Date: Mon, 25 Sep 2023 11:58:48 -0300 From: Stacy Black Subject: Visits from Kirk This is a story with some sexual scenes between a man and a teenager, and later between men. If you are too young to legally read about such things, please do not. Like most of my stories, this one is based on real events, and real people, although names and circumstances have been changed. I did make a friend like Kirk many years ago, and he did come visit me often, and we did many of the things I describe in the story. He was a sweet and frustrated young man, looking for someone to help him with the thoughts and feelings he was having, that his parents could never accept. I was too cowardly to do much for him, for which I am forever sad. For those of you looking for quickie sex, you may as well skip this. There is lots of explicit tuff, but this is more a story about flirting and experimenting. Please help support Nifty by making a generous donation. You will, for certain, be rewarded in some karmic way. I love getting emails with feedback about my stories: friitobewoody@gmail.com Love to all Stacy Visits from Kirk I was lying outside in the sun, on my side deck, shielded from passersby, except when someone was right in front of my driveway. The sun was directly overhead, so I was catching lots of rays. He walked back and forth a couple of times, and I could see him looking in each time. Finally, he came in and asked the time. I got up and went inside to look at the kitchen clock, holding the door open for him. I was wearing a ratty old swim suit; tight, short, rolled down at top and rolled up at the legs to maximize my tan. I didn't bother trying to be modest, he was the one intruding after all, and my amateur gaydar was pinging. He looked at the clock to check the time. "You look sweaty," I said. "Do you want some water?" We stood in the kitchen for a bit while he drank it. He didn't say a lot, but I saw him looking me over pretty good. I told him he looked familiar; he said he saw me at the gym -- he was a lifeguard at the pool. Both the gym and pool were at the local high school. "Can I pee?" he asked, right out of the blue. "Not here, you'll have to go into the bathroom." He looked at me, clearly missing the joke. Sighing inwardly, I took him around the corner and pointed to the bathroom. He went in and closed the door but didn't latch it. I heard a few dribbles, then he came out zipping up his shorts with his shirt pulled up under his chin. A nice, dark treasure trail was visible on his lower belly. "Thanks," he said, I told him anytime, day or night. "The water's free." He left and I went with him onto the deck again. He looked back from the end of the driveway and gave a little finger wave. Very cute. I laid in the sun for a while longer, then went in and took a shower, and jerked off thinking about him. ------- Next time I went to the gym, I stood at the window that overlooked the pool and watched him -- nice little speedo, big bulge, quite a hairy chest for a guy in high school, tall, slim. ------- A week or two later, I was at the gym again. It was a Sunday night, and very quiet, like you'd expect a school in the summer to be. On a break between sets, I stood at the window for a bit, and watched him again. Same speedos. He was wandering around the pool, only one person was in the water. He looked up and saw me -- gave me the same little finger wave. I waved back. He looked away, then reached down and tugged the crotch of his speedos, stretching them down around his balls. He glanced back up to see if I was still watching. I reached down and gave my balls some adjusting too, keeping my eyes on him but pretending to be looking somewhere else. I finished up about a half hour later, figuring it would be between classes at the pool. I stripped off at my locker and went into the shower room, which was the only way in and out of the pool. I was all alone in there. After a couple of minutes, he came out from the pool. He stopped right next to me and started chatting about nothing. He wasn't at all shy about looking at me, which I found odd considering most guys choose to look anywhere but at another guy's junk. I'm nothing special, reasonable shape, dick that's a grower, not a shower, so nothing hanging down to my knees. I kept my pubic hair trimmed a bit and I have very little hair on my chest. Nice hairy legs though, and I was well-tanned all over. It was August. Close up, he looked really nice. Taller than me, so probably 6-2, I saw the hair on his chest, noticed how it tapered down to a narrow dark trail that ran into his speedos. Nice hairy legs. Long legs. His feet were large, probably 13's at least. His bulge was even more impressive up close, and he was adjusting it a lot. I just kind of went with the situation, and as I relaxed in the warm water, my dick stretched out a bit. Maybe 4". I washed my ass without being self-conscious, and then I faced him directly and started going to town on my dick. After I covered it thoroughly with soap, I wrapped my hand around it and gave it a good stroking, which could have passed as washing, and just as I was finishing that I looked him right in the eye. He was staring at me, mouth open, one hand massaging his crotch. I'm pretty sure he was deep in fantasy, when he noticed I had stopped and looked up at me. He turned red right away, which was so cute. I pretended not to notice. "Are you going to shower?" I asked him. He said no, that he had another session in the pool, he just came out to go to the washroom. I grinned at him and said "At least you don't pee in the pool like lots of other people!" He made a gagging sound and said "No, not something I would do. I would have to swim in it." I teased him some more, asking if he never peed in the shower either. He got red again. "No, that's gross too," he muttered. "No, I don't think so, lots of guys do it." And I grabbed my dick and aimed it at the wall. "Dare me?" He nodded, so I squeezed off one short stream, high onto the wall. Then I turned and aimed my penis towards him and he didn't even flinch. "Just kidding," I said, "I'm not a prick." "Well, you just peed in the shower, so maybe a little." I said it was him who had dared me, so it was really his fault. "So you're the prick here!" "Sticks and stones," he said, and he moved as if to go out. He turned around but didn't move very fast. I said "No, you know I'm just kidding," and I reached out and put my fingers inside the waistband of his speedos and pulled him back. He came back easily and bumped into me, water from the shower head splashing over him, and the back of one of his hands brushed my cock. And then brushed it again. I still had my fingers inside his suit, and I was just pulling and releasing, kind of playing with him as he swayed back and forth. He was letting his hand brush my dick on every motion, and I was watching his hairy ass and sort of moving my fingers further down his speedo with every pull. I pushed him harder one last time and told him I had to go, I was due home. He looked down at my puffy dick for a long minute, then said "OK." He rubbed his speedo again, a noticeable bump where his dick was pushed off to one side. He headed to the washroom and I went to dry off, got dressed and left. And jerked off when I got home. ------- One evening later that week, I was in my basement TV room and I heard a knock at the back door. It was almost dark, so about 9 at night. Very warm, and I was just in sleep shorts and an athletic shirt. I ran up the stairs and looked outside. The light wasn't on but I saw it was him standing there wearing a backpack. I opened the door without turning on the light, and said hi. "Is the water still free?" "Absolutely, but everything else is expensive," and gave him a little wink. He was wearing sandals and light grey shorts and smelled like chlorine. Coming from work I guessed. From the way his shorts poked out in the front, I guessed he was going commando. I got him the water and asked him if he wanted to sit downstairs for a bit. He went with me down to the TV room. "What are you watching?" When I told him, he said "So it wasn't porn? I thought all guys who lived alone watched nothing but porn." "What do you know about porn?" I asked him. "You'd be surprised," he said. I said I would -- when I was his age the only porn I'd seen was a few ratty skin mags that me and my friends hid in the woods. "Is that the only reason you stopped by -- hoping I'd let you get your rocks off watching porn? You'd have me contributing to the delinquency of a minor?" And I gave him another wink. He got all red. I laughed at him. "No worries," I said. "Maybe I was just lucky you didn't catch me!" His eyes twinkled, "I knew you were a porn guy!" I said "Well, maybe I am, but I'm smart enough not to open the door to an innocent stranger with a bone in my pants." "Or not so innocent," he said. "I might come right down and watch it with you." I ignored the self-invitation. "Sadly no porn tonight. I was going to do some sit-ups and weights, but I think I've hurt my shoulder, so just TV I guess." "How'd you hurt your shoulder?" he asked. I said I wasn't sure, maybe slept wrong or something. "They call me `Magic Fingers Kirk' you know. I could try to give you a massage?" I looked at him with some skepticism. "Really? `Magic Fingers'?" He just grinned back and wiggled his fingers at me, raising his eyebrows. "All those people can't be wrong." "I guess since you've already seen me naked, rubbing my shoulders shouldn't be a big deal. What should I do?" He looked around, and then took the cushions off of the old sofa and placed them on the floor in a row. "Do you have some baby oil? And a couple of towels?" I went upstairs and brought what he needed. He covered the cushions with the towels, and told me to take my shirt off and lie down. He knelt down by my side, but after thinking for a minute, he decided to move so he was at my head. He coated his hands with oil and then started rubbing my shoulders. I don't think he had any clue what he was doing, but it felt great. His hands were big and warm, and stronger than I expected. "How does that feel?" he asked after a few minutes. I told him it was fantastic, but that he could probably move lower than my shoulders, more to my middle and lower back too. He opened his knees and scooted forward, to be able to reach further. My head was now between his legs, only inches from his crotch. I could smell his scent, not sweaty, just musky, with that same hint of chlorine. As he reached lower, he started raising up on his knees, and his junk was going up over my head each time. "That feels really nice," I told him. You can go back to my shoulders too. "Is it okay if I sit on your butt?" he asked. I told him fine So he moved up and straddled me. "Can I take my shirt off? It's hot in here." I said that was fine too. He sat down, his dick and my ass only separated by two thin layers of fabric. He added more oil to his hands and started really rubbing my shoulders, and down my arms. This was feeling great. He slid backwards until he was sitting on the backs of my legs, and he started working lower, coming all the way to the waistband of my shorts. I was pretty sure I could feel his boner press lightly into my crack each time he leaned in. He said "You can roll over if you want, I can do your front shoulders." He moved off me and sat on the floor. He was bent over a bit, and I'm sure it was to hide his erection. When I was on my back, there was no hiding the fact that I was hard, but he didn't say anything, even though I saw him looking. He moved back to kneeling above my head, and began massaging my front side. He certainly wasn't shy about touching another guy's body -- he was all over my chest and nipples, and worked his way down so that soon he was bumping up against my shorts again. And each time he rose up to reach lower, I smelled that great scent of his, and I could see the bump in his shorts. "Let me sit on your legs, and I can put pressure from that angle on your shoulders." I didn't object, and he moved right over top of me, his bulge only about 2" from my nose, then he swung around and straddled me once more. He was sitting high up on my legs, and slowing he began massaging my shoulders and chest. He was bending his spine down each time he came up, and that was lowering his bare belly onto mine, and also bring his dick into light contact with mine, both of us hard. At last, he seemed to slow down. "You're really much better than I expected," I said. "I think your fingers are actually magic." He blushed a bit. "Thanks, maybe someday I'll show you more." His blush deepened, but he didn't look away. He moved off me and sat on the floor, and put his shirt back on. I sat up, but didn't stand either. We chatted a bit more, and I told him I would try to get some pointers from him one day, so that I could return the favor. After my boner went down a little, I stood up, and he did too. "I hope that helped your shoulders," he said. I said "Me too. Maybe next time we can do that workout?" I said I was home most nights through the week. "If I have company, the back light will be on." My subtle way of telling him when it was safe to visit. He gave me a thumbs-up and went out ------- About a week later, he came to the door, just about dark. He was wearing the same light shorts, and again it seemed like he was bare underneath them. "Just checking on your shoulders -- how are they feeling?" he asked. I told him they were much better after his massage, and asked him if he wanted to work out. "I can't. I have to be home in less than half an hour. Could I have a drink of water though please?" I got him some water and we went downstairs to sit while he drank it. I was watching some mindless sitcom on television. We chatted for a couple of minutes, then he said he should start for home. He asked to pee before he left, and as he said it, he rubbed the tip of his dick. I told him he knew where the bathroom was upstairs. "You only have one bathroom? None in the basement?" I told him no. I wanted to flirt with him a bit more, so I said "Sometimes I use the laundry tub." His head snapped in that direction. "Really?" "Sure. If I have a friend over and we're having a few beers and we have to piss a lot, we just use the sink." "No way," he said, "You pee with another guy in that sink?" He rubbed the tip of his dick some more. I was pretty sure I was right about the no underwear, and also pretty sure he was getting a boner. "We don't usually go at the same time, although, in emergencies....". He said "I don't know if I could pee with someone right next to me. I'd be nervous. He didn't mind?" I told him I'd done it with a couple of different friends, and they didn't seem to mind. I did not tell him that I was making this up totally, but that I thought it was a hot idea. He was still looking at the sink, and rubbing his dick like he was going to pee his pants. "Just go ahead, I'll turn the light off so it will be almost dark." Then I went over and flipped the switch. The only light then came from the lamp inside the TV room. He went over and stood in front of the sink and I watched him pull down the front of his shorts. He looked back at me and said "You're watching me." "Yeah, I need to make sure you don't piss all over my floor, and besides, I can't see anything from back here." After a few seconds, there was still no sound of water, so I asked him if he was shy. He didn't answer. I started moving towards him. "Maybe you're ticklish and if I start tickling you, you'll pee your pants!" I was right behind him now, and I reached out and started tickling his sides. He was fidgeting like crazy, but kept his front glued to the sink. There was still no sound of pee splashing. "You are so shy," I said. "I'll turn on some water, that might help." I leaned around him to turn on the water and got my first look at his dick. He was, unsurprisingly, erect. But he didn't try to hide it. He was about 5" long, average thickness. Cut, from what I could tell. I tried to make him more comfortable with the situation. "Wow, big dick. No wonder you can't piss, with it that hard. I can't piss that way either." "You're not helping," he said. He tried to sound peeved, but I could tell he was enjoying it. I moved up to the other side of the sink. "All this talk about piss has made me need to go too, so scooch over." He stepped a bit to one side, and I turned off the water. I slipped my shorts down and they slid to the floor. I wasn't hard, but I wasn't soft either. He looked at mine, and I looked at his. I could have started pissing right away, but this was fun. "How come you're so shy?" I asked him. "I should be the shy one, you there with that big thing." "Yeah, but you're not hard. And I always have trouble peeing in a crowded bathroom. So this is way worse." "Why? What's worse about it? We're friends and you shouldn't be shy around me. You've seen me naked before." I flopped my dick around a bit, making slapping noises on the edge of the sink. Then I let go and started pissing. I held back a bit to see how long I could drag it out. I'm sure he could smell it, and we could certainly hear it hitting the tinny laundry tub. Then he shot out a little stream, and I encouraged him. Pretty soon he was flowing full bore, and I was worried he was going to overshoot the top of the sink, but he stood on his tip-toes and got the angle down. I finished first, and then he finished with two strong spurts as he squeezed off. He had softened a bit, but I was getting harder, so I shook off quickly and pulled up my shorts. He did too. I ran some water into the sink. "That was fun!" I said. "Yeah, first time I've ever done anything like that. You're a little crazy, aren't you?" I just shrugged. "I'm always adventurous!" I told him "Now, whenever you're having a hard time pissing in a crowded bathroom, just think about this and remember that you don't have to be shy at all." I turned on the light, and I could see a big wet spot on the front of his shorts. I pointed it to him. "I hope that dries on the walk home. Your parents will think some girl got you all hot and drooling." "As if." "I also hope that little bump goes away!" "Hey!" he said. "A minute ago, you called it big!" "It was dark and looked bigger!", and I gave him a friendly swat on the butt. We said goodnight and he slipped out the door, his shorts still bulging. I jerked off into the sink as soon as he left. ------- The very next night he was back. It was a little earlier this time, when he knocked at the door. It was still very warm outside, and I was in even less clothes, just my sleep shorts, no shirt and barefoot. He was wearing pants and looked hot. I stood aside when I opened the door so the neighbors couldn't see me if they were looking. "Aren't you roasting in all those clothes" I asked. "Yes, I am. You look cool though." "I only put these on to answer the door." "Really? You're a nudist?" "No, I'm just kidding you. But you've already had a couple of good looks at me naked anyway, so what difference would it make?" He said "Well, if this was a nudist house, maybe I'd go nude too." I told him I'm not necessarily a nudist, but maybe an exhibitionist. "I sleep naked sometimes, but not always. Sometimes I find it's too sticky down there, sweaty nuts and stuff." As I said all of this, I fluffed my nuts around to illustrate what I was talking about. He could clearly see my dick flopping back and forth in the thin shorts. "What about you, do you sleep naked?" "I live at home and share a room with my brother. So, no. Once, when I had a camp-out with my next-door neighbor. "But sometimes after I get into bed, I take off my underwear and let things flop around for a while. Feels good." "Yeah, it does," I told him. "Sometimes too in the winter, I put a fire on in the fireplace and lay naked on a big fluffy blanket." He asked if I was working out tonight. "Yep, just getting ready." "In the nude?" he asked, his turn to wink. "No, sadly not in the nude. You want to join?" We went into my spare bedroom. There was a single bed in there and not much else. "Did you bring some workout clothes?" I asked him. "No, thought I'd just do it in my underwear. If you're ok with that? You've seen me in less!" "Yeah, no worries exhibitionist boy! I'll go change into some too, these shorts are too bulky for sit-ups." So I went into my bedroom and got my underwear off the floor where I'd dumped them earlier. We did a few push-ups side by side, then we used some of my dumbbells to do a few mild curls. Nothing really too intense, just to get the heart going a bit. "Sit-ups?" I asked. "Sure. Do you want to hold each other's feet?" He sat on the floor, and I assumed the sit-up position. He grabbed my calves, and pulled himself so he was sitting on my feet. His feet were splayed out on either side of my hips. "You have huge feet." "Size 14. You know what they say." Another wink. I started to do a few reps. I paused after about 5 and said "Yeah, I think I remember that saying now -- the bigger the feet, the smaller the meat. Is that the one you meant?" "You're hilarious," and he pinched my boob on my next sit-up. Each time I came up I tried to wriggle my feet to see if I could trigger a bone in him or at least get some response. After 15 I stopped and told him his turn. I tried to get a good look as we rotated places, but didn't get a chance to check out his bulge. But when he had his back on the floor, I forced his knees down flat, pretending to be amazed at how long his legs were. But as soon as his legs came down, I could see the prominent bulge in his underwear. Cool, he did pop a bone. He brought his legs up fast as soon as he realized that his erection was on display. I snuggled into his calves, and really smashed my package in tight, making sure that it was jammed right between his ankles. Again I remarked at how big his feet were, and how long his toes seemed. After I sat on them, he wriggled his toes a bit, and I wriggled my butt. Each time he came up, I leaned into his legs, moving my penis as much as I could against his feet. Pretty soon I was starting to chub and it was feeling pretty good. We switched again, and this time he was also much more brazen when he wedged his junk between my legs. And there was no doubt now that he had an erection. When it was his turn again, I watched his groin carefully each repetition, to see how his dick moved in his underwear. He flopped down after his 15, and said he was roasting. "We're not wearing much clothes as it is." "You're the nudist, I'd just be following the rules of the house!" I said "Hey -- you're the one who's hot. You have to go first." He lifted his butt off the floor and slipped his underwear off smoothly. It was pretty dark outside by now anyway, so I figured what the hell. I dropped my underwear. I opened the window to provide some cool air. It wasn't as dark as it had been in the basement the night before, and I could see more. It was obvious that he was hard, and I could confirm my guess that he was around 5". But tonight, I could see his balls, and they were monsters. Bigger than I even imagined a guys could be. I really only had my own and one or two other guys to compare to. I couldn't help myself -- I stared at them. "Um, you know you have big balls, right? They're, like, twice as big as mine." He looked down at them, and gave them a little lift. "I know. My brother keeps making fun of them." "His aren't big like yours?" "No, not yet at least. But mine were almost this big when I was 13." "How do you get comfortable with them in your underwear? Aren't they crushing all the time?" He lifted them up again. "No, not really. Sometimes in certain pants they can get squished, but I guess it's normal for me." I was still staring. "They are pretty awesome man, no wonder you have a big bulge in your Speedo." I finally got down on my back on the floor for more sit-ups, still amazed at his balls. We were neither of us shy, and even though nothing was said, there was lots of grabbing. He seemed boosted with self-confidence after our discussion about his testicles. When he slid onto my feet, he grabbed me around the upper legs to pull himself in, and I could feel his clasped hands on top of my penis and bush. And as he slid tight, I could feel his boner, his wetness dropping on my hairy calves. As I did my sit-ups, one of his fingers started flicking back and forth on my dick. I finally could hold back no longer and I started growing. When it was his turn, I did the same thing when I pulled him onto my groin, except I trapped his cock under my hands as I pulled him in. My palm came away very wet, which I rubbed into his leg. After he did his 15, we both flopped onto the floor side by side. He reached out and touched my side. "Let me see your balls," he asked. "You've already seen them lots," I said. "No, I want to compare, to see if mine are weird." "Yours are definitely weird," I joked, "And you should definitely be proud of them." I sat up, and he did too. We faced each other and lifted our scrotums. "It's too dark," he said. "Can I turn on the lamp?" I nodded, and he lifted himself up to reach the switch. When he settled back down, he moved much closer to me, and lifted his legs over top of mine. Our crotches were less than a foot apart now. Our cocks were both hard and I remember thinking that if we pushed them towards each other, they would touch. He held his dick out of the way with one hand and lifted his scrotum with the other. I did the same. He had a little hair on his, I had hardly any on mine because I kept myself trimmed. "What do you think?" I asked him. "I don't know. What do you think?" I said I was getting an inferiority complex, and I rolled away and got on my feet. If I hadn't done that, I was going to reach out and start fondling him, and I wasn't prepared for that. Yet. I asked him if he wanted some water. I pulled on my underwear and went to the kitchen and brought us back glasses of water. He was still naked when I got back to the spare room. After a few minutes when I didn't take my underwear off, he put his back on. He had a disappointed look on his face. I pulled the plug on the night, saying I had a busy day tomorrow, but that I really enjoyed the workout. And I made a point of telling him he was invited back to do it again. He got dressed without saying very much more, but as we walked down the hall to the kitchen, I squeezed his butt a bit, just to let him know I was still interested. He didn't react very much, but he did smile at me as he put on his shoes and said good night. ------- He stayed away for about 2 weeks after that. I figured that he was pissed off that I wouldn't do more, and I found out eventually that I was right. But 17-year-olds are very horny, and sure enough just around mid-September I got a knock on my door one night around 8:30. "Hey," I said, "come on in. It's nice to see you." He was dressed in jeans and runners again; summer was ending and the nights were getting cooler. We talked a little about school -- he was starting his senior year, still on the swim team, still working as a lifeguard. Not tonight because the classes hadn't started yet. "What's up?" I finally asked him. "Nothing, just wondering if you were working out tonight? I could use some stretching." I said I had not been planning on it, but since he was here, I would. We went into the spare room, and he immediately started stripping his clothes off, so I did too. Tonight, he was wearing really skimpy and tight briefs -- no fly or anything, just light material. If I had to guess, they were either 3 years old or they belonged to his brother. I could clearly see almost an inch of bush peeking over the top. When I was down to my boxers, he looked at me and laughed. "Old man underwear." "Well, at least my pubes aren't sticking out!" "That's because my big balls are dragging the underwear down!" And he cupped his balls and gave them a few lifts. "Alright, this is stupid. Want to go naked?" He didn't even reply, just pulled his underwear down and threw them on the bed. We went through pretty much the same routine as we had previously, and we both got boned up. Finally, on one of our switches during the sit-ups, he swatted my dick. "Someone looks like they're enjoying the exercise!" I said "Yep, he is. He loves being an exhibitionist!" Then I swatted his and said "Looks like he's enjoying the attention too!" When we were finished, having some water, he said "So still no porn, eh?" "No videos," I said. "Maybe a few books." "Can I see?" "Sure, you want to look at them together?", and he nodded. I went into my bedroom and brought back my stash. They were mostly hardcore mags, because those were the ones that showed dicks as well as pussies. We turned on the lamp on the bedside table, and lay side by side on the floor and started flipping through one of them. The one I picked had the most dicks, and I figured he would like it the best. We had placed our underwear underneath of us, because the carpet was very scratchy on our dicks. Neither of us made any secret of the fact that we had boners and that we were grinding them into the floor. But we didn't pull them out or openly masturbate. Our breathing got ragged and our thrusting got more noticeable, but all in all we were still pretty shy and reserved. I think it was having the light on that made us shy. Then all of a sudden, he got very still and stopped thrusting. He asked what time it was. After I told him what time I thought it was, he said "Oh, God, I have to go, I'm late!" He got up quickly, facing away from me, picking up his underwear smoothly. He asked if he could use the washroom, then went in. It was right next to the spare bedroom, and I didn't hear any piss hitting the water, but I did hear toilet paper being used. After the toilet flushed, he came out. He was wearing his pants, so I got dressed too. He said he had to go without looking at me directly. I threw a shirt on and went to the kitchen with him. He said "See ya," and was gone, just like that. It was a little weird I thought, and I was pretty horny, so I might have been willing to go a little further, but then I thought maybe he was just paying me back for cutting things off the last time, so who knows? ------- Saw him now and then at the school through the rest of the fall, but I was doing some traveling for work, and the weeks passed. Until one November evening I heard a knock on the door about 7:30. It was cold and very rainy. Not a night for anyone to be out. When I looked through the window, all I could see was a figure in a hooded jacket, but as I swung the inside door open, Kirk looked up at me from under the hood. I opened the storm door and stepped aside as he came in. I saw right away that he was soaked through. "Jesus," I said, "What are you doing out in this?" He said he didn't know it was raining this hard -- he got off early from the pool because there was nobody there and thought he'd walk home. His parents weren't supposed to pick him up till 10. After walking this far he was cold and soaked through. "Come on in, you look frozen." Told him to get out of his jacket and pants, and go into the bathroom. "I'll run a hot bath, and you can soak for a while and warm up. You okay with that?" He said yes. I left him in the entryway and started running the water. He came in a few minutes later in his shirt and underwear. I had put some bath gel in the water and it was smelling nice in the little bathroom. I said "Get undressed and get in before you freeze. Call me if you need anything." I left and swung the door closed, but I didn't close it tightly, figuring he either would or wouldn't. His call. I went to the linen closet and was going to get him some towels, when the door opened behind me. He called my name and I turned around. He was standing naked partly behind the door, but the majority of him was in my line of sight. He asked if I had a washcloth, and I grabbed one to put with the towel, and walked over and gave them to him. "You know you're not hiding very well." "Why? We've pretty much seen everything. I'm not shy with you. Come in and talk to me while I soak." I said "Okay, give me a second -- I'll put all your clothes in the dryer." I took all of his stuff downstairs to the basement and threw it in the dryer. Then I went back to the kitchen and got a candle and lit it, and went back to the bathroom. I opened the door to see if he was in the tub yet -- he was, so I flipped off the light and set the candle on the vanity top. While he laid in the tub, I sat on the toilet and we talked. It wasn't the weirdest moment of my life, but it was a bit bizarre. "Very romantic. A bath by candlelight." We chatted a bit about nothing at first. I asked him how the water was and I leaned over and ran some more hot. It was pretty dim, and all I could see was the dark patch where his pubes were floating under the water. After I shut it off, he asked if I had gotten any new nudie books. That's what he called them. I said that I had, and that they were pretty hot. He said "Betcha none of the guys in them are bigger than that guy from the last time." So I was right that all he was looking at were the cocks. "Yeah, I know," I said. "He was about the biggest I've ever seen. But size isn't everything. I know I have nothing special, and I think I'm okay." "How long is yours anyway?" he asked. I said "No way! I'm not telling you that. And what makes you think I measure it anyway?" He laughed. "That small, eh?" "Frig off!" He said "Your feet are a lot smaller than mine, so I guess that means...." I told him to frig off again. "And besides, my feet are not small." He lifted one of his feet out of the tub. "Let's compare." "No way, that's weird. It doesn't mean anything anyway." "Not as weird as comparing balls, and we did that." I had no answer to that. "And," he said, "If it doesn't mean anything, what's the harm? My feet are clean!" So, like an idiot, I took my socks off and sat on the floor, and held my left foot against his right. It felt really strange to be touching another guy like this. I'm not into feet, but it felt pretty erotic. His foot was at least 2" longer than mine, and wider. He looked at me. "Bigger balls, bigger feet, taller, I must be bigger there too." "I don't think you are," I said. He nodded, "Yeah, I think you're right. Want to know how long mine is?" I said sure. "Five and a half inches. But I think I'm still growing." I told him I thought that was a pretty good dick for a young guy. "Besides, no matter how big it is, it still feels great when you cum!" He said "So, are you longer than me?" I said I was, "A little. But I think you'll catch up soon." "Would you mind scrubbing my back?" he asked. "It's still cold." I reached over and tried to splash water on his back, but I ended up getting the sleeves of my shirt all wet, so I stopped. He said "I can make room in here for you. If you want. The water feels really good, and smells nice." I started rubbing his shoulders a bit with some of the bubbles. "That wouldn't be too weird for you?", I asked. "No." I said "OK, but close your eyes and no laughing at me if anything `comes up'." I stood up and stripped off all of my clothes and got him to slide ahead. He bent his knees up to his chest and I stepped into the tub behind him. Then I stepped forward and put one foot on either side of his thighs. As I lowered myself down, my balls and dick rubbed all the way down his back. When I was sitting down, I wrapped my hands around his tummy and pulled him back so that his butt was tight to my groin, and I raised my feet and brought them over his legs. He grabbed my legs and held them, and leaned back into my chest. I had never been in this much contact with a naked guy in my whole life. I was hard immediately, and since it was jammed against his back, he knew it. I pumped it a couple of times, bulging into his back and said "Sorry about him. A mind of his own." "It's okay." I reached onto the floor and got the shower gel, and squirted a bunch on my hands. Then I began to wash his shoulders and neck, working my way around until I was washing his pecs, feeling the hairs, coarse in my hands. I got him to raise his arms and I began slowly washing his pits. Guy's pits have always had a special attraction to me, especially ones that are hairy. And his were. I massaged and washed, and gently teased the hairs, slipping and sliding with the soap. I slowly began to pull my right foot up to his crotch, and gently rubbed the heel into his scrotum, being very gentle, pretending I just needed to move so I could reach his chest better. Soon, he reached for my other foot and brought them both to his balls, and began softly thrusting against my feet. I could feel his hardness. I whispered to him to get up onto his knees. I squirted more gel on my hands and started washing his ass, one hand on each hairy cheek, slowly massaging, as his breathing came in short breaths. I let my thumbs find their way into his crack, up and down, only lightly touching his pucker. After doing this for a minute or two, I started paying more attention to his hole, strumming my fingers on it, teasing it. He pulled away immediately. "What's wrong?" I whispered. "I don't want to shoot. That's what happened the last time. Don't make me shoot yet. This is too nice." I reached down to his taint and put my fingers around each side of the root of his penis, feeling how stone-hard it was, even way inside there. After only a few seconds he pulled away again. Finally, I reached for his privates for the first time, and gently took hold of his scrotum. Oh my God, what a wonder that thing was. I have come to realize that while I have a respectable cock, my testicles are on the small side. Each of his balls truly were as large as my two. The hot water had relaxed his sack, and his balls rolled easily inside. I rubbed and massaged, hardly believing their size and texture. I couldn't see much in the dim light of the candle, so I just closed my eyes and concentrated on what my fingers were feeling. Before I met Kirk, I didn't even know that balls were sexy. Now, his were driving me crazy. Soft, slippery, silky skin, a few hairs, the heavy weight of each testicle. Occasionally I would go back to teasing his ass, and he would let me know when to stop. Finally, I reached underneath completely and found his prick. I wrapped one hand around it and just held. I knew if I stroked, he would shoot right away. He was thinner than me, but boy it felt nice. I used my thumb and rubbed the piss-slit a little, feeling the slipperiness of his precum. He moaned very loudly. "Stop." I let go, then took my finger and collected the precum from the tip and brought it up and smeared it over his lips. He turned toward me -- now we were facing each other. He got up on his knees again and reached for my cock. "You're big." "Thanks." "Really big." "No, I'm not." He started stroking me, and my glans turned dark purple. He kept doing this for a few minutes. "You're going to get a faceful of cum if you don't stop that. And I don't want to cum in here. Let's get out." We climbed out, and began drying each other off. He got down on his knees in front of me to dry my legs, and before I even knew what was happening, he had my cock in his mouth. He was only the fourth person to blow me. Turns out, he was the first one who knew what he was doing. His mouth was perfectly shaped -- large and deep. His tongue was rough and flexible. His lips were tight and full. Oh. My. God. I knew I was reaching the point of no return. I so wanted to cum in his mouth, but I had never done that with anyone, so I started pulling out. He fought me with every inch of vacuum he could, but I finally shoved his lips off my cock with a pop. "StopStopStop." He stroked me some more, really hard and fast. Then he moved in again and pulled me into that warm tunnel of his mouth. He was sucking me so deep, it was incredible, and I could feel myself hitting the back of his throat. Then he slowed down, and made a gentle steady push, bringing his nose right into my pubic hair, and I felt a tight grasping on my cock. And then heaven. I had never been deep-throated before, but I knew instinctively what he had accomplished. He told me later that his brother had told him about it and that he knew he wanted to be able to do it. He held my waist with both of his hands and started moving me in and out, face-fucking himself with my cock. I can still remember the amazing feeling as my orgasm built, slamming into his chin and nose, both of us grunting. I latched onto his head and forced myself as deep into him as possible, moaning loudly, and spasming from deep inside. I didn't even think of where my sperm were going, I just needed to cum. After 10 or 15 seconds, he pushed me off and took a few shuddering breaths, and then coughed for a bit. My dick was dripping cum and spit, and looked purple enough to explode. He looked up at me. "I need to cum." I laid on the floor, feet in the hallway, head in the bathroom on the wet towels. "Get over top of me and lay your balls on my chest. I want you to cum on me." He did that as he started to stroke himself. I took hold of his scrotum and began massaging it, pulling it back gently to tighten the skin on his penis. Then, getting inspiration from somewhere, I scooted back until his balls were over my nose. The soft texture was amazing, and I rubbed them over my evening scruff. I slowly rubbed his sack all around my cheeks and nose, and then began licking it, tonguing each testicle. He was jerking rapidly, and I could watch his balls as they tightened and relaxed, pulling up tight on either side of his shaft, sometimes so far they almost seemed part of his penis, then falling back down into his scrotum, swinging back and forth. I reached up with both hands and started rubbing his nipples, and watched as his balls pulled up super tight and stayed there. I heard him yelp softly and I felt the warm splat of his cum on my chest and stomach, once, twice, three times. Then he slipped back, gasping, the final shot hanging from the end of his slit, and he dragged his cock over my chin, his balls back down, moving heavily in their bag. I stuck out my tongue and let him wipe the head of his cock over it, licking up the last few drops. That was the first time I had ever tasted anyone else's semen. He made as if to lower his head, and I think he would have kissed me. I had never kissed a guy, hard as that may be to believe. I had sucked one guy, and been sucked by four, but kissing was not possible for me at that time. Not yet anyway. So, I just hugged his shoulders until we sat up together. He said, "So what did you think of that?" I honestly didn't know what I was feeling at that point. I was very satisfied, but also disgusted that I had just had sex with a not-quite 18 year old. I was only 24, but he seemed much too young. Even though it had mostly been his idea and he had been the one stopping by. I made some small talk, but he knew it was time to go. We got dressed, his clothes were dry, he hit the road. I remember lying in bed that night, tossing and turning, turned on by what had happened, but guilt-ridden and ashamed. I vowed that I wouldn't let it go that far again. Then in the morning, when I woke with a piss-boner like a pillar of steel, all I could think of was how nice it would have been if he was next to me, with that amazing mouth. ------- Christmas came and went, January passed too. I saw him now and then at the gym, but there seemed to be a distance. February made me shiver. Finally, one snowy night there was a knock. I was fleeced up against the chill. He was bundled up too, a fur-trimmed parka covered in snow. It was one of those nights where it was snowing lots, but no wind, so it didn't seem like a blizzard. Just lots and lots of large fluffy flakes. He was carrying a badminton racquet, which looked really out of place. "Look at you, the abominable snow man," I said, opening the door for him to come in. He came in and shook snow everywhere. "I wanted you to look at this racquet to see if it was any good. I think I'd like to play badminton and see what it's like." He had seen me playing in the past. "Do you want to come in? Are you in a hurry?" "Yeah." "No." "I'd like to come in." Flustered. I looked at the racquet, pronounced it fine, and then smacked him with it a couple of times on the butt playfully. "Want to come down by the fire and dry off a bit?" We went down and I hung his coat by the fire. Pulled some chairs close and we sat down. He was in sweatpants too. "How've you been?" I asked. We chatted for a while and he filled me in on his school life. "It's been a long time since you came by. Thought maybe you forgot about me." He didn't look at me, but after a bit said "I thought you might be mad, you kind of kicked me out after the bathtub thing." "I'm sorry for that. It's complicated." "Not for me." Softly. "But for me." I decided to change the subject. "Your pant legs are wet. Do you want me to dry them?" "Only if you take yours off too." "But I'm not wearing any underwear," I said, smiling. He said, "Okay, I won't be either." So I turned my back and took off my sweats and he took everything off. He gave me his clothes and I walked over to the dryer and put them in. I went back to the wood stove, feeling the warmth on my skin as I got close. He was sitting down again, feet stretched out to the fire. His legs were squeezed together, holding up his balls and dick, showing them off. It was the first time I'd gotten a really clear look at his privates, in the light. The first thing I noticed was his pubes. His dick was buried in them. "Wow, you have a lot of pubic hair. Do you ever cut it?" I had started playing around with trimming and shaving while in university. I had never completely shaved all of my pubes, but I had shaved my balls many times, and had clipped my bush tight many times too. And I had shaved the shaft of my dick -- still kept it mostly shaved. It wasn't right then, had been about a month. As soon as I started talking about his cock, he had started growing. Now he was erect. He forced his dick down and then let it spring back. "Are you volunteering to do it?" "I guess." "I don't want to be bald," he said. "We can do whatever you want, and I promise I won't make it look weird." I went upstairs and brought back some small scissors, my electric razor, and my blade razor. I also brought a hair brush. I put some old towels on the floor in front of the fire, and we got on our knees. I used the hair brush to tease his pubes out. He had never shaved and the hairs were really long, probably at least 3". I grasped a bunch of hair between two fingers and used the scissors to cut them. I did this until I had reduced most of them to about half of their original length. His penis was dripping. I put the scissors down and before moving on to the electric razor, I took one finger and scooped up a bunch of precum from his glans and brought it to his lips. He stuck out his tongue and I wiped it all off. I reached down and got some more, and I spread it over his lips. He licked them. "Taste good?" He nodded. "Tried it before?" He nodded again. I took the brush to his hair again, then used the trimmer on the electric razor and smoothed everything out until it looked nice. I feathered it out towards his thighs and up to his naval. He had a string of precum hanging from the end of his dick. I scooped it up, and ate it myself. Next was the manual razor. I had discovered the best way for me to shave my penis itself was to just use a dry blade and gently scrape the shaft. The result wasn't as close as using water and shaving cream, but it also wasn't as itchy when it grew back. Working slowly, I shaved his shaft until it was as smooth as silk, all the way to the root. I had to hold his cock nearly the whole time, moving it this way and that as I worked, sometimes stretching up, sometimes down. It was no trouble getting it clean, it was like shaving a steel rod. Then I did the same thing to his scrotum. It was much nicer shaving his balls than mine, because everything was so big and could be stretched nicely, giving lots of room to work. There were two or three nicks when I was finished, so after I swept up all of the hair (so much hair), I went and got some baby oil. I gave him the bottle and said smooth some of this on. He just sat there in the chair. "You may as well finish." I got the message. I put some oil in my palms and began massaging his dick and balls. I knew he was ready to cum, he was breathing hard and his legs were stiff and straight. I stopped, keeping one hand wrapped around his shaft. Very softly he asked if I would suck him. "Have you been sucked before?" He nodded. "Couple of years ago. Neighbor. Didn't cum because I was too scared of us getting caught." I went into the TV room and came back with an old but fluffy blanket, and put it on the floor in front of him. Then I got on my knee and looked at his cock. Dripping, balls hanging down and resting on the chair between his open thighs. "Do you want to cum in my mouth?" He nodded again. "I've never done that. But since you were so nice to me that last time, I think I owe you." I moved in and lifted his balls, massaging them for a few minutes, then I brought his shaft into my mouth. The first big drop of precum was sweet and tasty. I brought him fully into my mouth, thankful that he wasn't huge. The taste of baby oil wasn't pleasant at first, but it was gone quickly. I sucked and used my tongue as best I could, only my second go round. He didn't seem to mind my inexperience. I had one hand around his shaft, stroking him as I sucked, and kept the other hand fondling his balls, and he seemed to really like that. I lifted off his dick and started telling him how sexy his balls were, how smooth everything felt, how beautiful his body was. When I started sucking him again, he only lasted about a minute and I felt his dick spasm and the first shot of cum sprayed into my mouth. For all the massiveness of his balls, he was never a big shooter, plenty of force though, but no gallon of sperm. I could feel each pulse exploding inside my mouth. I swallowed a bit, unsure about the slimy texture, but the next swallow was easier. The taste wasn't unpleasant. Each time he squirted, I could feel the head of his dick expanding and trying to force its way down my throat, but there was no way I was ready to try that. He moaned and sighed and I felt his body relax. I was still sucking and swallowing, but he was getting sensitive now and softly pushed me off. Then he held my head firmly and brought his head down and he kissed me. My first male kiss was hot. Very hot. He was a good kisser, let me tell you. And he didn't mind me transferring his cum into his mouth. He drove his tongue into me and explored all around. He sucked on my tongue, and nibbled on my lips. The smell and tase of his cum was all over our faces. He stood up then and turned me around so I was sitting. He sucked me immediately to orgasm. I never had a chance to think about it. He sucked, I shot. He didn't deep throat me, probably because there simply wasn't time. I exploded inside his mouth with a grunt that was almost a scream. After I finished shooting, he withdrew off my dick, keeping his lips tight, cleaning every bit of my shaft. Then he came up and kissed me again. I wasn't prepared for this one either, and I wasn't as horny now, after I had shot. But he was horny enough for both of us, and he moved what was left of my cum between us, and around my lips. The taste wasn't as nice as his, but it was fine, and I was grateful that he was as turned on as he seemed to be, swallowing my load for a second time. Finally, he stopped and I was left sitting and gasping for breath while he sat at my feet in front of the fire. He looked absolutely gorgeous, half-lying there on the blanket, in the orange glow of the coals. He was staring into the fire. "I like you," he said. I knew what he meant, but pretended I didn't. "I like you too, you're a really nice kid." "No. I `like' you." "That way?" "Yeah." "You know I'm going to be married?" Silence. He turned a bit towards me. "But you like doing this." "I do." He didn't say anything for a minute. Finally, I said "I don't know what you want me to say." "No time for me except after dark in the basement." "That's not fair. Would you rather I didn't answer when you knock on my door? I like what we do, but I don't know...." He got up. "I have to go." He was crying a bit, and I was panicking. I didn't need an over-emotional teenager who knew some important secrets. "Kirk, all I can give you is a little bit of fun from time to time. I'm sorry." He didn't say anything else, just left. ------- It was almost a year before I talked to him again. I was married, but still living alone mostly. I was driving down the street near where I lived and he was walking. It was the day before New Year's Eve, and it was snowing. I slowed down and rolled down the window. When he saw it was me, he came over. "Want a lift?" He got in, and I started to drive. He told me he was attending a small college about 2 hours away. Affiliated with a certain religion, the only school his parents thought was safe for him. They didn't know about his preferences, probably just worried about his morals. He was home for Christmas break. "Any special `buddies'?" I asked him. "No." "No one to play with?" "No." "I have nowhere to be for a bit. I could play, if you want?" He nodded. I headed to a secluded road, actually a dead end. As we drove, I reached over and massaged his crotch through his jeans. He was hard before I even touched him. "Take it out." He had grown some. He scooted his pants down to free his dick, and also his balls. Everything was hairy again. I asked him about that. "I have a roommate, so no privacy at all." He reached over and unzipped me, and opened my pants, freeing my dick, which was hard too. He rolled down the window and spit out the gum he was chewing, unfastened his seat belt, and went down on me. No guy had blown me since him, and even though he said he hadn't been practicing, he certainly hadn't lost his touch. Or maybe it was a gift. I stopped the car and leaned over and started sucking him. It was like a craving that had gone unsatisfied for a year, and it felt so good. I couldn't satisfy myself, wanting to suck and lick and fondle and kiss, all at the same time, all the while massaging those perfect balls. When I had to take a breath, he started kissing me, and our tongues fought like mad. I had my hands all over him, under his shirt, feeling his nipples; his chest, a little hairier now; his waist, a little fuller than when I first met him; his cheeks, their scruff more mature, not as soft as before. It was a man I was with now. "I want you to cum in my mouth," I said. "I want to taste you." And I started sucking him again. Too soon I felt his legs stiffen and he shot inside my mouth. His diet was apparently still healthy, because the taste was as fine as I remembered. When I sat up, he kissed me again, and we shared some of his cum. He leaned down and sucked on me some more. When I was close, I pushed him up. "I want you to watch me cum." I jerked for only a few more seconds and shot a fountain of cum about a foot in the air. It landed in a mess -- thankfully most of it into my pubes, which could be covered by my underwear. He leaned over and gently licked my glans with his tongue, cleaning me off and swallowing. Then he took my glans in his lips and sucked the last of my cum out. Then we kissed. A long, slow, loving kiss, the kiss of two people who are hot for each other, but who know there's distance coming. We drove back, and partway there, he reached over and took my hand. His eyes were wet. "Until we meet again," I said. "Happy New Year." ------- The very last time he and I got together was about a year and a half later. And it had a bit of a twist. I was out with some friends at a local disco. It was a Wednesday night -- the mid-week break-free night that we used to enjoy. I was pretty buzzed, just wandering around looking at hot guys, pretending I was straight. It was a big club, but there were a few spots where there usually weren't that many people. As I was walking through one of those, there he was, standing at the railing overlooking the dance floor. I stopped and leaned on the railing next to him, also watching the dance floor. When he didn't say anything, I tapped his foot with mine. Still no reaction. So I tapped harder. Without looking at me, he said he was here with his boyfriend. Huh. He wandered away, and eventually I saw him with a guy. They weren't obviously a couple, but if you knew what to look for, you could see the signs. Looks, sneaky touches, whispers. His friend looked in my direction. I left early and went home. Not heartbroken, more sad. I knew I was being totally selfish, only caring that he was no longer available if I got horny. At 12:30 that night, my phone rang. Not unusual -- the job I had meant lots of night-time calls. When I answered, he asked if I wanted to go for a drive with them. We chatted for a bit, I asked his friend's name, how long they'd been together. Then I said I would go driving the next night if they were around. We met in a parking lot pretty near my house. It was really awkward for me, but I think he was proud to show off his boyfriend, who was young, dark, muscular and sexy, with perfect skin and a tight ass. We drove and drove, getting more comfortable. He was in the front seat with me, and Devon was alone in the back. Finally, Devon leaned forward between us and asked me if I thought Kirk was a good kisser. That was the ice-breaker we needed, I guess. Immediately we were talking about dick size and big balls, and Kirk had a bone in his pants and Devon was feeling it up. Someone unzipped my pants and pretty soon there were 4 hands playing with me. Devon pulled off his jacket, and Kirk asked him to show me his dick. He lowered his sweatpants and a very large, hard cock came into view. He was at least as long as me and extremely thick, and it still makes me shudder to think about that cock in Kirk's ass. Kirk had lowered his pants and his erection was on display too. He was easily 6" now, bigger than he was in our earlier encounters. He was also nicely trimmed again, and looked very sexy. The two of them started masturbating each other, and I turned onto a side road and then pulled over. Kirk leaned his seat back, and they started sucking each other, me jerking while I watched. Kirk handled that big dick easily, and it was obvious they knew what each other liked. I was rubbing myself, but Devon reached and took one of my hands and placed it on his cock, and I stroked while Kirk sucked. He lowered his pants some more and I could see that his balls were almost as big as Kirk's. Wow, what were the odds that these two sets of enormous testicles found each other? I used my other hand to start massaging his scrotum, not as big and full as Kirk's, but silky smooth and beautiful. He started breathing faster. I could feel him cumming as his dick twitched and his balls pulled up. His cum started running out of Kirk's mouth, and I began to massage it onto his penis. Kirk pulled off and immediately Devon sat up and they kissed hard, tongues and cum moving back and forth. Kirk reached out to Devon's dick and scooped some cum into his hand, leaned back and used it as lube as he started stroking. Devon seemed content to watch, but I got my hands on Kirk's balls and started massaging them, and the base of his dick. Suddenly he shot, and the first burst came out of his hand and landed on his face, he tightened his hand around the tip of his dick, and the rest stayed there, oozing through his fingers. I reached over and collected the shot from his cheek and brought it to my mouth. Then I took his hand and started licking it, both his and Devon's cum mixed. Then we were all kissing -- Kirk's still sweet and tender, his tongue rough and soothing, Devon's more aggressive, demanding. After this, Devon moved as if to suck me, but Kirk moved in first and took over. He sucked me deeply, he couldn't deep-throat me because of the angle, but it was the next best thing. I didn't last more than 3 minutes, and shot with a very loud groan, more cum leaking out of Kirk's mouth. After I finished, he pulled off and turned right away to Devon, and I watched them sharing my cum. The car was a steamy den of sweat and sex. Devon opened his door and said he had to pee. He went to Kirk's door and opened it. "Kirk told me about you guys peeing together in the sink. It turned me on." He was facing us and he started pissing on the ground, his dick still almost erect, his thick stream very loud as it hit the ground in the still night. Kirk reached out and put his right hand around it, aiming the stream back and forth. The flow stopped, and Devon squeezed out one last hard burst. Kirk kept stroking him slowly. I got out, walked over to their side of the car, my dick still hanging out of my pants. Kirk started stroking me with his other hand. I switched with Kirk and took over on Devon's dick, massaging him gently. It felt so firm and meaty in my hand, so much thicker than mine. I told them I was going to piss, and Devon stepped back. Soon I was gushing into the pool of piss that Devon had left on the frozen ground, Kirk never letting go of my cock, just stroking and moving the stream around. I think we could have had a second session, but by then it was getting late. We got back to their car at almost midnight. They both kissed me, Devon in a sexy, horny way; Kirk like a lover, while I stroked his cheek. ------- Kirk and Devon parted ways a few months after that. I saw Devon around a couple of times, but never saw Kirk again. And that's many, many years ago now. I know what city he lives in, and I have reached out to him a couple of times, but no response. I hope he's been happy. Maybe he'll read this and recognize himself, and understand how often I think of him. I would love to get an email from him.