True? Fiction? You decide.
Bobby was three grades behind me in the small county high school that was about 10 miles south of Fort Lee where we lived with our moms and Army dads. I was an active junior into all types of activities with as many friends as anyone could possibly handle. We were both thin and lanky. Of course I was taller than he was but we both had similar brunette hair and hazel eyes. We were too far apart in age and grade to really be classified as friends of any sort. Our parents were friends however and they would congregate at our larger house on post from time to time eating dinner and playing cards into the night. He was an only child and my brother was off in college elsewhere in the state. He had little choice but to tag along with his parents when they came to visit. After the meal, we were never invited to play cards. That relegated us to go hang out in the back of the house together. I always tried to be friendly and social despite our age differences. He too seemed to enjoy my company.
I had not been sexual with anyone, male or female in high school. I had too much popularity to risk anyone learning of my love for guys. In my previous school when I was in junior high, I was naive and curious and had my first experiences in male to male sex of sorts. Most of those events rate a separate story perhaps but they were of simple things and exploration. The first time was my friend James who was in French class with me and sat in the back of the class. We also lived in the same housing complex. My first time doing anything sexual at all was in the back of the French class separated from others by rows of empty chairs and a teacher very involved in her teaching "J'entre la salle de classe. Je place mon crayon sur la table." She was oblivious to us and the desks that had been conveniently pushed right beside each other as to be hugging.
We'd been quietly goofing around in the back of the class and something made us grope our own crotch through the jeans we had on. We silently laughed at each other. As we kept doing it, being a pubescent boy of about 13, my cock grew to its full firmness. I rarely needed any excuse to get hard. So, playfully, I grasped the cock in my jeans as to outline it. James stared ever so hard at my crotch. I looked as he tugged at his but I didn't see a bulge like I had. Possibly he was not as large as I or he was not getting hard like I was. I'm by no means huge but I was bigger than most guys even at that age. Later in the military, one of the guys would nick name me B.D. One day I asked what he was talking about and he said, "Well, Big Dick of course." I flushed crimson. He knew because we showered together regularly. But, honestly I'm not the 8, 9 or 10 incher that one reads about in stories posted on Nifty.
As we kept doing this in the back of the class, I made a stroking motion on my cock rubbing up and down its length. There certainly was no missing the fact that I was incredibly hard. It definitely poked down the leg of my jeans. James made absolutely no attempt to act embarrassed in staring at it. He was actually gawking. I was reveling in the fact of showing off my boyhood to my friend. Then before I could respond at all, he had reached over the desk armrest and into my lap. Damn, he was starting to feel my cock right there in French class. It was the first time anyone had touched it. I just stared into his eyes as he held and felt it. But then, he didn't quit. His hand rubbed up and down my solid stalk. You know the heavenly feeling of someone touching you for the first time. It was marvelous to say the least. My body shook with first-timer excitement. But as I trembled, James continued massaging it. We were only half-way into the class. He was taking his time feeling me and I liked it needless to say. He squeezed, massaged and rubbed on it. I slid further down in the seat and my breathing became very rapid. At 13 it didn't take too much stimulation to come. James seemed intent on both giving me a good feel and now, it seemed, to make me explode in my pants. Well he was successful in both. It, to this day, is one of the most erotic things that has ever happened to me. It didn't take much longer until I silently grunted and my cock erupted in my jeans over and over and over. It was one of my most explosive orgasms. I tried to get my breath and figure out what to do. I had a load of boy cum in my underwear and it was starting to feel wet and sticky and even show through to my jeans. James' hand was still on my cock which was rapidly deflating. I quickly stood up startling him and made my way to the door right in the middle of class and down the hall to the boy's room where I took off my underwear and cleaned the spooge off of me as best I could. I went commando the rest of the day and tossed the jockeys into the trash can there. James and I had many more times together after that. It amazes to me this day that no one paid the least attention to us in the back of the class that day.
It was another night for Bobby and his parents to come over for dinner and cards. It was non-eventful until we were banished to my bedroom in the back of the house after the meal. We watched TV for about an hour. I had plans to go out with a friend to a movie in a short while so I would be abandoning Bobby at that point. We goofed around and talked of various uninteresting things as the TV loomed on in the corner of the room. One of the "games" we played from time to time was similar to grab-ass we've all heard about. But this game was "grab crotch." It was not really sexual in nature. It was designed to aggravate the other person and to put a strong grip on the other guy's genitals. It was just playful boy fun. During the ensuing conversation we talked of body hair and where we had it. Being a junior, I had it in all the normal places except my chest which was to grow later when I got into my late teens and early twenties. He admitted to having only hair on his cock. When his pants legs pulled up from time to time, I saw he was basically hairless on his legs. He had on a shirt so I was unable to verify that he had no hairs growing in his arm pits. For some reason arm pits have always held some erotic fascination for me.
He said he had to go to the bathroom. I waited a few moments. I knew I needed to brush my teeth before my friend arrived. I thought nothing of knocking on the door and asking if I could come in too and brush them.
Well, the most amazing thing greeted me. The bathroom was small and the sink was directly beside toilet where he sat. My towel rack was directly off of his right shoulder beside him. The amazing sight was his thunderously hard cock sticking up straight in his lap. There was no way to miss it. It was right there to be seen. I don't know if my mouth dropped open. But, for some reason, I acted like I had seen nothing. I was very naive and almost embarrassed. I didn't want to be seen as doing something queer or anything. He just sat there straight up. He was not hunched over. He did not try to put his hands over it. He sat there with it sticking straight up. He was not enormous nor was he small. I even saw the cock hair he had talked about earlier. I tried to ignore it as best I could. I started to brush my teeth but I used my peripheral vision to keep an eye on it as it seemed to bob in his lap. I was so excited about seeing another hard cock after these several years of not seeing any in high school. I grew a woody too but it was easily hidden as I stood upright beside him and continued working on my teeth. I have never taken so long in brushing my teeth in my life. Finally I had to stop or my gums would rub raw. I washed my face then leaned over him to my towel to dry my face. In actuality, I was staring straight down on his cock pointing right up at me. It amazed me he didn't' seem self conscious in the least. I thought he most have known I saw it rising into the air right there in front of me. Had I been more brave this would have been the chance to just reach down into his lap and grasp it and say something to him about his hard cock. But, I didn't. I was too scared. It never occurred to me he might want just that. I heard my ride toot his horn just outside the bathroom window and peeked out to see my friend waiting for me. I told Bobby I had to jet and that I would see him later. I took a last few looks as I finished drying my face. It was unbelievable he was hard, his cock throbbing right there just a foot from me.
I was really horned up after that incident with Bobby. I wished I had been able to stay home that night instead of go out to the movies. I just know something would have happened. I kept thinking about it and I knew Bobby was making some kind of invitation with his cock flagging me from his seated position in the bathroom. But it didn't happen that night. About a month later I saw him playing outside where we lived and I invited him to come in. Just the thought of having seen him hard made me abandon all caution. I knew I had to feel that 14 year old cock. In the month in between, I'd go to sleep thinking of him and what we might do and I'd wake in the middle of the night with a huge hard on. I was becoming obsessed with seeing his cock again but in a much more intimate setting.
He came in. I couldn't think of much to say. I mean, if I said, "Take your pants off again and show me your hard cock one more time," I might have been outed for having misread what happened in the bathroom a month ago. After all there's nothing unusual about a 14 year old being hard most of the time for no apparent reason at all. So, lamely, I said, "Wanna play monopoly?" This was way before Atari, Xbox, PlayStation or even the internet mind you.
"Sure." He wasn't going to be too conversational it seemed.
"Let's go back to the den." Mom and dad had converted my away college brother's room into a den with the TV in it. Bobby and I had hung there before when his parents came over to play cards with mine. He knew the way. Without him noticing as I followed him, I turned up the thermostat a couple of notches to make the house warmer. We played monopoly on the floor on the carpet. Games always lasted an hour or two. I knew it would give me lots of chance to get something going.
"Damn it's hot in here" he said eventually. I took this as my opportunity. I stood up and cracked the window every so slightly. I didn't want it to cool off too much then I went into my own bedroom and took off all my clothes putting on only a tank top and my school athletic shorts. In those days athletic shorts were indeed short. I trembled slightly at the thought of what I was going to do next.
As I resumed my seat across the monopoly board from him on the floor, his eyes opened when he saw what I was wearing. Neither of us said a word however as we resumed the game. My plan was coming together and I felt my body quake some as my cock started to get hard just thinking of it. It didn't take long for my 16 year old cock to get fully erect and of course with the gym shorts on there was no place for it to go but to escape out of the left leg of the shorts some. I glanced down and saw my head sticking out. As he rolled the dice for his move, I saw him see what I had just seen. He'd spotted my mushroom cock head hard and moving as it bounced slowly in excitement as I waited for him to discover me. The dice landed but he just stared and forgot to move his racing car the right number of spaces.
I chuckled and said, "Did you want to move?"
He blushed and replied, "Oh yeah" as he slowly moved his piece but kept his eyes riveted on my cock. He even landed on the wrong space.
"You may want to recount that." I laughed inwardly. I definitely had his attention and interest it seemed.
As he recounted and moved the correct number of spaces, he said again, "Man, it's still hot in here."
"Want a Coke or some ice water?"
"Sure." I stood with my gym shorts tenting profusely in front of me. I had no small cock even at age 16 it was the full length it would ever be. My face was red despite my very distinct intentions. I was so nervous. I filled the glasses with ice and poured the Coke returning to the den. My shorts refused to relent any. As I entered the room with my cock leading the way pointing under the shorts, I gasp as I saw Bobby in only his underwear. He'd changed positions too so that he no longer was across the board from me but was instead laying on his right side directly off to my left. Both of us had Go on the board directly in front of us. There was certainly no denying his level of excitement either. His briefs barely held in his hard cock. It was pointed off to his left thigh in an upward direction. The tip was barely below the elastic waistband. The wet spot betrayed where the tip rested.
I sat back down with my legs crossed in front of me and handed Bobby his Coke. He took a swig and set it down right at my left knee brushing his hand on my kneecap. I felt a small charge go though me with his light touch. I don't know how it was possible for me to get harder but I must have. My cock was now raising my shorts up on my left leg and half its length was in clear view as it bobbed up and down in excitement. My balls were in view as well. Bobby didn't miss this view. His face was no more than two feet away now as he lay there gawking at my lap. I was getting so excited about the possibilities that a strand or two of precum spider-webbed onto my hairy thigh. I watched as his cock throbbed beneath his briefs. His own spot of precum grew larger and larger as it expanded the briefs. I noticed his balls outlined beneath his rod nestled in the warm and secure pouch.
The game was definitely moving more slowly now as we watched each other's laps and bouncing cocks. Chills of excitement continued to coarse thorough my body. Bobby reached for his glass and took another sip while again rubbing the back of his hand against my knee. The touch alone was electric. But this time as he removed his hand from the glass, I watched as his hand moved closer to my leg.
"You have a lot of body hair" he half whispered, half spoke as his hand rubbed the hairs on my thigh. His touch was gentle and sensuous but it also seemed innocent and exploring of something new to him. "Is your chest hairy too?" I gave him my answer as I slowly removed my tank top. "Wow." His hand moved from my thigh to the center of my chest as he felt the hair there. His hand felt good on me slowly stroking my chest hair. "Do you have underarm hair? Look, I don't have much hair on my legs at all." He grimaced.
I lifted my arm to answer him. He stared blankly then slowly his hand that was on my chest found its way to my armpit. He gently tugged and rubbed them playing there for moments but seemed longer. He raised his arm for me and showed me his pits were bare. He frowned. Tentatively I reached out my fingers and rubbed his hairless pits. My cock bounced and throbbed. He'd inadvertently found my biggest fetish. He noticed it and then his hand reached towards it. But it stopped short of touching it. His fingers scooped up the precum dripping from the snout of it and touching on my leg hairs. He accumulated all that he could and slowly he moved his hand back towards his body. I watched him as he looked seriously into my eyes. His fingers went straight to his lips then inserted themselves. I saw his tongue move forward to intercept the spider-like strands. Our eyes stayed riveted as he sucked his fingers dry of the cock snot. My eyes wandered then to his briefs. Fully one quarter of his brief's fronts were transparent with his 14 year old juices. My cock bounced up and down with the thoughts that were racing through my head. His last action of sucking on his fingers told me something good was going to happen. There no longer was any question on that.
We were both shirtless now. He in his briefs tenting the front of them like crazy and me in my gym shorts with my cock sticking most of the way out the leg now. Bobby stood and clasped my hand into his pulling me to my feet. Here I was a full 6" to 8" taller than he was and weighing more too. But I followed his lead. We were standing face to face now.
His hand grasped my hard cock which was still protruding out the leg of the shorts even when I stood. The bed was only 3 feet away from us. He led me by my cock to the bed. It throbbed terribly in his hand. I'd not had someone else's hand on it since I was 13 and being jacked off. He got around behind me pushing me face first onto the bed. As he did so, his hands grabbed both sides of my gym shorts and he pantsed me as he pushed me forward to sprawl there naked.
"Close your eyes and keep them closed." I heard him say. I believe I would have done anything he asked at this point. I was about to find out, truly, I would.
He reached under me and made my cock and balls point downwards toward the foot of the bed and display themselves between my legs which he stretched apart. I felt his hands lightly rub on my cock and furry balls. I was disappointed I had not seen him yet naked. I wondered what he felt like. I wanted to do to him what he was doing to me. I started to roll over.
"Lay still!" He admonished.
I was too scared to move. He was so in control. It seemed like he had way more experience than I did and here I was 2 years older than he was. It didn't make sense to me. But, I admit, I had very little experience. I didn't even know how blow jobs were given and had only vaguely heard about anal sex, corn holing I think is the word I'd heard but had no clue what it meant. I felt him on the bed between my splayed legs. His fingers gently stroked up and down my cock and balls and along the inside of my thighs tickling me but making me squirm with excitement too wondering what he was doing. I wanted to watch and tried to turn my head around to do it.
"Close your eyes I said." He had an air of insistence and command about him. Grumpily I complied and placed my head in my arms and closed my eyes. He continued to rub and massage me. My legs. My balls. My cock. My ass. My back. He was totally relaxing me but stimulating me at the same time. I can't really explain it. It was moist. It was wet. It didn't feel like a finger. Wet and warm. It was invading the space between my ass cheeks as his hands kneaded them. My mind refused to let me think what I KNEW that it was. The idea was gross and ugly. The thought was repugnant. Yet, here it was. I was feeling one of the best feelings in my life as it darted to touch my puckered hole. I'd never felt such sensations. NEVER. The crevasse felt the appendage run it's course. Up to the top then back to the perineum and further to the ball sack. It stopped on the tip of the cock most assuredly to lap up the nectar leaking there. It must have been a virtual fountain by now. Several times the moistness invaded that winking eye. I felt it within me. I wished it would go further, but obviously, it was restrained by how it was attached to Bobby.
"Don't move." He said again as I lay there. I had not so much as moved a finger. It was far too sensational. I heard him pad to the other room quietly. I didn't know why. But he was back before I could count to 6 if my wits had been counting. I felt him wiggle beside the bed then get back onto it. His hands resumed massaging my gluts but briefly. They stopped and I missed them. I'd never been happier nor more aroused. Squish, Squish. I heard.
It was different this time. It was wet and it was firmer. It was not warm and moist and soft. It was slightly cold, greasy and the appendage was harder. I could tell the difference now between his tongue and his finger. It rubbed up and down in my crack but zeroed in on the rosebud making it very slippery. The feeling was becoming more normal to me.
Something touching the sensitive mountains of my asshole.
Squish, Squish. I heard it again. But there was no finger rubbing up and down me this time. Instead I felt his chest land on the middle of my back. His arms ran up my sides into my hairy armpits where he played with the hair there. I wonder if he shared my small fetish. He felt good on me. His chest inched up my back. I felt his teeth nibble and make small bites between my shoulder blades then move up to my shoulders. It was at that point I felt something start to creep slowly between my ass cheeks. It was slightly cold and wet like his finger had been. I momentarily got scared again. But he gently kept playing in my pits exciting me to no end as his teeth tenderly bit small bites and he kissed on my neck. As he started to lick my neck and make me moan, the invader slipped further between my ass cheeks. The head crested the cheeks and landed at the entrance to me.
"NO!" I protested loudly.
He simply responded quietly, almost in a whisper, "Shhhhhhh. It's ok Jeff."
He continued kissing my neck and back. Licking all over me. His hands now massaged in my pits. His cock head was slow but insistent. He started to enter me. I moaned. Not in pain, not in agony, but certainly not because I liked it. It was more a moan of recognition if that is possible. I felt his pelvis lift slightly then move back down on my ass. His cock, of course, followed it. I loosened from my resisting ass lips then moved in again. He kept this up over and over. He seemed in no hurry whatsoever. Any pain I felt disappeared quickly as he withdrew each time. Only to be replaced by a more insistent throbbing member upon its return.
It was amazing. I felt the head in me now. I would have never guessed this possible nor desirable. It certainly was not a good feeling yet. But I wanted to see what would happen. God knows he had been my fantasy long enough. I was determined to let it play itself out as long as I was not suffering. Further and further I felt it. His balls were rubbing on my ass cheeks and occasionally would even bounce on my own balls laying directly beneath his. It was uncomfortable with my cock continuing to point down towards the footboard. I raised us both slowly with no objection from Bobby and allowed it to spring against my happy trail. When I did this, his cock buried itself what must have been all the way within me. I gasped for air and let out a small yelp. I heard him giggle as I lay back down hoping for relief. But, he followed me down. The cock was pubic hair deep into me now. There was no stopping or turning back it seemed. I felt his short curls on my ass cheeks just before I felt his balls start to bounce back and forth against my ass over and over. His full cock length was now thrusting deeply within me. The feeling intensified. The pain totally disappeared. I heard the "Whap, whap" of our bodies separating and then rejoining. Bobby's breathing syncopated with mine and we gasped for air. The most pleasurable feeling began to occur. It was an electric shock of sorts that kept happing each time his was fully and deeply within me. The tip of his cock must be generating something special.
"Oh Gawd." I screamed in total pleasure.
"Take me Jeff, take me." He cried in unison. "This is for you." He grunted as he slammed the hardest into me yet. It seemed still deeper... I felt it. His cum was pistoning into the inside of my rectum. I felt it spurt. "Oh shit." I heard him bellow. Another squirt lashed into me. I could feel his seed splash on my insides. It made me crazy.
"Come in me Bobby. Come in me." I exclaimed. And he did. Five more squirts found my warm welcoming rectum. He was filling me full of his cum.
I'd never had such an experience in my 16 year life. This certainly had exceeded any of the fantasies I had had since seeing his cock on the toilet that day. Speaking of which, I'd still not see it unsheathed today. I pulled myself out from under him my cock still harder than granite. It stayed glued to my tummy it was so hard. He just looked at me. Without a word, he rolled onto his back with his legs over the side of the bed and grabbed my body pulling it close to him with me standing up beside him and the bed. He reached for a bottle and I heard the sound again.
Squish, Squish. He put the hand lotion from the pump into his hand. He rubbed some in his ass crack then wrapped my cock in his hand. I almost came immediately. He shoved a pillow under his ass with the other hand then aimed my cock for his waiting hole. I didn't need instruction anymore. Without even thinking or caring, I buried my 7 inches deep within him in one steady thrust.
Bobby let out a gasp but didn't wince or cry nor complain. In three short strokes into his every so tight ass, I was not filling his hole in return. He smiled and me and said, "We're going to do this every school day from now on."
And we did.
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