Date: Thu, 2 Feb 2017 18:43:03 +0000 (UTC)
From: Thomas Moore <uncutsoutherner@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Young Lawyer: Chapter 6

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CHAPTER VI

Will and Andrew's morning was cut short by a knock at the door.  Andrew,
frustrated, went to answer the door and discovered that it was Will's
brother who had heard that he stayed there and was there to let Will know
he was needed on the farm.  Andrew was reminded again by what a small town
he lived in and just how fast news can travel.

After Will left, he spent the rest of the day puttering around the house
and thinking about the events of the last 24 hours.  He knew he had to get
out of the house, and so around 6:00 p.m. he decided to head over to the
town YMCA to work out on the free weights.  After an intense workout, he
hit the showers.

As he stood in the shower room, letting the warmth of the water envelope
his body, his mind began to wander.

Andrew loved his own cock.  He loved it, but he didn't know what he loved
most about it.  Was it the length and hefty girth?  Well, maybe, but he
supposed that there were lots of men around town with nine inch cocks.
Really, it seemed to come down to two things as he stood in the shower
staring down at his impressive package -- it was either the enormous,
flaring mushroom head that crowned his long cock, or it was the beautiful,
snug, generous foreskin that covered the head and came to a pouty, puckered
rosebud overhang.

His cockhead truly was magnificent.  I was like a plum sized pendulum that
weighted his dick and made it swing to and fro as Andrew walked naked
around his house.  It was smooth and looked full and plump even when he was
soft.  Though usually covered by his long foreskin when flaccid, it had a
deep purple hue, and a wide, flaring edge that gave it the perfect mushroom
helmeted appearance.  It was soft and supple, and he could fit both of his
thumbs across the top of it and gently stroke it in tiny circles to get
himself hard.  When he was hard, its normal deep purple would intensify,
grow, and become an engorged purple-red, which seemed to be nestled in the
tender white folds of foreskin bunched behind it.  On the tip, his piss
slit was wide, and when he squeezed his cockhead, the pursed lips opened to
form a little gaping mouth, ready to spurt a heavy stream of piss or ropes
after rope of thick cum.

But for all the glory of his big mushroom head, Andrew finally supposed
that he loved his foreskin most of all.  It was smooth, and like the rest
of his dick, creamy white.  As a child, he didn't think anything of it, and
didn't realize that he wasn't like other boys.

Andrew's family wasn't prudish about male nudity and they didn't seem to
mind if he sauntered back to the house from his favorite swimming hole
naked.  He would frequently see his brothers and father naked, either
swimming or hosing themselves down with cool water after a long day doing
farm work, and each of them had foreskins like him.  It seemed to be a
family trait for the Fairbanks men to have long, pendulous foreskins which
whipped and wiggled as they walked.  For that matter, being well hung
seemed to be family trait too.  He remembered comparing his semi-hard dick
with his brother's.  They stood face to face and his brother placed his
dick in Andrew's hand next to his own.  He could remember how heavy they
felt and how warm his brother's dick was next to his.  He remembered his
brother's hairy bush, and how the nozzle tip of his foreskin laid into that
manly patch of hair.  He barely had any pubic hair at the time, and he
noticed how one of his few blond strands was caught inside his brother's
foreskin.  His brother's magnificent dick was bigger, since he was older,
but Andrew thought that these days he might be bigger.  His dick started to
stiffen as he thought about that day and his brother's dick.

His thoughts turned to the time when he knew he was different.  He recalled
finishing up gym class in the seventh grade, and having to take showers
with the other boys.  Now, Andrew had certainly had other buddies over to
stay at his family's farm and they had swum and sometimes slept together
naked, but as pre-teen boys, they really didn't think much of each other's
bodies.  But now that Andrew had started to develop and the meat which hung
between his legs began to grow larger seemingly by the day, he noticed his
own dick and he was curious about others.  As he and the other boys
stripped and walked toward the shower room, he noticed that multiple boys
were staring.  Looking around back at them, he could tell why.  He seemed
to be the only guy that was uncut, and since he was soft, his foreskin hung
well over the head of his dick.  He was also incredibly large for his age.
Andrew saw how all the other boys had little dicks, with barely any or no
pubic hair, which seemed to stick straight out from their abdomen and bob
as they walked.  Not Andrew's though.  His swing left and right as he
walked, slapping his thighs -- left - right -- left - right.  At the tip,
his foreskin whipped with every change in direction, and it made Andrew
think of how you jiggle a worm in front of fish to catch their attention.
He certainly had all his classmates' attention.  Far from being
self-conscious, he knew that he was different, but that they envied him,
and that led to a confidence which made nearly all of them admire him.

As Andrew continued to think about that day in the shower when he was first
able to show off his dick, he grew harder and harder.  He loved to be
watched and to have other men lust after him.  Now, as a handsome young
lawyer, he knew that he had even more to offer.  He grabbed the soap, bent
down and picked up his feet, washing each toe.  He washed his way up his
muscular calves and thighs, and spread his ass cheeks to soap up his tight,
pink little rosebud.  While he loved his own dick, he knew he had quite an
ass too.  It was just the right mix of muscle and fat.  It was perky and
muscular from years of doing farm labor and lifting with his thighs.  But
it wasn't hard and sinewy.  It was a perfect bubble butt, with a little
jiggle.  It felt good to spread it, and to explore that secret place on his
body with his soapy fingers.

"I'll come back to that," he thought, as he continued washing his lower
back, his torso, and underneath his hairy armpits.

His chest was well developed with a light covering of blonde brown chest
hair -- somewhat darker than the very blonde pubic hair which was nestled
at the base of his cock.  He had small areolas, but rather perky nipples.
From looking at them you might think he was cold even on a hot day.

He washed his smooth biceps and upper arms, and his tanned forearms covered
with almost platinum blonde hair.

Finally, he washed his face.  One of his history professors at Carolina
once told him he resembled Antinous, the lover of Emperor Hadrian.  His
blue eyes were squeezed shut as he worked the soapy water into his pores,
but when he opened them again, he revealed the icy blue eyes for which is
family was known -- their other distinctive trait was less known to the
general public!

His body now ached for him to finish what he started.  He soaped up his
left index finger once again, spread his ass cheeks with his right hand and
used his finger to gently trace the circumference of his tight hole.  He
made himself quiver at his own touch.  He knew he needed to get off and he
knew that he needed to feel something inside of him.  So, he gently probed
his finger inside his tight hole.  Pushing once, and relaxing.  Pushing
again further, and relaxing.  Slowly increasing the speed with which he
pushed his finger deeper and deeper inside his anxious, accepting hole.

He looked down toward his cock.  As he held his cheeks apart with one hand
and fingered himself with the other, the tip of his huge cockhead pulsed
with each insertion.  It was still covered by his ample foreskin, and the
puckered tip now was oozing streams of crystal clear precum.  With each
pulse of his cockhead and the contraction of his muscles, another bead of
precum would flow down toward the shower drain.  Soon, an oozing strand of
precum reached all the way from his dick to the floor, and it continued to
flow.

Now, with his left index finger deep between his meaty ass cheeks, he
decided he needed his right hand for other work.  He gently wrapped his
entire palm around the bulbous knob of his cock, and began to massage it
through his foreskin with his thumb.  He could feel how slick and easily
his foreskin moved about his cockhead because of all the precum which had
first filled up his foreskin before streaming to the floor.  The movement
of his cock caused the thread of precum to swing around and finally land
against his muscular, blonde, tanned thighs.

His dick demanded more.  He grabbed the tip of his foreskin, but his hand
slipped.  Andrew grabbed it again, and this time he used his fingers as
pincers, pulling it and stretching it as far as it would go.  He loved to
see how long he could stretch it and then let it go and see how long it
would hang past the tip of his dick.  But not this time.  His dick almost
seemed to be in competition with his foreskin.  For as long as he could
stretch it, it turned him on so much that his dick seemed to swell that
much more and his cock seemed to grow that much longer.  So, he let his
foreskin go, and with almost a snap, it quickly retracted behind the shiny
red mushroom head.

And now for his greatest ability!  Andrew took his left hand away from his
ass and grabbed the back of his left leg.  He also took his right hand away
from his dick and let it swing free as he grabbed is right leg.  Then, with
one smooth movement, he bent over and opened his mouth as wide as he could.
He could just barely fit the entire mushroom head of his dick his mouth.

It felt amazing.  It was hard to describe the pleasure of enjoying one part
of his body in two places.  He felt the wet folds of his foreskin on his
lips, and circled his tongue around the massive, tender, plump cockhead in
his mouth.  He could actually feel the precum leaking on to the back of his
tongue.  When he tasted it, it was even better.  It tasted ever so slightly
salty, but warm and pleasant.  He contracted his muscles and flared his
cockhead just to feel it fill up the space of his mouth even more.  But the
sensations weren't all in his mouth. In his dick, he felt the warmth of his
own mouth and the gentleness of his own tongue.  When he flared his
cockhead, he felt the pleasing squeeze of a cozy, inviting place for his
cock.

So, he started to suck himself.  It wasn't enough to have the head of his
cock in his own mouth, Andrew wanted -- needed -- to taste his own cum
right now.  The gentle suction which came just from moving his tongue along
the top of his dick was amazing.  But he also loved to have his foreskin
sucked, so he pulled out just a bit and used his own lips to unrestrain his
foreskin from behind his cockhead, letting it quickly slip back over the
mushroom to form a delicious little tip which was just waiting to be
sucked.  So, that is what he did.  He nursed on the tip of his foreskin as
if he were a baby needing what was inside.  He gently held his foreskin tip
in his teeth, and ever so tenderly stretched it out as far as it would go,
only to gobble it back up and put his whole cockhead back inside his mouth.

Once again, he used his lips to push back his foreskin and reveal the
massive head underneath, and then began sucking himself, bobbing his head
in a steady rhythm.

Without controlling it, he felt the muscles in his abdomen begin to tighten
and the head of his cock flared to new, enormous proportions.  Then,
without warning, there was a warm sticky flood of cum which flowed down his
throat and filled his mouth.  He could not contain it, and so it leaked out
the corners of his mouth and he swallowed it, and swallowed again, and
again.

He straightened himself up, with cum still dripping from the corners of his
mouth, and enjoyed the sound of his dick made as it plopped out of his
mouth and then rested its heavy bob between his legs.  It continued to
stream residual cum as it flopped around between his thighs.

He could barely think straight.  He was sure it was a combination of
bending over for that long combined with a really intense orgasm, but
either way, it felt amazing.

But, despite his cloudy mind, he knew one thing for sure.  He had been
watched.  In fact, he knew he had been watched since he first sprang a
hard-on thinking about comparing cocks with his brother, but he didn't
mind.  In fact, he probably might have just jerked off if he was alone, but
since he knew he was putting on a show, he wanted it to be a good one!  And
besides, he loved the taste of his own cock.

So, with his dick still half hard and lazily swinging in front of his body,
as if being pulled by the pucker of his foreskin, Andrew left the shower
room, grabbed his towel, and headed toward his locker.  He knew that he
should probably be more discreet, but it was late in the day so almost
nobody was at the YMCA at this hour, and he had a pretty good idea of who
had been taking in his show.

As he turned the corner, he saw that he was right.  There was Will Simpson.
On the bench next to his locker, white terrycloth towel wrapped around his
waist, sitting with his legs spread wide in a very manly fashion.  He was
leaned over with his elbows on his knees trying, in vain, to cover up the
fact that he had a massive erection.

"Well, hey there," said Andrew with a coy grin.

"Hey yourself," said Will.

"So have you been here long?"

"No," Will lied with a grin, "I just got here."

"Well, from where I'm standing, it looks like you haven't even `come' here
yet," joked Andrew with a wide grin and raised eyebrows.

Will laughed.  "Well, maybe I haven't, but you sure have!  I wish I knew
how to do that!"

They both stared into each other's eyes for a moment before Andrew spoke
up.

"There's no need for you to learn how to do it for yourself when there's
someone who wants to do it for you."

***To Be Continued***