Zack's Story
Hey everybody -- my name is Zack. Since this is my story, I'm going to start it off the way I want: I have "The Dick of Death"! Now I know that's silly and it's an exaggeration but the knowledge of that does color my world a bit. It's not like I haven't done some comparison shopping in the showers. I expect I'm better off than 90% of the other guys in my class. Okay, maybe 95%... for now. I know a lot of them have some growing to do. So do I, but I'm sure many of them have a lot of growth ahead of them and I suspect I'm closer to full-grown than most. I would sure love to check them out in three more years, but you have to take the opportunities as they are. We'll all be somewhere else in three years. Damn! It would be sweet to see what all these studs would be like naked when they are three years older -- I can imagine it. That's part of the problem. After all, I'm a healthy teenage boy and what do teen-aged boys do best of all? Get a hardon! I've already started down that road and I don't really want to get hard just now. It's too embarrassing! Put those thoughts out of my mind or I'm in big trouble...
That's a relief. Now I'm at home in my room and if I want to get a hardon, I can. That's what baggy sweats are for! It's just that if I get hard in school, everybody knows it. That's the one inconvenience with my dick -- it shows! But there is a compensation: most guys pop a boner in seconds -- no thought behind it. At least when my dick stirs, I have some time to think of something else... anything else. Otherwise, I'd never be able to shower in the gym. That would be a shame. I can keep "Mr. Dick" under control most of the time. Just don't let me get too interested in the sights and he may chub up a bit but he won't be standing at attention. He won't, that is, unless I'm being a day-dreaming doofus -- then it's face the wall and cold water at full for the rest of my shower. Still, the guys on either side of me will know! They have gotten quite a show a couple of times. Sometimes they not only get a show, they're responsible for it!
I've gotten a reputation and it's not all bad. It can have a good side when a classmate seeks me out to see what all the fuss is about. I get off that way often enough. Just understand that besides the private jerk-off session or blow job between me and some other sex-crazed kid, I take sex as deadly serious stuff. I'm not really promiscuous by nature and I do care about other people. For example, I'm not immune to the charms of older guys and I'd love to experience them but I know I'm jail-bait and I can control my urges for at least a couple of years more until I'm legal. I don't want to be the one leading an adult into a life-changing experience they can never take back. I couldn't ever forgive myself. See, I do think with something other than my dick (at least sometimes...) So, for now, it's classmates or blue balls or jerking off (BORING!!!) Well, not entirely boring. Hello there, Mr. Dick! Nice to see you again! (Excuse me for a few minutes, will you? I need some private time.)
Yeah, I know, I know... It was more than a couple of minutes. I fell asleep (after getting off.) I do love the old feeling of doing myself.
"Nobody does it better." True, but something is missing. I also like the tension of "Will he or won't he?" and the exhilaration of really getting to know someone both out in the world and in bed. So far, I'm not looking for a lover, but it's definitely in my future if I have anything to say about it! So, that brings me to introduce someone who is very important in my life: I introduce Ron. We sort of drifted together freshman year, two outcasts against the world. We spent a lot of time together both studying and also sharing our dreams. Wouldn't you know it! Both of us gay and thrown together like that. Still, there hasn't been any sex between us though we have played "you show me yours..." I don't expect we will ever be lovers. It's not that I don't love him, though. I am pretty certain he loves me, too. It's just that Ron has particular tastes in guys (really, men) and I just don't fit his image. He and I talk about it a lot and although he's just a few months older than I am, he is definitely looking for an adult lover. Someone "experienced". A man that's a little dominant, I suppose. Ron sees himself in a more passive role and when we speak frankly and sex comes up, all he wants is to get fucked. He doesn't fantasize about anything else, sex-wise. That's why I was dumb-struck just the other day when Ron announced that he wanted me to be his first. After I recovered from the shock I told him that he should give that honor to his eventual lover. He calmly explained that he didn't want his lover to be burdened with all that fussy stuff and maybe lose interest in him. He wanted their first lovemaking to be simple and fulfilling out of the starting gate and not for there to be any distractions. He also said that he wanted to at least appear to be experienced and worldly. He confided that he figured I would be patient and devoted and see it through and he said he was counting on me to do it so that he would experience the least pain and not be even the slightest bit put off about sex. I told him that was a tall order and I hoped I would be up to the task but if that was what he wanted, I'd be honored to pop his cherry. I told him in all mock-seriousness that before I was ready to let him loose into the world, we'd probably need to fuck maybe dozens of times to get his technique down properly and he answered: "In your dreams, Buttercup!" I kissed him then and got down to work right away. I wanted to explore the territory and see what I was up against. I undressed him and had him lay down on the bed bottoms-up to at least examine the goods. He's always fastidiously clean so I had one less worry to deal with. I have certainly read a lot about the subject, but in this area I was almost as much of a virgin as he was. Fortunately I don't have any hang-ups about these things and I was just as interested as he was in getting it right. I got to work exploring his ass and fingering and tonguing my way around. I'd ask him questions while I was at it: "What have you had up here before?" "Just my finger and not very deep." "Did you use any lube?" "Just Vaseline." "Did it hurt?" "No, not really. It just took some time to get used to the feeling." "Did you get any pleasure from it?" "Some, I guess. Mostly it was the thrill of doing something "dirty" but I kept brushing against my dick so I'd get a charge from that." "That sounds like a good start. Did you get off that way?" "Indirectly. It was exciting and once I pulled out, I jerked off and had a pretty strong climax." "Cool. So, good experience all around?" "Yeah." This last answer was delivered a little dreamily and I could tell he was getting into what I was doing to his ass. I don't think he'll be answering any more questions, though, and it's up to me now. I am working feverishly, licking and probing, pushing and massaging, stretching and caressing with occasional side trips to his balls. I think I have him flying along and despite a little pause when I inserted the second finger, overall a good first experience, I think. He must have thought so too because once I signaled I was ready to come up for air he virtually threw me out of his bedroom, presumably so he could jerk off. I could identify with that emotion, though it might have been more interesting to jerk off together. I just went home and took care of that business as I usually do. He really is a kind of private guy and I understand that. After talking with Ron at school the next week, we came up with a plan: One weekend session similar to the one we just had and a shorter, weeknight "study session" midweek. Rinse and repeat for a while. No complaints from me! I'm happy as a clam... Only problem is I think I'm falling in love!
Well, Ron and I have been practicing a lot for a while now. The only thing is, I don't know if we're any closer to his goal than before. Still, there's something in the air and I think a plan is about to be hatched... Tonight Ron and I are getting together for another make-out ... oh, excuse me ... study session. I get the feeling he's about to spring it on me then.
Sure enough, Ron HAS been plotting! He decided that for his first anal adventure, we should have the house to ourselves. He suggested to his parents that maybe they'd like to go visit his mother's maiden aunt out-of-town this weekend. He suspects that they suspect he wants some alone time but it doesn't matter much since they agreed to it. So Saturday is to be the big event. I don't know why but I'm suddenly nervous as hell.
Ron and I get together late Saturday afternoon for his formal initiation. He's as nervous as I am and as we get undressed he says as much to me: "I didn't sleep very well last night just thinking about today -- I'm probably making more of it than it deserves." "Come on... you only get one first time at any of this and it's OK to be anxious. I'm just glad you chose me." "Thanks, Zack. I know now that you'll be patient with me. You've certainly put in the work in the past month. Aren't you tired of seeing my ass yet?" "God, no. I could make this my hobby." (Ron chuckles) "I don't think I could have done it. I never thought of that part of me as worthy of extended study." "You have a fabulous ass and I just want to bury my face in it for a long time. Then there's the thought of burying something else up there. That's got my attention now. I'll probably be hard 'til we finish." "Seems like a good place to raise a flag, Zack." "You're a bad influence on me. You're corrupting a minor, you cad!" "I think you were pretty corrupted without my help." "True. Just a youth defiled." "Well, let's hurry up so I can become a youth deflowered." "Your wish is my command, Captain!" I'm measurably excited by this responsibility while Ron is getting a little impatient. I start off the action just like so many of the weekend sessions before doing all the familiar things -- the rimming and the probing and the stretching now with three fingers inserted and I'm giving it more time today since the occasion is open-ended so to speak. I've even prepared my family for the possibility that there may be a sleep-over involved. So, there's no pressure to rush. After an hour, Ron asks: "Hey, how about fucking me? That IS why you came here, isn't it?" "True, no doubt it is. I can start getting ready if you're sure." "Start your engines; let's get ready to tumble..." "Clever." Ron looks over his shoulder as I start to wake my organ up from its momentary slumber. "What, losing interest so soon?" "No, it just went to sleep while I was busy. It won't take long to get it hard again." "Do you need a hand?" "Always happy to share -- flip over." This is Ron's first real close-up experience with my dick and he shows some serious interest. We take turns stroking my member and it's clear that Ron is getting into this regardless of his earlier ho-hum attitude. It seems a real throbbing erection beats a fantasy any time. "Mmm -- that's nice. How'd you ever get such a big one? Is your father like this?" "You know, I have no idea. We're not very open in the nudity department at home and I'm not going to ask Mom!" "Understood. Not much 'sharing' like that goes on over here either." "Yeah, sometimes it just remains a mystery though I've certainly thought of that before." "Really?" "Yeah, sure. I wondered if my dad ever fooled around with guys when he was my age and if so, what was he like. I wouldn't let it get so far as to let it become a fantasy 'cause that would be just too weird but the thought did occur to me." Ron is watching as I'm stroking along and he notes: "Looks like we're having a 'stimulating' conversation here... you're certainly responding." "So I am. It's funny what will set you off. I've gotten aroused from an unexpected sneeze at the wrong time." "Well THAT's nothing to sneeze at..." Ron gives it a tug ending with his thumb over my piss slit. He can feel the beginnings of pre-cum starting to flow and rubs it around a little. "Ooh, you don't want to do too much of that." "Really?" "Unless you want me to cum right now." "We'd better save it." "Yeah." "Idle thought -- how long does it take you to re-charge anyway?" "I'm not sure. I don't often get the chance at a second round. I usually fall asleep before I could ever find out." "Too much stroking yourself and not enough help from your friends." "So true." Ron takes a peck at my lips. I smile at the thought of Ron's "help".
"It doesn't look as if it is gonna happen this time. It's all my fault. I'm so sorry. I don't think I was nearly aggressive enough with your training. In my head, I probably didn't ever want it to end." "Zack, stop! This is still my problem and we'll solve it eventually. I've gotten kind of impatient with you and I probably didn't give it enough time. It was just such a shock when I first felt the pain. It wasn't what I expected and there hasn't been any pain at all while we were practicing so I wasn't prepared. I just clamped down and that was the end of it for today. We will get past this, I promise." All during this time I've been idly thrusting slowly to keep my hardon going just in case I might need it. I realize where this is going and I have to discuss it with Ron: "Uh, Ron, I have a problem here. I'm pretty close and I don't really want to stop now. Is it OK if I finish myself off?" "Yeah, keep doing what you're doing but I'd like to watch it when you cum. Can you manage that?" "Sure. When I feel it's nearly ready, I'll ask you to turn over again and I'll splooge onto your belly. Can you deal with that?" "Sure. Sex is messy anyway and a little more mess is OK, I guess." "OK." I keep up the rhythm I've established up and down the crack of Ron's ass and it is getting to the boiling point down in my nuts. A couple of seconds more of this and I have some thoughts of how warm my dick feels wrapped up in Ron's ass and I'm so ready. I tell him to flip and soon I'm peeling off the condom and dropping it on the floor and I now get the old feeling with my hand wrapped around the top of my pole and although it's a little dry just now, I know it won't take long to pop. I can't take the time to add some lube or even spit and I figure if I wake up a little sore tomorrow, it'll be worth it. Ron is watching everything closely and his attention is spurring me on in a way. I feel like I want to make it extra special for him so I clench up just a little to restrain my orgasm for a second or two and hope it will make a better impression. This extra effort is sending me over the edge and I couldn't stop it now if I wanted. I feel the boil sweeping up from my sack and my ass and taking the trip up my peter and soon I'm shooting. The first jet is stronger than I realized and though I'm aiming at Ron's stomach, it lands somewhere closer to his chin. It just hangs there and sags down onto his chest in a glistening string. I grin at Ron as he realizes what happened then he smiles back as my second pulse just splashes onto his belly like a tidal wave and fills his belly button instantly. The after-spray which comes off my dick as I stroke it rapidly is in the form of drops which catch Ron in the face like a sticky form of spring rain and he grins as he feels it hit his face. The third and fourth wave proceed as did the second with somewhat lessening intensity with each one but the volume is increased and Ron's really getting slimed now. The last couple of squirts are a little bit embarrassing compared to the first ones but nobody's perfect and finally I stop cumming with a long drooling drop which lands just above Ron's generous, dark brown pubes. This has the effect of focusing my attention on Ron's dick which is nicely chubbed up but isn't really hard yet. I watch as Ron takes his finger and scoops up a generous dollop of my cum and pops it into his mouth. Something comes together in my head which I wasn't really thinking about before and I throw caution to the winds for once and do something I never thought I would ever do -- I drop my dick which lands on Ron's belly with a little slap-splash and then lower myself down and swallow Ron's dick in one motion down to the root. I can hear and feel his sharp intake of breath as I do it and so here we go. Honestly, I am in a post-orgasm haze and I'm not thinking straight but my head is full of love for Ron and the intensity of my feelings is overwhelming. I have his dick so deep in my throat that I automatically start to squeeze the head with my throat muscles and I try to milk his precious dick hoping to draw an erection out of him. It is having its effect and he's growing in my throat. Since he can't move deeper just now, instead, the part closest to his body is escaping from my lips and back out into open air. This is a strange feeling to me and nothing I have experienced before. Always when I've sucked cock before, the guy was completely rock hard and so I knew exactly what I was trying to accommodate but this experience will be a revelation since I have no idea what Ron is hiding. I'm still massaging the head with my throat and he's continuing to escape beyond my lips and I can't feel his pubes on my face any more. Also I notice that the space behind his corona is growing rapidly and getting really solid and it's crowding my throat. It's time to do a strategic retreat so I can take a breath and also see what I'm dealing with. Slowly and sensually (God, I hope Ron doesn't get the impression I'm getting desperate...) I withdraw and try to stimulate his member as I do. Once I get to the top I give the head a couple of tentative licks and one swirl around the corona. I'm just starting to be able to see the dimensions of the dick I'm dealing with and it's truly impressive. It's an odd shape and seems just as I guessed it might be with an average head and an enlarged flare just behind the head that seems to be more solid than most I've dealt with before. I am deliberately concentrating on his member and avoiding looking into Ron's eyes since I couldn't bear it if there was any disapproval or sadness about him since we never really talked about this and with his attitude before I'm really not sure if I have his permission for this. It is a little strange since I've had his enthusiastic cooperation for our extended ass-play sessions and he did ask me to jerk off onto him but I'm in different territory now. He's certainly had ample opportunity to say something or to express any reservations in a more tangible way like grabbing my ears or slapping at me and he's done none of that. Now would be the time he should interrupt me and nothing but silence. I've had a couple of breaths now and since the light isn't red, I'm full steam again. Down over the cock I'm now fully acquainted with I go and start to establish what I think will be a rhythm that will please Ron. I stop at bottom just a second and give his head a squeeze with my throat and then back up to the top I slide and let my tongue trace his urethra and the structures along the length of the shaft that are providing that lovely firmness I'm learning to appreciate. I feel Ron's hand reach out to toy with my hair and I'm so relieved to see a little cooperation from him. I'm hoping it won't stay so passive for long and he'll urge me on soon. That'll be when I know that I'm doing this right and he's getting something out of my hard work. Just now I feel a warm affection for Ron and I need to touch him in a way I haven't done so far. I slide my hands under his rump cheeks and caress his ass for a moment. This is where my hands will stay for a long while. So I'm working at this trying to be stimulating and keeping the interest going by throwing an occasional curve ball and I think I'm finally getting somewhere. He's as hard as he's going to get (I hope) and he's getting into the rhythm I've established. He's definitely participating now with a slight pressure on the back of my head when I slide down his pole. It's not that he's face-fucking me -- I wouldn't expect that from Ron -- but there's a passion there and I can feel that he's getting just a little more tense from the tone of his ass muscles. They're working harder and he's clamped his legs tight against my thighs. To change things up I take one fast plunge down on his dick as fast as I can and only stop when the head is as deep down my throat as I can manage to make it go. He gasps just a little at this then runs his fingers up through my sideburns and over the top of my head and then ruffles my hair a little in a sign that I'm pleasing him, I think. I've paused at the bottom just a beat and now I get back to the rhythm I've been using all along. It's a familiar tempo and I just realized it's the one I use on myself. Not too slow and not too blazing fast either. Hopefully he'll agree soon that it's a perfect rhythm for him as well. As an aside, I reflect that I truly love cocksucking and that I could be such a slut if I wanted to be with a willing dick to make love to this way. It doesn't hurt, either, that it's attached to this guy I care so much for. I grab a handful of Ron's ass and squeeze a little more firmly than before and he sighs a little in response. I guess he always will be an ass-boy (though I can see he won't be MY ass-boy for long.) I've put aside my earlier anxiety and now I am just living in the moment of giving an astoundingly good blow job (if I do say so myself) and I find I need to follow Ron's rear as he starts lifting it higher and higher. I know where this is leading (though giving head isn't something I have done much in the horizontal position before, I can make the adjustment, thank you very much...) I'm about to get my reward and Ron is about to get his as well. Soon Ron makes a major thrust upward and my throat is flooded with his sweet nectar and I'm swallowing all I can get (slut, remember?) I want all he can give me and that's what I get. Maybe he's been having some blue balls himself but he seems to have been storing it up for a while. His breathing is kind of ragged and I move one hand onto his abdomen to encourage him to calm down and I only then remember the sticky mess I left there only minutes ago. Eek! He seems to be pumping his final few squirts now and I try to catch the last of it in my mouth without swallowing because I know what I need to do next. I slide my hand out from under his tush and find a solid place on the mattress and hoist myself up to Ron's level and give him a passionate kiss complete with a strong dose of his own jizz straight from the source. "Soon as you're able, let's get you into the shower and cleaned off. God, you're a mess!" "I know. Just a little recovery time and I can get up and do that. By the way, thanks!" "What for?" "The BJ. I always wondered what it would be like." "You've never gotten blown?" "Only in my imagination. I'm a lot more inexperienced than you think." "Nobody ever came on to you before?" "No. At least not so I noticed. I never went looking for it either. I'm kind of bashful when it comes to sex, I guess." "It never occurred to me that you'd be a virgin... at least in that way. No fumbling teenage experiments?" "When I was really young, what, maybe five years ago I did play around with someone else but we only jerked each other off and we were still too young to cum. That was nice but no repeats 'til today." "I was thinking you were saving it up -- I guess I was right. Who would believe?" "Well, I'm not a total innocent... I do jerk off, you know." "Yeah but it's different somehow with somebody else, isn't it; somehow more real than just when you're alone." "Oh, yeah! Sure is different all right. You know, you caught me by surprise when you swallowed my dick. I had all I could do not to start giggling but that would have been undignified somehow so I held my breath instead." "Oh, so that was it. I concluded from your silence that you somehow disapproved. I worried that I was raping you." "Fuck no. I just didn't even think I could ask for that. What with everything else lately, I was just concentrating on losing my virginity from the other end." "Trust me, you could have asked. There's nothing I like more, and especially with you. I should warn you, though, that I can see myself getting really obsessed with you if we're not careful. I'll be following you around like a love-struck puppydog soon. Please don't encourage me. I know that's not what you want." "I didn't think it was likely that it would go that far. You know, I do love you in my own way and now I feel so close to you. I guess I need to be careful too." "That's just the afterglow talking. C'mon and get out of bed and let me help clean you off." "All right. Just another kiss and I'll be ready to go." "My pleasure!" After that kiss I had a sort of brainstorm and begged forgiveness then ran down to the bathroom to snag a dark colored towel and brought it back to Ron's room and asked him to wrap it around his middle to prevent sloppy messes on the carpet on the way back to the bathroom. We walked back to there with my arm over his shoulder and damn if I didn't catch sight of his (now somewhat deflated) big dick swinging obscenely under that towel. I made a comment and he giggled a bit and told me I was a pervert (big news flash!) We arrived at the bathroom and proceeded to hop into the shower and once the major goo was removed we went about the process of cleaning each other off with occasional pecks on the lips along the way. I spent my time washing Ron's chest and back knowing if I concentrated any lower on his body, I'd just end up on my knees giving a repeat performance of what just happened in the bedroom (not that that would have been so bad...) but Ron seemed to concentrate his attention on my ass and gave it a thorough cleaning. I grabbed his hand eventually and held it as I spoke to him back over my shoulder: "You know you can fuck me if you want to try it... I've been there before." "I suppose that's right. It was only an idle thought but it does interest me." "It's only been a few times -- not too many of our classmates go that way but there were a few who wanted more than a quick BJ or a jerk." "And you were always careful?" "Of course!" "I'm not sure, though." "Well, I can say this: It's good to learn how to give a party if you want to enjoy the party favors..." Ron seemed amused by this and I suspect he will bring the subject up again. We dry ourselves off and return to his bedroom. I ask him how he feels about a sleepover and he's OK with that as far as it goes but he's uncertain how he will react since he's never tried to sleep with someone before. "Well, if you're planning to have a lover, you'll need to figure this out sooner or later. I'm sure the two of you won't be sleeping in separate beds." "True, and it is Saturday so if I get absolutely no sleep, I can still recharge on Sunday." "Then it's a plan?" "Fine with me. It will be fun to sleep with you." "Well, I'll get the ball rolling and let the folks at home know I'll be staying -- I already dropped a hint that it might go that way." "They don't know what we've been up to do they?" "Naah -- Just that we're working together on something. They probably think it's a class assignment." "Not an ass assignment?" "Stop that. You don't want to get me all excited again." "Not until later." "Hmmm." So we go about our little domestic scene and since we're both hungry we stop to have some supper. He's got the meals his mom left for us and pops two of them into the oven and we sit down and watch some TV while we are waiting. We're only wearing robes from after the shower and we're getting really comfortable together like this. We're much closer and just more physical together than we've ever been before and we fall into a casual intimacy while we're sitting together on the couch. I can touch him however I like and he can do the same and it feels so natural this way. I guess sex between us made it possible to drop the other barriers between us as well. It's a pretty special feeling; one I'll need to remember for the future.
Overnight arrangement into the morning woods then separation
Shopping trip and dinner invitation
Ron arrives a little early. He is seated and sips at the water while he's cooling his heels. After the meeting time, Ron is staring at his watch when I walk in bearing a gift. "Ron, how long have you been waiting?" "Too long. I thought you were going to stand me up." "No way -- I'm not even very late. You must have come in early." "A little." "I got you something... but you gotta promise me that you won't make noises when you open it." "Noises?" "Trust me -- you will want to make noises. Still, do you want the whole restaurant looking over here at the two gay fools having dinner together?" "Probably not. OK, I promise." "Alright. Here it is." Ron opens the card attached to the box: "A workman is only as good as his tools..." "Well, that's enigmatic. Should I still open it or will it explode?" "It's OK to open it but just don't take out the contents and wave them around." (Ron chuckles) "Interesting -- who will be the most embarrassed? Me or you?" "Definitely you." "Then I'll be discreet." Ron lifts the cover on the box and peeks inside. A involuntary squeak does escape from him even though he's trying to control himself. He puts the cover back on and has a hearty laugh. A few diners do look over but their attention returns to filling their faces quickly. Ron adopts a low, sexy voice now: "It's diabolical -- that thing is truly bizarre! Do you really want me to use that on myself?" "Only if you want to finish what we started." "Do you think it will work?" "It ought to. I measured it against my own and it will do the job if you have the courage." "I want to try it right away." "When were your folks coming home?" "Oh, God, I almost forgot about that. Just a couple of hours." "Well, you can either try it on yourself or you can wait until our mid-week 'study session' and I'll get you started." "I'm not sure I can wait that long." "If you do use it, I included a container of special cleaning solution in view of your neat-freak status." "Thanks! You think of everything." "Any chance your mom will find it? It might freak her out." "She knows better than to go snooping in my room. She's gotten an eyeful once and I don't think she'll want a repeat of that experience. Poor dear couldn't stop shaking for an hour." "I hope you won't stop shaking for a week!" "Is that thing safe?" "Should be. Don't go hog-wild with it and you should be fine. The three graduated heads are compressed into the space of one not-very-significant erection so you shouldn't have a problem. I'm somewhere between number two and number three. If you get number three in, you're home." "I may never leave home without it, my friend." "Still, I want to play too. Don't get all independent on me." "Don't worry -- there is always room for my Zacky.... or at least there WILL be!"
PostScript:
Zack and Ron did finally get it on (perhaps get it in would be more appropriate) but Zack never got that opportunity for "dozens of times" fucking Ron. He found it a little awkward since he would bump into the turn in Ron's colon before he was ever fully inserted. It was necessary for Zack to limit his thrusts to a not-so-satisfying short stroke and although they had some success, Zack didn't find the stimulation he required to remain fully erect. It seems Zack would again paint Ron's belly with his semen and that's not so bad after all. They did fuck once more closer to graduation day and Ron reported not long afterward that he and his new lover had no trouble getting into each other thanks to Zack's help.
Author's Notes:
Fast forward twelve years to Zack's tenth High School reunion. He's having a good time and figuring out who is gay in his class. They all quietly retire to the shower room and it's orgy time! Zack has brought the K-Y and the condoms just on a whim.
Then, there is the humorous note that was printed in Zack's High School yearbook: "Here's Zack: he'll grow on you!" accompanied by his photo with that shit-eating grin of his. Damn!
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