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Tim and Me

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Tim and Me by BillHi. My name is Bill. I'm in my mid-thirties, and my sex life has been sparse, at best. For several years I've been thinking that the problem might be that I just couldn't find the right sex partner. Now, I'm pretty sure the trouble was not with finding the right sex partner, but rather with choosing the right sex. I don't know that I would consider myself gay, but the following story was definitely the best sex of my life. In college I had a roommate named Tim. He was a few years older than I was, and it was he who had made the effort to arrange our rooming together for one year before he graduated. We got along well, but there was no physical attraction between us that I was aware of. I dated a girl for a few months, but other than that our relationships with other people were Platonic. After graduation, Tim moved out West. I eventually got a postgraduate degree and also moved to another part of the West quite distant from Tim. We kept in contact over the years, mostly throu gh an occasional letter. When I finally decided that I wanted to investigate the male side of a physical relationship, I instantly thought of Tim. Like me, he had remained single over the years, never mentioning a companion or partner in any of his letter. Since our friendship had persisted for nearly 15 years, I thought there might be a chance that it could go further. I had visited his part of the country several times, but had never stopped by even though he had invited me to do so a couple of times. Last year I finally called to ask him if I could visit for a week around the Labor Day weekend. He was surprised to hear from me, and was extremely enthusiastic about having me visit. We both like to hike, and he said he knew a lot of great places not on the maps that would be better than anything I had seen or done on my previous visits. If nothing happened between us, I thought, I would still have a great vacation in a part of the country that I've come to enjoy very much. When I got to Tim's place I saw that like me he ha d kept himself in good physical condition. We both looked older, after all, it was over a decade since we last saw each other, but it was obvious that he was interested in keeping his body looking its best. He gave me a warm hug and I told him I really should have stopped by a long time ago. He agreed and said, "We'll just have to make up for lost time now that you're finally here." The week he had planned started to go by quickly. We talked, hiked, ate and caught up on all that had happened since we had last seen each other. He wasn't kidding about the great hikes. He knew some really wonderful places outdoors to get away to for a few hours or a whole day. Tim obviously enjoyed sharing them with me, and I was genuinely enthusiastic about seeing them. The weather was perfect, and we were both having a good time. In about the middle of the week we were having a late lunch back at Tim's place after a morning hike to one of the nearby canyons. We were talking about what we expect ed to be doing in the fu ture, and I asked him if he ever planned to get married. He said he didn't think marriage was for him, and asked me the same question. I told him that things just didn't seem to be working out with anyone, but that that I remained open to the possibility. "Living single isn't all that bad, you know?" I said. He nodded and smiled in unstated agreement. We ate in silence for about a minute and I could tell Tim was mulling some thread of our last conversation. He avoided eye contact and took several deep breaths. I thought I had hit a sensitive spot and was about ready to apologize for bringing up the subject. Before I could say anything, though, Tim took another deep breath and said, "Listen, Bill, I've got something to tell you that I've never shared with anyone else before this moment. I'm gay. That's the reason I'm not married." Although he blushed when he told me this, he looked directly in my eyes. I said, "I thought you might be, and it's cool with me. Don't worry, I won't tell another soul. In fa ct, the possibility that you might be was one of the reasons I finally decided to visit." "Really, how's that?" he asked. Now it was my turn to be embarrassed. Just as he had been honest in telling me he was gay, I did the same when I told him that I was thinking I would like to explore the physical sexuality of another man. These were extremely difficult words to say, but it really felt right being open this way with Tim. When I finished, Tim started to laugh, which really helped lighten the mood at the table. "Bill," he said, "this is so ironic. I have always found you attractive, though, when we roomed together in college I didn't consider myself homosexual. I was in my mid-twenties before I was able to accept that side of myself. Seeing you after all these years makes me realize that the initial attraction was indeed sexual. I still think you're one hell of a good looking man and I would love to play with your body more than anything else in the world. I can't help but laugh since I've been fa ntasizing about you for years but you're the one to actually bring up the subject." I really didn't know what to say at this point. All that I was hoping for on this trip was coming true and I was tongue-tied. We just looked in each other's eyes until Tim leaned across the table and kissed me softly on the lips. "What did you have in mind?" he asked. It was the first time I have ever been kissed by a man. Tim had several days of beard stubble and it felt nice as he pressed his lips to mine. "I'm not sure," I said. "What would you like to do?" Tim was ready with an answer. He said he loved to masturbate, and that he had gotten pretty good at it after being without a partner all these years. It was totally safe he said, and thought it would be a great way to get to know each other better. I told him that I also enjoyed jacking off and liked the idea of doing something I was familiar with. "When do you want to do it?" he asked. Now it was my turn to take the lead. "How about right now," I said Tim smiled big and said, "Sounds good to me. I think I need a shower first. Care to join me." "Absolutely," I said. "Great. Let me help you get undressed," he said and gave me another kiss. This one was definitely more passionate. We went to my bedroom and he started to undress me. I know I have grown more body hair since he last saw me. My legs, which were nearly hairless in college, now had a good growth of brown hair. My chest and abdomen also have hair to match. When he lifted off my shirt he immediately smiled and said, "I see you look like a man now. I like that." He gently ran his fingers through the hair on my torso as he said this and kissed and licked my nipples. I was nearly breathless with the sensation of his fingers, lips, and tongue on my skin. I lifted off his shirt and saw that he too had more hair on his chest than in college, though not as much as me. There was muscle tone in his pectoral and abdominal muscles, and I was once again glad he had decided to keep himself in shap e. Even though I was really nervous, I could feel that my cock was already fully erect. I glanced down at Tim's crotch and saw that it was bulging too. I took off his shoes and socks and then undid his shorts, kissing around his navel. I lowered his shorts to his ankles and he stepped out of them. I put my hands around him and under the waistband of his briefs to feel his ass cheeks. I softly kneaded them before moving on. Slowly I peeled his underwear down his thighs as I moved my hands around to his pubic region. With my hands still in his briefs I unhooked his erection from the waistband and lowered them to his ankles, kissing his inner thighs and legs on the way down. When I got the underwear to his ankles I looked up. Tim was watching me and smiling. "I think this is going to be nice," he said as he stepped out of them. While Tim and I were roommates, I had never seen him completely naked, let alone with an erection. Seeing him like this made me realize how much better the male body looks complet ely nude. Hair patterns on the chest and legs are sometimes unattractive when seen in isolation, such as with shorts or swimming trunks. When put together with the person's pubic hair, though, the different patterns always seem to work. There's a continuity of body hair that wraps around the naked body and makes it look complete. Tim's body hair was no exception. It formed an uninterrupted pattern from his head to his feet that made my attraction to him even stronger. I had to agree with Tim that this was indeed looking good. Tim then finished undressing me. He kissed and licked his way around and down my lower torso, including nuzzling my penis and balls. I thought I must be pretty musty down there, but he didn't seem to mind. The feeling of his warm, humid breath on my genitals was ecstasy. I began to think he might have done this before, but he said he hadn't when I asked. I told him he was doing a damn good job of making it up as he went along. We got into the shower and co mmenced washing each oth er's body. At first the steamy environment was full our body orders from the hike, but this gave way to the fresh smell of soap as we continued to get clean. We laughed as we tickled, kissed, and massaged each other like adolescents finding sex for the first time. Both of our cock's fluctuated between full erection and semi-soft as we played around under the shower spray. I washed Tim's back and slowly worked my hands down once again to his ass. The cheeks had some hair on them that danced around in the stream of water running over his body. I lathered up his cheeks real good and parted them to wash his hole. Both of our cocks went completely stiff as I did this. Standing behind him as I massaged his anus with my sudsy hands, I could feel the longer hairs around the opening. While I am well aware of male anatomy from exploring my own body, feeling this part of another man's body felt extremely intimate and very special. Tim must have agreed. He closed his eyes and moaned, and then tu rned around and gave me a kiss while slipping his own hands to the same place on me. As he did, our cocks touched for the first time and we both started to grind our hips to get some friction going. It started to feel really good, but I had to laugh when I looked down and saw our two fleshy swords dueling in the steamy shower. Tim laughed too and suggested that we dry off and go to his room. Once on his bed, we started to get serious, at least in terms of giving each other pleasure. While we started off kissing, licking, and touching each other's body all over, we soon started concentrating on the genitals. We ended up laying in a position that would easily have lent itself to sixty-nining. While this was tempting, I found I was having trouble concentrating on getting so much pleasure while also trying to give it. Besides, I remembered Tim saying that he wanted to keep this safe. I asked him if it would be all right if I just worked on him until he had his orgasm. He readily agreed. I started to softl y touch his penis with m y fingertips and saw and felt it grow to full attention. Our erections looked a lot alike. We are both about six inches long. His curves a little to the right, but mine is ramrod straight. Like me he is circumcised, though the skin around his shaft is still loose enough to pull up and almost cover the head. His scrotum is hairier than mine, but even after our hot shower, his balls had pulled up tight against the base of his penis. I licked and kissed his cock and balls and blew lots of warm air around them, remembering how good that had felt. I dry masturbated him, slowly working the skin around the shaft up and down over the head in a slow, steady rhythm. Tim was starting to breathe more heavily, and I knew that he had begun his ascent towards orgasm. Not wanting to rush things I decided to show Tim his penis at its best. "Watch this," I said. On the upper side of his penis near his pubic hair I found the main vein where most of the blood leaves the penis. I pushed in firmly. Th en as I feather touched his erection with my fingertips it began to swell even bigger. The head became fully engorged and turned a deep purplish red. Blood vessels stood out all along the shaft. The skin was stretched tight and it looked like it would explode. From doing this to my own penis I knew that this is more a visual treat than a physical sensation. Tim's reaction was priceless. "Whoa, look at me, man!" he exclaimed. Indeed, I could do nothing else. It was really quite a sight to see his rod look this big and potent. Tim brought his own hands down to his penis to feel the bulging organ. He said, "I sometimes get like this right before I come, but never this early in the build up, and never for so long." I couldn't help laughing a little at seeing Tim's reaction to his own penis. At the time I also felt closer to Tim than I have ever felt to another human being. The joy I felt in giving anther man the simple pleasure of seeing his penis like this is indescribable. While it would have been easy to keep Tim's erection i n this gigantic state, I had other things I still wanted to do. I grabbed firmly around the lower base of his cock and began to move the skin up and down in a vibrating manner. I didn't pull the skin over the head like I had been doing before, but just up and down real fast on the lower shaft. I've found that this is a slower way to work towards orgasm, but it really builds up a lot of semen and allows better control before you go off. When you actually do come after doing this, it's almost like a supernova explosion of pleasure. I could tell that Tim really liked this as he started to grunt and groan between his rapid breaths. I told him that if he feels like he's getting close to tell me to stop because there was still one more thing that I wanted to do. He was trying to lie still and just let me work on him, but would frequently interrupt my hand with an involuntary thrust of this pelvis. After several minutes he said, "OK, I'm almost there." "Great," I said, "Do you have some lube I can use?" He rea ched over on his nightstand and got a jar labeled Albolene. "What's this?" I asked. "The best lube in the world," he said. He wasn't kidding. The container says it's a liquefying cleanser, whatever that means. Its consistency out of the jar is about that of butter, but it liquefies on contact with skin. After a few strokes on a hot cock it is perfectly slippery but not runny or greasy. It clings to both a penis and hands in a way that lets the user grip hard, but still slip his cock easily in and out of a tight fist. I took a small amount out and placed it on the head of Tim's cock. "You'll like this," I said and started to rub the lubrication over his bulging head. He started to moan almost instantly. I moved the palms of my hands in opposite directions over his cock head and then switched to enclosing his head with just one hand and spinning it around back and forth, like a washing machine agitator. He shuddered and let his breath pass through his teeth in long slow st utter. His inward breath was also long and jagged and I knew he must have been going wild with pleasure. I lubed up the entire length of his pole and started to move my fists up and down in unison. At first I gripped softly and moved slowly, but I steadily increased the pressure around his cock and the speed of my fists. He started thrusting into my fists, and I could feel his cock head grow even bigger in my hands as he approached orgasm. From my own experience I knew he wouldn't be able to last much longer. He started panting heavily and said, "Harder, grip harder." I obliged and clamped down hard as we both continued to pump. He was on his back and I was kneeling between his wide-spread legs, holding his cock nearly perpendicular to his body. His hands were behind his head and I had a great view of his body as it approached sexual climax. He erupted a few seconds later. The first shot went up in the air and landed by his neck. The next one landed on his belly and then the others just oozed down around my fingers and into his pu bic hair. He stopped pumping and so did I as warm semen continued to spill from his cock. His eyes were closed and his knees came up tight around me. I could tell he was having a great orgasm and I made small movements with my hands around his penis to keep it going for as long as possible. The steamy smell of mushrooms rose from his just-released sperm as Tim lay on his back gently panting after his spastic release. He drew a deep breath, slowly opened his eyes, and smiled. "Wow, that was good!" he said. "I've never felt anything like it in my life." I knew he was telling the truth. My own experience is that I quickly lose interest after coming, and thought the same would probably be true for Tim. Even though my penis had stayed hard as a rock in anticipation while I played with Tim's, I didn't know whether he would still want to help get me off after what I knew had been a brain rattling orgasm for him. I reached for a towel that he had brought with him from our shower and start ed to wipe up his jism. He just lay there, obviously enjoying the glow. Although I intensely wanted to start beating my own meat, I quietly asked if he still felt like doing me. He rolled over, sat up, gave me a tender wet kiss and said, "Absolutely." Now I thought my own masturbation techniques were pretty good after flying solo for so many years, but found that I still had plenty to learn from Tim. We trade places. I sat back on some pillows so I could watch. Tim went straight for my cock, not bothering with the rest of my body, which was OK by me as I was aching to come. Pre-come had been spilling out the tip of my penis and was oozing down the underside of my shaft. Tim rubbed this natural lubricant around on my mushroom with one hand as he sat beside me caressing the length of my rigid shaft with the other. "I like the way your cock looks," he said as he continued to massage me. "It's OK," I said. "You're really making it feel special right now." He ran his fingers around in my pubic hair and played with the hair on my scrotum. My penis was anxious for him to give it his undivided attention again, but Tim continued to explore the rest of my groin instead. He tickled the hairs on the inside of my thighs and probed teasingly at the very base of my penis and around the sides of my balls. I could see my cock pulsate with every beat of my heart, and wondered when he would get back to it. At the same time I was feeling my loins come alive in a way I had never experienced. He then brought his face down to my genitals and began to lick and kiss the same areas he had been stimulating with his fingers. I spread my legs wide to make it easier for him to travel around. He climbed between my legs and my entire groin heated up with his breath and saliva. I caressed his head and shoulders as he teased my genital region to a higher plateau of pleasure than I had ever experienced. Just when I thought I couldn't take it any longer, he started breathing on my erection and gently touching it with his fingertips. He pushed on the base of m y hard-on, which made it even bigger and made the veins stick out prominently. I told Tim that I really wanted to come badly, and he said, "Pass me the lube." I handed him the jar and he applied a small amount to my cock and worked it over the surface. I thought he would pump me the way I had him, but he wasn't quite ready for that yet. Instead he just started sliding his fingertips all over my cock's surface. Nothing very hard, just constant random motion around the head and down the shaft. He then started concentrating on the underside of the head, especially the area just below the hole. He was well aware how sensitive these places are on the male body. I closed my eyes and started to breathe hard as I felt my ejaculation build inside me. Tim took note and eased off. He moved to just caressing the less sensitive lower part of my penis and stopped entirely when my penis made some spastic contractions. It felt almost like an orgasm but no juice came out. "What was that?" I ask ed breathlessly. "I call those mini-orgasms," he replied. "Aren't they great?" "ABSOLUTELY!" I exclaimed. "I haven't come yet but my cock feels like it's already had an orgasm." "You can sometimes get them if you haven't come for several days and work up slowly," he said. I hadn't beat off since just before leaving for this trip, and I guess I was primed for the experience. Even though it wasn't as intense as a full orgasm, the spasms were involuntary just like when I come, and the pleasure was a nice prelude to what I hoped would soon occur. He said, "Here's another good feeling." With that he wrapped one slippery hand around the shaft and head of my penis with only the hole and very tip sticking out. He then took his other hand and very rapidly rubbed the top of his fist making contact with only the very last few millimeters of my cock as he did so. As he gently gripped my lower penis and rubbed rapidly on its tip, I once again flew away in a wave of pleasure I had never known. "Stop. Sto p!" I said shortly. "Tha t's just too much. It feels great but tickles like hell." He stopped and laughed. "Yeah, I know," he said. "I don't think any cock can take that very long. Bet you never thought your dick would feel like that, though." I told him that he really knew how to handle a hard cock and that my penis had never been treated so well in all my life. After a little more light stimulation, he finally asked, "Well, Bill, how would you like to come?" Interesting question, I thought. Remembering how stimulating it was to watch him come on himself I said I would also like coming on his chest and belly. "You got it," he said. He rolled onto his back with his head on the pillows to watch. I got on my knees and straddled his pelvis. He encircled my hard-on, which was screaming to come, with both his slippery fists and propped his elbows on the bed. When he started to grip on my cock I started thrusting in and out of the slick tunnel he'd created. I pumped slowly at first because I knew I woul dn't last long. Tim didn 't move his fists, letting me control my own tempo. I would pull out nice and slow so the underside of my cock head would get the maximum stimulation from undulations of his fingers. Just before my penis slipped completely out I would slam back inside. I was breathing fast and grunting with each thrust. After several strokes like this I rested inside Tim's grip. I was absorbed in the sensation of having my cock completely surrounded in this tight passageway. As I paused, Tim ever so slightly started to pulsate his grip around my dick, slowly at first, then harder and faster. I knew this throbbing rhythm would take me over the edge and so I just held still, waiting for the impending inevitability. "Yeah, that's it, Tim, keep going," I coaxed. Finally I could feel my prostate ready to explode and told Tim I was ready to blow. He squeezed tight and pointed my cock down toward his chest. I held back as long as I could, but soon commenced with a massive orgasm. I pumped my hips spasticall y a few times feeling th e powerful jets of semen leave my body in a continuous surge of bliss. I didn't close my eyes and watched as I spewed sperm all over Tim's chest and neck. Because of the large amount of juice I was ejaculating, the orgasm went on and on. I started to feel weak and slumped down, feeling Tim's erection fit into the cleft between my ass cheeks. Tim brought his knees up and I reclined backward and watched sperm continue to flow from my cock. After the first few really hard blasts, a lot more semen shot out in softer bursts. Tim's hands were covered with my oozing white juice and it was falling in large globs on his abdomen. The sweet male scent of a freshly ejaculated sperm once again filled the air. My jagged gasps for breath began to even out, and I felt engulfed in a sea of ecstasy. From the look on Tim's face, he was sharing fully in my delight. After I was done coming, Tim continued to hold onto my erection. His grip wasn't as tight, but it felt good. I stayed erect for several m ore minutes as I massage d my semen around on his chest. Even as I started to go soft he still hung on, showing me, I think, just how much he liked my cock. It was a real ego trip. Finally he released me as I lay down on top of him. My wet sperm was still warm, and it felt nice sandwiched between us. We kissed for a long time until I reached for the towel to wipe us off. As I was doing so I looked down at Tim's erection and asked if he wanted me to do him again. "It sounds tempting," he said, "But I think we should wait and do it again tomorrow, don't you?" I smiled the biggest grin imaginable and said, "Absolutely." Tim and I jerked each other off every day for the remainder of my trip. I don't think we even gave a thought to moving beyond masturbation. Each time was as good as the first, and we came up with more ways for a hand to stimulate a penis than I ever thought possible. I continue to be impressed at how natural it all felt. We continued to enjoy our hiking while at the same time discove ring each other sexually There was no guilt or inhibition, and each encounter was a new adventure. I can't say that I consider myself gay, even after this great experience. If the right woman came along, I would be more than willing to participate in sexual exploration the way Tim and I did. I am so thankful, though, that I finally had the nerve to take this trip and to be honest with Tim about what I wanted to do. The opportunity to explore another human body in the loving, open, and erotic manner that I experienced with Tim will always be a high point of my life. We are already making plans to repeat it.