In high school I was the quintessential nerd. I didn't just have one or two of the stereotypes, I had them all. I was tall and skinny. By my freshman year I was almost 6 foot tall and by my sophomore year I had topped six feet. I was 90 pounds soaking wet, thin as a rail. Pardon the cliches, but they were all true for me. I was blind as a bat and wore glasses with thick lens. I was a clutz and dropped my glasses often. My parents had gotten tired of replacing my glasses and two and half weeks and told me to make due with what I had, so my glasses were taped together in more than one location. On top of it all I was a social moron. Totally and completely socially inept. I literally had no friends at all, hung out only with myself, and could barely speak to anyone without blushing a bright crimson red and mumbling incoherent sentences. I was in my sophomore year when I met Dutch Kinsey. He had just transferred to my high school. He was a total football jock and the total opposite of me. He was well built and muscular. His bright blue eyes were the opposite of my nondescript hazel ones. Where my dingy brown hair was unkept and messy, his dark black hair was always neat and trimmed. Most of the kids I had went to school had grown up with me. Some had tried to befriend me, but I had shunned them, others had shunned me because of my weird behavior and looks. I still recieved my fair amount of teasing and harassment, but I had learned how to deal with it. For some reason, Dutch had decided to befriend me. We had P.E. together and during a jog he decided to jog alongside me. He talked to me, and I replied with my usual mumbles. He didn't get scared. We jogged together for a week. I began to figure that he need me, the nerd, to help him with his school work. I learned that wasn't the case when he told me had was getting straight A's while still playing on the football team. He continued to buddy up with me during P.E. helping me out when I needed help, teaching me, and never making fun of me. I couldn't figure out why he had chosen me to be his friend. We began to spend a lot of time together before, during and after school. I started to break out of my shell, at least with him. With other people I was still a social idiot. One day Dutch told me that his parents were going to be gone for the weekend, leaving him at his place for three days all by himself. He asked to stay the weekend with him and I accepted. He had a nice place with a pool and hot tub. The first night we swam in the pool and sat in the hot tub. I had brought my swimming trunks, but Dutch had climbed into the water naked. He told me he didn't care if I did the same, but I was too embarassed to do it. We played in the pool, wrestling and fooling around. When we sat in the hot tub, he again invited me to go naked and again I didn't. He didn't seem embarrassed to walk around naked in front of me. I did my best not to stare at him, but at times I couldn't resist. I had to admit his cock was nice looking, seven or so inches long, it swung as he walked. I had never thought of myself as gay. Actually I never thought of myself as sexual in anyway. Girls had never given me a second look. I was surprised when he said that he and I could sleep in the same bed. I was sure I would sleep in a different room since everybody was gone. But I agreed and climbed into bed with him. He was nude again and I wore pajama pants. Dutch fell asleep quickly. I was laying on the inside of the bed against the wall on my back, when he suddenly rolled over. His head was on my shoulder, his hand on my stomach. He had a boner and it was pressed firmly against my leg. His hand wandered in his sleep and came to rest on my crotch. I began to get hard as his hand squeezed my cock. I was sure he had no idea what he was doing, but it felt so damn good. I had jacked off only a couple times. My mom had caught me one time and had told me it was a nasty, bad thing to do. I had managed to suppress most of my horndog desires by throwing myself into my school work. Dutch continued to play with me and I suddenly decided I had to stop him. I pushed his hand away and crawled out of bed. I left his bedroom and went downstairs. I stood by a set of sliding glass doors looking out withonly the moonlight to brighten things. I heard Dutch come down the stairs. "What's wrong, Kevin?" he asked. I just shrugged my shoulders. "Didn't you like what I was doing?" he asked me. I was floored to realize he had been awake. He saw my surprise. "Yeah," he said "I knew what I was doing." He was still naked and his dick was still hard. He walked in front of me. "Are you gay?" I asked him. "I don't know," he answered. "Bi maybe. I like guys and girls. I've been with them both. When I saw you and your cock in the locker room shower I knew I had to have you." "What?" I asked. "Your cock is fucking gorgeous." He said. I was stunned. I had never thought my cock was anything out of the ordinary. Longer than most maybe, maybe even a bit thicker, but nothing special. Dutch squatted down in front of me and began to play with my cock through my pajama pants. I got hard instantly. He placed his mouth to my cock and licked it through the thin cotton material. He then pulled my pants down to my ankles and played with it, making it stretch to it's full hardness. "It's got to be at least ten inches," he said. "And thick as a fucking coke bottle." He began to suck it, gentle at first and then harder and harder. Whatever doubts I had suddenly went away. With one hand on the base of my cock, Dutch sucked me. He couldn't take it all the way, but damn it felt good. It took only a few minutes of him sucking me before I lost it. I began to moan and groan. "Come on, baby," he urged me on. "Give me your cum." So I did. I grabbed the sides of his head and let it all go. Shot after shot of my cum erupted from my cock and he did his best to drink it all. But he couldn't. Cum leaked from his mouth and I continued to spurt it. When I was done my legs felt numb and I had to lay down right there. Dutch crawled up next to me and snuggled up against me. I wrapped my arms around him and held his warm body to mine. We fell asleep like that. We slept for a few hours. When I woke up Dutch was again sucking my cock. I was hard again. "Will you fuck me?" he asked, almost begging. He told me it wouldn't mean I was a queer or anything, he just had to have my huge cock up his ass. I said yes for different reasons. I did want to try it to see how it felt, but I also cared about Dutch a great deal. I didn't know if it was love at that time, but he had given me friendship where others hadn't. If all he wanted from me was my cock, then that was what I was going to give him. He was thrilled when I said I would fuck him. He told me I would have to go slow because he hadn't been fucked by such a big cock before. He grabbed some lotion and squeezed a bunch on his hand and worked it into his asshole. He then told me to lube up my cock and I did. He got on his hands and knees. I got behind him and placed my cock on the outside of his hole. I pushed in as he pushed out and my thick head popped in. "OHHH, shit," he moaned. I stayed there for several minutes before he told me to slide in some more. I slowly slid in inch by inch until I was all the way in him. Then I didn't move. I waited for him to let me know. He started to thrust his hips and I knew he was ready to take it. I began to slide in and out. His tight ass felt so fucking good. I had nothing to compare it too, but I knew there couldn't be anything better than that. "Oh, yeah," Dutch moaned "Fuck me. Fuck me with that big dick." "You like my cock up your ass, don't you?" I asked him. "Oh, yeah," he answered. "I fuckin' love it. Stretch my ass. Fuck me hard." And I did. I fucked him hard. I slammed into him for some time before he told me he wanted to switch positions. I pulled out of his ass and he flipped over to his stomach. I lifted his legs into the air and slid into him again. I started fucking him again, urged on by his moans and groans. He began jacking his cock and that turned me on even more. "Yeah, baby," I said. "I want to see you cum while I'm fucking you." He began to really jack off. After a few minutes he began to moan and groan that he was gonna cum. And cum he did. His juice erupted from his cock and shot all over. It hit him in his face, his chest and my face. The feeling of his orgasm and the tightening of his ass over my cock as he came sent me over the edge. I came again, shooting my sperm deep in his ass. When I was done I collapsed on top of him. He lifted my head and pulled my face to his face. We kissed deeply and his tongue invaded my mouth. I knew then I was totally in love with him.
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