First of all, sorry for my English. It is not my first language and may be not perfect.
Second of all, thank you for so many stories.
Here's my story. The 90% is true, the other 10% not, you'll have to guess but not all is based in only one guy. There were more than one and I decided to make only one story.
JAVIER
A little context before starting to write.
I am from Spain and this story happens in a small southern town. I don't know how many years have passed since these events but probably more than 10.
Based on the people around me, I'm a very handsome guy, openly gay and not-so-happily single living in Madrid now. I gained some weight after moving here after what happens in this story but I think it makes me very huggable and a little bear-looking.
Chapter 1
Everything started some years after I joined a religious local marching band. As an atheist, I didn't join it because of faith or beliefs, I joined it because I like music too much and I thought being part of something so pure, it was going to be a kind of a community helping experience merging my music passion.
It is a very local band where everyone knows each other and I wasn't from that neighborhood so I didn't know almost nobody. The first years in the band were very cool because the recognition people put on you for that task is very satisfying, not gonna lie. But after two years, Javier joined the band.
Javier was a 18 years old chubby teenager, 1,75m, dark blonde hair, light brown eyes and sooooo cute and so innocent that automatically, awakes a paternalistic instinct in you that makes you want to hug him all day. He was known by the rest of the band but I didn't know him until I joined. He had always been aroused about the possibility of being gay but I knew that it wasn't true, only was a very sensible guy and a little shy, but after a couple of weeks, and his confidence was emerging, I noticed that Javier was not as shy as he seemed.
He knew his face was adorable and it had an almost magical effect on people. But those effects on me were too strong. I was three years older than him but he looked at me as the older brother almost instantly (I pursued that connection because of his initial innocence) and he looked for me every time he was failing on the band rehearsals. That escalated into rehearsals between Javier and me on days we didn't have to go with everyone, then coffee and even going the two of us to the movies. It was a precious friendship, not gonna lie.
When we went to parties, he started to test beers, some vodka or sparkling wine and that made him a boy soooo warm and affectionate that began to grow in me some more feelings. Little ones, but they were there.
Javier met a girl, a wonderful, smart and beautiful girl and started a relationship with her, but it didn't stop us from going out to the movies just the two of us or partying with some more friends, and in one of those parties I developed my need to see what he was packing.
He was very wasted and when he drank a lot, had a lot of confidence and, sometimes, was a little liar (I don't know if he still is because, spoiler, nowadays we don't have any kind of friendship, but that comes later). Sometimes, as you already know, straight guys brag about the size of their penises and that moment was one of them. I met one of his friends, I didn't like him at all but, as a wasted guy too, began to talk about the size of his cock and how it was a very average one but pretty. He decided, without any encouragement from anyone, to whip it out and I have to agree with him: was a maybe 6-7cm uncut soft one but very pretty with a head almost as the girth of the shaft and a large foreskin covering the whole glans. Javier told us his girlfriend was very pleased with his dick and he told he was bigger. Later that night, his girlfriend confirmed that his dick was very useful and bigger than what she expected for a guy like him.
My brain, at that moment, was now only thinking about that.
That summer, Javier and I were very close because his girlfriend was in Toronto for the whole summer trying to learn English before going to the university. I was attending two music festivals by myself with other friends he didn't meet and he insisted on how he was going to miss me even though those festivals were only two days each. Because he was only 18 and he was discovering alcohol, I didn't think that coming with me was a good idea. Besides that, I didn't come out yet with him and I preferred to attend by myself to, maybe, get some D. I went to the first festival the very next weekend in Murcia and that Monday I went to his house to watch Elysium (if I remember well), which I enjoyed but he was only asking me about the festival and how I did it. That was the moment I came out with him unintentionally. I was very focused on the movie I answered to him that I made out with a friend of one of my friends. I was explaining that it was at the concert of a band I love named The Sounds, but he was quiet and not responding with any word or sound, but I didn't realize what I just did. I told him to stop the movie because I had to pee. He stopped the movie and when I came back from the toilet, he didn't play the movie again, he was staring at me as I laid beside him in the bed. He asked without any hesitation:
"Are you gay?".
I didn't know how to answer, I knew the answer but I didn't know how to say it. I confirmed. I saw how fast his brain was working at that moment. He was thinking about every moment of our friendship to see if I was sending some signals of that or even if I tried to cross some
boundaries, as he told me after that conversation when I asked about what he was thinking. But, after some seconds, he asked me:
"Why didn't you tell me this? I thought we were friends."
He hugged me and told me not to worry. He asked me about this guy and if I wanted to see him again, what we did or his name and if was brown or blonde, tall or short, and even if he was big down there. I did not fuck him, and I thought he was relieved about that, but the question about his dick surprised me. Javier told me he was only asking because he wanted some good material for me. I pressed "play" on the remote and resumed the movie. After that, he was less talkative and quiet as normal, but I assume he was processing all the information.
Those days, some parties were organized at our town and we were meeting some friends at
night. He didn't drink any alcohol that night but he was very funny anyway. With two male friends of mine, we started to talk about dicks again, but these two friends didn't want to talk about that and started to talk about girls and that kind of stuff, but I found that Javier did want to keep talking about that because I wanted to pee and he wanted to come with me. In those days, I was not very proud of my size and didn't want to pee close to him because I didn't want him to see, he noticed that and he moved away a bit. After we finished peeing he made me look at him to watch him jumping with his jeans by his knees yet, showing his boxers to see his bulge bouncing inside them. I didn't know where to look, laughed and rushed him. He put on his jeans and told me to go to a nearby shop to buy some ice for the drinks. On our way, he told me that his girlfriend saw that he has a particular line of hair between the frenulum of his cock and his nuts and asked me if I thought that he had to shave it or not. I didn't know what to answer, because I thought he was trying to make me say that I wanted to see it, but I couldn't say anything other than she had to find that curious. I have to admit that, because of that conversation and thinking about watching that, I had a semi. We came back to the party and nothing more happened that night, but two days later, destiny was with me.
It was a normal Thursday and he texted me that he wanted to drive and he wanted me to be with him. He got his driver's license the previous week but his fathers didn't have a car for him, so while they needed the car, he didn't have the opportunity to drive it. I went to his house and in front of his house, I heard a whistle coming from a car Javier calling me.
He was already inside the car waiting. I sat beside him and before I fastened my belt, he was already getting to the main street of our town. He wanted to go anywhere, only drive and we improvised the route. I was a little afraid, but I tried to make him think that I was not. I was giving him some lessons and watching everything he did. After maybe an hour driving, he wanted to go home, but I told him I wanted to smoke some weed to make some hunger for dinner because I didn't have any (I didn't tell him it was because of my nerves about him driving). He agreed and we went to a part of the town that nobody lives in and almost every day is very deserted. I was thinking about his dick and I was hoping, that blunt, made me take the wheel (not literally).
He didn't want to smoke and I didn't want him either and because it was his parents' car, I decided to go to the beach shore. We were talking about him missing his girlfriend and that he talked to her before text me and she was a little too short with her responses. He was worried and he needed to be listened to and like I didn't have anything to do, I did it very happily. He was very calm talking about her I think because he was losing some attraction. As a teenager I understand that not seeing her was making him lose some interest, but he was hurt anyway about her short answers and he may have thought she was losing interest too. I suggested trying to send her nudes, or even phone sex and I noticed he liked that idea and that was the moment I had to act.
"Maybe, you can send a picture of that line of hair of yours she commented. When she told you, how were her words? Did you notice if she liked it or not?"
He told me that he didn't notice any emotion in her words, but thought that telling him may be because she didn't like it. That was the perfect time.
"Show me and I'll tell you if she likes it. If I like it, I'm sure she liked it too."
He wasn't sure about that, he told me that he wasn't trimmed and he didn't want to, but none of his words were convincing. I told him that if he wanted, I can show mine to trust me, but he didn't want to see mine and told me:
"Look."
There it was, his small cock in front of my eyes. Pale, uncut, not very fat and with a dark bush that made me instantly precum. I'm a person that doesn't admire big cocks, I like normal to small penises because they can give you some surprises and I was sure that dick was surprising. He didn't have any thoughts of being small or he trusted me enough to think that I wasn't going to make fun of that (if he only knew that I liked it a lot) and he grabbed the foreskin, stretched it to his pubes to show that line of hair. At first sight it was impossible to see so I asked him if I could give a close look and he told me that it was no problem. IT WAS LITERALLY A LINE OF HAIR: a line of little hairs very thin following the urethra to his testicles. I was amazed about everything, but that was a very curious thing I didn't know could happen. He loose his foreskin while I was looking and, five centimeters away from my face, was a precious dick that I was sure I could make him grow at that time, but after few seconds like that, he hide it in his pants, I looked him in the eyes and told him:
"She can't dislike it. Impossible. I like it."
His face changed and he blushed a little bit. He asked me why, but I didn't know how to answer. I told him it was very weird but cute. Without giving him time to say anything more, I told him if he wanted to eat anything or if he wanted to go home. He preferred to go home.
I was sure that he didn't want to go home because he was tired, but he wanted to talk with his girlfriend and suggest what I told him.