Finally, he was mine.In the sixth grade I transferred to another school and was facedwith the usual problems of adjusting to new courses and teachersand with trying to decide who of my new classmates I would like toget to know better.  Even at age 10 I realised that I found no attractionfor girls, and that I held an unusual "admiration" for those boysthat seemed to stand out in my mind above the rest.  It was at theend of my first week at school that I met Bobby.  We were alwaysfriendly with one another but never close friends.  That was in thesixth grade.As elementary school passed into junior high, and that in turn becamethose final four years, things changed.  By the eleventh grade Bobbyand I had somewhere along the way fallen into the same circle offriends.  For some reason, none of us dated with any kind of frequency.Actually, they were the ones that seldom dated.  I NEVER saw theneed for any sort of female companionship.  Over the years of juniorhigh, my sexual awareness and male oriented desires rapidly developed.By the eleventh grade, I was pretty well experienced in most formsof man loving activity.  I guess I was pretty lucky, as I never trulyexperienced any sort of painful or guilt-ridden "coming-out" period.For me, being gay was as natural as the development of my musclesand the sprouting of thick, soft hair under my arms and around thematuring dick I jacked-off so frequently.  All through that periodof growth also evolved an almost obsessive goal to one day takeBobby to bed.  As our junior year progressed, I began to see a strongpossibility of getting what I wanted.Our friendship grew very close to the point of often excluding ourother friends from our Friday and Saturday nights of party filledmischief.  It wasn't uncommon for us to spend those nights togetherat one or the other's house, so of course I had ample opportunityto see him naked, often.  In fact, he really didn't care too muchfor clothing, choosing to spend any reasonably safe time either aloneor with me in nothing but his underwear if even that.  God, was heever hot: a boyishly handsome face with piercing deep brown eyes,thick dark hair, and that "all round athlete" type body that wasperfectly muscled.  But the ace of the whole package was his legsand the cock that hung between them.  Strong, high arched feet supporteda pair of super-defined thickly formed calves and thighs.  If youever watch pro soccer then you get the idea.  We used to talk allthrough the night and at first I actively contributed to the conversationbut would soon find myself looking up and down his legs, from thefeet slowly upward along the inside of his hairy legs, taking inevery detail of them, feeling my heart beat faster and my temperatureincrease.  As he would be rambling on and on about who knows whatin a stoned or drunken haze, my eyes and imagination would be lickingthe tops of his inner thighs, visualising my hands brushing backand forth through the extra thick hair that was there cushioninghis free swinging sack of balls and that dick he loved to show off.In the beginning, I don't think he realised that I would be sittingor lying around near him getting hornier and hornier, always havingto devise some way to at least try to conceal my inevitable hard-on.Hell, he saw us as just best friends, nothing implied by these longfucked-up nights and nude caucuses.  We could talk to each otherabout anything and sex was often a popular topic.  There was alwaysthe juvenile mentions of this girl or that girl and that one's boobsand this one's pussy.  He would talk and describe; I would occasionallyvoice a token comment or two, but my real conversation wasn't withregards to what he was saying.....I was talking to the prettiestcrotch in the world and patiently waiting for his thick hunk of dickto respond.  And he never caught on.....at first.One Saturday night near Christmas of that year we had gone home tohis house after a long night of partying.  We were pretty fuckedup, but much more high than drunk.  After a while of talking, listeningto music and whatnot, we decided to watch television, and that alwaysmeant getting in bed and soon passing out.  Naked as usual, we climbedin and started looking for something to watch.  Nothing.  A reallyboring night on the tube.  I was feeling pretty grungy after hoursof partying, so I got up saying that I was going to go take a shower.I think that I really planned to beat off, but the steam coming fromthe hot water started feeling so good that I jumped on in and startedlathering up.  I pointed the nozzle away so I could get my crotchreally soapy and slick.  So there I was, yanking on my growing meatwith one hand and playing with my perked-tits with the other whenBobby came barging in (I forgot that he wasn't too drunk and thenremembered how high and horny he seemed).  Over the water I heardhim saying that a shower didn't sound like a bad idea at all andwould I please hurry up.  What I couldn't see through the hot mistand shower door was his cock, hard and rude, being firmly massagedwith his hand.  I quickly shut off the water, praying that my ownerection would subside enough to not lash out at him when I had toreach for the towel.  When I opened the shower door, I saw Bobbywith his big legs spread wide, one foot propped-up on the seat ofthe toilet, the other on the floor, and the best hard-on I had everseen him come up with oozing big thick strands of juice that slowlydripped from his pisser, down his thighs, and onto the floor.  Hewas just standing there, staring with a horny lust-filled look thatI had only hoped ever to see.  Watching him slowly pump the pre-liminary jizz from his bulging rod, I either forgot or gave up onany pretense of hiding my own cocked-toy."You look about like I feel," he said, increasing his hold and hisstroking.  "Why don't you come on out of the shower and see if wecan't `talk' about a few more things, like all the things we've neverlet our dick's say to each other; I mean, mine's been wanting totalk to your's for almost as long as your's has mine."That son of a bitch.....for how long he had wanted the same thingthat I did, I really don't know....but I sure as hell didn't care.He insisted on helping me out of the shower by grabbing me at thebase of my cock, his rough hand encircling my shaft and balls.I was pulled out of the shower and into that heaven, touching hissweaty, strong scented body, landing right between his legs, hardhorny crotch to hard horny crotch.  For a minute, we just stood thereMessage #5To: allSubject: Part IInot hesitating, just magnifying each other's apparent months andyears of yearning and lust.  And then it really started.I felt his arms starting to reach around and engulf me.  I didn'twaste a minute in doing the same.  My lips moved on to meet his.We kissed hard and wet, letting our tongues eat each other out,going in and out of our mouths, pulling back a little to see ourmouth cocks momentarily hold onto our hot spit before letting itslowly drip down our chins and roll slowly down our bodies and startwetting-up our already sticky crotches.  We pumped our pelvises asfar and as hard into each other as we could.  I pulled my mouth awayfrom his, aiming towards his armpits.  I couldn't wait to finallyreally smell and taste Bobby after a long day of "jocking around"and partying out.  That scent made my cock grow so fucking big Ithought I would soon explode...but I had to hold it back.  I wasn'tgoing to waste any of this first time.  We wrestled and tugged withevery part of our bodies as possible, finally falling to the floorof the bathroom.  My head moved on to his tits and I sucked themlike no other starving baby could.  I let my thick spit pool-upon his chest and then smeared it all over his chest and stomach,eating out his belly's tight hole.  I felt his throbbing hunk ofmeat pulsing under my chest and throat.  I was humping the hell outof the tile floor.  As I moved on to my payoff, he swung himselfaround and started tounging the tip of my dick, drinking as muchof the hot dripping prespunk as he could get.  I pushed my mouthdown hard on his cock, making it go in down to the hilt so I couldsmell his heated crotch, just like I had fantasized for years.  Hebucked and bucked his meat in and out of my throat and then pulledit out, commanding me to eat his balls, to get them wet and slimy,to suck them till they turned blue.  I did.  All the while he wasgetting hotter and faster with my piece of meat.  He ate the pissslit like I had only imagined it could be done.  His tongue and lipsfucked that little hole, making the hottest mix of jizz and pissto come spewing out at erratic intervals, infrequency turning tosteady streaming.  We were both getting so fucking hot.  Closer andcloser to coming.  Our bodies were bucking and pumping each otherin every part and hole possible.  Faster and faster our breathingwas coming.  Our bodies were convulsing in sex tensed spasms.  Iknew it and he knew it that IT, everything we were "shooting for"was about to do just that.  In the strongest hold and the hottestlip fucking kiss that either of us had ever dreamed of, we both shotour loads, cords and strands of hot stinking cumm, reeking of allthe lust filled time we had been friends.  We showered in each other'ssticky sperm, trying to lick and eat everything that we could lapup.  We sucked and tongued to get the last drops that could be had,slowing our pace little by little until we were just grinding intoeach other slowly, now and again, but each holding the other as tightas we could.  With the sound of Bobby's hot heavy panting I finallylet my head come to rest on the upper inner part of his hunky thigh.With my arms holding his chest tightly, the ether of his sex soakeddick and balls put me to sleep.  I remember dreaming that I hopedto never wake up, but if I did, let this be a never ending way oflife for the two of us.  That was fifteen years ago, and Bobby andI still find the time, even in the hectic life of an adult to dothis same sort of thing at least four times a week...Hopefully soonI can tell you about some of the other "firsts" that he and I explored.It's a good thing that we appreciate the virtues and values of havinga large tile-floored bathroom, and have never really grown up insome ways....after all, we have one of the best playrooms in town.--