Date: Mon, 27 Dec 2004 11:33:23 -0500
From: Marty Kentucky <marty_ky@mail.com>
Subject: Chuck and Marty Part I

I won't bother you with a lot of the same stuff you read before
each of these stories.  You know the drill.  No minors; don't
copy this without my permission; and if you have comments or
questions you can write to me at marty_ky@mail.com.  I hope you
enjoy.

Chapter 1

Growing up in the 60's it was hard to know who if anyone of your
friends were gay.  I, however, knew that I was as queer as a
three dollar bill.  Ever since I was old enough to know that guys
had dicks, I was looking at them.  Even in summer camp I got
caught with a boner when we were in the showers.  Nobody ever
said, "Why you fucking faggot," but I knew they were annoyed or
afraid and that was when I was pre-pubescent and only in fourth
grade.

About the time I reached junior high I had the `hots' for Chuck,
the guy next door.  He was only six month older than me but he
was in the next grade.  We'd known each other since moving to the
new neighborhood while in elementary school.  I guess I really
was a pervert.  I'd peek through the window shades at night,
hoping to get a glimpse of either Chuck or his younger brother
Rick when they got undressed or came back from taking a bath.

Chuck was your all around athletic stud.  As early as 7th grade
we would shoot the shit and he'd tell me about the girls in the
neighborhood and how he was finger fucking them or something of
that short.  I was sure that there would never be a chance for us
to get it on; but then something totally amazing happened.

I'm Marty, and at the time this all happened was just an average
teenage guy.  I was 5 foot 11 inches; brown hair and blue eyes.
I weighed 170 pounds and while not muscle bound; was definitely
in shape from running.  In fact my legs and particularly my
calf's were all muscle.  Still growing I had about a 5 inch cut
cock.

Just about forever I wanted to see the naked Chuck.  All the
peeping ever got me was one time a backside shot of his ass.  Now
that ass looked pretty damn good to me; but what I really wanted
was to see and feel the front.  That amazing thing that happened
in hindsight is almost funny.

We all laugh about the expression, "I'll show you mine if you'll
show me yours."  Well, that is exactly what happened.  One Sunday
afternoon in late May the two of us had been playing some street
ball.  After we finished we were sitting in his backyard just
talking.  I managed to get the topic of sex going; and made a
comment about how I'd seen his brother through the window-when it
was really him I'd seen.

Chuck said, "Hey, I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours."

Frankly I was flabbergasted!  My dream was about to come true;
but I wanted to be cool about it.  No sense in making it seem
like I was too anxious.  At this point he had no idea just how
gay I really was.  All the sex talks and jokes had always been
about heterosexual relations.  To kind of play along with it, I
responded, "I'll show you mine, if you'll show me yours."  We
sort of bantered that back and forth a couple of times and then I
said, let's go downstairs.

We went into my basement and I shut the door.  I unhooked my
belt, kicked off my shoes and dropped my jeans right there.  Of
course by this time my teen-age dick was hard as a rock.  Beneath
my white briefs was a boner just waiting to be let out, and let
it out, I did.  I slipped the jockey shorts off and then the rod
was at full mast.

Chuck, just gulped and said, "I didn't think you'd do it."

"Yes," I said, "I know you have the same thing, now lets see it."
So Chuck slipped his pants off, pulled down his briefs and indeed
his dick was fully erect as mine was.  Only much to my surprise
he was hung like a horse.

"Damn," I said.  "What a fucking big cock you have."

Chuck just laughed.  "Yea, but you should see my old man's.  If
you think this is big, his is even larger."  Well I didn't know
anything about Chuck's pop's man tool, but what I saw on his
oldest son sure did look good.

"So, just how big is that monster," I asked.

"Why don't you measure it?"  This is exactly what I did.  I
walked over to the tool bench and grabbed the ruler and came back
beside him.  Placing the end of the tape measure at the base of
his shaft, I pulled it out.  By the time I got to the tip of his
cock head it read 11 inches.  Now this was from a boy who was
just 14 years old.  Pretty damn big!  Mine of course was only 5
inches and boy did I feel puny at that point.  What made matters
worse was that not only was it long, it was thick too.

When I put my hands around my dick to jack off I can get my index
finger to touch the crease where the knuckle is on the thumb.
When I went to feel Chuck's trying to do that same thing, I could
not even connect the two fingers.  My god this was going to be so
damn good.

After looking at each other we got dressed and went outside
again.  Lots of thoughts were going through my head at that
point.  I was wondering how I was going to get him to undress
again and to go a bit further.  Well, it didn't take too much
longer.

Chapter 2

The next afternoon we were hanging around doing as little as
possible after school.  Chuck said, "What do you want to do this
afternoon."

My response was, "Fool around."

Chuck just laughed and said, "Yea that would be pretty cool."
Let's go down into my basement.  Mom's not home and Dad's still
at work.  So we traipsed down the steps and opened the door.
Both of his brothers must have been upstairs because it was
completely empty.  He put his finger to his lips and said,
"Quiet."

We took our pants off, pulled down our white briefs and out
popped two rock hard teen-aged dicks.  Chuck said, sit down over
here," pointing at the davenport.  So I did that and the next
thing I knew he was in front of me with an open mouth.  He took
my dick into the open orifice and started raking my piss pipe
with his teeth.

"Oh my God," I said.  That feels so fucking good.

He just smiled and started pumping.  When I was in 4th grade a
couple of guys and I fooled around in my old neighborhood; but
our tiny dicks had not yet sprung to manhood.  This was my first
time getting a blow job when I had a totally hard dick.  Damn it
felt good.  Chuck just keep at it.  I could feel the tip of his
tong as he lapped at my balls.  The sack was tight up against me
and his hot mouth was making it droop bit by bit.  I felt him
take one ball in his mouth and start chewing on it.  Then he took
the other one, and started sucking both balls.  "Shit," I
exclaimed.  "You're about to make me shoot a wad of cum if you
don't slow down."

Chuck said, "Oh that's ok.  Go ahead and shoot."

Well, he had my dick in his mouth again.  Licking around the head
and putting his lips tightly around the shaft going up and down,
up and down.  I was breathing heavily.  "Oh, oh, oh, oh,
SHIT, he it comes."  Out came one shot, two shots, three shots,
four and then finally it was over.

Looking Chuck in the face I could see the white semen dripping
from his lips so I just grabbed him by the head, pulled him up to
me and started kissing.  I could taste my cum, his spit and feel
the warmth of his body as we lay there together.  Exhausted, we
collapsed on the couch and hugged each other.

It was getting late and there was no way I was going to be able
to adequately service him before his parents came home for the
day; so we finally got up, went to the sink and cleaned up.  Then
we both got dressed and I departed to have supper and do homework
for the next day at school.

Chapter 3

Tuesday afternoon was rainy.  As we got off the school bus, I
said, "Why don't you come on into my house and we'll play a game
or something."  My idea of playing was to play with Chuck.  Right
now he was the only game in town.

As we walked into the house I cupped my hand into his crouch and
said, "Hey big boy, you want to play with this?"

He just laughed and said, "Yes that sounds pretty fucking
awesome."

So, we walked back to my bedroom.  It would be two hours before
my parents would get home from work and since I was an only
child, there was nobody to bother us at all.

I reached down and took his belt and unbuckled it.  I unbuttoned
the brass button on the top of his Levi 501 blue jeans and
slipped them down his legs.  Then I leaned over and pulled the
strings of his black low cut Chuck Taylor sneakers and he kicked
both the shoes and the pants off onto the floor.  Putting my two
thumbs into the elastic waistband of the white jockey shorts, I
pulled them down all in one motion.  Rapidly I just pulled my
pants off, kicking my penny loafers off at the same time.  I
dropped my briefs and the hugged Chuck as tightly as I could.

Today my mission was to finally taste Chuck's man juice.  For the
past 48 hours that was all I could think about.  Two or three
times at school when I was walking down the hall it was necessary
to hold the notebook and texts in front of me.  Surely somebody
saw me all boned up.  I even felt a wet spot a couple of times
from my leaking pre-cum.  Man was I ever ready to reciprocate
what Chuck had done for me on Monday.

After kissing and tasting Chuck's tong, I said, why don't you lie
down on my bed.  Fluffing up the two pillows so he could lean
back and watch my best friend from next door laid on the top of
the bed and I pounced between his legs.

My goal that dark and cloudy afternoon was to bring him to a
climax and then back off and do it again.  I wondered how his
monster cock would feel and now I was about to find out.  My
first action was to dampen all the surfaces.  I licked him from
the tip of the piss slit down and around the crown of his cock
head.  Gently rolling the head around with my tong , my lips just
barely touched it.

Already I could hear Chuck breathing heavily.  I started down his
long 11 inch shaft.  Pressing my tong into the veins and tasting
the salty, sweaty man taste of this monster cock.  I took his
ball sack into my hands and put one of his nuts into my mouth.
Rolling it around like a marble I knew he was getting excited.  I
could feel the dick rising and falling ever so slightly as he
squeezed his ass.  It was like Chuck was pumping his dick without
even touching it.

Switching balls I could feel Chuck's whole body shake.  This boy
was already beginning to have an orgasm and I had not even
started sucking.  I knew if I wanted to have the full force of
the cum shooting down my throat, I better start on the blow job.

I raised my head to the tip of his now swelling cock and opened
my mouth.  Putting the head in, I began using my teeth to gently
rake his shaft.  I could feel the piss pipe and I went toward his
stomach.  The whole 11 inches was going to make me gag, but I was
determined to get every fucking inch in.  And slowly, bit by bit
I did.  Down into my throat that enormous shaft went.  Pressing
my lips hard onto the pole I began sucking.

Out it came, holding on hard to the skin on the side of his dick
I began a gentle motion of up and down, up and down.  Faster I
went, in and out, in and out.  Chuck was gasping.  His whole body
was shaking.  I knew it was about to happen.  I pulled up so just
his head was in my mouth and then it went off.  Bam! Bam! Bam!
Ropes of sweet man juice were squirting into my mouth.  I could
feel the hot thick cum as it flowed down my throat.  Oh DAMN.
FUCK YES!  God!

Well Chuck gave me quite an afternoon snack that Tuesday.  After
it was all out, the grabbed me by the head, pulled me up to his
face and started kissing.  Oh, my!  Those kisses were with such
passion.  He gave me the best that day.

We slipped into the shower since we were both soaking wet.  I
took the bar of soap and lathered him all over.  As I passed his
ass I felt his hole. It was so tight.  I just knew that had to be
my next conquest.

To be continued.

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