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Bible Belt Awakening

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Bible Belt Awakening by TomI now live in California, but at the time this story takes place I was living in a small country town in the middle of the "Bible Belt". That meant going to church, getting good grades, being active in sports, having a good job, getting married to some nice girl, and raising a family. That was what was expected of every young man.I did find myself attracted to girls some-what. And due to pressure and my desperation to be "normal", I forced myself to date a few girls. Most of the girls seemed to be interested in me. In fact, they said I looked a lot like Keanu Reeves. (I guess I sort of did. My mother gave me her dark Asian features, and my dad his strong German ones.) 5'10 125 lbs. Black hair, black eyes. I guess I wasn't too bad to look at. The main problem I had was with girls throwing themselves at me and my not responding. Girls wanted an explanation when you reject them for sex, and being in the "Bible Belt" in these uncomfortable situations actually worked to my advantage. I used the "no sex before we're married. I am a devoted Christian" excuse several times throughout highschool. Needless to say, I tried to date only strict Christian girls. Sex would not even be an issue with them until we were married. It made for an easy cover. Anyway, all this aside, my first experience with a guy started in my senior year of highschool. I had just gone on a date with a girl named Norma. She was the little sister to one of my best friends Nick.The day after our date,he walked up to me in the showers after a game and made some personal comments which got a laugh from the rest of the shower room. I guess in truth, most guys tease eachother about such things. But at the time, I was extremely worried about appearing to be 100% straight. I was overly-sensitive to the oridinary teasing and joking un regards to sex.My friend Nick, asked me in the showers, "How come you 'aint fuckin' no pussy with that big 'ol dick? You don't like girls or somethin'?"I was so shocked and hurt by the truth of the accusation, that I didn't know how to answer. I was barely able to speak, but when I did I managed, "She's your little sister man... I can't screw her." I felt myself blush profusely as everyone laughed. All I could think of was that he must know that I am one of those "queers".I was extremely hurt. I dumped his sister the next day, and my friendship with Nick was pretty much over. A few weeks later, I was surprised to get a call from Nick. He said he was having a party and asked if I'd like to bring some friends.Since most of us didn't drink that much, the beer went down slowly. But one beer was followed by another, and then another. The party thinned out to just 3 of us. I found that I didn't want to leave until Nick and I had made up and become friends again. I had really missed him. Before we knew it, there was only 2 of us. Nick said I could stay and help him clean up, then just crash on the couch. He and I walked into the kitchen and started cleaning up. I told him that my problem was a moral conflict. That I did want to have sex, but I felt terribly guilty about doing it outside of marriage. (I was totally lying.)Nick became unusually talkative after I'd brought up the topic of sex. "When was the last time you jacked off?" he asked."Uh...." I replied, totally shocked that he was being so personal when we were still on uneasy terms. But being just the two of us, I felt safe, and replied jokingly, "Think it was this morning in the shower.""I wish Liz (his sometime date) were here tonight. I'd grab that little bitch and shove her down on my cock," he announced. "I really need to get off."I started to get hard at the thought of someone going down on him, wishing secretly, of course, that I'd be the lucky guy who could do it."I bet she'd really give my dick a good working over. I know she's been staring at it for some time. That stupid little bitch," he said laughingly.I felt like I was being sat up for a trap. I'd learned to be very defensive if need be. I thought that if I was honest with him, he'd kick my ass and scream, "I KNEW IT! I KNEW YOU WERE A FAGGOT! You couldn't fool me." But part of me wanted so badly to confide in someone.Hesitantly, Nick said,"I'm so horny thinking about her twat..."Looking across at him, I could see Nick rubbing himself through his shorts. Now my cock was jumping through my briefs completely unrestrained. I pressedd it progressively harder against the counter as I watched Nick playing with himself.I thought about bringing up the subject of a mutual jack-off, but restrained myself. As much as I wanted this hot man, and to share one of life's most intimate acts with him, I did not want to jeopardize a friendship that I had come to depend on once again, and to risk ruining my reputation and loosing everything I worked so hard to achieve."Have you ever let a guy jack you off," he shot across the room. I froze at the question, wanting to answer and tell him how much I wanted him, but I said weakly, "No, of course not. I know that everyone thinks about all aspects of sex, but that's never really crossed my mind. If I need it bad enough I'll do it myself or let someone blow me."I was totally uncomfortable, so I tried to ignore Nick's subtle invitation to get him off."Come on, guy," he insisted. "There's nothing wrong with two friends giving each other a helping hand."Although I was scared as hell where it might lead, I moved over to his side and sat in one of the chairs. That was all I was going to do. I was not going to take the first step, no way no how.He reached over and placed my hand in the middle of his waiting basket. He moaned and started a slow, thrusting motion that indicated approval.The feel of that rock hard cock through his shorts filled me with incredible desire. My own dick was as hard as I can ever remember it getting. The head was dripping pre-cum and making my dick extremely sensitive.Still playing straight, I jerked my hand back and yelled, "What the fuck are you doing?"Scared he moved back and said, "I was testing you. I was seeing if you were a faggot or not. Everyone thinks you are. You aren't hiding it very well." He muttered as he slumped into a chair.But I could tell by his expression that he was scared as hell that I'd tell someone what he did. I got up out of my chair and sat on the floor closer to his crotch. I put my head between his legs, rubbing the stubble on my face against the inside of his hairy thighs.That obviously turned him on again. He grabbed me by the back of the head and pushed my face into his basket. I could feel his sweaty cock pressing against my face through his thin denim shorts, threatening to bust the zipper. I unzipped his fly, and I put my mouth over his long, cloth-covered shaft and started making motions with my mouth.Now his head was leaning over the back of his chair and I could tell he was on the verge of cumming. My first major clue ws when he froze for an instant, then let out a low, gutteral moan. Then he made me stop. He recovered, and I continued. I could feel the wet spot forming alongside the slot in his shorts.Although it was dark in the kitchen, I could feel that wet spot growing in size and circumference. He was leaking like crazy. Almost as though he'd pissed himself. His pre-cum tasted like sweet toasted almonds. I moved my hand up his thigh and pulled his dick head through the side of his underwear. His pink head and about an inch of his shaft stuck out. I eagerly sucked it in and sucked it as far back as I could. My nose was in the crevice between his leg and crotch and my chin rested on his left nut. He didn't smell too bad. I stood up and he took his shorts and underwear off to reveal a curved 7 inch cock with relatively small balls that were snug against his shaft. But it was beautiful! I sucked his cock hard and long and tickled the tip with my tounge. I tugged on his nuts with one hand and probed his ass with the other. The whole time I was rubbing my hard dick still confined in my jeans on his leg and leaving a rather large trail of pre-cum behind in the hairs of his leg.After a few HARD sucks like I was trying to get malt through a straw, he emptied his load deep into my throat. I kept sucking and swallowing his cum and when he began to go soft I still wouldn't let go. His cock was sensitive and he was wiggling over the seat trying to break free of my lips. But every time he tried to withdraw his cock, I'd bite down on it.I sucked him to another erection, and another slow ejaculation. He had no energy left at all, and couldn't put up much of a fight.He sank into a full-rest position and let out a, "Oh god, that felt good." I was so hot. I had to unload everything or else my nuts were going to bust. It took Nick only three strokes of the lump in my pants, and one hot gush after another filled them with what had been an all-day buildup of cum. They were soaked.Now I was terrified. I had just sucked my best friend off with my mouth twice and had swallowed part of the load that he shot. I knew full well it could mean the end of our friendship.He would call me a fag in the morning, and reject me in the same way I had immagined. I was totally ashamed of myself! I had let my lust and passion interfere with one of best friends I ever had. I started to leave."I've been wanting you to do that for a long time," he said. "That was hot, and it sure doesn't mean we're queers. It's just a matter of two friends getting each other off," he said emphatically."Yeah, I guess you're right," I replied. "Since there are no girls around, we gotta do something to get ourselves off."I never did anything with Nick again. I moved to California that summer. I still call him on occasion, but we never have even spoke of that night since then. I sure wouldn't mind doing it again.