TRUE FIRST TIME TALES
Nick's TaleRated: X ages 17
It was with my straight best friend. It just sort of happened.
I grew up living in a tall apartment building in a major city. I lived on the fourteenth floor. Most of my friends lived in the same building, and we went to the same school. Two other guys in the building were in my grade, but I didn't get along with Marcus at all. He was a total jerkwad. Jeff, though, was my best friend.
By the time I hit puberty at fourteen I knew I was gay. It was just after 2000 and there were some guys at school who were out about it. I was trying to be, but I was just too shy about it. I was pretty shy about everything. I guess that's why Jeff and I got along so well, he was pretty shy too.
We were both fairly geeky. We were into role-playing games and liked reading books. While we weren't studs, we weren't total dorks either. Jeff sure wasn't, not to me. He had the most awesome blond hair, a bit wavy, and his mom cut it for him and his little brother, so it was usually a sort of almost bowl-cut. Fluffy and wavy and so light a blond it was nearly yellow-white. Big blue eyes the color of a cold winter sky, a square face with bold, firm features, a fairly long nose, Cupid's bow lips the color of subdued red lipstick, and a fair, smooth, clear complexion. Oh, and braces. He was sturdy and solid, just a bit of love-handles on his sides, a bit of a bulge at his stomach, slight bulges over his pecs, and big, pinkish nipples. No skinny boy was Jeff, but he was far from being fat or sloppy. He also had a big, round, full butt, and a package that clearly proved he was well-endowed indeed. Oh, how I wished all through junior and senior high that I'd have him in a gym class, but not once.
We spent a lot of time at each other's apartments and had a lot of sleepovers. I'd gotten to see him in his tighty-whities more than a few times, but they were brief glimpses as he changed from his school clothes. But those glimpses! Man, he had a nice, big, round, full ass! And he absolutely stuffed the front of those white briefs! The jiggle as he stepped out of his jeans and into others... wow! I sometimes could just see a hint of his fat head. It looked... gigantic.
Anyway, when we were both seventeen, myself just barely, I was over at his apartment right after school on a Friday. We were going from his to my apartment, so I could change clothes, and then we were going down the block to the arcade for while, until we had to be back home for dinner. Then he was coming to my place to stay the night. His mom was pretty religious and insisted on family dinner together, even though her husband, Jeff and Joe's dad, had died a few years ago.
So, I got to watch Jeff step out of his jeans again. Man. I always looked down at my hands, apparently, though my eyes were craned to the side so I could see him.
Damn if he didn't have an almost boner! It was making a tent low down the front of his briefs, pushing out enough that I could make out the shape and contour and even a bit of the color of his head through the thin white material of his Fruit-of-the-Looms. It was big enough that it hid his balls.
I blew the hardest, fullest boner! I mean, it was just... throbbing!
Then he turned to the side to get jeans out of his dresser, and I saw a profile view of him, and got a good angle of his pert, full, round ass, but most interestingly, of how far outward his boner was pushing his briefs. I mean, it was really shoving its way out in front of him.
I can still remember the immense thrill that flashed through my body at that moment. The tingling excitement of seeing just how well built he was, even through his briefs.
When he stepped into his jeans, I saw how his boner tried to angle more upward, but ended up angled almost horizontally, shoving out a massive tent as he pulled his jeans up around his waist.
I was so hard! And thrilled.
I did my best to get my boner to go down, but it was probably still pretty obvious as I stood up to follow him to the front door. It was still hard when we got to my apartment. I was going to have to change in front of him with a boner. Well, he had. But... damnit, this was so embarrassing. I hoped he didn't look as I changed into my street clothes. I kept my back to him as much as I could. I was pretty sure he never even looked my way.
So we had a great time at the arcade, came home for dinner, and then he came to my place.
I wished I'd had time to beat one out, but we'd gotten home just at dinner time and he'd come right over. So there I was, still a bit excited and worked up.
The phone rang, Mom answered, and then she told us she was going to spend a few hours with her girlfriends. Dad wouldn't be home until just after ten. We had almost four hours.
We played video games and worked on DnD characters. We had a game tomorrow over at Benny's with the guys. We were sitting on my bed, working on our characters, when Jeff put his stuff aside and stood up to stretch.
I clandestinely slid my eyes up and over and saw that nice big bulge, and I was sure he had another erection! It was making an almost pointed tent in his jeans, just to the right side of his fly.
"Want a soda?" he asked.
"Sure," I said.
He went to get them and I admired his great ass. The jeans he was wearing sure contoured nicely to his round globes. He might be a dork, but man, did he have a great ass!
When he came back, I noticed that he'd rearranged his junk. He still had an erection, most likely, but now it was tucked lower and didn't make as much of a tent. Though it still was noticeable. Somewhat.
I was dying to see him naked. I knew that wasn't going to happen, but I got an idea. Like me, he slept in his underwear. If I got ready for bed early... but that would seem weird too.
"What'cha thinkin'?" he asked as he got his papers and book back in his lap.
I'd been sitting there holding my soda and thinking, and hadn't even opened the can yet. Duh.
Oh, just wondering how I could get you out of your pants.
"Yeah, right. What's up? Got an idea for the campaign tomorrow?"
"Um, no. Just thinkin', like ya do sometimes, ya know."
So we went back to work on our character sheets and began drawing our characters with colored pencils. Hey, I told you we were gaming geeks.
It was one of those moments when you just ache to tell your best friend you're gay. It was almost... palpable, that desire to tell him.
I settled for a slow approach, even though I knew I'd never get around to actually telling him. So I asked, "What do ya think about Bryce Henderson? Coming out like that?"
He was the most recent guy at our school to publicly come out. It had been less than a month. So far he seemed unmolested and not being abused or threatened. I had asked all my friends about the other gay guys that had come out. Not that there were many, but I wanted to know what they thought of it, ya know? This was the first time I'd asked Jeff about Bryce.
"Pretty gutsy," he answered.
"Ya think he lost any friends?"
Jeff shrugged, then said, "Maybe. Some guys are assholes."
Oh? Really. That's encouraging.
"If he was your friend, what would you do?"
"Nothing. I couldn't care less," he said cooly, then added with a laugh, "So long as he didn't try to convert me or something."
I joined his laugh, then asked, "So you'd stay his friend?"
"Sure. If one of the guys said he was a rump ranger, I'd be okay with it. So long as he didn't make a big deal about or something. Get all militant, like Mike Walker."
Mike Walker was now the LGB Club president and so outrageously flamingly gay that he turned me off even thinking about joining the LGB Club or hanging out with them at all. Everything he did, everything he talked about, was gay rights this and gay rights that and how oppressed gays were and how horrible homophobes were and on and on and on. Yet every gay guy and gal at school that was out was just fine and not being beaten up or threatened or anything. Most just went about their day and seemed perfectly fine. Except Mike Walker and his crony hag Jessica Bentley. They were always protesting and dressing wild and just pushing everyone away that wasn't as militant and outrageous as they were.
I had to agree.
"Yeah, that guy gives me the creeps," I said honestly.
"No shit. I mean, yeah, be gay, be as gay as you want, but don't be shoving it in my face every hour and every day, day after day. I don't shove my being straight in his face."
"So, I know you're not a homophobe or anything, but you'd really be fine with one of our friends coming out?"
He looked right at me, and for a second I thought he was going to tell me that he knew I was gay, or was going to ask me if I was.
Then he said, "My cousin Jenny is."
"Really?" I barked, shocked.
She was cool. Somewhere in her mid-twenties. Funny, a riot to be around, outgoing, and just one of the nicest people I'd ever met. She was over at Jeff's place at least once a month to visit. I really liked her. Now I might like her even more.
"Yeah. She told us about a year ago. So, yeah, I really don't care if someone's gay or lesbian or bi or whatever. Just so long as they don't bother me about it and act like I owe them something."
This was awesome! I almost felt like I could tell him!
No, I didn't.
"Yeah, I think I'd be okay with one of the guys being gay or whatever," I said. "Especially knowing Jen is."
"Kent Peters is in my Social Studies class. He sits right next to me. He's a pretty cool guy."
One of the out gay guys. Kind of cute, but not my type. Too skinny and beanpole. And I didn't like his boring brown hair and eyes.
"Cool," I grunted.
The phone rang. Damnit. It was Benny, the DM we were playing DnD with tomorrow, checking to make sure I was going to be there. I told him I was, and that Jeff was too.
"Benny checking in to make sure we'd be there," I told Jeff when I got back to my room.
"Cool. Tell him I was too?"
"Cool. Hey, should I make my cloak blue or black?"
And that was the end of our interesting conversation. For a while I forgot the gay thing and was just a guy again.
Then Jeff's guts gurgled. Loudly. Comically. Enough so that we both laughed. Then he got sort of serious and said, "I think..." Then he leaned toward me, aiming his ass the other way, and let out a fart that was close to record breaking. Geeze, we cracked up! I'll never forget that one! Then he said, "I think I gotta go destroy your toilet now."
As he walked through my door, he stopped, lifted a leg, and let out another ripper. Geeze!
He was gone for like twenty minutes. I was seriously considering going to check on him when he finally came back, looking a bit pale.
"I'm gonna go home and get some clean underwear," he laughed.
"Oh, man!" I laughed, then asked, "You really dropped tracks?"
"Man, something in the lunch at school today gave me the trots. I laid down a skid mark that would make a race car jealous!"
Want me to come with? If you're changing your underwear, I'd love to watch that!
Then I noticed a small white bundle in his hand.
"That them?" I asked, nodding toward his hand.
"Yeah. Gonna toss 'em."
"Well, go ahead. You can go commando for a while."
"And what do I sleep in?"
"I can lend you some new ones," I thought aloud.
I got up and went to my dresser and pulled out the open package of new briefs. I yanked out a pair and tossed them at him. He held them up and against his front side, checking size.
"I think they're kinda small," he said slowly.
"Try 'em on and see. If they don't fit, then you can head home for a pair. And you can toss yours in the kitchen trash can. The bags from Poppa's will cover 'em up later."
"Huh," he thought for a moment, then said, "Okay."
Then he walked out my bedroom door to trash his briefs and try on mine. Just a couple of moments later, to my utter shock, he stepped into my room, laid the new underwear on the top of my dresser, and dropped his jeans.
His t-shirt almost covered the view, but it was just short enough that everything from his pubes downward were fully exposed. And he didn't turn away, either. I saw everything! I got so hard so fast! It was painfully compressed in my underwear.
Oh, holy shit, was he endowed! It was hanging down, full and juicy and plump, but nowhere near hard. It was at least five or six inches, soft and dangling, and at least as thick as a bottle of Tapatio hot sauce. That's between two and three inches wide, if you don't know. Thick, even for a raging boner, frankly. The head was a beautiful pink, with a generous wrinkly skin behind it, and plump, prominent coronal edges. It was more blunt than pointed. And it hung down to well below his balls. Not that his balls didn't hang low, they did, it was just that his dong was so long. And he had those rare blond pubes! Not light brown, not dark-blond, but really blond. Sweet!
I watched as he stepped out of his jeans and everything swung and dangled, and as he stepped into my underwear. Oh, man! What a show!
My briefs were too tight. They were stretched to the limit, and I could see they were squeezing everything, including his waist.
He looked up at me, shrugged, and said, "Nope."
He stepped out of them. I watched everything swing and dangle again.
He stepped back into his jeans, zipped up carefully, buttoned up, then said, "I'll just go commando."
Wow! Fine with me!
"What about when we go to bed?" I asked.
"I can do commando."
Fine with me!
I made a note of the underwear he'd worn, and that he'd tossed them into the drawer. They'd be easy to pick out later.
We went back to working on our characters. Knowing he was sitting there with no underwear on, and the sight of his nakedness filling my mind's eye, I stayed hard the entire time.
I couldn't help myself. I'd seen the most amazing cock! I had to talk about it!
"So, um, Jeff?"
"Yeah?" he replied, still filling in a color on his character and not looking up from doing that.
"Um, I gotta ask, man. Just how big is that thing?"
He looked up now, a questioning look on his face. Then his expression turned a bit, and he asked, "You mean my dick?"
I swallowed, and said, "Uh, yeah. I mean, it's freaking huge."
He laughed, then said, "I know. I'm blessed, right?"
"Dude! It wasn't even boned, but it was bigger than mine hard!"
He laughed, then said, "Eight inches."
"Yeah. Almost exactly. Maybe a bit less, but, you know, it's hard to make an exact measurement."
I laughed and agreed, "It's hard to find the actual base, yeah."
"Yeah," he laughed.
"So, like, when did it get so huge?"
"I don't know. It just started growing and got to this size."
"Wow. I wish I had a massive member like yours."
He laughed a bit, then said, "So, uh, how big is yours?"
"Six inches, at most. Pretty average."
"Ah. You don't have the superior genes of the Vikings," he laughed.
That was an old joke, but now it had a new connotation.
He was looking right at me. It was like he could read my mind. He rolled his awesome blue eyes, and then said, "You wanna see it fully boned up, right?"
I was so shocked that I didn't even reply. I didn't know how to reply. Of course I did! I was about to ask. But... oh, shit. I mean...
"I'll show you, but you won't tell anyone, will you?"
"No! You think I want anyone to know you showed me your boner in private?"
"Dude, I so promise I'm not going to tell someone you showed me. Promise."
He put his papers aside, stood up, faced directly at me, unbuttoned, unzipped, and dropped his jeans. He was so close I could have reached out and touched it. I so wanted to!
Holy cripes, it was magnificent. Those light-blond pubes were just beautiful. Up close, I could see all the fine, little details. The lines on his fat, juicy head, the wrinkles in the soft skin behind it, the veins along the shaft. And the fine, light hairs on his sack.
And then it began growing, thickening, rising upward. Without even touching it! Wow! I watched it throb upward with every beat of his heart. Bigger, longer, thicker... shit! It was astounding! The wrinkled skin behind his fat head stretched into a semi-smooth, reddish area.
When it got to horizontal, it looked at least seven inches already. And so thick! It must have been as big around as the handle of a tennis racket!
It throbbed upward until it was pointing almost forty-five degrees upward, and bounced softly there. I could see the long slit in the end of it, slightly reddish. The sort of egg-shape it had in cross section - wider along the topside, narrower beneath. I could see the cleft in the corona on the underside. I could see the thick tube running from mid-area of the reddish circumcision area behind the head all the way down to vanish into the skin of his sack. His balls were nice and big and hung down a good ways.
I even noticed how smooth and firm and nice his thighs were.
I just stared. I didn't want to say anything, afraid it would end the spell and he'd pull his jeans back up, taking away the view of a lifetime.
Though, eventually, I unintentionally sighed, "Wow."
He stood there with his hands on his hips and didn't say a word, or move an inch. He just let me stare. I was so grateful!
And I was so hard! It was really painfully compressed down there.
Then I caught a wiff. Sort of spicy, kind of musky, almost earthy. Oh, God.
His wonder-cock bobbed gently, begging me to lean forward and take it into my mouth.
Thankfully Jeff chose that moment to pull his jeans up. I was let down, but also glad that the temptation was gone. I watched as he fought it into the confines of his jeans. He pressed it up against his skin, along and above his pubes, and carefully zipped up.
I could still smell it.
He sat down, and said, "Satisfied?"
"Dude!" I gasped softly. "That is one amazing dork!"
He grinned, blushed a bit darker, and picked up his papers.
God, my dick was throbbing! I almost headed to the bathroom! You know, to take care of it. But that seemed so big a giveaway. So I suffered the most painful boner of all time, until it finally went down.
The rest of the night was pretty normal. Mom got home just before Dad did, and a few minutes later the pre-ordered pizzas arrived from Poppa's.
We were watching the horror movie later, when Jeff decided it was time to lay down the sleeping bag and stretch out on the floor. My folks were in bed by then. I stretched out on my bed. We watched the movie. It wasn't a classic, but it was good enough to hold our attention.
When it ended, Jeff took off his shirt, then asked me if I could turn off the light. I said, "Sure," and did. In the light of the television, I saw him take off his jeans. I saw his entire naked body in the flickering glow. Well, I saw his right side and his backside. Still, a great view!
I blew a total boner, of course. I took off my shirt, then my jeans. I made sure I kept my right leg crooked out in front to hide my boner if he turned around and looked at me.
After the horror movie was an old sci-fi flick. Lots of chicks in tight, skimpy outfits and lots of boobs. I saw him adjust himself at least a half-dozen times. Maybe he was more than adjusting, I don't know. But it was thrilling!
We started talking sexy stuff, fueled by the chicks in the cheesy old sci-fi flick. Was pussy actually tight or not? Did it get floppy after she had a kid? What did it actually smell like? Fish? Really? What did it taste like? What did it feel like? Did spitting in your fist and jacking off really feel like pussy? What did a blow-job feel like? Would you let an ugly chick blow you?
We agreed we would.
That was when I saw an opportunity.
"Would you let a gay guy blow you?"
He thought for a moment, then said, "I don't know Maybe. But only if I knew the guy. Not just some random gay dude."
"Any of the guys at school?" I asked.
"No. Not really. I mean, if I had a bad enough case of blue-balls, and couldn't beat off, and the guy asked to... I guess. Maybe." Then he added, "But not Mike Walker!"
I laughed and said, "I wouldn't let Mike Walker even see me naked, let alone touch me, if we were the last two people on Earth. He gives me the heebie-jeebies."
"No doubt!" he agreed. Then asked, "What about you?"
"Would you let one of the gay guys at school blow you?"
I pretended to think about it as long as he seemed to have, then said, "I guess so. So long as no one could find out about it." I was trying to figure out a way to get him to let me blow him, and I asked, "What about a straight friend?"
"What about one?" he asked.
Then he rolled over onto his back, exposing his naked front to the flickering light of the television. He crossed his ankles and put his hands behind his head.
Oh, wow. I could see just enough to tell he wasn't totally soft. At least, I didn't think he was totally soft. It was hard to tell, he had such nice big dick anyway. But it was laying across his lower abdomen, over his pubes, slightly bent to his right.
"Uh, would you let a straight friend blow you?"
Only on hearing myself say it that second time did I realize how much of a loaded question it was!
"Why would a straight guy want to blow a guy anyway?" he asked, looking up toward me.
"I don't know. Just asking," I tried to cover.
He looked at me for a few moments, then said, "If he was a really good friend, I think I would. I mean, a mouth is a mouth, and all, right? Doesn't mean you're gay if you let a gay guy suck you off. Does it?"
I was starting to shake. This was getting intense.
"No. I don't think so. I mean, being gay is not liking girls. It's liking guys like most guys like girls. So just because you got a blow-job from a guy, a gay guy or a straight guy, that don't make you gay. No. You'll still like girls, right? It won't change that."
"Yeah, I don't think so either."
I saw his dick move. It straightened out just a bit, and seemed to get just a bit longer. Was he getting a boner? Was it the talk about getting a blow-job?
"Uh, would you give a guy a blow-job?" I dared to ask.
I could just barely tell that his brow wrinkled a bit as he thought, then he said, "Uhhh, I don't know. I don't think so. I mean, letting a guy suck my dick is one thing, but sucking a dick? I mean, that's almost really gay."
"Is it? Even if it's just to see what it's like? Experimenting, like in Health Class."
"Hmmm. Maybe. Just to see, ya know? So I could say I've done just about everything. And if it was someone cool. Somebody I knew a lot, and liked a lot. Not just some guy."
"So, only if it was, like, experimenting with a really good friend?"
"Yeah, I guess so. Would you?"
I pretended to think again, then said, "I would if he was blowing me. Not if it was just me blowing him. I guess. And he'd have to be a really good friend."
"Yeah, you'd have to trust him enough he wouldn't tell everyone, ya know?"
"Yeah! For sure!"
There was this long silence as we just looked at each other in the near-darkness. The brightness of a commercial exposed that he was pretty boned up. The fact that he was laying there like that, letting me see it, spurred the hope and fantasy and possibility. So I asked, "Would you ever let me blow you? You know, if we were doing it to each other?"
I heard this soft sigh from him, and I saw his big dick twitch and bob and end up lifting up off his body to raise it's fat head into the air just an inch or so.
This discussion was actually and really turning him on! And he was letting see that it was!
"Can I tell you something?" he asked all serious as he propped himself up on his elbows.
Oh, shit! What?
"Uh, okay, sure. What?"
"Well..." he took a long pause, then said, "A couple years ago, I sort of started thinking that... maybe... you're gay."
I was so stunned that I didn't even deny it immediately.
"Don't get me wrong!" he went on. "If you aren't, sorry and shit. It's just... you know how it is. You really get to know your best friends. Right? And, well, there's just some things you've said and things you've done the last couple of years that, well, sort of made me think maybe you are."
Again, I should have denied it immediately, but I was so stunned!
"So, if you're not, sorry. But, if you are, just know I'm cool with it. Honest. You know my cousin Jen is and I'm cool with her. I'd be cool with it if you were. It wouldn't change anything. Okay?"
I tried to stammer out a denial, but... well, it was like something was keeping me from denying it. But I was in no way ready to admit it, either. So I stammered out, "Uh, dude, like, no. No way. I was just asking some dumb questions, is all."
"Oh. Okay. That's cool. It's just... if you were... you know... I'd be cool with... um... experimenting... with you. That's all I want to say. Okay?"
My mind raced.
"Well, you know, straight guys experiment."
"Yeah, they do," he agreed.
Could I make this happen? My mind raced furiously. How far do I try? What do I say?
Finally, an angle.
"Um, it's just... I really wonder what it's like having a dick the size of a ring sausage."
We both laughed.
So I went on with, "I'm kind of curious to see what it feels like. You know, in my hand."
And in my mouth! And up my ass! Oh, please! At least hand-jobs!
He got up off the floor, waved at me to scoot back, which I did, then he laid down on the bed next to me.
"Roll on your back," he said softly, yet almost commandingly.
I did. He reached over and put his hand on my lap. Right on my throbbing dick. Then he felt it out. He grasped it, stroked it a bit through my briefs, and then cupped my balls.
He whispered, "Go ahead. If you want to."
My hand flew to his dick. It felt like a warm, soft, smooth racket grip. I had it about midway along its length. A gentle, experimental stroke seemed to require an entire foot of movement of my hand! Then I had his soft head in my grip. Oh, wow. His dick felt at least twice as big as mine!
He pushed my underwear down, and I wriggled my legs out of them. He grasped my throbbing dick and gave it a few slow strokes. Oh, shit! I felt those tingles and waves of impending orgasm almost immediately! I grabbed his hand with my free hand and held it still, hoping I didn't blow off. Thankfully it subsided just as quickly as it rose up.
"If you don't want to do this that's okay," he whispered.
"No!" I said too quickly and too firmly. "I mean, it's just..." What? I couldn't think of anything else to say for why I'd stopped his hand from stroking me, so I admitted, "It was just... I was going to. You know. Finish."
"Oh. Okay. If you get there again, tell me, I'll stop for a while."
"Okay. You too. Okay?"
So we lay back and stroked each other. It was glorious! His dick felt so enormous in my hand. It was like stroking the entire length of a baseball bat. It was the most exciting and awesome thing I'd ever done!
A couple of times we both asked the other to stop before we went off. Once I almost didn't say anything in time, and I ended up leaking a bit. But by then we'd both gotten slick and slippery with pre-cum anyway, so I don't think he noticed.
Oh, man! The pre-cum! Feeling his thick, soft head covered with his warm, slippery pre-cum was just fucking amazing. It made his head feel so smooth. And it felt great having his hand working my wet, slick head too.
This was fantastic, but there was something more I was busting to do. He'd seemed open to it, so I asked. I was so fucking nervous!
"So, um, you wanna see what head feels like?"
"Hell yes," he answered, no doubt in his voice.
"Should we do a sixty-nine and do it at the same time?" he asked.
"Oh, great idea!"
So I quickly flipped ends. We had to move around a bit, but we ended up on our sides, my legs bent at the knees to accommodate the headboard. And then I had his massive member in my face!
I could smell it! That smell of spices, musk, and something earthy. Wonderful!
We held onto each other's dicks for a few seconds. I think we were both afraid to do it first. Then I felt a soft, warm sensation on the head of my dick. It was something! Just... wow! It slid downward to include half the length of my dick. Then... he must have started sucking then, because the pleasure level exploded beyond anything I'd ever experienced before. A deep, soft, exquisite tugging sensation began in the base of my dick, which grew to include the base above my balls, and then even my balls.
Then, almost too late, I gasped, "I'm cumming!" I was so worried I was shooting my wad all over his face! But there was no way to stop it. I was blowing the wad of all wads! It felt like my balls were collapsing and forcing every last sperm cell in them to evacuate in pulse after pulse of intense pressure and pleasure and intensity. All my muscles and nerves were firing as I unloaded like never before. My hips were out of my control, and were thrusting in time with my orgasm. Nothing I could do about it!
It seemed to take ages, yet it seemed to be over far too quickly, too.
I was nearly panting as I came back to normal.
"Dude!" he hissed.
He didn't sound mad, which surprised me, but more amazed.
"What?" I asked, still afraid that I'd covered his face with jizz.
"I didn't know a guy could shoot that much! Or that hard!"
I could just see the shining reflection of light from strings of fluid on his chest and shoulder. I'd barely missed his face by inches. Some was in the hollow of his neck. It didn't look like that much, but it did look like a good amount, for sure.
"You better change your blanket," he laughed.
I felt it, and found a massive amount of wet spots. I really had blown a massive wad!
"Can I get something to wipe this off?" he asked.
I got off the bed and thought of those new underwear he'd tried on. I gave them to him. As he wiped my cum off his chest I admired his continuing erection and the rest of his body. I wasn't as horny as before, but I was in no way not going to blow him. Nu-uh.
When he was satisfied with the state of his chest, I took the briefs and tossed them on top of my dirty laundry. I intended to retrieve them later. After all, they had Jeff's splooge on them!
The moment I released them and saw they was going to land true, I turned to him and said, "You ready?"
"Hell yeah," he laughed.
He rolled onto his back. I stretched out on my front, bent at an angle so I could hover above his lap, propped myself up on my elbows, one to either side of his hips, and then grasped that massive meat. It was dripping from the tip, so I opened my mouth and took it in. The taste of his pre-jizz exploded in my mouth. It was surprisingly bitter, but I didn't care. I was going to suck his cock if it tasted like rotten vegetables. Thankfully it didn't. It tasted like salt and sugar and bitter almonds. Not bad at all, really.
As I began to slide up and down as much of his massive dick as I could take, I began to really love the taste of it. The smell was even better!
I heard him sigh, or gasp, or something. I hoped that meant I was doing it well. I began to do everything I'd heard felt good to a guy when he was being sucked. I used my tongue all over it, I sucked hard and soft and between, and I used my lips all around and all over it. Everything I'd heard about.
His gasps and sighs told me I was doing it at least good. He began to thrust his hips. I worked with his movements as best as I could.
Damn, that thing was thick! My jaw was pressed almost to its limits to keep my teeth clear. I took as much of its length as I could, but it was barely over half of it. Any more and I'd gag.
"Nick? Can you do that thing with your tongue some more?"
I thought, this thing? And I cradled his fat cock with my tongue as I slid up and down and sucked.
"Oh, yeah, that feels amazing!" he sighed.
Then, "Oh, man, that's gonna make me cum!"
His massive cock flexed in my mouth, almost like it was alive.
I felt a wave of pre-cum wash over my tongue, and then I tasted it.
No! Not so soon!
I lifted my head and let his wonder-meat fall from my mouth.
"Oh, man!" he groaned. "I was almost there!"
He reached for his cock, as if he were going to stroke it himself.
"Patience, my boy," I mimicked. "The longer it takes, the better the result."
"Dude!" he laughed. "Go for it! Want me to warn you next time too?"
"Yup. And the next. Until you can't fucking stand it again," I told him, then went back down on him.
This time I remembered to use my hand along his shaft, and I played with his heavy balls, too. Man, they felt great! The word pendulous came to mind as I rolled them around in my hand.
"Okay, I'm about to," he sighed after maybe two minutes.
I sucked a bit as I pulled up and away, then held it steady with my other hand.
"Don't move!" he hissed. Then, "So close!"
His body trembled all over, and I felt his dick quiver in my fist. His balls even moved on their own! It was all so... so neat!
After a few breaths, he sighed, "Okay."
There was a nice bubble of pre-cum waiting at his hole, and I sucked and swallowed it gratefully. So good!
Now I dared to slip a finger free from playing with his nuts to explore behind them. It was so warm and moist and soft back there. I could feel his thick urethra just under the surface. What a thrill!
He began moving his hips up and down again.
I pressed down with my arms where I could, to hold him still, and then concentrated on his head. Just his head. Just his fat, juicy, plump, velvety head. Oh, wow, how wonderful that head felt on my tongue. So amazingly soft and satiny. So squishy. And the salty-sweet juice flowed freely.
"That, feels, amazing!" he sighed.
He sounded so happy and... just so happy! That made me feel great, knowing I was giving him so much pleasure. I doubled my efforts.
I tried this thing I'd seen in one of the rare videos I'd seen online at Matt's. Not everyone had a computer back then, and porn online was hard to find back then, especially videos.
I sucked his head, and then popped my mouth off of it suddenly. He gasped and laughed. I slowly slid my lips over the very tip, letting the head spread them wider as I slid further down over it. Soft and wet lips, for sure. I sucked as soon as my lips had been parted, and kept slowly sliding downward, over his head. The soft velvetiness of it was just pure awesome. When I had the whole fat head in my mouth, I bathed it with my soft, wet tongue.
"Oh, Jesus! Nick! That's... that's fucking... oh... yeah!"
He sucked in a loud hissing breath and shivered all over.
Yes! I knew that had to feel as good as it had looked.
I felt his legs squirming all over the bed as he sighed and groaned this cute, "Uhngh!"
I kept there, working just his head with my mouth and stroking his long length with my left hand, holding his balls with my right hand, and stroking his taint with a finger.
"Awww! Let me cum this time! Please!"
I grunted, "Close?"
Even though my mouth was full of his meat, he understood, and said, "Yes! Getting so close! Don't stop! Please!"
He made small thrusts with his hips as his legs continued to nearly thrash across the surface of my bed. I felt a quivering wave behind his balls with that finger, then I felt his balls tug upward just a bit.
"Awww, yes, I'm going to!"
His voice was constricted and tight, like most of his entire body.
I bobbed, moving my lips across the sensitive skin of his coronal edges, sucking, licking his hole and head with my tongue, stroked him with my hand, massaged his balls, and rubbed his thick tube behind his sack.
My body felt as if I were being given head! It was tingling and full of electric thrills! My dick was back to fully hard, too, and almost aching for some attention itself. I thrust my hips, dragging my hard-on across the bed. So good! I might cum again!
"Oh, yes, please don't stop!" he grunted. "I'm almost there!"
I felt a movement behind his balls, his body shook, and then he pulled on my shoulders, saying, "Here it comes!"
He tried to lift me off his cock, but I resisted. I kept sucking, licking, fondling, stroking, rubbing his taint. He pulled harder. I resisted harder. I was not going to miss out on sucking him all the way off and tasting his cum. No way! In that moment I didn't think about or cared what he thought of that fact.
"Cum-m-m-m-ing!" he croaked, his body going so intensely tense that he felt like a stiff board beneath me.
His legs slammed together, trapping my hand and his balls between his thighs. Something behind his balls pulsed, then his balls tugged, then his dick flexed, and then, in a sort of concert of movement, all those movements went into rapid repetition. Pulse behind his balls, surging pressure in his urethra behind his balls, his balls tugged, his cock flexed, and I felt his cum splash into the back of my mouth.
Thick, gooey, salty, bitter. Yum!
Pulse behind his balls, surging pressure in his urethra behind his balls, his balls tugged, his cock flexed, and I felt his cum splash into the back of my mouth. Yum!
My mouth was full of it!
I swallowed as fast as I could.
Again, pulse behind his balls, surging pressure in his urethra behind his balls, his balls tugged, his cock flexed, and I felt his cum splash into the back of my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could.
Four, five, six...
All with full blasts of hot, warm cum into my mouth. I swallowed each as fast as I could.
Yes, I counted!
Seven, eight, nine...
Not so much cum now, but full movements of every part of his body. And the thrusting on my own hips dragging my cock across the bed brought me off. Hard! My legs locked, my back locked, my breath stopped, and then I was pumping hot lava into my bed cover!
Ten, eleven, twelve...
Softer movements now, except his big dick was thrashing wildly, barely any other movements, really, and no cum that I noticed.
There were three more, making fifteen convulsions, when Jeff grabbed my head and yanked it upward.
His cock left my mouth with a loud, wet pop.
"Oh my God!" he panted almost too loudly.
I'd swallowed Jeff's wad! All of it! And I'd cum without jacking it. I felt like a superhero!
I still held his throbbing cock in my hand, though it was quickly softening. The fat, juicy head was purple! His cum and my spit rolled down all sides of it into my fist. I could feel his pulse in it as it slackened. My other hand was still trapped between his warm, quivering thighs. He soon released that hand by relaxing his legs. He let go of my head. I raised it a bit more to see better. I toyed with his balls and gently stroked most of the length of his cock. He let me for a few seconds, sort of giggling, then removed my hands from his cock and his balls.
"Holy shit!" he sighed, finally.
"Pretty good?" I asked.
"Fuck yes!" he hissed. "That was the best ever thing I've ever felt. Ever!"
He looked at me, grinning, braces showing, and asked, "Would you think it was gay if I wanted to do it again?"
So, yeah, we did it again after that. Not that night, or even that weekend. And not very often, as he was straight and all, but, hell, I gave enthusiastic blow-jobs, ya know?
I'd guess we blew each other about once a month, sometimes more, all through the rest of high school. He only swallowed a couple times, just to see what it was like. I loved it. It was so much better when you pumped your load into a warm, wet, soft mouth. We got to where we could cum at about the same time almost every time.
He asked several times, and I finally said, "Yeah, I'm gay."
We were too dorky to get girls, so it wasn't a big deal I didn't date any. Jeff tried, and did get a few dates with a dorky chick senior year, but no action. So he'd come over after those dates all horny and boned and I'd take care of him as he took care of me.
The summer after we graduated we did it a lot more often. Pretty much at least once a week, if not two or three times. Right up until the day he left for college. That last night, he fucked me. I'd been asking him if he wanted to for quite a while. He didn't. But, now we were splitting up and we didn't know what would come, so he decided he'd at least get something like some pussy before he went to college out of state. I'm telling you, it took an entire tube of lube to get that thing in my ass! It hurt like hell, too, at first, but I told him it didn't. By the time he unloaded in me, it was feeling pretty good. I probably ruined a dozen pair of underwear after that stretching.
After that, we met up when we could on school breaks and such, but we never did it again.
I stayed in town and went to the local tech school. I liked electronics and studied it there for three years and got an Associate's degree before moving on to my bachelor's degree at the state college. There, I met Andy and fell for his BS. I got used, big time. But at least I realized it and got rid of him. Eventually I met Clark. Love at last! But we ended up going separate ways when we graduated. Damn. I ended up designing electronics for a manufacturer in California. I'm still there. I'm in a relationship of seven years now with a totally great guy. Happy as hell.
Jeff got his degree in Astronomy and went to work at a radio telescope doing research. We kept in touch for the most part. He lost his virginity at 24 to a chick he met at a bar. He met the right girl a few years later and got married and had some kids. He eventually got a Master's and another degree and now runs a multi-telescope facility.