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The Theory of Fingers
By Simon Peter
Rick was eyeing this guy with a lot of interest. The guy was probably in his mid-twenties, taller than Rick, perhaps 5 feet 11 inches or even 6 feet. He looked slim and fit in tight jeans and a polo shirt. He had short crew cut hair, thick eye brows, a somewhat large nose, full male lips, and a chin with a dimple. Rick's scrutiny had been drawn some five minutes ago upon hearing this guy's rich laugh.
Someone must have told a joke, and the guy's laugh was very sexy.
Rick had just turned 19, and he knew he was attracted to males ever since he reached puberty at the age of 12 when he started to jerk off, initiated by the then his 13-year-old cousin. He was more excited at watching his cousin work his dick and ejaculate than by his own masturbating. When he did it alone, there was always the vision of his cousin's cock, and the desire of holding it and jerking it for his cousin.
But he never dared to do that in real.
Up till now, he had never experienced sex-neither with another male nor with a female. Rick did not consider himself as the hottest guy around. He stood at 5 feet 6 inches tall and was a bit stocky. His eyeglasses gave him a nerdish look which invariably kept girls away and made him the butt of many jokes by his so-called male friends. The fact still remained that Rick had never been laid.
The guy that Rick was studying with such interest was way beyond his league, Rick thought with some sadness. But for the first time, he was attracted to another male with such intensity of desire. There was an inexplicable attraction, magnetic, forceful. Rick glanced down the guy's body, and his heart reacted with speeding beats. The guy's bulge was pronounced, not in a vulgar way, but it was quite visible, even from this distance, even in profile. Rick visualized what magnificent equipment would be inside that bulge, and he felt, somewhat to his embarrassment, his own dick shudder.
However, Rick's cock made up for his sorry looks. When erect, it grew to an impressive 8-inch thick member, cut and mushroomed, angling up, with low-hanging balls. Not that this was going to help him get laid. He couldn't walk around impressing people with his monster, could he? Rick bit down hard on his lower lip, his eyes glued on the sexy guy feet away from him.
Now that he started to get hard, Rick finally and with a heave of regret, quit his scrutiny and lustful thoughts and his eyes wandered around the room. He needed to control himself. They were at a small party given by a friend. The reason he was invited was mainly because he played the piano and this friend, not very close, told Rick's older brother to bring Rick along, for entertainment. Damn, why not for his large equipment?
"Rick," he heard his brother calling him. "How about hitting those keys?"
Rick instinctively glanced at the guy he had been studying to notice that he was watching him, too.
Rick's heart skipped a beat, but he quickly averted his eyes and proceeded to the piano. He started with a couple of old favorites, "Moon River" and "Summertime," and people started to approach and join in singing. Rick is usually very comfortable when he plays the piano, but tonight he was nervous.
His fingers couldn't find the piano keys as easily as they usually do. It got worse when the sexy guy he was interested in joined the small crowd next to the piano. He didn't join the singers, but he kept staring at Rick.
Rick was getting more nervous under the stare of this man. He endured playing a couple more tunes and stopped. There was clapping of appreciation. But the guy didn't clap. He just stared at Rick.
Excusing himself, Rick proceeded to the bathroom on wobbly legs. He felt weak. He didn't need to piss, but he needed space to breathe: to try to understand the extreme sensations going through his body.
There were knocks on the bathroom door, and Rick had to come out. He decided that he should leave and go home, but when he opened the door, there was the guy, blocking the corridor, with a smile and a drink in his hand.
"That was some very nice piano playing," he said.
Rick was about to faint. The voice was a deep bass. The smile was sincere. And the guy was hot as hell.
Not looking up, with a trembling voice, he mumbled a thank you.
"I'm Trevor. And I play a little piano myself. But you are much better."
Trevor extended his hand for a shake. What he got from Rick was a shaking shake. Rick felt tremors stream throughout his body at the touch. This was ridiculous, Rick was thinking. Why was he so nervous? Trevor was just another guy. Ok, Trevor was hot, but it wasn't that Rick was wandering around picking hot men. Or was it that Trevor was picking him up? Rick chided himself for being so foolish. Trevor looked and acted like a man's man. Trevor could not be interested in him. Trevor could not be gay. And if he were gay, what was it that would attract him to Rick?
Collecting himself, his hand still held by Trevor, he raised his head and looked at Trevor. "Nice of you to say that. Glad to meet you ah... Trevor. I'm Rick."
"I know," Trevor laughed. "I asked."
"You did?" Rick raised his eyebrows. Trevor was interested. He had asked about his name. Why? He pulled his hand from Trevor's, but he couldn't make himself move away. Nor could he control his shaking body.
"Yes. I did. Is that a problem?"
"Oh, no," Rick stammered.
"May I have a closer look at your fingers, Rick?"
Oh, man! What? Why? Rick automatically extended his hand. Trevor took it and studied the fingers.
"Oh, yea, slim and long. Just as I expected." Trevor's soft hold on Rick's hand was masculine but caressing at the same time.
"I just noticed," Trevor added. "Your index finger is shorter than the ring finger."
Rick looked down. Yes. That was true. Was that a disability? Would that affect his piano playing in any way?
"Oh?" Rick said, looking back at Trevor.
Trevor smiled. "I once read that if your index finger is shorter than your ring finger, it's an indication of ... of... you could tell the... the... size of, you know, of the penis." Trevor was actually stammering, but the smile didn't leave his face.
Rick was flabbergasted. Was this guy examining the size of his penis? Why would that be of any interest to him. Oh, boy. Rick knew that he was "hung" in comparison with his cousin and with the porn he watched on his laptop. But he still didn't understand how his fingers showed the size of his dick. And, more importantly, how Trevor would be examining this, would be interested in this. He decided to play dumb.
"You mean to tell me that I have a small penis just by looking at my index finger?"
Trevor laughed again. "Oh, no, on the contrary, Rick. A shorter index finger indicates a longer penis.
Here, look at my fingers." Trevor extended his own hand, spreading his fingers. Rick noticed that Trevor's index and ring fingers were the same length. He looked up at Trevor quizzically.
"This means," Trevor explained in a hushed voice, "that my penis size is average, which is between 6 and 6.5 inches. Yours must be bigger."
What the hell? Trevor was discussing cock size with him. What was he driving at? Rick stopped himself from admitting to his big cock. Again playing dumb, he said, "You mean that mine is bigger than 6.5 inches?"
Trevor nodded. "I would love to put this theory to the test," he added. The smile had faded from his face to be replaced by a serious look.
Rick was at a total loss. The guy had just hit on him. Trevor wanted to see his dick. Was he serious? Oh, man, oh, man. What was Rick going to do? Never had he envisaged being in such a situation, where an older guy, a much sexier guy, would propose to look at his cock. He was aware of his body. Not appealing. What had Trevor seen in him? Trevor should be able to hook hot guys left and right with his killer physique. If Trevor were gay. Was Trevor gay?
"Well?" Rick heard Trevor from miles away. He shook himself back. Did Trevor want him to strip and show him? Or would he just be interested in a figure? Rick could easily just say 8 inches and be done with it. No. He screwed up enough courage.
"One way to find out, Trevor."
Trevor's smile widened. "Let's get out of here."
Rick walked into Trevor's apartment not knowing what to do. He could just drop his pants and pull out his cock. Or he could act nonchalant and wait for Trevor to make a move. On the way here, neither guy said much. Rick was lost in ten million questions and what-ifs. He had no idea what Trevor was thinking about. He kept glancing sideways at the beautiful profile of a sexy man. Beyond sexy. Super sexy.
Closing the door behind him, Trevor unabashedly reached out his hand and cupped Rick's crotch.
Rick took in a deep breath, still unsure what to do. Trevor was rubbing on his crotch, making him erect.
Not that it needed any coaxing. His cock immediately bulged. Trevor traced it through the fabric.
"Looks like my theory holds true. Rick, man, you have something quite nice in there."
"So?" Rick heard himself say lamely. Why couldn't he be more forward? Why couldn't he be more suave? So he was inexperienced. But he really was attracted to Trevor. He still couldn't comprehend the fact that such a hunk as Trevor was interested in him, sexually.
"So, Rick, I want you." Trevor leaned down and kissed Rick on the mouth. Rick's heart skipped a beat and the shudder that went through his body made him dizzy. He just couldn't figure out why Trevor was attracted to him.
"Trevor," he said in a shaking voice. "Why me?" This sounded stupid to ask, but Rick couldn't think of anything else to ask in order to alleviate his surprise at Trevor's interest.
Trevor laughed. "First, Rick, because you are you. Second, Rick, because I just want you."
"Do you always get what you want?" Rick asked.
The phone rang before Trevor could answer.
"Hey, buddy," Trevor spoke into his cell phone, eyeing Rick, who tried his best to act indifferent, but was shaking all over inside. "Yes. Well, sort of."
Rick could only hear Trevor's side of the conversation. "I don't know. No, no, it's my theory of fingers."
There was laughter. "Sure, but let me check." Trevor covered the mouthpiece and stared at Rick.
"This is a friend of mine, Norman. He would like to come over. Do you mind?"
Rick was at a total loss. He had thought that Trevor's interest in him was more than a simple checking on his dick size and the theory of fingers. This sounded like something totally different. He wondered whether Norman was Trevor's friend or his boyfriend. What was he going to lose? He felt himself shaking his head.
"Rick doesn't mind," Trevor went back to the phone. "Yea, ten minutes. Sure. Bring some beer."
Flicking the cell phone off, Trevor approached Rick, extending his hand to Rick's crotch, and feeling the cock inside. "Norman says that my theory of fingers is hair-brained. He is coming over to check. What do you think, Rick?"
"We can always check," Rick said, feeling his dick throb under Trevor's palm. "Scientifically," He added with a smile.
"Tell me something about you, Rick. We'll scientifically test my theory of fingers as soon as Norman gets here." Trevor moved into the living room and settled on the couch against the back wall, stretching his long legs forward. To Rick, Trevor looked extremely inviting and sexy. He noticed a bulge in Trevor's jeans. He was more than anxious to do something. He didn't trust his voice to hold a decent conversation. He fidgeted and was not really comfortable with the idea of Norman joining them. But Trevor had been calling the shots, and was lounging on the couch so sexily that Rick would in no way try to stop events from happening. Whatever, he decided.
In the ten minutes before Norman arrived with a six-pack of beer, Trevor and Rick talked about a variety of things, with Rick sitting in an armchair facing the couch where Trevor sat. Rick admitted to the fact that this was totally new to him, that he had never been with another guy, nor with a girl, for that matter, and that Rick had always felt that he was not attractive enough. His erection subsided, though.
On the other hand, Trevor made it a point to explain to Rick that Rick was quite hot, in spite of his physique. Trevor wanted to put Rick at ease, and gradually Rick's anxiety started to ease.
Norman, to Rick's pleasant surprise, was even more handsome than Trevor, if that was possible. Tall, slim, and with a killer smile, Norman walked into the apartment like a fresh breeze. He was immediately friendly and informal as if he had known Rick for ages.
"So," Norman said as he popped open a can of beer for each of them, sipping from his own. "We're testing your theory of fingers, aren't we, Trev?" His smile was wide.
"So far," Trevor said, "Rick here fits the theory. Check it out," he told Norman.
Norman reached down onto Rick's crotch and played his hand up and down, at the same time holding Rick's hand out and studying the fingers. He nodded his head. "Yup, feels impressive."
"Rick," Trevor said as he stood up and came over to where the two other guys were. "Why don't you show us?"
With trembling hands, Rick managed to undo his jeans and drop them. Next came the under shorts.
His dick hung over his balls, some 4 inches, limp.
"You can't tell from a soft dick," Norman commented. He reached for Rick's cock and fisted it, slowly pulling on it, feeling it harden. Rick moaned. A hot guy was stroking his dick. Unbelievable. His shaking and dizziness returned and he could barely stand on his feet, which were getting increasingly wobbly.
"Impressive," Norman said as he stroked the now-erecting penis. "Eight inches is my guess."
Trevor brought a measuring tape. Eight inches it was. Norman was undoing his pants. He was already hard and his cock barely reached 5 inches. Trevor was bigger but not much. His erect cock measured 6.2 inches. After examining the size of their fingers and matching it with the size of their erected dicks, the three guys decided that Trevor's theory of fingers held true. With that, Rick proceeded with pulling up his shorts and pants, but was stopped short when he was sandwiched between the two older, taller guys, pressing themselves and their erections onto him. Trevor was in front, his cock pressing on Rick's. Norman was behind him with his erection rubbing on Rick's fat butt cheeks. Trevor and Norman were working their lips and tongues along Rick's neck, their mouths meeting every now and then to kiss. Rick was held upright by the two embracing male hugs; otherwise, he knew that he would collapse on the floor if left to his own legs for support. He melted between them, like a rag doll, shaking with lust at the manhoods pressed on him and rubbing against his body.
The sex was amazing. Trevor and Norman alternated sucking Rick's cock, appreciating with the size and the girth. They slobbered on the head and the shaft, stroking each other's dicks. Norman was more avid to please Rick by working the cock from all sides, cupping the balls. Trevor was more into sucking on Rick's nipples that protruded from his chest like a young pre-adolescent girl. Rick moaned and moaned.
As he felt the build-up of semen in his balls, Rick closed his eyes and let go into Norman's mouth. His load was huge. He could faintly hear Norman coughing and gagging as the cum hit the back of his mouth. Rick unloaded some 7 or 8 thick squirts and Norman took it all. Trevor was rubbing his own cock along Rick's lips. The feeling was amazing and the flow of cum out of his cock increased. As he engulfed Trevor's cock between his lips, realizing that this was the first time he was tasting man cock, Rick felt drippings still oozing out of his dick as Norman slurped and licked. He didn't expect Trevor to shoot, so when he felt the hot liquid spurt in his mouth, Rick was caught by surprised. He tried to swallow, but gagged. Bravely, he kept sucking on the throbbing, squirting cock. The taste was strange, salty, thick.
Finally, Trevor slipped out of his mouth. He looked down at Norman who was still licking his still erect cock and balls. In amazement, he watched as Norman shot his load on the floor, his mouth gulping on the cum he had just taken.
The night was spent in bed. The three men, well, the two men and the boy, were insatiable. Trevor and Norman could not have enough of Rick's monster cock. Although at one time, Rick has Trevor's cock deep in his butt, it was invariable Rick's cock that was doing the plowing. Rick must have shot countless loads. So did the other two. Needless to say, none of them had much sleep.
On the way home, Rick felt ten feet tall. His groin tingled. His butt shouted with desire. All he thought about was the invitation back to Trevor's tonight. No Norman this time. Just Trevor. And Rick knew it was going to be heaven.