Date: Thu, 6 Dec 2007 09:45:20 -0800 (PST) From: doned88 Subject: Handiwork Mom used to stand there as I practiced the scales. And I was only five years old. I hated it. I hated her. I hated the damn piano. But everyday I was there, my tiny legs dangling over the bench and my fingers stretching to flex in the right order so she wouldn't tell me "AGAIN" over and over. By the time I was six, I had a real teacher and would go to her house for lessons twice a week. I looked forward to that because I was able to go to someone else's house just like older kids. Of course when I got home I had to perform for the folks what I had learned that day. Lessons continued. I never thought of not going or refusing to perform for my parents or other relatives. It was part of my life. So performing at High School didn't scare me. I sat at the piano cognizant that my basket ball buddies were among the hundreds of kids in the auditorium. No biggie. Instead of the rock n roll or boogie things I played for my friends, I had to play a classical number. It was the one I performed at the regional competitions the week before. I sat and ignored the jokes, cat calls and comments about my tuxedo I heard. As usual when I played I went into a zone of my own. Nothing was in my head but the sounds of the piano that over the years had become part of me. I played. I knew my fingers were flying across the keys. It was natural; I made me feel full of the ancient composer's masterpiece. Then I was done. There is always a time when I finish playing that is like a dream. It's like diving into a pool and slowly surfacing. When I emerge from it's depths into the air, a rush of oxygen flows across me as well as into my lungs. And so it was that day. But instead of the sudden air, there was silence. I blushed with embarrassment realizing that I wasn't performing for adult music critics; it was for a bunch of fellow teenagers who were more likely to be appreciated of hip-hop then Mozart. Then something happened. It was like a sudden storm, an exhale of some god of wind and fire. And it stunned me. The applause was deafening. The cheers were unexpected. They were actually standing. I didn't know what to do. I stood and bowed as I had at the competition. The crowd only got louder. I guess they were as surprised at my performance as I was at their response. Slowly reality replaced the fog of my reaction. I saw my buddies standing, whistling and applauding using the arms of their seats so they could be higher then the others. I teared a bit I had to admit and bowed and looked both ways like some stunned Oscar winner not knowing where to go. The Principal waved me to the wings thankfully. "Hey Dude that was fantastic" Brian yelled as I walked towards the group of friends I usually hung out with. I had rid myself of my tuxedo and dressed in my usual jeans short and t shirt headed outside for lunch period. "I never knew you could do that" Akron, we called him that because he just moved from Ohio, added. "I did" Sam smiled wider then usual. I elbowed him knowing what he meant. The chatter ended short of turning me bright red and we talked about the usual stuff from sports to girls, homework to bitching about parents. "How did it go honey?" Mom asked as I tossed the wardrobe with my tux on my bed. I had seen her standing in the back of the auditorium trying to hide behind the standing audience. But I pretended I hadn't seen her. It was cool. As I got older she tried to be more subtle. "Fine Mom, Brian and Sam are coming over" I yelled back. And that's why I'm writing this. But first let me explain Sam's comment. "I did" sounds simple, right? The smile might tip you off if you had seen it. "Man you have huge hands" he told me a year ago. We were both at that age when body parts seem to grow disproportionately. Unfortunately for most of us it was usually the wrong body part. "Yea I guess all that piano crap" I said. Don't get me wrong by then I had gotten to love playing the piano. Without any prompting I'd plug in my headsets and attack the electronic keyboard I had received as a Christmas Present when I was only ten. While other kids were obsessed with video games, I was usually trying to imitate songs I downloaded. But don't get me wrong I'm no geek. I play basketball, hang out with my friends, look at breasts with them, and sneak sips of beer and puffs of pot when I can. "Shit man your hands are fucking huge" Sam repeated his admiration holding his hands to mine. His thumb didn't even reach half way the length of mine. "Here" he said and unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out. "Wrap it around this" his cock grew hard in seconds or even less. "I'm not touching that thing" I said in mock horror. I had seen it before. It was fat...far fatter then mine or others I had seen. Brian had a long one; Akron had one that was uncut and meaty too. But Sam had one that was so fat I was surprised when it got hard. We had done some circle jerking and even some contests before at sleepovers. But we weren't kids anymore. "Come one, it won't bite and I even wash it" Sam smiled as only Sam did. He seemed to be always smiling. I had never touched Sam's cock or anyone's cock until that afternoon. I wrapped my long fingers around it and pressed my thumb against it. The tip of my thumb landed against the gland so that the edge was aligned with his tip. "Shit man that feels fantastic. Got any lotion?" He asked as he pulled his t shirt off. Sam had a nice chest. I didn't know if it was genetic or his love for swimming that developed his pecs before any of the rest of us. He did do a lot of butterfly strokes in the pool. I once surprised myself by getting a boner watching him do that. Of course he was naked at the time and the sight of his bare shoulders alternating coming to the surface with his bare round buttocks just seemed to excite me. The others noticed since we were all naked in a late night skinny dipping episode at Sam's pool. I got ribbed so hard I dove into the pool to cool off and hide my erection. In the darkness of Sam's bedroom that night we all were grunting and moaning as we jacked off. The silhouettes of our hands and cocks were clearly seen as we lay around the room on our sleeping bags. And the joy of knowing we were all doing it made it even hotter. "Lotion? You want to jack?" I asked releasing his cock. I got the plastic bottle of Aloe I kept in the bedside table. Mom had gotten it for me after I came home with sunburn that made me look like Spiderman's suit .. the red part. "Here" I aimed it to squirt in his hand. "No your hand" He said. I figured he wanted me to go first. Ok you're thinking I was dumb right? I guess you're right. Anyway, I pulled out my own cock which was hard now. Sam had dropped his pants and stood there naked and hard. So I stripped bare too. "Good idea, in case I get some on you" he said. I laughed. We all threatened to shoot our spunk at each other when we jacked together. And once or twice puddles of each other's cum did land on each other. We never made anything of it. "Come on" he said moving closer so his fat hard cock was practically in my face. "I'm not sucking that thing" I said. "No fag stuff, just use your hand" He said. It was then I realized my own cock wouldn't be feeling my greased up hand. I lifted my prepared hand and put it back on his cock. "Ohhhh" he said "nice, go slow at first" I stroked him and was both surprised and excited as he reacted when I stroked his cock. I was in control of him. It wasn't unlike playing the piano. As I squeeze his body reacted. When I moved my thumb over the edge of his defined cock head, he squirmed. My arm was getting tired I guess cause at one point, Sam opened his eyes "Shit man don't stop, whatever you do don't stop, I'll do you after" he begged. I didn't stop. His fat cock fit my big hands easily. I didn't have to even squeeze just let my palm slide up and down. Then inspired by his whispered curses, moaning, body gyrations, I moved my hand to the top of his cock, still stroking but using the tips of my fingers to press into the vein that ran the length of his cock. "Oh shit, god not yet" he begged his own body not to end the session. I ran my head around his cock; I palmed the top of his cock. My other hand moved to his ballsac and my long fingers encircled them. Like his cock, it was fat. But my long piano playing fingers wrapped around the fleshy bag easily and squeezed. I kept stroking as I did this and Sam practically was crying. His cock had moments before started to leak precum. I looked up at one point and when his eyes were closed I stuck my tongue out to taste the stuff. My own precum tasted kind of sweet. His was even sweeter. I wanted to taste more but dared not less he knew I was doing fag stuff. When he came it was literally a blast. It shot on my face and then my chest. And he kept coming. "Keep stroking man" he begged and it seemed the more I stroked him the more streams his body emitted. Some landed on my lips and I licked it. "Salty" I thought. "Shit man I'm sorry" he said reaching for my face to wipe his sperm off it. His cock was still oozing out stuff. "Christ I owe you big time" he said. My arm was tired but it didn't matter. I was stroking myself furiously almost immediately and came soon there after. When I opened my eyes Sam was standing there smiling as usual, his fat cock in his hand. It seemed to be softer then before but I wasn't sure. Some of his sperm had landed on me while I was jacking myself. "I was gonna do you man" he said. "Couldn't wait" I said as I got up to get a wet washcloth from the bathroom. So now you know the meaning of his comment after my school performance. Akron was the first to come into my bedroom. Sam was right behind him. "Where's Brian?" I asked as I finished pullin on my shorts. "He's coming later" Sam said. "I told Akron about your talent." I knotted my brow in confusion. Akron was in the auditorium I knew. "Weren't you there?" "Oh yea man that was amazing" he said. "No I meant your other talent" Sam said smiling as usual. "You said you wouldn't tell anyone" I said realizing our months ago session and several more that happened since then was what he referred to. "I didn't. But he's our buddy" Sam said. "You mean Brian knows too?" I asked. "Yea we all know stuff about each other that nobody else knows" Akron "it's cool, for example Brian - - " Sam interrupted him. "Later dude, right now pull out your Johnson" he said as Sam retrieved the nearly empty bottle of Aloe from my bedside table. You see, after that first time I wrapped my wide reaching fingers around his fat boner, we kept doing it. Sam fulfilled his promise and jacked me. So I didn't hesitate to jack him several other times. Sometimes we did it to each other at the same time, sometimes not. When he slept over at my place or me at his place, we'd wake each other up unexpectedly and do it or take care of each other's morning wood. Akron's cock was nice; hell I had come to the belief that all cocks were nice. After my hand had played Sam's cock like a piano, I began to sneak more looks at cocks in the locker room at school or the gym. I ached to jack some I seen but only jacked myself while thinking about them. "Buddies do stuff for each other" Sam said as he held my hand and squirted Aloe in my palm. There was no question what I should do. I ran my fingers up and down the length of Akron's erection. He giggled. I was amazed that the fleshy hood that usually covered the tip of his cock was gone as his meaty cock was rock hard. I had noticed this before but not close up. I was gonna say something to Sam but he had sat at my computer and was typing away. I couldn't see the screen so I presumed he was looking at the usually sites with bare breasts we all looked at when we hung out together. His skin moved as I stroked it unlike Sam's which was stretched tight. I guessed it was because Akron was uncut and had more skin. I got more interested realizing I could learn things about Akron's cock. I stroked, fingered, pressed, and when I thought Sam wasn't looking I tasted the precum his cockhead slit excreted. "Squeeze harder and go faster" Akron said. He seemed surprisingly used to having someone jack him. I did as he said and saw him sigh in pleasure in response. I thumbed his cock head and he flinched. But instead of avoiding it, I did it again and again making him flinch each time. His chest and stomach were heaving as he was breathing so deep it was louder then his moaning and cursing. When he came he pulled his cock out of my hand and spurted all over the place including me. So like Sam's spunk, I got the chance to taste it as I licked my lips. "Should have taken off my shirt" I said looking at the wet spots. "Sorry man, that was nice" Akron said "I owe you" he said. I realized I hadn't bared my own boner leaving it instead to grow in my shorts tenting them. "What about now?" he asked. I was ready to lay on my bed, take off my gym shorts and let him take me to that secret place I go to when Sam jacked me. He could see my reactions but not the visions in my head. They were full of naked men, of Sam, Akron, Brian and strangers. They were of the wrestlers I had seen wearing tight singlet that barely hid their excitement at rubbing their bodies against each other images of Speedo wearing swimmers and divers. Memorized naked men swimming at the YMCA, even my father were there too. I tried to change the images when Dad showed up. But in the recesses of my mind where I buried unwanted embarrassing moments, bad test scores, bad performances and my Mom nagging me as a 5 year old, Dad's body appeared. I realized it wasn't because he was my Dad; I was comparing naked men, that's all. So my mind continued its journey until Sam's unrelenting grip made me explode. I wondered if Akron would know what to do as well as Sam. Like me, Sam had learned how to make me respond. "Hey guys" Brian appeared suddenly. "I see you got started without me" he said seeing Akron half naked, Sam at the computer and me taking my wet spot shirt off. "Great" Sam said standing up "I was just introducing Akron to his special talent. "Now it's your turn". I figured I was about to touch Brian's very long cock and slip and slide on it till I could taste it and feel it's spit-out sperm. "Man let me rest a minute' I said wiping my hand on my discarded t-shirt. "I think you don't need a rest from that tent" Sam said helping me to my feet. He knelt and pulled my gym shorts down. I saw Brian was stripping naked at the same time. "Lay on the bed, we've got a surprise for you" Sam nudged me and I let him guide me to my bed where I usually lay in the darkness masturbating until I was tired enough to sleep. "You're not the only talented guy here" he added "right Sam?" Sam moved to the bed and got on his hands and knees above me. His long cock was rock hard and I was trying to figure out how to reach for it from where Sam had put me. "Close your eyes" Sam said. The last time he said that and I complied was when he added butthole fingering to our jack off sessions. I gasped but took it, trusting Sam with my gonads by that time for many months. It was fantastic. The moist feeling almost made me shoot immediately. I opened my eyes to see Brian's head over my crotch. "He's got a tongue that you wont' believe" Sam said I had already been introduced to his tongue inside his mouth. All I could do was let it happen as my cock felt the grip of his lips, the flicker of his tongue and the roof of his throat. When I came it flowed like a river. There was a feeling inside me as my valves opened, not like a sudden explosion but like some little persons inside me flicked a switch. I knew his fingers were inside me. I figured Sam had told him I liked that. And maybe his finger found the switch that made my balls empty. "Shit man you had tons of cum" Brian said. I opened my eyes and saw his smiling and wet lips. "Sorry man" I realized he had swallowed the tons of cum he talked about. "No it's ok, very ok, it's about time I added yours to Sam's and Akron's" he said. "I hear you have a talented hand" We watched s I stroked that long cock of his until he begged me to stop. "Ignore him don't stop" Sam said. He was standing behind Brian his fingers pulling the guys nipples. So I ignored him and kept stroking, using both hands by the way, until his cum splattered my face. "Watch out I'm gonna blast" he warned me but I didn't move. The guys laughed seeing my face full of his sperm dripping down. "Better wash that off" Akron said. "No it's ok" I openly licked his cum off my lips and smacked them as if I tasted chocolate. "Yummy" I said and they all laughed. I did have to wipe my face though. Man you wouldn't believe how much cum that guy had inside him. We sat around in our various stages of undress. "Boys you staying for dinner?" Mom's voice came through the door. Sam and Akron said they had to go. Brian said he was sticking around. I said "good" to him low enough that I didn't think the others could hear. "So man I guess we four are married now" Sam said. We made a pact never to tell anyone about what we did or would do with each other. It was interesting that when Akron added the words "or would do" none of us seemed surprised. We bumped knuckles, which is what we do not instead of shaking hands and it was our bond. "So man, today was a blast" Brian said as he stood in my bedroom later that night. We had chatted with the adults, watched TV and listened to CD's. He even asked to listen to one of my concert CD's. I wanted to jack him off while he listened and even squeezed his crotch in appreciation when he told me how good a pianist I was. "You can sleep here" I said as I stripped off my underwear "Sam does" I added. Brian stepped over his sleeping bag and moved to the bed. "But I have one favor to ask" I said. "Always ready for that" he smacked his lips. "Akron wants me to do him every day after school. That boy's got sweet cum". "What about Sam?" I asked. "Oh he likes it but he says he likes your hands" Brian said "I agree you got great hands" he lay beside me on the bed. "So what do you want to do first?" Brian said as he pulled my underwear down my legs. "Well there is something else I've been wondering about but never tried. Ever since Sam started fingering me, like you did today, I wondered...." Brian giggled, "You think my cock is long enough?" I won't bore you anymore with how four friends experimented, satisfied and kept each other very happy for the remaining years we hung out together. And since then, when we get together, how we relive the good times. They appear individually or sometimes all of them at my concerts. And I show up when Brian comes home on leave or get Sam to come to town when I'm back in San Francisco, my hometown.. Of course, Akron never needs an invitation. He lives down the street with his lover. They still appreciate my handiwork and I their individual talents as well.