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It wasn’t that long ago – we were in our senior year in high school. I knew that guys turned me on, even though I kept up the image of being a straight boy by dating girls. Most of them were just friends who would go with me to dances and parties, but it was enough to keep up the lie. Secretly, though, I had wild fantasies about doing crazy things with all kinds of guys I knew, both from my school and other high schools that we played in sports – and those fantasies always included both sex…and worse. Thinking about it now makes my dick hard, and I’ve had many more since. But those early fantasies were some of the hottest ever….especially about Michael. And the fantasy became reality.
It was spring quarter in California. – the weather was warm, graduation was close, and we had our acceptances to colleges, although in different states. All we cared about at that point was having fun. Michael and I were both 18, but he was a few months closer to 19, and physically we were very different. I had more of a traditional swimmer’s build, and Michael was a little hunkier even though we both swam. We had both played sports together, although we weren’t jocks or standouts, and had gotten to be friends in our freshman year on the swim team. Even though I had feelings about guys then, and maybe even before, I would never have let it be known, but I sure fantasized about most of the hot guys around me…but mostly Michael.
He was so freaking hot that I would jack off just thinking about him and what I would do to him if I ever got the chance. I only ever really saw him naked in the gym showers, but it was enough to keep my mind wondering what he looked like at any given moment under his clothes whenever I saw him. He had medium long chestnut hair and a slightly olive complexion with deep green eyes. His chest had a faint growth of brown hair that spread across his pecs, and into a defined trail down his stomach into what was a thick brown nest of pubic hair that surrounded his cock and balls (nobody would dare shave or trim then, for fear of being labeled a queer – besides I found that sexy hair a total turn on – and I still do). I only ever saw his cock unerect, but it was so fucking hot – cut, perfect shape, thick but easily swallowable, surrounded by his pubic hair and his tight balls securely below. Occasionally it looked like his cock might have gotten a little bigger as I discreetly (I hoped!) looked at it, but I was sure it was my imagination. I guessed when he was hard it might be 6 1/2 or 7 inches. His nipples were round, pinkish-brown and looked really firm – bigger than the usual teen dude’s tits, but so sexy…and, I dreamed, so suckable…and more.
In the long gym shower, when he would raise his arms to wash, there was an amazing view of his armpits that were too sexy for words – I imagined my nose and tongue working inside that just-right amount of hair to taste the skin underneath. I would even try to catch glimpses of it at other times by trying to see up his short sleeved shirt when he wasn’t wearing a t-shirt underneath – seeing it hiding in there seemed sneaky and somehow more tantalizing. His round tight ass (omg, I could fuck it silly, as much as I wanted him to fuck me!) had a fine down of dark blonde fuzz, and when he bent over the hair around his hold was dark and natural. His ass merged perfectly with the top of is thighs and melted into a light-brown but distinct covering of slightly rough/soft hair on his thighs and calves – and they led to 2 of the sexiest, cleanest, most perfect feet ever. That was Michael. I wanted him in the worst way, knowing it was impossible because I was sure he didn’t have the same feelings, and I couldn’t let mine show.
It was spring of our senior year and we were going to be separated soon. It was then that I resolved to make the separation permanent – not only from each other, but from his life. If I couldn’t have him one way, I would have him another.
Since we’d become friends, we found a lot out-of-the-way places to go and have our kind of fun. The best was a long dirt trail that went down into an old abandoned rock quarry – the upper part was a narrow dirt trail perfect for racing our bikes that descended down towards the quarry for about ½ mile before the trail ended.
Unless you knew what was beyond it, there was no reason to go farther, but we had long since let curiosity get us, and we ventured another ½ mile below down into the rock quarry. There were all sorts of nooks and crannies, and an old abandoned shack that we guessed had been built by the company that used to operate the quarry. It was the best place to go and smoke weed when we could get it, which wasn’t very often, or to drink beer that we’d sneak out of our houses, which was a lot more common. We’d skip rocks across the small pond, drink, sometimes try and climb the big rocks in the quarry, and occasionally wrestle each other in the crushed gravel.
More than once I could have jumped him, and more than once I hoped he’d jump me. Mostly though I just had to try and keep him from feeling that my dick was hard through my jeans or shorts, when he’d try and pin me – which I almost always let him do. But I loved the smell of his sweaty pits and body close to my face, and whenever I could, I’d “accidentally” try and feel the texture of the hair on his arms and, if I was really lucky, his legs as we grappled. It drove me crazy as I imagined what his warm crotch would smell like if only I had the chance. I already knew what mine smelled like – I’d even kick my legs over my head in the privacy of my room at home and shoot onto my face and into my mouth, imagining that Michael had just shot his warm sweet/salty load into my mouth. Part of me thought that was too weird, but the pervy part of me always won out.
May 12th was the day I decided to give into my fantasies. It was a Friday, and school was out at 2:45. We had planned to ride down to the quarry, and I promised I would bring the beer so we could just get wasted before the weekend and have some fun. This time, however, I brought more in my backpack than just beer. I had some nylon clothesline rope, a pair of pliers, 2 small battery clips and a small 8 volt battery from a model airplane, a ginsu knife from our kitchen, and something else to add to the beer to make it, well, more effective for what I had in mind. When it came time, we raced down the streets leading to the head of the bike trail, and made our way down into the quarry – always checking to see that nobody saw or followed us. It was 85 degrees that spring day and we both wore t-shirts, with tanks underneath, jeans and sneakers (our “uniform” – dressing like Michael always made me feel closer to him sexually). We stopped for a second and peeled off our t-shirts in the heat, which gave me a teasing view of just the fringe of Michael’s sexy chest hair and his moist, hairy pits – I could feel the cum inside my balls already heating up as I anticipated what was to happen.
Then we ditched our bikes and got into a shady area between the old shack and a rock ledge, where we’d hang out and suck down our brews. Michael had to take a piss, so he went over by the pond – in those few minutes, I added the liquid dream (GHB) to one can of beer and set it aside to be the 2nd one Michael drank – I kept thinking about the description of it from another straight friend that it made a person unconscious, but responsive, with no recollection of what happened after. The first part I cared about – the second part didn’t matter; he wouldn’t have any recollection anyway. Michael came back and sat across from me – I kept imagining beneath his clothes as I handed him the first brewski. We chugged them down in the warm shade, laughing about all the stupid shit that had gone on at school that day. It wasn’t long before it was time to chug the second one. I carefully made sure Michael got the one that was juiced up, my dick squirming with anticipation – it didn’t take long before our second cans were empty. I had a good buzz working and my mind was racing – within about 10 minutes, I could see a change in Michael’s eyes – he was happy, kind of euphoric, but he wanted to stretch out on the cool gravel and close his eyes..…I didn’t argue.
It wasn’t that long ago – we were in our senior year in high school. I knew that guys turned me on, even though I kept up the image of being a straight boy by dating girls. Most of them were just friends who would go with me to dances and parties, but it was enough to keep up the lie. Secretly, though, I had wild fantasies about doing crazy things with all kinds of guys I knew, both from my school and other high schools that we played in sports – and those fantasies always included both sex…and worse. Thinking about it now makes my dick hard, and I’ve had many more since. But those early fantasies were some of the hottest ever….especially about Michael. And the fantasy became reality.
It was spring quarter in California. – the weather was warm, graduation was close, and we had our acceptances to colleges, although in different states. All we cared about at that point was having fun. Michael and I were both 17, but he was a few months closer to 18, and physically we were very different. I had more of a traditional swimmer’s build, and Michael was a little hunkier even though we both swam. We had both played sports together, although we weren’t jocks or standouts, and had gotten to be friends in our freshman year on the swim team. Even though I had feelings about guys then, and maybe even before, I would never have let it be known, but I sure fantasized about most of the hot guys around me…but mostly Michael. He was so freaking hot that I would jack off just thinking about him and what I would do to him if I ever got the chance. I only ever really saw him naked in the gym showers, but it was enough to keep my mind wondering what he looked like at any given moment under his clothes whenever I saw him. He had medium long chestnut hair and a slightly olive complexion with deep green eyes. His chest had a faint growth of brown hair that spread across his pecs, and into a defined trail down his stomach into what was a thick brown nest of pubic hair that surrounded his cock and balls (nobody would dare shave or trim then, for fear of being labeled a queer – besides I found that sexy hair a total turn on – and I still do). I only ever saw his cock unerect, but it was so fucking hot – cut, perfect shape, thick but easily swallowable, surrounded by his pubic hair and his tight balls securely below. Occasionally it looked like his cock might have gotten a little bigger as I discreetly (I hoped!) looked at it, but I was sure it was my imagination.
I guessed when he was hard it might be 6 1/2 or 7 inches. His nipples were round, pinkish-brown and looked really firm – bigger than the usual teen dude’s tits, but so sexy…and, I dreamed, so suckable…and more. In the long gym shower, when he would raise his arms to wash, there was an amazing view of his armpits that were too sexy for words – I imagined my nose and tongue working inside that just-right amount of hair to taste the skin underneath. I would even try to catch glimpses of it at other times by trying to see up his short sleeved shirt when he wasn’t wearing a t-shirt underneath – seeing it hiding in there seemed sneaky and somehow more tantalizing. His round tight ass (omg, I could fuck it silly, as much as I wanted him to fuck me!) had a fine down of dark blonde fuzz, and when he bent over the hair around his hold was dark and natural. His ass merged perfectly with the top of is thighs and melted into a light-brown but distinct covering of slightly rough/soft hair on his thighs and calves – and they led to 2 of the sexiest, cleanest, most perfect feet ever. That was Michael. I wanted him in the worst way, knowing it was impossible because I was sure he didn’t have the same feelings, and I couldn’t let mine show. It was spring of our senior year and we were going to be separated soon. It was then that I resolved to make the separation permanent – not only from each other, but from his life. If I couldn’t have him one way, I would have him another.
Since we’d become friends, we found a lot out-of-the-way places to go and have our kind of fun. The best was a long dirt trail that went down into an old abandoned rock quarry – the upper part was a narrow dirt trail perfect for racing our bikes that descended down towards the quarry for about ½ mile before the trail ended. Unless you knew what was beyond it, there was no reason to go farther, but we had long since let curiosity get us, and we ventured another ½ mile below down into the rock quarry. There were all sorts of nooks and crannies, and an old abandoned shack that we guessed had been built by the company that used to operate the quarry. It was the best place to go and smoke weed when we could get it, which wasn’t very often, or to drink beer that we’d sneak out of our houses, which was a lot more common. We’d skip rocks across the small pond, drink, sometimes try and climb the big rocks in the quarry, and occasionally wrestle each other in the crushed gravel. More than once I could have jumped him, and more than once I hoped he’d jump me. Mostly though I just had to try and keep him from feeling that my dick was hard through my jeans or shorts, when he’d try and pin me – which I almost always let him do. But I loved the smell of his sweaty pits and body close to my face, and whenever I could, I’d “accidentally” try and feel the texture of the hair on his arms and, if I was really lucky, his legs as we grappled. It drove me crazy as I imagined what his warm crotch would smell like if only I had the chance. I already knew what mine smelled like – I’d even kick my legs over my head in the privacy of my room at home and shoot onto my face and into my mouth, imagining that Michael had just shot his warm sweet/salty load into my mouth. Part of me thought that was too weird, but the pervy part of me always won out.
May 12th was the day I decided to give into my fantasies. It was a Friday, and school was out at 2:45. We had planned to ride down to the quarry, and I promised I would bring the beer so we could just get wasted before the weekend and have some fun. This time, however, I brought more in my backpack than just beer. I had some nylon clothesline rope, a pair of pliers, 2 small battery clips and a small 8 volt battery from a model airplane, a ginsu knife from our kitchen, and something else to add to the beer to make it, well, more effective for what I had in mind. When it came time, we raced down the streets leading to the head of the bike trail, and made our way down into the quarry – always checking to see that nobody saw or followed us. It was 85 degrees that spring day and we both wore t-shirts, with tanks underneath, jeans and sneakers (our “uniform” – dressing like Michael always made me feel closer to him sexually). We stopped for a second and peeled off our t-shirts in the heat, which gave me a teasing view of just the fringe of Michael’s sexy chest hair and his moist, hairy pits – I could feel the cum inside my balls already heating up as I anticipated what was to happen. Then we ditched our bikes and got into a shady area between the old shack and a rock ledge, where we’d hang out and suck down our brews. Michael had to take a piss, so he went over by the pond – in those few minutes, I added the liquid dream (GHB) to one can of beer and set it aside to be the 2nd one Michael drank – I kept thinking about the description of it from another straight friend that it made a person unconscious, but responsive, with no recollection of what happened after. The first part I cared about – the second part didn’t matter; he wouldn’t have any recollection anyway. Michael came back and sat across from me – I kept imagining beneath his clothes as I handed him the first brewski. We chugged them down in the warm shade, laughing about all the stupid shit that had gone on at school that day. It wasn’t long before it was time to chug the second one. I carefully made sure Michael got the one that was juiced up, my dick squirming with anticipation – it didn’t take long before our second cans were empty. I had a good buzz working and my mind was racing – within about 10 minutes, I could see a change in Michael’s eyes – he was happy, kind of euphoric, but he wanted to stretch out on the cool gravel and close his eyes..…I didn’t argue.
It wasn’t that long ago – we were in our senior year in high school. I knew that guys turned me on, even though I kept up the image of being a straight boy by dating girls. Most of them were just friends who would go with me to dances and parties, but it was enough to keep up the lie. Secretly, though, I had wild fantasies about doing crazy things with all kinds of guys I knew, both from my school and other high schools that we played in sports – and those fantasies always included both sex…and worse. Thinking about it now makes my dick hard, and I’ve had many more since. But those early fantasies were some of the hottest ever….especially about Michael. And the fantasy became reality.
It was spring quarter in California. – the weather was warm, graduation was close, and we had our acceptances to colleges, although in different states. All we cared about at that point was having fun. Michael and I were both 17, but he was a few months closer to 18, and physically we were very different. I had more of a traditional swimmer’s build, and Michael was a little hunkier even though we both swam. We had both played sports together, although we weren’t jocks or standouts, and had gotten to be friends in our freshman year on the swim team. Even though I had feelings about guys then, and maybe even before, I would never have let it be known, but I sure fantasized about most of the hot guys around me…but mostly Michael. He was so freaking hot that I would jack off just thinking about him and what I would do to him if I ever got the chance. I only ever really saw him naked in the gym showers, but it was enough to keep my mind wondering what he looked like at any given moment under his clothes whenever I saw him. He had medium long chestnut hair and a slightly olive complexion with deep green eyes. His chest had a faint growth of brown hair that spread across his pecs, and into a defined trail down his stomach into what was a thick brown nest of pubic hair that surrounded his cock and balls (nobody would dare shave or trim then, for fear of being labeled a queer – besides I found that sexy hair a total turn on – and I still do). I only ever saw his cock unerect, but it was so fucking hot – cut, perfect shape, thick but easily swallowable, surrounded by his pubic hair and his tight balls securely below. Occasionally it looked like his cock might have gotten a little bigger as I discreetly (I hoped!) looked at it, but I was sure it was my imagination. I guessed when he was hard it might be 6 1/2 or 7 inches. His nipples were round, pinkish-brown and looked really firm – bigger than the usual teen dude’s tits, but so sexy…and, I dreamed, so suckable…and more. In the long gym shower, when he would raise his arms to wash, there was an amazing view of his armpits that were too sexy for words – I imagined my nose and tongue working inside that just-right amount of hair to taste the skin underneath. I would even try to catch glimpses of it at other times by trying to see up his short sleeved shirt when he wasn’t wearing a t-shirt underneath – seeing it hiding in there seemed sneaky and somehow more tantalizing. His round tight ass (omg, I could fuck it silly, as much as I wanted him to fuck me!) had a fine down of dark blonde fuzz, and when he bent over the hair around his hold was dark and natural. His ass merged perfectly with the top of is thighs and melted into a light-brown but distinct covering of slightly rough/soft hair on his thighs and calves – and they led to 2 of the sexiest, cleanest, most perfect feet ever.
That was Michael. I wanted him in the worst way, knowing it was impossible because I was sure he didn’t have the same feelings, and I couldn’t let mine show. It was spring of our senior year and we were going to be separated soon. It was then that I resolved to make the separation permanent – not only from each other, but from his life. If I couldn’t have him one way, I would have him another.
Since we’d become friends, we found a lot out-of-the-way places to go and have our kind of fun. The best was a long dirt trail that went down into an old abandoned rock quarry – the upper part was a narrow dirt trail perfect for racing our bikes that descended down towards the quarry for about ½ mile before the trail ended. Unless you knew what was beyond it, there was no reason to go farther, but we had long since let curiosity get us, and we ventured another ½ mile below down into the rock quarry. There were all sorts of nooks and crannies, and an old abandoned shack that we guessed had been built by the company that used to operate the quarry. It was the best place to go and smoke weed when we could get it, which wasn’t very often, or to drink beer that we’d sneak out of our houses, which was a lot more common. We’d skip rocks across the small pond, drink, sometimes try and climb the big rocks in the quarry, and occasionally wrestle each other in the crushed gravel. More than once I could have jumped him, and more than once I hoped he’d jump me. Mostly though I just had to try and keep him from feeling that my dick was hard through my jeans or shorts, when he’d try and pin me – which I almost always let him do. But I loved the smell of his sweaty pits and body close to my face, and whenever I could, I’d “accidentally” try and feel the texture of the hair on his arms and, if I was really lucky, his legs as we grappled. It drove me crazy as I imagined what his warm crotch would smell like if only I had the chance. I already knew what mine smelled like – I’d even kick my legs over my head in the privacy of my room at home and shoot onto my face and into my mouth, imagining that Michael had just shot his warm sweet/salty load into my mouth. Part of me thought that was too weird, but the pervy part of me always won out.
May 12th was the day I decided to give into my fantasies. It was a Friday, and school was out at 2:45. We had planned to ride down to the quarry, and I promised I would bring the beer so we could just get wasted before the weekend and have some fun. This time, however, I brought more in my backpack than just beer. I had some nylon clothesline rope, a pair of pliers, 2 small battery clips and a small 8 volt battery from a model airplane, a ginsu knife from our kitchen, and something else to add to the beer to make it, well, more effective for what I had in mind. When it came time, we raced down the streets leading to the head of the bike trail, and made our way down into the quarry – always checking to see that nobody saw or followed us. It was 85 degrees that spring day and we both wore t-shirts, with tanks underneath, jeans and sneakers (our “uniform” – dressing like Michael always made me feel closer to him sexually). We stopped for a second and peeled off our t-shirts in the heat, which gave me a teasing view of just the fringe of Michael’s sexy chest hair and his moist, hairy pits – I could feel the cum inside my balls already heating up as I anticipated what was to happen. Then we ditched our bikes and got into a shady area between the old shack and a rock ledge, where we’d hang out and suck down our brews. Michael had to take a piss, so he went over by the pond – in those few minutes, I added the liquid dream (GHB) to one can of beer and set it aside to be the 2nd one Michael drank – I kept thinking about the description of it from another straight friend that it made a person unconscious, but responsive, with no recollection of what happened after. The first part I cared about – the second part didn’t matter; he wouldn’t have any recollection anyway. Michael came back and sat across from me – I kept imagining beneath his clothes as I handed him the first brewski. We chugged them down in the warm shade, laughing about all the stupid shit that had gone on at school that day. It wasn’t long before it was time to chug the second one. I carefully made sure Michael got the one that was juiced up, my dick squirming with anticipation – it didn’t take long before our second cans were empty. I had a good buzz working and my mind was racing – within about 10 minutes, I could see a change in Michael’s eyes – he was happy, kind of euphoric, but he wanted to stretch out on the cool gravel and close his eyes..…I didn’t argue.
It wasn’t that long ago – we were in our senior year in high school. I knew that guys turned me on, even though I kept up the image of being a straight boy by dating girls. Most of them were just friends who would go with me to dances and parties, but it was enough to keep up the lie. Secretly, though, I had wild fantasies about doing crazy things with all kinds of guys I knew, both from my school and other high schools that we played in sports – and those fantasies always included both sex…and worse. Thinking about it now makes my dick hard, and I’ve had many more since. But those early fantasies were some of the hottest ever….especially about Michael. And the fantasy became reality.
It was spring quarter in California. – the weather was warm, graduation was close, and we had our acceptances to colleges, although in different states. All we cared about at that point was having fun. Michael and I were both 17, but he was a few months closer to 18, and physically we were very different. I had more of a traditional swimmer’s build, and Michael was a little hunkier even though we both swam. We had both played sports together, although we weren’t jocks or standouts, and had gotten to be friends in our freshman year on the swim team. Even though I had feelings about guys then, and maybe even before, I would never have let it be known, but I sure fantasized about most of the hot guys around me…but mostly Michael. He was so freaking hot that I would jack off just thinking about him and what I would do to him if I ever got the chance. I only ever really saw him naked in the gym showers, but it was enough to keep my mind wondering what he looked like at any given moment under his clothes whenever I saw him. He had medium long chestnut hair and a slightly olive complexion with deep green eyes. His chest had a faint growth of brown hair that spread across his pecs, and into a defined trail down his stomach into what was a thick brown nest of pubic hair that surrounded his cock and balls (nobody would dare shave or trim then, for fear of being labeled a queer – besides I found that sexy hair a total turn on – and I still do). I only ever saw his cock unerect, but it was so fucking hot – cut, perfect shape, thick but easily swallowable, surrounded by his pubic hair and his tight balls securely below. Occasionally it looked like his cock might have gotten a little bigger as I discreetly (I hoped!) looked at it, but I was sure it was my imagination. I guessed when he was hard it might be 6 1/2 or 7 inches. His nipples were round, pinkish-brown and looked really firm – bigger than the usual teen dude’s tits, but so sexy…and, I dreamed, so suckable…and more. In the long gym shower, when he would raise his arms to wash, there was an amazing view of his armpits that were too sexy for words – I imagined my nose and tongue working inside that just-right amount of hair to taste the skin underneath. I would even try to catch glimpses of it at other times by trying to see up his short sleeved shirt when he wasn’t wearing a t-shirt underneath – seeing it hiding in there seemed sneaky and somehow more tantalizing. His round tight ass (omg, I could fuck it silly, as much as I wanted him to fuck me!) had a fine down of dark blonde fuzz, and when he bent over the hair around his hold was dark and natural. His ass merged perfectly with the top of is thighs and melted into a light-brown but distinct covering of slightly rough/soft hair on his thighs and calves – and they led to 2 of the sexiest, cleanest, most perfect feet ever. That was Michael. I wanted him in the worst way, knowing it was impossible because I was sure he didn’t have the same feelings, and I couldn’t let mine show. It was spring of our senior year and we were going to be separated soon. It was then that I resolved to make the separation permanent – not only from each other, but from his life. If I couldn’t have him one way, I would have him another.
Since we’d become friends, we found a lot out-of-the-way places to go and have our kind of fun. The best was a long dirt trail that went down into an old abandoned rock quarry – the upper part was a narrow dirt trail perfect for racing our bikes that descended down towards the quarry for about ½ mile before the trail ended. Unless you knew what was beyond it, there was no reason to go farther, but we had long since let curiosity get us, and we ventured another ½ mile below down into the rock quarry. There were all sorts of nooks and crannies, and an old abandoned shack that we guessed had been built by the company that used to operate the quarry. It was the best place to go and smoke weed when we could get it, which wasn’t very often, or to drink beer that we’d sneak out of our houses, which was a lot more common. We’d skip rocks across the small pond, drink, sometimes try and climb the big rocks in the quarry, and occasionally wrestle each other in the crushed gravel. More than once I could have jumped him, and more than once I hoped he’d jump me. Mostly though I just had to try and keep him from feeling that my dick was hard through my jeans or shorts, when he’d try and pin me – which I almost always let him do. But I loved the smell of his sweaty pits and body close to my face, and whenever I could, I’d “accidentally” try and feel the texture of the hair on his arms and, if I was really lucky, his legs as we grappled. It drove me crazy as I imagined what his warm crotch would smell like if only I had the chance. I already knew what mine smelled like – I’d even kick my legs over my head in the privacy of my room at home and shoot onto my face and into my mouth, imagining that Michael had just shot his warm sweet/salty load into my mouth. Part of me thought that was too weird, but the pervy part of me always won out.
May 12th was the day I decided to give into my fantasies. It was a Friday, and school was out at 2:45. We had planned to ride down to the quarry, and I promised I would bring the beer so we could just get wasted before the weekend and have some fun. This time, however, I brought more in my backpack than just beer. I had some nylon clothesline rope, a pair of pliers, 2 small battery clips and a small 8 volt battery from a model airplane, a ginsu knife from our kitchen, and something else to add to the beer to make it, well, more effective for what I had in mind. When it came time, we raced down the streets leading to the head of the bike trail, and made our way down into the quarry – always checking to see that nobody saw or followed us. It was 85 degrees that spring day and we both wore t-shirts, with tanks underneath, jeans and sneakers (our “uniform” – dressing like Michael always made me feel closer to him sexually). We stopped for a second and peeled off our t-shirts in the heat, which gave me a teasing view of just the fringe of Michael’s sexy chest hair and his moist, hairy pits – I could feel the cum inside my balls already heating up as I anticipated what was to happen. Then we ditched our bikes and got into a shady area between the old shack and a rock ledge, where we’d hang out and suck down our brews. Michael had to take a piss, so he went over by the pond – in those few minutes, I added the liquid dream (GHB) to one can of beer and set it aside to be the 2nd one Michael drank – I kept thinking about the description of it from another straight friend that it made a person unconscious, but responsive, with no recollection of what happened after. The first part I cared about – the second part didn’t matter; he wouldn’t have any recollection anyway. Michael came back and sat across from me – I kept imagining beneath his clothes as I handed him the first brewski. We chugged them down in the warm shade, laughing about all the stupid shit that had gone on at school that day. It wasn’t long before it was time to chug the second one. I carefully made sure Michael got the one that was juiced up, my dick squirming with anticipation – it didn’t take long before our second cans were empty. I had a good buzz working and my mind was racing – within about 10 minutes, I could see a change in Michael’s eyes – he was happy, kind of euphoric, but he wanted to stretch out on the cool gravel and close his eyes..…I didn’t argue.
It wasn’t that long ago – we were in our senior year in high school. I knew that guys turned me on, even though I kept up the image of being a straight boy by dating girls. Most of them were just friends who would go with me to dances and parties, but it was enough to keep up the lie. Secretly, though, I had wild fantasies about doing crazy things with all kinds of guys I knew, both from my school and other high schools that we played in sports – and those fantasies always included both sex…and worse. Thinking about it now makes my dick hard, and I’ve had many more since. But those early fantasies were some of the hottest ever….especially about Michael. And the fantasy became reality.
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Posted by sweetlion at 23-Aug-2010 18:20. [profile]
your story repeats the beguinning but didnt finish
Posted by what at 31-Aug-2010 19:05.
Why isnt it finished and why does it keep repeating?
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