Standard disclaimer. This story is about male to male sex. If you don't like that sort of thing, please go about your way overpopulating the world. (You'll probably divorce the cunt and read stories like this later, anyway - Once you've started experimenting, you're hooked) Also, if you are under the age of 18 or 21, depending on your community standards, you must also leave and go use your religious father's pornographic magazine - not this story. If you are of age and are horny, read on!!!
Best Friend's Young Dick
by
BladerIowa
David Happel was a big kid. Not too bright, but a fun kid none the less. We grew up about three houses apart. Both of us attended some of the same high school classes and hung out together. I tended to pursue more of the classes like physics and mathematics - Dave went for the sports. He had the build for it. At better than six foot, his frame was packed with muscles. He had kind of nappy brown hair clipped short, brown eyes, and big shoulders. His head seemed a little big for his body - If anything, he really fit the role of being a big, dumb jock.
Dave got picked on some as he was growing up because he was a little slow. It didn't matter that someday the kid would probably bench press Buicks. Kids just like to be cruel to each other. I never picked on him because though I was much smarter, at sixteen he was about 5 inches taller than me!
We usually rode the city bus home together if the weather was bad. Both Dave and I lived right on the edge of the school district and it was a pretty fair walk. The city bus would take us right up to within two garages of mine. I'd run in, grab the key, and run back out. This one particular day was different. I had to piss so bad that I could almost taste it. I ran in, grabbed the key, and hauled my dick out and started pissing in the corner of the old garage. God that felt good! As I shook my dick off, it started to feel good. My boner stiffened a little and I gave it a couple of strokes. It was then that I heard the rap on the side window of the garage. I quickly put my dick away and walked out.
"What were ya doing in there?"
"I had to take a piss, you pervert."
"Yeah, right. It looked like you were doing more than that."
"So, you were watching?"
He didn't say anything more after that. As the year progressed, I began to gain more and more hobbies and realized that I would have to start working at some kind of a job. Mom's friend, Sue, had three little kids that needed babysitting. I figured that it would be an easy job and I agreed to do it.
Shortly after I started working for Sue Walsh. Sue and her husband, Steve, used to go out just about every Friday night. They would usually come back a little tipsy and, depending on how drunk they were, I got paid pretty darn well. Steve, I found out, was a bit of a pervert. He had quite a stash of Penthouse magazines located in the basement by his workbench. I used to wait till the kids would go to bed, sneak down to the basement, and beat my meat till I was satisfied. At that age, satisfied was never just once.
One afternoon, Dave and I had just gotten off from school and were walking in a general direction toward home.
"You headed home, Brad?"
"Na, I'm gonna have to babysit the kids again."
"Don't you hate doing that? Those kids are all hyper."
"Well, it's ok. Their old man has a bunch of Penthouses and I read 'em after the little fuckers go to bed."
"Are you kidding? What time is that? I'd like to come over and check some of these out."
I gave Dave the address and told him to come over to Steve and Sue's house at 10:00. That was a full hour after the kids had gone to bed. Dave took off and jogged up the block. I noticed his ass as he ran. I'd never looked at him that way before, but I began to wonder if his butt was that muscular naked.
As usual, the kids were brats, but I finally got the little shits to bed that night. I pulled out a few of Steve's magazines and brought them upstairs to the living room. My favorite was a Penthouse from September of 1978 (I bought a copy of it recently and still occasionally use it!).
There was a letter in there about a young man in the hospital that gave a male nurse a blowjob. It was a HOT letter. At the age of 16, all I could think of was getting my dick sucked and what it must feel like. I'd always enjoyed looking at the cocks in the locker room, but the feelings of wanting to have sex with men were just beginning to gel.
Dave came over right at 10:00. He pounded on the door. When I looked out, I noticed that he was wearing a pair of red sweats and a Cyclones T-shirt. (He went on to Iowa State some years later.) The sleeves on the t-shirt were rolled up and I could not help but notice the size of his young biceps.
"Hey, Dave - Come on in."
"Thanks. I had to tell Mom that I was coming over here. She doesn't like me out late. Got any porno?"
I gave him a couple of the magazines and he took a seat on the old recliner. I got us a couple of Cokes from the fridge. As we started thumbing through the old Penthouses, I got a raging boner. One pictorial was of a guy and a girl on a desert island. The guy had a nice dick, but like always, they showed more of the cunt he was with. I made sure to look at the front of Dave's sweatpants. He was getting a woodie, too! It looked like his dick was off to one side and pushing a little down one pantleg.
"These are pretty good, aren't they! I like'm better than Playboy."
"Yeah", Dave replied, "At least they show some couples".
"So", I shot back. "What, you like looking at the guys?"
His face turned red and he looked embarrassed. Dave didn't say a thing. I thought I'd better break the ice.
"Just kidding, Dave. I like looking at those, too. I wish they would show the guys fucking the girls. They're always soft."
"Did you notice how those guys always have big dicks? I wonder if they jack off or something, first."
"I think they must." I had an idea. Dave's bulge was looking pretty impressive from where I was sitting. It had grown to almost incredible proportions. I knew from the showers that he was pretty good sized, but never suspected he was THAT big. I grabbed the September issue Penthouse and walked over to the chair where he was sitting. I gave him that one and told him to check out the letters. Then I went back to the couch where I had been reading. He thumbed through the letters till he got to one that interested him. I stole glances at him and his crotch the whole time.
"Wow. This one is pretty weird." Bingo! I jumped up and walked over to him. He had the magazine open to page 16, where the Penthouse letter was talking about the kid sucking off the nurse. Dave looked up and slammed the magazine shut.
"That letter was too much. Can't believe they'd publish something like that."
"Hell, you were the one reading it. You must have liked it".
"Fuck you. You were the one playing with your dick in the garage."
"Yeah, I'll bet you play with yours all the time. Your mom ever catch you jacking off?"
All of a sudden, it got really quiet. Dave's face turned beet red. I had to laugh. I'd gotten him. Figuring I'd embarassed him, I sat back on the couch.
"Mine never has", I said. "I guess I've been lucky!"
"How was I supposed to answer that?" He grinned and shook his head.
"So, how do you do it, anyway? I make a fist around mine." Gesturing with my right hand, I showed him my technique. I was beginning to get hard again. I could see by the look in his eye that he was getting horny, too.
"You want to do it together?"
"Sure."
"We can watch each other. Just stay where you're sitting and I will stay where I am."
I watched as he unzipped put his thumbs into his sweatpants and slid them down to his ankles. He pulled down his white briefs too. As he pulled on the waistband, his dick flopped out. It was enormous. That thing must have nine inches long and over two inches and a half inches in diameter.
I pulled my dick out and sat down. He grabbed his magazine and started slowly stroking his pecker. I watched, transfixed, as Dave played with that big dick. At seven inches, mine seemed a lot smaller, but still . I noticed that as he beat his meat, he was intently looking over at me.
I was stroking on my dick, with my left hand pulling on my nutsack.
Feeling a little bolder, I pulled up my underwear and walked over to where he was sitting. Not saying a word, I pushed his hand away and placed mine on his dick. Dave groaned, but didn't complain. I loved the silky feel of his peter as I lightly stroked it. Dave closed his eyes and leaned back. I pulled on that big wang and as I squeezed it, he moaned and it pulsed in my hand. As I looked at this big, beautiful cock and the powerless man/boy under my control, there was something I knew I had to do.
"Relax. Stop me if this doesn't feel good". I leaned forward and took as much of his cock into my mouth as I could. Dave breathed in sharply and his muscles contracted. My mouth was flooded with sensations. his cock, smooth and warm, had a lightly salty taste to it. I could smell the sweat coming from his balls. It was all enough to drive me crazy.
I licked up and down his shaft and Dave's hips rocked in appreciation. Knowing where I liked to use my hand, I ran my tongue around the same area; just below the head of his dick.
Dave began thrusting in my mouth.
"Oh, suck it. Yeah."
I noticed that he was playing with his huge balls.
"Keep doing that. Uhhhh. I want you to suck me off. Do it. Yeah. I'm gonna UHHHH come....That's it. Keep doing it like that. Tight. Suck"
My head bobbed up and down in his lap. The smell from his nuts drove me own. Dave's cock started to swell in my mouth and his breathing became more erratic. His legs tightened up.
"Yeah...Suck! Ohhhhh Uhhhhhh! MMMMMMMM!" He gave one hard lunge, gagging me, and I felt the come rush out of his dick and into my mouth.
I swallowed quickly. The taste was very salty and the stuff was thick.
I wasn't fond of the flavor, but because it was part of him, I wanted to take every drop and more. My tongue kept working at the tip of his dick, coaxing more and more out of him until he started to go limp. I stood up and yanked my pants down.
"My turn."
"No. I can't do it. I don't want to."
"Come on, Dave. I did it for you."
"I don't care. You did it 'cause you wanted to. I don't want to." I was beginning to get pissed!
"Well, that's not what Cathy Renk is going to hear. Rumor around school is that we slept together."
"You fucking asshole. You say that and I will kill you."
"There's a way to get out of it. All you got to do is help me jack off.
Just touch it. It's not gonna make you a queer and I won't tell anyone. Do it."
Dave's hand slowly reached out for my dick. He touched it and lightly stroked the skin. He seemed fascinated by my penis. I laid on the floor and Dave crawled over next to me.
"Yes. Please jack me off, Dave. You are so hot. I want you to touch me. I love your muscles. Please make me come. MMMMM!"
I reached up and squeezed his left bicep with his right arm. It was as hard as a rock! I ran my hands around as much of his muscular body as I could reach. I wanted him to hold me forever. I closed my eyes and daydreamed about how his cock felt in my mouth. My dick lurched and his hand sped up. Tighter and faster he stroked and I could feel a bead of sweat running down my ass. My balls tightened and I could feel cum starting to work its way out of my balls and into the base of my cock.
"Ohhhh! MMMMMM!....AH!!!!!!! Fuck'n eh! UHHHHH!"
I shot cum all over my shirt. Anyway, I just laid there for a second and caught my breath. I knew I'd have to clean the cum off my shirt before Steve and Sue got home. I got up as Dave was headed to the door.
"Dave, I can trust you to keep this our little secret."
"No problem. I can't have this get out, either."
"You know where to find me. I want to take care of you anytime you want to get off. If you go out on a date and don't get laid, call me. I want to put that big thing in my mouth again."
"Will do." And that he did. I got my chance to suck him and some of his friends, but that's a different story.
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