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Authors name: 99PercentStraight
(backinthehayloftagain@yahoo.com)
Story title : Bi Friends' Reunion In The Hay Loft
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Bi Friends' Reunion In The Hay Loft (MM, teens)
by 99PercentStraight
(backinthehayloftagain@yahoo.com)
***
Two straight guys who grew up as wildly bi neighbor
kids meet up for a wedding reception and the
inevitable! A true story, and recently true, at that!
***
This is a true story, and happened not long ago...
I knew, as soon as I got the wedding invitation that
I would end up in a 69 with Donny. It had been years
and years since we'd last seen each other, though my
mom and his mom filled each other in on life's
progress.
Donny was a rich kid who grew up on the farm next to
ours. We had horses, but they had HORSES. We had a
barn, but they had A BARN. I'm OK with all that, but
there are fun horsey people and there are snotty
horse people, and Donny's family was certainly the
latter.
When we were 18, much younger than we are now, Donny
and I had the most incredible, ongoing suck fest
relationship going on that you could imagine. We both
seemed to be in some sort of state of undress with
some combination of friends, neighbors and relatives
(all roughly our age) at all times, though it was
Donny and I who were at the heart of it. Our moms
just had to holler towards the barns to find us, and
that all seemed just fine with everyone.
Donny and I had the most comical routine when we
would 69... when we got close to coming, one or the
other of us would gasp or grunt some variation of
"ready!' or "ready?" And then that was the signal to
absolutely gulp each other's dicks like madmen until
we came, and as we came, to squeeze each other really
tight while 69ing, and get as much dick into our
mouths as possible and have our come splash down the
back of each other's throats, and sort of twitch like
that for a minute or so until we stopped coming. I
shit you not, it was that funny!
As we grew older, I was more the soccer type, and
Donny became more the football type. He also started
to become more of the conservative Republican type
that he was born to be, and this would have been OK,
except it carried with it all the selfish baggage
that you see in mean spirited frat boys.
We grew apart as friends over time, though still
sucked like kooks whenever we felt like it. I
remember a last straw with Donny was seeing him
harass a kid as a faggot, while he and the fellow
next to him, another wise guy tough jock kid, were
both guys that I had seen suck each other off any
number of times, laughing while cum burbled out of
each other's mouths and the whole bit!
In time, our various friends paired off with correct
members of the opposite sex, and we all went our
separate ways, as people naturally do. I went to the
university, traveled the world quite a bit, and then
ended up back in the same general area that I came
from, though not too close. I became an academic.
Donny went to law school and then settled onto a
political path, conservative and local, to no one's
surprise.
Anyway, his baby sister was getting married. There
were three sisters, and I had clamped my face onto
the mystery spot of two of them many a time up in
that hayloft. The baby was a late surprise and was
definitely NOT a part of the neighborhood sex play.
She was a little darling that we all looked out for,
and now I was happy to receive the invite to her
wedding. The reception was to be at their farm, of
course... and why not? The place was beautiful and
huge.
Donny was everything I expected he would be...
uninspired conservative suit, terrible shoes, though
expensive, lame haircut, all things that help in the
world he had chosen. As we shook hands for the first
time in years, I knew full well that we would end up
in the hay loft, sucking dicks again for the first
time (for me, anyway) in at least 15 years.
I couldn't help feeling a little melancholy about it,
as well as incredibly excited... why is our society
such that I couldn't safely find a friend to 69 with
while remaining in my straight world? Someone who
shared my general outlook on life, my bent for a warm
laugh and a real smile, a kind nature (which is NOT
in Donny's soul), a devotion to music and art and the
outdoors and fun?
During the reception, Donny asked the inevitable
question... would I like to tour the property?
"Sure," I said, though there were several old friends
of both sexes at the reception that I'd messed around
with that I might have asked the same question to. We
walked and talked for a few minutes, making a slight
zigzag to end up at the barn. "Remember all this?"
"Yes, I do," I laughed...
WE both headed right upstairs when we got inside. The
'sweat box' had been transformed into a studio
apartment at some point, and there was an air
conditioner on somewhere. The door actually had a
lock! "C'mon, let's mess with it!" Donny said as he
frantically unbuttoned his clothes. I didn't need any
convincing, and the next thing you know we were on
the bed with our heads at opposite ends.
I slipped his dick gently into my mouth, really
tasting it and feeling its silky texture for perhaps
the first time. I loved it. I really loved it, but in
a fun sort of funny way, if that makes any sense to
you. I play with his balls and squeezed them and
rolled them and licked them. I squeezed his butt as I
lifted my head up and down and up and down and up and
down and up and down.
Donny was moving a little more frantically and I
could tell where he was headed. "Ready!" he mumbled
loudly through my dick. "NO!," I hollered, with his
dick out of my mouth, a little more loudly than I had
intended. "What the hell?" he asked. "I haven't done
this in more that 15 years, and I'll be damned if I'm
going to rush it!!!!"
We settled into a more delicious, leisurely pace, and
eventually finished off just like we always had in
the past. I liked the taste, it was if it was brand
new to me, and we both splashed and swallowed, just
like the old days.
Perhaps this story will find me a local friend in PA,
NJ, DE, MD, or NY... someone cool in a relaxed way,
someone like me, so I don't have to wait another 15
years to try this again!
See you all in the hayloft!
99PercentStraight
backinthehayloftagain@yahoo.com
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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