This is a story that is almost entirely true. And the only fictional parts play no role in the basic tale. If you're under the age of majority where you live, go away, but definitely come back in a few years -- this is a story every young man should read. It's not a typical "boy-meets-boy, boys fuck" type of story. But if you are into foreplay, innuendo, and were ever 16, you might enjoy it.
I've never written a story for Nifty before, but I bet I've read 10,000 of them. So pardon the editing errors and some lack of continuity.
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Stacy
I don't remember exactly when I met Fred, probably some time in 10th grade. He wasn't in my Junior high school, I'm pretty sure about that. I hung with an "out" crowd, as opposed to the "in" crowd. We weren't exactly unpopular, but we were geeky, smart, generally introverted, and not rich. Looking back on it, I realize that most of us were pretty normal teenage boys, and we all struggled with the same challenges as almost everyone else.
So I guess I'd known Fred for about a year. He was usually on the edge of our little group, so I think he had some other friends he chummed around with as well. He was tall, probably nearly 6 feet, to my 5' 9". He wore huge glasses, but they were probably not uncool for the early 80's. And he had wild, dirty-blond hair. He had delicate features and hands, and was pretty slim, but not skinny. I think his hair and his long legs were his best features.
I was neither slim nor fat, although certainly not fit. My hair was always pretty short, and always neat. I am blue-eyed, and my hair was a forgettable shade of brown. Nothing to see here folks, move along. And most people did, not giving me much of a second look My eyes have always been my most memorable feature, at least that's what I've been told.
At that time, the issue of sexuality was less discussed than it is now, although there were always lots of gay-bashing put-downs, even among our group. As far as I know, nobody was gay; I'm not even sure about Fred. I tried to fit in as best I could, but by the time this story takes place, I was 16, and even though I couldn't bring myself to label it, I had enough self-awareness to accept that I wasn't quite arrow-straight.
Eleventh grade wasn't really much different than freshman year. Same boring courses, same terrifying social awkwardness, same miserable, long, dark days. Until........PhysEd. That's what we always called it. It wasn't anything special. We had very few jocks in our classes (they were mostly with the lower-level kids), so we were all pretty lame. We changed into our gym clothes in the locker room, nobody changed underwear, nobody took showers. You could see a few bulges, and some legs that were getting hairy, maybe even a rare treasure trail, but that was pretty much it. We rotated through different sports and activities, never spending too much time at one, lest we get bored. Or good at it!
Which is how we came to be trying badminton, along about the end of October. Most of us had played badminton before, including taking it in PhysEd in previous years. But this year, we had a smaller group, and we could all fit in the gym at once. Which meant we got to play for the whole period. We swapped partners three or four times to keep it interesting and not too intense. I loved it, and I was pretty good at it. I could never strike the birdie as hard as some of the others, but I was crafty and quick. So I won my share of matches. As I said, I wasn't terribly fit, so it was hard work for me. And I sweated. A lot. I guess we all did, but despite the teacher giving us the usual shower pep-talk at the beginning of the year, nobody wanted to be the first to stand naked in front of all his classmates, soaping up his dick.
So this one day Fred and I were playing each other when the teacher called time. He and I were well-matched, and we were duking it out and having fun, playing hard. When we walked back to the locker room, Fred commented that his shirt was soaked through and he didn't smell very good. I told him I agreed that he stunk to high heaven, and he returned the favor by telling me I not only smelled, but I was beet-red from the exertion. Which was true whenever I get hot, my face turns bright red. Our lockers weren't next to each other, but I could see him take his gym shorts off, and then sitting on the bench in his saggy briefs, he took his shirt off and tried to dry his armpits with it, and then smelled the shirt and grimaced in disgust. I laughed, and he looked my way and saw me looking. I did the same thing with my shirt, and tried to make the same face, and he watched the whole time, and laughed as well. Looking back, I think that almost innocent exchange triggered something in both of us, and I'm sure if we'd been more experienced, we could have heard the gaydar pinging loudly.
After gym that day, we had a science class. Physics I think. Fred and I shared that class too, the only one other than Phys Ed. We didn't have assigned seating, but I usually sat near the back, which is where I went that day, and when Fred arrived, he sat in front of me. As soon as he sat down, I could smell his sweat, even though he had obviously applied deodorant after the gym. I leaned forward and whispered "If I smell as bad as you, everyone else is really suffering!" He gave me the finger without even turning around, but a few minutes later he half-turned and said that he regretted not having gone into the gym washroom and washed his pits, and that he felt gross knowing he would smell like that for the rest of the day (our Phys Ed class was mid-morning). I took the plunge. "If everyone wasn't so scared of being gay, we would just get over it and have showers like we're supposed to!"
Fred nodded his head and said "I know! It's crazy. We're all so embarrassed about our dicks!" And that was it, the teacher called the class to order, and we let the subject drop. But I was forming a plan in that little head of mine. And I think maybe Fred's little head was planning for his big head too!
The next day at lunch, Fred and I were sitting off to one end of the table, everyone else was drifting away to some sort of School Spirit thing outside the library. I looked over at him and made an exaggerated sniffing sound. Smiling, I said "You don't smell as bad today as you did yesterday!" He laughed for a bit, then told me again how disgusting he had felt yesterday, and that someone told him on the bus on the way home that he needed to open the window. He said he showered for half an hour as soon as he got in the door. My heart was beating a little faster now, and my balls were pulled up tight. The conversation was going as I wanted, but I had to be very careful to not let him think I was pushing too hard.
"You know, I always bring a towel in my gym bag. You could borrow it if you ever want to wash your armpits. I hardly ever use it."
He fell for my trap. "Why do you bring it if you never use it?"
"I always think someone might have balls enough to actually take a shower, and I would take one too. I'm not too worried about being naked, I'm just too chickenshit to be the only one that gets made fun of." Fred didn't even pause. "I'll go with you. You know I hate stinking up my clothes. And the next class!"
"And the bus!" I teased. Then I asked him if he was serious, that he wouldn't just leave me heading to the showers by myself. "Un-un" he said. "I'll be in there too. I have to walk by your locker to get to the showers anyway, so you can just follow me." "Tomorrow?" I asked him.
"I won't be here tomorrow, I have to get my braces adjusted." Shit, I thought. But he promised next Tuesday. He was smiling through the whole conversation, so I hoped it seemed natural enough, and that he didn't suspect that I just really wanted to be an exhibitionist, and to see another guys dick. I wasn't worried at all about getting hard (popping a boner, we called it) in the shower. I knew I'd be so nervous that my dick would be all scrunched up.
I was pretty worked up for the next 5 days! At school, especially around Fred, I did my best to act calmly, and laid back. At home, I was wearing the skin off my dick by jerking off way above the average teenage boy rate (which means about 4 times a day!) I constantly checked myself out in the mirror, to make sure I didn't look weird. If I'd known about trimming pubic hair, I would have done it, not only to make my dick look as big as possible, but also to make it look as good as I could. I made all sorts of experiments trying to figure out how to keep myself half-hard - looking as big as possible without being hard (and therefore gay). Pretty tricky, let me tell you.
This wouldn't be the first time I'd seen another guy's penis. Nor would it be the first time another guy had seen mine. The group of guys I hung around with mostly had dirt bikes, and often we would double up. Somehow, I've completely forgotten how, one of these guys started flicking my dick when he was on the back with me. I think he must have been just teasing me or getting back at me for calling him a douche or something, but, of course, the inevitable happened, and I got hard.
I certainly wasn't the biggest guy in the world, but my erection was obvious to someone who was holding on by wrapping both hands around my waist and clasping them in front - right on top of my penis. So once he knew I'd gotten hard, that led to more flicking and mocking, and it was soon a regular thing, and pretty soon he tried to embarrass me by pulling my erection out of my pants while we were driving through the woods! He would look at it in the rear view mirror, and sometimes stroke it. But I don't think he was gay at all, just having a bit of fun. He knew I liked it though, and sometimes I'd let him drive and do the same thing to him. But he never once got even a little hard. He was a few years younger than me, but he had a nice dick - lots of hair, pretty thick. More of a "shower" than me, I'm a total "grower".
And of course lots of us had seen each other's dicks while we pissed, but I only ever saw one other guy hard - he also was a couple of years younger than me, but he got good and hard. Pretty small unfortunately, I think he got into puberty pretty late.
When the big day finally came, I was a huge bundle of nerves. The first part of the morning passed sooooo slowly, but eventually Phys Ed started, and we were on the badminton courts. I was determined to give it everything I had, because I wanted to make sure everyone knew I really needed a shower. I had not put on any deodorant that morning, just to make sure I would stink as much as possible. By the time class was half over I was dripping, my balls were sloshing in my underwear, and I was beet-red. At the end of class, I really was ready for a shower, and when I saw Fred, I could tell he was pretty sweaty too. We caught each other's eye as we stood at the water fountain, and we each gave a slight conspiratorial nod, confirming we were both still game.
I didn't hurry at all - I knew I had plenty of time. Our next class was pretty slack anyway, and Mrs. Walker hardly ever showed up on time. She knew we would all just drift in from Phys Ed anyway. But Fred apparently had other ideas. I was keeping an eye on him, and before I knew it, I got an eyeful of pale skin and pubic hair, before he wrapped a towel around himself and practically ran to the showers. I dropped my pants and underwear as fast as I could - I didn't want to miss any of this show! And then I was in the shower room, and had to make an unexpected decision.
Fred had chosen a shower in a far corner. Should I follow him all the way over there and risk being thought a pervert?? Or stay in the near corner and not be able to see anything??? I was leaning towards heading over, pervert be damned. The near corner was close to the locker room and the door never closed tight, and I didn't want everyone to be able to look in and see me naked. Then just as I was starting to head over, Fred reached over and turned on the shower next to his. An invitation if ever there was one!
On my way over to him, I got my first close look at his whole naked body. As I already told you, Fred could look a bit gangly most times, all arms and legs, and big glasses. But here in the showers, completely in the nude, he looked pretty awesome. Tall and slim for sure, but perfectly proportioned - long feet to go with his long legs, slightly bulging calves that showed just a hint of strength, firm thighs that flowed into a butt that was so shocking in its beauty I was taken aback - I had never felt attracted to an ass before - didn't even think about them when I fantasized. Boy was that going to change. His lower legs were covered in light brown hair, while his thighs and butt were only slightly covered in peach fuzz almost. Just noticeable. His chest was just what you'd expect from a slim 16 year old - not broad or deep, but once more, perfectly proportional. He had a beauty that was almost feminine, and as I discovered over the intervening years, his grace as he moved around while naked was something very rare in a man. I was in awe.
When I got next to him, we both just stood under the water for a while, looking straight ahead obviously, kind of absorbing the moment. I'm not sure if I was disappointed with his dick or glad. He was quite a bit bigger than me - circumcised and dangling in full flaccid state, but quite dangly, more than 4" long for sure, probably closer to 5". He had a bigger glans than I did, and his testicles hung quite a bit lower. He didn't have big balls, just low. He was not very hairy at all - pretty thinly covered, and only going a couple of inches above his dick. He did have a lot of hair under his arms, which really turned me on because I only was just starting to get hair there.
In the dick department, I consider myself pretty lucky -- even then I knew I had a decent-sized cock. But only when hard. Flaccid, not so much! So even though Fred didn't have a porn star schlong, I still felt inferior with my 3" Vienna sausage next to his swinging salami.
We stood that way for a while - I'm pretty sure he was checking me out too, and I remember feeling a bit weird about that. But I didn't turn away. Then he started rubbing soap around his chest and under his arms, so I did the same. When he leaned over to reach his legs and feet, he said quietly "Not so bad, eh?" I had no idea exactly what he meant by that remark, and I never ever asked him. Glancing over at him, I just said "No, pretty good actually."
By this time, he had washed everything except his dick and his ass, and I was nervously running the soap around my butt, so I guess he must have decided to go for it, so he just looked down at his cock and went to town washing it. He even stretched it out with one hand and washed it thoroughly with the other. I immediately did the same thing - I was so nervous there was no chance I'd get even a little hard, despite this being the most erotic moment of my life up to then. For a moment, we both were looking down, almost showing our dicks to each other, but there was a loud bang in the locker room, and we both turned away from each other and washed our asses.
Soon we were rinsed off, and headed over together to dry off. There was a bench there under the towel hooks, and we each kind of faced each other and put one foot up on the bench, and dried our legs and then our nuts. We weren't at all shy, and we both were staring pretty good at each other. It was an incredible experience for me, to be able to stand and openly let someone else look at my private parts while I did the same to him. I've never forgotten that moment. By now, I was actually starting to grow a bit, and I think Fred knew it. He seemed to be stroking himself with his towel a little, trying to make it harden, but he never got there - someone opened the shower room door and yelled to hurry up faggots, so we wrapped our towels around ourselves and beat it to our lockers.
We were the only ones in the locker room for a while - the next class was mostly girls, and none of the guys were on time. We took our time and dried ourselves some more, not openly staring but almost. We both chubbed up again, and I made a few slapping noises as I flopped my dick around, which made Fred laugh and say "Quiet down - someone'll think you're jerking off!" Then we had to get dressed, and head out. And that was the end of the best day of my young life!
I don't have to say what I did the very minute I got through the door to my house after school. I shot the best load ever! I was lying down and some reached my neck - which was pretty awesome for me. And after I came, I swirled the cum all around my dick and pubes, and pretended that it was Fred's cum, and that just made me hard all over again.
Sadly, Fred and I never showered together again. I can't really say why exactly, but neither of us pushed it, and I think we were both a little afraid of being tagged as gay. Times were a lot different then. But we were much closer friends after that day, and we often made lewd comments to each other when we were alone, and teased each other about the size of our dicks - something I guess we felt comfortable doing with each other because we'd been nude together. Sometimes we'd catch the other one with a boner in class and smirk, but it never went much farther.
Once between classes we were running a bit late, and the halls were nearly empty. Fred said "I havta pee before chemistry", and I said I had to as well. So we cut into a washroom, which was empty, and we went to the urinals. There were four of them, but Fred took one of the center pair, so I went right next to him. He stood quite a bit back and unbuckled his belt and pants and unzipped. I copied him move for move, even though I normally didn't undo my pants when I pissed. I was looking straight down, watching what I was doing and at the same time looking at Fred out of the corner of my eye. I flipped my dick out first and even though I would never have done it next to anyone else, I gave it three or four good tugs to stretch it out. Fred said "Quit playing with it!", so I looked over at him and said "Quit watching me!". He just grinned, and then hauled his out and started tugging on it too. We were both jerking ourselves slowly, and I started to pee. This was amazing because I was a very shy pisser - always had a hard time setting started in public. But there I was with Fred watching me closely, having no problem at all. He started flowing soon too, and we just casually watched each other's stream.
It wasn't anything spectacular, but we both knew it was extremely hot. I was getting hard by the time I finished my piss, and I was in no hurry to put my dick away. Fred was getting there too, but I was well ahead of him. He said "You look excited". I just shrugged. "Been a hard day!" was all I said. "So I see". The bell rang, and we tucked them away and washed our hands. As we dried them, he looked at me in the mirror and said "You should point it down your leg, it's showing". I looked down and saw that he was right. I blushed hotly. "Whoops. Thanks. You obviously have a lot of practice". "Yeah," he said, "But mine's harder to hide!" And then he ran out the door. Prick.
Soon it was end of the year. I never had a summer job when I was in high school, but Fred did, so he was looking forward to having some money. I was looking forward to helping out around my family's yard and dirt biking. On nearly the last day of class, Fred came in wearing cut-off jean shorts - something I had never seen any other classmate do. He still looked geeky - there were no low-cut socks back then, so he was wearing regular gym socks, but his legs were hairy, and tanned. And the shorts were clearly made from jeans which had gotten too short for him, and also too tight! He looked very sexy, and if you watched, you could see the outline of his dick head in his shorts. Excellent!
Partway through the day we were walking to class and he asked if I'd like to come down to his place in a couple of weeks, to spend the weekend. He said we could ride his three-wheeler and float in the river in his back yard. I honestly had never had a sleep-over in my life to that point, but I said sure right away. I could tell he was a bit nervous asking me, and the smile he gave me after I said yes really sent a twinge to my crotch. He said we could sleep in a tent in his yard if it was nice, and have a campfire too. Could it get any better? All I had to do was convince my seriously over-protective parents to let me go. And that only took 4 days of constant pleading and promising not to go anywhere near the water (I can't swim), and to always wear my helmet on the bike. But eventually they caved, and at the end of the first week of July, I was headed to Fred's little village outside of town.
Fred's house had once been a small farm, and there was still a barn and a few other outbuildings, but no animals. Only a small vegetable garden and an overgrown bunch of raspberry plants. It was a big old ramshackle house that had clearly been added to several times over the 100 years or so since it was first built. And that was a good thing, because Fed's room was in what could almost be considered a separate wing. He didn't have his own bathroom, but his room did have its own little white sink and water. The coolest part was that you could go out of his window onto the roof of one of the screened porches. We'd check that out later tonight Fred told me.
There would be no tent tonight. It was a sunny, humid day, but the weather report said there would be thunder storms tonight, so we decided we would sleep in Fred's room. He had a double bed, but we were going to sleep on the floor in sleeping bags. After going out on his 3-wheeler for a few hours, he convinced me to take off my shirt. I had no shorts, and Fred was way too slim for anything he had to fit me, but he managed to find a pair of loose sweat pants that fit me, and he just ran and grabbed some scissors and cut the legs off them so I could have some shorts!
My whole body was white except for a farmers tan on my arms. I never went shirtless or wore shorts. Fred on the other hand was tanned everywhere - he had told me he spent a lot of time floating in the river on a tube with some friends and cousins. So after a couple of hours biking around, I was pretty red, and he said we should go get some sunscreen before I was in too much pain to enjoy the weekend. Fred was always wise like that. Back at his room, he went and got some lotion. I spread it on my chest and shoulders where I was reddest, and the tops of my legs, where I soon would be.
Then Fred said "Here, let me put some on your back - it's getting pretty red". This was the first time anyone other than my mother had touched me, and I have to say, it was quite a bit different! It wasn't obviously sensual, but Fred was very thorough, and worked very slowly. He never went any lower than my shoulder blades, but he did tickle me a little underneath my armpits. He laughed when I fidgeted and told me that now that he knew how ticklish I was, he'd make me pee my pants sometime. My mind was hollering "Anytime you want buddy, anytime at all!"
We went back out on the bike again, but before we did, Fred had a surprise for me. He walked over to the sink and when he got there, he stopped and looked over at me.
"I hope you don't think this is gross, but I usually pee in this sink when I have to go. I always wash it out and keep it clean, so it doesn't smell or anything, but it's just a lot easier than going all the way over to the bathroom." I just shrugged and said I didn't see any problem, and he started to unzip his shorts. "You're sure? I don't want to freak you out and have you telling everyone I'm a sick perv" He was serious, I think. But he was grinning a little, so I think he really knew I was ok.
"I piss wherever I want when I'm out biking" I said. "Off cliffs, off bridges, out of trees, on top of trains, everywhere. I don't think seeing you piss down a drain will scar me for life. Just do it before you piss yourself!" He didn't say anything else, just turned away. I heard the sound of his zipper, and the rustling at he hauled out his penis. Then nothing....and still nothing.
"Having trouble?" I asked him, the smirk obvious in my voice. "Frig off, it's too quiet."
"I could sing I suppose" I said. "I never realized I made you so nervous. There's really nothing to be shy about. I've already seen you naked, AND I've watched you pee, so just get on with it..."
And then I heard the splashing in the sink as his bladder let go, and he sighed quietly. "Thank God, I was busting!" He peed for quite a long time, the drain gurgling. Finally I could see his arms moving as he shook his dick off, and he ran water down the sink and splashed it around.
"Better?" I asked. "Oh yeah. Sorry about the wait." "No worries", I said, "I'm absolutely awful at peeing in public most of the time, so I know how it is"
Outside we went, and got on the 3 wheeler. "You want to drive for a bit?" he asked. So I got on front and he slid in behind me. Me in my gym pant cut-offs, and both of us shirtless.
Now, I was used to driving a motor bike, so could handle the thing pretty well, and I was cruising along at a good clip. We hit a bumpy section causing Fred to fly up and down behind me, and that made him let go off the grab bar behind him and reach around my waist and clasp his hands in front of my crotch. At first the road was so rough and we were both focused on not falling off or crashing that neither of us thought twice about where his hands were.
But then after 5 minutes or so, we had entered a nice smooth path in the woods, and I was going pretty slow around the sharp turns, and I noticed his hands were still sitting right on top of my pubic hair, and I was starting to think they felt pretty good there! As I said before, I had a experience with this position, so I just went with what worked before, and casually moved my butt every few minutes, which not only moved Fred's hands closer to my dick, but it also stimulated my dick, and let me rub my ass into his crotch at the same time.
Because he was wearing cut-off jeans, there was no way I could tell if he was getting hard, but I definitely was, and while I figured he knew what he was doing, I didn't want it to be too obvious that I was jerking off on his hands. So I stopped fidgeting so much, and in a minute he removed his hands and I felt him adjusting his crotch area. And then "Wham!" he brought both hands back together right on top of my boner. I was so surprised, I leaned forward like he had crushed my balls, and he said "Oh fuck! I'm so sorry! Did I smash your nuts?"
"It's alright" I said "Didn't hurt much. Just caught me by surprise. You mostly hit my dick, which is incredibly strong!"
I made a show of rubbing myself down there, which was just cover for adjusting my now-declining boner. I pulled off the trail and stopped, and got off and walked around a bit, facing away from him. I pulled my pants down in front and flopped my dick out. "All good," I said, as I snapped everything back in place. "Two of one thing and one of the other. All present and accounted for!"
"Hey, I'm really sorry," Fred said. "If you want, I can drive now and you can whack me in the nuts."
"Deal," I said.
So we swapped positions and after a bit when I was still holding onto the grab bar, he said "Aren't you going to smash me?" I hadn't been sure he was serious, but when he said that, I reached around his hips and joined my hands in front, well above his junk. "It's gonna be a surprise" I told him, talking into his ear. Slowly, I let my hands bounce downward with each jerk of the machine, and pretty soon they were resting on something pretty solid. I just let my arms go limp and sort of float with the movement of the bike, and pretty soon Fred was fidgeting just the way I had been, and I could feel gentle pulses as he strained against his jeans. Then "wham", I raised my hands and brought them down solidly on his erection, and then I pushed down hard, stretching him as much as I could.
"Sorry!" I laughed, as he doubled over in mock pain. "Did I crush your balls?"
After that we headed back to his place. We were both still half hard, but it was getting dark, and nobody noticed I don't think. We both showered, one at a time regrettably. We hadn't eaten supper, so his mom made us hot dogs, which we took up to his room. We had both put shirts on, but Fred stripped off his shorts to just his briefs. "C'mon" he said, and he started out the window onto the porch roof. I started out too, but he said, "No, you have to be just in your underwear". "Why?" I asked him, although I had already started taking off my shorts.
"No big reason. When I go out alone I usually go naked. It's just a rush."
"Are you a nudist?" I asked him. "I don't know. Maybe. It's cool being out there naked, no one can see me, and it's cool being nude in public - but in secret." He grinned at this obvious contradiction. "I could never do it on a beach or something like that I don't think."
"But you didn't mind taking a shower in the locker room with me."
"Yeah, but nobody saw me naked except you, and I was pretty comfortable with you seeing me. This information was saved for future reflection!
I don't know." He repeated. "I just think it's cool!"
"So what do you want to do?" I asked him.
"Let's just go out in underwear. Then when it gets darker, maybe I'll get braver!".
"I've already seen you naked you know," I stated the obvious. "I know, I'm just shy right now," he said. He looked a little pained when he said that, so I let it drop. I might have been a little uncomfortable stripping naked on his roof, but I would have done it if he'd asked. As it was though, my heart was beating a little faster - this was exciting stuff, talking with another boy about being naked, while we were both in just our underwear!
So out we went, in our tighty-whities. And.....nothing happened! We ate our hot dogs, and shot the shit, and watched the stars, and saw some shooting stars, and batted a few mosquitoes away. And then we got tired. We spent a lot of time scratching our nuts and pulling on our dicks, but neither of us got hard, and we were really, actually, tired. When Fred yawned for the tenth time, I laughed and said let's go in. Fred sighed and agreed, so we climbed back inside. We brushed our teeth, and then Fred turned the light off. There was a little light coming in from outside, but it was pretty dark.
"You can pee in the sink if you need to" Fred said softly. I really had to piss by then. I was going to chance peeing off the roof, but there were lights in the windows below, and thought that might end up in a very embarrassing moment!
So I said sure, and walked over to the sink and slid my underwear down to my feet. Feeling very brave, and a little frustrated that nothing had happened out on the roof, I looked towards Fred and asked him didn't he need to go. He said that he did, and I shifted off to one side and said "C'mon then, there's room. It's too dark to see anything anyway."
Fred didn't waste any time coming over and dropping his underwear too. We could still see each other's dicks dimly, but it was still dark enough to give us the cover we needed to avoid embarrassment. I started pissing slowly, but soon we were both going full blast. "I can feel splatters on my dick" I said, "and it better not be your piss!"
"It probably is mine. Sorry. I pee really hard," Fred said sheepishly.
"Don't worry about it", I said. "I'm gonna use your shorts to wipe it off anyway!!" We finished and Fred washed our pee down the sink, I helped a little. Neither of us hauled up our underwear.
"You ever sleep naked?" Fred asked.
"Never" I said. "My room is too close to my parents and I sleep with the door open. I bet you have though!"
"All summer, every night!" he said. "Including tonight, if you don't mind?"
Not only didn't I mind, I would have encouraged it! "I may as well do it too, since you're going to be flopping your thing around all night!"
"Absolutely!" Fred whispered, and he started flapping his dick up and down, making slapping noises. "Get into your sleeping bag!" I shushed him. "And take that thing in with you!!"
We settled down after that. We really were pretty tired, and I think we both knew that things were going along well and there was no need to rush it. We had tomorrow night in the tent, after all. We fell asleep quickly. The storm came, as promised, and we both woke up during the thunder. We got up and looked out the window, standing next to each other, hips touching now and then as we watched the heavy rain. A bolt of lightning lit us up fully, and I could see that Fred was pretty well erect. I was pretty chubbed up too with night-time wood, but not as much as Fred. He hadn't grown a lot, but his was still longer than mine was right then, and standing straight out. He looked down during the flash, and quickly put his hands over his dick. "Shy all of a sudden?" I quipped.
"Frig off. I just don't want you to feel inferior!" He was soooo funny. But he relaxed and took his hands away from his dick, and during the next few minutes we got to see each other a few more times in the flashes.
Back to bed, and soon the storm died down and we went again to sleep. In the morning, we woke up early, but it was gray and cloudy still, and we dozed again, not really waking until about 10. I had a huge piss-boner that was diamond-hard. Fred started talking a bit as soon as he knew I was awake, and I could sort of tell by the way he was fidgeting with his hands under the blankets that he probably had a hard-on too. Finally he blurted out that he had to really pee. "Go ahead" I said.
"No way! I'm not getting out until you do. I'm not going to be the only one embarrassed by my morning wood!"
"OK, but stand back and brace yourself for the shock!" I joked.
He said "Let's just go together and get the embarrassment over with -- deal?" So, out we got, and shuffled over to the sink. We were surprisingly similar, but we couldn't keep our eyes off each other's dicks. Even though Fred was taller than me (and had much longer feet!) I had the bigger cock, longer and thicker - but not by much. His curved a little downward, mine was curved up significantly. Fred had a great head on his dick - it was definitely bigger than my head. He also wasn't circumcised as tightly as I was, and he had a lot more wrinkles on his shaft, even though he was clearly hard as a rock.
So there we were, side by side, erections pointing into this tiny sink, hips really pressed against each other, the tips of our dicks only a few inches apart. Waiting....
"I can't pee this way" I said, "It won't point down and I'll spray all over your wall."
"And I can't get started!" Fred moaned. "I'm dying to piss!" After a minute, he told me to lay my dick on the porcelain sick. "It's cold, maybe it'll shock it into going down."
And it did, a little. But that little bit, combined with the fact that I felt really bad about Fred not being able to get started finally got me soft enough to bend my penis down towards the sink, and I started flowing. Seems that all Fred needed was for some familiar whizzing sounds, because he started too all of a sudden, in a big splash. Fred really did piss hard once he got started, and there was a lot of splashing, which we joked about. We peed for quite awhile, having a bit of fun, crossing flows and moving our aim around the sink, threatening to pee on the other guy's glans. Boy stuff.
We took our time shaking them off, and stroking ourselves as we did it. Neither of us seemed in a hurry to cover up, now that we'd taken the plunge and seen each other fully hard. My dick, which had softened a lot while I pissed, was now fully hard again.
"You're pretty big" Fred said, as we turned back to our sleeping bags. " I thought because you were smaller soft that you wouldn't be as big as me."
"Thanks, but I'm really no bigger than you. And you've got a massive head!"
"I know - kind of weird isn't it?" he asked. "I don't think it's weird" I said. "It's neat. Besides, every guy is different in some way."
"How many dicks have you seen?" he asked. "How do you know they're all different?"
"I've seen a few. Maybe 5 or 6". Which was totally true. I had seen 6 other dicks at that point in my life. None of them hard except mine. All of them seemed smaller than me, and all of them circumcised. So not a great sample. I told Fred all of this quite openly, and asked him how many he'd seen. "Well, including yours - two!"
"What??" I exclaimed. "You've only seen one other dick!"
"Well, one other besides mine. I saw my cousin's last winter when he came over to stay at Christmas. He's two years younger than me, and he wanted to compare, to see how big I was. So I popped a boner and showed him. He was pretty small still, and I think he was embarrassed after he saw mine. I tried to make him feel better by telling him mine only started to grow in the last year, but he didn't really believe me I don't think."
"Did he pee in your sink too?" I asked. "Oh yeah, he really thought that was cool. We peed together lots of times. Never with boners though. He was always too shy after that first time when he saw mine. But lots of other times. He even peed on my dick once. I didn't do anything back, I thought I'd let him get away with it because he felt his was too small. He's a good guy and I really like him." I silently thought about that last bit. I wondered how much Fred really liked his cousin.
At that point we heard someone coming up the back stairs, so we got our underwear on and got under our covers. His mom knocked on his door and told us we could have some breakfast if we wanted. So we went down and ate, and headed out for another day. This one was a perfect summer Saturday. The sky had cleared totally by now and was absolutely blue. It was going to be a scorcher.
We had to help Fred's dad with some gardening and some other stuff until mid-afternoon, then we were free to roam. By that time, it was very hot with a slight breeze - a dry summer day, with no sign of thunderstorms. We were both shirtless and smelly from sweating so much.
Weeding the garden hadn't been fun, but like most other things involving Fred, it was interesting for me. When we had started working Fred had brought out the sunscreen. I had put it on my front and arms, and Fred simply grabbed the tube from me and told me to turn around and that he would do my back. THAT felt really good, again. This time Fred was a little more touchy-feely and he even tugged down the waist of my gym-pant shorts so that he could get anywhere that might be exposed.
The best part though was when he set the tube down and used both hands to do my shoulders, then just barley under my armpits, then he reached around with his long fingers and gently grazed my nipples a few times. Ooh, ooh, ooh. I was boning up and when he was finished he told me to turn around so he could check my collar bones, and I know he saw my other bone as well. He had a tent in his shorts too though, so I was a little less embarrassed than I could have been. He got me to do his back too, and I did the same thing he had done to me, including rubbing his nipples. He giggled when I did, and pulled away a bit, because he was ticklish. But he had a full sprung erection when he turned around again. Neither of us said anything, and soon we were squatted down pulling weeds, so our tents were hidden.
After we were crawling around for an hour or so on the ground, Fred stood up and stretched. "I gotta drain that coffee I had with breakfast." I just looked around, wondering where he'd find any privacy - we were in full view of his house, and a neighbor's house too. "Where are you going to go?" I asked. "Right here!" And he grinned at me.
He squatted down again, and just hiked up the leg of his loose shorts, pulling out his penis. "Really? Right here? What about your mom and dad?"
"They can't see me when I'm down like this. C'mon, you too! Whip it out! Don't be a pussy!"
So I did the same as Fred, got down and pulled up the leg of my the cut-off sweat-shorts Fred had made me until I could fish my balls and dick out. Fred hadn't started peeing yet, he was just watching me. And he was clearly getting excited. Suddenly he started spraying and nearly hit my foot. I dodged out of the way, making him laugh and apologize. "Sorry, hard to control so much pressure. And so much meat" he bragged.
I snorted and told him it would be easier if he wasn't hard all the time! By then I was peeing too, and we made a pretty good puddle between us. Done, we pulled on our dicks a few times, watching each other. Then Fred saw his dad heading over in our general direction, so we tucked our half-boners back in. Our piss had mostly soaked into the garden, so Fred kicked a bunch of dirt over the wet spot, and we very coolly just started weeding again.
The rest of the day was spent pretty much like the day before. We rode around on his 3 wheeler, including feeling each other's boners a little when sitting on the back. It was all almost innocent good fun, except we were both getting so horny that by now, we were hard nearly all of the time. Then, one time when we stopped and Fred was pissing off a little bridge into a creek, he let a huge fart rip. We both broke up laughing, and I called him a shit-filled pig because it smelled so bad. Then he said "Wait until tonight and I'll show you how my dick can fart too!"
"You really are full of shit", I said. "You can't make your cock fart."
"Wanna bet??" Then I was stuck. I didn't THINK you could make a dick fart, but remember, I was pretty naive. So I said no, no bets, but if he could do it, I'd do a dare for him. He agreed and gave me a leering look, and promised the dare would be way worse than any bet! And that made me hard, again!
Eventually we made it back to Fred's place about 7 o'clock. His mom (bless her heart) made us a late supper of deep fried chicken wings, and set us up with supplies to make S'mores. By 8, we had our sleeping bags set up in the tent, and had a little fire going between the tent and the river bank. We were about 200 feet from the house, close enough to be seen, but not heard. We each roasted a wiener, along with all of the juvenile male comments that brings. I grabbed one of the buns, hauled out my dick and laid it in the bun. Fred laughed. But when I gave the bun to him and said "Dare ya to eat this one!" he stopped in a hurry! But he took the bun. Of course he then whipped out his cock and placed it in the other bun and gave it to me. "Fair's fair," he said. And we both ate the whole thing, looking at each other while we chewed. This was getting too hot!
Then Fred pulled his first surprise of the night - beer! He had swiped 6 beer from his dad's fridge in the barn, and soon we were sneaking into the tent and chugging away. I had no experience drinking at that point. I had tasted beer a few times, and even had some wine at a couple of wedding receptions. But drinking to get drunk was all new. After about half of the first can, I could feel myself getting a little flushed, and soon I was enjoying a bit of a headrush. By dark, we had finished the first beer and were on to the second, and I had to piss. I told Fed I was going out to the river to take a leak, but he stopped me. "Not yet."
"But I really have to go," I pleaded. "What's wrong with right now? No one will see."
"Just wait a few more minutes" he said, "then you'll see. Remember my farting dick promise." So I did my best to ignore the growing pressure in my bladder, and we went back to the fire. We made the S'mores, and ate them in a pile of sticky, mushy, goop. They were delicious! We went down to the river to wash our hands and faces, and I told Fred I was going to piss myself if I didn't go soon.
So Fred said "OK, time for the show!"
We went into the tent, and Fred turned on a small flashlight. It was full dark by then. "Ready?" he asked. "Yes, just hurry up, I'm going to piss myself!" Fred reached into his backpack and pulled out an empty plastic juice bottle. "Is that for me to piss in?" I asked hopefully. "Just wait" was all he said.
Then he put the bottle down, and took off his shorts. He had no underwear on, so now he was naked. I expected that he'd be hard, or at least semi-hard, but he was completely shriveled up, much like mine got when I had to pee really badly. Instead of doing anything, he started rubbing his dick, like he was going to jerk off.
"What are you doing?" I asked. "Gotta make it a bit bigger" was all he said. In a few minutes he was plumped up to about half-hard. Then he found his shorts and pulled something from the pocket. It was a small tube of Vaseline. He squeezed a little out and rubbed it around the mouth of the juice bottle. Then he started shoving his dick into the bottle. Being semi-erect, it was a snug fit to get his over-sized head in, and he had to pull back on the skin and twist the bottle back and forth until at last his dick was in about half-way.
He gave me the flashlight and told me to shine it on the bottle. And immediately the bottle started turning yellow as it filled with his piss. I was starting to get hard myself - this was pretty hot, I must admit. But not the dick-farting show I'd been promised.
There was more than an inch of pee in the bottle and I had just opened my mouth to complain, when a big thrruuupp came out from around the head of the bottle! It was amazing - his piss filling the bottle was forcing the air out around his dick skin, and making it fart! We both started laughing and I told him he had convinced me. There were a few more burps from the bottle before he finished his piss and squeezed his dick muscles to shoot out the last squirts. "Awesome" I said as he pulled the bottle off his dick.
"Your turn" he said, as he handed me the half-full bottle. It was warm, and a little wet on the outside. I should have been grossed out. I was not. Not even close!
"You want me to piss in that too?" I asked. "Don't you have to go?" He was smirking again. Oh, this was going to be interesting. I gave the bottle back to him so I could remove my shorts. I was pretty plumped up, and Fred made a point of laughing. "Must have liked the show I see".
It was very arousing for me to put the head of my penis on the hole where Fred had just had his. I was having trouble getting it through the hole, and I knew if I got fully hard, I wouldn't be able to fit and would die because I had to piss so bad! Fred saw that I was having trouble and so he reached into his pocket and took out the Vaseline, put some on his finger and held his hand out toward my dick. "Want me to lube you up?" he was grinning crazily but I knew he was kidding.
"Give me that!" I reached out and he rubbed the Vaseline onto my fingers, even that touch causing sparks in my brain. While I rubbed the Vaseline over the head of my dick, Fred took the bottle out of my hand.
He squeezed it in both hands and said "Now put the head of your dick in." I did, but of course it still wouldn't quite fit, even with the added lube. But at that moment Fred shoved the bottle tightly against my glans and then released his squeeze on the bottle. All of a sudden, I was vacuumed into the bottle! Wow! Wow! Wow! That felt awesome! Little did I know, but I had just experienced my first time of something sucking on my cock. Then Fred sort of screwed the bottle back and forth, forcing more of my dick in.
Fred told me to grab the bottle, and he let go. I started pissing immediately, no difference if Fred was watching or not. The Queen could have been watching, I wouldn't have cared. And sure enough, soon I could feel the pressure build, and my piss started to slow down involuntarily as the pressure inside the bottle began to balance the pressure from my bladder. Then thrruuupp! The bottle gave a big burp, and my piss flowed freely again. It was so cool!
This happened again, but now I had another worry - I was going to fill the bottle and my dick was going to be submerged in piss - mine and Fred's!
"It's going to overflow!" I said in panic. "I think it'll hold it" Fred said, and another fart popped out around my dick skin. As he spoke I looked up from the bottle and I noticed he was pretty well erect by now. "Keep going!"
And of course, it would have been almost impossible to stop my flow of pee anyway. Soon the head of my dick was under, and I jumped and ran out of the tent with Fred following, still holding the flashlight. By then though, I was almost drained, and only a little sprayed out of the neck of the bottle and went on the ground in front of the flap. Slowly I withdrew my soaked dick and let it drip on the ground. "Here" I said, and thrust the wet bottle at Fred. He took it, not minding the wetness, and went over to the side of the tent by a tree and emptied it. "Wow, what a load of piss we made!" he whistled. "And I've already got to go again".
With that, he grabbed his hard cock and placed his piss slit over the sloppy mouth of the bottle and started to piss again. This time, his piss was mostly clear, the result of the beer, but I didn't know why at the time. We joked about me getting my dick covered in his piss, and he even let me piss a little on his penis after he finished his piss, just so we'd be even. Teenage boys have a weird sense of balance.
We shook off our dicks and headed back into the tent. We were both getting buzzed from the beer by this time, not drunk, but a little silly and giggly. We were naked from the waist down, buzzing, and 16-year old boy horny. Things were great! Now, they suddenly got 100 times better - Fred pulled out his next surprise: Skin magazines!! Three slightly tattered porn mags - two Penthouse, and one that had no identifiable cover or name.
"I've already read them all, but not in a couple of months. I loaned them to another friend, and I just got them back from him when I knew you were coming." Fred blushed when he said this, and looked a bit sheepish. I thought it was an awesome gesture, and it didn't escape my attention that he had been thinking of us looking at skin books together tonight, and who knows what else!
Pretty soon we were lying down on our sleeping bags, with the three magazines in front of us. "Let's start with the Penthouse ones" said Fred. "The other one is pretty raunchy, so we'll save it!" I was okay with that. So he pulled the two of them in front of us, but I just put the one in front of me aside and said "Let's just look at them one at a time." I knew from what little experience I had with skin books that it was way hotter to be looking at one together with another guy, than each looking at one by himself.
And it was plenty hot! We were looking at some great pictures. I knew I liked looking at pictures of guys, but I certainly also got turned on by good looking women too. But I did notice that we lingered longest on the pictorial that featured a nice-looking young guy and his very young girlfriend. It was air-brushed perfectly, and we both noticed the guy had practically no pubic hair above his nice dick.
Then we read a few of the letters, and laughed about how unrealistic they were. There was one from a guy claiming to have a 9 inch dick. After we finished it, Fred said "No bullshit, how long is yours?"
"Honestly, not quite 6 inches" I said, not knowing if I should be proud or ashamed of that number. Fred said he was almost 6 too, which he said he thought was average. "You're thicker though, way thicker than me" he said, telling me pretty much what I already seen, but I didn't think I was way thicker. "I don't think I'm that much thicker. Let me see." It must have been the beer talking!
Fred didn't need any coaxing at all. He just rolled over and up snapped his extremely hard penis. I did the same thing and pushed out my hips so that my dick stuck out. We were pretty much even - I was slightly bigger, no question, but very close. Both our heads were big and purple from our horniness. "See", I said. "maybe a bit thicker, but not much".
"You're lots thicker," Fred said bluntly, "Make a ring around it." He showed me what he meant by holding his thumb and middle finger around his cock at the base, and then removing it. So I did the same, and then we compared the rings we'd made. They were almost identical. "See?" I said again. "That can't be right, I can see you're thicker!" And then he just reached out and put his whole hand around my penis! My hard, dripping, pulsing, quivering, throbbing, boiling-hot, penis!!
"You are way bigger - I can feel it easy." And then with a bashful smile, "Sorry about grabbing your dick." Slowly he opened his fingers and released my dick.
"That's alright" I croaked. He was stroking his dick a bit, so I figured now was my chance, and I reached out and grabbed his with my right hand and my own with my left. I was thicker - also harder, which was neat, but holding his was like holding a very powerful weapon -- hot , and full of awesome potential if used properly. "You can feel that you're thicker, can't you?" Fred asked quietly. "Yeah, maybe a little" I lied, still holding his dick. "Maybe down at the base. But up here," and I slid my hand up close to his head, at the same time as mine. "Here, it's about the same". His looser skin meant that I didn't have to loosen my grip while I moved up his shaft. I heard Fred inhale quickly.
Then, very quietly, he said "I think you should check the bottom again." So I did, slowly sliding my hands back down. When I got back to the base, I squeezed Fred's dick a few times, and he responded by flexing it, making it swell. "You get a lot thicker when you flex," I told him. He continued to flex, and I kept squeezing. His head was getting bigger and more and more purple.
He suddenly gave a gasp and turned a bit away from me, causing my hand to come off his dick.
"Sorry." He said when he turned back.
"What?" I wasn't sure what was wrong.
"I, ah....ah....didn't figure you wanted a hand covered in cum. So I had to stop."
"Oh," was all I could manage. "Sorry, I, uh, I didn't realize. Sorry". I turned away from him, ashamed that I had let my horniness get control and jerked him until he almost came in my hand.
"No!" he said hurriedly, "I'm the one who should be sorry. I shouldn't have kept flexing it like that." He touched my shoulder and turned me back towards him. "I was trying to make it as big as possible so you'd be impressed."
"Don't be an ass, man." I said. "Your dick hangs way down when you're soft and makes mine look puny, and when you're hard we're practically the same size. You're too worried about it. You need to relax. And just enjoy life..."
I reached out again and gently wrapped my hand around his penis. "OK?" I whispered. " This is the best way to relax." I leaned over and turned out the lamp and when I laid back down, Fred reached over and put his hand around mine.
"OK."
I began moving my hands up and down steadily and he did the same. We both ended up with messy hands.
That was one of the best nights of my life. I think because we were both pretty buzzed, we didn't have the post-orgasmic guilt that is common at that age. We continued to drink and read the magazines, and piss on anything that moved, and we jerked each other off again later. This time we were sitting face to face, and we even shot cum on each other. Oh, if only I'd known about the joys of kissing back then.
In the morning, we jerked off again after we came back in from pissing. This time our morning hard-ons just added to the fun because we could aim anywhere. Back inside we just laid on top of the sleeping backs and started massaging our dicks. There was absolutely no embarrassment of self-consciousness. We talked about how many times we jerked off, how much cum we made, how far we could shoot, everything and anything related to cocks and sex. By the time we were ready to cum, we had thrashed around so that we were rubbing up against each other, and I aimed my dick towards Fred and shot my first spurt on his belly. He just rolled over more towards me and shot his whole load on my lower stomach and in my pubes. I could have stayed there forever.
Alas, `twas not to be.
I went home that afternoon, and Fred and I never got together again. I think we both wanted to, but in grade 12 he ended up in a different stream than me, and with a different lunch period. I saw him several times that fall with another boy that I thought might be into guys, and wondered if they were doing stuff together.
After graduation, we actually only saw each other once more. I went to university and at Thanksgiving break I came home and visited the high school. While I was talking to some of my old teachers, Fred walked in. Turns out he was taking a couple of science classes to try to get into college. We chatted for a short bit, but it was awkward -- me having moved on, Fred still in high school. We parted, both saying we would get together at Christmas.
I have no idea if Fred is gay or not. Out or not, if he is gay. Married or not. My life took many strange turns, most of them unexpected, but most working out quite well. Like most people, I have lots of regrets, but one of the biggest is not working harder to stay connected with Fred.
Over a few short months when we were both 16, we became closer than I have ever bonded with another person. That was something it's taken me 30 years to appreciate.