I don't know if I was a late bloomer or if it was normal but I had just learned to jack off before my fifteenth birthday. I learned from a fat, faggy cousin that I had to spend the night with earlier that summer. I woke up being molested one night by him at my grandmother's house. I remember thinking at the time, "God that felt good but there had to be someone more attractive to do it with."
I practiced every chance I got at home and you might say I developed my own technique. I was squirting big loads by the middle of the summer. It hardly ever dawned on me that I had some cute boy I had seen in my visions every time I got off. That would be gay.
I whacked the hell out of that puppy all summer long and it grew into a very nice, hand-raised cock by the end of the summer. So much so that I was a little self-conscious in the gym showers.
"Damn Craig, was your dad a horse?" one kid taunted.
I just laughed it off knowing they wish they had what I had. There were also the guys that you knew were checking you out but didn't say anything. By the time I graduated high school I guess I was somewhat of a legend at our school. I imagined that even some of the girls had been told about my nice sized dick.
In reality, it wasn't all that amazing as it turned out. I was a very ample eight inches when fully extended. I loved to play with it though. It felt so big and hard in my hand and when it came it really made a mess.
At eighteen years old, I just wanted to share, you know? I just wanted to let someone else feel how amazing it was to hold it as it pulsated toward a climax. I was also aware that it was another boy I wanted to share it with.
After I got my car, I found a park some distance from our neighborhood that was somewhat suspect. There were always guys roaming around near the public bathrooms and I always wanted to stop and see what was going on.
One evening it was raining as I was driving home from my job at the taco place. My dick was so hard I thought about just pulling it out and whacking it off as I drove. With my luck though, I'd probably run a stop sign and get pulled over with my dick in my hand and the cops in town were not that good-looking.
As I passed the park it looked deserted but I thought it might be a good place to have a whack off anyway. I parked the car and just sat there massaging my cock through my pants. The windows soon became beaded with raindrops and I realized I needed to take a piss.
I got out of the car and walked through the light rain to the park restroom. I really got off on how great my huge boner looked as I walked. No one was around and I grabbed it and massaged it as I walked the short distance to the bathroom. There was only one light bulb that was still working in the rather large room. I could just make out that the walls on one side were lined with urinals and the other side had three stalls with no doors. I had pulled my mighty dick out and by the time I aligned with a urinal, I let go with a steady stream of hot piss. After the last drop of piss dripped from my hard cock I began to slowly massage it up and down the long hard shaft. I stepped back a few feet from the urinal and slowly rubbed myself. My other hand was inside my shirt pinching my right nipple.
Just then I head footsteps and I quickly moved closer to the urinal again. In the dim light I could just make out a thin boy with a hooded sweat shirt on. He could have chosen any urinal but he came right up to the one next to me.
When I could see him better, I could tell he was very young and his hairless cheeks were blushed from the cold rain. I didn't look at him again. That would have looked gay but from the corner of my eye, I saw him drop the hood to reveal a short dark brown haircut and an earring in his right ear. He was much hotter that the boy in my mind's eye that I jacked off to at home. I could smell his light cologne and hear his breath. It sent my balls into a frenzy.
"How's it goin'," he said in a deep boyish voice.
"Hey, what's up," I said back.
He looked straight down at his cock as he pissed. I could hear the heavy stream. Then he visibly shook it a few times and just stood there with his dick presumably still hanging out.
I realized that I had been standing there way longer than it would have taken me to have a piss and now his clock was ticking too. As the seconds ticked past, it became obvious that both of us were waiting for something more to happen.
Finally he stepped back and as I glanced briefly down he held in his hand a fine standard eight incher, full and hard.
Not to be outdone, I eased back to show off my nicely plumped cock supported by my right hand beneath it. He tightened his ass and strutted his cock forward and stroked it a few times as a little precum lingered at the tip.
I was uncut and the juice slurped as the foreskin moved over my head. He changed his cock to his left hand and put his right hand just inside the back of my boxers. His hands were surprisingly warm and smooth.
As we both mutually jerked our respective cocks his hand slid farther down my ass until I could just feel his middle finger touching my anus. It was anew experience for me. I never realized that touching there could feel so good when you were whacking off.
He stopped masturbating for a moment and unbuttoned his pants making his waistline looser. I took my left hand and mimicked his motions finding his tight ass hole. He groaned softly as I massaged his anus with my finger.
Finally he took my arm and led me to one of the stalls and said, "sit here."
I dropped my pants and sat on the toilet with my cock sticking straight up. He stepped out of his pants entirely and straddling my legs, he eased his hot little ass onto my cock facing me.
He was more that adorable as he smiled, "Where there's a will there's a way," he said.
He used his legs to raise and lower himself on me as my hot juicy dick penetrated his ass. He jacked his dick with one hand as he used his other hand on my shoulder to steady himself.
This was heaven. This was by far the cutest boy I had ever seen and he was riding my cock like a cowboy rides a horse.
I unloaded inside of him with a guttural groan as he continued to pound his hot cock against my stomach. I watched him as he bit his lower lip with his upper teeth. His breath was fast and heavy and had the fragrance of peppermint.
He continued to raise and lower his ass on me as he frantically pounded his cock. I had begun to think maybe he wasn't going to be able to come. I could see beads of sweat on his upper lip as he panted inches from my face. I leaned in and touched my lips to his and that was when he spewed a hot load of sperm from his dick onto my stomach. It spurted again and a third time as he closed his eyes and smiled still breathing hard.
He slowly pulled himself up from my still pulsing boner. Drops of my own cum dripped from his ass onto my thigh. I was officially gay and if this was what it was like to be gay, bring it on!
"I'm Craig, by the way." I said.
"Tim," he said, shaking my hand.
My dick was still almost as hard as it was in the middle of our experience. I crammed it back into my shorts and pants and it still felt alive, like it had lost nothing. He nudged at my bulge with his hand, "Nice cock," he said.
I smiled. I wanted to say, "Can I fuck you again?"
Tim gave me his phone number and when I got home I placed it in a special place in my wallet where I wouldn't lose it.
As I undressed for bed I was still feeling the tingle from my new found happiness. I looked at myself nude in the full-length mirror. My cock raised a little as I thought of Tim again. He was hot and sweet, thin and handsome and most of all he was like me, gay but still a guy with all the things that make guys so hot, a deep masculine voice and an adorable face that made him perfect.