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Baseball Teammate in Wisconsin
The next night was spent at a college teammate's house in Wisconsin. Bill and I had both played on the varsity baseball team, and, as far as either of us knew, we were straight. He was a lanky, lean, guy, lean muscles, long cut dick (our fieldhouse had a gang shower and so I had seen him totally nude often, after every practice and every home game), low hanging balls, and a small lean ass. This year we had lockers next to each other, and I had caught him looking at my junk, and, admittedly, I had looked at his. Either he had a really long cock, or, he had a semi most of the time.
Anyway, I arrived at Bill's house, his Mom served us a really good dinner of fried chicken and the first corn on the cob of the year, apple pie, ice cream, the All American meal.
After dinner he drove me around town to see the sights, such as they were -- a water tower that he had climbed on dare in high school, the high school baseball field where he had been a real star, rather than just a utility player on the college team, and the parking spot on a bluff overlooking the river where he had lost his virginity, or so he had told me on the team bus late one night returning from an away game.
We parked there, it was a beautiful spot, and he said, "It is OK being home for the summer, but I am so fucking horny. Most of my high school friends are somewhere else, including my best friend from then, Paulie." He had told me stories about what he and Paulie did, double dates, dares, fast car rides etc.
"Paulie was here when I lost my virginity", he said.
"With who?" I asked, "Dottie?"
"No, and I trust you to keep this to yourself, it was Paulie."
"Wow," I said, "How did that happen?"
"Well, it was after our first year of college, we were 19, we had taken our dates home after going to the movies, and were both really horny, and hard, and Paulie asked if I wanted to fool around. So, we did, and I ended up fucking him. It clearly was not his first rodeo, but it was mine. I did him doggie over the hood of his car. No sucking, no kissing, just a fuck, I came really quickly, but stayed hard, and stayed in there and then fucked until he came. Then I pulled out, took off the condom he had had in the glove compartment (just in case). It was amazing. It was also shitty, and I got turned off by it all.
"You have any more experience with guys after that?" I asked.
"No, not that I haven't thought about it. I also learned how to clean out my hole, so if I had the opportunity to be fucked it would be clean. I tried a bunch of things, my favorite is a paintbrush handle I keep in the shop, it fits just right and can't get stuck up there. But I am ready for a real cock. Want to try me?"
"Sure," I said. I had my condoms in my pocket, always ready since I never knew when an opportunity would present itself. "How do you want to do this?"
"Doggie, over the hood of your truck," he said, "I sort of want to re-create my first time, only this time on the bottom."
By this time we were both hard, I played with his cock, it turned out that it was not much bigger hard than I had seen it in the locker room soft, where mine just grew a lot from soft to hard. "Wow," Bill said, "I didn't realize your cock was so big. Having seen it in the locker room I thought it was pretty small. I hope you can get it in without hurting me."
"I will take it slow and easy, fingers first, if I can get 3 in, my cock will go in," I said. He produced a bottle of lube, and bent over the hood of the truck. I smoothed some around his hole, and on my fingers, and pushed one in easy. He clamped down on it, holding his cock. "Let go of your cock," I said, "if you hold on to it, let alone work it, it tightens up your hole." I then got two fingers in, but barely, and so worked them around, and pulled them apart to stretch him a little. Then, after some working, and moaning from him, his cock was dripping pre-cum, mine was dry, if I have had a lot of sex I don't have much precum, I got three fingers in.
"Hold up," he said. "I need to get used to this. Is my hole clean?"
"So far," I said. "I think you did a good job with it. Are you ready for the main event? When you feel me starting to put it in you need to push out, like you were taking a shit, and, at the same time take a deep breath in. And, do NOT hold your cock. There will be time enough for that once I am in."
"You have done this before," he said.
"You think?" I replied.
"I think so, just go slow and easy." Which I did, I got the head past the outer ring easy enough, the second ring took a little longer, but the way my cock is built, the head being a little bigger than the shaft, once the head was in, the rest just followed it in, in one easy move.
"Wow," he said, "you all the way in already?"
"Sure thing," I replied, and started moving. "You can play with your cock now, or, I can do a reach around," I said, reaching around to his long, thin, and now really hard cock.
We did this for a while, it was really good, amazing that his thin ass had such an accommodating hole.
"Let's try missionary," he said. The hood was too high, but the tailgate was just right for him to lie down on an old blanket while I stood on the ground and it went right in this time. We both had hands free and alternated playing with each other's nips and his cock.
"I can't hold it any longer," he said, and came with shots that went over his head, to his head, then his shoulders, then his belly. "I want to see you cum."
So, I pulled out and with a few firm strokes came all over his chest and belly, and then I smeared the two loads together and put my fingers up to his mouth and said, "Taste it," which he did.
"Hot, and different from my cum alone," he said.
"You eat your cum?"
"As much as I can, I believe in recycling, and it turns me on, so sometimes I jerk off again, right away, and eat that load, too. But three in a row is my limit. Once, when I was younger, I did it 6 times in row, but my dick was sore, the last time, and nothing came out when I came."
We went back to his place, showered, separately, his parents were home, and went to bed. But we did 69, very quietly, and I swallowed his cum, just to see what he saw in it -- it was salty and sweet but not offensive -- and then sleep.
His mother woke us in the morning, saying breakfast was waiting, so no time for fooling around, and I was off to Iowa to see my farm boy from two days before.