WARNING: The following story is true; it contains explicit descriptions of young male nudity, masturbation, and oral sex. If you are under 18 or it is illegal for you to read this because of your location (county, state, country, etc), please stop now.
In telling this story, I attempt to portray my early gay experiences as typical of the sexual awakenings of a closeted gay teen in the 70's. While the experiences herein are true, they actually happened over the course of about four years or so; in the interest of brevity, I have condensed some of these multiple encounters into one. A couple of years into my relations with this individual, I also found myself becoming sexually active with another high school friend but that story is for another series.
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-= Part 3: Within Reach =-
After that evening with Chuck, I became obsessed with the thought of cock; though I hadn't actually touched or even seen his that first night, the memory of his brief-covered package - and what lay underneath - became the focal point of my daily jack off sessions.
That week in gym class, I began casting furtive glances at the other boys as we dressed for class or undressed and prepared to shower, something which I had never before allowed myself to do. I had always kept my head and eyes held high and straight forward, afraid to be caught sneeking a peek and even more afraid of spontaneously springing a woody.
I mostly avoided taking a shower unless specifically ordered by the coach to do so...when I did do it, it was always in the quickest and most cursory fashion, barely hitting the water long enough to get wet, then running back to the safety of my towel and my locker.
Now, though, my overwhelming curiousity began to get the better of me and I allowed myself the occassional darting glance, and I even became more comfortable in the showers; how I wished Chuck had been in my gym class!
There were, of course, other boys who piqued my interest and who unknowingly played a part in lots of my subsequent nocturnal fantasies. Seeing the various stages of development we were all going through, I refined my ever-increasing taste in the male form; Chuck was at the higher end of the spectrum, from what I could tell from my explorations, but there were others equally advanced, if not more so.
While some were clearly just starting puberty, with barely a hair to be found and dicks still small and thin, others, like me, were further along with light patches starting to fill in above our expanding cocks and balls. Others still seemed almost fully-grown, with a profusion of dark hair surrounding the base of longer, drooping cocks; those are the ones I was most interested in.
Some, I noticed, were uncut, and held a curious fascination for me...I wondered what became of their cockheads; it was a long while before I would actually be with a man who was uncut, and I learned that the head was still there, just hidden behind the pointed fold of flesh. Just goes to show how little I really knew, at the time, I guess!
I noticed, too, that body size had really very little to do with the size of what lay tantalizingly hidden behind the ubiquitous jockstrap...one of the smallest guys in the class - short, but solidly built - had a delicious-looking, long, cut cock with lots of hair and plenty of foreskin left to grow into. Another tall, tough, lean guy had a similar-sized cock, but had quite a bit of black chest hair and a treasure trail that always caused me to take a second - albeit quick - glance.
Though there were any number of other guys in my school I would gladly have dropped to my knees for, for now it was Chuck who was the object of my deepest desire. After having the opportunity to explore most of his hot body, I couldn't rest until I got my hands (and more?) on his most private parts.
Chuck and I didn't have any classes together, but we often talked on the phone at night and ran into each other in the halls between periods; nothing, of course, was ever mentioned of the prior weekend other than that we had had a good time together. Friday afternoon, after lunch, we got the chance to see each other before the last of our classes for the week.
"Hey, what'cha doin' this weekend?" he asked.
"I dunno...wanna do something?" I had an idea of what I wanted to do, I know that.
"Yeah, sure...gotta mow the little league field tomorrow afternoon...gimme a call or stop by, if you're out riding around."
"Sure...see ya later..."
That night, as usual, I gave him a call. We didn't talk about much, really...just regular schoolboy stuff. He again told me that he'd be at the little league field the following afternoon, and that I should swing by on my bike in the afternoon.
"Will do. See you then..."
As I lay in bed hours later, thinking whether or not I should ask him to come spend the night again, my hand naturally gravitated to my raging hardon. Pushing my briefs to my ankles, I began stroking my rod using the same lotion I had used on him. Remembering last weekend, I imagined that it was his cock in my hand and lost myself in fantasies of jerking him off. I wanted to give him the same pleasure I was giving myself. I longed to run my fingers through that soft, curly mat of hair I had felt under his waistband, to get my face down close and watch my hand stroke his meat, to feel its radiant heat against my cheek, and watch him squirt his load.
I came quickly, my cum flying in spurts higher than I had ever blown, which landed with loud 'plops' on my neck, chest, and stomach. With each blast of cum, my abs involuntarily contracted, causing my hips and ass to jump up and down on the mattress like a bouncing ball. Laying there catching my breath, I ran my fingers absently through the mess I had made. The combined scent of the lotion and my own spooge only made me hornier.
After cleaning myself up some, I tried to get some sleep, but my hardon refused to go down. I had to get my hands on his cock, somehow, and soon! Tomorrow night, just maybe...
The next morning, the hours seemed to drag by. I busied myself with my own lawnmowing chores at home, then set out on the three-mile trek to town on my trusty ten-speed. It was a beautiful early fall day, and I enjoyed the ride. I always felt a powerful sense of freedom when my parents allowed me to take off on my own like this; I felt so grown up, and I liked the feelings that were beginning to stir inside me.
It was about three o'clock in the afternoon, and I figured he'd still be at the field, so I headed straight there. Sure enough, there he was on the league's big Cub Cadet mower; Charlie, like most boys - myself included - loved anything with a motor in it. As I sat on my bike, leaning against the fenced-in field, I couldn't help but admire and look up to him - I thought only the grown-ups were allowed to work on the little league field, yet they trusted him with the keys to the mower shed and dugout. As I said before, he seemed old for his age, and this proved it, to me at least.
When he finished the row he was working on, he turned off the mower deck and came riding up to me. Turning off the lawnmower, he said "Hey, what's up?"
"Just finished the mowing at home, myself...just out for a ride now. What're you doin' later?"
"I won't be done for a couple more hours, then I've got to go home for dinner. Wanna come over later? I asked my Mom, and she said it'd be OK if you slept over. Should she call your Mom to OK it?"
Bingo! Just as I'd hoped. "Yeah, sure...but that's OK...I'll tell her when I get home; I'm sure it'll be alright. I'll probably ride my bike down, anyway, so she won't have to drive me or come pick me up tomorrow."
"Great! Let me get this finished then...see you around seven?"
"Sounds good" I said, already thinking about tonight. I had kind of wanted him to stay at my house, because I had that big bedroom and I didn't know about his, but I figured it didn't really matter...
Since I was already in town, I went around to a couple girl friends houses, seeing what was up. Even though I had a huge man-crush on Chuck, I still had a couple of girls who I was a little interested in, and had a good time with. Besides, it took my mind off of things and made the time pass quicker.
I made it back to my house around five o'clock for dinner, and told my Mom I had run into Chuck at the ball park and he had asked if I could spend the night.
"As long as it's OK with his Mother", my Mom said.
"Chuck said she'd call you, or you can call her if you want, but I told him it'd be OK. I'll take my bike so you don't have to bring me or pick me up tomorrow...we'll probably do something tomorrow, anyway..."
"OK, but Daddy can take you and your bike down in the truck; it's getting late, and I don't want you riding the roads tonight. You can ride your bike home tomorrow. You be good, and thank his mother."
"I will. Thanks!" and I was off to take a shower and put a change of clothes in my backpack.
When Dad dropped me off just after seven, Chuck was out in the backyard waiting for me. We played a little catch before his mother came to the back door and said hello to me, and then "Time for a bath, you!", to Chuck.
"Aw, Ma...In a minute, OK?"
"Alright, but I'm going out tonight, and I have to get ready, too." She thought for a minute, then said "Never mind...I'll go first, but you're next, so be ready!" as she disappeared through the back door.
About a half hour later, Chuck said "C'mon, let's go inside!"
Chuck, I knew, lived at his Grandmother's house with his Mother and kid brother; his father had died when he was young. We went in the back door and he gave me a quick tour of the house; it was a tidy Cape Cod, with a large living room on one side, a small breakfast room at the back next to the kitchen, and his Grandmother's bedroom and bathroom on the first floor. Upstairs, he shared a large room with his kid brother, who was staying with some relatives for the night. His Mom's room was upstairs as well, next to the other bathroom.
I had assumed we'd be staying in his room, since his brother was away, but I was disappointed to see that they each had twin beds; I was kind of hoping we'd be sleeping in the same bed.
Just as we got upstairs, his Mother emerged from the bathroom. "OK, your turn, Mister!" she said to Chuck.
"Be right in" Chuck said. "Make yourself at home" he told me, starting to strip off.
His mother went back in the bathroom, doing her hair or something, but Chuck just went right in and hopped in the tub anyway. I was shocked...I hadn't let anyone in the bathroom with me since I was a kid (not only because I was modest, but because of what I usually did in there!). Evidently, he didn't mind, and as I paced his bedroom, waiting for him, I noticed when I passed the open door that his Mother even washed his back for him.
'Damn', I thought, 'wish I could do that for him'.
Once he was done, he put on some fresh clothes and said "Let's go downstairs."
Down we went, and I thought we might be going back outside, but instead he led me down to the basement. Once there, I could see that this was his private 'man-cave', with a recliner and an old TV, a desk and a small bookshelf. Evidently, he also intended for us to spend the night down there because, in the middle of the floor, was a double-size mattress made up for bed. My earlier disappointment was instantly erased!
He flipped on the TV, and ran upstairs to get us some sodas from the fridge. When he came back down, we watched some TV for a while, until his mother yelled down: "OK, I'm leaving...you two be quiet and get to bed early!"
"'K...Good night", we said.
We watched some more TV and talked for a couple of hours, until we heard his Grandmother shut the door to her room.
After the sodas, we both had to pee, so we took our turns running upstairs, with me going first. When I got back, the TV was off, and Chuck had turned on a small, dim lamp on the desk. As he came back down, he switched off the overhead lights, so there was just the small lamp left for him to make his way by.
'Finally...time for bed' I thought, hoping that I'd somehow get another chance like I had had last weekend. 'But how...' I thought; last week, he had said he had a sore back, which had led to the backrub. Surely that wasn't going to happen again, was it?
We both got undressed down to our underwear and situated ourselves on the mattress and continued talking, Chuck reached up and flipped off the small light on the desk, leaving us with only the pale light of the streetlamp across the street shining through the tiny front basement window. We laid down with our heads toward the window, facing each other, and the light filtering through the shrubs outside cast mottled patches of light across his athletic body.
Our conversation waning, Chuck said "I've got some lotion...", his voice trailing off a little, as though afraid to finish the thought, much less speak it. He reached up behind some books on the bookshelf and handed me a small bottle. "How about another backrub?" he asked quietly.
I couldn't believe my ears! My heart about lept out of my chest. "Uh...OK, sure" I said, feigning indifference, like I had nothing better to do or say. 'Hell, Yeah!' was more like it!
He turned on his stomach, with his hands cradling his head on his pillow, just like before. This time, I didn't hesitate to straddle the small of his back, and immediately got down to business. Squirting small amounts of lotion on his shoulders, I began to give him a full-hand rubdown, gently sqeezing and kneading the muscles at the base of his neck and out to his shoulders and biceps. Working my way around his arms, I grabbed his sides just under his armpits and worked my hands inwards, using my thumbs along the middle of his upper back.
I continued downward, applying more lotion as needed, sliding my body down his; first resting on his buttocks, then farther down on the backs of his upper legs as I reached the waistband of his briefs. My cock was, by now, sticking straight up, the head caught painfully under my tight waistband. I rearranged myself and scooted down so that I was kneeling over the backs of his knees.
Starting at the tops of his legs, I ran my hands fully up under his briefs, and made no pretense about messaging his asscheeks. I went back to the small of his back, and pulled down on his waistband. Lifting his groin from the floor, he helped me push his briefs down below his ass, giving me better access. 'That was easy', I thought to myself.
As I rubbed his ass and then on to the tops of his legs, I had to pull his shorts lower still. My slick hands reached way down between his legs, massaging each one in turn so that my fingers almost touched around in the front. When I did this, the back of my hand brushed along his hairy scrotum, which was mashed between his legs. Continuing on down his legs, I finally had his shorts around his knees. I then worked my way all the way back up to his shoulders.
All the while, he had pretty much been silent, except for a couple of appreciative grunts and groans, and a sharp intake of air when I did his legs and [inadvertently] brushed his balls.
"Other side", I whispered, dry-mouthed.
The anticipation was killing me as I watched him begin to turn around in the pale light, but then my heart sank as he reached down and tugged his briefs back up where they belonged before he turned fully over. Once laying on his back, I saw his hand slide under his shorts to rearraged himself, pointing his thick, long cock down and to the left.
I didn't know how much more of this I could take, but I continued on, just as I had before.
Kneeling at his side, I applied the lotion and began to massage his chest and torso, although - thinking this was going to be a repeat of last weekend - with less enthusiasm than before. By the time I got down to his stomach, though, my hope was once again rising, along with his cock, as I was soon to find out.
Sliding my hands further under his waistband than I had dared to do last time, my fingertips could feel the base of his cock. As I worked my hands down his right side, they went both over and under the leg of his briefs; with both hands at his right hip now, I knew something had to be done if I were to get into his pants.
"They're in the way", I said, refering to that pesky patch of fabric between me and my prize.
"Uh", he grunted, pushing them down slightly, exposing the dark shadow of his hairy black bush, but keeping his cock under wraps.
Trying to concentrate on what I was doing, I remained in that small area of his hip for quite a while before boldly pushing the straining elastic down a little further.
"Still in the way", I said, breathlessly. I could barely speak, my mouth was so dry.
He pushed his briefs down farther still, and his cock, I knew, must be out in the open. Try as I might, though, I couldn't see it clearly through the dim light and the shadow I was casting across him. His underwear was down quite a way now, because I could wrap my hands fully around his upper thigh, and again the tops of the fingers of my left hand lightly brushed his now free-hanging ballsac. Swallowing hard, I continued down, pushing his briefs out of my way as I worked my way toward his knee, until he said:
"What the hell..."
I thought I had really pushed my luck this time, but as he said it he sat up and took his shorts completely off, tossing them across the room.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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