In the South II

My name is Eric Shims, I’m a nineteen years old and I am originally from a small town called Maryville in Tennessee. All my life I have always thought that I was a little different then the other boys that I grew up around. I mean we like the same stuff football, horses and hunting; but something always seemed different for me. I was always trying to see the other guys naked out of pure curiosity. Like when I was eight I tried to get my friend Daren to let me see his penis, but when I tried to touch it he hit me.

I think that was when I realized that the feelings I had were probably wrong and I shouldn’t act on them, but I would still have dreams about my friends where we would touch each other and things like that. Then when I turned thirteen and went to middle school I found out that what I was feeling was called homosexuality and was a sin. Since my father was a pasture for the church I should try and stop my feelings and try to be normal and have girlfriends.

I never got the dreams to stop though even through high school I had the dreams about my guy friends touching me and kissing me, I couldn’t control my dreams and quite frankly didn’t want to.
So life continued as usual I played football all four years of high school had off and on girlfriends, which never mounted over more than kissing, and was looking forward to playing football for the university in Knoxville.

Then one day I was in the showers after practice, I usually stayed in the showers longer so that the other guys wouldn’t notice me sub consciously looking at them while they dressed. When my friend Daren came into the shower, he would always come into the shower once the other guys had started to filter out of the locker room and just as I was leaving the shower. Today I had decided to stay in a little while longer partly because I was tired and I hadn’t talked to Daren in a while and I figured I might as well talk to him when I had a chance.

He took the shower head three paces away and turned on the water and began to shower his body. Definitely changed since we were eight, Daren played receiver and to any one who knows football they know that receivers are tall and skinny. Daren was no exception to this standing six foot five inches and weighing one-hundred-fifty pounds of rock solid muscle he was beautiful I could feel myself blush as I looked at him. His body was perfectly tanned from spending time at the beach house our families shred in South Carolina I could feel myself getting hard and so I turned away quickly to leave the shower.

“Hey Eric,” he said as I turned to leave the shower so I turned and covered myself with my towel to hide my erection.
“What’s up buddy,” I replied realizing I was still blushing.
“Come over to my house tonight, my parents are going line dancing so we can smoke a little if you want to.”
“Sounds good I’ll be over there around eight.”
“Cool see you then.”

Going to Daren’s to Smoke weed was no big deal, hell we did it with his dad a couple of times so I wasn’t too excited about the idea.

So about eight I walked across the field between his house and mine. I saw his parents take off out the drive way as I was walking to their house and they waved and drove off down the road. On the way over I kept recalling Daren in the shower earlier that day, I knew he was attractive, but I never really understood how attractive he was especially when he was undressed, not to mention the beautiful penis between his legs at least eight inches soft hanging from a well kept bush located just below his tight stomach. The thought of it was enough to make me blow a load.

When I reached the door I went in, I hadn’t knocked since I was ten so why start at eighteen. I walked to the “stoners lounge” located in the basement of the house, which was ironically Daren’s room. I sat on the couch and watched T.V. and looked for the tray where he usually had a joint already rolled and waiting, but it wasn’t on the table where it was usually. Thinking he had hid it from his mom I sat and continued to watch television. I heard the door to his bathroom open and him walk down the hall way.

“Hey man,” he said as he sat on the couch next to me I glanced over and noticed he was only on a towel, “I’m glad you came over I needed to talk to you about something.” He paused to light the pre-rolled joint I had figured was somewhere about the house, took a drag and passed it to me. We hit it a couple of times before it was out.

“So what did you need to talk to me about?” I asked him trying not to look at his towel edge where I could now see his penis.
“Oh yeah, so do you remember when we where eight and we showed each other our junk?”
“Not really,” I said trying to play it cool, “why?”
“I just thought about it today in the showers when I saw you naked, things have certainly changed since then.”

At this point I couldn’t help myself the marijuana had made me loose my self control I had to stare at his penis and without thinking I just replied, “yeah.” This in turn drew attention to my staring and I could have sworn that he was going to hit me like he did when we were eight, but when he pulled his arm back the towel went with it. I ripped my head up and looked at him a smile across his face as to what he had just revealed.

“I’ve showed you mine now you show me yours.”

I didn’t know how to reply to the situation after all these years was this when I was going to have one of my dreams come true.
So I slid down to undo my pants and slid my pant and underwear to my knees revealing my member, which was already hard from his reveal.
“Good to see yours has gotten bigger too.” I had never really realized how big my dick really was until right then comparing his now hard dick next to mine, mine was at least two inches longer and a little more girth to it.
“So now were hard and have no girls to fuck,” he blurted out breaking my train of thought, “Oh well I guess you’ll do.”

And with that his head shot down around my cock and started sucking it, the sensation from his mouth in addition to the pot we had just smoked made everything insatiable. I wrapped my arm over his back and started to stroke his dick, which he received this by thrusting into my hand. Just like in my dreams his huge penis in and out of my hand, and his mouth moving up and down on my cock it was amazing.
He stood up and sat on my lap his penis touching mine lent over and started kissing me, he reached down holding our dicks together rubbing them as he thrusts himself on my lap. This was nothing I had ever seen in my dreams, nothing I would have ever come up with. I joined in on the thrusting as I placed my hand on his back.

“I want you in me,” I said it without thought but I wasn’t going to fight it. I wanted him in side me I have wanted that since we were eight.

Abiding in my request he went to his bathroom and returned with Vaseline. Reaching his fingers into the jar he pulled it out with a gob and slid his finger between my cheeks carefully lubing the whole then rubbed the remainder on his shaft. Carefully he lifted my legs over his shoulders and placed the head against my asshole; I was ready for this and couldn’t wait for him to put it in. Then he slid it in slowly head and shaft in slowly and then pulled back just as slowly then in a little faster this time and back again. With the next thrust it began he pounded my ass the sensation was amazing it made my stomach drop, I loved the feel of him inside. Then he reached down and started jacking me off. This made it more then I could take I felt it coming, I couldn’t help but moan as my head went back just before my orgasm, he kept going harder and harder.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” let out as my cum shot out landing on his ripped stomach. This in turn led him to his climax with a quiver of his body and a sigh of satisfaction he let my legs down stood and sat again next to me on a the couch.
“I’m glad we’ve been friends all these years man,” he said as he lit another joint.
“Me too, me too.”