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CHAPTER VI
Will and Andrew's morning was cut short by a knock at the door. Andrew, frustrated, went to answer the door and discovered that it was Will's brother who had heard that he stayed there and was there to let Will know he was needed on the farm. Andrew was reminded again by what a small town he lived in and just how fast news can travel.
After Will left, he spent the rest of the day puttering around the house and thinking about the events of the last 24 hours. He knew he had to get out of the house, and so around 6:00 p.m. he decided to head over to the town YMCA to work out on the free weights. After an intense workout, he hit the showers.
As he stood in the shower room, letting the warmth of the water envelope his body, his mind began to wander.
Andrew loved his own cock. He loved it, but he didn't know what he loved most about it. Was it the length and hefty girth? Well, maybe, but he supposed that there were lots of men around town with nine inch cocks. Really, it seemed to come down to two things as he stood in the shower staring down at his impressive package -- it was either the enormous, flaring mushroom head that crowned his long cock, or it was the beautiful, snug, generous foreskin that covered the head and came to a pouty, puckered rosebud overhang.
His cockhead truly was magnificent. I was like a plum sized pendulum that weighted his dick and made it swing to and fro as Andrew walked naked around his house. It was smooth and looked full and plump even when he was soft. Though usually covered by his long foreskin when flaccid, it had a deep purple hue, and a wide, flaring edge that gave it the perfect mushroom helmeted appearance. It was soft and supple, and he could fit both of his thumbs across the top of it and gently stroke it in tiny circles to get himself hard. When he was hard, its normal deep purple would intensify, grow, and become an engorged purple-red, which seemed to be nestled in the tender white folds of foreskin bunched behind it. On the tip, his piss slit was wide, and when he squeezed his cockhead, the pursed lips opened to form a little gaping mouth, ready to spurt a heavy stream of piss or ropes after rope of thick cum.
But for all the glory of his big mushroom head, Andrew finally supposed that he loved his foreskin most of all. It was smooth, and like the rest of his dick, creamy white. As a child, he didn't think anything of it, and didn't realize that he wasn't like other boys.
Andrew's family wasn't prudish about male nudity and they didn't seem to mind if he sauntered back to the house from his favorite swimming hole naked. He would frequently see his brothers and father naked, either swimming or hosing themselves down with cool water after a long day doing farm work, and each of them had foreskins like him. It seemed to be a family trait for the Fairbanks men to have long, pendulous foreskins which whipped and wiggled as they walked. For that matter, being well hung seemed to be family trait too. He remembered comparing his semi-hard dick with his brother's. They stood face to face and his brother placed his dick in Andrew's hand next to his own. He could remember how heavy they felt and how warm his brother's dick was next to his. He remembered his brother's hairy bush, and how the nozzle tip of his foreskin laid into that manly patch of hair. He barely had any pubic hair at the time, and he noticed how one of his few blond strands was caught inside his brother's foreskin. His brother's magnificent dick was bigger, since he was older, but Andrew thought that these days he might be bigger. His dick started to stiffen as he thought about that day and his brother's dick.
His thoughts turned to the time when he knew he was different. He recalled finishing up gym class in the seventh grade, and having to take showers with the other boys. Now, Andrew had certainly had other buddies over to stay at his family's farm and they had swum and sometimes slept together naked, but as pre-teen boys, they really didn't think much of each other's bodies. But now that Andrew had started to develop and the meat which hung between his legs began to grow larger seemingly by the day, he noticed his own dick and he was curious about others. As he and the other boys stripped and walked toward the shower room, he noticed that multiple boys were staring. Looking around back at them, he could tell why. He seemed to be the only guy that was uncut, and since he was soft, his foreskin hung well over the head of his dick. He was also incredibly large for his age. Andrew saw how all the other boys had little dicks, with barely any or no pubic hair, which seemed to stick straight out from their abdomen and bob as they walked. Not Andrew's though. His swing left and right as he walked, slapping his thighs -- left - right -- left - right. At the tip, his foreskin whipped with every change in direction, and it made Andrew think of how you jiggle a worm in front of fish to catch their attention. He certainly had all his classmates' attention. Far from being self-conscious, he knew that he was different, but that they envied him, and that led to a confidence which made nearly all of them admire him.
As Andrew continued to think about that day in the shower when he was first able to show off his dick, he grew harder and harder. He loved to be watched and to have other men lust after him. Now, as a handsome young lawyer, he knew that he had even more to offer. He grabbed the soap, bent down and picked up his feet, washing each toe. He washed his way up his muscular calves and thighs, and spread his ass cheeks to soap up his tight, pink little rosebud. While he loved his own dick, he knew he had quite an ass too. It was just the right mix of muscle and fat. It was perky and muscular from years of doing farm labor and lifting with his thighs. But it wasn't hard and sinewy. It was a perfect bubble butt, with a little jiggle. It felt good to spread it, and to explore that secret place on his body with his soapy fingers.
"I'll come back to that," he thought, as he continued washing his lower back, his torso, and underneath his hairy armpits.
His chest was well developed with a light covering of blonde brown chest hair -- somewhat darker than the very blonde pubic hair which was nestled at the base of his cock. He had small areolas, but rather perky nipples. From looking at them you might think he was cold even on a hot day.
He washed his smooth biceps and upper arms, and his tanned forearms covered with almost platinum blonde hair.
Finally, he washed his face. One of his history professors at Carolina once told him he resembled Antinous, the lover of Emperor Hadrian. His blue eyes were squeezed shut as he worked the soapy water into his pores, but when he opened them again, he revealed the icy blue eyes for which is family was known -- their other distinctive trait was less known to the general public!
His body now ached for him to finish what he started. He soaped up his left index finger once again, spread his ass cheeks with his right hand and used his finger to gently trace the circumference of his tight hole. He made himself quiver at his own touch. He knew he needed to get off and he knew that he needed to feel something inside of him. So, he gently probed his finger inside his tight hole. Pushing once, and relaxing. Pushing again further, and relaxing. Slowly increasing the speed with which he pushed his finger deeper and deeper inside his anxious, accepting hole.
He looked down toward his cock. As he held his cheeks apart with one hand and fingered himself with the other, the tip of his huge cockhead pulsed with each insertion. It was still covered by his ample foreskin, and the puckered tip now was oozing streams of crystal clear precum. With each pulse of his cockhead and the contraction of his muscles, another bead of precum would flow down toward the shower drain. Soon, an oozing strand of precum reached all the way from his dick to the floor, and it continued to flow.
Now, with his left index finger deep between his meaty ass cheeks, he decided he needed his right hand for other work. He gently wrapped his entire palm around the bulbous knob of his cock, and began to massage it through his foreskin with his thumb. He could feel how slick and easily his foreskin moved about his cockhead because of all the precum which had first filled up his foreskin before streaming to the floor. The movement of his cock caused the thread of precum to swing around and finally land against his muscular, blonde, tanned thighs.
His dick demanded more. He grabbed the tip of his foreskin, but his hand slipped. Andrew grabbed it again, and this time he used his fingers as pincers, pulling it and stretching it as far as it would go. He loved to see how long he could stretch it and then let it go and see how long it would hang past the tip of his dick. But not this time. His dick almost seemed to be in competition with his foreskin. For as long as he could stretch it, it turned him on so much that his dick seemed to swell that much more and his cock seemed to grow that much longer. So, he let his foreskin go, and with almost a snap, it quickly retracted behind the shiny red mushroom head.
And now for his greatest ability! Andrew took his left hand away from his ass and grabbed the back of his left leg. He also took his right hand away from his dick and let it swing free as he grabbed is right leg. Then, with one smooth movement, he bent over and opened his mouth as wide as he could. He could just barely fit the entire mushroom head of his dick his mouth.
It felt amazing. It was hard to describe the pleasure of enjoying one part of his body in two places. He felt the wet folds of his foreskin on his lips, and circled his tongue around the massive, tender, plump cockhead in his mouth. He could actually feel the precum leaking on to the back of his tongue. When he tasted it, it was even better. It tasted ever so slightly salty, but warm and pleasant. He contracted his muscles and flared his cockhead just to feel it fill up the space of his mouth even more. But the sensations weren't all in his mouth. In his dick, he felt the warmth of his own mouth and the gentleness of his own tongue. When he flared his cockhead, he felt the pleasing squeeze of a cozy, inviting place for his cock.
So, he started to suck himself. It wasn't enough to have the head of his cock in his own mouth, Andrew wanted -- needed -- to taste his own cum right now. The gentle suction which came just from moving his tongue along the top of his dick was amazing. But he also loved to have his foreskin sucked, so he pulled out just a bit and used his own lips to unrestrain his foreskin from behind his cockhead, letting it quickly slip back over the mushroom to form a delicious little tip which was just waiting to be sucked. So, that is what he did. He nursed on the tip of his foreskin as if he were a baby needing what was inside. He gently held his foreskin tip in his teeth, and ever so tenderly stretched it out as far as it would go, only to gobble it back up and put his whole cockhead back inside his mouth.
Once again, he used his lips to push back his foreskin and reveal the massive head underneath, and then began sucking himself, bobbing his head in a steady rhythm.
Without controlling it, he felt the muscles in his abdomen begin to tighten and the head of his cock flared to new, enormous proportions. Then, without warning, there was a warm sticky flood of cum which flowed down his throat and filled his mouth. He could not contain it, and so it leaked out the corners of his mouth and he swallowed it, and swallowed again, and again.
He straightened himself up, with cum still dripping from the corners of his mouth, and enjoyed the sound of his dick made as it plopped out of his mouth and then rested its heavy bob between his legs. It continued to stream residual cum as it flopped around between his thighs.
He could barely think straight. He was sure it was a combination of bending over for that long combined with a really intense orgasm, but either way, it felt amazing.
But, despite his cloudy mind, he knew one thing for sure. He had been watched. In fact, he knew he had been watched since he first sprang a hard-on thinking about comparing cocks with his brother, but he didn't mind. In fact, he probably might have just jerked off if he was alone, but since he knew he was putting on a show, he wanted it to be a good one! And besides, he loved the taste of his own cock.
So, with his dick still half hard and lazily swinging in front of his body, as if being pulled by the pucker of his foreskin, Andrew left the shower room, grabbed his towel, and headed toward his locker. He knew that he should probably be more discreet, but it was late in the day so almost nobody was at the YMCA at this hour, and he had a pretty good idea of who had been taking in his show.
As he turned the corner, he saw that he was right. There was Will Simpson. On the bench next to his locker, white terrycloth towel wrapped around his waist, sitting with his legs spread wide in a very manly fashion. He was leaned over with his elbows on his knees trying, in vain, to cover up the fact that he had a massive erection.
"Well, hey there," said Andrew with a coy grin.
"Hey yourself," said Will.
"So have you been here long?"
"No," Will lied with a grin, "I just got here."
"Well, from where I'm standing, it looks like you haven't even `come' here yet," joked Andrew with a wide grin and raised eyebrows.
Will laughed. "Well, maybe I haven't, but you sure have! I wish I knew how to do that!"
They both stared into each other's eyes for a moment before Andrew spoke up.
"There's no need for you to learn how to do it for yourself when there's someone who wants to do it for you."
To Be Continued