Gerry wanted to celebrate his 18th birthday by going to an X-rated movie. In Baltimore, at the time, the most famous one was called the Apex Theater. I was nervous, but also excited in a strange way, because the idea of Gerry being sexually excited really turned me on.
I had graduated from high school the year before, but had not gone on to college yet. I was working to save money, since I wasn't eligible for any scholarships. Gerry, on the other hand, was an all-county basketball player, sandy blond, lithe, leanly muscular, and looking forward to college in just a few months. We had hit it off as friends when we both worked at a local fast food joint. We genuinely enjoyed being around each other, but my interests in him went a little farther. I want to get in his pants, and I jerked off thinking of him at least once a week.
Agreeing to the x-rated movie was fine with me. Thinking of Gerry next to me with a hard-on was even better. The movie that night was a straight one, of course. Something about anal adventures, of which Gerry had been fairly consistent in mentioning that he wouldn't mind doing with this latest girlfriend. We arrived after it started, so the theater was dark. I walked in first and stopped to let my eyes adjust. Gerry ran into me, and I had the real thrill of feeling his crotch bang against my ass. He chuckled and said,
"Guess that's my very own anal adventure for tonight?" I just laughed it off, but almost came in my pants at the thought of it actually happening.
During the movie, we both kept our pants shut. Watching Gerry out of the corner of my eye, I could see him adjusting himself, and it was driving me crazy to think of him with a hard-on. Walking out, we both had hands in our pockets, totally oblivious to the fact that at least two dozen men would have blown us in a flash.
The car ride back seemed awkward. Finally, I nervously broke the ice and said I had blue balls. Gerry laughed, agreed, and said, "I need to get off! Where's Pam (his girlfriend) when I need her?"
I joined in the camaraderie and said, "Think she would take care of me, too?"
Smiling, Gerry shook his head and said, "No, dude, that's just for me. Sorry."
Suddenly he turned down a street with a bunch of wherehouses. I asked him what was up, and he thrilled me by saying, "Dude, I can't wait, I gotta get off. OK? If you're embarrassed, it's tough. You'll just have to deal with it."
He pulled into a loading area, turned off the engine and got out. Rather than move away from the car, he unzipped his pants, hauled out his cock and started to stroke it. I was so horny that I didn't realize I was leaning over to the drivers seat to watch. He has what looked to be a good 8 inches, and what was amazing was how stiff and straight it was. No curve at all, just a spear of meat.
Suddenly he realized I was watching, and turned around so that his cock came through the open window, right at face level. "Want a better look?" he said. I didn't respond and he didn't move, but he did cup his balls and wave it slightly allowing a clear drop of pre-cum to fly off and land lightly on my cheek.
"Keith, just take it man, it's cool. I promise I won't tell anyone. Just take it for a few strokes. Please, man. I promise I won't cum in your mouth. Please?"
My baser mind just took over and I didn't even think twice about it. I scooted over so that I didn't have to lean as far, opened my mouth and slid it down over his beautiful piece of meat. It was so hard it wouldn't bend and I had to really bend my head downward so as to not scrape him with my teeth. I dimly remember hearing him moan with pleasure as, on the upward stroke, I dance my tongue under the sensitive side of his glans. Down again I went, this time slower. His dick head swelled and I could feel the hard vein on the bottom resting on my tongue. It was amazing. His scent was musky and a little sweaty since he'd been aroused in the theater. Mixed with the cool night air, it was intoxicating.
I went up again and felt his hands now resting on the top of my head. I opened my eyes to see just his stomach and groin through the window. His cock jutted out of a reddish bush of pubic hair, tightly curled above his balls. The balls hung low, the right one slightly higher than the left. I could see every wrinkle and vein in the lights from the loading dock. Above his cock a small trail of reddish brown hair ran from his navel to just above his bush. His stomach was flat. Not the washboard you see in the magazines, but simply flat and slightly curved over his abdominal muscles. As I looked up, two rivulets of sweat coursed down from his chest into his groin.
His hands tightened and pushed. My mouth was slid back down again until my field of vision narrowed to only the point where the base of his beautiful cock rose from his body. He caught his breath in a sharp intake and loosened his hand so that I could rise again. His hand was gone, and he didn't push, but I went down again. He had gotten his three strokes and would probably have been happy, but I wasn't to be denied my prize. Twisting my head so that his cock met all the moist parts of my mouth, I went down again, faster this time. Then up to the top, swirling my tongue over the head, probing the slit twice, then down again, faster still. Up, down, up down, I lost track, until I felt his hand again. This time, more insistent, couple with a subtle trust of his pelvis. He was beginning to fuck me, my mouth. This was a point of no return.
My open eyes saw his balls begin to tighten as they filled with cum. Unbelievably his dick got even harder and thicker. He began to grunt quietly as he thrusted in on my downward strokes. My eyes began to water as my mouth muscles were stretched to accommodate him. His thighs and pelvis were mashed against the door, trying to get as close to my mouth as possible. Then his hands gripped my head even tighter, not pushing me down, just keeping me in place. Then he began to cum.
I didn't feel the shots, just that suddenly my mouth was full. It was warm and salty, with a slight metallic taste. He thrusted forward, moaning, and his cock head went deep into my mouth and deposited yet more cum. I had to swallow or choke, so down it went. He pulled back, realizing I might be choking and rested just the head inside my lips. I went down on it once my mouth was clear, and was rewarded with one more spasm and one more mouthful of his sperm.
He pulled away, his rigid dick hitting my nose, smearing my face with spittle and cum. I coughed, choking on a string of cum that hadn't gone all the way done. My mouth was gummy, it was hard to talk. I coughed again, finally clearing my throat of the spermy mucus.
I looked up to see him stuffing his dick back into his jeans, awkwardly adjusting himself as he was still quite hard. He opened the car door, leaned forward and patted my back to help my coughing. He gave me a huge grin and said, "Damn! That was good. Where the hell did you learn to do that?"
I scooted so he could get in and gamely replied, "Just something I picked up in Sunday School." We both laughed loudly as he started the car.
On the way home he stopped at a 7-11 and bought me a soda "to wash it down" he said. I couldn't have gotten out anyway as my own prick was about to explode, my blue balls definitely aching. I didn't expect or want reciprocation from Gerry.
He finally stopped in front of my parent's house. An awkward silence ensued which he broke by saying, "Keith, really, man, that was an amazing blow job. It'll be our secret, ok?"
I nodded and said, "Thanks, man, I appreciate it. It wouldn't be good if it got out at school that I was good at something like that."
"You're right," he said, "It'll be just for us, no problem. I kind of like the idea of having a personal cocksucker anyway."
Appalled I stared at him. He expected me to do this again?
He leered at me and said, "Dude, you didn't think that was going to be the only time, did you? That was too good for a one shot deal. Besides, I have a lot more cum where that came from. When Pam can't take it, maybe you can help me out. Deal?"
Of course, I nodded. Who wouldn't?
To be continued...