I guess it was natural we should have been friends. 'Farm boy' and 'Pig boy' were a natural match if you live in a suburb of a major city. We lived in a suburb of Chicago, me in Brookfield and him in Riverside. We both went to Riverside-Brookfield High School. Back then (the late 60's) Riverside was an affluent white collar suburb and Brookfield was strictly blue collar. A great place to grow up, but it made for a strange mix of kids in the local high school.
I spent my summers working at my grandparents pig farm. It gave my truck driver Dad and my Mom some quality time together and I really liked the farm. Bobby grew up on a ranch in Texas. Thing was, it was a ranch with a lot of oil. Bobby's Dad was an oil man, but Bobby was more comfortable with his rancher grandparents.
Me' I was a skinny kid. 5'8', 130 pounds soaking wet. I wasn't too popular, but far from an outcast by any means. I liked wrestling and swimming, even had a nice four pack. Bobby was new to the area, tall (to me) about 6'1' at 17, maybe 180 pounds. At this point, I'd never seen him without his shirt, but I got the idea he was a bit on the muscular side. He had light brown hair, slightly buck teeth with a little gap. I thought he was really cute.
Yeah, I liked guys. At that point I really thought I was the only guy who felt that way. The papers sometimes talked about 'pervert's or 'degenerate's who wanted to be women, but that wasn't me, so I thought I was something different. Maybe I was a homosexual, a guy who liked guys. I never could find much information about them though. This was pre Internet and you did NOT ask the librarian to check out those kinds of books.
And Bobby was cute. He had this goofy sense of humor, and we both liked the same things, so when we first met, we hit it off immediately. Bobby and I spent a lot of time together. I was working with the school Drama Club (Masque and Wigg). Bobby helped out a lot, but he wasn't really into the theatre thing. Mostly he was helping me out. He used to drive me home after rehearsals. We'd drive places or walk around the town a lot, usually at night and talk about deep things, like the war in Viet Nam or the civil rights movement. One night that discussion led to a big revelation on my part. I told him I thought there should be civil right for everyone. Even for homosexuals. I even admitted to him that I had a crush on a guy we both knew. He asked me a lot of questions after that. Like had I ever 'done' anything with a guy and what would I want to 'do' with a guy' I knew what I'd like to try, but God I couldn't tell Bobby that.
One Friday, after school, I had my first experienced with another guy. A friend of mine from the local Boy Scout Troop came over to my house and he talked me into masturbating with him. We both ended up naked with him straddling my legs and our cum mixing on my stomach.
The next day I was confused, upset, guilty and really feeling like scum. I'd watched another guy jack off! I liked it! I kept remembering the sounds he made as he came, the feel of his balls brushing my dick, how beautiful the cum looked as it shot out of the slit in his dick, how my cum mixed with his on my stomach. I was obsessing on the memory and the guiltiest part of it all' After he left, I tasted the cum we left on my socks.
The next day Bobby and I were supposed to go on a hike. I rode my bike to his house in Riverside, but while he was packing up I begged off. I told him I wasn't up to it. He really wanted to go, but eventually let me off the hook when he realized how upset I was. We shared a coke in almost total silence. He tried to get me to tell him why I was so upset. When that didn't work, he asked if I'd like to go to the river. We walked the block to the Des Plaines river (really a brook or a large creek) in silence and watched the water for about ten minutes.
'I had sex with Terry yesterday. He jacked off on my stomach and I came at the same time. I tasted his cum.'
'Were you both naked'?
'Yeah.'
'Did you like it'?
'Yeah.'
Another long silence followed. Then we finally headed back to his house. At this point I knew I'd never see him again. Our friendship couldn't survive my confession.
When we got back to his house we were silent for a time. I was trying to get up the nerve to leave. I knew Bobby wanted me to and just was too nice to say it. Then something funny happened. Bobby poured us a coke and started talking, trying to reassure me. It didn't matter he said. Guys do weird things all the time. We were still friends. He didn't feel any different about me, we were best buddies. Then he started joking with me. It took a while, but his goofy sense of humor finally got to me. We were laughing and talking like always.
He asked me to help him out back moving a bunch of wood from the garage to a pile outside his house. When we were finished, Bobby started laughing.
'Dang! I smell like a hot horse. I gotta take a bath.'
' 'K. I'll head home.'
'Naw, hang a few minutes. I won't be long. I'll put your bike in the car and drive you home. You clean up and we'll go grab a burger.
He went into the bathroom and left the door open. I sat on the floor out in the hall and we were talking a bit. I heard him undressing and easing into the tub. We talked a little, but things seemed different. There was a couple of minute's silence, then I realized I didn't hear the sounds of Bobby cleaning up.
I tried to make a joke, 'What's taking so long' You need help'?
I just barely heard him reply, 'Well, you could wash my back.'
I walked in the bathroom, nervously. Bobby was in the tub and I was desperately trying to keep looking at his eyes. I could still see he was much more muscular than I had thought. There was a nice dusting of brown hair over his Pecs. A slight treasure trail led down from his navel to the strategically placed washrag.
Bobby turned his back to the rim of the tub and handed me the washrag and soap. I knelt down beside the tub, soaped the rag and started washing at his shoulders. The room was quiet except for the soft splash of the water. His foot slipped and a small splash went over the tub rim.
'Why don't you take your clothes of Jerry' You don't want them to get wet.'
I stood and slowly started to take my clothes off, when I realized Bobby was looking at me in the blurred reflection of the bathroom tiles. I'm not usually shy. I've got about 6.5 inches, kinda thick, circumcised but not very hairy. Wrestling and swimming make me pretty muscular, but knowing (or hoping) what was coming made me very uncomfortable.
'Go ahead, Jerry, its okay.'
I finished stripping and knelt by the tub again. I rubbed the washrag slowly across Bobby'' back for a few seconds, then I stopped and dropped the rag. I started rubbing my soap coated hands on his back. Softly, I rubbed his slippery shoulders, the middle of his back, his sides, all the while feeling the surprisingly hard muscles. Then his hands came up and firmly gripped my wrists. He slid my hands around to his chest. I leaned forward and rested my cheek on his shoulder and kissed the slippery skin. I felt his hard Pecs and the soft hair that covered them.
Bobby pulled my hands off his chest and submerged to his neck in the water. Then, as I sat back on my heels, he stood and turned towards me.
His dick was awesome. It was at least seven inches long and thick. He was uncircumcised and just the tip was showing as it pointed straight out from his body towards me. I watched the water dripping off his balls. They weren't huge, but they fit the size of his dick. They hung down from his crotch almost hairless. His legs had very little hair.
I put my hands on the rim of the tub and rose up to my knees, putting my face on a level with Bobby's magnificent dick. He rested his hand on my hair and ruffled it lightly. The reddish tip emerging from the folded skin around it had all my attention. I saw a drop of milky fluid ooze from the lips of Bobby's piss slit. The lips looked swollen. I kissed those lips and tasted the sweet/sour flavor of Bobby the first time. Bobby's soft sigh and the dripping of water from his body into the tub were the only sounds. His hand clenched in my hair as I moved my head forward and slid his foreskin off the head of his dick with my lips and ran my tongue around the head. Bobby's hand gripped my hair tightly.
'Let's go to my bedroom.'
We walked down the short hall to his room, his hand on my lower back felt so incredibly hot. I was thinking about wet footprints on the rug and appreciating, as I usually didn't how much taller Bobby was. We sat on the edge of the bed and Bobby turned, pulling me to him as he kissed me for the first time. His lips were open and his tongue slid into my mouth investigating it like a snake in a cave. His arms wrapped around me holding me close and I felt his chest heaving against mine. One of his hands was on the back of my head as if he was afraid I'd try to escape. That was the furthest thing from my mind. I loved the feel of his face against me, the slight scrape of his beard stubble against my lips.
His hands slid under my armpits, I felt his body surge as he slid me onto the bed. He knelt on the bed, his knees between mine, he pressed his body against mine, forcing me into the mattress as his enormous cock ground into mine. I'm not a passive sort of guy. I was a really good wrestler and a highly competitive swimmer. I didn't let anyone dominate me until now. I enjoyed Bobby taking charge, his strength, his urgency.
I felt his arms go under my legs and grab my shoulders lifting my butt off the mattress. His mouth surrounded my balls and I felt his tongue wrapping around them, his spit running between the crack of my butt. He slid his tongue up the length of my dick, finding the head and began sucking it, running his tongue, investigating the slit, teasing my dick lips, then back to my balls, rolling them, sucking them, licking them. Then he started on my butt. GOD!! I didn't know my butt could feel that way!
His tongue licked my butt hole, lapped at it, and penetrated it. I was in ecstasy! I was crying and sobbing and laughing. I'm surprised the neighbors didn't call the cops. I almost groaned as his hungry mouth abandoned my butt for my balls, then my dick. He swallowed it in one plunge, the head lodging in the back of his throat, and then continuing on into the tightest space it had ever experienced' and that includes my fist. His fingers kept my balls away from the base of my dick as his head bobbed up and down on my dick. I tried to push him off. I didn't want to cum in his mouth, I was afraid he'd hate me, but he wouldn't stop! He kept massaging my dick with his throat, running his tongue over the shaft until my dick exploded with the biggest cum of my life. I think I blacked out as the cum exploded out of my dick like water out of a fire hose.
When my brain finally started to function again, I felt Bobby nibbling on the skin between my balls and my leg as his fingers lightly pinched my nipples. His nails began to lightly scratch my sides. He moved his lips to my chest and sucked on my nipples, lightly bit at them, then to my neck as he sucked and bit at the muscles. That was when I felt the shaft of his cock sliding over my butt hole, lubricated by his spit. I guess that was the first time I realized that I was going to get one of my nebulous fantasies sharpened into reality.
Bobby moved fast then, dropping my legs and putting his knees under my armpits. His dick was standing out in front of my mouth, just where I wanted it. I used my hand to slide his foreskin back and slid his dick into my mouth. The taste was wonderful! Sweet, sour, and surprisingly slippery. As I sucked it further into my mouth I realized it was still pumping small amounts of fluid, good tasting fluid. When the huge head of Bobby's dick hit the back of my throat I was surprised as it opened and formed a tight sleeve to caress his dick. The feeling in my throat was awesome, but the feeling in my head, the thought I was giving his dick the best feeling possible was even better.
'That's it Baby, get it real wet.'
He pulled his dick out of my mouth and I watch my saliva run down his shaft and drip off his balls onto my chin. I heard him fumbling in the headboard, then saw his hand spreading something on his dick. I guess it was Vaseline. He groaned deep in his throat. For just a second, I was afraid he'd cum before I got what, at this point, I wanted more than I'd ever wanted anything. I wanted that awesome cock inside me.
Bobby scooted down and put his elbows under my knees. He raised my up and I felt him position the head of his huge dick on my butt hole. He pushed, gently at first, then with more force as my hole resisted. Then I opened up, welcoming his hard shaft into my butt. I guess I should have been afraid or nervous or anticipating pain or something. All I was anticipating was the feeling of being full of Bobby's hard dick.
Bobby liked what was happening to. 'Oh, Jerry, your ass feels so good, it's like I've died and gone to heaven. Is it good for you Baby' Do you like it' Can I fuck you' Can I spill my cum into your sweet ass. Do you like my big dick up inside you?
What! Bobby never swore! But each time he said one of these course phrases, he slammed that wonderful dick into me harder and harder. And, surprise, surprise, it was making me feel so hot! His words and the feel of his dick sliding over something inside me was making me feel so good!
'God Bobby! Fuck me! Slam that big dick inside me! Cum inside me, breed me like your mare, Cowboy!'
He rolled me over and I was sitting on his dick, impaled on his big spike. He kept thrusting it up inside me. At one point he stopped and I started fucking myself on his dick. I stopped and sat down hard on him and started rotating my butt, feeling his cock move inside me.
He rolled me off his dick.
'NO!'
He rolled me on my hands and knees and slammed his cock back inside me. I actually howled with pleasure. 'Oh Bobby fuck me! Cum inside me! I want to feel your sperm running out my ass!'
'Baby you got it! I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll feel my dick in the back of your throat! You're going to think of me every time you sit down! I'm going to fill your ass with my cum.'
Bobby fucked me fast and slow, hard and soft, his sweat dripped on my back, he bent over and chewed on my neck. I knew I'd have marks from his teeth and probably bruises from his hands. The whole idea turned me on even more. I wanted everyone to know I was his.
'Here it comes, Baby, here's my sperm to fill you up. You're mine now Jerry, You're MINE!'
I actually felt his sperm pour into me, spasm after spasm until it was running out of my ass and dripping off my balls. At the same time, I started to cum again. Every time I spurted, my ass spasmed and it dragged a 'Fuck' out of Bobby.
'Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!'
We lay there in the sweaty sheets, breathing hard, slowly cooling off.
'Bobby, you've done this before, haven't you?'
'Yeah, Baby, but never like this. Would you like to do it to me?'
'No. At least not for about ten minutes.'
That was the beginning of my senior year in High School. Bobby and I were an item for the whole year until he moved with his family back to Texas. I missed him and thought about him for years.
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