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Something New, Cory's story
Cory was the guy at the gas station that gave me the directions to the ranch on my first day, and, who I later ran into at Karaoke night at the local church, and who I fucked afterwards. He was just 18 (I was 20 and very experienced by then, 6', 185 lb., athletic, 7" cut.)
Even though Cory was just 18 he knew things about gay sex that I did not, despite my many encounters, and said that he learned from the internet, but more from a guy in his neighborhood, that he would tell me about "sometime". Well, "sometime" came, we worked our days off to match and were headed to a hotrod/ratrod show in Cheyenne, a two hour drive each way, and a night in a motel. This is the story in his words:
"I had just turned 18. Albie lived out a half mile up the road from my house, with his family. He had been maybe three years ahead of me in school, a nice guy, a little weird, I thought, but was always nice to me. There were rumors that he was queer and that he had the biggest cock in the high school. But I never saw it, and I was much younger -- I was 14 back then and still a scrawny kid. I knew what the score was, but had never done anything with anyone, male or female.
After he graduated from high school he joined the Army and I didn't see him until my senior year in high school when he came back. His house had a big front porch, and it was reasonably near the street, as are all the houses in that stretch, I walked by every day on my way home from school. If he was on the porch, we said "hi", but that was about it.
As you know, it does not rain a lot here in this part of Wyoming, but when it does, it does. One day I could see the storm coming as I left school, and it caught up to me, just as I was at Albie's house. "C'mon out of the rain," he said. I climbed the steps to his porch, the rain was coming down in sheets, "C'mon inside," he offered. I did, I was not thinking about the rumors about him at the time.
His mother had died years before, he lived with just his father. His father was at work. The house was neat as a pin.
"Can I give you a beer?" he asked. "No," I replied, "my mother would smell it on me and I would be up shit's creek."
"You heard the rumors about me?" he asked.
"You mean that you are queer and were kicked out of the Army because of it? Or, that you had the biggest cock in the high school?"
"All true. Well, I am not sure about the biggest cock, but it is big compared to most I had seen when in high school. I have seen bigger ones in the Army, and even though it is officially OK to be gay in the Army now, it is not in real life. You want to see it?"
The rain was still beating down, thunder and lightning, I was not going anywhere, and as you know, I am always horny.
"Yes, and I'll show you mine," I said. We took our clothes off, he had been scrawny before the Army, but now he was really built. And his cock, already half hard, was really big. It was not twice as long as my 6", but close. And it was thick, and it had a pronounced vein along the top that went right up the foreskin, which even half hard, completely covered his cock head. "OK if I touch it?" I asked.
"Go right ahead," Albie said, "play with it all you want. I love cocks, and believe it or not, average or smaller really turn me on," and he proceeded to play with mine.
I pulled his foreskin all the way back, and all the way forward, and now that he was fully hard, the foreskin still would cover his cockhead with some left over.
"Put your tongue inside it," he said. I did. It was salty, "Keep at it, keep doing it," he said. And he shifted us around to the 69 position and took my cock all the way down his throat. It was amazing. He was fisting his cock as I was playing with his foreskin, and sucking on mine. I had never had such a skilled blow job before. I had never played with a cock that big before. I had never played with a foreskin like that before. It was an afternoon of firsts.
The rain was letting up. "I need to go soon, or my mother will wonder what happened to me," I said.
"OK," he said, "let's cum, peel back my foreskin and take as much of my cock in your mouth as you can."
I did, he swallowed on my cock, I had never felt anything like that, and I came, and he fisted his cock while I took as much as I could, and he came in my mouth, which just spilled out onto his belly.
We cleaned up, and the rain having stopped, I continued on my walk home. When I got home, my mother asked how I had stayed dry, I told her I had stopped at Albie's.
"He didn't try anything on you, did he?" she asked. "The story is that he was kicked out of the Army because he is queer, you know."
"Nope," I said. "He was a perfect gentleman."
The perfect gentleman and I had many more encounters and he taught me all I know so far. I spent many afternoons after school at his place, never more than 20 minutes at a time, unless I knew my mother was not going to be home and would not be wondering where I was.
Now, he has moved to Cheyenne, where he has what he calls "more freedom to be himself," I have an open invitation to visit, shall we go see him, and if it is all ok, maybe a 3 way? I never have done that."
`'Yes," I said, "a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush, and there is no way you are going to be served in the bar that serves me, and where I have picked up guys on my day off before." The car show is tomorrow so let's go see your Albie tonight. And so we went.