Brian's recent story about his friend Josh made me think of a Josh in my own past....
When I was 15 I liked girls and all, but a certain boy had a place in the mix as well. Josh, 13, had a smooth androgynous body, dark wavy hair and a handsome young face with smoky brown eyes. We never actually did anything, but I had a very realistic dream about him.
We were naked in the shower, kneeling on the shower floor with me behind him. His head was resting on my shoulder, damp trails of his tousled hair strung along my skin, and I had my arms around his waist as I stroked and squeezed him from behind. His breath was coming in little moans and gasps as I moved my hands up his stomach and chest, then back to his crotch and down his smooth but muscular thighs. His soft panting became mingled with little grunts and the warm skin of his back heaved against my chest as he labored toward a climax. He would bite his lip and I could even hear him pause in his panting occasionally to swallow, his throat making sharp, wet sounds close to my ear. He took in a final long breath, held it for a moment and then let it out in a big 'UUNNNHHH!!!' as his body vomited his jizz all over his stomach and my hands. 'Eww,' I said in mock disgust and we both laughed. He looked up at me with those intense brown eyes.
In the next part of the dream we had switched places and he was giving me similar treatment, his strong young fingers stroking and rubbing me in just the right way. His cheek was pressed against my back and I was stroking his thighs again, then moving back to run my hands over his firm little butt when the dream ended. As I woke and the dream came back to me, I was stroking myself and thinking of Josh.