5 comments/ 90403 views/ 17 favorites Jimmy's Summer of 1974 By: timmywells July 17th, 1974, was a day I will never forget. It's 36 years later and I still remember it like it was yesterday. It didn't start out any different than most days of that summer; fresh from graduating high school, I had gotten into a routine that was working well for me. I would sleep late, usually not waking up until noon or so, and at that point I would hang around the house all day until my Mom got home from work. We would have dinner, and then I would go over to the place us guys hung out back in the woods. Pooling our money together, we would buy as much of the cheapest beer we could, and then proceeded to drink it as fast as we could. That was the routine, and except for the nights I would have to work at this part-time job I had at the grocery store, I kept to it religiously. It seemed like that was as good a way to spend the summer as any, after all, real life would be starting up in the fall. I neglected to mention the activity that filled many of the afternoons around the house, but in fact that was the highlight of my days, at least on those days that were sunny and warm. Seeing the sunlight streaming through my blinds was incentive enough for me to get up and go to the window. My bedroom was on the second floor of the house, and one window faced my backyard, which was pretty boring. The other window - now there was where the action was. That window faced the house of our long time neighbors, the Browns. They were a family of six, but the three oldest of the four kids had moved out, leaving only the youngest girl and her parents. The younger girl was my age, but because she skipped a grade was a year ahead of me in school. Lois had never interested me very much, probably because she had always been rather butt ugly growing up. She was skinny, was rather homely and had wicked acne up until a few years ago. She dressed in baggy and drab clothes, and seemed to be trying to make herself as unattractive as possible, and it worked. She was a brilliant student though, which was probably why people like me who were painfully average academically didn't care for her. There was also a rumor that she was a lesbian, which turned people off from her too, although I confess that not only didn't bother me but made her a bit interesting. Anyway, the Brown family had a pool in their yard. It was one of those above ground round things that's about 4' deep; nothing elaborate. I had never been in it because the rest of the Brown kids were older than me and we didn't hang out, but I could see it clearly enough from my window. It was then that I started noticing Lois Brown. Earlier that summer I happened to glance over and saw Lois swimming, and ever since then I was hooked. Every day I would check over there to see if Lois was out, and if she was, my entertainment for the day was complete. Oh, Lois was still no beauty queen, at least not in any conventional way. She still had skinny arms and bony legs, still had complexion problems, and in her bathing suit I could see that she even had acne scars on her back. I had noticed that by accident when I was checking out how clearly the binoculars could see, but in reality, nobody was ever going to spend much time looking at Lois Brown's back. It was her front that interested me, and I don't know whether she was always built like that, or whether she suddenly blossomed overnight, but whichever the case, when I saw Lois in her bathing suit for the first time, I damn near fell out the window. Lois Brown had the biggest tits I had ever seen. Even in the drab tan one piece suit she wore, her breasts looked gigantic. How that skinny body managed to stay upright with those torpedoes attached was astounding, and her cleavage looked like someplace you could bury your head in. I spent that first day in my bathrobe, jerking off as I watched Lois, who would swim a bit and then come out of the water and sit in the chaise lounge to rest. My dick was sore by the end of the day, and that came from the non-stop stroking it got. Every one of the half dozen orgasms I had was incredible, and the next day was more of the same. The third day was the best. Lois had a friend over. It was some dumpy looking girl who wore a t-shirt into the pool, but I would have looked at her if she was naked, because Lois wasn't wearing that drab bathing suit, but instead was wearing a bright yellow bikini that hid very little. Maybe this was her lesbian girlfriend, I wondered as I watched those enormous jugs swaying as she moved, hoping to catch the two of them kissing or something. Nothing happened, although I thought the other girl spent a lot of time doing what I was doing, staring at the skinny girl with the big tits. That night at our drinking hangout, I mentioned to my friend Kenny about what I had seen that day. Kenny was my best friend, probably because misery loves company. He was a misfit like me, and while my problem was being chubby and not very popular, his was being skinny and equally unpopular. Kenny was a virgin, but at least he admitted it. I was too, but always claimed that I had screwed Kathy Morin last summer. I hadn't, but not for lack of trying. She did jerk me off though, so when she dumped me I got my revenge by claiming her as the first notch on my bedpost. On the way home I told Kenny of my peeping activities, and when I told him about Lois, he refused to believe it. "No way man," Kenny said. "She belongs in a kennel. She's as flat as a board. I remember her from church." "When was the last time you were in church?" I asked him. "I think she's grown up since then." Maybe Kenny didn't believe me, or maybe he did so he could get an invitation to come over to see for himself the next day, because he really liked to hang out with me. I had to get dressed for the occasion, and when he arrived around noon I was worried, because there had been no sign of Lois. We paced around the sweltering coffin that was my room, glancing out the blinds from time to time while Kenny started suggesting that I was putting him on. I told him to hang on, because it wasn't even 1:00 yet. Then it happened. Lois emerged from the house and went over to the pool. She was wearing something like a bathrobe, and as she tested the water Kenny started commenting. "Shit. Her legs are like toothpicks," he said while she walked around the side of the house. "Just wait," I said, hoping that when she took off the robe, that yellow bikini would be under it. "Who's the fat chick?" Kenny asked as Lois let her friend from yesterday into the backyard. "Dunno." "Looks like a dyke," Kenny said. "Wait, she's... DAMN!" I smiled when I saw Kenny's reaction to Lois taking off the robe. The yellow bikini was there, and Lois looked better than ever. "I do not fucking believe this," Kenny said, pulling at himself through his shorts. "She makes Raquel Welch look like a boy." That might have been an exaggeration, but the sight of that bony girl with the over-sized mammary glands was doing to Kenny what she had done to me, and we rubbed shoulders at the window to get the best view. "That one in the t-shirt - she must be a lesbian," Kenny deduced. "You know that's what they always said about Lois." "I know." "It would be so hot if they made out," Kenny said. "Look at those tits. Wonder what size bra she wears?" "I have no idea. Maybe she doesn't wear one." "Lesbians don't," Kenny declared. "She must be gay. Did you see her armpits? They're as hairy as mine." "I saw," I told Kenny, having memorized Lois from head to toe, and noticing the thick tufts of hair Lois had in those deep armpit hollows of hers would have been hard to miss. "Check out around the leg openings of her bikini. There's hair peeking out of there too." "A trail of it goes up to her belly button too," Kenny said as he pressed the binoculars to the glass. "The pit hair of hers - I gotta admit that it turns me on." "I know," I agreed, having discussed that topic with Kenny many times, since his older sister had gone through her hippie phase before heading to college. "How do you stand it? Watching her like this all day, I mean. I would be jacking off non-stop," Kenny admitted, and I guess that my expression gave me away. "Hey, I don't blame you," Kenny said after I confessed. "She's so hot. You ought to take pictures of her." "Kinda tough through the glass," I said, having already thought of it before, and because we had only a nodding acquaintance, I didn't think she would let me come over and take a few Polaroids of her for my archives. "I gotta," Kenny said, growing tired of adjusting himself in his shorts. "Mind if I use your bathroom?" "Go ahead," I laughed. "Hell, you can do it here if you want." "Really?" Kenny said. "Ah, I can't do it with you here." "I'll join you," I said, not used to staring that long at Lois without release, and since we were like brothers I figured we might as well share everything. Kenny started to ask me if I had tissues, but I was already getting my invention out of the closet. I had gotten weary of cleaning up messes, so I had improvised a way to catch my many ejaculations. "See?" I said after I had wedged the edge of the old bed-sheet under the blinds and draped the rest of it along the wall and onto the floor. "You're a genius!" Kenny declared. "Sometimes I use a sock at home. You know? Put it over my dick and wank?" "Me too," I admitted. "I was running out of socks though." "Pretty sad," Kenny said. "We should be over there fucking Lois instead of doing - you know - this." "We could go over and give it a try," I suggested, and Kenny laughed at that. "Right. Like we would have a chance of converting lesbians," Kenny said sarcastically. "If they are lesbians," I reminded him. "It's my fantasy, so in my mind they are. Oh well. Here goes." We had been waiting for each other to make the first move, and Kenny finally got tired of waiting, yanking down his shorts and underwear at once and stepping out of them. Kenny had a boner, and I giggled when I first saw it, bouncing around wildly in front of him. We had seen each other in the showers and stuff, but never with an erection, so seeing Kenny's dick like this was a bit of a shock. I knew he didn't have a big one, but I was kinda shocked at how small he was hard. Trying not to stare at him as he self-consciously pulled on it a couple of times, I guessed his dick to be about 5" long and quite thin, and the slender reed curled upwards in a slight arch. He had a lot of pubic hair though - a big jungle above his dick, and I wasn't surprised at that. Kenny had hair growing on his legs and under his arms way before I did, and in far greater quantities. That was something that I had always been a bit jealous of, to be honest, having only ended up with a dusting of hair in the usual places even after my painfully late puberty had finally kicked in. I dropped my jeans and underwear much slower, being a little self-conscious of my own body. I was about 15 or 20 pounds overweight, and while I wasn't fat, I was a little doughy, in direct contrast to my skinny friend. After stepping out of my underwear, I took my time turning around to face the window. When I did, Kenny was trying not to look at me much like I had tried not to look at him, but he failed. "What the hell?" Kenny said, staring at my cock which was pointing toward Lois. "Your cock is fucking huge!" "Is not," I mumbled in response while trying to look out the window, but Kenny spun me around to face him. "It's gotta be a foot long!" Kenny said, waving his dick in my direction. "I mean, I knew yours was bigger than mine, but damn! Your cock has got to be a foot long." "You're crazy," I said. "I've got six inches, and yours has to be twice the size of mine," Kenny said with excitement as he brought his dick over to mine. "See?" We were facing each other, and as Kenny held his dick near mine I couldn't deny there was a major difference. Kenny's dick was no six inches, and might not even be 5", but mine was no 12" cock like Kenny had claimed. My cock measured about 8" or so, although it probably was twice as thick as my friend's. "Back to Lois," I said, and we went back to our observational post. Lois has taken a dip while we were comparing our stuff, and now she was out of the pool and shaking the water off of her. "Oh man!" Kenny said. "Look at those boobs." I had my cock in my fist and was pumping it slowly while I watched what my friend was doing a play-by-play off. I glanced over at Kenny, observing his masturbating technique. He had his dick pinched between his thumb and index finger and was moving his hand up and down the shaft, and I averted my eyes when Kenny looked over to me. Kenny was watching me jerk off, and he seemed to be just as interested in looking at me as he was Lois. I surprised myself by being equally interested in Kenny's activity. That made me feel a little weird, but for some reason it seemed to turn me on, even though I had never thought of Kenny - or any other guy - like that. "Oh that's it!" Kenny declared, now looking through the slats as his fingers worked faster. "Lift your arms for me Lois. That's it... AWWW!!!" My gaze went from Lois in the act of drying her hair to my friend, whose knees buckled as his dick squirted milky jets of cum all over my bed sheet. The sight of seeing my friend cum make my orgasm race through my loins, and as Kenny's orgasm ended, mine began. As I blasted my load all over the sheet, I couldn't help but notice Kenny's eyes were glued on me, and I don't know whether that was what made me cum so good and hard, but I know it didn't hurt. "Damn, that was good," Kenny said. "Mind if I stick around this afternoon?" "Sure. My mom doesn't get home until 5." "No sense getting dressed," Kenny said. "I think I'll be back to the window a few more times." *** "She's back out," Kenny announced as I came back into the room. Lois and her friend had gone inside for a while, and when I went to the bathroom Kenny kept watch. Looking at Kenny peeking though the blinds, on his toes with his dick in hand, I was struck at how interesting his body was. His little rear end was kinda muscular in a way, and although his legs were slender, they were muscular as well. What got my attention, as it always did, was how hairy his legs were, from his ankles on up. Even the back of his thighs were coated with dense dark brown hair that grew right up to the bottom of his butt. When I got next to Kenny, he was already hard and stroking away, in stark contrast to my limp member. Strangely enough, I felt my dick starting to energize again, and while that wasn't all that odd, the fact was that I hadn't looked back out the window yet. "That other girl?" Kenny asked. "She ever take that shirt off?" "She didn't yesterday," I said, starting to pull on my stiffening tool. "To tell you the truth, I didn't care if she did or not." "Guess not," Kenny said. "As long as Lois is out there. I wonder how big her nipples are?" "Beats me," I said, and I was flustered when Kenny looked over at me and caught me looking at him. To my relief, Kenny didn't say anything, but instead looked down at my cock, which was erect again. "Bet you made Kathy Morin scream when you stuck that cock for yours in her," Kenny said, now looking right at me. "No, it wasn't like that," I said, tempted to admit my story was just that, a story. "She give you head?" he asked. "No." "Probably wouldn't have been able to get her mouth open wide enough," Kenny decided. "I think you're exaggerating quite a bit," I told him. "Come on. The head of your cock is as big as a apple," Kenny said, and after a minute where he seemed to be wrestling with himself, asked me a question. "Don't get the wrong idea, man," Kenny said slowly. "Would you mind if I - you know - touched it. I'm not queer or anything. I'm just curious." I never answered the question, and just stood there stunned. I didn't say yes and I didn't say no, but when Kenny's hand came toward me, I didn't move away. In fact, I may have moved a little to face him. "Wow," Kenny gasped at his hand wrapped around the shaft of my cock, and my breath caught in my throat as I felt his grip tighten. "Look. I can't even get my fingers all the way around it." "You've got small hands," I said, the sight of Kenny holding my cock making me feel things I didn't know were inside of me. "Bullshit. Man, what I would have paid to watch you fuck Kathy Morin with this," Kenny said. "You wear a rubber?" "Uh, yeah," I lied. "Surprised you could get one to fit you," Kenny said. "You should have fucked her in the ass." "In the ass?" "Yeah man, it's really good," Kenny claimed. "How would you know?" I said, chuckling at my virgin friend's assumed knowledge. Kenny still had a hold of my cock, his fist still pumping the sweaty shaft of my member, while Kenny's dick bobbed away near my hip. "If I had your dick for a day," Kenny said. "I wouldn't even wear pants. I'd be wiggling it at every girl in town." "I think you're crazy. Who cares how big a guy's dick is? What good does it do me?" I reminded him. "Your problem is you lack confidence, just like me," Kenny said. "We freeze up with other people. But if I had your cock, I'd be all over girls." "I think your dick is way better than mine," I said, looking at the beige stem with the pink gumdrop head. "Yours is..." "Little?" Kenny suggested. "More attractive," I said, wanting to use the word cute. "Mine is brown and veined and ugly." "Makes it look scarier," Kenny said. "You ever hold any other dick but your own?" "No." "Here," Kenny said, taking his free hand and grabbing me by the wrist, and when I resisted a bit, he almost pleaded with me. "Please. It'll make me feel less weird. So I did it. I let Kenny take my hand over to his dick, and when it was placed on his boner, my hand clutched it. "Different, isn't it?" Kenny asked, and I nodded as I felt the pulsating beneath the pale skin of his prong. "Than feeling your own, I mean?" "Yes," I said, my voice no more than a wheeze as my hand began to move up and down Kenny's dick. "Thank you," Kenny said softly. "You don't know..." He never finished his sentence, but instead began to groan, moving his hips as I pumped his dick, and then he was crying out, turning a bit away from me as I felt a surge run through his penis, and then realized he was cumming, pointing himself toward the window as he ejaculated. Kenny's face was red and sweat was pouring down his face as I milked his dick until it shriveled down to the little stem I was more used to seeing. It almost seemed like tears were mixed in with the sweat, as he seemed to be getting emotional. "Not doing this very good for you, am I?" Kenny finally said, looking at my cock which was beet red and stiff in his hand. "Would you rather finish yourself?" "No," I heard myself saying. "It's good." "Maybe like this then," Kenny said, letting go of my cock for a second to get behind me, and then he was leaning into my back as he reached around and took my cock in his fist again. "This okay?" Kenny asked, and as his fist began slowly pumping my cock I felt his body against mine. The hair on his legs felt coarse against the smooth backsides of mine, and I found myself leaning back into Kenny as he leaned into me. His pale white hand looked erotic against the darker tone of my cock, and his touch felt so good that I forgot what we were doing was wrong. "What's Lois doing?" Kenny asked, and I noticed he was looking over my shoulder, watching his hand working me over. "Swimming," I said, but in fact while I was facing the window, I had lost track of my neighbor, and was concentrating on what Kenny was doing to me, and I was trying like hell to keep from cumming because I wanted this moment to last forever. Jimmy's Summer of 1974 Finally, I succumbed to Kenny's stroking, erupting all over the sheet with an orgasm that made me light in the head. Kenny's hand kept pulling on me, long after he had milked everything out of me that he could. I was actually sad when Kenny finally let go of my dick, and after a few awkward moments Kenny went to the bathroom to wash my semen off of his hand. What had just happened? That was what I was trying to figure out as I put my underwear back on. I had just let my best friend jerk me off, and I had done the same thing to him. That was the farthest thing from my mind when Kenny had arrived, and not only had it happened, I had liked it. "You going to the woods tonight?" Kenny asked. "As usual," I told him. "See you there then," Kenny said as he finished dressing. "Lois? She's everything you said she was, Jimmy. Wish I could watch her everyday." "My Mom will be home soon," I said, looking at the clock. "Well, time enough to squeeze one more out if you're quick enough." Kenny left, and he was right. I did have time to jerk off one more time before my mother got home, but to my shame I wasn't thinking about Lois, or even looking out the window when I did. Instead, I was in the shower, stroking myself while remembering the feel of Kenny's dick in my hand, as well as the sensation of having him holding mine. The sight of Kenny naked, his hirsute body making him look almost like a primate, and in many ways so much more manly than me, was exciting me so. Why was that? Why now, all of a sudden? Was it because I had always felt that way about my friend, but was too ashamed to admit it? Whatever the reason, when I came my knees buckled with the force of my orgasm, and only the fact that I finally exhausted all of the hot water roused me out of my trance, the increasingly colder spray forcing me to stop leaning on the wall of the shower and climb out to dry. *** It was awkward hanging around Kenny that night, and I was glad that there were a lot of other guys there, because Kenny seemed to want to talk to me. At the end of the night, as we were all scattering for home, Kenny insisted on walking me home, even though he lived a few blocks away. "Uh - today," Kenny mumbled after our small talk had ended and we neared my house. "That was a lot of fun." "Yeah," I answered, putting my foot on the bottom step of our porch and preparing to go in. "That Lois," Kenny said, looking over at the Brown house next door. "Still can't get over her. You can't see into her bedroom from your room, can you?" "Nah," I said. "I don't even know which room is hers. I have tried though." "Wonder if that's it," Kenny said, nodding over to a room upstairs with a dim light on. "Probably up there with her friend going down on each other." "Maybe." "Uh - is your Mom home?" "Yeah," I said. "Her boyfriend is here too. That's his car across the street." "Boy, everybody is having sex except us," Kenny said, and then quickly apologized. "Sorry. I didn't mean anything bad about your mother. She's cool." "Hey, maybe she is getting laid tonight," I chuckled. "They do it. I've heard them a few times. It would have been fun listening if it wasn't my mother in there." "Uh, would it be okay if I came over tomorrow? Kenny nervously asked. "Boy, you're even more hung up over Lois than I am," I remarked. "It's supposed to rain tomorrow." "If it doesn't?" "Sure. Come on over," I agreed. Kenny went home, and I ran up the stairs. Entering the house, I waved at my Mom and her boyfriend Rick, who were on the couch watching TV, and hurried up the stairs, not wanting them to smell the beer on me, and up in my room I undressed and slid under the sheet, my hand going to my cock. Kenny had been right, It DID feel different when somebody else played with your cock, and very different when that somebody was a guy. *** I rolled over and looked at the clock, the sound of the doorbell waking me up. The rain hitting the window almost drowned out the bell, and after I threw on my robe I went down the stairs to find out who was waking me up at the ungodly hour of 11:36 in the morning, I could see who it was through the window. "It's raining," I said as I looked at my friend Kenny standing at the door, dripping and looking like a drowned rat. "She's not going to be out swimming." "Maybe it'll clear up soon," Kenny said hopefully. "Well, come on in," I said, stepping aside to let my soggy friend inside. Kenny followed me up to my room and I threw him a towel so he could dry off a little bit. Kenny's hair was longer than mine, and the water drizzled down his face as he grabbed the towel. Kenny peeled his saturated shirt from his body and began rubbing the towel furiously through his scalp. Kenny's chest looked just as scrawny as it had when he was a kid, and I could see his ribs as he worked the towel into his scalp. I wished I was a little thinner, like my friend, I thought while I watched him dry off. He ran the towel up and down his armpits, fluffing up those jungles of hair, and it was then that I realized I was paying way too much attention to what Kenny was doing. I went over to the window and peeked through the blinds, and it was raining so hard that even if Lois had been out there you wouldn't have been able to see her. "No way that it's going to clear up today," I muttured as I dropped the slat of the blinds down. "We could do stuff," Kenny said, and when I turned around Kenny had taken off his shorts and was standing there in his fruit of the looms. Even though Kenny was quite modestly built the briefs were not able to hide the shape of Kenny's dick, which was hard and pointing over to his right hip, and when I looked at him I felt my body tingle. "Like yesterday?" Kenny added walking toward me. "But Lois..." I said, trying to deny to myself what I was thinking, and realized that Kenny hadn't come over here to see Lois - that it was only an excuse. "No, I mean stuff like we did yesterday. To each other," Kenny said. "You seemed to like it." "Yeah, but," I said, not knowing what to say and feeling uncomfortable as Kenny stood in front of me, a head shorter than me but still managing to make me nervous. "You aren't mad about that, are you?" Kenny asked, looking concerned. "About us touching each other like we did." "Mad? No," I stammered. "I will never tell anybody about it, if that's what you're worried about," Kenny assured me. "I know that." "If you ever stopped being my friend I don't know what I would do," Kenny said, and his eyes were welling up with tears. "Please don't hate me." "Why should I hate you?" I asked. "I love you," Kenny blurted out. "Hey, I love you too man," I said. We're like brothers." "Not that way," Kenny said, and then his hand came up and slid my robe off my shoulders. I could have stopped him. Hell, Kenny was moving so slowly that I could have kept him from getting my robe off. I didn't, but I don't know why. Instead I stood there in my underwear and let Kenny's hands slide over my chest, caressing the small swells of my man boobs and making my nipples hard, and then Kenny went down to his knees. "Kenny," I said softly, whimpering almost while looking down at the guy I had known all of my life, but not like this. Kenny was taking my underwear down and I was letting him. He was taking them off of my ankles because I was lifting my feet up to let him, and then he was taking my cock in his hands and stretching in a couple of times before opening his mouth wide. My first blow job, and it wasn't Kathy Morin or Lois Brown or Nadeen Paige giving it to me, it was Kenny. The head of my cock was in his mouth and his hands were all over the rest of me - milking the shaft and squeezing my balls - and I found my cock getting really hard. I leaned back against the wall and watched Kenny's lips sliding further down my dick with each bob of his head. He glanced up t me briefly but didn't miss a beat. My cock was down fully engorged, and Kenny's mouth was down hitting his right hand, which was wrapped around the base of my member. His hand was squeezing, spinning and jerking me while his mouth left my dick glistening wet as his lips moved up and down the rest of me. I knew two things at this point. One thing was that even though this was a guy - my best friend - sucking my cock, I was liking it. Check that. I was loving it. This was so much better than I had even imagined it would be, and I had to struggle to keep from cumming as early as 30 seconds into the act. The second thing, which was something that I didn't fully think about until afterward, was that Kenny had done this before. Even though it was my first experience, there was no way that Kenny was experimenting on me. Hell, I had wondered what it would have been like to suck Kenny's dick yesterday when I saw it hard. I wasn't going to do it, but the thought did cross my mind at the time. I wouldn't have known how to even get started, never having even witnessed the act, and only having seen grainy pictures in porn that had gotten passed around our group once. My cock was about ready to burst. It felt like it must have been throbbing, and the way Kenny was kneading my balls it felt like he was milking me, trying to get me to cum. "Kenny!" I cried out. "Gonna cum." Hearing that, Kenny started sucking harder, his lips moving slowly while his hands came around to my ass, pulling me closer to him while my entire lower body tingled. He wasn't going to move away. He wanted me to cum in his mouth, and cum I did. It was the orgasm to end all orgasms. I thought for a second I was going to faint as my cock erupted into my friend's mouth - down his throat - as my dick surged again and again. Who knows how much I came? When I looked down through glazed eyes, I could see cum drooling out of the corners of Kenny's mouth as I began to go limp, and when it was finally over Kenny's lips went down to the stump of my cock and stayed there, my flaccid dick still being loved by my friend as it rested in his mouth, swimming in the warmth of my semen and his saliva. "I'm sorry," Kenny finally said after his let my cock out of his mouth. "I mean, I'm sorry but I'm not sorry. Not really. I just couldn't help it. I had to do that. Please don't be mad at me." He looked so pitiful kneeling in front of me, looking up at me like he wanted to bawl, that even if I wanted to be mad at him I wouldn't have been able to. I was shocked, stunned and confused, but not mad. "I'm not mad, Kenny," I said, reaching down and helping him to his feet. "Did you like it?" Kenny asked. "Like it?" I asked with a grin. "What do you think?" Kenny suddenly burst into tears, hugging me close as he sobbed into my chest, and I found myself embracing him in return, finally ushering him over to the bed so we could sit down. "I've wanted to do that since forever," Kenny admitted after he got control of his emotions. "I didn't know," I said. "Of course you didn't. If I had ever said that I wanted to suck your cock you probably would have slugged me, right?" "I don't know about that," I replied. "Seeing you yesterday like that just drove me over the edge," Kenny said. "I had always checked you out, like in the showers and when you would pee and stuff, but seeing your cock yesterday like that was too much. Yours is so long and thick. So incredible looking." I didn't know what to say. I never looked at myself in that way, but hearing somebody actually say nice things about me felt so good that all I could do was shrug. "After you told me you fucked Kathy Morin, I actually started to hate her," Kenny admitted. "Thinking of you with her..." "I never had sex with Kathy," I confessed. "I made it up. I wanted to, but all she ever did was jerk me off." "Really?" Kenny said with a small smile. "Yeah," I sheepishly admitted. "Wasn't even as good as your hand job yesterday, and as far as what you just did to me goes? No contest." "Cool," Kenny said. "I can do a lot of things better than her, if you let me. Guess the cat is out of the bag. I lied yesterday. When I said that I wasn't gay, I mean." "The way you were looking at Lois," I said. "You didn't look queer then." "Oh, I like girls, but not the way I like guys. Especially you." "You've done that before I gather," I asked. "Sucked guy's dicks?" "Would you mind if we did something goofy?" Kenny suddenly asked without answering me. The something goofy was climbing under the bed sheet together, and I guess it was the shroud of semi-darkness that Kenny found comforting. "Like when we went camping," I said as Kenny pulled the sheet up over our heads. "Yeah," Kenny said, and I could tell he was taking off his underwear while he talked. "Now do me a favor and turn around." Kenny had me resting on my side and then he spooned up behind me. I could feel his stiff dick against my back as he put his hand on my shoulder. "This okay?" Kenny asked. "Kind of embarrassed telling you this stuff face to face." It felt weird feeling Kenny's dick resting in the crack of my butt, but not in a bad way, and the coarseness of his hairy legs against my smooth calves felt good to me. "A guy picked me up hitchhiking once," Kenny said. "And he made me suck his dick." "Made you?" I asked. "How come you never told me? Did you call the cops?" "No. Well, actually he didn't really make me," Kenny admitted. "He drove to a deserted spot and asked me if I wanted him to suck my dick. I was scared so I let him. He dropped the car seat back and had me pull down my pants. I couldn't get hard at first because I was so scared, but then it started feeling good." "After I came, he told me to suck his cock," Kenny continued. "I didn't want to, but he insisted so I did. His cock was sweaty and a little smelly, and I probably did a lousy job, but despite it all, I discovered that I liked doing it." Kenny moved around behind me so the underside of his dick was wedged between my chubby butt cheeks, and I didn't protest when he asked me if it was okay. "Since then, I've sucked eight other guys," Kenny confessed. "So I guess that means I'm queer." "Maybe you're - what's that word? Bisexual?" I suggested. "Maybe," Kenny said, his hand moving down my side until his fingers found my dick. "All I know is, if I had a choice of being next to you in bed or Lois? Let's just say there's no choice. I'm so crazy about your cock. It's getting hard again already. Was it my story?" "Maybe," I offered. "Maybe you've just got the magic touch." "Hope so. Big cocks really turn me on. Maybe it's because mine is so little," Kenny opined. "Opposites attract and all that? Never been with anybody with one as big as yours though." "I think you make too much out of that stuff," I told my friend, who was grinding into me a little bit. "Easy to say when you've got a 10" cock," Kenny said. "It's not any 10 inches," I said. "Must be nice to not have to hide yourself from other guys," Kenny said, his hand continuing to stroke my swollen cock. "Nobody ever looks at me and gets jealous, that's for sure." "You'd be surprised," I said, and then decided to make a little confession. "I've always been envious of you about something." Really?" Kenny asked excitedly, his hips now working his pecker into the now-sweaty channel it was being pressed into. "What?" "Back when we were growing up, when your legs suddenly got really hairy, and then I saw all the hair you got under your arms?" I confessed. "Man, was I jealous. Still am, as a matter-of-fact." "Oh man!" Kenny groaned. "Why didn't you say something?" "Like what?" I countered. "Say something like I wish I was as hairy as you?" "Yeah," Kenny said. "Does it really turn you on?" "No," I scoffed, and then reconsidered my answer. "Well, I don't really know, especially after what's gone on between us these last couple of days." "Anything you want to do to me, you can," Kenny offered. "I won't laugh at you or anything. I like some pretty kinky stuff myself. Just say the word." "I like the way your legs feel when they rub up against mine," I said. "Like this, you mean?" Kenny asked, wrapping his leg up over mine and sliding it up and down mine. "Yeah," I said as Kenny continued to pump my cock slowly while rubbing his hairy leg against me. "Weird, huh? Me liking this?" "Nothing is weird," Kenny said. "I can't believe there's actually something about me that turns a guy on, especially you. This is like a dream come true for me." To be honest, I had never fantasized about what was happening here; my best friend jerking me off while rubbing his dick into my backside, but there was no denying that I was enjoying what was going on, and seeing the joy on Kenny's face and the excitement in his voice made me happy as well. "Here," Kenny said, shifting his position and mine so that I was on my back and he was draped over me, so that now his calf was rubbing against the underside of my cock, which was pulled back onto my stomach. "Is this good?" I'm sure it must have looked bizarre, this little guy scarping his hairy calf up and down my cock and balls while rubbing his dick into my hip, but the feeling was incredible, and Kenny was applying just enough pressure to keep me on the brink of cumming. "I can't believe how good this feels," I exclaimed, writhing around a little while reaching my arm back to the headboard. "Sorry," I said, realizing that my armpit was right next to Kenny's face. "I didn't take a shower yet this morning." I tried to lower my arm but Kenny grabbed my wrist and pinned it back over my head. I didn't know what I was more ashamed of; the fact that I had not bathed and was sweating like a pig, or Kenny seeing the sad little wisp of hair under my arm, something that I had tried to conceal all of my life. "Everything about you is so sexy," Kenny said just before leaning forward and running his tongue up and down my armpit. I gasped, feeling a little tickling sensation, but that was replaced by chills running all through my body as Kenny practically devoured my armpit, licking and biting the sweaty hollow, pasting the tiny cluster of hairs against my damp skin, and that, combined with the pressure of Kenny's leg on my dick, made me cum hard. "Oh man," I gasped as the last of my ejaculations squirted onto my stomach. "Where do you come up with this stuff?" Kenny rolled me onto my stomach and mounted me. I could feel his dick sliding between my buttocks, and for a minute I was afraid he was going to stick his dick in my ass, but then I realized what he was doing. I clamped my cheeks together, putting Kenny's slender dick in a vise-like grip, and this made my friend groan. Kenny humped me just like that for about 30 seconds before he cried out. I felt the cum hitting my asshole, the warm seed filling the crack of my ass and running down between my legs. "That was so good," Kenny said as his dick shrank out of the clamp it had been in. The cum felt strange as it trickled down onto the underside of my balls, making me shiver, and as Kenny climbed up off of me, he asked me to get up on my hands and knees. "Want to clean you up," Kenny said. "I gotta take a shower anyway," I informed Kenny, but he had other plans. "Later," Kenny told me as he moved behind me. "What the?" Before I knew what was happening, Kenny was behind me, spreading my ass cheeks and cleaning the mess he had made, just like he said he would. What Kenny was using to clean me with was the last thing in the world I expected. That couldn't be Kenny's tongue I felt, licking up and down the crack of my ass, but it was. Kenny's hands were prying me open even wider, and now he was working around my anus, swabbing the puckered ring with his pointed tongue. Jimmy's Summer of 1974 I happened to glance over toward my dresser, and saw our side reflection in the mirror. The two of us, naked as the day we were born. Me with my pale chubby ass sticking up in the air while Kenny was pushing his face into the crack of my ass so far that only his ears were visible. This was disgusting. Not so much the fact that not only was I letting Kenny do this, but that I was enjoying it so much. The licking was so intense and deep that my whole body was quivering, and Kenny's hands were working as well, yanking on my balls and then pulling on my cock, milking me in a way, as his hands kept sliding down the length of my flaccid tool. Kenny was relentless, his tongue thrusting deep, and then letting it glide down to the ridge between my balls and ass, where he lapped at my dangling sac before going back to my anus. It was like Kenny was insisting I cum again, but I couldn't even get hard, not just after 2 orgasms in less than an hour. My dick got a little energized again after a few minutes though, and this seemed to inflame Kenny even more. His hands were no longer sliding down my dick but were now gripping my cock hard, and the bed was bouncing with the force of his jerking me off. I came, miraculously, even though I didn't have anything approaching and erection. Looking back down between my legs as Kenny milked me, I felt a tingling run through my loins, and then watched as a few wads of cum dribbled out of my dick. Not the most intense or satisfying orgasm of the day, but there are no bad orgasms, especially when you're getting your anus licked. My orgasm seemed to satisfy Kenny, because after he realized I had cum, he let go of my cock and raised himself out from behind me. I rolled over onto my back, right in my cum puddle, and when I looked at Kenny he averted his eyes from mine. "All of this stuff," I said. "This is all new to me. Where did you learn this?" "A man," Kenny mumbled. "Couple of men actually. Older guys seem to like me. I guess that's because I end up doing whatever they want me to do to them. Anyway, I guess I'm a little experienced. I know what you must think of me." "No you don't," I said. "Fuck. How could you know?I don't even know what I think of you, if that makes any sense. You're my friend and I love you. Since I haven't stopped you from doing this stuff I guess I can't throw stones, can I?" "The stuff I've done with other guys - it was just sex. I was lonely. You don't know what it's like seeing everybody else getting girls and having fun while you sit and watch." "I don't?" I asked with a laugh. "When did I become so popular?" "At least you've had a girl," Kenny started to say before stopping. "Oh yeah, that's right. You're still a virgin. But at least you got a hand-job." "Big deal," I said. "I've had about a million orgasms in my life but only four of them with another person, and three of them were with you." "Don't forget the ones you had yesterday," Kenny reminded me. "Right. Well, don't take this personally, but even though you did a good job cleaning me, I think I'll still need a shower," I informed Kenny, and got up and went to the bathroom. Kenny was hot on my trail, and when he climbed into the shower with me, I didn't protest. We lathered each other up playfully, and after we rinsed off and stepped out of the tub, Kenny insisted he dry me off. It was almost like he was worshipping me or something, and while I enjoyed the attention it didn't seem right to me. I was becoming quite attracted to my friend's body, and it occurred to me that so far it had all been about me. "My turn," I informed Kenny, and grabbed a fresh towel. Kenny looked shocked when I began drying his hair, but his grin was a mile wide as I ran the towel over his shoulders. Kenny lifted his arms, and as I moved the towel around his armpit I could feel Kenny's eyes watching me. Stupid of me to admit being envious of Kenny like that, I thought to myself, but it seemed to make him so happy that I felt that way. As the hair under his arm began to dry, it started to fluff up, becoming the wild jungle that overflowed the little hollows under his skinny arms. "Takes forever to dry this forest," I remarked, continuing to dry even though the job was done. What Kenny had done to me back there in bed - licking my armpit - that was something I had never even heard of before, and if somebody had ever suggested it to me I would have thought it disgusting, but having experienced it... What would he think, I wondered as the towel slipped off of my hand and my fingers briefly grazed the dark brown fur, if I did that to him? He did say that I could do anything to him, and that nothing should be considered wrong. I almost chickened out, figuring that it wouldn't be as good for him because of how thick and dense his armpit hair was and he wouldn't feel it like I had, but in the end I moved my face under his arm, licking and nibbling all over the fresh thicket while hearing Kenny's sigh. "Sorry," I said when I bumped into his erection as it waved in front of him. "I'm not," Kenny sighed, and when I moved over to his other armpit he sighed some more adding, "that feels nice." "That?" I asked, intentionally bumping into his dick again. "Or this?" "Both," Kenny said as he watched me practically worshipping his armpit, and he took a deep intake of breath through his teeth when I let my teeth poke gently into the flesh under the fur before leaning back and raking my fingers through his pit hair.. "You've got more hair under one arm than I have on my whole body," I observed as I clenched my hand, giving the fur a playful tug before letting go. "Now your legs." I knelt down and dried Kenny's legs which when wet almost looked black with the thick coating of hair pasted against his skin, but as they dried the kinky feel of the hair returned, and I took my time. Kenny's dick was in front of me all this time, and although I was trying hard not to look at it, it was right there. Sticking out from that big bush, it looked lost in the forest, the slender prong straining as it curled upward slightly, the taut skin stretched to the limit. I can do anything, he had told me before. It's right there in front of me. It would be like sucking my thumb, since it was about the same size. I would probably do a lousy job, but he would understand. Just lean forward and do it. I chickened out, instead moving around to dry the backs of Kenny's legs, which were just as hairy as the fronts, at least from the knees down. His thighs weren't quite that hairy, at least comparatively, but as he bent over I could see that Kenny even had hair in the crack of his ass. "Almost done," I declared as I slid around in front of Kenny. "You forgot one part," Kenny said, and I knew what he wanted me to do. Just grab his cock with the towel, and he will probably cum right away, I figured. Hell, he had only cum once earlier, and had been sporting that boner for a long time. Just hold it for him, I kept telling myself. Squeeze his balls. He's got a pretty big pair on him. Almost as big as mine, I guessed, and they looked mismatched compared to his small cock. Looking up at Kenny, I fought with myself while I tried to make him look away. If he wasn't looking at me... and as if he had read my mind, he looked up to the ceiling. Warm, almost hot. That was what Kenny's dick felt like in my mouth. I had done it. All I had to do was lean forward and open my mouth, and his stiff dick was right there. I heard Kenny making choking sounds as my lips went right down to the base, my nose buried in his pubic hair. I could taste something, maybe pre-cum, and while it wasn't the best taste I had ever experienced it brought up something that I hadn't thought about when I first took Kenny's dick in my mouth. He was going to cum, if not right away then pretty soon, judging by the tortured sounds he was making. Kenny's hands were in my hair, guiding me as I moved my lips up and down his dick. This wasn't bad. Not bad at all. Kenny's dick was pulsating, and I swear I could feel the blood surging through the slender shaft. I wasn't doing anything fancy, just simple up and down, but it was working. "Jimmy!" Kenny cried out. "Gonna cum!" Moment of truth, and I chickened out, although I think Kenny was pulling me off of him as well. My head swung back and I saw his dick jerk wildly, sending the wad of cum onto my neck. I reached over and grabbed his dick, pulling on it and letting him cum all over my chest and neck. I kept pulling, and Kenny kept cumming. His orgasm seemed to be endless, and I was chuckling to myself as that tiny dick covered me with spunk. I was dripping semen from chin to chest, and there were ropes of his seed on my arm as well. Finally, he stopped cumming, and when his penis shrunk back into a toadstool I let go, getting up off of the linoleum and facing Kenny. "This is the greatest day of my life," Kenny said before bursting into tears, embracing me and sobbing. "Sorry I didn't let you cum in my mouth," I told him as we held each other, and I really did regret it. "Although with the load you popped, I would have choked to death. Next time, I want to have you cum in my mouth." "Next time?" Kenny said excitedly. "There's going to be a next time?" "Sure," I said. "But I think I have to take another shower. "You do too," I added, noting that Kenny now had cum on him from our hug. "That sounds good to me," Kenny said as we climbed back into the shower. *** "Are you sure about this?" I asked Kenny the next day, when he visited me early, and he assured me that he was. This time, we gave only a perfunctory glance toward my neighbor Lois, and when she wasn't in or by the pool we went right to bed. Kenny wanted to further my education, and when he told me what he wanted me to do with him, I wasn't sure. "Is that what you tried to do to me yesterday?" I asked, when he had wedged my dick between my ass cheeks and humped me until he ejaculated. "Were you trying to put your dick in my ass?" "No, what I did was what I wanted to do," Kenny explained. "My dick isn't long enough to reach far enough to really get inside of you, but I liked the way it felt between your cheeks anyway. Maybe you'll let me do that again." "Sure," I said. "I mean, I would be happy to do that to you too." "No, I want you to fuck me in the ass for real," Kenny insisted. "I want to feel you inside of me." It all made sense now - Kenny saying a couple of days before that anal sex was great. I had thought it was just him spouting off about something he had no clue about, but that wasn't the case. "Twice," Kenny had explained to me. "Two of the older men did it to me." "Didn't it hurt?" "At first," Kenny admitted. "But then the pain goes away and it starts to feel really good. Of course, those guys weren't as big as you, but I want you so bad." So that was how it was that I found myself behind my forever friend and now lover, as he raised his little rear end up high. The crack of his ass was opened as wide as he could manage, and I had greased up his asshole like he had instructed. Kenny had hair growing right up the crack of his butt, and there was so much hair around his anus that I couldn't even see the ring. The hair was plastered to his skin because of all the lube I had applied there, and even the underside of his balls were oily. I reached down and rolled his nuts in my right palm while I tried to summon the courage to do what Kenny wanted. My cock was hard - rock hard - and the more I knelt there with my left fist clenching it, the more brave I got. Finally, I moved up next to my friend and put the head of my cock around where I thought the opening would be, and Kenny adjusted his stance to help me. "Oh jeez!" Kenny cried out as I pushed the tip of my cock into him. "Keep pushing." "You okay?" I asked as I heard what sounded like sobbing coming from the pillow that Kenny's face was buried into. "Please!" Kenny whined. "Don't stop. I want it." I did as my friend asked. Getting the head of my tool in him was the hardest part, and after the ridge of the crown popped inside, much of the rest of my member slid into Kenny's steaming hot cavity. The sound of Kenny's howl as my dick ripped into his sensitive anus only made me hesitate a little, but the feeling that I experienced as his rectum squeezed my tool was too incredible for me to stop. My cock filled his asshole, and when I could go no further I began to move it in and out of my friend's bottom. I crouched over Kenny, hugging him as I humped him, slowly at first as I savored this new-found experience. My hands slid around my friend's body, my fingers toying with all of his fun parts. I tweaked his nipples, feeling the little nubs stiffen in my grasp. I raked my hands through his armpits, pulling at the hair while Kenny kept moaning into the bedding. My left hand went down looking for Kenny's penis, and I was surprised when I found his tiny stub limp. I began to pull on his dick, hoping to make him as hard as I was, and after some effort I felt a little stiffness rise. "You okay?" I asked as I leaned on my friend. "Am I hurting you?" "Yes," Kenny whimpered. "But it hurts good. Not as much now." "Do you want me to stop?" "NO!" Kenny cried. "More lube though." Groping over to where the tube of lubricant was, I grabbed the almost empty vessel as I pulled my cock out of Kenny's ass. Squirting a big glob on my beet-red cock, I glanced down at my lover's upraised ass. I hadn't been able to see the opening when we had started, but there was no mistaking where Kenny's anus was now. The gaping hole was wide open, and as I gazed at his yawning cavity which seemed big enough to drop a ping-pong ball into, the sight did not disgust me, but instead aroused me. "Put it back in," Kenny moaned, wiggling his ass in a manner that seemed to be begging for more of my cock. Sticking the tube of gel right up to his anus, I squeezed out the remains of the lubricant into his gaping hole and moved right back up behind Kenny after tossing the gel aside. This time I was not as careful or as caring, and that seemed to be just fine with Kenny. In fact, I could feel him thrusting himself back towards my plunging cock as we made what could only be termed savage love. The bed was shaking and slamming against the wall as I thrust into Kenny with all of my might, and when I could not hold back any longer I came, filling his rectum with my seed while Kenny groaned with delight. "Did you like it?" Kenny asked me after I had collapsed onto my little friend, and while the question seemed absurd I assured him that I had. "Ooh!" Kenny exclaimed as my flaccid dick slithered out of his cavity like a snake. "That was so great." "It was," I agreed, trying to get over the shock that the first person I had intercourse with was not only a guy, but my dearest friend. We took a shower together, and after we cleaned each other up, I knelt before Kenny, taking his boner in my mouth like I had before, only this time I was not going to shy away. I was determined that I was going to let him cum in my mouth, and he did. As the shower spray cascaded over our bodies, I held onto Kenny's ass while his dick jumped around in my mouth while he came. I let the hot milky seed coat my mouth and throat while Kenny cradled my head in his hands, knees shaking as he came and came and came some more. *** We ended up having anal sex again later that day, and it was a mistake. Oh, the sex was fine. More than fine actually. We had been goofing around and I was chasing Kenny around the house. I had found a jar of Vaseline in the medicine cabinet and told Kenny that I wanted to fuck him in the ass again. Kenny said I would have to catch him, even though I knew he wanted it. Both of us were naked, and when I caught him in the kitchen I bent him over the kitchen table. "Now you're mine!" I cackled as I stuck my hand between his ass cheeks, the scoop of lube finding the mark as Kenny willingly gave in. "Fuck me hard!" Kenny screamed out as I shoved my cock into the tiny portal. He was tight, but not as tight as before, and as I slammed in and out of my friend, who was sprawled over the table, he was talking dirty. "That's it Jimmy," Kenny yelped. "Stick that big cock all the way in. Give it to me hard. Don't be a pussy!" "Like this?" I asked, thrusting forward so hard that the heavy oak table lurched a little in response. "That all you got?" Kenny taunted, in an effort to get me to go even harder. In the end, that was all I had but it was enough. I ended up shooting my load deep into his cavity while Kenny cursed up a storm, and while I loved the dirty talk and the sex, the most unforgettable moment came right afterward, as I straightened up and began to pull my dick out of Kenny. "Oh shit!" I hissed as I looked out the kitchen window which was about six feet over to the right and saw two eyes looking through the open window. They didn't belong to my mother, which would have been the absolute worst thing possible, but it was close. The two eyes belonged to my mother's boyfriend Rick, who grinned at my reaction to seeing him standing there before walking back off the deck and down the stairs. "Do you think he'll tell your Mom?" Kenny asked after I told him who had looked in at us. "I dunno." "How long was he there?" I didn't know that either, and when Kenny started to get upset, I told him to relax. "I don't care," I announced. "Don't care what he saw or what he says. If he tells Mom, I'll deal with it. It was true. I was having too much fun, and liked - no, loved Kenny too much to let it bother me all that much. So what if I was gay, or bisexual, or whatever I was? I would worry about it when and if it came up. As it turned out, I wouldn't have long to wait. *** It was almost midnight when I snuck into the house. The place was dark, but I had seen my mother's boyfriend's car parked out on the street, so he was staying over. There was no sound or light when I passed her room on my way down to my own at the end of the hall, which relieved me. Maybe he didn't tell her. Rick had seemed like an okay guy in the few dealings I had with him over the year or so he had been dating my mother. Then there was always the chance that he hadn't seen all that much, although the grin and the look on his face indicated that he had. I was nearly undressed when I heard my bedroom door open, and I didn't need to turn around to know who it was, because my mother would never just walk in on me. It was Rick, and he was closing the door behind him. Leaning against the back of it, he stood grinning at me. "Rick," I said in greeting, not knowing what to say. My mother's boyfriend was about my height and probably weighed about the same as me as well, although his extra weight was more muscle than mine. Wearing only pajama bottoms, I could see the faint tattoos on his chest and upper arms, almost obscured by age and the coating of hair over them, and as he folded his arms across his chest I saw his biceps bulge in response. "Jimmy," Rick said. "Don't let me interrupt you." "Uh, I'm done," I said, having stripped down to my boxers. "You spend the evening with your little friend?" "No," I answered with more than a trace of annoyance in my voice. "I didn't say anything, if that's what you're worried about," Rick said, looking at me in a way that made me feel uncomfortable. I shrugged, figuring that nothing I could say would help at this point. "I'm an open minded kind of guy," Rick said. "You know what I mean?" "No." "You see, I really dug what you were doing with your little chicken in the kitchen this afternoon," Rick sneered. "Came over to drop off your mother's vacuum cleaner that I fixed, and there you are fucking that kid in the ass." Jimmy's Summer of 1974 "It's not - not like you think it is," I mumbled. "It looked out of sight to me," Rick grinned, annoying me with his attempt to be cool at his age by using phrases that sounded stupid coming out of the mouth of a guy around 50. "The only thing that bothered me was you dicking around with a kid," Rick said. "What you were playing was a man's game." "Kenny's no kid," I snapped back, wincing when I realized how loud my voice had gotten. "He's 18 too - even older than me. Three months older." "Oh?" Rick said. "He sure didn't look it from what I saw. Seems to me that you might like something like this a little better." The click when Rick opened the clasp on his pajamas was way louder than it should have been, and then he was tugging the pajamas down. His cock lurched upwards like it was being jacked up. Rick's cock was hard, and after being freed from the clothing, it bounced up until it was pointing right at me. "Don't look away," Rick said when he saw me trying not to look at his cock, but he needn't have said that because it was like trying not to look at the elephant in the room. It reminded me of those tests at school - the way they would word questions. Kenny is to Jimmy like Jimmy is to Rick. Whatever way you phrase it, the only word to describe my mother's boyfriend's cock was huge. His member looked like a salami as it bobbed in front of him, brown and richly veined. He was uncircumcised, and underneath the foreskin I could see the outline of what looked to be an apple. To think that Rick's enormous manhood had been inside of that tiny woman - and judging by the sounds I heard in that bedroom it had been many times - made me shudder. "Your boxers," Rick said coldly. "Take them off." "No," I replied, and when he kept staring at me, I added, "Please." "They're coming off," Rick said confidently as his hand came down to started to stroke his erection, the purplish head of his cock emerging from beneath the shroud as he pumped it lazily, "The only question is whether you take them off or I rip them off." I complied, letting them fall to the floor and stepping out of them. "Get hard," Rick said. "Get it up like you did for your little buddy." "I can't," I cried after a minute of pulling at myself made no difference, because my dick was as limp as could be, probably because I was scared. "Maybe this will help," Rick said, moving closer to me with his fully engorged cock in hand. "Get down on your knees." I went down, but not willingly, at least at first. Rick's hand digging into my collarbone brought me down to the floor, where his cock was waiting. It looked even bigger as it waved in front of my face. Almost inhuman, Rick's cock was not only thicker than mine but was a couple of inches longer as well. "Don't tell me you don't know how," Rick said as he grabbed me by the scalp and pulled me towards him. There was a stringy rope of cum hanging from the tip of the head of his cock before my lips went over it. My mouth opened wide, stretching to the limit as I forced the bulbous crown into it. I wasn't able to get much past the head of it at first, but Rick kept pulling my face into him. "That's it. Use your hands," Rick said. My hands were wrapped around the shaft of his cock that my lips could not reach, and as I started to spin my fists around his hot manhood, I heard him groan his satisfaction. "That's it," Rick said. "Suck that cock. You give better head than your old lady." The mention of my mother made me feel even more sleazy than I had before, but it didn't make me try to stop Rick from fucking my face, which was pretty much what he was doing to me. "Isn't this better?" Rick commented as he pulled his dick out of my mouth and slapped me on the cheek with it. "Giving head to a real man - a guy with a man's cock instead of diddling around with that little twerp?" No, it wasn't, I wanted to say. I would have given anything to be taking Kenny into my mouth instead of Rick and to be making love to Kenny's beautiful penis instead of being forced to gag on this thing. "Please don't say stuff like that," I asked. "About Kenny - and my Mom. I love - both of them." "You love this too," Rick said, grabbing me by the collarbone, and the feel of his grip got me up to my feet on my own this time. "Look at yourself." I didn't have to look. I knew my cock was hard, almost fully erect, and I was ashamed at my reaction to being forced to give Rick head like that. Our cocks bounced off each other as we stood face to face, with Rick in control. "Your friend - he usually the bottom or do you take turns?" "Huh?" I said, not having any idea what he was talking about. "When you fuck," Rick said, his hand still on my neck. "Do you take turns?" "No." "What's the matter?" Rick asked. "Don't you like it in the ass? With him, you probably don't feel it." "We don't," I said. "We never." "You're a virgin?" Rick leered, his hand making me wince as he dug into my neck. "You never had it up the ass?" "No," I whimpered as Rick moved me over to the bed. "Please." "Love it when they beg," Rick said, and when I started to struggle he chuckled and threw me on the bedding face first. "Soon you'll be begging for more. Where's the lube?" *** Crying didn't work, I discovered. In fact, it may have excited Rick even more. He had positioned me just as he wanted me, with me on knees at the edge of the bed, my ass way up in the air. Easier on his back, Rick claimed, as he stood on the floor behind me. Now I was just sobbing into the pillow as Rick worked a finger into my anus, commenting on how pink and cherry my puckered ring was. A second finger followed, and although the first was somewhat pleasant the second one was painful. What would this be like, I wondered? A third finger was being forced into my anal cavity, and as the oiled digits moved in and out I tried not to think about it. Maybe it wouldn't hurt that much. After all, Kenny had taken it and wanted more. "Relax," I heard Rick say. "Easier that way." "Please," I told the pillow as I felt Rick's body move up behind me as his fingers left me. "You Mom won't let me fuck her in the ass," Rick said as I felt the head of his cock against my anus. "Says I'm too big and it would hurt too much. Maybe you'll be able to change her mind for me." I knew it would hurt, but I don't think I was prepared for the searing pain as Rick forced his huge cock into me. It felt like I was being split in two as he pushed the bulbous knob into the tiny orifice, and when it didn't slide in easily Rick simply pushed harder. When the head of his dick finally popped inside of me, Rick groaned as his body lurched forward and he impaled me with his cock. He groaned, but all I could do was squeal as I bit into the pillow that was wedged in my mouth, while my rectum was filled with his manhood. Rick sounded like a locomotive as he stood behind me, his hands on my hips as he thrust in and out of me, slowly at first and then building up speed and force. This wasn't making love, this was more like being taken, and as Rick humped me like a predator I found myself becoming resigned to my role. I was supposed to take it, and like it. It ended eventually, after what had to be close to 10 minutes of Rick's non-stop anal assault. By then I was on my stomach, having been pounded down by his relentless thrusting until he had mounted me completely. I don't think he got all of that monstrous organ into me, but it felt like it. Rick let out one last muffled groan, and then I felt a soothing warmth inside of me as he filled my bowels with his cum. Then, he was climbing off of me, and the slithering of his cock as it wiggled out of me was followed by his seed trickling out of me and down the underside of my crotch. "That was good, Jimmy," Rick said softly. "Been a long time - my service days I think - since I had a sweet young ass like yours. We're going to become really good friends, you and me. You'll get used to my size, and it won't hurt so much then. Gonna be a long hot summer, and it isn't even August yet." Rick patted me on the butt and left the room while I stayed on my stomach as looked at the shadows on the wall. Beneath me were our bodily fluids, which had been warm and were now cooling rapidly. I had cum, reaching orgasm around the time when the blend of pain and pleasure had made what was happening to me change. It had started with me as a victim, a receptacle for a man taking advantage and violating me, and had ended with me not only allowing him to take me, but welcoming it and only regretting when it ended. *** Kenny. That was all I could think of. Should I tell him about what happened? Would he understand, or would he turn away from me, feeling like I had betrayed him even though I was taken by force? Or should I keep quiet? Being dominant in a relationship with Kenny, who I loved with all of my heart, and being submissive to Rick, letting him take me whenever he wanted? That would be a challenge, almost like living 2 lives. It would be tough, but that was the choice I made. In the end, I was exposed and lost them both for a time, although I got Kenny back in the fall after explaining it all to him. For a couple of months, though, I had it all. The best of both worlds, and that was what made the Summer of 1974 the one I still remember best. **** thanks for reading