In the sixth grade I transferred to some other school and was faced with the usual problems of adjusting to recent courses and teachers and with trying to come to a conclusion who of my fresh classmates I would like to get to know greater amount fantastic. Even at age 13 I realised that I found no attraction for girls, and that I held an unusual “admiration” for those boys that appeared to be to stand out in my mind above the rest. It was at the end of my first week at school that I met Aaron. We were always friendly with one some other but not ever close friends. That was in the sixth grade.
As elementary school passed into junior high, and that in turn became those final four years, things changed. By the eleventh grade Aaron and I had somewhere along the way fallen into the same circle of friends. For some reason, none of us dated with any kind of frequency. Actually, they were the ones that seldom dated. I not at any time saw the need for any type of female companionship. Over the years of junior high, my sexual awareness and male oriented wants rapidly developed. By the eleventh grade, I was pretty well experienced in almost all forms of mate loving activity. I guess I was nice-looking lucky, as I not ever truly experienced any sort of painful or guilt-ridden “coming-out” period. For me, being homosexual was as natural as the development of my muscles and the sprouting of thick, soft hair below my arms and around the maturing 8-pounder I jacked-off so frequently. All through that period of growth also evolved an almost obsessive goal to one day take Aaron to couch. As our junior year progressed, I began to watch a strong possibility of getting what I wanted.
Our friendship grew very close to the point of often excluding our other friends from our Saturday and Sunday nights of party filled mischief. It wasn’t uncommon for us to spend those nights together at one or the other’s house, so of course I had ample opportunity to watch him naked, often. In fact, this guy really did not care also much for clothing, choosing to spend any reasonably safe time either alone or with me in no thing but his underwear if even that. God, was he ever hot: a boyishly chic face with piercing deep brown eyes, thick black hair, and that “all round athlete” sort body that was perfectly muscled. But the ace of the entire package was his legs and the pecker that hung betwixt ’em. Strong, high arched feet supported a pair of super-defined thickly formed calves and hips. If you ever watch pro soccer then u receive the idea. We used to talk all through the night and at first I actively contributed to the conversation but would pretty soon find myself looking up and down his legs, from the feet not fast upward along the inside of his shaggy legs, taking in every detail of them, feeling my heart beat faster and my temperature increase. As that lad would be rambling on and on about who knows what in a stoned or drunken haze, my eyes and imagination would be licking the tops of his inner thighs, visualising my hands brushing back and forth throughout the additional thick hair that was there cushioning his free swinging sack of balls and that 10-pounder this guy loved to show off. In the beginning, I do not think this chap realised that I would be sitting or lying around near him getting hornier and hornier, always having to devise some way to at least try to conceal my inevitable hard-on. Hell, this guy saw us as just almost all worthwhile friends, no thing implied by these long fucked-up nights and bare caucuses. We could talk to every other about anything and sex was often a popular topic. There was always the young mentions of this angel or that girl and that one’s boobs and this one’s twat. this chab would talk and describe; I would occasionally voice a token comment or two, but my real conversation was not with regards to what this guy was saying…..I was talking to the prettiest crotch in the world and patiently awaiting for his thick hunk of dick to respond. And this lad not ever caught on…..at first. One Saturday night near Christmas of that year we had gone home to his house after a long night of partying. We were marvelous fucked up, but much greater amount high than drunk. After a while of talking, listening to music and whatnot, we decided to watch television, and that always meant getting in ottoman and in a short time passing out. naked as usual, we climbed in and started looking for something to watch. no thing. A really boring night on the tube. I was feeling charming grungy after hours of partying, so I got up saying that I was going to go take a shower. I think that I actually planned to beat off, but the steam coming from the sexy water started feeling so priceless that I jumped on in and started lathering up. I pointed the nozzle away so I could receive my crotch really soapy and slick. So there I was, yanking on my growing meat with one hand and playing with my perked-tits with the other when Aaron came barging in (I forgot that this guy was not likewise drunk and then remembered how high and lustful this chab seemed). Over the water I heard him saying that a shower did not sound like a bad idea at all and would I please hurry up. What I could not see throughout the hawt mist and shower door was his cock, hard and rude, being firmly massaged with his hand. I quickly shut off the water, praying that my own erection would subside sufficiently to not lash out at him when I had to reach for the towel. When I opened the shower door, I saw Aaron with his big legs spread wide, one foot propped-up on the seat of the toilet, the other on the floor, and the superlatively priceless hard-on I had ever seen him come up with leaking large thick strands of juice that slowly dripped from his pisser, down his thighs, and onto the floor. He was just standing there, staring with a concupiscent lust-filled look that I had merely hoped ever to watch. Watching him lazily pump the pre- liminary sex jizz from his bulging rod, I either forgot or gave up on any pretense of hiding my own cocked-toy.
“You look about like I feel,” this guy said, increasing his hold and his stroking. “Why do not you come on out of the shower and watch if we can’t `talk’ about a small in number greater amount things, like all the things we have never let our dick’s say to every other; I mean, mine’s been wanting to talk to your’s for nearly as long as your’s has mine.” That son of a bitch…..for how lengthy he had wanted the same thing that I did, I actually don’t know….but I sure as hell did not care. He insisted on helping me out of the shower by grabbing me at the base of my cock, his coarse hand encircling my shaft and balls. I was pulled out of the shower and into that heaven, touching his sweaty, strong scented body, landing right between his legs, hard horny crotch to hard lustful crotch. For a minute, we just stood there.

Part II
Not hesitating, just magnifying every other’s apparent months and years of yearning and craving. And then it indeed started. I felt his arms beginning to reach around and engulf me. I didn’t waste a minute in doing the same. My lips moved on to meet his. We kissed hard and wet, letting our tongues eat every other out, going in and out of our mouths, pulling back a little to see our mouth knobs momentarily hold onto our sexy spit previous to letting it slowly drip down our chins and roll slowly down our bodies and start wetting-up our already sticky crotches. We pumped our pelvises as far and as hard into each other as we could. I pulled my face hole away from his, aiming towards his armpits. I could not expect to finally really smell and taste Aaron after a long day of “jocking around” and partying out. That scent made my dick grow so fucking big I thought I would soon explode…but I had to hold it back. I wasn’t going to waste any of this 1st time. We wrestled and tugged with every part of our bodies as possible, finally falling to the floor of the washroom. My head moved on to his titties and I sucked them like no other starving baby could. I let my thick spit pool-up on his chest and then smeared it all over his chest and stomach, eating out his belly’s tight gap. I felt his palpitating hunk of meat pulsing beneath my chest and face hole. I was humping the hell out of the tile floor. As I moved on to my payoff, that guy swung himself around and started tounging the tip of my dick, drinking as much of the hawt trickling prespunk as this chap could receive. I shoved my mouth down hard on his cock, making it go in down to the hilt so I could smell his heated crotch, just like I had fantasized for years. He bucked and bucked his meat in and out of my face aperture and then pulled it out, commanding me to eat his balls, to receive ’em juicy and slimy, to suck them till they turned blue. I did. All the while that boy was getting hotter and faster with my piece of meat. this chap ate the piss slit like I had solely imagined it could be done. His tongue and lips fucked that little hole, making the hottest mix of goo and piss to come spewing out at erratic intervals, infrequency turning to steady streaming. We were one as well as the other getting so fucking hot. Closer and closer to coming. Our bodies were bucking and pumping every other in each part and aperture possible. Faster and faster our breathing was coming. Our bodies were convulsing in sex tensed spasms. I knew it and that boy knew it that IT, everything we were “shooting for” was about to do just that. In the strongest hold and the hottest lip fucking kiss that either of us had ever dreamed of, we both shot our loads, cords and strands of hot stinking cumm, reeking of all the lust filled time we had been friends. We showered in each other’s sticky sperm, trying to take up with the tongue and eat everything that we could lap up. We sucked and tongued to get the final drops that could be had, slowing our pace little by little until we were just grinding into each other slowly, now and again, but each holding the other as tight as we could. With the sound of Aaron’s hawt heavy panting I finally let my head come to rest on the upper interior part of his hunky thigh. With my arms holding his chest tightly, the ether of his sex soaked dick and balls put me to sleep. I remember dreaming that I hoped to at no time wake up, but if I did, let this be a not ever ending way of life for the two of us. That was fifteen years ago, and Aaron and I still discover the time, even in the hectic life of an adult to do this same type of thing at least four times a week…Hopefully soon I can tell u about some of the other “firsts” that that guy and I explored. It’s a good thing that we appreciate the virtues and values of having a big tile-floored bathroom, and have at no time indeed grown up in some ways….after all, we have one of the superlatively wonderful playrooms in town.