me. I could feel it shoot deep inside me and now my manhole began to fill up with his cum. No matter how tight I made myself, there was so much cum that his cock slid in and out on it like a water slide. I felt full inside now--even after his dick pulled out. There was so much hot cum inside me, rowing must have really given him a case of the blue balls. He just rested there on his knees the head of his dick still inside my cum filled fuckhole. "Oh my god!" he said, “That was so amazing. I’ve always wanted to do that before.” "I'm glad I was your first," I said. But Steven said that what he had actually really wanted was to have a man inside him. I told him I wanted nothing more than to please him, but that's another story to be told later Thanks, Brian any comments on my stories should be sent to howl90@aol.com
