Date: Sun, 18 May 2014 01:19:25 +1000
From: Colin Barnard <crkbarnard@gmail.com>
Subject: Enjoying Myself Part 16

We move on to the final boy, Dean. Let me give you a bit of background (for
the more salatious among you, scroll down and head to the dirty stuff).
Dean joined our high school in the 2nd year and therefore struggled to fit
in. He was a bit immature and tended to follow us around, desperate to be
in a group of friends. He was average in every way and was a bit shy/geeky,
being a late developer. By the time we were in our 4th year (14yrs old) he
had started to get quite tall and wide and quite well built and started to
mature but he never shook off his shyness and his uncanny ability to follow
us around and annoy us. It wasn't until my 5th year at that school, just
after Adrian 'dumped' me that I started to pay more attention to Dean. I
needed close friends and he fitted the bill. He lived about 200m from my
house, had a better collection of computer games than me and had just got a
dog so that meant we would go walking my dog and his together. That all
conspired to mean that he often came back to my place at lunchtime with
Mark and/or Leo to hang out with us. As I mentioned before he had happily
watched porn with us but never wanked with us AND I knew that he'd been
outside my bedroom when I first blew Leo and Leo was quite a noisy one so I
am sure he heard. Plus he spotted the cum on my chin after that incident. I
was still unsure what he knew exactly but he did say that he didn't care
what I did. Hmm, very puzzling.

So this story starts when I announced to Leo, Mark and Dean that I had
found a new, much better porno video cassette in my Dad's room and they
should see it. Being the geek that he was, Dean said that he could copy the
VHS cassette if I could bring my video player around to his house. His Mum
was working nights then and his Dad was overseas on business so after 9pm
the coast would be clear. At 9pm, I arrive on his door step with the VCR,
ready to copy the porno and we set it up but Dean wanted to see a sample of
the video first. We both watched it and I could tell he was stunned and
amazed by the hot action. I don't remember the title of that film but it
got a good airing over the next 3 years - it was that good (well, for its
time. This was before the internet). I said that I really needed to wank
and would he mind. He was cool with it and said he would too. That shocked
me. He'd been so prudish and straight-laced whenever I asked him before but
to be fair, that was around Mark or Leo. It was just the two of us.

He grabbed the quilt from his room and sat on the sofa and covered himself
up and asked if I needed something to do the same, to which I said no.
Before we started our 'session' he asked me a funny question: "Have you
ever measured your willy?" I remember being stunned by the question coming
out of the blue and also for the use of such a boyish term. "Yes, of course
Dean - hasn't everyone?" He looked a little embarrassed before saying "So
how big is yours then?" Another shock question but I was happy to supply
the details "About average - maybe a little bigger perhaps." He
contemplated that and said "Shall we measure them now?" This just got
interesting. I was intrigued and he seemed to be offering some kind of sexy
olive branch. He disappeared off into the kitchen and came back with a
ruler and two pieces of string and a marker pen (he was a geek after all).

So we sat and watched the porno for a few minutes or until we were hard and
I dropped my trousers and boxers and measured up "mine is 17cm" I said,
honestly. Dean fumbled under the quilt cover and looked up "Mine's 22cm" he
announced. Well my jaw almost dropped. That was bigger than Tim who would
have been 19-20cm. But Tim's was THICK. Perhaps Dean's was thin? I then
suggested we measure the girth. I declared the results first: 14cm. Dean
fumbled around and then announced, very humbly "Mine is 17cm." Shit! This
was quite the monster and I was desperate to see it. But how would I
persuade him? He was obviously not going to volunteer. So I thought I'd
wait for him to start wanking and build up excitement. A few minutes into
our stroking I asked him "why do you hide your cock, Dean? We all have them
- it's no big deal." He reflected for a moment and then surprised me again
by just throwing back the quilt. THERE it was, in all its magnificent,
long, thick, veiny and bulbous glory. This thing still to this day is the
most perfect penis I have ever seen. It was big enough to impress without
being obscene. Thick like a baby's arm carrying an apple and a shaft that
was as perfectly parallel as it was veiny, and he had a HUGE set of balls
that made Tim's look like a child's. Wow! How on Earth was I going to get
some of that? He had clearly never seen another grown man's erection
because he was genuinely surprised that he was big. I told him that we
should measure again to make sure we were measuring from the same points.
Truth be told, I just wanted an excuse to stare at that beast without
arousing suspicion. He carefully measured again and then announced that he
was maybe 23cm x 17.5cm. What a gifted bastard. There was no denying it, he
had (and presumably still has) a porn star's penis.

It was starting to become obvious that I couldn't keep my eyes off it. When
he closed his legs together the enormous sack just sat on top of his thighs
and his perfect penis poked against his belly, way past his navel. The
foreskin was also fantastic and encased a large, purple helmet that
glistened with precum as he pulled his skin down first to measure the
length and back up to measure the girth. I HAD to have that thing in my
mouth. My mind was whirring. What would unlock the keys to the monster
kingdom? I suggested a game of soggy biscuit. He wasn't keen. I then said
that we should play the same rules but no biscuit. He wasn't convinced. He
then came up with the idea of who could cum the furthest. Fantastic! I said
that we needed to kneel next to each other and the one who came furthest
got 1 point, the one who came first got another and the one who had the
most spunk got another. The winner would get 5 porno mags from the other.
He accepted. He went back to the kitchen to get some absorbent paper roll
and laid it out on the living room carpet in front of the TV so we could
watch the porn and go for it. In true geek fashion he marked every 10cm on
the paper with the marker (I am sure Hasbro should make this game by the
way - perhaps the reverse side of the Twister mat). The game was set.

Shoulder to shoulder we counted down from 3, 2, 1 and then we were off. My
eyes were not on the TV but on this mega pork fillet bobbing around to my
right. He had big hands and still couldn't close a fist around this thing.
As he pumped away, I noticed how much precum he was making and he held a
small wad of tissues in his left hand and kept dabbing at the end every 30
seconds to stop it oozing too much and reducing the friction. I almost
passed out from sexual frustration and the desire to launch myself at his
cock. Within a couple of minutes I was there: my poor hand flying up and
down my red raw dick as it spewed out a series of incredible long shots.
Dean had only got 1m of paper and mine went beyond that on to the carpet.
No sooner had I nutted then Dean did too and several large shots jetted out
from his cock but got to the 90cm mark but it just kept flowing. Spurt
after spurt and huge quantities. It wasn't sticky and ropey like Tim and
Leos but that more fluid-like consistency I loved from Ade. Damn it, he had
perfect cum too. I looked at him and noticed he was staring at my dick and
he quickly looked away. "So who's the winner?" I asked. "Well you win on
cumming first and also for distance. I think I win the volume challenge."
he declared. "I guess I owe you 5 porno mags Charlie. But we didn't say who
chooses so I will pick them." He clearly thought I'd be disappointed that
he'd offload his crappy mags onto me but I didn't care. I had a new love in
my life and we'd just been introduced - it was that giant dick and colossal
balls that I was interested in. Not his castoff jazz mags.

So that evening started Dean's introduction to my long-established wank
club that had started with James some 3 years earlier, had lost a founding
member but had recently recruited Leo and now Dean. It was a big change
from the low point a few months earlier which Adrian has disowned me. Over
the next few weeks I think I managed to get Dean to wank with me most days.
Leo came back once or twice a week and I'd suck him off  but with Dean I'd
get the post-dog walk evening wank so with everything go to plan, I'd be
tossing off with one of the boys 7 days a week as a minimum, often twice a
day plus the extra homework I was putting in on my own. How I had time for
any school work, I have no idea.

When I look back it's odd. I never formed an emotional attachment to Leo in
the way that I did to Dean. Leo was like Tim. He was in it for himself
which I liked and it was uncomplicated and animalistic. With Dean he was
vulnerable, a bit like Ade, desperate for my friendship but a bit geekier
so I didn't have to share him with other friends really. It was also a huge
trap I was falling into, just like Adrian but worse: he had a big physique
and a lunchbox to match. I was totally besotted.

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