Date: Thu, 2 Apr 2020 06:09:51 +0200 From: James Anderson Subject: Roger and Me, part 1 High school can be a tenuous time for any student. It is even more so for those questioning their sexuality. The message is quite simple. To be normal you are supposed to like girls and crave pussy. I thought I was simply confused because I found boys attractive and I was very curious about their cocks. This was especially true for my friend, Roger. He was tall and lean. One could tell he exercised, yet never tried out for any sports. His hair was golden and his body seemed rather hairy. Our lockers stood side by side, which gave us a chance to talk between classes. I looked forward to his killer smile and his excitement as he would boast about getting anything more average. I was elated in our sophomore year, finding we shared the same biology class. Of course I wanted to sit next to him; however, he wanted to sit in the back row. As a confirmed bookworm, I generally sat up front. I tried to persuade him to move closer to the front. "No way! Sit your ass down back here." My mind hesitated. I wanted the best opportunity to get high marks; but, when he smiled at me, I knew fate had little concern about my grade. This was our official first time sitting together. We talked about all the school drama and joked about anything remotely sexual, which in biology happened frequently. From all the hormones, high school boys are by nature sexual, at least it occupies much of their attention. We were highly curious. We didn't have the internet; we couldn't just go online and google every thought. We didn't have online porn. Roger had an apparent endless supply of photos, which he eagerly would sneak into class. He loved showing me his latest acquisition. His favorites were pictures of two guys with one girl. Some showed girls being sandwiched, having a cock at both ends. Others had the girl struggling to suck two huge cocks. The most fascinating were closeup shots of pussies stretching to accommodate two dicks. These double penetration photos took time trying to figure out how that was made and what it exactly involved. After close examination, we'd smirk at each other, confidently claiming the woman to be a worthy slut. With midterms lurking, I suggested we spend time studying. There certainly was a particular special biology to be learned from examining sexy photos; however, I worried my grade might actually reflect the fun were having, not the dedication. He agreed full- heartily, suggesting he spends the coming night at my home. I could have jumped straight through my skin. The thought of him spending the night flooded my systems with excitement. Yet, with parental permission, the next day he came came home with me. I piled our books on the coffee table, readying our activities. He sprawled himself on the sofa and stretched his big feet across my lap. He clicked the TV remote until we were watching cartoons, specifically the Masters of the Universe. It was favorite show. As we watched the hunky He-Man flex his muscles in saving the world, my hand rubbed subtly rubbed his big feet and hairy legs. After dinner, we migrating to my bedroom. He carefully looked over the various details of my room, pointing out shared interests. Then quite abruptly asked where my bounty of porn was because he was savagely horny. I didn't have any; I wasn't sure how he collected such samples. My room, despite the Rubik's cube and model dinosaur, was downright boring. There was no porn. Coming prepared, he pulled a magazine out of his backpack and lied across my bed. As he flipped through the pages, he patted the mattress, inviting me to lie next to him. He flicked through the pages and I watched intently, eagerly waiting for each titillating picture. With each page, we both got hornier. He rubbed his visible bulge. "Damn, I'm horny." he said. His bulge made me hornier than the pictures. It was exciting watching him adjust his hard cock. Soon we were both adjusting our stiff cocks. "You wouldn't mind if I wanked would you?" he asked, almost pleadingly. I fantasized about seeing his cock for over a year and, now faced with the reality of it happened, made me think I was dreaming. Fuck, I thought I must to be careful, avoid being pinched or else risking the chance. I tried to act nonchalantly. "No. Whatever. If you need to." He grinned with that stunning smile. "Great!" He stood up, kicked his shorts off, and pulled away his shirt. His back was facing me and it gave a chance to appreciate every curve and flexing muscle. He bent down as he dropped his underwear to his ankles. His buttocks clenched tight. He turned slowly, bringing his erection into view. It was fully hard and pointed proudly forward. It was thick, over seven inches, and surrounded by ginger curls. The large head was covered with skin. Fuck, he is uncut. It looked perfect. He waved his hands at me. "Come on. You are going to join me, aren't you?" I hesitated in shock and excitement. "Um, yeah. Oh yeah, sure." As he settled back onto the bed, I quickly tore off my clothes. We lied there quietly shoulder to shoulder, looking at the magazine, and touching our own cocks. Eventually, he commented, "She would have a hard time take our dicks." His arm jabbed over solidifying his comment. We looking at a girl trying to suck two large cocks. "Yeah," I said quietly agreeing with him. He set the magazine down and pointed his cock straight up, showing off the ample size. He smirks. "Yours looks even bigger." Though I was a bit shy, my dick was indeed big, being just over eight inches. Mine however was cut. He leaned his body toward me, resting on his side. "Come on, let's compare. Let's see who's bigger." I turn and our hard cocks waved closer. He pulled our cocks together, giving them both a few strokes. He looks me in the eyes and said, "Looks like you are bit bigger." I speechless, yet,as our cocks rubbed together, I muttered out, "But you have a foreskin." "Yeah. It's pretty cool." He pulls the skin with his fingers, stretching the skin. "It feels pretty sweet." I was amazed, watching the skin glide smoothly over the head back and forth. "It looks nice. It probably feels pretty sweet too." "Yeah," he agreed. "It feels great." I felt a bit jealous, watching the skin roll back and forth. "Here," he said. He grabbed my dick and maneuvered his foreskin over my cock's head. "You can feel mine." As the head of my cock moved under his skin, I was overtaken in delight. Looking him in the eye, "Fuck, that feels awesome," I said. He got another idea and positioned his body above mine. He took my hand and positioned it tightly around our two cocks. "Yeah. Squeeze them tight." His forehead rests against mine. "This is what sharing a pussy must feel like." With both hands I stroked us firmly. His precum drooled down my shaft. I continued to stroke us. His head moved down to my neck. I could feel his deep breaths. Then his lips gently caressed my neck. He muttered out pleadingly, "Don't stop." Soon we both squirted cum across my belly and chest. When our breaths started to relax again, he leaned back up smiling. "That was amazing. Damn, I bet that is what it most feel like to share a pussy." While I agreed, he smeared our shared cum into my skin. We never did study but we learned a lot about our biology.