Date: Sun, 7 Feb 2016 17:36:26 -0500 From: Leather Dude Subject: Gay Male/Young Friends - Losing My Cherry to My Jock Buddy - Part 2 Thanks to everyone that gave me feedback on Part 1 of this story - I really appreciate hearing what you guys like, the more explicit the better! So keep it cumming! This series is based on the true stories of my sexual exploration over several years with the boy I lost my virginity to, Carl. I changed the names to keep out of trouble. All the usual disclaimers apply - and don't forget to support the Nifty Archives! ________________________________ Losing My Cherry to My Jock Buddy - Part 2 After discovering the joy of our dicks with each other, Carl and I quickly became obsessed with getting each other off. It's funny to think back on it now, but we really were dedicated to servicing each other. It was always very even, too. We took turns and switched back and forth constantly. There was no concept of top/bottom for us then. Though I did find that I enjoyed it most when Carl took control, we'd created a pretty clear policy that if one of us wanted to do something, we both had ot agree and to do it/have it done to ourself. It was a pretty perfect way to go about it, really, as it kept us grounded and our trust in each other grew deeper. Over the months since we started fooling around, Carl and I had become undisputed gurus on the subject of sex amongst our friends. Boys at that age are 100% focused on all things sex and the topic is never very far from top of mind. I started bragging a bit about my dad's considerable porn stash (I had since found a huge box on a shelf in the garage) and one by one the boys in my class started inviting themselves over to my house to have a look. I'd of course say yes and carefully select the porn mags I knew would get their cocks leaking fast and see if I could get them to stroke with me. It was a genius little scheme, if I do say so myself. As I mentioned in part 1, I went to a Catholic school and there were only 32 kids in my class - about half of them boys. A couple were total dorks and a couple were complete assholes, but I had a crew of about 7 that I got along with well. Funny note is that of the 16 boys in my class, 5 of them were named Mark - and I blew 3 of them, plus two others named Tim and John. My dad was a lumber salesman and when I was in grade school, had a super cool treehouse built for me in the backyard. Little did he know I'd later use it to pop the cherries of my Catholic schoolmates, but that's exactly what I did. I'd bring a boy home from school and take them straight to the treehouse where I ad hidden my current rotation of favorite porn mags. Even though I knew I wasn't into the women, I know most of the boys were and that's what they'd come to see. But there were these other XXX mags that actually showed the men fucking the women - one even showed a three-way where two men were going at this big-titted blond from both ends, spit-roasting her with one huge cock in her pussy and one in her mouth. That spread always promoted zippers to open and growing teen cocks to come out. And when I flopped my big cock out, the focus almost always switched form the magazine to my big boner throbbing in my hand. The first Mark to come over was Mark S. He came from a big family and shared a room with his two younger brothers, giving him no privacy to explore the art of jacking off. He reveled in my stash, eyes wide as he looked at everything as fast as he could. He noted that a few of the pages were stuck together and when I explained that cum seemed to work like glue, we both had a good laugh that broke the tension. When I added that I was always careful not to cum on the pages we laughed more thinking about my big hairy dad blowing his loads on them out in the garage. When Mark got to the 3-way spread, I could see his cock straining the fabric of his tight navy blue uniform pants. I presented the tub of Vaseline, setting it on the floor next to the magazine stacks that sat between us. He gave me a look, I wiggled my eyebrows at him and said "It's cool with me if you want to jack off together" while we both noticed the other stroking a major boner though our pants. Mark barely hesitated, only stopping to say "you promise it will be our secret, right? I don't want the other boys calling us fags" and I assured him I'd never tell. With that, he fished out his dick as did I. His was definitely bigger than Carl's, but I still had a bigger one. He knew I did from seeing it in the locker room, but he'd never seen it hard. His eyes were glued to it now and he seemed to lose the ability to talk. I shimmied my pants off and then plunked myself down a little closer to him so we were side by side. We quietly compared our dicks for a minute. His was long and thin like he was - maybe about 5" long. Circumcised with a narrow, rounded head. Mine was a solid 6" and over 5" around, also circumcised but with a fat mushroom head that flared over the shaft nicely. I couldn't close my hand around it - the damn thing was growing faster than my hands. And it was juicy, I was a big pre-cummer, so it was slick and slimy compared to Mark's bone-dry stiffy. Mark's eyes were transfixed. Without saying a word, he reached over and cupped his hand around the shaft. He could close his bigger hand around it - Mark was easily the tallest boy in our class but I hadn't thought about how much bigger his hands were then mine. Then he just said "This thing is awesome. I'm so jealous of your dick, Tom." And then as if startled from a trance, we pulled his hand away in a hurry realizing he might have crossed a line. My going pre-cum was still connecting his fingers to my cock head though - and I started to laugh and apologize for getting my cock snot on him. Mark was about to wipe his hand on his pant leg when I stopped him saying "Hey, wipe it on your dick. It's great to jack off with," as I did as I was saying and started smearing my juice around and started a slow jack. He followed my lead and we both jacked in silence watching the other's moves. I could tell I was giving him ideas as I slid my hand slowly all the way up and down and then gave a twist to my cock head on the upstroke that made my leg quiver in a wave of ecstasy. The jar of Vaseline was right there, but we hadn't opened it. I noticed Mark getting a little dry, so I swiped some more of my pre-cum in my hand and then casually rubbed it onto the head of Mark's cock. He gasped from the pleasure of someone else's hand stroking his cock and I just continued for a bit. Stroking a little faster. I moved to a kneeling position so my big cock was bobbing up near his face. He was glassy-eyed staring at my dripping cock and grabbed it with his big hand again and started stroking at the same pace I was working him. I was so excited and warned him that I was getting close. He just nodded saying "Me, too," and continued long strokes on my cock. His huge palm and long fingers felt so different on my dick - and then I started to shoot, blasting the first load right onto his face before he pushed it down so I shot onto the floor. But he never let go of my cock and I was still working on his cock. I doubled over from the intensity of the orgasm and found my face inches from Mark's steel hard dick. Without thinking, I opened my mouth and slid him in balls deep. Now it was his turn to convulse. I swept my tongue around and bobbed up and down a few times and he moaned that he was going to shoot. I pulled up and off and jacked him until he exploded with some of his load hitting me in the face - fair is fair, I thought - and then the rest dribbled onto his crotch and abs. "I wasn't expecting that!" Mark said, his breathing still labored from his big nut. "I wasn't planning on it," I lied, "but I just kinda wanted to know what it was like." I knew better than to tell him about what Carl and I had been doing. It was better to play innocent in this case. See where things led. "Well, I don't know if you liked it but I sure as hell did!," Mark responded, laughing. I laughed to, wiping the cum off my face with my shirt sleeve. I wanted to lick it all up, but I wanted to play it cool and feared it would freak him out. "I don't know, I mean, it's not like I did it for very long. And you seemed to like it - so, I guess I'd do it again sometime if you wanted. But you'd have to do it back to me," I said. "Deal!" Mark replied. I smiled knowing I'd created another fuck buddy and I couldn't wait to tell Carl. - End of Part 2 -