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Freshman Friend
This all started in the summer of 2004. It was the beginning of my senior year in high school. I knew that I was gay, and I knew that I loved boys, and had unsuccessfully tried to get my friends to fool around with me. This was a time when being gay still wasn't the greatest thing to be in the world, so I kept it to myself. I had a girlfriend at the time, and we had fooled around, but no sex yet. Like any other teen I was jacking my cock at least once a day, typically more. I was 5'8" and very skinny, a 2.5" soft cock and 6" hard cock with dark pubes. Other than the hair on my head, pits, and legs, I wasn't very hairy. I wasn't a bad looking dude and had the longer, moppy hair that was popular for boys during this time.
My life changed when I met Robert. Robert was a freshman who I met over the summer during band camp. He had just turned 14 in late June and had not really hit his growth spurt yet. I tried calling him "Rob" on the first day, but he quickly corrected me by saying, "Robert." His voice was still high pitched which made him much closer to boy than man, but he was in high school after all. He would have to grow up sooner or later.
We got to be very close very fast. I wasn't the greatest at keeping friends, and Robert was in a new school and didn't know anyone. Robert was very short and skinny, with dark curly hair. His eyes were a lighter brown, and his lips were on the full side. He had a very youthful, playful personality that I thought was a lot of fun.
We did a lot of driving around in my car. Our conversations often turned to sexual things, and I knew that he had masturbated. Part of me so badly wanted to try something, but I was afraid of losing my new friend.
Our friendship lasted through the two weeks of band camp. It was towards the middle of the second week when something unusual happened. We were sitting next to other during rehearsal which we usually did, when I felt something grab onto my crotch and push at my dick through the basketball shorts I wore. After instinctively jumping away from the invader, I looked over and it was Robert, a shit eating green on his face.
"Got you," he said.
I looked at him, not knowing what to say. This hot boy was touching my dick! My fantasies were (partially) coming true! I couldn't figure out how to respond, so I did so in kind, reaching over and pushing gently at the groin of his running shorts. I felt the soft, fleshy lump of what I assumed was his cock there. He looked up at me and smiled, and then released his hand. I did the same.
This unspoken ritual went on for the next two days. Occasionally, when we knew no one was looking or paying attention, he'd reach over and give my cock a poke, and I'd do the same. Sometimes he would initiate it, sometimes me.
One day we were driving, and things took another step forward.
"Hey, I have a weird question," he stated while sitting in the passenger seat of my car.
"Yeah, well you are a weirdo," I responded.
"Fuck you," he laughed. "Jack, how big is your dick?"
"You mean when I'm hard?" I asked.
"Yeah."
"A little over six inches. Not super big. But it does what it needs to do."
"Oh," he said, sounding dejected.
"Why do you ask? You okay?"
"Yeah," he responded in very unconvincing fashion.
"What's up dude?" I pushed.
"It's just that...no, you'll think I'm stupid."
"No I won't. We're best friends, Robert. You can tell me anything."
"We're best friends?" he asked.
"Of course, man. What's wrong?"
"It's just that...I think my dick is really small."
"How big is it?"
"Hard? Not even four inches."
"Well Robert, you're still growing man. Your cock is going to get bigger as you get older. It won't stay this way forever."
"Really? Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I wasn't this big when I was a freshman."
"Oh, okay. When will I get bigger?"
"It's hard to say. Everyone grows differently."
He looked out the passenger window. "I wish there was a way I could know."
I thought for a moment. "Do you have pubes yet?" I asked.
"Yeah," he responded, looking at me questioningly.
"Well, that's usually the first step for my most people. When that starts to happen, your dick and balls will grow, too. Do you have a lot?"
"What's a lot?"
"Good question," I responded.
"Is this a lot?" he asked, and slid his basketball shorts down slightly. I looked down and saw his downy pubic hair. It was very short, very soft, and there couldn't be more than 20 hairs in all. I could also just make out the very bottom of the base of his penis. I still don't understand how I didn't drive my car right off the road. This was the thing I had been lusting after, and from what I could tell he looked perfect.
"No, I wouldn't say that it is. But that's good. That means you're just starting out and you've got a lot of room to grow."
"Cool," he responded, pulling his shorts back up.
It probably goes without saying, but I jacked off furiously that night (multiple times) to that image. I also had a feeling that based on what we had done, a lot more was going to happen.
The next day, my prediction came true. We were leaving band camp when I suggested we stop by my place.
"Sure," he responded as we zoomed out of the school parking lot. "What are we going to do?"
"My mom is with my brother at a saxophone lesson and my dad is at work. We'll be alone, and I have something cool to show you."
"Really?" he asked excitedly. "What is it?"
"It's a surprise. You'll like it, I promise."
We arrived at my house, just a short drive from the school. We went right upstairs to the bedroom I shared with my brother and I fired up my computer. I grabbed an extra chair from the hallway and set it down next to my computer chair.
I opened up Internet Explorer and typed in: SexApe.com. The website opened, showing a seemingly limitless number of porn categories.
"Holy shit," he said. "What is this?"
"It's porn...no ads or pop ups or any of that bullshit. And it won't fuck up your computer. There's a ton of it and they upload more every day."
"How did you find out about this?"
I clicked on the hardcore link and I page of videos opened. I chose one randomly and waited for the video to start. "My cousin told me about it. It's amazing. I go on here at least once a day, as long as my brother isn't around."
"Ohhhh...a little happy time?" he asked.
"Of course," I responded, the video playing. It jumped right into a scene of a guy with a monster dick getting his cock sucked by some blonde with big tits.
"Jesus Christ," he said, mesmerized by the sight in front of him. "I've never seen, like, real porn before."
"Cool man. Enjoy it," I responded. We sat and watched in silence as the girl gagged on the guys dick, before he roughly threw her onto the floor and planted his cock into her shaved pussy.
After that scene finished, I went on to another one of a young guy, probably college aged, going down on a similar aged girl. The camera zoomed in on her wet snatch as he tonged the shit out of it.
We went on to, one of my favorites, Asian porn. In this scene, an Asian girl was fingering another Asian girl, her fingers sawing in and out of her hairy pussy.
Nothing had been said between us in some time. I asked, "How ya doin' over there?" and simultaneously reached over for one of our established cock pokes. Instead of pushing into the soft flesh of his cock, I touched what was obviously his erection. I looked down and could clearly see something poking at the front of his basketball shorts. I kept my hand there, and then felt his hand move over to me, and as he touched me, I realized that I was hard, too.
We looked at each other, and I saw a look of fear and excitement in his eyes. Fear of the unknown, excitement of the possibilities. As we lightly touched each other, I said the only thing I could think of saying:
"Do you wanna beat off?"
He smiled and nodded his head, and my insides screamed in joy as I was finally going to live out one of my fantasies.
I lifted my butt off the chair and slid my shorts down, exposing the gray boxer briefs I was wearing, tented by my hard cock. He followed me, sliding his shorts down to his ankles, displaying his white, Old Navy briefs. He looked really cute in them and his cock pushed the material up and forward. I now slid my underwear down to join my shorts, my 6" cock waving free. He looked a little nervous, but followed me by sliding his briefs down, his small erection bending with his underwear and then flipping back up again.
His cock was perfect. As he said, he was just below 4" in the length department, but was decently thick. His balls had dropped and looked full, and his scrotal skin was perfectly pink and hairless. I got a better look at the hair above his cock which matched the color on his head. The hair was very soft, not yet becoming course and curly like mine was.
I decided to turn my attention back to the porn and began stroking. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Robert was doing the same. For the next minute or so I rotated between watching the two hairy Asian chicks eat each other's pussies and watching Robert stroke his boy cock.
"Have you ever used lube?" I asked. He shook his head no.
I got up from my seat, leaving my shorts and underwear in a puddle in front of my chair, and went into the bathroom. I knew where my dad kept his porn and lube and grabbed the small bottle and brought it back. Robert was still stroking his circumcised cock. Without asking, I held the bottle above the head of his cock, noticing that it was just a little bit larger than it looked like it should be. I dropped a couple drops of lube on the head, and used my right hand to smear it around, feeling his cock for the first time.
We looked at each other again, that look of fear and excitement had returned to his eyes as I slathered his penis with lube, adding a little extra pressure to the head.
"Is this okay?" I asked.
"Yeah," he said, nodding. "Give me the bottle though."
I handed the bottle over to him, and as I stroked his cock I could feel a few drops of the cool, slimy liquid land on my glans. I watched as he mimicked my actions, smearing the substance around the head of my cock and down the shaft.
We were now officially stroking each other, my hand on his smaller cock, and his little hand stroking my more mature cock. The porn, now an after thought, had automatically changed videos to a vid of two blonde teens 69-ing each other. Their moans matched our own as we manually stimulated each others penises.
All good things must come to an end--after all, this was something I had been fantasizing about since I was 12, and he was only 14 at the very beginning of puberty. We were never going to last long. I could feel the pleasure start to build in my prostate and knew I was approaching the point of no return.
"Are you getting close?" I asked.
"Yes," he said breathlessly, almost a whisper. "You?"
"Yeah," I replied, speeding up my stroking as he did the same.
We stroked some more, our breathing intensifying, when I felt his cock harden some more as he grunted through clenched teeth. I looked down and watched his little dick squirt out 4-5 drops of watery cum, the head pulsing as he gave up his immature ejaculate.
The sight of this put me right over the edge as my orgasm took hold of me, shouting out some `shits' as I came, my cum much whiter and thicker than his was, and in much greater volume. My cum got all over the back of his hand as well as my stomach and pubic patch.
Our breathing began to return to normal as our orgasms waned. We let go of each other's cocks, our hands sticky with the lube and each other's cum. I walked to the bathroom to grab some paper towels, and we cleaned up our hands and genitals. Neither of us was in a hurry to put our shorts back on, and I noticed that as his cock deflated, it seemed to be about the same size it was when he was erect. So, Robert was a "shower" while I was a "grower."
We finally put our clothes back on and I agreed to drive him home so he would be in time for dinner. We rode in silence, making me feel like something bad had happened between us. Not only did I want to do that again, but I didn't want to lose our friendship. I was afraid that that had happened.
I pulled up to his house. He looked at me and said, "That was cool. We gonna do that again?"
I smiled at him. "Hell yeah," I responded.
"Cool," he said. "See ya, Jack."
"See ya Robert." Before he got out of the car, he reached over and pushed on my dick. I did the same to him. We were all good.
The next night we were in his basement, watching this new thing called OnDemand on his big screen TV. Instead of waiting for the TV show to come on, you could just watch whatever you wanted whenever you wanted. We were watching The Sopranos when all of a sudden, he jumped up.
"Where are you going?" I asked as he made his way towards the basement stairs.
"Gotta check something," he said.
He went all the way up the stairs, opened the basement door. I heard nothing for the next 10 seconds, before hearing the door shut again and him descending back down the steps.
"They're asleep," he said, referencing his parents and younger sister. He went into the basement fridge and went searching for something in the bottom.
"What are you looking for?" I asked.
"You'll see!"
A few seconds later he returned with a large, half-filled bottle of liquid. I looked on the front and read the label: Jack Daniel's Down Home Punch.
"Dude, is that booze?" I asked.
"Hell yeah," he responded.
"Awesome. Pour me a cup!"
He poured cups for both of us, and I eagerly tasted the dark liquid. I wasn't that big of a drinker but had done it before; this tasted great compared to most of the mixed drinks I had had. Within just a few minutes we both had killed our first cups, and he happily poured us two more.
After that second cup we were pretty buzzed; we were only in high school after all, and Robert couldn't have weighed more than 90 pounds. It didn't take much for us to feel the effects of the booze.
"Hey man, so I went snooping on here one day, and look what I found..." he said, returning to the main menu of OnDemand. He went into the HBO section, selected Late Night, and then chose a show called "Real Sex." The program started with the typical HBO logo with the static sound effect, and then a cheesy, mambo type song started to play.
"What is this?"
"It's porn. Well, sort of. It's not really like the porn we saw the other day. But they get naked and stuff and talk about sex. It's hot."
"That's awesome," my interest now piqued as the intro gave a run down about what was going to be on the show. This particular episode was going to be about cunnilingus, exotic dancers, and swingers.
The opening segment featured a class that taught men (and women) how to go down on a girl. They started out by using pieces of fruit, but soon switched to the real thing. They didn't show anything in graphic detail, but it was very clear what they were doing, and you could even see some glimpses of pubic hair as the students tried their techniques out on their partners.
"Hot, huh?" Robert asked, reaching over to give me a cock poke. I, of course, was hard as a rock, and it felt great to once again have this freshman boy making contact with my turgid erection.
"Eh, it's not bad," I said sarcastically, reaching over to feel his cock as well. He was also hard, and sighed as I wrapped my hand around his clothed boner and began to rub.
Robert let go of my cock to pull his shorts and underwear down to his ankles; he had been going shirtless, so he was now almost totally naked. His boner pulsed in the air, resting on top of two smooth balls and a small patch of pubic hair. I followed suit, taking my shirt off first, and then sliding my shorts and underwear down to my feet, my 6" cock ready for action.
Now that clothing was no longer an obstacle, I reached over and grabbed his bare dick, relinquishing in the feel of his pubescent penis in my hand. He reached over and did the same, his hand grasping and pulling on my erection. It felt good to once again stroke and be stroked. He slid a little closer to me so that now our hips were touching, giving us both a better angle to masturbate the other.
We continued to watch the episode as we stroked. The next segment was about exotic dancers, and to be honest was pretty tame. The girls did get naked but most of it was from so far away it was hard to see anything. Still, we enjoyed the show and probably more so enjoyed the mutual masturbation that we were participating in.
The next segment was a little bit more interesting. It was about swingers, and while the actors were all older and a little out of shape--they certainly weren't pornstars--it was still exciting to see naked people doing sex things up on the big screen. They did all kinds of things, from kissing, to fondling each other, to blowing each other, and fucking each other. Seemed like a pretty cool way to spend an afternoon!
"Hey Jack," Robert said, continuing to play with my cock. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Yeah, bud. Now would seem like a good time to ask."
"What does a blowjob feel like?" he asked, referencing what was happening on the screen.
"Honestly dude, I have no idea. I've never had one."
He stopped stroking me, just holding onto my cock. "Are you fucking kidding me? How long have you and Lauren been dating?"
"Almost a year."
"Dude! What the fuck? I assumed that you'd be fucking by now."
"Nah. Honestly, I love Lauren and all, but...she's kind of a prude. We've really done nothing. I've touched her pussy before, but if I go too long, she pushes my hand away. And she's only touched my dick a couple of times, and never long enough for anything to ever happen."
"That sucks man."
"Yeah. I usually leave her place with a wicked case of blue balls. She turns me on so much but never finishes what she starts."
He returned to stroking, and we watched the rest of the episode in silence. When it finally ended, he spoke up again.
"Okay, listen. I have an idea."
"I'm listening," I responded.
"You're horny, I'm horny. You've never had a blow job, I've never had a blow job. Maybe there's something we can do to help each other."
Now it was my turn to stop stroking. "Are you thinking what I think you're thinking?"
"Oh no, I'm sorry!" he cried, letting go of my cock. "I didn't mean it, I swear. I was just fucking around."
"Hey," I said, giving his cock an extra squeeze. "You want to trade blow jobs? I would love to."
"Really?" he said, surprised. "I mean, yeah. Awesome."
"You want me to go first?" I asked.
"Yeah," he replied tentatively, still trying to figure out if I was serious.
"Okay," I responded, leaning over to my right, taking his almost 4" cock into my mouth. I was surprised to find that his cock was just about flavorless; it was just like sucking on a finger. My lips went down to the root, and my upper lip and nose pushed into his sparse pubic hair. I inhaled his scent: a little bit of cheap bodywash, but all boy.
I pulled back up, savoring the flavor and smell of him, until my lips were at his head. I swirled my tongue around the head a few times, before plunging back down again.
Robert, for once, was speechless. The only sounds escaping his lips were soft, high-pitched, breathy moans that almost sounded like whining. I continued to go up down, burying my nose in his pubes and wrapping my lips around his glans. I did this for another 30 seconds before stopping and said, "Your turn."
I leaned back into the couch, pointing my hard on towards him. He looked nervous, perhaps regretting the situation he proposed just a few minutes ago. Feeling an obligation to suck as he had just been sucked, he leaned towards my dick and extended his tongue to touch the tip of my cock.
That one moment--the sight and feel of this young boy putting his soft tongue to the tip of my hard dick--was probably all I ever needed and had ever dreamed of. But when he took my big dick into his hot little mouth, that was okay, too.
His warm mouth on my genitals felt amazing, and it was sensory overload when his tongue swirled around my head. He bobbed up and down on my cock, his saliva lubricating the stalk to allow his lips to fly up and down effortlessly. He wasn't able to take all of my cock as I did for him, but it still felt amazing.
He sucked me for about another minute before he stopped, sitting up straight and wiping the excess drool from his mouth. We both went back to stroking each other, silently, until he finally spoke:
"Well, I guess we know what blowjobs feel like," he said casually.
"Yeah, I guess we do." I paused for a minute, enjoying the feeling of his dick in my hand and my dick in his. "Do you wanna do it ag--"
"Yes!" he shouted, leaning down and taking my cock into his mouth again. This time he really went after it, going fast, adding more pressure in his mouth, and adding a hand to the part of my cock he couldn't get to with his mouth. Up and down he went, and as I moaned from the intense feelings that he was providing, I noticed that he was moaning too, a high pitched moan that reverberated around my cock as he sucked me.
As he continued to suck my cock, I could feel the cum begin to boil inside of me, the all-too-familiar feeling of an impending orgasm, the need to release the pressure that was building in my loins.
"Robert," I said in my panting. "I'm going to cum."
Not surprisingly, Robert pulled off my cock and began stroking my well lubed erection. Watching the small boy masturbate me after executing an amazing suck job put me right over the edge, and I began to cum. Robert watched me ejaculate, the first spurt just dribbling out of the tip of my cock, the second white glob shooting far up into the air and landing on my bare chest. The next shot out and landed on my stomach and in my thick pubic patch, while the rest dribbled out over his knuckles. He held my cock still as it pulsed, releasing the rest of its fluid.
Robert let go of my cock and stood up, going back to the fridge are to grab some paper towels. He tore off a few and wiped his hands of my cum. He walked back to me, totally naked, his little boner leading the way. He walked right up to where I was sitting, and I leaned forward and took him in my mouth. He moaned again, and I looked up at him while I sucked him, his eyes looking right back at me. His face read of extreme pleasure, a pleasure not yet felt. I held him by his cute thighs, and he gently held onto the sides of my head as I sucked him down to the root and back, occasionally holding onto his cock and licking just the head.
"I'm gonna cum," Robert replied. Part of me wanted to swallow his load, but was worried about that being too `gay.' I didn't want to scare him off. So I stood up and guided him to the couch, and I got on my knees in front of his spread legs. I jerked his cock with my right hand, the squelching noise sounding loud against the basement walls, and toyed with his hairless balls with my left hand.
"OH FUCK!" he shouted. "HERE IT COMES!" Mindful of the fact that his parents were home, I took my hand off his balls and put them over his mouth and continued to masturbate him as he came, letting loose three to four strong spurts of clear cum over his heaving stomach. His breathing continued to be heavy as he rode through his orgasm, lifting his hips off the couch to meet my hand.
When he finally relaxed, I let my hand off his mouth. I held onto his cock as it started to soften. It was my turn now to run and grab some paper towels as I wiped the cum off my hand, torso, and his stomach. Once we had both gone totally soft, we pulled our underwear on, me in boxer briefs and him in his briefs, and silently put a move on the TV.
We did this for a couple years, but never went farther than the mutual jerking and sucking. I would have loved to put it in his cute little ass, but it was not to be. I eventually came out as being bisexual, while he always maintained his heterosexual identity. As we continued to fool around, his dick did get bigger...almost seven inches! We both experimented with shaving our pubes to see what it looked like. Eventually, the sexual play and our friendship drifted away as those things tend to do. But it was great, while it lasted.