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Hi guys-
I recently went back to where I grew up and was walking near a spot that brought back an amazing moment in my life. So, I thought I would share this erotic story with everyone. Most of it is true. Sorry if my verb tenses aren't consistent and for a few spelling and grammatical errors. I wrote this with a big hard on and hope you get one too!
MWE
I was just eighteen and it was the summer of my senior year in HS, 1978. I was gay, but wouldn’t admit it even to myself for another ten years. I lived in Fond du lac, Wisconsin, a pretty good town to live in. We were an hour from Milwaukee and less than an hour from Madison.
My best friend Cary had just moved and would attend a new HS for our Senior year. Cary was 6’1” with piercing brown eyes and longer, wavy black hair. He wrestled in HS at 165 pounds and had a body to die for. He looked like a cross between Robbie Benson, Rob Lowe and Mitch Gaylord. The latter, an American gymnast that I frequently jerked off to. Cary was a gorgeous young man. I always noticed how girls flirted with him constantly. His smile could melt your heart in about two seconds. He was funny and not the least bit stuck up or overly egotistical. We had a blast together. We looked at porn in his basement and talked about sex a lot...straight sex. Hustler and Penthouse weren’t for me. Hustler would show guy/girl sex once in awhile. I wouldn’t discover gay porn for another two years or so. That’s another story.
Cary was going to college and so was I. I wanted to go to UW-Madison, he was set to go to UW-Oshkosh. I really wanted to room with him, partly because of my repressed sexual feelings for him and his hot bod. We did many fun things together: golf, tennis, biking and fishing. No matter what we were doing, I always enjoyed when he took his shirt off. We were friends for about three years and it took almost a year before I finally saw Cary shirtless. He had broad shoulders, a good tan, a great chest and perfect nipples that protruded and were about the size of a quarter. I love men’s nipples, the bigger, the hotter to me. Small nipples always disappoint me. I am pretty sure he knew I was admiring his chest the day he removed his tank top in his back yard. We were throwing a football around. Lots of males and females have enjoyed looking at this dude....shirtless or not.
I took my shirt off and he commented on my good abs. I was a runner and did hundreds of sit ups a day back then. People told me that I looked like Mark Hamill from Star Wars, which was a big hit that summer. I definitely needed to work on my tan. But, I was raised to think that too much sun is bad, hence my modesty to remove my shirt. I was too white, that’s for sure. We talked about what to do that evening. Cary worked until 9:00 p.m. at a truck wash. I invited him over after work and we’d go see a movie and try to pick up girls in Lakeside Park after the show. He agreed with my plan , put his shirt back on and headed off to work. I remember thinking that it was a great day already, just because I had seen Cary shirtless. Little did I know, the best was yet to come, as Brian Adams said in a sappy 80’s song.
He came over to my house after work, instead of going home. He brought a change of clothes so we could make the movie in time. He said he showered at work and just the visual of Cary naked in the shower got me hard. I let him change in my room and I left him alone and shut the door. My parents were home, so jumping his bones at that moment was not really an option. I was across the hall in the bathroom combing my hair, when Cary called me into my bedroom. I went in. My heart stopped when I opened the door. Cary was standing there, butt naked. I went in and shut the door. He didn’t cover up or anything. Cary had ideas! He said he forgot to cash his check and didn’t have any money...I think he said that. I was busy checking out my hot bodied friend who decided to model his “to die for” body right at that moment.
His cock was cut and about four inches with a big mushroom head and a thicker than average shaft. It hung straight down and I had never seen anything more erotic or exciting in my life. His pubic hair was black, curly and made a perfect triangle down to his wonderful balls. With his right hand, Cary quickly flipped his dick up in the air and it flopped back down with that funny noise dicks make when they hit the skin just below the belly button. I loved checking out guys in the HS locker room/showers. However, I always felt dirty and guilty afterwards. But this guy actually wanted me to check him out.
I enjoyed going to Cary’s HS wrestling matches for the sole purpose of seeing him in that “oh so hot” singlet wrestlers wear. He looked fantastic in the red, tight singlet. I would check out his bulge and feel aroused and know he was bigger than most in the cock department. Sweaty and extremely hot, I watched as Cary, grabbed and clutched at another hot, young dude. This was as good as it got for me back then. I would have paid 10 times what I paid for admission to any match Cary wrestled in. How could I have not known I was gay? Denial: it isn’t just a river in Egypt, as the saying goes.
Now I am living out my “I hope I see Cary naked” fantasy right in my own bedroom. After about five seconds, Cary turned and put his Levis on. In addition to finding out he was cut and larger than I was, I found out he liked to go without underwear. I found out that I was hopelessly gay. I knew at that moment for sure, or did I? Cary’s ass was so perfect. Smooth, muscular, athletic and so hot. This happened over 30 years ago and the images of Cary naked are forever, happily, burned into my memory.
After he told me about his cash problem I told him I would loan him some money. I was also quick witted enough to mention that I would loan him some underwear too. He laughed, now zipping up his blue and white polo shirt. He commented that the ladies like the no underwear look on guys. So do I Cary, so do I.
After the movie we cruised around Lakeside Park and listened to Foreigner, Kansas and Styx on cassette. We had a few beers and talked about college next year, sex and sports. It was close to midnight and I was about to experience one of the most exciting sexual experiences of my entire life, which now spans 45 years.
The park is named after Lake Winnebago, and there is a small creek in the park named Deneview Creek. It leads directly into Lake Winnebago. There are boat docks near Deneview creek. Cary drove through the docks and parked in a secluded area right at the end of Deneview Creek.
Honestly, there was a full moon and the night sky was very bright and full of stars. Talk about romantic. We were both horny 17 year olds, who were not going to get any lady love tonight.
What Cary said next was truly memorable and so exciting I about died.
“I am going skinny dipping, how about you Mark?”
I cooly said, “Sure, why not.”
“I’ll bet I can beat you into the water,” Cary challenged me, already removing his shirt.
“You’re not wearing underwear, you win.” I replied.
Cary unzipped his Levis and for the second time that night I would see he absolutely stunning, naked body. The sheer excitement of being naked with Cary made me rip off my clothes so fast, I almost did beat Cary into this birthday suit. Doesn’t everybody rip off their clothes fast before they skinny dip? I understand why now. I stood on the rocks and boulders that led into the water, fully naked now. Cary hopped off the last stone, into the water. The moonlight was brilliant as it highlighted the best part of Cary’s sculpted body. Also, for the second time that evening, my heart stopped and then began racing. I took a deep breath and waded into the water which came up to the bottom of my balls. Again, I felt lust like I had never experienced. I am suppose to feel like this for women, I thought. How can I want my best friend so badly? Looking back now, we were horny 17 year olds and wanted to experience pleasure. Big fuckin’ deal, no laws were broken that night. Even though I wanted Cary SO badly, I fought those carnal desires. But, fuck it, go for it, quickly became my mantra for the evening.
Cary was seven or eight feet away from me and I stared at his breathtakingly beautiful butt as he looked up at the night sky.
“Beautiful isn’t it?” he asked, referring to the night sky.
“It sure is,” I responded, referring to his sexy, glorious, athletic ass.
There were houses about 50 feet away, across the creek. I immediately thought we were gonna get busted and someone would call the police.
Clearly, Cary was more comfortable in this situation than I was. Yet, somehow, I just said fuck it to myself and decided to enjoy this wonderful moment with my friend Cary. He asked me why I was so nervous and then commented that guys are naked around each other all the time in the showers and locker rooms, so it was okay. I agreed and mentioned that I was just a little cold.
It was then we heard a door open from across the creek and a man in his forties stepped out onto his back porch. He must have been watching us. FUCK! I thought, just what I was afraid of. Unbelievably, he just waved and went back into the house.
“That was interesting,” Cary said, laughing.
“Maybe he’s gay and we turned him on,” I said in a serious tone.
“I’m turned on,” Cary replied, matter-of-factly.
“I can see that, you’re bigger than me and I am jealous.”
“I’m hard, you’re not.” he quipped.
Considering that I had never been more excited in my life, it was a minor miracle that I wasn’t fully erect. I think it was the Costanza effect, you know: shrinkage and cold water.
I played with dick, trying to get hard while Cary continued to gaze at the stars and I repeatedly gazed at his naked, wet torso. Next, he walked toward me and stopped about two feet away. I swallowed hard. I was getting hard. He was now standing in the shallow water that came up to the very tip of his cock. I see almost seven inches of his cock just hanging there for me to gawk at. I loved his whole package, especially his full batch of dark, wet pubic hair. The only thing I couldn’t see were his nuts. He was definitely driving me nuts and he knew it too. I felt ecstatic that Cary wanted to be naked with me, Lord knows I was loving this. I desired every inch of him
Yes, I admitted it to myself: I really wanted this guy and I knew he wanted me too. It felt so perfect: the two of us together at that moment. Finally, he leaned forward and kissed me softly on the lips. I couldn’t believe this happening and how magnificent it felt to be kissing Cary. I thought about the guy in his house and again said, Fuck it, fuck him, perv. The kiss lasted a couple of minutes and i experienced my first tongue kiss with a guy, not any guy, the guy I had dreamed about for years.
We briefly grabbed each other’s throbbing hard ons. Cary then suggested we go back to his car, a 1975 Ford Mustang, brown. Now? What about this perfect moment? Okay, I thought, the car will be more private and Pete the perv won’t be watching us. Cary walked ahead of me and I about ejaculated onto the rocks as I got out of Deneview creek. He grabbed his clothes and carried them to the car. I watched his big dick
flip and bounce around as he sprinted the final few feet to the car. This was a dream come true, Cary and I naked and about to do something I only fantasized about. So what did I do? I, like an idiot, but my jockey shorts on. Let’s be sure to send Cary “No” vibe. Good job Mark.
We sat in the car, Cary nude and Mark wishing he was. There was something breathtaking about sitting next to my naked best friend. He was still almost fully erect. No words were spoken. There was a street light shining on us, but I went for his hard cock with my hand anyway. Cary’s cock went full-stiff instantly. I was using my right hand, so I turned to face him, and we kissed again.. I squeezed the firm tip of his left nipple and Cary moaned and continued to french kiss me. I could see the ridges of knotted muscle and the curves and hollows of his terrific torso. The heavy thickness of his male-cock was pressed into my sweaty right hand. I jerked up and down after spitting on his swollen mushroom head. I tugged on it and gripped it and saw a bubble of pre-cum drizzle from the tip and dripped down onto my wrist. I was rock hard and somehow slid my jockeys off with my left hand. Cary squeezed my cock and I let out a deep sigh of pleasure. I know he wanted me to suck him off, so I did. I nuzzled my way down over Cary’s rippled stomach and flat curved abs to the thicket of pubic hair at his groin My eager lips closed about Cary’s bulging cock head and he felt my warm tongue rasp over the sensitive flesh. Even though I was inexperienced, I went slow and suctioned downward on the massive shaft until my mouth was pressed against the mat of pubic hair at the base. The same pubic hair I had admired minutes earlier. I remember thinking how good his cock tasted and feeling bad at the same time. Guys don’t do this shit, I hear my inner voice say. FUCK it, this is fun. Plus, Cary told me I was much better than Julie, his on again, off again so called girlfriend.
Cary’s heart was pounding like sledgehammer as I continued to suck the very cock that I had often dreamed about. I though my cock would explode, it was so rock hard. My wet lips continued to suck his perfect prick and I knew Cary was gonna cum. I pulled back a few inches and watched as his sweet juices sprayed all over my chin and neck.
“Oh my god Mark, you were awesome. I had no idea a bj could be that great!’
“It was awesome, wasn’t it?” I agreed as I wiped his cum off of me.
We both felt great...no guilt at all. He started the car and drove away from Deneview Creek, still naked, still half hard. I pulled up my shorts.
To this day, if I see a shirtless guy driving, I get so excited and picture them naked, the same way Cary was that memorable night.
“We should go to a movie and go skinny dipping tomorrow night too. You owe some money and you owe me a bj.” I said hopefully.
“Sounds good to me...” Cary responded. “I’ve never blown a guy before, but neither had you, and you were the best ever. I guess I’ll just do what you did and say fuck it, I’m going down!”
Cary lived up to his promise the next night, I think the guy across the creek waited up for us.
I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I did writing this. This was my first effort at a gay story, let me know what you think please.
I recently went back to where I grew up and was walking near a spot that brought back an amazing moment in my life. So, I thought I would share this erotic story with everyone. Most of it is true. Sorry if my verb tenses aren't consistent and for a few spelling and grammatical errors. I wrote this with a big hard on and hope you get one too!
MWE
Carried Away with Cary or title # 2; Fuck It
I was just eighteen and it was the summer of my senior year in HS, 1978. I was gay, but wouldn’t admit it even to myself for another ten years. I lived in Fond du lac, Wisconsin, a pretty good town to live in. We were an hour from Milwaukee and less than an hour from Madison.
My best friend Cary had just moved and would attend a new HS for our Senior year. Cary was 6’1” with piercing brown eyes and longer, wavy black hair. He wrestled in HS at 165 pounds and had a body to die for. He looked like a cross between Robbie Benson, Rob Lowe and Mitch Gaylord. The latter, an American gymnast that I frequently jerked off to. Cary was a gorgeous young man. I always noticed how girls flirted with him constantly. His smile could melt your heart in about two seconds. He was funny and not the least bit stuck up or overly egotistical. We had a blast together. We looked at porn in his basement and talked about sex a lot...straight sex. Hustler and Penthouse weren’t for me. Hustler would show guy/girl sex once in awhile. I wouldn’t discover gay porn for another two years or so. That’s another story.
Cary was going to college and so was I. I wanted to go to UW-Madison, he was set to go to UW-Oshkosh. I really wanted to room with him, partly because of my repressed sexual feelings for him and his hot bod. We did many fun things together: golf, tennis, biking and fishing. No matter what we were doing, I always enjoyed when he took his shirt off. We were friends for about three years and it took almost a year before I finally saw Cary shirtless. He had broad shoulders, a good tan, a great chest and perfect nipples that protruded and were about the size of a quarter. I love men’s nipples, the bigger, the hotter to me. Small nipples always disappoint me. I am pretty sure he knew I was admiring his chest the day he removed his tank top in his back yard. We were throwing a football around. Lots of males and females have enjoyed looking at this dude....shirtless or not.
I took my shirt off and he commented on my good abs. I was a runner and did hundreds of sit ups a day back then. People told me that I looked like Mark Hamill from Star Wars, which was a big hit that summer. I definitely needed to work on my tan. But, I was raised to think that too much sun is bad, hence my modesty to remove my shirt. I was too white, that’s for sure. We talked about what to do that evening. Cary worked until 9:00 p.m. at a truck wash. I invited him over after work and we’d go see a movie and try to pick up girls in Lakeside Park after the show. He agreed with my plan , put his shirt back on and headed off to work. I remember thinking that it was a great day already, just because I had seen Cary shirtless. Little did I know, the best was yet to come, as Brian Adams said in a sappy 80’s song.
He came over to my house after work, instead of going home. He brought a change of clothes so we could make the movie in time. He said he showered at work and just the visual of Cary naked in the shower got me hard. I let him change in my room and I left him alone and shut the door. My parents were home, so jumping his bones at that moment was not really an option. I was across the hall in the bathroom combing my hair, when Cary called me into my bedroom. I went in. My heart stopped when I opened the door. Cary was standing there, butt naked. I went in and shut the door. He didn’t cover up or anything. Cary had ideas! He said he forgot to cash his check and didn’t have any money...I think he said that. I was busy checking out my hot bodied friend who decided to model his “to die for” body right at that moment.
His cock was cut and about four inches with a big mushroom head and a thicker than average shaft. It hung straight down and I had never seen anything more erotic or exciting in my life. His pubic hair was black, curly and made a perfect triangle down to his wonderful balls. With his right hand, Cary quickly flipped his dick up in the air and it flopped back down with that funny noise dicks make when they hit the skin just below the belly button. I loved checking out guys in the HS locker room/showers. However, I always felt dirty and guilty afterwards. But this guy actually wanted me to check him out.
I enjoyed going to Cary’s HS wrestling matches for the sole purpose of seeing him in that “oh so hot” singlet wrestlers wear. He looked fantastic in the red, tight singlet. I would check out his bulge and feel aroused and know he was bigger than most in the cock department. Sweaty and extremely hot, I watched as Cary, grabbed and clutched at another hot, young dude. This was as good as it got for me back then. I would have paid 10 times what I paid for admission to any match Cary wrestled in. How could I have not known I was gay? Denial: it isn’t just a river in Egypt, as the saying goes.
Now I am living out my “I hope I see Cary naked” fantasy right in my own bedroom. After about five seconds, Cary turned and put his Levis on. In addition to finding out he was cut and larger than I was, I found out he liked to go without underwear. I found out that I was hopelessly gay. I knew at that moment for sure, or did I? Cary’s ass was so perfect. Smooth, muscular, athletic and so hot. This happened over 30 years ago and the images of Cary naked are forever, happily, burned into my memory.
After he told me about his cash problem I told him I would loan him some money. I was also quick witted enough to mention that I would loan him some underwear too. He laughed, now zipping up his blue and white polo shirt. He commented that the ladies like the no underwear look on guys. So do I Cary, so do I.
After the movie we cruised around Lakeside Park and listened to Foreigner, Kansas and Styx on cassette. We had a few beers and talked about college next year, sex and sports. It was close to midnight and I was about to experience one of the most exciting sexual experiences of my entire life, which now spans 45 years.
The park is named after Lake Winnebago, and there is a small creek in the park named Deneview Creek. It leads directly into Lake Winnebago. There are boat docks near Deneview creek. Cary drove through the docks and parked in a secluded area right at the end of Deneview Creek.
Honestly, there was a full moon and the night sky was very bright and full of stars. Talk about romantic. We were both horny 17 year olds, who were not going to get any lady love tonight.
What Cary said next was truly memorable and so exciting I about died.
“I am going skinny dipping, how about you Mark?”
I cooly said, “Sure, why not.”
“I’ll bet I can beat you into the water,” Cary challenged me, already removing his shirt.
“You’re not wearing underwear, you win.” I replied.
Cary unzipped his Levis and for the second time that night I would see he absolutely stunning, naked body. The sheer excitement of being naked with Cary made me rip off my clothes so fast, I almost did beat Cary into this birthday suit. Doesn’t everybody rip off their clothes fast before they skinny dip? I understand why now. I stood on the rocks and boulders that led into the water, fully naked now. Cary hopped off the last stone, into the water. The moonlight was brilliant as it highlighted the best part of Cary’s sculpted body. Also, for the second time that evening, my heart stopped and then began racing. I took a deep breath and waded into the water which came up to the bottom of my balls. Again, I felt lust like I had never experienced. I am suppose to feel like this for women, I thought. How can I want my best friend so badly? Looking back now, we were horny 17 year olds and wanted to experience pleasure. Big fuckin’ deal, no laws were broken that night. Even though I wanted Cary SO badly, I fought those carnal desires. But, fuck it, go for it, quickly became my mantra for the evening.
Cary was seven or eight feet away from me and I stared at his breathtakingly beautiful butt as he looked up at the night sky.
“Beautiful isn’t it?” he asked, referring to the night sky.
“It sure is,” I responded, referring to his sexy, glorious, athletic ass.
There were houses about 50 feet away, across the creek. I immediately thought we were gonna get busted and someone would call the police.
Clearly, Cary was more comfortable in this situation than I was. Yet, somehow, I just said fuck it to myself and decided to enjoy this wonderful moment with my friend Cary. He asked me why I was so nervous and then commented that guys are naked around each other all the time in the showers and locker rooms, so it was okay. I agreed and mentioned that I was just a little cold.
It was then we heard a door open from across the creek and a man in his forties stepped out onto his back porch. He must have been watching us. FUCK! I thought, just what I was afraid of. Unbelievably, he just waved and went back into the house.
“That was interesting,” Cary said, laughing.
“Maybe he’s gay and we turned him on,” I said in a serious tone.
“I’m turned on,” Cary replied, matter-of-factly.
“I can see that, you’re bigger than me and I am jealous.”
“I’m hard, you’re not.” he quipped.
Considering that I had never been more excited in my life, it was a minor miracle that I wasn’t fully erect. I think it was the Costanza effect, you know: shrinkage and cold water.
I played with dick, trying to get hard while Cary continued to gaze at the stars and I repeatedly gazed at his naked, wet torso. Next, he walked toward me and stopped about two feet away. I swallowed hard. I was getting hard. He was now standing in the shallow water that came up to the very tip of his cock. I see almost seven inches of his cock just hanging there for me to gawk at. I loved his whole package, especially his full batch of dark, wet pubic hair. The only thing I couldn’t see were his nuts. He was definitely driving me nuts and he knew it too. I felt ecstatic that Cary wanted to be naked with me, Lord knows I was loving this. I desired every inch of him
Yes, I admitted it to myself: I really wanted this guy and I knew he wanted me too. It felt so perfect: the two of us together at that moment. Finally, he leaned forward and kissed me softly on the lips. I couldn’t believe this happening and how magnificent it felt to be kissing Cary. I thought about the guy in his house and again said, Fuck it, fuck him, perv. The kiss lasted a couple of minutes and i experienced my first tongue kiss with a guy, not any guy, the guy I had dreamed about for years.
We briefly grabbed each other’s throbbing hard ons. Cary then suggested we go back to his car, a 1975 Ford Mustang, brown. Now? What about this perfect moment? Okay, I thought, the car will be more private and Pete the perv won’t be watching us. Cary walked ahead of me and I about ejaculated onto the rocks as I got out of Deneview creek. He grabbed his clothes and carried them to the car. I watched his big dick
flip and bounce around as he sprinted the final few feet to the car. This was a dream come true, Cary and I naked and about to do something I only fantasized about. So what did I do? I, like an idiot, but my jockey shorts on. Let’s be sure to send Cary “No” vibe. Good job Mark.
We sat in the car, Cary nude and Mark wishing he was. There was something breathtaking about sitting next to my naked best friend. He was still almost fully erect. No words were spoken. There was a street light shining on us, but I went for his hard cock with my hand anyway. Cary’s cock went full-stiff instantly. I was using my right hand, so I turned to face him, and we kissed again.. I squeezed the firm tip of his left nipple and Cary moaned and continued to french kiss me. I could see the ridges of knotted muscle and the curves and hollows of his terrific torso. The heavy thickness of his male-cock was pressed into my sweaty right hand. I jerked up and down after spitting on his swollen mushroom head. I tugged on it and gripped it and saw a bubble of pre-cum drizzle from the tip and dripped down onto my wrist. I was rock hard and somehow slid my jockeys off with my left hand. Cary squeezed my cock and I let out a deep sigh of pleasure. I know he wanted me to suck him off, so I did. I nuzzled my way down over Cary’s rippled stomach and flat curved abs to the thicket of pubic hair at his groin My eager lips closed about Cary’s bulging cock head and he felt my warm tongue rasp over the sensitive flesh. Even though I was inexperienced, I went slow and suctioned downward on the massive shaft until my mouth was pressed against the mat of pubic hair at the base. The same pubic hair I had admired minutes earlier. I remember thinking how good his cock tasted and feeling bad at the same time. Guys don’t do this shit, I hear my inner voice say. FUCK it, this is fun. Plus, Cary told me I was much better than Julie, his on again, off again so called girlfriend.
Cary’s heart was pounding like sledgehammer as I continued to suck the very cock that I had often dreamed about. I though my cock would explode, it was so rock hard. My wet lips continued to suck his perfect prick and I knew Cary was gonna cum. I pulled back a few inches and watched as his sweet juices sprayed all over my chin and neck.
“Oh my god Mark, you were awesome. I had no idea a bj could be that great!’
“It was awesome, wasn’t it?” I agreed as I wiped his cum off of me.
We both felt great...no guilt at all. He started the car and drove away from Deneview Creek, still naked, still half hard. I pulled up my shorts.
To this day, if I see a shirtless guy driving, I get so excited and picture them naked, the same way Cary was that memorable night.
“We should go to a movie and go skinny dipping tomorrow night too. You owe some money and you owe me a bj.” I said hopefully.
“Sounds good to me...” Cary responded. “I’ve never blown a guy before, but neither had you, and you were the best ever. I guess I’ll just do what you did and say fuck it, I’m going down!”
Cary lived up to his promise the next night, I think the guy across the creek waited up for us.
I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I did writing this. This was my first effort at a gay story, let me know what you think please.
awesome story
