by F.L.
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I knew Clint since junior high. We hung out together, went hunting together, and played Nintendo. Clint was a very attractive guy and the girls were always flirting with him. He would reciprocate and the girls would just eat it up.
I was still heavily in the closet about being gay and wanted nothing with the idea that I might be attracted to Clint. Despite my attempts at suppressing those attractions, they continued to resurface.
Clint was the all American guy next door. He had dark brown hair, which was straight and short, but long enough to do anything he wanted with it. He had brown eyes with a handsomely chiseled face and beautiful lips. His smile was perfect. His body was naturally muscular, medium build, 5’11”, hairy legs, calve muscles that were solid, almost as if they were sculpted around a square box, and gorgeous feet that had small little hairs over his cute toes.
Occasionally, I would spend the night over at his place and we would talk about whatever. I remember one night we were talking and he was restless. He seemed pretty horny and kept talking about sex and what he wanted in bed. Finally, he just said I would love to a good blowjob. Yes, the thought did cross my mind of volunteering, however I was not sure whom he was speaking of, a guy or girl? So, I simply suggested he call a girl from school to do it for him, he just laughed and that was the end of the sex talk.
The following year, when we were both 18, we started high school. I did not see much of Clint over the summer as I moved to a different house, but when school started, Clint had definitely grown into that all American jock. He was still about the same size, medium build with some more defined muscles and an incredible six pack. His naturally muscular body was never too big, always around the medium size, which I loved. Not too thin, not too thick, just right.
We saw each other walking down the hall; we both smiled and checked out each other’s schedule to see if we had any classes together. We did, several, Biology, Civics, and to my loving surprise, Gym. Needless to say, this was going to be a fun year. By now I was coming to grips with my sexuality and slowly began to accept my attraction to guys.
The first day of Gym class was the usual BS. On the second day, we had to dress out for class with our shorts, t-shirts, and tennis shoes. Clint was HOT as hell. I could not take my eyes off of him. On that day, we ran around the track and did the usual exercises. After class, we headed to the locker room to change.
Clint and I had lockers next to each other. It was extremely difficult from not developing a hard-on whenever he would change right next to me. I was in utter torment not being able to grab him and go to town. Being scared of having other guys notice my checking Clint and themselves out, I pretended not to notice any of them.
One day after Gym, we were changing and preparing to depart for our next class. Clint was sliding on his blue jeans and I was putting on my shoes, I could not help but look at Clint as he was pulling his shirt over his gorgeous chest and down over his sexy six-pack, and that is when he saw me looking at him. I quickly turned my eyes back to my shoes and I noticed he just grinned a little.
Later that afternoon, in Civics’ class we were paired off in two’s for a project. Clint and I sat next to each other since the first day and were of course paired together for the project. When we were in the middle of our research, he put a note in front of me. I opened the note and it read, “Do you think I am hot? I saw you looking at me today in Gym.” My face became blood red and I wrote back a lame-ass response, “No, I just think you dress really cool and I like your clothes.” He said okay and went about his half of the research and did not mention it again.
As I arrived at my next class, I was consumed with the thought that Clint knew about my attraction to him and how could I change his thinking? The next several days were a little awkward as I tried to talk about his clothes, hoping he would not pick up on the idea his clothes were the least of my interest.
A couple of days later, football tryouts were going on and the coach asked for volunteers from our Gym class. All the guys volunteered except Clint and myself. The volunteers left and Clint and I were the only ones remaining, except for the girls of course. Our Gym teacher told Clint and I to play a game of basketball. We did and when class was over we headed for the locker room.
We were changing, talking about why we did not volunteer for tryouts, and as we were sliding our socks on Clint blurted out, “Gosh, my feet smell really bad!” He slapped his sock in my face and asked if I thought they smelled bad. I turned away and laughed. Replying with, “Dude, I don’t want to smell your socks.” Even though I was extremely turned on by it. He just laughed as we finished getting dressed.
For the next few weeks, things seemed to return to normal. Clint did not ask me anymore about my checking him out and I made sure I kept my eyes to myself in the locker room.
One day in Biology we were assigned a project. At the end of the class, Clint grabbed me and asked if I could help him with the project. Of course I agreed and asked what he needed help with. He told me he didn’t understand a lot about the project and asked if I would come over to his house that weekend to help him. I agreed and did not think anymore about it.
Arriving at his house on Friday afternoon, Clint welcomed me in and gave me a coke to drink. I asked where his parents were and he said they were gone for the weekend and wouldn’t be back until Monday. We snacked on junk food and watched TV for a while.
I asked if he wanted to start studying and he shared he would prefer to wait until the next day. That was fine with me, the last thing I cared to do on a Friday night was study.
Nothing was on TV and we had watched all the movies he had, including the porn. We were bored and too young to drive anywhere. Being that age sucked. He said he had a new porno and asked if I wanted to watch it. I agreed and we watched it. It was the usual girls screaming and the guys humping. Although the guys were really hot, that young twinky look that was very sexy.
Clint kicked off his shoes and the aroma was intoxicating. I was already hard as a rock and the smell that was originating from his feet sent me over the edge. I got up and went to the bathroom. I jerked off until I blew my load. It felt good to relieve the pressure.
When I got back I flopped down on the couch and grabbed a bag of potato chips. Because of the way I was sitting my dick became noticeable as it grew in thickness once again. I quickly pulled the bag over my crotch to hide my growing cock. Clint just laughed and asked if my dick was hard?
I played it off that yeah; “I’m watching a porno. What do you expect?” I asked. He responded with, “I thought maybe it was me that made you so horny.” “What?” I asked. “I see the way you look at me. Especially when I am only wearing shorts and no shoes. It’s okay; you think I am hot. No problem.” he said.
I laughed as I tried to explain that I was not interested in him that way. He turned off the TV and looked at me. “Don’t worry about it, I’ve known you were gay for sometime now. I don’t care.” He stated.
I really did not know what to say. I just kind of sat there with this blank stare on my face. Someone has finally confronted me and forced me to admit it, I thought. When someone says you are gay it is one thing, however when you admit out loud for the first time, it changes your life because you are forced to face the reality of who you are.
Clint went on to say, “It’s okay. I know how you feel, because I am gay too.” I was STUNNED! “WHAT?” I blurted out. “Yeah, I’ve known for a long time.” he said. He asked, “Well, do you think I am hot?” “Yeah, I think you are hot! You know I do.” I responded.
“ Do you remember that night we were talking about sex in my bedroom and I said I wanted a blowjob?” he asked. “Yeah, why?” I questioned.
“ I think you are very good-looking and I’ve wanted to make love to you since we met.” he stated. I could not believe what I was hearing. My fantasies were coming true. This gorgeous hunk I had been dreaming about for so long wanted to make love to me. It was more than I take. I just grinned as my face was blushing.
Clint put his hand on my hand as he leaned over and put his face right in front of mine. We were staring into each other’s eyes with smiles when he asked if he could kiss me. Of course I said yes and he gave me the most remarkable kiss I ever had. My body actually tingled with emotions of joy and excitement. His lips felt amazing and having them on mine was such a turn on. Clint was a great kisser.
He leaned back and asked if I liked it. I responded by pushing him on his back and kissing him passionately, hopefully as well as he kissed me. “I guess you like it.” he said. “You bet your cute ass I did.” I responded.
We made out on his couch for a while. Our hands were rubbing all over each other’s body; through each one’s hair, over our chests, and then down to our dicks. His cock was so perfect, as perfect as he was. I realize that may sound cheesy, but Clint was everything I dreamed of in a guy. He was perfect to me and now I was realizing a fantasy I spent many nights dreaming about.
We began to peel off our shirts. Oh how sweet it was in seeing Clint’s manly chest, his chiseled six-pack, and his cute little happy trail. He pulled me upwards and starting kissing my chest. Then running his tongue in little circles over my nipples. At this point, I could have passed out, I was overwhelmed with pleasure.
He ran his fingers through mine and slowly pushed me off of him. “Do you wanna go to my bedroom?” he asked. “HELL YEAH!” I said. He gently grabbed my hand and guided me back to his bedroom.
We feel on his bed in each other’s arms with huge grins over our faces. As we began kissing and removing each other’s remaining clothes, Clint stopped. I asked if anything was wrong. He said, “Yes, we cannot do this...not without some music anyway.” He smiled and hit the play button on his CD player. His music selection was a mix of all kinds of love songs. Clint was as smooth as he was good-looking.
After the music started, he went around the room and lit some candles. As he was lighting the candles, I asked, “You planned this, didn’t you?” “Of course, I knew my gaydar did not lie and that you wanted the same thing I wanted.” He was right, each of us wanted the other for a long time and we were finally consummating our love for each other. Three years of knowing each other had cultivated into this moment.
He came back over to the bed and knelt down by my feet. He softly held my feet and began to kiss them. I couldn’t help but express out loud how much that turned me on. He smiled back at my face and said he knew I would like this part.
He started to run his tongue over my soles, which tickled and caused me to giggle a little. “You like that don’t you?” he asked. “Oh yes, I love it!” I said. He did this for several minutes and then started to suck my toes as he massaged my soles. I was in utter erotic ecstasy. I could have blown my load right there.
I could not take anymore. I pulled my feet away from him. “Did I do something wrong?” he asked. “No, I cannot wait anymore. I must do the same to you.” I said. He smiled as he crawled up on the bed, stretching out his legs and feet for me.
Seeing his hairy legs and sexy body in the candlelight was amazing. I gently held his feet up to my face. The smell was oh-so-perfect. You know what I am writing of. It was that sweet kind of aroma.
I started to kiss his feet, inhaling that sweet aroma and loving every second of it. He began to moan out loud, “Oh yes, work my feet with your lips!” I began licking his soles, which he recoiled a little and started to laugh. “That tickles, but feels so good. Please keep going,” he said. I continued and eventually started sucking on his toes, which he loved. After about ten minutes of sucking his toes and licking his soles, he pulled me back up on the bed.
We exchanged passionate kisses and then began caressing each other’s dicks. He rolled me over on my back and started kissing my neck. This drove me wild and I was moaning. He continued kissing and running his tongue down my neck, over my chest, down my six-pack, and then onto my dick.
Having his lips touch my cock was so amazing. He worked my dick very nicely. He placed his hand around it and stroked it. He began to sort of gently twist his hand as he moved his mouth up and down over it. After a minute of him doing this I could feel myself starting to cum. I told him and he let me explode as he stroked me. I came all over my chest.
I told him, “Now, it is my turn.” He was smiling as he rolled over. I couldn’t believe I was finally going to suck his dick. I was so excited. His dick was just perfect. Nice and thick, beautifully smooth and round. I began to stroke him as I ran my mouth over his manhood. Up and down I went. He was crying out with moans of pleasure and I was happy giving him such pleasure. “Oh, that feels so good! YES!” he moaned.
He soon came too and as I was pulling myself back up towards his face, he asked if I would fuck him. I told him yes and boy did I. It felt so good sliding my dick in and out of his cute tight ass. He laid his feet on my shoulders and was moaning in ecstasy as I fucked him.
Not only did it feel good having my cock in him, having his hairy legs on my shoulders with his feet sliding so close to my face was perfect. I grabbed one of them and starting inhaling that manly aroma as I fucked him. He loved it and screamed for me to keep it on.
He jerked himself as I fucked and sucked his toes. Finally, he started to cum and I pulled out to cum with him. We both shot our loads over his chest. It felt so good. We cleaned ourselves off with a towel and then cuddled in each other’s arms. We kissed and eventually feel asleep in each other’s arms.
The next morning we awoke and took a shower together. Of course we fucked and sucked in the shower. After drying each other off, I gave him a nice blowjob and he reciprocated the same. Eventually we made it into the kitchen to eat breakfast.
I asked him when he wanted to start studying, after all that was why I originally came over. “Oh, I don’t need any help. I’m doing fine in Biology. I just wanted to get you over here.” he stated.
That weekend was everything I dreamed of and more. We made love all weekend long and as it drew to a close, he asked me if I would be his boyfriend. I told him yes and we have been together ever since.
Clint was and will always be the man of my dreams. I cherish the years we have spent together and look forward in spending the rest of my life with him.
