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Subject: Little Red Roosters Chapter 1 This chapter was first posted to Nifty 11 years ago today. I’ve done some rewrite and updating. N-joi. Like many of you, I’ve seen more than my share of nude boy pix on the net. Anyway, I’ve also seen my share of well endowed young teens, that is, boys at least an inch, or more, over the average for their age. So, I got to wondering what it would be like if they formed a mutual society club and this story is the result. I hope it’s as interesting to read as it was to write. As always, N-joi Hugs Tag_m ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A lot of people deny that the club exists and they believe so for a variety of reasons. They don’t believe that teenage boys can be that secretive or keep a secret that big. They don’t believe that an organization can be that big and there be no proof of it. No one who didn’t belong had ever infiltrated the club. No pictures existed because the rules were very explicit on that subject. No adults were allowed to join the club or attend any meetings except under very special and equally rare circumstances. And once a boy turned sixteen or seventeen he generally moved to the next oldest group, the 16-19 or so age group. So, those are some of the reasons why people that have heard of it don’t really believe it, considering the club to be another urban myth. My name is Tristan and I’m here to tell you that the club does exist and it has chapters in every major city on the west coast, possible the east coast by now for all I know. And I know all this because I was one of the original founders of the club over twenty years ago. How it happened was sort of interesting. I turned thirteen on August 4th and at that tender age I was sporting a seven and a quarter inch cock. Needless to say I had been the hero of my seventh grade gym class; endowed with that which every boy aspired to have. My gym teacher even took me aside once and asked if any of the other boys teased me about my physical attributes and when I shook my head he assured me that if I had any problems or questions to feel free to come talk to him. I never felt the need. I wasn’t a large boy at thirteen, barely five foot one and a hundred fifteen pounds in soaking wet clothes. I suppose that’s part of the reason my dick looked so out of place. I had a very sparse amount of light brown hairs growing down there but none on my balls yet, the smooth bag of eggs having developed early also and hanging long and loose between my pale thighs. I loved tugging on them when I beat off, it seemed to make me squirt out my sperms better or something. So, anyway, shortly after my birthday I was at the community pool in our West Side neighborhood stripping my suit off in the shower. As always there were stares from younger boys and sneaking glances from older ones. I was pretty used to it by then and paid it no mind. “You ever get tired of being stared at?” I heard a melodic voice ask quietly behind me. I turned to see a boy about my age and size, a few months older I found out later, who was smiling at me and peeling his own suit down. It was that movement that caused me to glance down and discover that the boy that was hung like I was. “As you can guess I get it a lot too. You got a nice one though,” he said which I felt gave me permission to look at him. Like me, he was a good seven inches long but had more hairs than I did, the patch of black curls restricted to the very base of his thick boy meat. His balls weren’t quite as big as mine and didn’t hang as low either but they were just as smooth. “Yeah, I do so I guess we’re in the same boat. You got a nice one too,” I said returning the compliment and meaning it sincerely. “Thanks, my name’s Andrew. But never Andy,” he added with a laugh. We shook hands while I told him my name was Tristan and always Tristen which caused him to laugh, a sound that I found I liked. Then we both went about rinsing the chlorine from our mostly smooth, flat bodies, both taking plenty of time with our cocks and our balls and even our buttholes. We soon discovered that if one big dick caught attention then two together was even more so but we ignored it. “They’re all jealous you know,” Andrew said with a chuckle. As we stepped out of the shower my new hung friend asked if I wanted to meet outside and go for a milkshake or something so I nodded my head so we went to our lockers and got dressed. As I dressed the conversation thus far ran through my brain. I wasn’t thinking of Andrew in any sexual way because my thinking hadn’t progressed to that stage yet. I wondered what we’d talk about but knew that our cocks would be part of the discussion. Having a big dick at an early age carries a lot of baggage, no pun intended. I suppose it does at any age but at least older guys had learned way to deal with it, snappy comebacks to peoples jokes and comments about snakes, pythons, horse cocks and the like. You can’t really talk to anybody about that sort of thing because unless the other person has a big dick too, they don’t know what it’s like. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t complaining. I’d certainly preferred large to small any day of the week and I knew a few stubby dicks from my PE classes. I found myself looking forward to talking with Andrew and hopefully getting to know him better. We can always use another friend. I met Andrew outside and Ten minutes later we were seated at a patio table at a little burger shack across the street from the pool. It seemed that Andrew had moved to our area of the city from the north end and would thus be attending the same school and grade that I would be. After a lot of the basics were out of the way we got down to the business of the common factor that had brought us together, our big cocks. It turned out that we both started growing when we were eleven or so and both had reached six inches before we ever had a single hair. Both of our fathers had the facts of life talk with us early for both fathers admitted that they too had matured earlier and faster than other boys. Neither parent had taken the opportunity to show their sons their own cocks however. We’d both taken some good natured teasing, both been called horse or dong in gym class. Andrew had never heard the comment “snake master” but certainly thought that it was funny as fuck. Of course more than one boy wanted to know how big it got when it was hard and a few wondered aloud how cool it would be to suck your own cock which I hadn’t tried yet but Andrew had, a fact that he admitted to with a big, toothy smile. “Every boy dreams of getting their dick sucked,” he’d said, “but we can live the dream anytime and anywhere we want.” “I wouldn’t suggest it at the dinner table,” I quipped and he laughed hard at that one. Getting a boner when you didn’t want one was a problem that plagued all boys but when your dick is as big as ours it’s a whole lot harder to hide or to even readjust it. Underwear was kind of a problem at times too cuz boys didn’t wear boxers then, only briefs and believe me, my waist size didn’t provide the pouch needed to contain me sometimes, so things could be tight and uncomfortable. Jacking off was pretty cool cuz we had plenty to work with and our balls were bigger than just about every other boy our age and like me, Andrew’s were pretty sensitive. Plus, we made sperm, sometimes three or four good squirts of the stuff. We had both had our first sperming early in our 12th year. So, Andrew and I sipped milkshakes and commiserated about the problems of being a big cocked boy but we also discussed the benefits, as stated above. “I wonder if there are lots of other boys like us,” I said in passing and Andrew said he knew of a couple of boys. “Maybe we should start a club or something, I responded, “I mean, they got clubs for everything else.” “Ha ha ha ha,” Andrew laughed. “Yeah we could call it the long cocked club.” “Yeah we could even charge dues and stuff, maybe get t-shirts made or something,” I added. “Yeah except I don’t think we could get that printed on a shirt and no way could I ever wear it anywhere. I mean, my parents would kill me if they ever saw it and we’d probly get arrested. Besides I already get enough attention from the goddamned thing, I don’t figure that I need to advertise it.” I could see what he meant and agreed with him. Things were getting pretty loose in the year of 1968 but no way could a thirteen year old boy get away with a t-shirt that had that printed on it. “So have you ever done any stuff with another boy Tristan?” Andrew asked me in a low conspiratorial voice. I felt my face blush a little bit cuz I had actually messed around a little bit with a couple of other boys, jacking off together. That led to a discussion about beating off and nut tugging and other kinds of boy sex talk. It also led to an invitation to spend the night Andrew’s that coming Saturday. That night I lay naked on my bed, a cooling breeze tickling my body. I did that frequently and not for reasons of feeling sexy but just cuz it was so much more comfortable. I had gotten up and put a Stones album on my record player and was sort of waiting for the song Little Red Rooster to come on. I loved the Stones and the Beatles and all kinds of other rock groups and my izmit escort parents were good about letting me listen to their albums cuz I was real careful with them. I loved the song, Little Red Rooster; the slow heavy beat as well as the lyrics. Although I didn’t understand the concept at the time I would grow up to be a blues kid, loving the blues with every fiber of my soul and Little Red Rooster was one of my early influences and favorites. So I lay there idly playing with my dick thinking about what Andrew and I had talked about, a club for boys with big dicks. I wondered what such a gathering of boys would do, as a club. I mean in cub scouts we’d had plenty of stuff to do. I knew that clubs at school talked about and did stuff that the club was formed for, like math or science club. So I guessed we could hang out and talk about big cocks, maybe compare cocks, have a cock of the month award or new cock award if we got a new member; something. The song came on and I got up and turned the volume up but not enough to earn a thump on the wall. I let the beat flow through body and listened as Mick talked about having lost his Little Red Rooster and if anyone saw him please drive him home. I felt my dick begin to thicken and by song’s end I was full on hard, my thick pale meat stretched past my belly button and the slit had a tiny, shiny pearl of precum on it. I jumped up and turned the record player down and watched my fully hardened cock bob and wag around as I walked back to my bed. I lay back and stroked myself, using a thumb and fingers grip toward the top of the shaft. I played with my balls while I fanaticized about Allison Stanly sucking my cock. Then I thought about what Andrew had said about messing around with other boys and wondered what it would be like if he sucked my cock and I sort of wondered what it would be like to suck on his dick, or any other boy’s dick for that matter. That was the first time in my young life that I thought about such a thing. I knew that some boys did that and basically it was no big deal. I started getting the tickling feeling in my balls and my belly then before I knew it my sperm was flying out onto my chest, the first squirt at least. The next one sort of spit out onto my belly then there were a couple of oozes and it was all over. I lay there panting and rubbing my cock, squeezing the sensitive head and smearing my cum all over it, massaging the goo into my skin, the post cumming sensitivity causing me to shiver violently. I was thinking to myself, there was something about The Little Red Rooster that had some relevance to my current situation. The problem was I couldn’t figure it out. But I would and it would be just shy of brilliant, at least Andrew thought so. The weekend came and I headed to Andrew’s house after dinner and chores, using my bike since he was only about a mile away. His family lived in one of those modern houses, one story with a basement, flat roof and lots of big windows. I went through the laborious process of meeting his parents and his younger brother and sister. At one point I got a chance to glance at his father’s crotch, wondering if it would give up any clues about his size, but I couldn’t tell anything. We went downstairs to Andrew’s bedroom where I got a bit of a surprise; the family room had been turned into a bedroom for him so he had a fireplace and his own bathroom and the room was big enough that he had an old sofa, chair and coffee table as well as his bed which was just a king sized mattress lying on the floor with a simple wood frame around it. Overall it was bitchin. We talked about boy stuff; music, the heavy amount of radicalism and war that was being shown nightly on the news, sports-mostly baseball- and other generalized stuff. It was over an hour before the topic of the long cocked club came up. “I been thinking about it quite a bit actually,” Andrew said and I admitted that I too had given it some thought. We compared notes. We would have to have some guidelines about age and size he told me. “I don’t think we should have older boys in it cuz they’re likely to push us around, treat us like little kids and sort of take over.” I nodded my head then we agreed that it would be mostly junior high kids, grades 7-9 which meant generally 12-14 year old boys. We might make exceptions depending on the boy and if he had a big enough cock and if he was a nice trustworthy kid, not a dick wad. We talked about size and what the criteria should be and of course Andrew was ready to provide some quality information. It seems my new friend had given it a whole lot more thought that I had for he’d gone to the library and managed to get his hands on a book on sexual development of boys. “There’s pretty much, like, an average size for each age. So, thirteen year olds are like four inches or so, fourteen year olds five and half going on six inches and so on. Sometimes boys have big dicks when they’re young but grow into them, in other words the dick doesn’t keep on growin.” That led to a discussion about cocks that kept growing and older teens with foot long cocks and of course ended in giggles with the notion of having to toss the thing over your shoulder in order to carry it around and how could you ever put it up a woman’s pussy. I noticed as we talked that Andrew pushed or pulled at the front of his jean a couple of times and wondered if he was getting a boner. That idea, along with the growing sex talk made my own cock start to stir and the second I touched the front of my jeans Andrew commented on it. “Are you getting a boner too?” he asked, “I been for ten minutes.” “Yeah, me too,” I squeaked out. “So, do you want to take our jeans off, it would be more comfortable,” as if I needed instruction in that department. Of course, I nodded my head. I started getting butterflies in my belly at the thought of doing something sexy with Andrew. He was a cute boy, soft smooth face with big dark brown eyes and light black hair that was sort of a bowl type cut only it was layered so he didn’t look like prince Valiant or something like that. I no sooner nodded my head when Andrew said cool and undid his jeans and pulled his butt in the air and slid them down to ankles then off onto the floor and leaned back. His white cotton briefs, Jockeys to be precise, were stretched out to their fullest, his cock at full rise, or so it seemed. He automatically squeezed at the tube that was hidden there then did the same for his balls which were bulging out down below. I quickly joined him, shucked my jeans and did the same thing that he was doing; pressing, touching and fondling my thick cock and my balls and Andrew watched attentively. We kept it up for a good minute, not talking but just playing with ourselves but mostly watching each other. “Oh fuck Tristan I want to beat off so bad,” he said in a soft voice. “Me too,” I gulped. Without speaking, we both lifted out butts again and pulled our briefs off and tossed them on the floor with our jeans. Andrew immediately took his t-shirt off as well so I followed suit and we lay back on his bed, fully exposed to each other and staring at each other’s boyhood charms. I thought that his cock was almost beautiful, the thick long shaft hanging in the air above his flat belly, the fat head getting a little redder from all the excitement. His nuts hung gently between his thighs but like I said mine were a little bigger and hung lower. I was surprised when Andrew commented on my stuff. “Gosh your cock is so hot looking Tristan. Can I touch it?” “Yeah,” I whispered, almost afraid to say it out loud. I had never been touched by anyone since I was a baby and I’d never touched another boy, although I’d thought about it when I had done the simple stuff with another boy. I had wondered what another boy’s dick would feel like. I was unprepared for how it would feel having my dick touched and as soon as I nodded my head for him to do it, the cute boy reached over and grasped onto me and squeezed up and down the length of my cock. I about fainted dead out right there on the spot and moaned softly to myself. “Feels good doesn’t it?” he asked, adding “you can touch mine if you want to.” I reached over and took hold of his cock and discovered the strange difference of firmness yet softness of skin. The firm flesh felt warm in my hand and made my cock seem to throb even more. Without thinking I stroked his rampant cock a couple of times. “You want to beat each other off? I mean, I’ll do you if you’ll do me,” he asked, his voice seeming to have gotten a little deeper, a fact I’d learn was associated with being all up in a fog of hotness and feeling way sexy. At that point in time I would have done almost anything so I just nodded my head and kept on jacking him off while he started doing the same thing to me. Being young sperming boys it never seemed to take long to cum but with someone else doing it, the sexiness of the whole thing seemed to make it happen faster. I lasted about a minute. As usual it just sort of seemed to happen without much warning. “Oh shit,” I groaned and felt my dick get harder and then the incredible feelings of cumming. I pushed my hips up and Andrew jacked me harder as my dick spit out a glob of sperm yahya kaptan escort that landed on my neck. “Fuck that’s hot; jack me harder Tristan,” Andrew moaned. I tried my best and must have succeeded for soon the same thing happened to him. Andrew thrust his narrow hips up off the bed I got to watch his cock head spit out a little glob then shoot out another glob that landed on his chest. For both of us the rest of the cumming was more like little spurts of jizz that plopped out onto our panting bellies. I finally let go of Andrew and let my hand rest on the bed between us but he kept his hand wrapped around my dick. “I like how your cock feels in my hand Tristan, I kinda don’t want to let go of it.” “That’s okay Andrew,” I said, “I don’t mind it a bit.” And I didn’t. Having a warm hand wrapped around my boner felt fucking incredible. Andrew finally let go and crawled off the mattress and got a t-shirt from his laundry basket and wiped himself off then gently cleaned me off as well, handling my hard cock with as much tenderness as I would have. He practically cooed as he did and I began to have a little sense that perhaps Andrew was more into that I was. Maybe it was just because he was used to it, I thought. “That was pretty outta sight,” he said after getting back on the mattress and lying on his side facing me. I agreed with him and we just sort of looked at each other for a moment, each fondling our still hard dicks. It was sexy feeling lying there like that and I wondered if we were gonna do more stuff, like maybe even get to suckin each other. “We have to come up with a better name,” he said out of the blue. I looked at him for a moment and he said, “The club, we have to come up with a better name, one that means something to us but not anybody else.” I told him that I had been thinking of the same thing but so far had no ideas. I told him I’d been wondering about what we’d do if we had club meetings and he said we could do anything that we wanted but he’d bet that a part of it would have to do with showing off our dicks and maybe doing stuff together, being sexy. He squeezed his cock a couple extra times when he said that part about being sexy. I was beginning to wonder if my new friend was sort of into the sex thing. He seemed to talk about it a lot and made plenty of references to playing with other boys. He certainly didn’t waste any time with me. “How about if I get a hold of the other two boys I told you about and see about getting together like tomorrow night or something. I thought about that, wondered if my parents would let me stay overnight twice in one weekend and figured they would. They were pretty lax about that kind of stuff. I told him okay and he smiled and said groovy. Andrew was quiet for a moment then asked, Do you want to see something sort of cool Tristan?” I nodded my head. He rolled over toward the wall and fumbled around under his mattress and pulled out a magazine. I wasn’t quite shocked but close to it as he explained that a cousin had left it as his house on accident after staying a week with him. The magazine was called Boyhood magazine and had black and white pictures of naked teenage boys, some as young as me and Andrew. Mostly they didn’t have boners but were just boys posing around. I felt my cock throb as I looked them, wondering what it would be like to do that, to model nude in front of other people. Andrew was, once again, on the same wave length. “How can they pose like that and not get boners? Fuck, I’d be stone hard in seconds.” He thumbed through the pages, stopping on one and pointing out a young blonde boy who was cute was all hell and then asked me what I thought of the boy. I told him I thought the boy was way cute and Andrew smiled at me, nodding his head. “Yeah, I’ve beat off looking at him tons of times.” I thought that was a little bit odd but not too much, I mean I thought the photos were pretty cool looking, definitely boner makers. Andrew continued to turn pages with one hand play with his cock with the other and steal glances at me to see what I was doing, which was pretty much the same. My dick head was leaking out precum and I found myself rubbing and squeezing the sensitive flesh, the precum acting as a good lube. “Umm, I got another one if you want to see something different,” Andrew said. I detected a little hesitancy in his voice and wondered why that might be. but said sure anyhow. No matter what it was, I knew it wouldn’t be the Sears catalog. Boy was I right about that. The new magazine that he fished out was in full color with two full on naked boys with big hard cocks on the cover. The inside was something totally different. “Oh my God,” I said, looking at a full page color image of the two boys facing each in a sixty nine and sucking on each other’s dicks. Further on in the magazine they fucked each other, the close up of the camera letting us see where one boy’s fat cock went right inside the other boy’s asshole. My dick was so hard the head was turning red from it. “Fuck isn’t that so hot Tristan. Don’t you wonder what it’s like to do that?” “Which part?” I asked. “Any of it,” he said. Well, doing it seemed like the most important thing to me but apparently my new friend was more open. I didn’t consider it long because Andrew set the magazine down. `So, do you want to try any of this stuff,” he asked. I nodded my head before I thought then added, “Well the sucking part. I’m not sure about actual fucking.” He nodded his head. “Have you ever done any cock sucking?” I shook my head. Not only had I not done it, I never even ever had a thought about doing it. “Lay back and I’ll do you first and show you how it’s done.” I had no problem what so ever with that so relaxed on the mattress. Andrew wasted no time at all lying with his face close to my crotch. He showed me how to cover my teeth with my lips as he held onto my rigid cock and squeezed on it. A moment later I groaned out loud as my swollen cock head was enveloped in warmth and Andrew’s tongue explored the ultra sensitive flesh. Without thinking I put my hand on his head and ruffled his hair with my fingers. He slid his head up and down, taking a couple inches of my shaft into his mouth then stopped and lay back beside me. “How was that, did you like it?” I smiled through glazed and half lidded eyes and nodded my head. “You wanna try doin me now?” he asked. I nodded my head and got into position, took hold of his cock and reveled again in the feel of him. I stroked him a couple times while my eyes gazed over all that which made him a boy, never having had the chance to really explore another boy and thus learn about my own anatomy from a different perspective. I could smell him there too, an interesting mix of odors that I sort of liked. I mean I’d smelled my own fingers after playing with my balls and stuff before so I sort knew what it would be like but it was different smelling it on an actual boy. I finally leaned my head down, opened my mouth and did it, closed my mouth over the swollen head of his cock and tasted a cock for the first time. I was totally unprepared for the feel of his flesh on my tongue and lips. I found it sort of spongy and satiny at the same time. I let my tongue explore all over it, loved the feel of the underside of the head, then moved my head up and down and began sucking his cock. I only did it for like a half a minute or so but I knew right off that I loved it. “What did you think of it Tristan? Did you like it?” It seemed to me that a positive response meant a lot to my new friend. “It was boss Andrew, totally outta sight,” I responded honestly. “Cool. Do you want to try a sixty nine?” I figured it would be like double your pleasure and double your fun, just like the gum commercial on TV so nodded my head and Andrew turned around and faced the other way. It was interesting seeing how his balls spilled down onto his thigh. I thought that boy’s balls were sort of amazing, so pliable at times, sensitive at other. When I beat off and they were dancing around like spit on a griddle I wondered why that didn’t hurt. I touched Andrew’s sagging nuts, squeezed and pulled on them a little and the boy sighed then did the same to me. It felt pretty damn good. Andrew took my cock into his mouth first, creating a wave of pleasure through my small body. I loved the warmth of him as he tongued and sucked me and immediately did the same for him. Without thinking, I reached over him and draped my hand across his butt, my fingers resting against his crack. He started slowly moving his hips, sort of gently fucking his dick into my mouth and I did my best to take as much of him into my mouth as he was taking me into his. “Hey Tristan,” he said softly, “it’s okay if you cum in my mouth, I don’t mind,” then he went back to sucking me. I didn’t miss beat but kept on sucking on Andrew’s thickened dick. I wondered what that would be like, to have his warm sperm in my mouth. More so, I wondered about shooting my own cum into his. It sounded like a pretty hot idea, having a boy drink my sperms. As if to encourage my balls to give up their hot juices Andrew stroked my cock as he concentrated on sucking just the head while his tongue moved gebze escort all over the sensitive flesh. I tried to concentrate on sucking Andrew and making him cum but the feelings on my dick were too much. Before I knew it I was cumming and I couldn’t suck on Andrew but could only moan out loud at the feelings. I was really hotted up and went back to sucking him and before I knew it Andrew cummed, the load of gooey sperm flooding my mouth. There really wasn’t all that much cum but it was my first time so it seemed like it. I tasted the rather salty, dry liquid before swallowing it, the stuff sliding down my throat like a glob of snot without any problem at all. Andrew continued to stroke and suck on me and I tried to ride the feelings but my cock head was way too sensitive and I pulled away from him. He seemed to understand, letting me go, but continuing to jack my hard cock. I finally let go of him and rolled onto my back and Andrew did the same. “Was that outta sight or what?” the cute dark haired boy asked as we both lay there, bellies panting and idly playing with our stuff. “I been wanting to taste a boy’s sperm and it’s not so bad, ya know?” I agreed with him, in the not tasting bad part that is, but at that point I’d never considered eating another boy’s cum. It would be a practice that I’d continue throughout my teenage years. He rolled over and faced me. “I’m glad we sort of found each other Tristan. It’s hard making new friends, ya know?” I sort of had an idea about that but heck, I’d lived in the same house for ten years so, I guess I didn’t really know what it was like. He seemed like a nice boy though and he sure seemed to know a lot of stuff about sex and at my tender age that was a pretty big plus in any boy friendship. “I got a lot of teasing from other boys in my last school, about having such a big cock. It was all in fun and stuff but still it gets kind of old and I was always afraid that they’d tell everyone then the whole school would know about it. My two friends who you’re gonna meet tomorrow are way cool Tristan, you’re gonna like em I think and they, ya know, like to mess around so it should be fun.” Then Andrew did a strange thing. He moved in close and hugged me, held me actually, his head against my chest and a hand on my hip. I was a little shocked at first but found out quickly that I liked it. I liked the warm feeling of his body against mine. I put my hand on his back and rubbed it a little like his hand was doing on my hip. I liked the feel of his skin, so soft and smooth but mostly I loved the closeness, the good feeling of just being held. Although it was barely nine thirty we both drifted off like that, falling asleep in each other’s arms. I woke from a weird dream to find Andrew playing with my cock, the main light having been turned off at some point and replaced by a very low watt bulb at the other end of the room and bathing it in a soft light. I was about half way hard and as soon as I figured out what was going on I went to full on boner in seconds. Andrew knew I was awake and said, “Is this okay Tristan, my touching you?” It sure was and I told him that. It seemed to spur him on and before I knew it he was sucking my cock again. I lay there and enjoyed the feelings that were ripping through my thirteen year old body. The warm grip on my shaft, the warmth of his mouth as it slid up and down on my cock and the feel of his tongue as it explored my cock head were almost too much to bear. I was a little saddened at what I’d been missing and all of the opportunities I’d probably passed up. I put my hand on his head and rubbed my fingers in his dark hair and I could almost hear him purr with pleasure. I think the full realization hit me right then. Sex and cock definitely meant more to Andrew that it did to me but I didn’t care, I was getting my dick sucked. That was until he started licking my balls. Getting my nuts licked and sucked rated right up there with cock sucking, that is, getting my cock sucked. I knew my smooth nuts were sensitive but fuck, I didn’t know how much till Andrew went to work on them. He lifted the sac and licked down underneath them and I heard myself groan in pleasure. “Fuck Andrew quit fucking around and make me cum,” I finally told him and heard him laugh. He got to his knees and straddled one of my legs, resting his balls on my thigh and then bent over and pulled my thick cock upright and lowered his head. I melted as my cock head was surrounded by the warmth of him and knew that cumming wasn’t going to take all that much time or work. He bobbed his head, stroked my cock and played with my balls. I had been correct, it didn’t take that long before I spermed. I felt my eyes cross even though they were closed, felt my balls tingle, my cock thicken and my belly tighten; all in two blinks of an eye, not that mine were open or blinking. I couldn’t help but lift my butt off the bed, wanting to get as much of my cock into his mouth as possible as my dick pulsed a half dozen times. I don’t think there that many globs of sperm though. Andrew didn’t take my cock out of his mouth, instead electing to swallow my cum for a second time that night. He stroked my cock as if it would help coax even more gooey boy goodness out of my smooth balls. It was so incredible being able to squirt out my sperm without having to do anything but lay back and enjoy it. Now that was a bag I could get into to. Andrew finally let go and moved up alongside of me and snuggled up close. I automatically put my arm out and he readjusted himself, head on my shoulder and an arm across my belly. I could feel his hard cock against my hip but I was too tired to do anything about it and Andrew didn’t seem too concerned about it. “Was that okay for you Tristan,” the cute young thing asked me so I hugged and assured him that it was. “I’m glad,” he responded, hugging me for a moment then relaxing. I drifted off to sleep again and didn’t wake until the early morning sun was peaking through the curtains that covered the narrow windows close to the top of the room. The clock at the side of the bed read seven forty five so I crawled off the mattress and went into the bathroom, seven plus inches of hard cock leading the way for me. I went through the ritual, using two fingers to hold my hard dick pointed downward and leaning forward over the toilet to relieve the pressure at the base of rigid shaft. I’d barely started pissing when Andrew came in, his young body in the same condition as mine, so I stepped to the side a little to give the boy some room. “I have to get going if I want to spend the night tonight,” I told him. “I gotta mow my lawn and a neighbor lady’s. My parents will be more likely to let me come back over if I get the stuff done early.” He nodded his head as I finished. “You wanna take a shower before you go?” he asked me. I shook my head but thanked him. In response he said, “Too bad, maybe tonight sometime; showers are lotsa fun.” He said it with a bit of a grin so I guessed he was talking about being sexed up in there. Well, I knew that from my own shower experiences, it had just never occurred to me to make a party out of it. His shower was cool too; a regular small room that could hold three or four people. Five minutes later I was dressed while Andrew lay on his mattress and worked his cock back into a hard on. “Wanna jack me off before you go?” he asked. I didn’t, but I figured I owed him one for the night before. When I said I would he reached down between his mattress and the frame and pulled out a bottle of Vaseline lotion. “Here use this, it’ll feel better and make me cum faster.” Well that was new one on me but I complied, smearing my right hand then sitting on the edge of the wooden bed frame. I took hold of his nail hard thick cock and began beating him off and right away he told me to just work on the head, so I did. He started moaning right off the bat which made me wonder just how good that might feel. Andrew reached down and began tugging on the smooth sac of balls that hung between his pale hairless thighs then told me to jack him fast, so I did. It really was only about thirty seconds before he told me to move off the head and another five before his cock erupted with a strand of sperm that shot up to his nipples. “Oh yeah Tristan, hold it tighter,” he moaned. I did what I could and the boy’s nuts gave up three actual jets of warm young cum, two landing close to his chest and the last on closer to his flat little belly button then the thing oozed its gooey white juices down over my fingers. It gave me a boner doing him like that and I had to stand up cuz my dick was way cramped in my jeans. I took the shirt we’d used the night before and wiped his sperm from my fingers then handed him the shirt. “You want me to do you before you go?” he asked and I shook my head. I really needed to get going and told him I’d call by noon or sooner to let him know if I was coming or not. “Well I’m gonna have my friends over anyhow and I’d really like you to meet em so I hope you can stay again tonight.” We did the thumb wrap fist grip that everyone was using to greet or say goodbye and I headed out, leaving Andrew lying naked on his bed. My dick had gone down enough so that by the time I got to my bike I could start the ride home without a whole lot of discomfort. Please show your thanks by making a monetary contribution to Nifty today.. or tomorrow. Help keep the 1 alternative reading site alive and fty/donate.html

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