My First Friend

Computers are wonderful tools; so useful to play games, write letters, spreadsheets, bookeeping, and then..... there’s the internet!

Peter’s first computer came with the free AOL online connection for six months. He was not sure how useful it would be but his friends had been online for a while and he decided to use it to his best advantage. He lived in a remote isolated area of northern Missouri; in his boyhood home surrounded by acres of fields and woodlands. He was a sharp fellow and it didn’t take him long to figure out the benefits of the “Search” area on his web browser; the first time he typed in “nude men” he was amazed at the thousands of web offerings to litter his browser page. Peter spent many evenings checking out the free porn sites and the hot bodies of the young studs offered free for his viewing pleasure; one night he happened to click on the “chat” section in one of the areas. He signed into the room after picking his screename “farmstud” and lamely trying to describe his physical features; 23... 6'2 .....195... brown hair and eyes. He lurked there watching the flurry of the banter between the other characters as the screen danced lines of chat. Finally, someone notice him and said “Hi Farmstud” sheepishly he replied “HI” back.......woah.. buddy you don’t have to shout came back his chat buddy. He sit there for several minutes just watching and trying to follow the multitude of conversations; till a window opened on his screen with another greeting of “Hello”; Peter replied “howdy” back and asked his chatters name? He replied Curtis; and asked his.. Peter replied...”Peter”. Soon the pair were trading questions and replies rapidly across the digital universe and before long the clock was showing 12:30 and a weary Curtis wished Peter a good nights rest and agreed to meet the next evening online at the same time and place..... Wow, Peter had so enjoyed the pleasant exchange with his new friend; they shared similar experiences as both had finished college and gotten jobs near the cities where they had grown up Curtis lived in a town 50 miles south of Peter; and each considered himself shy; niether had ever had a sexual experience with a female though both had dated girls since high school. 

The next night Curtis was waiting for Peter as he logged into the chatroom and they’re spontaneous exchange again continued; sharing they’re dreams, and relating past life experiences. This nightly review continued each night for two weeks as the two young men laughed, complained and gossiped about their lives; till one night Curtis asked Peter if they could get together for a beer or something..... Peter jumped at the suggestion and agreed to meet Curtis at an appointed time at the truckstop half way between their locations. He could barely sleep that night; he was so intrigued by his new friend. That next Saturday, he showered carefully and shaved closely splashing himself with his Old Spice and standing back taking a long look at his lean hard body the small tuft of fur between his pecs and the redish cast of his pubic fur, he put on clean white briefs, dressed in his best blue jeans, cowboy shirt and boots and picked out his best red seed cap. The drive to the truck stop seemed to flash by as he pulled into the parking spot; he was quivering as he stood to leave his vehicle and took a deep breath as he walked inside. He and Curtis had agreed they would both be wearing red caps and he surveyed the dining area looking for one; not seeing any he grabbed the most secluded booth he could find and ordered ice tea as he waited.

Curtis pulled into the truck stop parking lot; he hesitated looked in the rear view mirror adjusting his red cap; took a deep breath and slow walked toward the door; as he entered he immediately noticed the handsome young man in the far booth wearing the red cap and proceeded toward him.

He held out his hand asking; Peter? as Peter grabbed his hand and smiled. Curtis was just as he had described himself; 5'10, 160 pounds with coal black hair and green eyes, he had a dark stubble and Peter couldn’t help notice the dark fur sprouting above the top button of his short sleeve shirt. They both smiles and sit down in the booth; Peter ordered Curtis an ice tea and both fellas slipped into easy conversation. Time passed quickly, and soon the pair asked the waitress for their tab and headed out to the parking lot. Seeing no one around Peter pulled Curtis close and gave him a quick hug; buddy you don’t know how much I’ve enjoyed our chats; its so nice to meet you in person. The sun was setting, and Curtis pulled Peter close and kissed his cheek. Peter was bit startled and drew back. Hell, Peter I’d love to see your place in the country....., Curtis said. Peter was a bit hesitant but finally said follow me then; as they both hopped in there pickups and drove the 15 miles to Peter’s place; as Curtis’s red pickup pulled in next to Peter’s he hopped out and exclaimed.. Wow.. Nice ... isolated.. Let me show you around, Peter said to Curtis as he led him to the tall two story barn 200 yard from his rambling farm house. This barn was built by my grandad around 1919... not as useful as back then but still stores a lot of stuff. The two men walked in the center door that lead to the loft; great view of the whole farm from up here, Peter says as he climbs the steps to the loft and swings open the hay door. He turns around to find Curtis shirtless and unzipping his jeans. He smiles and watches him as he kicks off his boots and pull off his faded jeans standing there in just his white briefs. Peter can’t help but notice his bulge and the wet spot developing at the peak of that bulge. Fuckkk... Curtis your one hot stud.... as Peter moves toward him to pet his dark furry pecs.. 

The two pull together tight as Curtis shoves his tongue inside Peter’s hot mouth.. They kiss and hard tongues entwine. Peter’s hands move to feel Curtis’s firm tight butt cheeks. He feels their hardons pressing together; Curtis pulls Peter’s shirt from out of his jeans and begins to unbutton it; stripping it off the taller gangly guy. Peter’s body is quivering... not wanting to let Curtis know that he’d never been with another man.. But not wanting him to be disappointed in his performance; He blurts out...”You know I’ve never done this!”; Curtis hesitates for a moment then says “We’ll take it slow”; they both lay down on the loose hay spreading out Curtis clothes and Peter’s shirt as they kiss and fondle each other; Curtis’s hot tongue circles Peter’s nipples they stiffen immediately; he hovers over Peter’s hot chest alternating kissing and sucking his nipples as his hand slides inside of Peter’s jeans; the hot cock there already oozing precum he grabs a glob and puts the finger to his lips sucking on it in full view of Peter. Peter’s body is tembling now as he watches Curtis lick his finger; his hands rub the front of Curtis’s briefs feeling the heat and intensity of his hot hardon; his hands tug at Curtis’s briefs... sliding them down around his knees; what a hot perfectly formed prick; his own stirs beneath his jeans as he rub the tip of Curtis hot cock and catches a drop of his precum; taking a cue from him and tasting it to his lips. Curtis stand and strips off his white briefs; smiling as he stands there naked in his white socks. Peter smiles back and watches as Curtis kneels and pulls of his boots and then his jeans; his body still quivering each time Curtis touches him. 

Curtis crawls up between his spread legs and part his lips with a hot tongue then licks down his chest around his nips lingering at the brownish patch of fur between them sucking each nipple till peaked to full measure; licking down around his navel; his mouth enveloped the outline of his hard cock in his white briefs; Peter softly moaned as Curtis sucked it through the thin cotton material; with two fingers on each side, Curtis slowly slipped them down and off. Peter’s cock freed of the restraint sprang up and slapped his chest; as Curtis crawled between his legs and took Peter’s cock in hand lightly sucking on the leaking tip. The hot smell of Peter’s groin waifed up in his nostrils; Curtis licked two fingers and as he began to suck Peter’s hardon they circled his sweaty asslips and pushed inside. Peter was started and yelped; as Curtis gave him so much pleasure giving him the first blow job and fingering his hot ass. Curtis’s hot mouth was riding up and down on Peter’s cock as two fingers worked his tight furry asshole; the other hand grabbed his tight sack of balls and tugged them gently. Curtis’s fingers came out of Peter’s ass and stroked the precum from both of their cocks and then returned to his gapping puckering hot asshole. Peter moaned loudly as they pushed back inside him; but he liked the hot feeling of his ass being massaged and the hot tongue working his veiny swelled 8" dick was so good. 

He felt guilty to be getting all of Curtis’s attention and was glad when he slid his body to hoover over his and give him a view of Curtis’s red hard 7" pecker. The view of his dark bush and that furry hot asshole was tanalyzing. Peter’s hands slid up to massage Curtis’s ass cheeks as a drip of precum splattered on his chin; his tongue retrieved it... Emmm ... as his head raised slightly to take the tip of Curtis’s cock into his virgin mouth. Wow... the swelled veins of Curtis’s fat dick felt so hard and salty as he slid it down his throat; he could feel the blood pulsing; but sucking Curtis cock took his attention away from the pleasures his own cock was feeling and his ass was clinching; Curtis’s fingers. He was moaning loudly now; Curtis knew his new friend was going to drench his throat with his hot sperm soon so he pulled his mouth back to the tip and let Peter’s hot dick rest on the front of his tongue he wanted each drop of his hot juice to slide down his full tongue so he could savor the taste of every drop; as his fingers worked in and out of Peter’s ass and his other hand grabbed the base of Peter’s intensely swelled manhood; he heard the deep moan of a man about to jet his sperm...