The past weekend my new friend, who joined our high school cross country team, provided me a new experience that I had secretly been yearning for. So many years of masturbating to naked men in magazines or on VHS tapes, I finally got my wish. Well at the very least a beginning, as it was my first sexual encounter, despite kissing a couple girls and feeling them up. As I went to the bathroom, it was difficult to go, as my large penis was fully erect. Yea it had been a few days, but the mutual masturbating session with James was incredible. Looking at my private parts, this was their first touch from a human being. Okay well doctors visits didn't count. Yet I had finally been massaged there, and gotten James off. His cock and balls felt far more amazing than I ever could have imagined, and we saw each other between classes. As usual there was the bell, and of course I was late to history class. I had thought in 11th grade I'd get out of my least favorite subject, but as I entered Mrs. Garman's classroom, she gave me the look, of being "depraved youth going nowhere." I'd have the last laugh a couple years later, with my cross country scholarship to Stanford University. Then again it didn't hurt, that even in this class despite her difficult demeanor, I had perfect marks. She was I now realize old school, but in high school I and many other adolescents thought, "nothing but a bitter bitch." She was rather loud and stern though. I wasn't thrilled today, as we had to go over the Magna Carta's influence on the Constitution. A shame I didn't have time to grab another soda. Yet when class ended, today was cross country practice. James would be there, and plus I loved getting ready for our regional finals. A competitor since birth.
Josh and Steve were in the locker room. According to them Coach Thomason, had quite the workout for us today. As one of the better schools in the district, we were expected to succeed. Yet quite often this was a lot of pressure. Although stressful I am pleased to have done this, as it obviously led to my degree, and the chance to try out for the Olympic team. While I didn't make it, getting that opportunity still makes me smile. At 6'1 or so this year I was lean, as were all of us really. These guys were great teammates, and often we spent time outside of school, smoking grass or other assorted mischief. These definitely were the "Glory Days" that Bruce Springsteen sang so beautifully about. My version wouldn't include a lady with those angelic eyes, but Josh and I were very close now. Friends and now he was allowing me judgement free, along with a pace I was comfortable with, to experiment with him my hormonal sex drive. 5'8 and thin also, he had the brightest blonde hair and green eyes. He was cute, and I was grateful to him for this past weekend even more. As he walked in, we laughed about school, yet Steve and Josh didn't see the all knowing smiles. Or us looking at each other's crotch.
Coach Thomason came out, and detailed first what we'd be doing on the track. Then we'd go to a nearby park, and work on hills. Thank goodness it was getting closer to Friday. As the varsity team, we were expected to lead the JV and freshmen group, and so we got them moving on a gentle one mile romp to get heated up. This steamy day we drank lots of water, and soon we're picked up by the bus for the sojourn to the hills. Addison Park was pretty hardcore, and without my protractor handy, I won't begin to consider what the degrees and pitch were. Yet typing this my hamstrings remember it. Josh, Steve, and James were able to keep up with me for the most part, but our JV's prospects weren't looking promising. The freshmen team were no better. Yet I did along with our other varsity folks, agree with the coach that Marquis showed potential. A little more height, maybe a build up of muscles, and he could bypass the JV people straight to where we were next year.
It felt good to run. Cross country is for those who love it. Also it's more psychological than physical. Some runners call it "mind over matter." Not sure if it's Avia or ASICS, but one of these has shirts today that show this slogan. It's accurate as while there is muscle and stride lengths, the mental aspect is what creates champions or those who fall short. As we engage in strenuous activities, our brains send us signals, some good but mostly bad. The key is to keep going, and one of my favorite mind tricks when cramping or struggling, was to focus on math equations. It is still employed even though I'm a little older now, and obviously not running four minute miles anymore. James appreciated my advice on this, as he also was a fan of mathematics, and later majored in it at USC. Other runners think of different things or concepts, and there's no right or wrong answer. For instance my neighbor tries to name all the countries of the world. I could be incorrect on this, but think there are 228 or so. That's a lot of effort to beat feet!
It was good to wrap up practice. James and I were the only ones left. With the coast being clear, we went into the shower together. Hard again as was he, we had to be careful not to get caught. No doubt coach was watching his golf videos, or playing fantasy football, but it was better safe than sorry. I could see his nice cock better in the light. Absolutely stunning as a attractive six inch pole of fairly thick size, and dug that dirty blonde pubic hair. He turned around and his smooth ass did grab my attention. There was no doubt about my gay curiosity tendencies expanding. Quickly we touched each other's private parts, and oh the feeling of his hands, plus his hardness in my fingers was still so electric. Smiling with the hot water going, and since I knew my parents would leave me home alone, I said "come over Friday" quietly. James smiled and all I heard was "sure." Drying off, and leaving different exits to home, I went home and thought of his sheer nudity. No magazine or movie needed, as I wanted to feel his penis and testicles again, along with allowing him to touch my crotch. I shot another huge load, and despite the release of pressure, I couldn't wait for tomorrow.
That damn alarm clock. General Electric probably made it in the 70's. The Chernobyl sound. Seriously whoever came up with this, was an asshole intent on waking you and everyone else up. Mom and dad were here for breakfast, so I got pancakes, bacon, and orange juice for a change. We had a nice conversation about my running, along with what our family trip would be during spring break. All grandparents and aunts, uncles, along with multiple cousins would join us at Lake Havasu. I always had loved Arizona, and missed these people. Except for Uncle Mark who was "Uncle Mark." My mothers brother was a physicist, but his ego and strange mannerisms drove everyone nuts. Just a combative intellectual monster, and no one enjoyed his company. Yet he was family, and mom was able to sometimes keep his behavior in relatively normal lines. As usual they couldn't really talk much about work, but dad brought up my interest in astronomy. He was correct as I loved the stars, and had countless maps and books of the known universe.
Walking to school with a bounce in my step, as tonight James would be staying over. I started to get hard, but the neighbor Mrs. Walker asked "Terry, can you please bring my newspaper to me?" Of course I did, as she was elderly and had recent hip surgery. She had always been kind to me, and often paid me to prune her trees, along with some minor housework. Sadly her family had moved to the east coast, and as a widow, she had to be lonely. Yet her attitude was always pleasant, and she knew a lot about astronomy, as a retired college professor. Quite often she would invite me over for cokes, and to learn about this man named Carl Sagan. He was fascinating, and spoke about science in new ways. I got so many books to borrow from her, and a joke between us was that "she was the area librarian." Everyone in our neighborhood liked her, and I do miss the conversations we shared throughout my college years until her untimely demise. She is still missed, and I now know she knew I was gay, and totally comfortable with it. In many ways she was way ahead of her time.
The clock's ominous sounds were slow today. I looked out the windows, so wanting to be outside in the splendor. Also I had other "gardens and fields," that I wanted to tend to. All day under my desk my large sex organ was constantly at attention, as I thought of how James's touch felt there and on my balls especially. Now I was playing with my testes more as I jerked off. He had woken up something new, and although we were starting out, I was glad that he had both the experience and patience. He never made me feel rushed. Tonight I hoped to repeat what we had done. And in a few hours as that old IBM clock indicated, would be our time on the couch with no clothes on. Also I was eager to, as he agreed to, talk about his encounters with guys and what could be expected. It was like unraveling a curtain at a pace, but I liked where it was going, and damn I couldn't wait to feel his private parts again either.
There were less students in the building today. Lunch was the usual nasty chicken nuggets, that GI's ate during the Korean War. So many seniors were skipping this Friday. All of them were probably at Thoreau Park, smoking weed, drinking, and who knows what else. I was looking forward to being in the senior section of the locker room, and also the lounge that was for this year. Finishing my gross lunch, I said hi to a couple classmates, and also went for a walk around campus. Then it was back to chemistry and earth science classes, which was where my heart was. Actually it was more in the biology realm, as my balls ached all day, and there was only one way to release this tension. The final bell, and off to home I went. Cars, buses, and fellow walkers made it look like a rock concert was getting out. Yet I focused on the 1/3rd mile hike, used my house key, and took a shower. The hot water felt good, and I got black shorts on with a bright yellow shirt, along with knee high running socks. Dinner was spaghetti which I was good at, and I smoked some grass I was hiding in my underwear drawer.
James arrived at 7, and had some booze with him. We drank a few shots, and since it was getting dark enough out, we were able to smoke more weed together. It was nice to spend time with him. Yes my groin was doing somersaults, but we had a good discussion about running, the Mary Tyler Moore show, and BMX biking. He was wonderful company, articulate and knowledgeable in so many subjects. Drinking a bit more, I finally got the nerve to ask about his first experience. His body language never changed, but his eye movements indicated memory. Apparently when he was a high school freshman, he had a older lover named George. As we drank another shot, I was digging his looks in the bright orange tiny shorts and shirt that matched. He smiled at me and said "you have the biggest cock I've ever seen." My blood flushed my face. Turned bright red. Soon we were going to have to discuss more, as he took my shorts off. I offered no resistance, and as he pulled my underwear his green eyes became more prominent.
The buzz of booze, weed, and hormones filled the air around us. I saw him eyeing my cock, and his hands on it I simply became his putty. Damn his fingers up and on my shaft, he just was magical with what he was doing to me. My legs opened more and I moaned, pushing his hands to my low hanging balls that were swinging like scales. Oh yes as he was massaging my maleness, and eventually I had to tell him to take a break. Sensory overload. Yet as overwhelmed as I was, I took his shorts off. He was free balling and wow he was so erect. Touching his penis, this time with a little more experience, he was all mine as I hit his erotic zones. Wow I loved touching his sex organs. Moving down I stroked him and gently caressed his nice looking nuts. He was achieving some sort of zen, smiling at me, and then back to touching me as I brought myself to him. Our hands were searching each over raid style, and James between moans said, "let me show you something if you stand up."
Our heights and statures contrasting, he touched my privates as I did his. As he cupped my balls I screamed, this was just so eye opening fun. Then James took my cock in his palms, and pushed his penis into mine. If this was a pleasure coma I was out, as the sensation felt good. He smiled at me and said "sword fight." He took our penises in tandem and brought them together up and down. This was on earth sky diving, as any fences I had up were falling fast. It got even more erotic as he squashed his hardness into my scrotum. The skin on skin, body heat was so damn intense it was as if a new undiscovered star system had appeared. Gripping his cock as they rubbed, we both had Cheshire grins on us. He asked me, "would you grab my ass?" I squeezed and it felt so smooth. It wasn't exactly a turn on, but it did nothing to dampen my mood, especially when his body shook with each of my grips. There was something primitive, and beyond seductive grabbing his buttocks. Never had I touched anyone here, and he made a sound of pleasure I wasn't aware was possible.
Soon we were standing and our cocks grinded together. James took my shirt off, and then his. He touched my chest and at first I backed away. Wasn't sure how to feel, and he just stood there with a concerned look. A million thoughts went through my brain, stunned was the outside reflection of what was going on. Like a deer in the spotlight. Yet I regained my composure, and told James "I'd be more comfortable with us jerking each other off." Relief in his eyes. As we sat on the couch, we both felt our circuitry lit up all over. Despite the not sure what to call it, I was getting into holding his privates in my hands. Also I liked that we were next to each other. I closed my eyes.
As hard as I was it happened spontaneously, as I had kissed his lips. One more time. And again. Although I knew he was more experienced than me, he just let me kiss his soft and salty lips at a timing I was comfortable with. Also I touched his nipples. They were warm to the touch and I heard him say "feels so good." I put his hands on mine, and actually it wasn't as hot blooded as rubbing our genitals via our hands or sword fighting, I found it to be a new pleasant discovery. We gently kissed and our hands worked their art downstairs, as we again exploded sperm everywhere. First I saw his come flying out, and he screamed in a high pitched octave voice. Then everything went to a psychedelic motion and new music, as I literally felt my tanks release the contents under pressure. My white thick cum must have gone six feet up, and we just sat there in a fog of spent sexuality, booze, and weed infused pleasure. For some time we just sat prone, and put our clothing back on. I was still processing what happened, yet I kept these thoughts to myself. Soon I had a feeling that this was going further, and James got me another beer. Our needs taken care of, we discussed his sexual events, and I was starting to feel better and less alone.