"I'm Roan," he said, as he leaned against the low brick facade as I walked toward the main entrance.
"I'm Nick," I stammered with a degree of surprise. "I was heading for first period."
"Early bird catches the babe's, huh?" he observed casually, sizing me up in quick glances. "It's over twenty minutes `til first bell."
"Yeah, the old man lets me off about now. He's on his way to work, you know?"
"Yeah, I just got here. I don't know where I'm going. Looking for someone to give me the fifty cent tour. How about I buy you a soda and you show me the landscape."
"Sure," I said, not wanting a soda at just after seven in the morning.
He walked to my right and a half a step behind me. I pointed out each hallway, which classes could be found in what area, and the numbering pattern of the classrooms.
"Roan, that's an odd name," I observed, standing by the soda machine near the entrance to the cafeteria.
"My Mama's a horse nut. A roan is a horse with reddish hair," he explained, leaning down to grab the Coke that rolled out of the machine. "What's your flavor, Nick?"
"Something light? 7-UP?"
Another can rolled out of the machine and he bent to retrieve it, handing the can to me. Roan's hair was blond but with a definite reddish tint. There was a reddish hue to his complexion. He was half a head taller than me and bigger in general. I was still trying to grow into my sixteen-year-old body. At five-eight and one twenty-five, I wasn't big.
Roan came in closer to six foot. His body seemed right for his height. There was no sign of fat or excess contained in his dark blue slacks or baby blue slipover shirt with a collar that stood up toward his neck. As he spoke his eyes moved, like someone new to a place might glance around to keep his bearings. His eyes were light blue and his eyelashes were very blond, giving them an exaggerated importance on his face.
He had a smooth easy voice that revealed no discomfort from being new to a place. We bounced from one subject to another as we walked up to the upper floor. I explained where the numbers weren't consistent and how I got confused my first day. He let his hand feel the wall as we walked. He watched his feet. He looked up at each florescent light as we passed under it. He watched my lips move when I talked.
"Mrs. Smith is my homeroom teacher," he said, looking at me for help. "Once I find her room, I got it made."
"Mine, too. Just stick with me. I'll walk you to first period after homeroom, but then, you'll be on your own."
"Yeah, cool enough, Nick. Thanks. This place got a head?"
"A head?"
"Little boys room. I always jerk off before first period so I can make it to lunch," he explained casually, toying with the front of his pants.
"You what?" I said, not sure if I heard him right or not but still acting shocked by his candor.
"Piss. You know, drain the main vein? Don't you need to pee after drinking soda?"
"Oh, yeah, I do," I said, still dwelling on the previous remark and the accompanying imagery.
I lead him to the one nearest our homeroom. He pushed the door open and started inside. Then, he popped back out to see where I went.
"You had a soda. You telling me you don't have to pee. Don't be bashful. You ain't got nothing I ain't got, Nicky."
Even without needing to pee to any great degree, I followed him inside. We stood next to one another at the urinals. It was then I realized I didn't need to pee yet.
"You bashful?" he asked, making me uncomfortable as he peed like a racehorse and looked down at what was happening with me.
"Not particularly," I said, returning his glance only to catch sight of his dick, which would have been difficult to miss under most circumstances.
Without looking at my face but realizing my face was turned toward his, he said, "My mother says I'm part horse. It's a good conversation starter."
"Your mother knows how big your dick is?" I said, unable to hide my shock.
"Well, I'm definitely not bashful. I've always gone to shower naked and returned to my room in the same condition. She's seen it enough to know I have plenty down there."
As he finished speaking he turned his face toward mine, looking down as my dick wasn't doing anything in the peeing department.
"You're lucky you're normal," he said, finishing surveying my pecker.
"Lucky?"
"Yeah, everyone wants a look at mine. You'd be surprised the number of guys that want to feel it."
"Guys ask to feel your dick?"
"A few want a hell of a lot more an that. Having a big dick gets you some strange offers," he explained.
The force of his pee turned to a trickle as I kept checking it for size. Once he was done he kept flicking and pulling to get the last few drops out of it I suppose.
"See what I mean?" He turned his face toward mine again. "Go ahead. You can touch it," he said as if he was doing me a favor.
"No," I protested. "No thanks."
"Don't be bashful. I see you looking at it. Go ahead. I can use some excitement."
It's the kind of thing I'd never do. I was cautious and conservative about my image around school. Even as cautious as I was, my hand said it all, reaching for his dick as he moved his thigh up against mine, moving back from the porcelain and turning slightly toward me. He placed his hand on my butt as my eyes were glued to his dick.
"Pull it a few times. It'll get full size if you do. There was no one in the hall when we came in. It's cool, but we don't have much time. Go ahead. I don't mind."
It was warm and thick and got harder as I let my fingers massage it. My own dick stood out, arching upward from my zipper. It throbbed as I pulled on his, watching it lengthen and widen remarkably. He put his hands on his hips, watching closely.
"Nine and one half inches long by seven and a quarter inches around. It's a keeper," he bragged, pushing it through my fingers.
"It's big," I said, looking up at his face as he watched my hand work him over. "I never saw one this big, maybe in a picture one time."
I was baffled by how I ended up feeling his dick. My mind couldn't process the leap into risky business like this. I'd always been curious about guys and what they had and what they did with it, but I never had the nerve to pursue it beyond my thinking about it.
"Not even the biggest one back home, you know," he said.
"Where's back home?" I asked.
"Louisville."
"There are bigger guys in Louisville?"
"My two best buds back home were both bigger an me. They knew boys big as them. I was kind of a runt in Louisville."
"You won't be a runt in Centerville. I seen plenty of guys and none are big as you. In the showers, I mean. I seen guys in the showers."
"You check boys for size, do you?" he asked.
"Not really. I know what I see and none of them measured up to what you have."
"We were always measuring each other, when we was growing so fast. I put on three inches the summer I was thirteen."
"Other boys were bigger?" I asked, feeling its length from tip to pubes as he thrust his hips out for me to have easy access to it.
"Other big boys came over to see how they measured up to us. We were the "Three Musketeers" around school. It was something to do."
"Man!" I said, swallowing hard. "That's awesome."
We were both hard as stone by then. I didn't feel guilty or bad about having another boy's dick in my hand. It made me a little dizzy and I would have stood there jerking him off until the cows came home, hoping he'd reach over to take a hold of mine, but he didn't. Far, too, soon for my taste he called it off.
"It's getting late, Nicky. Dudes'll start showing up soon. Wouldn't do to get caught with our hard pricks hanging out. I'll meet you after school near the wall where we met. You can show me where you live. Does your Mama work?"
"Yeah, and my sister's in college."
"Yeah, that's cool," he said with a drawl, making it sound cool. "We can get to know each other better then if you want?"
It was difficult to calculate how much better we could get to know each other after having his dick in my hand. It was the highlight of the day and Roan rarely left my thoughts. He might have been the most unusual boy I'd met and I couldn't wait until the final bell.
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