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miaplacidus
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This is one of my secret fantasies. The two main characters are real, although they have never seen each other, their names have been changed for obvious reasons, and as far as I know they are both straight. However, in the little world I've created for them, they aren't... [evil laugh].
The one with the green eyes is one of my closest friends, and I have lusted after him for years now. The other one (the narrator) is a guy I've met at school. We've talked to each other a few times, and he seems to be really nice, but we don't know each other much yet. I'm doing my best efforts to change that.
Well guys, enough talk. Enjoy.
I could not sleep. I could not stop thinking about him.
Mark had been my best friend for years, although we had never lived in the same city. However, my feelings for him were far beyond friendship: not much after I had first met him, I had realized that I was deeply in love with him. However, he was straight, or so I thought.
Our summer holidays had just begun. He was going to spend a couple of weeks with me, and he would arrive the following day. I could not wait to see him, to talk to him, and to hug him for a short while. I loved it when his body pressed against mine, and I did the impossible so that our crotches would press against each other's for a second.
He was the best friend I could ask for, and he was hot as hell as well. He was not very tall, but he was without any doubts a big guy, with broad shoulders and bulging muscles. His hair was jet-black except for blond lock in the front, and his eyes were bright green, with long, curled eyelashes. Those eyes had seduced me even before he had talked to me for the first time.
Those eyes and that body made me lust after him, but it was his innocence what made me love him. Mark was really shy, and innocent without doubts. Then there was that coy smile of his that made me burn with desire.
Even his voice made me horny. I had jerked off while talking to him by phone more than once, controlling my breath so that he didn't notice what I was doing. My fantasies always involved him. I knew I had an obsession, and I didn't care. I just needed him.
That night, like every night, I made myself comfortable, and then I began caressing my right pec, gently tweaking the nipple so that it became small and hard. Meanwhile I stroked my abs with the other hand, closing my eyes and smiling to myself when I felt once more how defined and hard they were. They were covered with soft hair. I didn't like the hair very much, but it felt good to gently stroke it.
I knew that I was handsome. In fact, most girls drooled at the sight of my bare torso when I went to the beach, but I could not care less about them: I don't find them particularly attractive. It was not like I hadn't had sex with a few of them, but I preferred young, athletic boys.
I slept in the nude, so there weren't any barriers between my hand and my aching cock. It stood there, long, hard and pointing upwards, the foreskin partially pulled back. I looked at it for a second, imagining how good would it feel if Mark wrapped his lips around it, and took it in my hand.
A wave of pleasure went through my body as soon as I touched my meat. It twitched and throbbed in my hand, ready to be caressed. My other hand went to my balls, which I kept smooth to the touch by shaving them every week, and I began toying with them.
I always started with long, gentle strokes from base to head, pulling the foreskin all the way back when I reached the base, and then completely covering the shiny head with it when I moved upwards again. I liked it slow at first, in order to enjoy that special kind of light pleasure I felt when I did that.
I closed my eyes again, and my mind focused on Mark. Mark, with his slightly fuzzy chest, his bulging muscles and his big, curved cock. I had seen it only once: I had spied on him while he was taking care of himself, and it had been the most exciting experience I had ever had. His muscles tensed up rhythmically as he spanked his meat, while his face showed an expression of tortured pleasure, his eyes tightly shut and his mouth slightly open, quiet moans constantly coming from him. His hand flew over his cock, and his moans became louder and more frequent until he threw his head back and emitted a long moan of pleasure as he came all over himself, covering his chest and abs with his gooey load, a load I would have lapped up from him if he had given me the chance.
Those memories turned me on greatly, and I picked up some speed. It would not take me much time to cum: I was too horny to make it last long. I needed to get my rocks off.
I could hear my own soft moans of pleasure, something that turns me on too. I was getting close: my breathing was shallow and fast, and my cock throbbed insistently in my hand. I squeezed my balls and stroked myself faster.
My eyes rolled back and I let out a tortured moan as I felt the beginning of my orgasm. My cock jerked and throbbed violently as white ribbons of my warm cum began coming out of it and hit me everywhere.
'Oh Mark...' I moaned without even thinking of doing it, as my orgasm subsided. I squeezed my cock, milking the last drops of cum, and then raised my hand to my face in order to lick the stuff. I pretended it to be Mark's as I savored it like I always did. It tasted good.
I kept drinking my own spooge until I was moderately clean again. Spent and satisfied, I fell asleep.
Somebody was tickling me. Half asleep, I tried to protect myself, but I couldn't. Whoever he was, he climbed to the bed and kept tickling me and blowing at my ear.
'Mmmmm...' I groaned angrily. 'Let me sleep...'
'No way!' I heard Mark's voice say. 'It's time to get up. I'm here'
I opened my eyes instantly and rolled on the bed so that I could see him. There he was, the young god I loved so much, the man I would probably never have.
'Ewwww Chad...' he said as soon as he saw my front side, and jumped out of the bed. 'Is that what I think it is?'
I looked down and saw the dried cum from the night before all over my chest and abs. My face turned red as I quickly covered myself with the bed sheet.
'I think you've had a lot of fun yesterday night' he said. 'You need to take a shower man'
'Yeah, indeed I do' I replied, trying to hide my embarrassment. 'Would you wait out there while I get up and take my shower, please?'
'Why?' he asked. 'It's not like I haven't seen you shirtless before'
I didn't say anything. The thing was, I was rock hard under the sheet. When I wake up, I'm always hard, independently of the circumstances, and that day was no exception. I thought Mark would make fun of me if he noticed.
Then, he did something completely unexpected. He grabbed the sheets and pulled, revealing my body again. I looked down again and saw my awfully tented boxers, which did nothing else but add to my embarrassment.
'It seems that somebody has a case of the morning wood' Mark said with a smirk. 'I better wait outside. Try not to make much noise, your mother is in the kitchen'
'I'm not going to do it now' I replied, by then very embarrassed. 'But yeah, you better wait outside'
I got up and quickly headed for the bathroom, but I could not escape from him. He managed to slap my butt when I passed near him. I tried to slap his too, but he escaped before I could do so.
I have an en suite bathroom, so nobody besides him saw the dried cum all over myself. In seconds I was under the jets of warm water, my muscles relaxed by the heat and the rub I was giving them. My cock was still hard when I began washing it, and it throbbed when I touched it. I noticed then how much I needed some release, and so I stroked myself again to a satisfying orgasm as I gently penetrated my hole with a soapy finger.
I dried myself and then I shaved, in the nude as I always did. After that, I looked at my image in the mirror. I liked what I was seeing, but I knew that it was not enough for Mark to love me.
I saw the image of a young, dark-haired man. I have dark brown eyes and my facial features are delicate, although definitely not effeminate. My lips are full without being too thick and my smile can make girls faint. I'm not interested in girls, though.
Being five feet ten inches tall, I'm not a huge man, but my muscles are nicely defined and I'm strong. My front side is covered with hair, although it isn't very thick. It's thicker on my belly and in the middle of my chest, and I often trim it so that it looks nice. I've shaved it a couple of times, too. My nipples are about a fourth of an inch in diameter and they get hard at the slightest brush. My belly button is quite sensitive too, and often I wonder how would it feel to have someone sliding his tongue in and out of it.
Some inches lower, you find my most intimate parts. My cock is about five inches long when soft and a little over seven inches when hard. As I've told you before, I'm uncut, and my foreskin is quite long: I can keep it fully unretracted when I'm hard, something that not all guys can do. My balls are shaved and hang low between my legs.
I like my butt, both due to how it looks and to how it feels when I play with it. It's perfectly round and hard, and the hole between the cheeks is very tight and very sensitive. I have never been rimmed, but I can guess I'd enjoy it.
However, in my opinion, I have nothing to do when compared to Mark. He's as beautiful as a man can be. He's perfect. But now, let's continue with the story.
I went out of the bathroom and got dressed. I wanted to look sexy and provocative for Mark without being too obvious, so I chose a black tight-fitting T-shirt that nicely showed off my body and the tightest pair of jeans I had. I thought I was a walking invitation for gay men while I wasn't wearing anything that would make people wonder about my sexual orientation.
Dressed that way, I went downstairs and found Mark sitting on the couch that was in our living room, obviously waiting for me.
'How many times did you shower?' he asked. 'I've been here for over half an hour!'
'You know, I like to take long, steamy showers...' I replied. “Especially if you're there” I thought to myself.
'Yeah, I know you do...' he said with an evil grin, while he pretended to be jerking off.
'Mark Greene!' I whispered to him. 'My mother could see you!'
'Then let's go to your room again' he proposed.
I followed him. I could not stop looking at his ass while he wasn't looking at me: it was too tempting. I had to seduce that stud, I thought. I had two weeks to corrupt Mark, and I was decided to succeed.
'Hey Chad, you fag...!' he suddenly said, very loudly, feigning disgust. 'Stop looking at my ass!'
I was taken by surprise, but I recovered quickly.
'OK, but only if you let me touch it'
Then I boldly grabbed a handful of his ass for a second. He raised his right fist and pretended to hit me on the face. We both chuckled at our own dumbness, but then I realized that we were so close to each other that our bodies were touching, and that our eyes were locked with each other's.
'Chad...' he whispered.
'What?' I answered, not wanting to break the moment.
'Chad...' he whispered again, with a strange look on his eyes. 'please don't hate me...'
And then he leaned forward and kissed me lightly on the lips, as if he was asking for permission to enter my mouth. I was taken by surprise, and so I just stayed still. He broke the kiss and entered my room quickly, leaving me there, shocked.
I heard a quiet sob coming from my bedroom, and that pulled me out of my shock state. I entered my room and locked the door behind me.
'Chad, I'm sorry...' Mark said, between sobs. 'I was caught in the moment... please don't hate me...'
He was sitting on my bed, covering his face with his hands. I sat beside him and pulled from his arms so that he uncovered his face.
'I don't want you to see me like this' he said. 'Leave me alone, please...'
'I won't' I told him. 'I will never leave you alone, Mark. I love you'
Then I leaned forward and kissed him.
The one with the green eyes is one of my closest friends, and I have lusted after him for years now. The other one (the narrator) is a guy I've met at school. We've talked to each other a few times, and he seems to be really nice, but we don't know each other much yet. I'm doing my best efforts to change that.
Well guys, enough talk. Enjoy.
* * * * *
Green Eyes
by Miaplacidus
Green Eyes
by Miaplacidus
I could not sleep. I could not stop thinking about him.
Mark had been my best friend for years, although we had never lived in the same city. However, my feelings for him were far beyond friendship: not much after I had first met him, I had realized that I was deeply in love with him. However, he was straight, or so I thought.
Our summer holidays had just begun. He was going to spend a couple of weeks with me, and he would arrive the following day. I could not wait to see him, to talk to him, and to hug him for a short while. I loved it when his body pressed against mine, and I did the impossible so that our crotches would press against each other's for a second.
He was the best friend I could ask for, and he was hot as hell as well. He was not very tall, but he was without any doubts a big guy, with broad shoulders and bulging muscles. His hair was jet-black except for blond lock in the front, and his eyes were bright green, with long, curled eyelashes. Those eyes had seduced me even before he had talked to me for the first time.
Those eyes and that body made me lust after him, but it was his innocence what made me love him. Mark was really shy, and innocent without doubts. Then there was that coy smile of his that made me burn with desire.
Even his voice made me horny. I had jerked off while talking to him by phone more than once, controlling my breath so that he didn't notice what I was doing. My fantasies always involved him. I knew I had an obsession, and I didn't care. I just needed him.
That night, like every night, I made myself comfortable, and then I began caressing my right pec, gently tweaking the nipple so that it became small and hard. Meanwhile I stroked my abs with the other hand, closing my eyes and smiling to myself when I felt once more how defined and hard they were. They were covered with soft hair. I didn't like the hair very much, but it felt good to gently stroke it.
I knew that I was handsome. In fact, most girls drooled at the sight of my bare torso when I went to the beach, but I could not care less about them: I don't find them particularly attractive. It was not like I hadn't had sex with a few of them, but I preferred young, athletic boys.
I slept in the nude, so there weren't any barriers between my hand and my aching cock. It stood there, long, hard and pointing upwards, the foreskin partially pulled back. I looked at it for a second, imagining how good would it feel if Mark wrapped his lips around it, and took it in my hand.
A wave of pleasure went through my body as soon as I touched my meat. It twitched and throbbed in my hand, ready to be caressed. My other hand went to my balls, which I kept smooth to the touch by shaving them every week, and I began toying with them.
I always started with long, gentle strokes from base to head, pulling the foreskin all the way back when I reached the base, and then completely covering the shiny head with it when I moved upwards again. I liked it slow at first, in order to enjoy that special kind of light pleasure I felt when I did that.
I closed my eyes again, and my mind focused on Mark. Mark, with his slightly fuzzy chest, his bulging muscles and his big, curved cock. I had seen it only once: I had spied on him while he was taking care of himself, and it had been the most exciting experience I had ever had. His muscles tensed up rhythmically as he spanked his meat, while his face showed an expression of tortured pleasure, his eyes tightly shut and his mouth slightly open, quiet moans constantly coming from him. His hand flew over his cock, and his moans became louder and more frequent until he threw his head back and emitted a long moan of pleasure as he came all over himself, covering his chest and abs with his gooey load, a load I would have lapped up from him if he had given me the chance.
Those memories turned me on greatly, and I picked up some speed. It would not take me much time to cum: I was too horny to make it last long. I needed to get my rocks off.
I could hear my own soft moans of pleasure, something that turns me on too. I was getting close: my breathing was shallow and fast, and my cock throbbed insistently in my hand. I squeezed my balls and stroked myself faster.
My eyes rolled back and I let out a tortured moan as I felt the beginning of my orgasm. My cock jerked and throbbed violently as white ribbons of my warm cum began coming out of it and hit me everywhere.
'Oh Mark...' I moaned without even thinking of doing it, as my orgasm subsided. I squeezed my cock, milking the last drops of cum, and then raised my hand to my face in order to lick the stuff. I pretended it to be Mark's as I savored it like I always did. It tasted good.
I kept drinking my own spooge until I was moderately clean again. Spent and satisfied, I fell asleep.
* * * * *
Somebody was tickling me. Half asleep, I tried to protect myself, but I couldn't. Whoever he was, he climbed to the bed and kept tickling me and blowing at my ear.
'Mmmmm...' I groaned angrily. 'Let me sleep...'
'No way!' I heard Mark's voice say. 'It's time to get up. I'm here'
I opened my eyes instantly and rolled on the bed so that I could see him. There he was, the young god I loved so much, the man I would probably never have.
'Ewwww Chad...' he said as soon as he saw my front side, and jumped out of the bed. 'Is that what I think it is?'
I looked down and saw the dried cum from the night before all over my chest and abs. My face turned red as I quickly covered myself with the bed sheet.
'I think you've had a lot of fun yesterday night' he said. 'You need to take a shower man'
'Yeah, indeed I do' I replied, trying to hide my embarrassment. 'Would you wait out there while I get up and take my shower, please?'
'Why?' he asked. 'It's not like I haven't seen you shirtless before'
I didn't say anything. The thing was, I was rock hard under the sheet. When I wake up, I'm always hard, independently of the circumstances, and that day was no exception. I thought Mark would make fun of me if he noticed.
Then, he did something completely unexpected. He grabbed the sheets and pulled, revealing my body again. I looked down again and saw my awfully tented boxers, which did nothing else but add to my embarrassment.
'It seems that somebody has a case of the morning wood' Mark said with a smirk. 'I better wait outside. Try not to make much noise, your mother is in the kitchen'
'I'm not going to do it now' I replied, by then very embarrassed. 'But yeah, you better wait outside'
I got up and quickly headed for the bathroom, but I could not escape from him. He managed to slap my butt when I passed near him. I tried to slap his too, but he escaped before I could do so.
I have an en suite bathroom, so nobody besides him saw the dried cum all over myself. In seconds I was under the jets of warm water, my muscles relaxed by the heat and the rub I was giving them. My cock was still hard when I began washing it, and it throbbed when I touched it. I noticed then how much I needed some release, and so I stroked myself again to a satisfying orgasm as I gently penetrated my hole with a soapy finger.
I dried myself and then I shaved, in the nude as I always did. After that, I looked at my image in the mirror. I liked what I was seeing, but I knew that it was not enough for Mark to love me.
I saw the image of a young, dark-haired man. I have dark brown eyes and my facial features are delicate, although definitely not effeminate. My lips are full without being too thick and my smile can make girls faint. I'm not interested in girls, though.
Being five feet ten inches tall, I'm not a huge man, but my muscles are nicely defined and I'm strong. My front side is covered with hair, although it isn't very thick. It's thicker on my belly and in the middle of my chest, and I often trim it so that it looks nice. I've shaved it a couple of times, too. My nipples are about a fourth of an inch in diameter and they get hard at the slightest brush. My belly button is quite sensitive too, and often I wonder how would it feel to have someone sliding his tongue in and out of it.
Some inches lower, you find my most intimate parts. My cock is about five inches long when soft and a little over seven inches when hard. As I've told you before, I'm uncut, and my foreskin is quite long: I can keep it fully unretracted when I'm hard, something that not all guys can do. My balls are shaved and hang low between my legs.
I like my butt, both due to how it looks and to how it feels when I play with it. It's perfectly round and hard, and the hole between the cheeks is very tight and very sensitive. I have never been rimmed, but I can guess I'd enjoy it.
However, in my opinion, I have nothing to do when compared to Mark. He's as beautiful as a man can be. He's perfect. But now, let's continue with the story.
I went out of the bathroom and got dressed. I wanted to look sexy and provocative for Mark without being too obvious, so I chose a black tight-fitting T-shirt that nicely showed off my body and the tightest pair of jeans I had. I thought I was a walking invitation for gay men while I wasn't wearing anything that would make people wonder about my sexual orientation.
Dressed that way, I went downstairs and found Mark sitting on the couch that was in our living room, obviously waiting for me.
'How many times did you shower?' he asked. 'I've been here for over half an hour!'
'You know, I like to take long, steamy showers...' I replied. “Especially if you're there” I thought to myself.
'Yeah, I know you do...' he said with an evil grin, while he pretended to be jerking off.
'Mark Greene!' I whispered to him. 'My mother could see you!'
'Then let's go to your room again' he proposed.
I followed him. I could not stop looking at his ass while he wasn't looking at me: it was too tempting. I had to seduce that stud, I thought. I had two weeks to corrupt Mark, and I was decided to succeed.
'Hey Chad, you fag...!' he suddenly said, very loudly, feigning disgust. 'Stop looking at my ass!'
I was taken by surprise, but I recovered quickly.
'OK, but only if you let me touch it'
Then I boldly grabbed a handful of his ass for a second. He raised his right fist and pretended to hit me on the face. We both chuckled at our own dumbness, but then I realized that we were so close to each other that our bodies were touching, and that our eyes were locked with each other's.
'Chad...' he whispered.
'What?' I answered, not wanting to break the moment.
'Chad...' he whispered again, with a strange look on his eyes. 'please don't hate me...'
And then he leaned forward and kissed me lightly on the lips, as if he was asking for permission to enter my mouth. I was taken by surprise, and so I just stayed still. He broke the kiss and entered my room quickly, leaving me there, shocked.
I heard a quiet sob coming from my bedroom, and that pulled me out of my shock state. I entered my room and locked the door behind me.
'Chad, I'm sorry...' Mark said, between sobs. 'I was caught in the moment... please don't hate me...'
He was sitting on my bed, covering his face with his hands. I sat beside him and pulled from his arms so that he uncovered his face.
'I don't want you to see me like this' he said. 'Leave me alone, please...'
'I won't' I told him. 'I will never leave you alone, Mark. I love you'
Then I leaned forward and kissed him.
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