When you're young and dumb and full of cum - which is an apt description of Graeme and I on the night we played strip poker:smile: - then you're almost always (whether asleep or awake) liable to sport an erection in the blink of an eye. If you're at this stage in life and virtually marooned in a remote place with no female company available, then you naturally bond with other single guys as you seek companionship and some sense that you still exist.
Sex is not necessarily part of these friendships, but on occasion you feel so close to each other that some physical interaction is inevitable, especially on a warm night when you're full of booze and not wearing much in the way of clothing and you've gone months with only your trusty wanking hand as a partner:wink:.
We never got around to playing any more poker. Graeme suddenly went a bit quiet and then grew emotional, talking about how much he missed his girlfriend and how much life sucked in general. Without thinking much about it - as an instinctive reaction - I moved to sit beside him on the lower bunk and put my arm around him.
Hugs are a comfort thing and I could see that Graeme was in need of comfort. It might seem that I was planning to take advantage of him while he was vulnerable, but the reality was that I now wanted simply to cheer him up or console him.
When his head hit my shoulder, and once the tears had stopped flowing, my arm felt incredibly heavy to me as it rested on him. An eternity seemed to pass and I began to think he might have fallen asleep. I went to remove my arm with the intention of getting him to lie down and sleep it off.
By then my plan was to wait till I was sure he was asleep and then go home to my own room. I envisaged us pretending henceforward that the raunchy game had never occurred
. Indeed, I thought it likely he would not remember much the next day anyway.
But Graeme was not asleep. His hand came up to stop my arm withdrawing. Then he lifted his head and we stared into each other's eyes - his still a bit tearful and mine full of concern and (yes, I'll admit it) renewed interest in the possibilities of this situation:wink:.
I can't recall how our lips came to meet and I have no recollection of undresssing myself, but I DO remember pulling his shorts off and I vividly recall the first sight of his young uncut cock and the sizeable ballbag that accompanied it. He was not fully erect, his foreskin had not completely retracted from the head of his cock, and there was a glistening teardrop in the eye of his dick:biggrin1:.
We lay down together and held each other close for the longest time. We could feel each other's cocks swelling and pressing against bellies and thighs, and our tongues continually thrust together:tongue:.
Then, tentatively, I reached down between us and began to fondle his cock and balls. There was no protest from Graeme so I slid down and gently licked away the pre-cum flowing there. As I took it into my mouth, his dick swelled fully. It was a thick and weighty weapon, around 7" long.
After a while I turned my attention to his balls, taking them into my mouth one at a time and giving each a thorough bath of saliva. When I moved back to his cock, Graeme moaned and suddenly errupted into my mouth as he firmly grabbed my head:biggrin1:.
I'd never swallowed before, but I did that night. It seemed an endless flow and I was surprised (and excited) by the way his cum hit the back of my throat like soft bullets. I was also surprised at the taste - not really so salty, more a thick sort of creamy taste with a mix of the sweet and the sour.
Graeme's cock remained semi-erect as I finished my ministrations with one last flick of the tongue. I was thinking: "Well, that's it. He'll fall asleep now and I'll go back to my room and jerk off while thinking about what has happened."
I moved up to lie beside him. To my surprise he kissed me and cracked a joke about how his own cum tasted on my tongue. He then moved down and began to pay attention to MY equipment:tongue:.
(To be continued if you want. And - PS: It's a true story. It really happened. I admit, however, that hindsight is leading me to give it the old rose-tinted spectacles treatment!)
Sex is not necessarily part of these friendships, but on occasion you feel so close to each other that some physical interaction is inevitable, especially on a warm night when you're full of booze and not wearing much in the way of clothing and you've gone months with only your trusty wanking hand as a partner:wink:.
We never got around to playing any more poker. Graeme suddenly went a bit quiet and then grew emotional, talking about how much he missed his girlfriend and how much life sucked in general. Without thinking much about it - as an instinctive reaction - I moved to sit beside him on the lower bunk and put my arm around him.
Hugs are a comfort thing and I could see that Graeme was in need of comfort. It might seem that I was planning to take advantage of him while he was vulnerable, but the reality was that I now wanted simply to cheer him up or console him.
When his head hit my shoulder, and once the tears had stopped flowing, my arm felt incredibly heavy to me as it rested on him. An eternity seemed to pass and I began to think he might have fallen asleep. I went to remove my arm with the intention of getting him to lie down and sleep it off.
By then my plan was to wait till I was sure he was asleep and then go home to my own room. I envisaged us pretending henceforward that the raunchy game had never occurred
But Graeme was not asleep. His hand came up to stop my arm withdrawing. Then he lifted his head and we stared into each other's eyes - his still a bit tearful and mine full of concern and (yes, I'll admit it) renewed interest in the possibilities of this situation:wink:.
I can't recall how our lips came to meet and I have no recollection of undresssing myself, but I DO remember pulling his shorts off and I vividly recall the first sight of his young uncut cock and the sizeable ballbag that accompanied it. He was not fully erect, his foreskin had not completely retracted from the head of his cock, and there was a glistening teardrop in the eye of his dick:biggrin1:.
We lay down together and held each other close for the longest time. We could feel each other's cocks swelling and pressing against bellies and thighs, and our tongues continually thrust together:tongue:.
Then, tentatively, I reached down between us and began to fondle his cock and balls. There was no protest from Graeme so I slid down and gently licked away the pre-cum flowing there. As I took it into my mouth, his dick swelled fully. It was a thick and weighty weapon, around 7" long.
After a while I turned my attention to his balls, taking them into my mouth one at a time and giving each a thorough bath of saliva. When I moved back to his cock, Graeme moaned and suddenly errupted into my mouth as he firmly grabbed my head:biggrin1:.
I'd never swallowed before, but I did that night. It seemed an endless flow and I was surprised (and excited) by the way his cum hit the back of my throat like soft bullets. I was also surprised at the taste - not really so salty, more a thick sort of creamy taste with a mix of the sweet and the sour.
Graeme's cock remained semi-erect as I finished my ministrations with one last flick of the tongue. I was thinking: "Well, that's it. He'll fall asleep now and I'll go back to my room and jerk off while thinking about what has happened."
I moved up to lie beside him. To my surprise he kissed me and cracked a joke about how his own cum tasted on my tongue. He then moved down and began to pay attention to MY equipment:tongue:.
(To be continued if you want. And - PS: It's a true story. It really happened. I admit, however, that hindsight is leading me to give it the old rose-tinted spectacles treatment!)