When I was a teenager, my parents built a new house in what was known as the Broughton Community. It was the ancestral home of my mother's relatives. I had been in and around it all my life, but now, I would be living in the heart of it. I did not have a driver's license yet, but I did own a motor scooter and had a license for it. I was up and down the road all the time during the building of the house.
One of the main things that had to be done was to get a well dug, as there was no such thing as city or county water in such a rural setting. My dad hired a man whose name was Horace that lived out the road from where the house was being built to do the digging. Also, my dad hired a young boy who lived not too far away to help.
This young guy's name was James and I do not think that he went to school. I liked him from the very beginning and we became good friends. As soon as school was out everyday and I got home, I was on the scooter and up the road to the building site.
It was during late August and was still very hot. James and Horace would both have their shirts off and would be sweating up a storm. The water would pore down their chests into their pants and leave large wet stains as though they had wet on themselves.
Now Horace was a much older man and I was not very interested in him, but James was another story. He was tall and lean, and had sandy blond hair and blue eyes. We talked a lot and I would stop at Mr. Mitchum's store and buy him a coke on my way up to the house in the afternoons. He looked forward to this and I did too. The diggers would work until about 5:00 pm in the afternoon and then knockoff for the day. I would take James home on the scooter. One of the first things that I noticed was that he would put his arms and hands around my waist to hold on securely, rather than holding to the safety bars.
Now I did not mind this at all. On the contrary, I liked it very much. There was a connection between us from the very beginning. We would talk and finally I would have to go as it would be getting late and my parents did not like me riding the scooter after dark.
During early September the well was finished, but I still rode up to the new house everyday to see how the construction was going on. I always rode on to James's house for my afternoon chat with him. As I said, I did not think that he went to school, so he was rarely not ever there.
Summer burned its way into fall and the house was finished about mid-October. We moved into it on a Wednesday. My dad had gotten James to help with the moving. By the weekend everything was in order and it was time to settle down to living in the house. I loved it from the start. By this time I had gotten my driver's license and went to school everyday in my dad's car.
Both my dad and my mom worked, and my mom would already be gone to work when I got home from school. My dad would leave for his work about eight every night and I would be alone until my mom came in about 10:30 at night. I would usually lie on the sofa and read or watch TV until she came. It was not yet very cold at night and I would leave the front door open and lock the screen.
One night about 9:00 I heard someone walk up the front steps on the porch and knock. I got up and went to the door and there stood James. I opened the screen and let him in. We had already been horsing around and I grabbed him around the neck and pretended to throw him down. Instead, he caught me in one of his wrestling hold and turned the trick.
I was glad to see him as I was not going out to his house as often as I had been. We sat down on the sofa and it was not very long until I noticed a very large bulge in his pants. I glanced at it at first and then, I guess, I just sat there and stared at it. He noticed me watching and just reached in his pants and pulled out one of the largest uncut cocks that I have ever see. He told me to put my hand on it and I did. It was long and the skin was warm and silky feeling. The hood of this cock would slide back and forth over the head , and there was wetness covering the head. Pre-come oozed out into the folds of his foreskin.
Now I guess, that I must point out at this point in my story, that I already had some experience with boys. I had several cousins that I had messed around with. One of them named Michael, had already taught me how to take a cock as deep in my mouth as possible and also to lie on my back and take his huge cock. Southern boys learn how to have sex at a very young age with male cousins, although they may grow up to get married and have children. It is a rite of passage.
James was lean and sinewy, the blood vessels stood out on his arms and hands. He had huge hands and he could grip heavy loads like the dirt that they drew up in large buckets when digging the well. I had already noticed all of this, and as we sat on the sofa, I took it all in again. He only had on a T shirt because it was not all that cold yet. He also walked about a mile or more to get to the house that night. I realize now that he had planned to come that night and worked out the time to coincide when my dad had left for work.
He was sitting on my right. He leaned over and took his left arm and placed his hand at the base of my neck and pulled me over onto his cock. I didn't try to resist. In fact, I had wanted this ever since I had met him during the summer. His hand maneuvered my head right on to his cock head. I took it into my mouth and tasted the wetness. It had a salty taste. I began to lick it with my tongue. I could hear him moan softly. I went to work on that big head for all that I was worth.
His pre-cum flowed into my mouth like a water leak in a pipe. It was great, and I couldn't get enough. I worked on him for about 15 to 20 minutes. Finally, he stood up and took me by the arm and started walking me down the hall to my bedroom. I had locked the front door when he came in, so I was not afraid anyone would come in on us.
When we got tot the door of the room, he stopped and pulled me close to him. I could feel the heat from his body, and his breath was short and sporadic. I hadn't experience true passion like this before. My experiences with my cousins was short and to the point. We just wanted to get our nut, and then we got up and went on our way. It was a very non-verbal thing, a communication that only the two of us were experiencing. I think to this day that I have never wanted another man as much as I wanted him at that moment.
He pulled his shirt over his head, and reached and pulled mine off as well. We went into the room and he sat down on the edge of the bed and removed his heavy boots. His hand went to his waist and undone his pants. They fell around his ankles. He was not wearing any underwear. His huge, blood engorged, cock waved like a banner in the wind.
I had never seen a body as magnificent as his. It was like he was chiseled out of stone, not all the muscles and indentions that you see in models, but a truly beautiful, natural, and un-cosmetic body. I just stood and looked at him. I was in as much awe as I had ever been before or since. I don't know if my mouth or facial expression was too much, but I heard him chuckle as I took him all in.
He pulled off my pants and underwear and moved me onto the bed. I was putty in his hands. He lay down on top of me. The weight of his body was tremendous. I turned my head to the right and his fell on my neck to the left. He ran his tongue around my throat, around my ears, along the side of my face. He kissed me softly on the mouth, not heavily.
His legs quickly pushed open my legs, so that I was almost open and ready for him. He rubbed his huge cock between my legs, his pre-cum wetting me on my dick, my balls, and between my legs. He took his cock in his right hand and ran the swollen head of it around and over my rosebud.
I could hardly breath. The weight of his body, the heat coming from him, and my own excitement were more stimuli than I had ever experienced. Sweat was poring off both our bodies, the sheets on the bed were drenched. I felt the pressure of the bulbous head press against my opening. He pushed gently. At first there was little pain. Then, as the head reached my sphincter, the pain became intense. I must have cried out, because he withdrew it back to the point of its origin. He whispered in my ear soft shushing noises until I relaxed again.
Again the head pushed inward. This time the pain was a little less intense. He used a steady hip action, pushing forward, then withdrawing. Soon, I felt his swollen, throbbing cock begin to slide into me. His pre-cum was all the lube needed, his flow being bountiful. Again, I could hardly breath, the excitement of the act, the size of him, and the not so uncomfortable fullness of him inside me.
We both relaxed for a few seconds, and then he began his steady rhythm of entering and withdrawing. We both became lost in the pleasure, the sensation, the closeness. I really don't know how long the act continued. All I know is that it seemed like and eternity of pleasure, I felt him tense. He moaned, long and softly. I felt the pressure of his release as his load rushed out into me. I could feel the leak of his load coming out around his still swollen cock. It ran down the cheeks of my ass and pooled on the bed.
He fell onto me. The weight of him and the heat of both our bodies succumbing to the aftermath of pleasure. We lay like that for several minutes, me running my hand over his back, up his sides, and cupping his firm, round buttocks. He began his withdrawal. The full brunt of his load rushed out of me like an enema. It wet me all over, the sheet was drenched.
He lay over to my side still not speaking. We lay like that for several more minutes. He got up and pulled on his pants, with me offering to get him a clean cloth to clean himself with. He just shook his head and told me that he had to be going. I wiped my still flowing hole with the sheet., then walked him to the door. He turned and looked at me, not saying a word. That look became very familiar. He would return many more nights.
He was not gone over ten minutes until my mom came up in the driveway. During that time, I pulled the cum drenched sheet off my bed and stuffed it into a paper sack, that I threw out the window the next morning on my way to school. My best friend, Frank, who was also into the know about other boys, told me that I was walking like I had a cobb up my ass. If he only knew!
The thing that I found most strange was that when he visited, there was hardly any conversation. We just got down to the act without pretense. The passion, the pleasure, the intenseness of it, was all that seemed to matter. After the cold of winter set in, he would sometimes drive his dad's car out to the house out night. We would have our time and then he would leave.
The next summer, he took a job with a crew laying a pipeline through the county. He followed it and worked with it for a long time. Sometimes he came home for holidays and we would get together. Still not much conversation, but a lot of pure, unadulterated sex.