Hey, guys ... okay... so there was another "delay" in this series ... Apparently I had "lost my roll".
Now if you are in here at this epidsode level, you must have decided to be here, and the route in is pretty darned clear as to what's in here... but ... If it is not allowed where you live, or you are too young, please click on that upper right "X" and leave now.
Otherwise, I hope you enjoy ...
True Beginnings #7: New trips into the woods ...
a story by CNJShore9
In the previous few episodes I mentioned that I had stayed away from any anal sex for a bit more than two years after my shower room `initiation' at the pool, but was eventually re-introduced to it by the sheriff's son (in Chap 4).
I still stayed away from it for nearly another year mainly because I knew there had to be a difference between Pat's little 4-inch cocklet' and the rest of the full-grown 6-inchers that I could see in the PE shower room. And, I must say, by 10th grade, it was getting more and more difficult to not show' my appreciation of a really nice big, hot cock!!!
Then ... one day ... the totally unexpected happened.
There was one of the junior varsity offensive tackles (American high-school football to you guys in the UK) that lived about 3 doors up the street from me. He wasn't really nice looking' or handsome'...he had a nose that looked like a prize-fighter...it was large and really `hooked' at the middle like it must have been broken a few times -- but he was damned masculine and big and wide-shouldered...and..yes... hot as hell !!!! ...and that bulge in his jeans was, as they say, "to drool over" !!!
I had come home (right up the street) from school, carrying an armload of books, as I always did. C'mon... the teachers leaving school drove past me...and I gave them the `façade' they wanted to see. As I came in the front door of my house, I dropped the books on the table by the door, where I would pick them up, untouched, the next morning.
As it was, I was what they now call a "latch key" kid -- except I didn't have a key -- we didn't lock doors there and then, and I didn't know any different then. Both my parents worked, and my older sister, although she was still living at home, was off somewhere, as usual. Yeah, she was a big ass senior', while I was just a lowly sophomore'. ..and since this is a `gay' story site... I won't tell about the times I fucked her best friend!!! The one that drank beer from quart bottles and smoked cigars!!! ...and no, it wasn't a guy.. her name was Sandra!!! (Yes, I've tried it all...)
..anyway... I went into the kitchen and grabbed some soda and headed back to my bedroom.
I don't know why, that day, I decided to just strip down to my white jockey briefs and flop down on my bed. As I was lying there, periodically reaching down into my shorts and rubbing my balls and cock, I heard someone knock on the front door.
"That's odd," I thought. "Why aren't they ringing the doorbell?"
About that time the doorbell rang.
"Awww, fuck!" was probably my next thought.
Getting up off my bed and shuffling sock-footed to the front door, I hid behind it as I opened it, craning my neck to see around and who/what was there.
"Hey," he said as I incredulously focused on the hot stud from up the street.
My mind just ceased to work!
"I heard you have a typewriter," he continued.
[to those of you under 40 ... that was a `pre-historic', manual, mechanical machine for doing writing without MSWord. It didn't even have spell-check!!]
"Unnnhhhh... Yeahhhh..." I muttered.
"Great!" he responded as he smiled -- and even looked friendly!!!
"I have this story I would like you to make a copy of... with a couple `carbons'.."
[to those of you under 30 ... that was how we made copies back then !!!]
Somehow pulling myself together and coming to the fore I responded, "Sure!"
..then I opened the door and let him come inside.
There I was, in my briefs... and there he was in his tight, fully-packed, jeans and a t-shirt. I nearly fell down as he passed. I don't think I really smelled him, but I know there were more pheromones than oxygen in the air.
"Back here," I managed to squeeze out through a non-working mouth and throat -- like he didn't know the layout of the house -- it was identical to his! ...and I led him down the hall to my bedroom.
Not saying anything for a minute, I sat down at my desk and pulled my little Royal portable forward. "What'cha got?" I finally asked.
"Here," he said as he handed me a couple of printed pages.
As I took the pages and looked at them, I saw the title in upper-case, bold, lettering -- "Flo and Her Dog".
I put it down on my desk and grabbed 4 sheets of white bond and a 3 sheets of carbon paper and put them into the typewriter... and started to type. "I'm making an extra copy for me," I said.
As I read the story (and typed a copy), it turned out to be something about a lady that had a big dog, and one day, when she was about to get in the shower, she heard sirens and, being naked, crawled to her front window to see what was going on (a fire across the street)... and pretty soon the dog was behind her bare ass and pussy, sniffing and licking.. and pretty soon had `mounted' her. ...anyway.. seems she and the dog got into this on a regular basis.. and even a friend of hers got involved..
As things do happen... I was getting hard reading/typing the story...and the hot jock behind me was getting the same way. Next thing I knew, he had his hard crotch against the back of my neck .. and ... well... as they say ... "the rest is history".
When he rubbed his hard cock against the back of my neck, I went into overdrive. I typed as fast as I could and finished copying the story.. then I turned and just grabbed a big handful (and he did have a `big handful' of a good 6+ inches)... and then I stood up and drug him over to my bed.
I don't know why I thought I'd get by with it ... after all... he was a major jock.. but it worked !!!!!!
Next thing I knew we were on my bed and both pulling off our clothes.
I had never actually had a guy in my bed -- especially a big, muscled, jock, who was as naked as I was!!!
Then I focused on his cock. It was at least 6", maybe a bit more...hard as a flagpole and with a wide, blunt, helmet head, and his balls matched the rest of it. By then, I was also nearly 6", but a bit narrower, and my head was more mushroom, or bullet, headed.
I couldn't resist it. I straddled his hips and put our cocks together and started to stroke them together ... his response was to lie back further and lift his ass off the mattress to make his cock more accessible.
"Shit!" he muttered, as I was stroking them. ...and, somehow, I got the feeling that he was liking it nearly as much as I was.
I don't know why, but I had an overwhelming urge to back off and bend over and take that immense, throbbing rod into my mouth. But about that time, he dripped a bit of shiny, clear liquid through his slit and I got sort of grossed out by that, so I didn't do what I really wanted to. (of course, now, that's my favorite appetizer!)
Then, suddenly, he arched his back, his legs stiffened, he almost screeched ... "awwwwwwww... Fucckkkkkkk!!!!!" ...and next thing I knew he was shooting a load, the like of which I had never seen before !!! It had to have gone a good 3 feet into the air before it arched back down and splattered on him. By the end -- about 5 or 6 spurts, his whole chest and stomach were covered in spooge!!! It was now just flowing out over his cockhead and my hand and a bit onto my own cockhead.
I slowly stroked his now deflating cock until I had milked the last drop. I don't know how I knew to do that, but I guess, there is a built-in instinct. Then I scooped up a hand- full of his cum and used it as lube as I then jerked myself off and added my load to his. Holy shit!! Was he a mess !!!! But he just lay there totally unmoving.
I didn't know what to do ... I was totally thunderstruck... but I suddenly got enough sense to crawl off and say "just a minute, let me get a wet towel" as I headed across the hall to the bathroom. I quickly turned on the hot water to get warm as I grabbed a face towel and wet it, then went back to the bedroom and cleaned him off. He still hadn't moved or made a sound.
He just lay there for a few more minutes until he had recovered enough to speak.
"Hey...that was great!" he said, like one might remark about a nice golf shot! His tone was totally nonchalant. Enough so that at first I was scared shitless.
"But I gotta get home...and ... you're keeping a copy of the story?" he continued.
"Yes," I said, a bit hesitantly.
"Okay," he responded, as he got up and got dressed.
"That was amazing!" he offered as he took the story and his copies and started to leave. Turning back to me, him hesitantly now, "Do you mind if I come back?" he asked.
"Holy shit!" was all I could think. "Does he really think I'd mind???"
"Any time!" I said.
Well...I guessed...my `cover' is blown now... it's gonna be all over school by tomorrow afternoon, and I'm going to be a total goner. They are going to brand the scarlet "Q" on my forehead and I'm doomed for the rest of my time here.
But, surprisingly, it wasn't. Luckily, he was one of those that didn't "kiss and tell"...besides, he had his needs taken care of ... and over the next few years... I met more than one of his teammates -- and other team`s jocks who also like a bit of cock but weren't gonna talk.
Let's just say that my high school years were full of fun, cocks, and lots and lots of cum.
And that is really the end of my `rural' stories .. so .. try "young friends" next time, but look for "true beginnings -- II" there for the continuation...
To you young gay guys that feel comfortable with your sexuality ... bless you !!! I wish we could have done the same. It was another "age" ... but I also say ... because of the choices that I made (had to make?) I have three wonderful children and nine grandchildren that I wouldn't give up in any circumstance. So .. think about it... and make sure your choices are `informed'.
Hope you enjoyed this story ... if you did, let me know CNJShore9@aol.com .. if you didn't... feel free to tell me why, as well. I am open to `constructive criticism'. And I really will try to get back to you.