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  Every guy remembers his first time. Mine wasn't that long ago, but I
  remember it like it a familiar photograph. Spring break, 1984. Just
  me and Brian. And we both lost our man-man virginity that week.
  Brian and I had known each other since we were kids -- we attended the
  same elementary school, junior high and high school. We were in a lot
  of classes together, and we became good friends long before we discovered
  our other desires.
  In a lot of ways Brian and I -- my name is Drew, short for Andrew -- were
  opposites.
  He's tall; I'm short. He's tanned and muscular, I'm pale and while not
  flabby, I'll never win a bodybuilding contest.  He's noisy; I'm quiet.
  He has dark brown hair and eyes; I'm a red-head with green eyes. Those
  differences brought us together, I suspect. We could spend hours talking
  about anything -- cars, girls, sex, teachers, sex, books, music, sex.
  Well, you get the idea.
  To say that we were a couple of horny kids might understate the case.
  Brian and I always seemed to be thinking about sex. Not too unusual for
  a couple of 17-year-olds. What was unusual was that it took so long for
  us to recognize that the solution to our mutual horniness was so easy.
  We didn't need reluctant girls. We had each other.
  Since we had been in a couple of gym classes together, I knew what Brian
  looked like. And I always admired his trim, tight body. He had the
  hairiest legs I had ever seen, but the rest of his body was smooth.
  I could always pick him out in the dark shower room because his white
  butt stood out compared to the rest of him. His folks had a pool, and
  Brian loved to swim and roast in the sun.
  During break, we always spent the days together at his place, me getting
  a sunburn and Brian getting tanner and tanner.
  We had the house to ourselves. Both his folks worked. We could sneak in
  a six-pack of beer and get a little toasted while we lounged.
  Of course we always talked about sex. We confided about our solitary j/o
  sessions ("Drew, I gotta jack it in the morning when I wake up or else I
  don't feel good the rest of the day") or who we hoped would help us get
  our rocks off. These b.s. sessions always involved girls. Both of us had
  scored a couple times. But now Brian suggested something new: men.
  "I picked up a book last week showing how guys get it on with other
  guys," Brian told me as I took another swallow of my beer.
  The words made me tremble. "What's the book called," I asked, trying
  to remain calm.
  "The Joy of Gay Sex. I found it at the porn magazine shop downtown.
  It's an older book, and it has instructions and pictures of guys doin' it.
  "Have you ever thought of doing it with a guy, Drew?" Brian asked.
  "No, but I'd like to see the book," I said, thinking of Brian and his
  thick cock. I had lied. I had often thought about Brian while I was
  jacking off. But I had never told him about it. It was my sexual secret,
  and I hid it from him  because I had never really admitted it to myself.
  Brian got up from the chaise lounge and headed toward the house. I
  looked at his rear, outlined in the tight Speedos he always wore.
  My cock hardened. Could it be that Brian wants me?
  Brian returned shortly, book in hand.
  "Here it is, Drew. The gay fuck book."
  I took the book from him and hoped he did not notice my cock bulge.
  I thumbed through the book and stared at the drawings of men fucking
  other men. Men sucking other men.  I had seen straight porn before,
  but not homoerotic stuff like this.
  Brian jumped into the pool and swam while I examined his new book. I
  wanted to reach down to my cock and rub it. I didn't dare, but my
  dick grew harder and harder as I read.
  I was so caught up in the book I never noticed Brian had pulled himself
  from the pool and was standing next to me.
  "Looks like you might be interested," Brian said looking the bulge
  produced by my hardened meat.
  "How about you?" I asked.
  Brian didn't answer with words. He reached for the waist of his Speedos
  and pulled them down. His semi-hard cock sprang out, and I reached for
  it. I grasped it and felt it harden in my hand. It was so easy to take
  it. It felt so big.
  "Maybe we should go inside," Brian suggested as he pulled me -- not
  unwillingly -- from the lounge.
  We headed for his room, and he shut the door behind us and spun around
  and quickly lowered my swim trunks. I stepped out of them as he tossed
  of his Speedos.
  Brian -- 6 feet, tan and muscular -- and me -- 5-6 and pale  -- and both
  of us with hardons.
  All I could do was stare at his penis. I had seen it before in gym class,
  but not hard. What a glorious sight: standing out from his body at a
  45-degree angle, about 7 inches of thick, veined manhood. Large balls
  dropping low beneath the rod.
  "It's so big," I moaned.
  Brian smiled and jacked his cock with one hand.
  "Yours is, too," Brian said. Mine was longer than his by maybe half
  an inch, and it's uncut, but Brian's took first place for thickness.
  We both jacked our cocks and slowly moved closer to each other, finally
  allowing our hard rods to touch. Then Brian put his arms around me and
  hugged me and planted his lips on my mouth. As we experienced the
  meeting of our bodies, we gradually moved toward the bed.
  "Want to look at the book some more?" Brian asked.
  I smiled and nodded and we reclined on the bed, and we began reading
  The Book.
  "I want to try it all, Drew. And I want to do it with you."
  Brian's face neared mine and our lips met again, his hand touching my
  cock for the first time. The Book went crashing to the floor.
  He pushed me down on the bed and his body hovered over me. Slowly he
  lowered himself on top of me and began rubbing his entire body over mine.
  Our cocks meshed as he continued his original full-body massage.
  "Oh, God, man, I'm gonna cum," I growled in his ear. Such a horny
  puppy. I moaned and shot a big load all over our bodies.
  "That's OK, dude, we got plenty of time for more," Brian whispered.
  He raised up off me and I felt his hands move to my abdomen. He
  massaged my hot creamy cum into my body, and when he was done, he
  lifted his hands to his face and took a deep breath.
  "Your cum smells good, stud. But don't worry, there'll be more."
  Brian's hands spread my legs and his fingers toyed with my cock and
  balls. He turned his body around and I found my face inches away from
  his very stiff penis.
  I don't remember who was first. All I can remember thinking was, "Well,
  go ahead and do it. See what it tastes like." I opened my mouth and
  moved toward his thick cock. The swollen head passed through my lips
  and into my throat. At the same time I felt Brian's warm mouth cover
  my hardening dick.
  Ecstasy. My cock was in heaven. And my mouth was being stretched to
  the limit by this big intruder. I wanted to take it all. I wasn't
  sure I could. I wanted to please Brian, so I slowly slipped all of
  it into my mouth until his hairs tickled my chin. He started humping,
  and I did the same.
  Cathleen Parker never did this. She said she never would. Don't know
  why. Brian's big cock tasted great, and I learned to enjoy being fucked
  in the mouth by his huge dick.
  Brian quickened the pace, moving his mouth up and down on my pole,
  squeezing my balls and fingering my butt.
  I did the same and when I pushed a finger up his butt, I heard him
  moan loudly and then push his pud deeply down my throat. He gave a
  few quick hard thrusts and I felt his cock spasm, and a gusher of
  cum splashed into my mouth. My first load. From Brian's cock. I
  swallowed as fast as I could, but I couldn't keep up with him.
  Drops of his juice trickled down my cheeks and I tried to swallow
  it all.
  And just as I took the last swallow of his juice, my own cock exploded
  down Brian's throat. I had cum just 15 minutes before, and now I
  delivered another load of jizz. I humped his mouth faster as my
  cock sought its release.
  "We did it Drew. It was so good, man."
  I had to agree. We cuddled in each other's arms and shared a glow
  only two men can know.
  "Yeah, stud. And we have lots more pages to study," I said, an evil
  grin on my face.
  We fell asleep in each other's arms, our mouths glued to each other
  and our tongues playing a new tune.
  I awoke feeling Brian's tool pushing eagerly between my legs. He rolled
  me on my back, scooted down and parted my legs. He toyed with my cock
  for a bit, then started sucking my balls into his mouth and slowly
  jacking my cock.
  He flipped me on my stomach, and I had no doubt what he had in mind.
  Ever since I had first looked at his Fuck Book, I knew I wanted his
  big cock up my ass.
  "I want your little behind, stud," Brian moaned in my ear as his body
  covered mine.
  "It's OK, I want it bad."
  He pushed a pillow under my middle and reached to the nightstand for
  a bottle of sun tan oil.
  I smelled that summery Coppertone odor as he covered my back and
  buttocks with the oil, his hand darting between my ass cheeks and
  his fingers pushing into my hole.
  His finger fucked my butt for a long while, and his oily hand played
  with my balls and cock as he prepared to enter my virgin behind.
  Brian pulled me up and I turned my head and looked back to see him
  oiling his gigantic, thick penis.
  "You sure that thing will fit?" I said winking.
  "I'll go real slow, I promise."
  I trusted Brian to do it right.
  He positioned the head at the entrance to my ass and gently pushed forward.
  "The book says you should relax, open your hole like you're gonna shit."
  I did as he said, and I felt the intruding rod slowly urge its way
  into my guts. Inch after inch of his manhood entered my ass, and
  when it was totally up my butt, we collapsed together, two men as one.
  Brian nibbled at my ear lobe and neck. "I love you, Drew. I'm gonna
  fuck your ass good, stud."
  I pushed my impaled ass upward, and Brian pulled his dick out a bit
  and then pushed forward.
  Slowly, like a steam locomotive gathering its strength for a long,
  steep climb, Brian's thrusts became longer and harder and faster.
  His balls slapped against my butt and the whap, whap, whap noise
  alone was enough to get me off.
  Faster and harder he plowed, each stroke amplifying a rare combination
  of pleasure and submission. I was Brian's and my body was being taken by him.
  As he fucked, he jacked my cock and sometimes twisted my nipples, an
  area of pleasure I did not know existed in a man.
  The smell of his sweat and the tanning oil and the pleasure of his huge
  thick penis up my rectum made the cum well up in my cock. I was so
  close. Brian was hot, too.
  Faster and harder he pumped until I heard a strange high-pitched yelp.
  His body stiffened like his cock had had been for the last half hour.
  He thrusted with super intensity once more and then I felt it filling
  my rear. Cum -- Brian's warm teen-age cum -- spilled into my asshole.
  He continued to thrust and spurt until his cock softened just a bit,
  then he pulled out of my butt.
  We raced for each other's arms and hugged and kissed and cried. Brian
  took my stiff cock in his mouth ever so briefly and I delivered yet
  another load. I still remember his face, the cum dripping down the
  sides of his mouth.
  We kissed, and Brian whispered,  "Drew . . . it's so good. So damn
  good. You're so good..."
  I basked in the warmth of his strong body and praise.
  "I never knew I wanted a man. Now I know, and I'm glad you were my
  first," I said.
  It was 4:30 p.m. Brian's folks would be home by 5.
  "Drew, I want you to take my ass, feel what's it's like to fuck a man."
  I nodded. "I'll do it tomorrow, stud."
  And I did. And the next day. And the day after that.
  No spring break has ever matched it since.