Dreams Sometimes Do Come True

My story began when I was 18 years old. Me, well, my name is
Shawn and at this particular time in my life, I thought I
had life by the balls, or so I thought. I stood 6'2"
and weighed a muscular 190 pounds with short brown hair
and green eyes. At that time, I was a Marine stationed at
Camp Lejeune in North Carolina. Up until this particular
time, I had no homosexual activities, with the exception
of more than my fair share of some wonderful jack-off sessions.
Only in my mind had I ever been with another man.

All my life, it seems that I have always fantasized about
one particular guy. His name is Gary and he was, and still
is, my best friend. Unlike me, he wasn't interested
in playing sports or lifting weights. Gary and I are the
same age with me being just a few days older than him. We lived
across the street from one another all our lives. After
high school, Gary went on to college while I went on to be
a Marine.

At the age of 18, Gary stood 5'7" and barely weighed
120 pounds soaking wet. He has dirty blond hair and sparkling
blue eyes. In many eyes, Gary would be no Adonis, but in mine,
Gary was the most gorgeous guy who ever graced this planet.
Every time I got near him, my mind always sent the sweet aroma
of a mild baby powder exploding heavily into my lungs. My
eyes always danced in their sockets when I looked into his
entrancing eyes, admiring his entire breathtaking beauty.

Not once while we were growing up did I ever get the chance
to see Gary naked, but in my mind, I had him strip while my
hand pounded my cock into one hell of a massive sperm shooting
frenzy. I envisioned his dirty blond thick eyebrows and
his somewhat lengthy eyelashes which only magnified his
crystal blue eyes, seemingly, all the time.

We had just came back from a successful field mission and
was granted a 96 hour pass. I lived in Charleston, South
Carolina and wasted very little time in loading up my car
and made the journey home, in high hopes that Gary would
be home as well.

I arrived home at about five in the afternoon. I greeted
my folks and walked the short distance to Gary's house.
My hand trembled as I pressed the doorbell, anxiously awaiting
the vision of my life long dream. when the door opened, it
was my little angel standing before me. Being that it was
summer time, Gary answered the door wearing nothing but
a towel. He had just finished taking a shower when I arrived.
My eyes exploded at the vision of his tanned smooth chest
and extra tiny little nipples. Stealing a glance downwards,
I noticed that Gary didn't have a "goody trail"
and that his belly button was nothing more than a line, neither
protruding inward, nor outwards.

As we both turned to walk from the doorway, I got a full shot
of his cloth covered little butt. I could clearly see the
outline of his jutting globes as they danced before my very
eyes with his every step. My cock became instantly hard,
revealing its mass through my tight blue jeans, snaking
its way visible along my right thigh. Naturally, I used
my hands to cover my excitement as we stopped in his living
room.

I waited there while he excused himself and went to his bedroom.
When he came back out into the living room, I had seated myself
on the sofa. Upon Gary's return, he was wearing a pair
of rather extra short cut-off jeans and nothing else. He
seated himself across from me in the recliner, and no matter
what, I couldn't keep my eyes off of his bunched up crotch
area. Gary, his body, especially his crotch area, all looked
so absolutely delicious.

We sat in his living room for sometime catching up on Marine
and college life. After about an hour or so had passed, somehow,
the conversation switched more to a sexual type. Gary did
most of the talking, mainly speaking of how the college
parties always turned out into some form of wild orgy. I
listened and so did my aching cock. His voice was so angelic
and his near nude body was tormentingly appetizing.

Somewhere during our sexual conversation, I blurted out,
"I bet you get your dick sucked all the time!"
Gary flung his head backwards, smiling his heart stealing
smile, placed his feet upon the cushion of the recliner,
then fired back, "Yeah right, only in my fucking dreams! The bitches
there only want to be with those fucking jocks, not some
scrawny screwball like me." My eyes were peeled on his crotch as my words flowed like
rain, "Fuck em then...It's their loss, not yours,
but I would have just thought that they would be crawling
all over you...All the time!"

With his feet in the position that they were in, I could get
a straight shot into his tongue hardening crotch area.
I also noticed that Gary had very little hair on his legs.
There was none on his thighs, but he had a few sparse scattering
of tiny dirty blond hair on his shins. Even his little feet
looked admiringly delicious. The more we talked, the harder
my cock grew.

Through our conversation, I realized Gary was still a virgin.
As for me, I was no virgin with the female persuasion, but
my ultimate fantasy being with a guy, I was still a virgin.
I didn't want to be with just any guy, I wanted to be with
a guy who looked similar to Gary, my life long dream and best
friend. Only if he knew just how I felt about him, but I was
too much of a chicken shit to tell him the truth. The last
thing I ever wanted was to say, or do something stupid that
would cause any problems with our friendship.