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The year before I graduated from high school, my mother and father
decided to move to a smaller community North of The City, San Francisco
of course.  Since I had been born and raised there, I did not want to
transfer to another school, in another town, to finish high school.
When they finally moved I had about 6 months of school to finish, we
asked some family friends who lived a few blocks away if they had any
room for me until school was over.  They had a son named Don who would
win all contests for All American boy jock.  He was a year or so older
than I, and we had grown up together, but of course, he had his older
friends and I was not in his immediate group of buddies.  I idolized
him,  I got hardons just looking at him.  Tall, wavy dark hair, well
groomed, always seemed to have a tan.  Clean complexion, never had any
zitz problems.  He played the lighter sports, tennis, basketball,
swimming, etc.  When I would see him in shorts or swimming suit, he was
an Adonis, smooth, clean, muscular body, broad shoulders, narrow waist,
and a large bulging crotch.  He had the pleasant personality of an
Apollo, he was refined, but all man/boy.  I had jacked off frequently,
thinking about making love to this exquisite hunk of man.  I dreamed
about all the ways we might enjoy sex together, and now I would be
staying with him for the next six months,  sleeping in the same room, I
had surges of adrenalin flow every time I thought about it.  Would I be
able contain myself, with him present.  How and were could I jack off
without offending him...?  I moved into his room, which was the rumpus
room, down stairs at the back of the house, with windows facing the
backyard.  It was a large room, with its own toilet and bathroom.  Such
exciting privacy can only be dreamed about.  We had twin beds on the
opposite wall facing the blank wall with the bathroom door off to the
right.  Don's bed was near to the windows, and mine near to the
entrance door from the basement and the bathroom door.  It was a bit
different to get used to rooming together, although I had been sharing
a room with my older brother all my life.  Don was an only boy in his
family, with an older and younger sister.  His mother and younger
sister had the upstairs, and his mother was like an aunt to me, so it
was really a comfortable family type situation.  Don and I quickly
relaxed as we got to know each other better, and we felt free to not be
so strictly modest in our habits.

I remember the first time Don came out of the steamy shower and came
into the bedroom naked, wet, standing in front of the beds slowing
drying himself off.  I was lying on the bed in my tee shirt and jockey
briefs.  I couldn't even talk to pass the time of day, or comment about
the weather...here was this Adonis, toweling his hair dry, with his
monster of an uncut cock swinging between his legs.  A beautiful crown
of dark brown hair started in a light upside down vee at his navel and
spread out to a thick bush and then veed down to nestle the base of his
cock.  His balls were almost without any hair at a distance.  His cock
was at least two inches across and hung about five or six inches down,
with the most beautiful large head, as big as the shaft, the base of it
flanging out beyond the shaft at least a quarter inch, sort of a blunt
lance.  I got an instant hardon, who wouldn't?

As Don finished drying his hair he brought the towel down over his back
and dried himself back and forth across the butt, sort of massaging
them, making his manhood swing back and forth striking his thighs.  I
couldn't keep my eyes off of his crotch, and I am sure he was looking
at me, but I didn't even look into his eyes.  He then reached between
his legs and pulled the towel up between to his crotch and worked the
towel back and forth drying his balls and perineum, making his genitals
roll back and forth and up and down.  He finished drying his legs by
lifting one foot at a time, and turning slightly to the side, showing
me not only his dangling phallus, but his buttocks as well, round,
firm, carried high and well defined.  Mouth watering, to say the least.

When Don finished drying his feet, he stood astride and dried off his
cock and pulled his foreskin hood over his cockhead, casually
retracting it a few times and pumping his cock, not in a sexual way,
but just to adjust it and make sure it was like he liked it.  While he
did this Don broke my fixed gaze and the heat, not ice in the room,
with, "Well it sure feels good to get a hot shower, doesn't it?"  I
looked at him and smiled, saying "It sure does!  Makes you feel clean
and fresh and sexy too!"  Don smiled a smile that would melt anyone,
man or woman into his arms and let him ravish them anyway he wanted,
and said "Yeah, it sure does, doesn't it?!"  He went to his dresser
drawers on the opposite wall and opened one, slowly looking for the
proper briefs and tee shirt.

As he stood there, he flexed his ass cheeks, shifted his weight from
foot to foot, flexed and stretched his back and arms and shoulders.
All of his muscles rippled around, to show themselves to me.  Don was
magnificent.  To be able to massage and caress any and hopefully all of
his body, was too much to think about.  I think I was a hard as I have
ever been, my seven incher straining at my jockeys to get out, but
being somewhat embarrassed, I had raised my right leg up so my manhood
curved to the left in the folds of my briefs, somewhat hiding it's
hardness.  I don't know how Don could avoid noticing it, but I didn't
care.

Don finally picked up a tee shirt and carefully pulled it on over his
arms and head and stretched it down his sides and front, and then
reached around the back with both hands and tugged down on it and then
gently grabbed both his buttocks massaging them and sliding his hands
into the cleft and pulling them apart, I could just barely see his dark
hole, and my cock jumped and strained again at the cloth.  Don rubbed
both thighs and buttocks again and sort of bent over to do so.  Then he
stretched his arms over his head and went up on his tip toes,
tightening his ass cheek muscles as he did so.  All I could think about
was having my hot hard dick up inside that hot tight hole and have him
tighten his muscles around it as I exploded up his chute.  But that was
only a dream of mine.  Don then pickup up his jockey briefs and bent
over to slip them on.  What a beautiful rosebud, that briefly winked at
me.  Don adjusted his large cock and balls in his pouch, pickup up a
pair of socks, went to his bedside and finished dressing.  I could only
follow his every move.  I tried to calm down my cock and thoughts by
asking him how his day was, what he was going to do that evening, etc.
While he was facing away from me, I quickly got my levis and my shirt
on, as we were called to dinner.  During the ensuing weeks, Don and I
got to know each other better and were more relaxed with each other.
The time spent together was evenings, (when we weren't off to our own
activities), showers, dinner, sleep, and morning rushes to get to work
and school.  When he or I showered, we thought nothing about walking
around naked.  Whew!  I could jack off for ever just thinking about
that scene, but more was to happen later.  I worked for a an older
fellow and his wife in a small store some five blocks away, afternoons
and Saturdays.  He reminded me of Arthur Godfrey, he could, and did,
tell new jokes in a steady stream, without repetition from the moment I
got there until I left.  There were clean and risque jokes, all of them
funny.  I don't know how we got any work done, but we did, because I
was laughing all the time.  At any rate, I would tell some of the jokes
to Don when we were in bed, ready to fall asleep.  I tried to remember
the risque ones first.  I remember his pleasant laughs, and looking
into his deep blue eyes, while he lay on his side looking at me.  I
wanted to go over and get into bed with him and have him hug me and
fuck me.

One evening I got up the courage to ask after a horny joke how often he
got that way.  He said, "Oh, two or three times a week."   I asked if
he jacked off, "Yes", he answered.   "Have you ever fucked anyone?"  A
long pause, and then "No, not really."  I feigned innocence, "I haven't
either.  Have you ever been sucked off?"  Yes, a couple of times, but
they couldn't get very much in their mouths." "Was it a boy or girl?",
I asked.  Don said "It was a girl."  "You must have a big cock, if she
couldn't get it in her mouth?  How big is it?"   "Oh, I haven't
measured it, but it must be eight or nine inches long," Don said.
"Wow!" I said, "Could I see it?  Mine is only seven inches hard.  You
are uncut, aren't you?  I'm cut, but I have always wondered what it
feels like to have foreskin covering your head.  Is your head very
sensitive?"  Don replied that he tried to keep it uncovered during the
day, and he was not too sensitive, but Monte, (a friend of ours, Don's
age) was also uncut, but he kept his foreskin forward and said he was
very sensitive.

Don laid back the covers, and said, "Come over and look."  My heart was
pounding with excitement, my dick was getting harder every second, my
knees felt weak as I tried to get out of bed and cross the four or five
feet between our beds.  I never thought I would get this close to the
huge manhood that I worshiped, belonging to a true Adonis.  Don, like
me, had on only tee shirts and jockey briefs.  (Those were the standard
then, nothing else was really available.  As I look at the Calvin Klein
advertisements I see Don laying back on his bed that night.)  I sat
down with my hips at his, up close, feeling the heat from this stud
coursing through me.  I just looked at his mound and then to his face,
he was smiling that sensuous smile, his arms to his sides, saying
nothing.  My right hand was laying on his arm, I rubbed it gently and
squeezed it slightly, not able to do anything else.  Don finally said,
"You'll have to help it out and make it hard."  Wow!  I could feel the
blood pounding through my temples and my heart beating so loud, I was
sure Don could hear it, in this quite room, lit only by a bedside lamp.
At 18 I never dreamed to have this experience.  I only hoped Don would
not think ill of me afterwards.  I wanted to tear off his jockeys and
make love to his huge cock and balls, but I nervously moved my hand to
his crotch and felt his soft shaft and balls, it felt so good, so warm,
so huge.  He had large balls to go with his large cock, which was
beginning to grow and thicken and harden.  I could hardly move my left
hand enough to get it to the waist band of his jockey's, but I did, and
with both hands slowly pulled his briefs down.  Exposing first that
beautiful crown of dark hair and then the base of his huge shaft.  Don
lifted his ass up a bit and I slipped my hands around his hot hips and
felt of his smooth ass cheeks as I continued to slip his briefs down
around his thighs completely exposing his manhood, as I slid his briefs
down, he raised his legs and I took them off.  He settled back down
onto the sheets and I moved my hands to cup his balls and lift them, to
feel the sexual heat exuding from them.  Don quietly moaned, as I kept
his balls in one hand and reached up with my left hand and picked up
his cock shaft at the base and encircled it.  It was getting bigger and
harder very quickly.  I squeezed around it and slowly slid my hand up
over the head, bringing as much skin as I could with it.  His hood
extended over the tip of his glans another inch or so, as I felt the
slipperiness of his foreskin over it.  I twisted my hand back and forth
around the head, as Don moaned again and lifted up toward me, in a
fucking motion.  I released my hold only long enough to grab around the
glans again and pull his foreskin back off, exposing the moist, musky
broad head of his cock.  Such a sweet young manly smell wafted up to my
nostrils.  It was a smell I was not too familiar with, but I loved it
knowing it was coming from the phallus I worshiped.

Don had his hand on my thigh, and was rubbing back and forth making me
only hotter and harder.  He was humming moans of pleasure as I
continued to slowly jack him off, trying to get him as hard as I could,
and see how far I might go with this real Adonis.  I whispered, "Does
that feel good?" "Hummm, yes."   "Do you want me to keep it up?"
"Hummm, yes!" Don moaned.  His hand grabbed my thigh as he pushed up
toward my pumping hand, in slow rhythm.

I didn't want to stop, but I had to measure this monster of manhood.  I
let go of his dick and massaged his thighs and abdomen and met his
other hand tweaking his tit.  I moved his hand away and tweaked and
massaged both of his tits, Don moaned and squirmed.  I said, "Slow down
and relax." I fumbled as fast as I could over to the desk and got my
ruler and went back, reaching out and grabbing his dick and pumping it
again as I sat down next to him.  Don said, "Boy, you sure know how to
make me feel good.  I have never had anyone do this to me."  I pumped
his dick and stood it straight up, putting the ruler on the topside
setting at the base of his crown of luxuriant hair and pumped his
shaft, faster to get it as hard and long as possible.  Yes, it was a
little over nine inches of manhood.  I quickly turned it horizontal to
measure the breadth, just over two inches.  Wow, what a cock!  As I put
the ruler down on the floor beside the bed, I said, "Don, you really
have a huge beautiful cock.  It is over nine inches long and two inches
in diameter.  I have never seen such a big cock in all my life.  Mine
is only seven inches long and about an inch and a half in diameter."
Don asked if I had seen many other cocks.  I said,"I few."  (If only he
knew, how many I had seen and sucked, and been fucked by and asses I'd
fucked he might have never let me get near him. Being a queer back then
was not well taken, he may have heard from mutual friends that I liked
cock, but I was definitely in the closet, and still am.)

I was pumping him slowly and examining his balls, and then rubbing my
way up his abdomen and pinching his tits and feeling his arms and sides
and then his buttocks.  Changing hands, I felt his muscular thighs and
knees and calves and then felt between his thighs and perineum.  Don
spread his legs so I could have better advantage, and moaned, "Oh, that
feels so good, don't stop."  Little did he know that he would have to
physically restrain me to stop now, I was so hot and horny, I wasn't
about to do anything but make him feel good and get a load of his cum
into my mouth.  I said to Don, "Just lie there and let me take care of
this monster of a cock of yours, I want to make you feel very good, I
really think you are one handsome stud."  He said, moaning, "OK, it
feels so good, what more can you do?  Don't stop jacking me off,
please."  I just leaned over, pulled his foreskin all the way forward
and stuck my tongue inside of that musky piece of flesh, the hooded
orifice, which looked like a little mouth waiting to be kissed.  When
my tongue reached Don's cockhead, and I rolled my tongue around on it,
he literally bucked his ass up and shoved about half of his cock into
my mouth.  Oh what a wonderful piece of flesh, big, tasty, and hard.  I
sucked hard to keep it in.  Don dropped back to the bed, and exclaimed,
"Ohhhhhhh!!!! I have never felt anything like that, what a feeling, do
it again."  I pulled his foreskin up again and enclosed my probing
tongue inside and laved his delicious cockhead, tasting all the
wonderful flavor.  Don bucked again, pushing up against me, squirming
and moaning, "Ohhhhh! Rob, Ohhhh! that feels sooooo good, you are the
most! I didn't know it could feel sooo good!"  With my mouth still
filled, I pulled his foreskin down, exposing that tasty cockhead, with
precum and musk.  I tongued all around it and started to bob my head up
and down.  Don started to buck back against my plunges, moaning and
groaning and rolling his head from side to side.  He put his hands on
my head and pushed down as he thrust up burying more of his cock in my
mouth and hitting the back of my throat.  Thank goodness I had my hand
on the bottom of his shaft or he would have gagged me to death.  I
wasn't sure I could take all of him but I was going to give it the
college try.

I moved around straddling over the top of him in a 69 position, so that
I could have control of my throat in a better position to receive this
huge prick.  I reached around under his ass and between his legs and
grabbed a hold of Don's balls and tugged them and massaged them.  More
moans and groans of ecstasy from Don's body.  I was humming on his
pick, plunging up and down further and further as I tried to get used
to the size and get ready to swallow.  Don was feeling my body all
over, pinching my tits, and rubbing my legs and ass cheeks, finally he
pulled my jockeys down to free my pulsing cock and balls.  He tugged at
them and said, "Let me take them off of you."  So I lifted my leg over
to one side so he could pull them off.  I went back straddling his face
and was just about to take a deep breath and swallow when I felt Don's
hands on my butt, pulling me down towards him and then, the most
fantastic fantasy of mine was realized, Don hot breath was on the tip
of my cock and then those hot macho lips and tongue were sucking and
laving my cock, I should have come right then, but I tried to hold on
for dear life, to make him come when I did, Wow, what a feeling to be
filling the stud of your dream's mouth with your cock, and having him
fill your mouth with his, the biggest cock ever.

I took a deep breath, and swallowed his manhood to the hilt, nestling
my chin in his crowing bush and my nose in his ball sack.  Don bucked
up harder and shoved all he could get in, into my throat. At the same
time he took all he could of me and sucked hard, but didn't deep throat
me.  For his first time, he surely knew how to suck cock.  Don was
pulling on my balls and rubbing my ass cheeks.  I was humming on his
throated cock and plunging back and forth.  I came up for air and went
back down again, and again.  I put my other hand under him and found
his asshole with my finger.  I played around it and spread his cheeks,
Don spread open his legs so I could have better advantage.  I collected
what moisture I could off of his hot sweating body and gently, but
firmly worked my finger into his tight asshole.  I could hear and feel
muffled moans around my cock as I got more and more of my finger up his
ass.  Don couldn't decide which way to move.  Up, to get more oh his
cock in my mouth and throat, or down, to get more of my finger up his
virgin ass.  I didn't know about him at this point, but I was as hot a
fucking stud as I could be, on the verge of spewing every ounce of cum
I had and felt it could keep coming out for hours.  I could finally
feel his balls tightening up and I was ready to cum my self.  I wasn't
about to stop and warn this virgin stud, that he might get a large
mouthful of cum, he would have to deal with it as it came.  I felt
myself beyond the point of no return and I pumped up and down hard on
his dick and sucked for all my worth.  At the same time I plunged my
finger up his ass further and massaged his prostrate as hard as I
could.  Don and I exploded into each others mouth's and my throat.  I
didn't want to loose out savoring on his sweet manly cum so I pulled
back and got a mouthful of his cum, and then down all the way again to
make his pleasure the most.