BINOWGAYLATER
Do that 2 me 1 more time
Good evening gentlemen:
I don't imagine I am "known" in these parts -- as I hang out in Hot Topics and Amateur Pics -- but I enjoy reading threads here whenever I can, and I've written a couple of very short stories -- some for myself, some for friends who wanted to be the main character in their fantasy "come to life" - as it were.
So here's a little something I'm throwing out here, hoping it will maybe bring back some memories of your own, and that you might find some "pleasure" in reading it.
Here is Part I. If anybody half likes it, I'll return with Part II; deal?
MY SPECIAL FRIEND – PART I
Southern California is a beautiful place. A hot day at the beach, checking out all the hot guys; what could be better? Well, I’ll tell you.
His name was Eric, we didn't go to the same high school, but his parents managed the condo's we lived in - me at one end of the complex, he at the other. He was not very tall, maybe 5'9" and with an olive complexion that made him look like he just walked out of an Italian vineyard. His thick dark hair and sparking brown eyes completed the smoldering Mediterranean look. The Swedish half of this handsome eighteen year old was nowhere to be seen, existing as it did in only his last name, a name that was as sexy as the rest of him.
We were approaching the end of our Senior Year. We celebrated winning the football championship and our birthdays all before Christmas. Now we were looking forward to summer and more time at the beach.
Afternoons were spent poolside at the condo. Eric always looked hot in his baggie shorts, toned pecs, slightly hairy arms. He was the quintessential 'pool boy". The dark tufts of hair peeking out from his underarms were nothing less than sensual while the coal-black line of hair showing the way from his belly button to his crotch was indeed a treasure map - leading to what as yet could be only the imagined treasures that his blue canvass shorts held secret. The rich covering of black hair on his muscular legs that grew even more curly and dense as it wrapped his strong thighs took my breath away. His darker skin, similar to mine, would never burn in the hot summer sun - his always tan body made me think of “tan lines” and what I wanted to see beneath his trunks.
I had been swimming competitively for three years and had finally lost the “baby fat”. We were nearly eye-to-eye but my broader shoulders made me appear bigger. I was often mistaken for a football player rather than a swimmer but I could move pretty well in the water. In the summer, my own Italian heritage showed in my complexion, lightly furred legs, and the dusting of dark hair across my chest and the thin pencil line down to my belly button.
We hit the pool after some snacks and all the while I was checking out that sexy body and looking for signs of what lay within those shorts. Apparently Eric was doing likewise. Being a swimmer, I always preferred to take laps and I grew quite comfortable in my red Speedos. In the beginning, the trunks had always been a source of embarrassment to me, especially coming out of the pool and having the wet nylon create a suction effect and sticking that fucking material to your package. Nothing is left to the imagination and so I always tried desperately not to be hard or aroused in any way - what would people think. However, with Eric around, I was more relaxed and didn’t care that he the chance to see what I tried to hide from everyone else. I willed him to see the clear outline of what my Speedo’s were holding.
Now, with June and graduation fast approaching, we spent our weekday afternoons by the pool and our weekends at the beach. He was nearly as good a swimmer as I. He certainly looked better in his low cut trunks. We would hang out every weekend talking about our upcoming graduation, and plans for after school. He was going to work in the family business but I would be off to the Navy soon. Occasionally - we would both notice a particular guy at the beach and he would often elbow me in the ribs, grab his crotch, and alert me to the eye candy.
Since we lived near the mall, when we were bored of the poolside activities at home, I often suggested we walk over and look around. He knew what I meant by that. We’d stop at the book store, and linger by the magazines. We'd look at magazines like Young Physique, a really hot mag of its day - with the best models with the greatest sexy bodies posing in all sorts of situations. The hot models wearing nothing more than a Speedo or if we were lucky, a skimpy jock strap. We would critique the guys and if we had enough nerve, actually buy a copy to bring home. This was, after all, the best jack off material of its day for two guys who were horny all the time but lacking the experience of doing anything with another guy. I thought Eric was fucking gorgeous; he knew that and spent a lot of his free time with me. Early Sunday mornings we’d head for the beach. He’d always remind me on Friday nights and I always said the same thing; be ready early so we can get a decent parking spot. I guess it’s safe to say he liked me too.
On Saturday afternoons we would watch wrestling at my place. It was much more enjoyable when my parents were out. We loved checking out all the wrestlers, especially those with hairy chests, big thick hairy legs and big bulges in their tights.
Sometimes during the matches, sometimes after, Eric would initiate a little wrestling play with me. Especially if we were lying on the carpet while watching TV. He would fool around, grabbing me here and there, twisting an arm or grabbing a thigh, flipping me on my back and sitting on my chest or lower; feeling the wood sprouting in my shorts. Then he would cup his hand over my balls and gently squeeze or even give a twist; forcing me into submission! Needless to say, all this bodily contact and “accidental” touching got me totally hard. I certainly did nothing to stop him.
It didn't take me long to return the favor. I could “accidentally” have my hands land in certain places too - you know? I managed to grab a fistful of hard cock and my sexy Eric offered no resistance to my wrestling moves either, except to smile and thrust his hips up into my hand. The matches over, we would adjourn to my room to check out the old, worn copies of Young Physique. As my room was small we were more comfortable conducting our reviews on the bed, of course. It was always hot so we always wore shorts and Eric’s shirt would be the first to come off. The toned pecs, the large dark nipples trimmed in hair, the furry armpits were all there, in person, far better than the magazine models.
The guys in the magazine may look good but they couldn’t give off a sexy smell like Eric. A smell that was part chlorine from the pool, part coconut oil tanning lotion laced with a good deal of man sweat. Oh, how I loved it when our legs "accidentally" touched, the hair on his legs rubbing against mine was like an electric shock running through me and pushing the clear drops of precum from the tip of my ever hard cock. I always made a point of tugging on my shorts or adjusting my package, making sure he noticed. To my surprise he finally reached over and slid his hand up my thigh; gently pressing on my balls and sliding his palm over my cock. This just made me want to rip off his shorts because I could see the big tent in his baggies. I would patiently wait until the right moment, a moment I figured it would come soon, very soon.
My parents would not be home for hours. We had the house to ourselves
I don't imagine I am "known" in these parts -- as I hang out in Hot Topics and Amateur Pics -- but I enjoy reading threads here whenever I can, and I've written a couple of very short stories -- some for myself, some for friends who wanted to be the main character in their fantasy "come to life" - as it were.
So here's a little something I'm throwing out here, hoping it will maybe bring back some memories of your own, and that you might find some "pleasure" in reading it.
Here is Part I. If anybody half likes it, I'll return with Part II; deal?
MY SPECIAL FRIEND – PART I
Southern California is a beautiful place. A hot day at the beach, checking out all the hot guys; what could be better? Well, I’ll tell you.
His name was Eric, we didn't go to the same high school, but his parents managed the condo's we lived in - me at one end of the complex, he at the other. He was not very tall, maybe 5'9" and with an olive complexion that made him look like he just walked out of an Italian vineyard. His thick dark hair and sparking brown eyes completed the smoldering Mediterranean look. The Swedish half of this handsome eighteen year old was nowhere to be seen, existing as it did in only his last name, a name that was as sexy as the rest of him.
We were approaching the end of our Senior Year. We celebrated winning the football championship and our birthdays all before Christmas. Now we were looking forward to summer and more time at the beach.
Afternoons were spent poolside at the condo. Eric always looked hot in his baggie shorts, toned pecs, slightly hairy arms. He was the quintessential 'pool boy". The dark tufts of hair peeking out from his underarms were nothing less than sensual while the coal-black line of hair showing the way from his belly button to his crotch was indeed a treasure map - leading to what as yet could be only the imagined treasures that his blue canvass shorts held secret. The rich covering of black hair on his muscular legs that grew even more curly and dense as it wrapped his strong thighs took my breath away. His darker skin, similar to mine, would never burn in the hot summer sun - his always tan body made me think of “tan lines” and what I wanted to see beneath his trunks.
I had been swimming competitively for three years and had finally lost the “baby fat”. We were nearly eye-to-eye but my broader shoulders made me appear bigger. I was often mistaken for a football player rather than a swimmer but I could move pretty well in the water. In the summer, my own Italian heritage showed in my complexion, lightly furred legs, and the dusting of dark hair across my chest and the thin pencil line down to my belly button.
We hit the pool after some snacks and all the while I was checking out that sexy body and looking for signs of what lay within those shorts. Apparently Eric was doing likewise. Being a swimmer, I always preferred to take laps and I grew quite comfortable in my red Speedos. In the beginning, the trunks had always been a source of embarrassment to me, especially coming out of the pool and having the wet nylon create a suction effect and sticking that fucking material to your package. Nothing is left to the imagination and so I always tried desperately not to be hard or aroused in any way - what would people think. However, with Eric around, I was more relaxed and didn’t care that he the chance to see what I tried to hide from everyone else. I willed him to see the clear outline of what my Speedo’s were holding.
Now, with June and graduation fast approaching, we spent our weekday afternoons by the pool and our weekends at the beach. He was nearly as good a swimmer as I. He certainly looked better in his low cut trunks. We would hang out every weekend talking about our upcoming graduation, and plans for after school. He was going to work in the family business but I would be off to the Navy soon. Occasionally - we would both notice a particular guy at the beach and he would often elbow me in the ribs, grab his crotch, and alert me to the eye candy.
Since we lived near the mall, when we were bored of the poolside activities at home, I often suggested we walk over and look around. He knew what I meant by that. We’d stop at the book store, and linger by the magazines. We'd look at magazines like Young Physique, a really hot mag of its day - with the best models with the greatest sexy bodies posing in all sorts of situations. The hot models wearing nothing more than a Speedo or if we were lucky, a skimpy jock strap. We would critique the guys and if we had enough nerve, actually buy a copy to bring home. This was, after all, the best jack off material of its day for two guys who were horny all the time but lacking the experience of doing anything with another guy. I thought Eric was fucking gorgeous; he knew that and spent a lot of his free time with me. Early Sunday mornings we’d head for the beach. He’d always remind me on Friday nights and I always said the same thing; be ready early so we can get a decent parking spot. I guess it’s safe to say he liked me too.
On Saturday afternoons we would watch wrestling at my place. It was much more enjoyable when my parents were out. We loved checking out all the wrestlers, especially those with hairy chests, big thick hairy legs and big bulges in their tights.
Sometimes during the matches, sometimes after, Eric would initiate a little wrestling play with me. Especially if we were lying on the carpet while watching TV. He would fool around, grabbing me here and there, twisting an arm or grabbing a thigh, flipping me on my back and sitting on my chest or lower; feeling the wood sprouting in my shorts. Then he would cup his hand over my balls and gently squeeze or even give a twist; forcing me into submission! Needless to say, all this bodily contact and “accidental” touching got me totally hard. I certainly did nothing to stop him.
It didn't take me long to return the favor. I could “accidentally” have my hands land in certain places too - you know? I managed to grab a fistful of hard cock and my sexy Eric offered no resistance to my wrestling moves either, except to smile and thrust his hips up into my hand. The matches over, we would adjourn to my room to check out the old, worn copies of Young Physique. As my room was small we were more comfortable conducting our reviews on the bed, of course. It was always hot so we always wore shorts and Eric’s shirt would be the first to come off. The toned pecs, the large dark nipples trimmed in hair, the furry armpits were all there, in person, far better than the magazine models.
The guys in the magazine may look good but they couldn’t give off a sexy smell like Eric. A smell that was part chlorine from the pool, part coconut oil tanning lotion laced with a good deal of man sweat. Oh, how I loved it when our legs "accidentally" touched, the hair on his legs rubbing against mine was like an electric shock running through me and pushing the clear drops of precum from the tip of my ever hard cock. I always made a point of tugging on my shorts or adjusting my package, making sure he noticed. To my surprise he finally reached over and slid his hand up my thigh; gently pressing on my balls and sliding his palm over my cock. This just made me want to rip off his shorts because I could see the big tent in his baggies. I would patiently wait until the right moment, a moment I figured it would come soon, very soon.
My parents would not be home for hours. We had the house to ourselves
