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This first part is mostly background for chapter 2, just so it doesn't seem like those porn flicks where two guys meet and get fucking.
Rick was my neighbor from across the street. We had been good friends since we were 9 and they moved in. Even at that age , we were both horny and real curious about anything sex related. This was the early 80's, so it was mostly Sears catalogs and the odd playboy snuck from our dads. We were not best buds or anything. In fact, in school we pretended not to know each other, as he was in teh football team and I... wasn't. We did share a pervy mind and an overwhelming curiosity about all things sex. When we talked about sex or shared womething we found, specially a porn videocassette tape, the deal was we had to be both naked. We found out about jerking off from his older cousin, 12 at the time, when were 10 and we started doing it almost every day after school, usually his place, dry orgasms and, I'm sure, mostly over-acted by both of us. We called them Jamming Sessions. We were so fucking clever.
His cousin stayed with them three or four weeks each summer. For me it was treat, always.
Fast forward to just before our 12th birthdays (we were 2 months apart). Rick was middle eastern, so even if he was roughly my size, he was cuming, thick, white jizz when we reached 12 out from what looked to me like a man-sized cock that had a bush at the base. He had a faint trail and even small bushes under his arms, not to mention thick black fuzz covering his legs. I was still bald and barely able to squeeze a drop or two of almost transparent goo. On my 12th birthday I complained about that.
That weekend I went to his place for a jack-off session. His parents played golf or tennis or something, so we had a few hours and in both our cases, morning cums were always more intense. He pulled up a Hustler mag, we placed it between us as usual, together with a lotion pump. Got naked and just went thru it, taking our time, talking about what we would do if given the chance. Othertimes we would do "experiments", where we'd compare our cum under the microscope or chart our pube growth (ot lack thereof).
As usual, I paid more attention to him than the mag, but I was really good at peripheral vision. He grew quiet, which usually meant he was really getting into it, which in turn meant a big load or a high pressure one; either one a further turn on for me. Then he says "Dude, I could help you out". I was startled and, for a moment, thought he had caught me watching. He then said "I mean it. If you promise not to tell a soul". My mind was racing and I thought my fantasy was happening. I still couldn't risk it so I asked him what he meant. "I could cum on your crotch. I'm pretty sure if we mix our juices on your skin, hair will come out. You just need some hormones or something and yours are too weak for some reason".
Whoa. I was gonna say that my hormones were fine and over-active as they were. That what he was saying was baseless. Somehow my mumbling came across as me not wanting to do gay stuff. He obviously had given it some thought: "Nothing gay about it. You're not making me cum and dicks doesn't care where jizz ends up. On your side, it's like you spilled some cream or something over you. You're not fucking your mom when you use her lotion or your dad when you take his aftershave, are you?"
Part of it was that he was making sense, but most of it was that I wanted this, scientific or not. So I mumbled "OK", thanks". Five minutes later, he tells me to sit still, straddles over my legs. His hairy balls rest on my cock before he slides down my legs. I almost came then. His hairy legs an butt tickled mine a bit. He keeps on stroking and then moans and explodes. He tried pointing it down to between my navel and cock, but most o fit hit above that area, most in my chest, some as high up as my neck. It was a lot of cum.
He told me to scoop it up and rub it where I wanted hair. I did, then made a line up the middle of my abs telling him I wanted a happy trail.
After that, every time we jacked off, he would get on top of me and spray me. A couple of times a drop made it to my mouth and I licked it up quickly as he had his eyes closed. My favorite was when whe were on the floor and he would stand with his feet at my sides. I got to see his balls pull up and his hairy crack.
The idea must have worked because by the time I hit 13 I had all the bits in good working order.
We got girlfriends and different circles of friends and drifted apart with our "jamming sessions" becoming less and less frequent. By the time we were 15 it had been months since the last one and we barely said hi now and then.
Until he came looking to borrow a dolly...