drawde
06-26-2012, 11:19 AM
This is a short story I originally wrote as part of my GetDare blog "Diary of a Teenage Boy." (http://www.getdare.com/bbs/blog.php?u=34802) It is just a quick story about the first sexual adventures of two seventeen year old teenage boys who are best friends. I never intended to post this as a story, but I wrote quite a bit, so I felt I'd share it with this forum. It doesn't centre around Truth or Dare very much, but does contain some mild sexual content.
Feel free to read more about myself and tales of growing up on my blog "Diary of a Teenage Boy" (http://www.getdare.com/bbs/blog.php?u=34802)
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I imagine it almost every night. We'd be sat on the sofa, in my room. Late at night. The world is silent, but we'd be awake. Talking like we always do. Our bromance would reach a new level. We'd start taking about girls, celebrities, attraction. We'd get a little hot, a little horny. We'd become less concerned about what we are saying as our hormones take over. We'd move on to talk about sex. Talking about being naked, and rubbed and touched. We'd talk about cuming. We'd talk about wanking. My mind would wander to the though of you thrusting your dick and cuming on your body. And yours would wander too.
At some point, something would change in our eyes. This is no longer just a sexual chat between friends, this is now foreplay. Maybe, we'd move on to a bit of truth or dare. Each hiding our pulsing dicks. We'd reveal secrets about the porn we use, where we've masturbated, what makes us horny, our fetishes. We'd do silly dares like dancing like a chicken, flashing our butts out the window or giving wedgies. However, things would get serious when he posed the question, "Have you ever thought about boys?" I would shy away from answer, scared it may ruin our friendship. But, on a wild hope of trust and acceptance, I would admit my inner most secret, that I have thought about boys, a lot. My intense fear would however be blown away with two words uttered from you, "Me too."
Years of built up tension and sexual desire are oozing out of us. I'd look up into your eyes. There would be a most serious moment lasting an eternity. We'd both be terrified to move further in the case that it may ruin our friendship, but both of us know that neither one of us is looking for a relationship, if anything we're looking to just become closer friends. We've just shared our deepest secrets, what else might we share tonight? Whatever words came next, they matter to neither of us, we both inch our way closer to each other on the sofa.
Beneath our layers, our skin is burning to feel exposure. We are right next to each other now. Tentatively and cautiously, I reach my hand out to rest on your chest. You don't move. You don't flinch. My hand moves lower, rubbing your tight, muscular body. You're tense but I can feel your heat radiating. My hand reaches the first button, and slowly, I pull it free. I'm scared you'll stop me, so I keep going, pulling the buttons free, revealing your hot, dark, muscular skin. I've seen your chest a hundred times before, but this time is different. I'm relieved when your hands move too, not to stop me, but too grab hold of my shirt.
As I undo the bottom button of your shirt, my hands so close to the tight tent in your jeans, your hands begin to run over my chest. I'm frozen with half shock/half disbelief at the reality of our situation. As your arms move over my body, I look to see through the doors of your open shirt, the full profile of your exposed chest. The thin line of hair running up from the band of your boxers. Your muscles outlined in the dark and your nipples small, but erect. As your arms move over my back, to grab the back of my t-shirt, your body moves up closer to my face as your movement causes your abs to flex. I'm close to erupting in my boxers as the outline of your abs is revealed only inches from my face.
Your hands grab my t-shirt and pull it up. I lift my arms to allow you to pull it up, and as the shirt gets higher, you lift your body up, with your knees on the sofa, moving your hard crotch close to my face. My t-shirt is off and you come down to sit again, and we take a moment as our eyes pass. I then reach over, bringing my chest close to yours. My thick line of hair, my tanned muscles come closer to yours. I pull your shirt over your shoulders and down your arm, leaning in close to your body, pulling the shirt off your arms behind your back. As I make the last pull to get the shirt off your arms, our chests touch. I make a swipe at the shirt, throwing it to the floor beside the sofa, but I catch your arms and you lose your balance. You fall back onto the sofa, and so do I, landing right on top of you.
Our chests are fully touching now. I can feel your heart beating deep into your chest. I can feel the blood pulsing in your groin as my leg rests in-between yours. I pull myself up and rub my hand on your chest. I run my fingers over your hard nipples, down over yours flexed abs, down to your cute line of hair, running my fingers down it to the waistband of your boxers. I am in awe at whether this experience is real. I am lying on top of my best friend, both half naked and erect, rubbing my hands over his abs. I look up to his face. It is a defining moment, whether we go further, or stop and never speak of this again. By the exclamation of pleasure on his face and his look of lust, I can tell that I'm not the only one ready to go further.
Suddenly things start to heat up and get a lot faster. This is the time we've been dreaming of. I quickly move my hand onto his jeans, as I move down the sofa, off of his body, as I reach for his belt buckle. As I yank on the straps of his belt, I feel is penis press against the fabric. I look to his face and we share a smile, a smile we've never seen before. The belt comes loose and I undo his jeans button and pull down his zip, rubbing his hard penis along the way. I grab hold of the fabric of his jeans by his thighs and pull, slowly revealing the subject of my dreams for years. First the waistband of his boxers, then the climb of the mountain as the dark blue fabric rises up to the peak of his erect dick, hiding under the surface of the boxers. I pull his jeans down over his knees and off thrown onto the floor. My own boxers receive a splash of precum as I look to see my best friend in nothing but boxers lying on my sofa.
It becomes clear that this is too much to handle for both of us, as I see his penis pressed tight to the fabric, looking for escape. He pulls himself up, flexing is abs and comes to me. He puts his hands onto my own jeans, quickly unfastening the button, grabbing the legs and pulling quickly. My penis jumps at the extra freedom, my loose boxers, doing little to hide my thrusting member. I watch as he stares at my body and I stare at his. He rubs his hand up my leg, sending sexual sensations all up my body. My hand reaches out to feel his abs and rub his chest. Our eyes meet for the question "Are you ready?".
We get to our feet to stand beside the sofa about a metro apart. "On the count of three?" I say. Our bodies tense, ready to take the ultimate leap in our friendship. "3" His hands slide down his perfect body, into the waistband of his boxers. "2" He places his thumbs into the waistband, pulling down slightly to reveal a slight inch of pubic hair growing beneath the stalk of his snails trail. "1" In one smooth motion we pull our boxers down to the floor, exposing our deepest secrets and changing our friendship forever. We stand up tall, and I almost faint as I look to see your thick, dark, wet penis standing erect in a tight, neat forrest of dark hair.
Your eyes look lustfully over my body as I watch the small trickle of clear liquid ooze over your hard, uncircumcised penis. I can't control myself, and I reach and grab my own hard, wet dick. I begin to slowly stroke as my eyes move over your body. You watch my movements and reach to grab your own penis and begin thrusting. Only a metre apart, we stand rubbing our oozing hot cocks, watching each other, as we are ready to blow our load. You take a step closer to me, eyes fixated on my body. You keep moving, until our bodies are practically touching. Our cocks are only centimeters apart. Then, your hand lets go of your own penis, which swings over to touch mine. I practically cum on the spot, but what I didn't know, was that you were about to reach out your hand, and place it on my own cock.
A wave of unbelievable sexual pleasure ran through my body. Not only was this delightful for my penis, but it was a sexual experience with my closest, hottest friend. Your hand starts to move faster, and I'm close to screaming. I reach out to touch your abs and run my hand down, over your body to reach a handful of your own thick cock. I feel your blood pumping and feel your precum oozing over my fingers and I grip your skin and begin to pump. We move over to the sofa, sitting down next to each other. I see how your abs flex as you lie down, with your cock up high. Our hands reach for each others penises, and we begin to pump. My body is close to exploding. I keep stroking, getting faster and faster. I watch as you bite your lip in pleasure. Our arms bump as we both stroke faster and faster. You begin to moan in pleasure and my body begins to tense, thrusting along to your motions.
I bring my free hand over to wrestle with your balls as I continue to pump faster. I tickle and rub, as you flinch with pleasure. I rub my hand over your abs and chest filling your body with pleasure. Your hand on my cock pulses faster and faster as I moan louder. Every orafice of my body is screaming, desperate to release. You can sense the moment is close, as with one final flurry of stokes, you bring my penis to orgasm. Layers of hot wet cum shot out of my cock as I scream with pleasure. My abs and chest become coated with steamy white liquid. As your hand relaxes, my dick moves over in your direction and a second pulse of cum shoots out, landing on your chest and face.
Almost instantaneously, only seconds after me, with my hand pumping as fast as I can, I feel your cock pulse as you moan in pleasure. A thick stream of cum explodes out of your dick all over your sweaty, hot, dark abs and chest. Shoot after shoot comes out, coating your body and my hand. At the feel your hot essence on my hand, I move, accidentally directing your next shot of cum onto my body. Both our cocks ache with joy and begin to soften after such an explosive orgasm. We lie side by side, fully naked on my sofa, coated in each others cum, breathing heavily as we stare to the ceiling.
A few moments later, you turn to look at my face, and my body, as we slowly calm down. Even as the hormones disperse, the feelings of guilt and shame do not come, as the do each time I used to jerk off dreaming about this moment. Your hand begins to play with my cum, rubbing it up over my body. I do the same, painting on your nipples and abs with our white liquid. Each of our shots begin to blend together on each others chests. We take a moment to look into each others eyes. We're both smiling. We've just went from being friends, to best friends who can share our ultimate secrets and desires. I've also just experience my dream and my ultimate sexual fantasy come true.
"Wow." You'd say. "We're a little bit messy, can't stay like this. We could use a shower." And just like that, the best night of my life would just keep getting better. Under the hot water, we'd explore each others bodies. We'd rub each other, clean each other, taste each other. Through the steam and in the tight confines of the shower, our bodies would touch and our dicks would rub. At least with our second orgasm of the night, we wouldn't have to worry about cleaning up. The water and the soap would deal with that. Then at the end of the shower, we'd dry out bodies and crawl into my bed. No need to put on any clothes. Under the covers we'd lock bodies and share dreams of the night we'd just had. In the morning we could start it all over again taking advantage of our morning wood, and a beautiful, sexual new friendship would begin.
If only you felt the same way. Then maybe the night of my dreams could come true. If only you felt the desires and the curiosity and the lust. If only you took the first step, made the jump. If only you felt the same way. But you don't. And for now, all that can remain, is the fantasy.
Feel free to read more about myself and tales of growing up on my blog "Diary of a Teenage Boy" (http://www.getdare.com/bbs/blog.php?u=34802)
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I imagine it almost every night. We'd be sat on the sofa, in my room. Late at night. The world is silent, but we'd be awake. Talking like we always do. Our bromance would reach a new level. We'd start taking about girls, celebrities, attraction. We'd get a little hot, a little horny. We'd become less concerned about what we are saying as our hormones take over. We'd move on to talk about sex. Talking about being naked, and rubbed and touched. We'd talk about cuming. We'd talk about wanking. My mind would wander to the though of you thrusting your dick and cuming on your body. And yours would wander too.
At some point, something would change in our eyes. This is no longer just a sexual chat between friends, this is now foreplay. Maybe, we'd move on to a bit of truth or dare. Each hiding our pulsing dicks. We'd reveal secrets about the porn we use, where we've masturbated, what makes us horny, our fetishes. We'd do silly dares like dancing like a chicken, flashing our butts out the window or giving wedgies. However, things would get serious when he posed the question, "Have you ever thought about boys?" I would shy away from answer, scared it may ruin our friendship. But, on a wild hope of trust and acceptance, I would admit my inner most secret, that I have thought about boys, a lot. My intense fear would however be blown away with two words uttered from you, "Me too."
Years of built up tension and sexual desire are oozing out of us. I'd look up into your eyes. There would be a most serious moment lasting an eternity. We'd both be terrified to move further in the case that it may ruin our friendship, but both of us know that neither one of us is looking for a relationship, if anything we're looking to just become closer friends. We've just shared our deepest secrets, what else might we share tonight? Whatever words came next, they matter to neither of us, we both inch our way closer to each other on the sofa.
Beneath our layers, our skin is burning to feel exposure. We are right next to each other now. Tentatively and cautiously, I reach my hand out to rest on your chest. You don't move. You don't flinch. My hand moves lower, rubbing your tight, muscular body. You're tense but I can feel your heat radiating. My hand reaches the first button, and slowly, I pull it free. I'm scared you'll stop me, so I keep going, pulling the buttons free, revealing your hot, dark, muscular skin. I've seen your chest a hundred times before, but this time is different. I'm relieved when your hands move too, not to stop me, but too grab hold of my shirt.
As I undo the bottom button of your shirt, my hands so close to the tight tent in your jeans, your hands begin to run over my chest. I'm frozen with half shock/half disbelief at the reality of our situation. As your arms move over my body, I look to see through the doors of your open shirt, the full profile of your exposed chest. The thin line of hair running up from the band of your boxers. Your muscles outlined in the dark and your nipples small, but erect. As your arms move over my back, to grab the back of my t-shirt, your body moves up closer to my face as your movement causes your abs to flex. I'm close to erupting in my boxers as the outline of your abs is revealed only inches from my face.
Your hands grab my t-shirt and pull it up. I lift my arms to allow you to pull it up, and as the shirt gets higher, you lift your body up, with your knees on the sofa, moving your hard crotch close to my face. My t-shirt is off and you come down to sit again, and we take a moment as our eyes pass. I then reach over, bringing my chest close to yours. My thick line of hair, my tanned muscles come closer to yours. I pull your shirt over your shoulders and down your arm, leaning in close to your body, pulling the shirt off your arms behind your back. As I make the last pull to get the shirt off your arms, our chests touch. I make a swipe at the shirt, throwing it to the floor beside the sofa, but I catch your arms and you lose your balance. You fall back onto the sofa, and so do I, landing right on top of you.
Our chests are fully touching now. I can feel your heart beating deep into your chest. I can feel the blood pulsing in your groin as my leg rests in-between yours. I pull myself up and rub my hand on your chest. I run my fingers over your hard nipples, down over yours flexed abs, down to your cute line of hair, running my fingers down it to the waistband of your boxers. I am in awe at whether this experience is real. I am lying on top of my best friend, both half naked and erect, rubbing my hands over his abs. I look up to his face. It is a defining moment, whether we go further, or stop and never speak of this again. By the exclamation of pleasure on his face and his look of lust, I can tell that I'm not the only one ready to go further.
Suddenly things start to heat up and get a lot faster. This is the time we've been dreaming of. I quickly move my hand onto his jeans, as I move down the sofa, off of his body, as I reach for his belt buckle. As I yank on the straps of his belt, I feel is penis press against the fabric. I look to his face and we share a smile, a smile we've never seen before. The belt comes loose and I undo his jeans button and pull down his zip, rubbing his hard penis along the way. I grab hold of the fabric of his jeans by his thighs and pull, slowly revealing the subject of my dreams for years. First the waistband of his boxers, then the climb of the mountain as the dark blue fabric rises up to the peak of his erect dick, hiding under the surface of the boxers. I pull his jeans down over his knees and off thrown onto the floor. My own boxers receive a splash of precum as I look to see my best friend in nothing but boxers lying on my sofa.
It becomes clear that this is too much to handle for both of us, as I see his penis pressed tight to the fabric, looking for escape. He pulls himself up, flexing is abs and comes to me. He puts his hands onto my own jeans, quickly unfastening the button, grabbing the legs and pulling quickly. My penis jumps at the extra freedom, my loose boxers, doing little to hide my thrusting member. I watch as he stares at my body and I stare at his. He rubs his hand up my leg, sending sexual sensations all up my body. My hand reaches out to feel his abs and rub his chest. Our eyes meet for the question "Are you ready?".
We get to our feet to stand beside the sofa about a metro apart. "On the count of three?" I say. Our bodies tense, ready to take the ultimate leap in our friendship. "3" His hands slide down his perfect body, into the waistband of his boxers. "2" He places his thumbs into the waistband, pulling down slightly to reveal a slight inch of pubic hair growing beneath the stalk of his snails trail. "1" In one smooth motion we pull our boxers down to the floor, exposing our deepest secrets and changing our friendship forever. We stand up tall, and I almost faint as I look to see your thick, dark, wet penis standing erect in a tight, neat forrest of dark hair.
Your eyes look lustfully over my body as I watch the small trickle of clear liquid ooze over your hard, uncircumcised penis. I can't control myself, and I reach and grab my own hard, wet dick. I begin to slowly stroke as my eyes move over your body. You watch my movements and reach to grab your own penis and begin thrusting. Only a metre apart, we stand rubbing our oozing hot cocks, watching each other, as we are ready to blow our load. You take a step closer to me, eyes fixated on my body. You keep moving, until our bodies are practically touching. Our cocks are only centimeters apart. Then, your hand lets go of your own penis, which swings over to touch mine. I practically cum on the spot, but what I didn't know, was that you were about to reach out your hand, and place it on my own cock.
A wave of unbelievable sexual pleasure ran through my body. Not only was this delightful for my penis, but it was a sexual experience with my closest, hottest friend. Your hand starts to move faster, and I'm close to screaming. I reach out to touch your abs and run my hand down, over your body to reach a handful of your own thick cock. I feel your blood pumping and feel your precum oozing over my fingers and I grip your skin and begin to pump. We move over to the sofa, sitting down next to each other. I see how your abs flex as you lie down, with your cock up high. Our hands reach for each others penises, and we begin to pump. My body is close to exploding. I keep stroking, getting faster and faster. I watch as you bite your lip in pleasure. Our arms bump as we both stroke faster and faster. You begin to moan in pleasure and my body begins to tense, thrusting along to your motions.
I bring my free hand over to wrestle with your balls as I continue to pump faster. I tickle and rub, as you flinch with pleasure. I rub my hand over your abs and chest filling your body with pleasure. Your hand on my cock pulses faster and faster as I moan louder. Every orafice of my body is screaming, desperate to release. You can sense the moment is close, as with one final flurry of stokes, you bring my penis to orgasm. Layers of hot wet cum shot out of my cock as I scream with pleasure. My abs and chest become coated with steamy white liquid. As your hand relaxes, my dick moves over in your direction and a second pulse of cum shoots out, landing on your chest and face.
Almost instantaneously, only seconds after me, with my hand pumping as fast as I can, I feel your cock pulse as you moan in pleasure. A thick stream of cum explodes out of your dick all over your sweaty, hot, dark abs and chest. Shoot after shoot comes out, coating your body and my hand. At the feel your hot essence on my hand, I move, accidentally directing your next shot of cum onto my body. Both our cocks ache with joy and begin to soften after such an explosive orgasm. We lie side by side, fully naked on my sofa, coated in each others cum, breathing heavily as we stare to the ceiling.
A few moments later, you turn to look at my face, and my body, as we slowly calm down. Even as the hormones disperse, the feelings of guilt and shame do not come, as the do each time I used to jerk off dreaming about this moment. Your hand begins to play with my cum, rubbing it up over my body. I do the same, painting on your nipples and abs with our white liquid. Each of our shots begin to blend together on each others chests. We take a moment to look into each others eyes. We're both smiling. We've just went from being friends, to best friends who can share our ultimate secrets and desires. I've also just experience my dream and my ultimate sexual fantasy come true.
"Wow." You'd say. "We're a little bit messy, can't stay like this. We could use a shower." And just like that, the best night of my life would just keep getting better. Under the hot water, we'd explore each others bodies. We'd rub each other, clean each other, taste each other. Through the steam and in the tight confines of the shower, our bodies would touch and our dicks would rub. At least with our second orgasm of the night, we wouldn't have to worry about cleaning up. The water and the soap would deal with that. Then at the end of the shower, we'd dry out bodies and crawl into my bed. No need to put on any clothes. Under the covers we'd lock bodies and share dreams of the night we'd just had. In the morning we could start it all over again taking advantage of our morning wood, and a beautiful, sexual new friendship would begin.
If only you felt the same way. Then maybe the night of my dreams could come true. If only you felt the desires and the curiosity and the lust. If only you took the first step, made the jump. If only you felt the same way. But you don't. And for now, all that can remain, is the fantasy.