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I met Clint in my senior year of high school. We went to different high schools but had a class together in the afternoon at the local vo-tech school. I knew who he was from the year before when we were in different classes. The reason I knew who he was, was because he was so hot, and loved to go around without his shirt on on the hot days. He was about 5-7" and 120lbs, had long blondish brown hair down to the middle of his back, tan skin and a smooth nicely defined chest with two of the most beautiful little red nipples I have ever seen. We hit it off immediately when he asked me to be his partner for the year in our class. I was more than willing, but what he didn't know was that I wanted to be his partner in more ways than one. We worked on the same projects all the time and became good friends. All year, I would catch a glimpse of him arriving at school without his shirt on whenever the chance arouse. Clint was a real ladies man. In his words he could "get any pussy he wanted" and he was right, the women would flock to him. We remained friends for about the next six or seven years, until I relocated. But the night I will never forget was right after I turned 21. We had gone out to a local strip club, him to watch the ladies, me to watch him. We both got pretty drunk, nothing unusual for him. He was so drunk he could hardly walk to the car, and by the time we got to his dad's house he was so out of it I had to almost carry him in. We sat in his room for a few minutes, then he said he had to go to the bathroom. He got up but almost fell down, so doing what any good guy would do, I helped him to the pisser. He was leaning back on me and then he whipped out that little stubby dick of his and started to pee. It seemed like he was going for ever, and since he was out of it, I decided to casually touch it. He smiled and looked back at me and said, "going for it guy"? I kinda freaked and didn't know what to do next so I moved my hand away and let him zip up. Back in his room, he immediately stripped down to his underwear, some cute blue bikini's, and laid on his back on his bed. He was out in like a minute. So there I was with my best friend almost naked laying a foot from me. What to do? Well I decided that since he didn't get all pissed off at me for touching him in the pisser, that I would play around a little. He had his hand in his underwear on his cock, so I moved it away ever so carefully so as not to disturb him. He didn't even flinch. Next it was down with the bikini's. There he was laying passed out with his underwear down around his thighs. God he was so beautiful. He had a nice smooth body, with little chest hair and no hair on his nipples. He didn't have a very big dick only about two and a half inches when soft, but it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I fondled it for a while, and he never moved. I took my raging hard on out of my pants and started to jack off with one hand and play with him with the other. After I shot my wad onto his bed, I just sat there for about another hour staring at him. I had to go to work the next day, so I put his bikini's back on him and left. The next day at work, I was glowing. I had finally got to see and touch the forbidden fruit. A few months went by and I got my own apartment. Since Clint was living at home he started to hang out at my place a lot. No problem with me. One night he got drunk and asked if he could sleep on my couch. Sure I said, so off came all his clothes, except for some gray bikini's and asleep he went. Here was my chance again I thought. This time I got a little more brave. After a few minutes of checking out his hot little dick and rubbing his little one inch red titties, I decided it was time to taste a dick for the first time. I slowly lowered my mouth over his cock and lightly touched it with my tongue. Then I started to suck very lightly and he began to grow instantly. I stopped for a moment to see if he was waking up, but he just had a little grin on his face. I sucked for a few more minutes, and his eyes opened up and he woke up. He mumbled something about what are you doing, I was a little scared. I just looked at him and smiled, he looked at his six inch, spit covered, hard cock and smiled and layed his head back down without a word. So I continued to suck him off, since he was still drunk, it took him a while to cum, which was ok with me. When he shot his wad, I swallowed every bit of it. The next morning we got up and both acted as if nothing had happened. This went on several times over the next five years. Clint would come over to my place, pass out on the couch and then I would go to work on that hot little dick of his. We never spoke of these time when we were sober. In the back of my mind, I don't think he minded getting a hot, no strings attached blow job once in a while, and I sure didn't mind providing. Sometimes I would take my cock and rub it on his hard on, and then cum on the couch. Once I let him shoot his wad on his chest, then licked it up off him, circling his titties and sucking them. I have since moved to another state and don't see him too much anymore. I have some pics of him taken at the lake and such, all without his shirt on, that I keep close to me so I can look at them and remember how hot he was. Of course the memories are hotter! If you like my story, or have had a similar experience, email me: DenvrBW@aol.com