Date: Mon, 22 Dec 2003 23:12:08 +0000 From: james peters Subject: HIGH SCHOOL - Soccier-13: part 2 Thanks to the five people who had replied. Here is Part -2; sorry to leave your 'dangling.' YES, it is a true story. == >From Part-1: we were in the shower. Part-2: I held his monster in my hand....and it grew and grew. Blake backed out of the shower and into the bathroom. He did another side-by-side comparison. "Are you sure your mother won't be back until the morning?' he asked. 'Yup' said I. "Neat...let's have the shower later:...and moved into the bedroom. Ashamed of my 4 incher, I had my hand cover it while he strutted proudly around MY room!! The full-sized mirror didn't help much...well it helped highlight the differences in our bodies. "Have you got a ruler handy? he asked, and walked over to the desk without waiting for an answer. He returned and measured my 4 incher, then measured his. "Haven't measured mine for about three weeks" he said. The result: 8.8 inches. "Do you want to wank it? he asked. Without a word, I gave him my answer, placing my right hand on his 8.8....and not knowing exactly where to place it...top or bottom or in the middle. As soon as the motion began, he sat on the bed edge and lay back, throwing his arms behind his head. It didn't take long before his whole body was heaving, the heat built up around my hand, and out it spewed...some ten spurts of white cream. After the first two or three spurts, Blake rolled over onto his side, so that the remaining spurts hit the bed. As the last lot trickled out, I couldn't help but notice that his last dribble produced about the same amount as my main spurt. "Wow...that was awesome" said he.."now let me do you." Well, you can imagine! His large hand totally consumed my 4 incher. He ended up using three fingers and his thumb. We cleaned up the bed and wiped stuff off the floor. By this time, his monster had softened and it was still bigger than my big. And his hair: area-wise, it covered at least 10 times my pubic area. "Shall we shower now? he asked. This was the first time he didn't take the lead. I was all for putting on clothes after we emerged from the shower, however Blake had other ideas. He walked around naked, not that I minded. "Come on...leave your clothes off man" he pleaded. I complied as I was growing accustomed to the shame. "I like your dick" he ventured "sometimes I think mine is just too big...gets in the way and stuff." "What do you mean?' asked I. "Well, when I run, it flops all over the place; when I fall I usually crush my nuts." And did he have nuts !! while mine had hardly descended and my bag was about the size of a golf ball, his sack could hold about four or five golf balls !! As we sat and talked, I hands were groping all over his monster. Surprising, he didn't explode; he had great control over it. "Wanna suck it? he said with a mischevious grin on his face. Within a second I was on the floor, kneeling at this feet, trying to get his monster head into my mouth. The usual moans and then BLOW....he sat up , held my head in place and blew his second load so quickly that swallowing time was non-existent. With cream dripping down the sides of my mouth, wanting to spit out the entire mouthful, yet feeling the pressure to swallow. I swallowed. "My turn to do you." said Blake,and we changed positions. He had done this before, as he worked my slit to perfection. I came, and I think blew a load bigger than my first one ten minutes before. Not bad for a little guy. To cut a long story short, we slept in his bed, with me on his arm, with me on his chest, with me smelling and licking his armpits. We fell asleep at some point, with me waking at about 4.30am, to check the garage from my window. No car...mother was still at work. == More later