- Second story. See if you can find the oxymoronic phrase somewhere in the story. I'll try and keep up that little easter egg. Blah blah 18 and older blah blah blah no minors blah blah blah. Etc. Shoot me an email, too! *
So I'm sitting at home on my laptop, just checking my Facebook for the umpteenth time, there's still that notification I haven't been bothered to open up yet. Right before I do, something pops up...
"Danny" the chat window says. "Howz'it hanging?"
"Great, Sam!" I reply, kinda annoyed that I want to see what that one new notification is.
"Hey, click the link on my wall, it's got the party we're invited to! I can pick ya up if you want?"
"Ok, gimme a sec then" I reply, and finish the chat.
I click onto Sam's wall, and decide to do some Facebook stalking while I'm there. He's a year and a half older than me, so his got his licence. His profile picture's him in his car with all his friends, myself included, and I can't seem to stare away from his looks. In the picture he's the driver, and the blue piercing eyes seem to gaze into the horizon from behind us, and his blonde hair sparkles in the hot summer sun.
I click through his other photo's, there's one of him on his mountain bike scaling a pretty impressive rocky piece of terrain, one with his family, and I pause at the next. It's the day we went to the beach and I can't stop looking at his body. I mean, Chris' abs are one thing, but Sam's entire body looks like Zeus' himself! Staring right at the camera, he's standing a fair bit taller than me, about 190cms. He's got a half smile hat just seems to melt everything around us, and his whole body looks muscular and tight at the same time. He's hardly got any hair around him, besides some tuffs under his arms and leading down to his pants, but his nipples seem to hang out above his enormous and trained pecs. Leading down he's got the whole 8 pack that can't suit him better, I'm just in awe. Then there's those board shorts. Checked in colour but still faded colour and thin design, obviously not mean for an older teenager. Damn, I really think I can make out the edge of a bump in them! Speaking of bumps, I've got a half mast of 6 and a half inches of my own to worry about...
Anyway, I've drooled over his picture for about 15 minutes now and it's time I got to that notification. There's the address and the time, and it says that Chris' invited me. Without hesitation, I accept and then click on Chris' wall. I mean, I'm aroused already, why not continue?
Chris' profile is much like Sam's, group picture shot from some event he was at, but this ones a bit different. This ones at a party, and he really looks like his drunk. He's in the middle of dancing or something, because he's swinging his shirt over him while other people are surrounding him and clapping. There's those abs again...drool... how much I'd like to see those again. He's probably just taller than me, I'd say, probably 185cm, and he's got zero fat on him. Count it - zero. His perfectly shaped abs seem to cares through his ripped muscles all the way from his neck to the entrance to his pants, and by the looks of the picture everybody's focused in on him. Oh, how I long to be in the middle of that, well, at least I won't have to wait too much longer.
After I've done my fair share of Facebook stalking, I navigate to my page where I've got a new wall post, which is from Sam. He's asking me about what time I want to get picked up, but I just answer back some time that I forget shortly after...
So I'm looking at my profile now, and I'm kinda proud of it. Above average friends list, more than mediocre profile picture, I mean, what's not to love about that photo of me and Sam at the beach? I'm standing right next to Sam...well, my hand over his back and vice versa (which, shall I say his biceps seem to hang over me nicely)... and I've got this big toothy grin like there's no tomorrow. I'm a bit shorter than him, and I probably don't match up to him in the looks department, but he still thinks of me as a great guy. Even though I'm shorter, my walnut brown hair and matching eyes still look at the camera warmly, showing that I was having a great day, I mean face it, being next to him who wouldn't!
Just as I'm going to sleep, I'm thinking about the party that's happening tomorrow, and enjoying the time with Sam and Chris. The latter will be a new experience, but I really don't care - the more I get to gawk at him in any way, the better. Right on cue, my boners still there, pulling at the ever tight undies I'm wearing. Tonight's fantasy - the day at the beach.
It must have only been a couple of months ago, but I still remember it pretty damn clear. Temperature was around 35 degrees (yeah, that's Celsius for you yanks) and smoking, and every man and his dog were down at the beach. Of course Sam was going to meet up with me, and at around noon we found each other. Right then and there I could have easily creamed myself, but I knew better than to let myself go too quickly. Containing myself, we ant for a pretty nice swim in the beach for the afternoon, and shortly after went to the change rooms to clean off the seawater.
Back in the change rooms, we were stripping off for our showers. These showers had doors with locks, and most people took to that advantage. Nevertheless, Sam also had the lock on, and with me right next to him I couldn't help but put my ear right up next to the wall in-between us and hear him wash himself. It even almost sounded like... he was doing something he shouldn't have been in there. I'm definitely sure he was moaning softly, so I quickly finished my shower (after giving myself a pretty thorough cleaning too) got changed and got out of the stall. Just as I had hoped, the entire room was empty, which let me look in-between that little crack in between the door and the wall to the stall. God bless that motherfucking little crack! Anyway, the sight was one of the most beautiful that I've every laid eyes on. Right in front of me, 8 and a half inches of meat was gleaming and thrusting. That body just seemed so in beat with the water cascading down the washboard abs and his dick quickly dancing to the music. For the second time that day, I nearly creamed myself. In fact, I got back in the stall and finished myself off. Best wank of my life... so far...
Up and down, harder and faster, warm and soft, hard and beautiful. Harder. Faster. Again. And again. Sam in the change rooms. Chris after water polo. Touching, washing, seeing, feeling, wishing, wanting, hearing, imagining. Climax.
Now that was the best wank of my life.
- Thanks for pointing out a little irregularity in my last story, verbs are not taught in history class. From now on I'm going to double check my work. Appreciated. Oh, and if anyone wants a character based on 'em let me know one of the oxymoronic phrases I've used thus far ;) *