Luke Wore a Sock

By James Tyler

Published on Aug 30, 2022

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Luke Wore a Sock

It was 1976 and the summer between grade ten and eleven. Luke and I (James) were quickly approaching our sixteenth birthdays but first, it was summertime.

Luke and I didn't hang out a lot -- he's an introvert and so am I. His family home had a pool and I was over there maybe every couple of weeks to fool around in the water. Luke and I had seen each other naked many times over the past couple of years so we were familiar with each other's bodies.

Luke has silky blonde hair and stunning steel blue eyes. As a fifteen year old, the architecture between his legs was very impressive with a five inch penis soft and a seven and a half inch penis when it was hard. It was fairly thick and there was a curve to his dick - kinda like having a banana between your legs. He had a large amount of golden pubes and his arms and legs were filling in with golden blonde hair.

I had dark brown hair but my pubes were medium brown as was the hair on my arms and legs. I had a respectable four inch penis when soft and a six inch penis that stood straight and tall when it was ready for some action.

Luke's parents always seemed to be home in the summer so we could never had any fun at his house. We had been jerking off together the past couple of years and it had graduated to simultaneous hand jobs.

We didn't really talk on the phone much but once in a while the doorbell would ring and there stood Luke. He never called to say he was coming over -- he would just show up and that meant only one thing.

It was after lunch one day when the doorbell rang and there was Luke. My mom welcomed him in -- my mom really liked him and she was probably glad I had a friend. My mom said that her and my sister were going downtown in a few minutes and would be gone for a while. I knew Luke liked hearing that and so did I.

We waited for the car to drive down the street and then we headed downstairs to the couch. We sat down and nothing was said. Luke never said what he wanted to do -- he always left it up to me to suggest something. I don't even know if he masturbated at home -- he must have.

"Do you want a hand-job?" I asked. We knew nothing about doing anything else to each other.

"Yes." Was all he said.

We both stood up - Luke took off his t-shirt and dropped his shorts. Underneath, he wasn't wearing anything but a tube sock covering his penis. I don't know if Luke didn't wear anything but a sock all the time or only when he came over. I'm kinda thinking it was just when he wanted a hand-job as his mom would have something to say about her son not wearing anything under his pants. Luke told me it was how good it felt is why he wore only a sock.

I took off my shirt and dropped my shorts. I was wearing the typical white fruit-of-the-loom underwear of the day and I was starting to get hard.

Luke looked at me and I dropped my underwear. It would be many years before both of us started wearing boxers and letting everything hang.

Neither of our dad's had explained anything to us how our bodies would change -- or were changing and how they worked never mind anything about the facts of life and neither of our dads were approachable on this subject. I remember having wet dreams and really didn't know what was going on. We did discover that the more we jerked off, the fewer the wet dreams.

Luke is a shower and I'm definitely a grower. With Luke's curve, he hangs down nicely and I loved looking at his form. I didn't know what it felt like to have something that size hanging out of a body.

Luke sat down and started massaging his penis and it started to get hard slowly. He didn't have much of a place for the boys to live -- it was a small sack it and was tucked up close to the base of his penis. Me? I had a nice sized bungalow for my boys to live in. I think the architect was more concerned about the banana and the moat for Luke than a place for the boys.

Luke was fairly hard and he started and so did I. Luke always kept his eyes closed when he jerked himself off. After a few minutes, I stopped, reached over and ran my fingers through his ample blonde pubes. He grunted a bit and stopped - I knew he liked the feeling. He did the same thing to me and I loved it when someone else touched me and ran their fingers through my pubes. Luke did this for a minute or two and then wrapped his hand around my hard penis and started taking care of me ... and I returned the favor.

The feeling of someone else's hand around my engorged teenage penis -- especially Luke's hand was a feeling I looked forward to. He had this great slow and steady rhythm that was glorious and I matched him stroke for stroke.

After about five minutes, Luke pulled off. I was really enjoying the feeling of my semen starting to make its way to the world but I knew exactly why he stopped. Luke always wanted one `time-out' before he came. He told me it felt more intense rather than shooting the first time.

My penis was close to an orgasm and as I watched it bob up and down in contractions I knew the cannon wasn't ready to fire yet. We didn't touch each other -- we just looked at each other's architecture. Luke was the one that started to run his fingers back through my pubes.

I ran my fingers through his pubes, around his ball sac and then wrapped my hand around his teenage penis first. I started back with a slow steady rhythm. Luke always took longer to cum than me and we tried to cum at the same time. He eventually wrapped his hand around my penis and started the familiar steady motion. I loved feeling him and his curve. He seemed to feel harder than me -- and maybe he was but feeling was great.

As I mentioned earlier, this was the mid-seventies and we knew nothing about lube so we concentrated more on our shafts then pleasuring the head of our penises. Both Luke and I are circumcised and Luke's penis head was larger than mine. It was hard and firm yet the head which was a deep blueish color, felt spongy and soft. His head would swell and grow a bit larger when he was getting closer to shooting.

After a few minutes, I could hear Luke's breathing was getting more intense and I watched his facial expressions. I could feel his penis starting to change -- it was getting harder and I knew his explosion was near. I was getting ready to explode but I hoped that Luke would cum first.

Luke started to squirm and I knew he was very close. I started to jerk him off a bit faster and then I felt him get stiffer and stiffer and the pulses started. Luke gave a bit of a grunt and then one, two, three, four good ropes of semen shot out of his penis head and landed on his flat hairless stomach. I loved watching this and that was all I needed to see and feel as my penis throbbed, I shot four ropes.

We continued the hand job until the last bit of semen presented itself. I matched Luke's rhythm as he slowly stopped and removed his hand from my now starting to soften penis. He ran his fingers once more through my pubes and we were done.

I had a box of Kleenex at the ready and we cleaned ourselves up. We both laid there until our architectures were soft. Luke stood up first to get dressed and I watched as he maneuvered his penis into the sock. He grinned at me and put the rest of his clothes on. I got dressed, grabbed the evidence and headed for the bathroom.

On the way back I grabbed us each a soda and we talked about nothing in particular for a while.

My mom and sister returned home and Luke went on his way.

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