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It was such an adrenaline rush to get my drivers license. That key to freedom, that had been languishing in my dreams, was finally a reality as that frumpy woman at the DMV gave me that life changing card. I remember spending that week driving anywhere. My parents were probably amused, as I'd gladly go get postage stamps if they wanted me to. Firing up the old Buick sedan was a joy, and although I've had high performance cars since then, there's something about your first vehicle. This boat like sedan was that first love, with its forest green exterior, and it's suspect alignment which always caused me to firmly grab the steering wheel. The B52's song, "hop in my Chrysler, its as big as a whale and about to set sail," was always a laugh as I drove this tentatively at the beginning.
That joy ended one Wednesday, as like most new drivers, I had the misfortune of backing up into a neighbor's car. Of course it had to be a high end BMW. It was a relief that him and my parents were so gentle about it, but inside my stomach churned. Silently i was really upset about this, and the Boy Scout camping trip was a reprieve. While I still wanted to drive, my enthusiasm was slightly dampened, and at least I couldn't screw up a tent. Sharing a tent with me was a high school senior named TJ. I had always admired his dark chocolate skin color, muscular frame, and he was the star running back always seen with the prettiest women in the hallway. Rumor had it at our high school, that he had banged half the cheerleaders, and was taking the gorgeous Alison to the prom. She was a lucky girl, as gay guys like me who were in the closet, no doubt lusted after him like none other. I often jerked off thinking about him passionately fucking my brains out, and would cum in huge loads that seemed to defy gravity and the logic of physics. His 6 foot frame, and bulk made him a mountain of a man, surrounded like boys as myself and others.
My friend Doug, who knew I was gay, smiled and said "Terry, you're dream has come true." I playfully punched him, as no way TJ would show any interest in my skinny white ass. He was into the cheerleaders, and while he was polite to me and others, that simply wasn't going to happen. It was nice having his help with the tent, and the air pads and sleeping bags were set up in record time. Then it was off to learning to work with axes, saws, and so many different knots. I was good with the tools, but knots was not my favorite activity. We had to do the taut line and others, which was no easy feat, but somehow I managed. A lot of this was due to kind adults, and to our senior and assistant patrol leader, who always wanted to make sure we were able to do our best. Dinner was served, and our patrol had the familiar sloppy Joe's with "big juice."
Darkness turned to night, and after brushing my teeth, I entered the tent. I turned every shade of red, as TJ was changing clothes and I saw what is still perhaps the biggest cock of my lifetime. He shrugged and said, "no big deal," getting into his underwear and a sporty looking t shirt. His biceps and triceps were symmetrical, and he was clean shaven with short hair. In many ways he looked like a young Buster MC, and I could see his thick penis in his underwear. Thankfully he didn't catch me looking. We talked about what we had learned that day, and I asked him about his upcoming college. He was set to go to Auburn and be a running back there, and I was impressed by how he explained the playbook and how he practiced to be the player he was. Sure he was a jock, but he was kind, and I thanked him for sharing these experiences with me.
As lights out were called, I felt him roll against my leg. His penis was in my hamstring. This had to be him falling asleep. Yet my eyes opened further as he felt my rear end up. Oh my goodness is this a dream? No. His lips were on mine, and I could feel them, and his tongue meet mine. The scent of testosterone and sweat permeated me, and I felt his nipples up, and could hear him moaning. Before I knew what to do, he ripped my underwear off, and his coffee colored hands were wrapped around my hard shaft. TJ told me quietly "just relax Terry," as his lips went up and down my cock. This and his hands on my balls, I couldn't believe this was happening, and I squealed with delight. His mouth brought me into him, and soon I finally couldn't take it anymore. I took his underwear off, touching his curly pubes in my fingertips, and sucking his hard penis. He was my first black guy, and I instantly dug the sweet ethnic flavor I got from his shaft in my mouth. His precum was entering my saliva and lips, and it felt so good to pleasure him, as I felt his fingers starting to eclipse my hole. Oh my cock just got harder than ever before, and soon I felt his spit as he edged me to almost an orgasm. The tidal and primal waves of pleasure excited my every nerve, as his hot breath and tongue on my rear, I didn't care how big he was. I wanted him.
Before I knew I was on top of his long thick shaft. Gradually letting him slide in, it did hurt a first, in fact a lot. I was used to a little pain, but his monster was bigger than what I was used to. Finally I got him inside me, and he grabbed my rear end and dick from behind as he penetrated next with all that he had. The thrusting of his pulsating penis felt so good, and soon he got on top of me. I felt like I had won the lottery as he inserted himself further in me. There was no room in the sides or back of my ass, as I was completely full of TJs monster. He kept jerking me off, and soon the warmth feeling of pleasure got more intense. I literally couldn't hold it anymore, and shot a load that hit the roof of his tent. Even though my nuts busted, it felt so good having him inside me. I was the star running backs bottom, and my feet went around his back. I kissed him, felt his nipples up, and went absolutely crazy as he came inside of me with intense lust that was mind blowing in every way. His moaning was so sexy, and the next night he fucked me again. I didn't walk right for a few days, as being the bitch for the sexiest football player was a field goal where I liked it.