Days with Darrin

Coming out was the last thing in the world that I wanted to do after realizing that my fondness of other males was not just an attraction to the eye, but rather a desire of the heart. It was not always this way and in the beginning, masturbating with friends and classmates was just as fun as it was exciting. In lieu of anything that resembled a gay lifestyle, I was satisfied to
to invite a friend over to my house after school and then watch him jack-off and cum all over a towel that I would spread out on the floor of my bedroom. I found even greater joy in all that
I would have to say and do to make these after school meat beating meetings a reality. I had become very good at the art of seduction that I managed to snare a few varsity football players in my trap. However, it all started with a guy named Shane who was a new transfer student that ended up in my history class as well as my P.E. class. He was as skinny as a rail, but he had
a dick on him that made me dizzy just to look at it. I would glance over at him in the shower after gym class and wonder how big his dangling dick would be when it was as hard.

Eventually I grew tired of just wondering how big his boner might be and decided to do whatever was necessary to find out for myself. That's when I got the idea that would become a tried and true way of turning a homework session into a meat beating meeting. Shane had come over after school a few times before, so I decided to put my plan into action and picked Friday as the day
to do it. I had managed to get my hands on an xxx-rated videotape which was no easy task back
in 1981 when VCR's were still pricy at around $250 on the low end like the one in my bedroom.

I wrapped the videotape up with fake postage and addressed it to my house, but with my neighbors
name. On my way to school in the morning, I would put the package between the door and screen door so that Shane and I would discover it together when we got my house after school. I had
even written and memorized a script of how turn a meaningless package into a sudden goldmine of
epic purportions.

"Hmm! - That's funny -- That's our address, but that my neighbors name." I would say as Shane and I examined the package.

Of course, just as I was ready to be a good neighbor and deliver the package next door, I would allow Shane to discover the warning label on the other side of the package. Suddenly this little
package of paper and plastic would turn to gold as we read the label together. WARNING! - ADULT CONTENT ENCLOSED we said in unison and I was pleased when Shane's eyes flew open as wide as saucers. Shane was already unwrapping the package as we rushed back to my bedroom to pop the videotape into my VCR which had already been cued to my favorite scene before I wrapped it.

The scene opened with a mucsular gardener warning his wealthy bosses young daughter about the dangers of parading around in front of the other hired help in nearly see-thru sun dresses like the one that she just happened to be wearing. She pretended to be offended when the Mexican gardener pointed out that he could see the dark spots of her rosey red nipples and little brown
pussy hairs showing right through the thin material.

"Where? - You can't see nothing!" She said.

"Right here!" he said.

He reached out and started to rub her pussy right through the dress and then lifted her up and set her down on the pool table. With one hand he pushed her dress up and started to finger bang her while his other hand unbottoned his pants and hauled out his very fat cock. From the corner of my eye, I could see a similar sized cock growing down the right side of Shane's pant leg. To
overcome the nervous tension in the air, we started to comment on the video and offer up these little play-by-play blurbs like sports casters.

"boy! - Look at how he's slapping her pussy with his dick." Shane said nervously.

"Yeah! - That's gotta hurt to get her pussy slapped with a fat dick like his." I said.

"I'll bet that hurts even more now!" Shane said as the gardener slid his cock into her pussy.

"I'm not so sure about that! - I don't think she'd be moaning like that if it hurt." I said.

"Oh yeah, I guess not." He said.

Shane was trying to use his left arm to block my view of his right hand as he adjusted his growing cock through the denim material of his pants. I wasn't about to let him think that it had gone un-noticed, but at the same time, I didn't want him to feel embarrassed about it either.

"Good idea! - I need to make a minor adjustment myself." I said with a playful chuckle.

The difference was that I didn't just push my boner down through my jeans like Shane, I leaned
all of the way back on one elbow and reached into my pants to pull my cock completely into a nearly upright position. I let it aim off to the side a little bit like the hour hand would on
a clock at 10:30. I was hoping that Shane would follow my lead, but by then it was obvious that there was no way that he could turn his long cock around in his pants like I had done with out pulling them down.

"Jeeze! - He's fucking her like a jackhammer! - Look at that." I said.

"No shit! - I can hear his balls slapping against her ass." Shane replied.

I confirmed that I could hear the ball slapping sound as well, but I casually added how odd it was that we could hear his balls slapping because of how my balls sort of pull up tight once I pop a boner. To my utter delight, Shane admitted that his balls do the same thing when he pops a boner. However, he was making another adjustment to his cock as he said it, but didn't bother
with trying to hide it from my view. In fact, he even lifted his leg right leg a little so that
the outline of his boner was right there in plain sight. It wasn't as fat as the Mexican gardeners cock, but it was somewhere in the neighborhood of 7 1/2 to 8 1/2 inches long just
like the muscle bound stud in the video. That was all that I need to see and decided that it was now or never! - You know? - No guts, No glory.

"Holy shit! - Is that your dick under there? - It's just as big as his!" I said pointing to the TV screen.

"No! - Mine isn't fat, it's just long." Shane said.

"That's funny because mine isn't long, it's just fat." I replied.

Shane laughed at my comment and glanced over at my bulge and then back at his own. He asked what I thought that girls would prefer more, a long dick or a fat dick. I said that I didn't really know, but that I sure hoped that the bitch in the video wasn't like most girls because she seemed to prefer guys with big fat long dicks. Shane laughed again, but then a tense silence
filled the room and I could tell that he wanted to say something. After a few seconds, he did speak and caught me totally off guard.

"So when you said that you didn't really know what a girl prefers, does that mean that you're um...well, you know?" Shane said.

I could feel the blood rushing to my head as the sweat glands in my armpits open like a fucking fire hydrent. I thought he meant by saying 'does that mean that you're...well, you know' that he was asking me flat out if I was gay. I felt like I had just been snared in my own trap and I began to stutter as I struggled to come up with a plausable response.

"Hey! - There's nothing wrong with being a virgin. - I'm still a virgin." Shane said.

"I know, but that's not the impression that I've sort of given around school if you know what I mean?" I replied as a wave of relief began to flow through me.

I hadn't even thought of that angle because his question reached my sense of guilt before it reached my sense of modesty. Nevertheless, I was relieved and also surprised that the rush of
emotion I had just encountered was heightening my sense of arousal. To change the subject away from virginity and back to dicks, I told Shane that I would trade in my chubby dick for a long dick if it were possible. I thought that he would say that he would trade in his long dick for a fat dick, but he didn't. Instead, he said that it would be really cool was if we each had a dick that was as long as his and as fat as mine. I agreed with him, but I still argued the point that I would rather have a foot-long cock like his instead of the chubby stub that I got stuck with.

Shane giggled at my reference to his dick as a foot long and said that he would still need to grow 3-1/2 inches of new dick before he'd have a foot-long cock. He said that since he had just turned 18 a few weeks ago that his dick was probably already as big as it was gonna get. I told him not to sound so sad since he only needed 3-1/2 more inches of dick to have a foot long cock and that even if I grew 3-1/2 more inches of dick it still wouldn't be enough to give me the 8-1/2 inches of dick that he already had. I could see Shane doing that math in his head like I had done when I calculated that he had an 8-1/2 inch cock. I scrambled to think of something to say and while I was thinking, I uttered something that wasn't even among the options that I had been thinking about.

"Well...if this movie makes my dick any harder I'm probably going to need to beat-off so just do me a favor and don't make fun of my little dick, okay?" I said.

I was already shocked that I even said it to begin with, but now it was Shane who had been caught off guard. I could tell that he was trying to decide wether he should respond to the part about me beating-off or the part about him making fun of the size of my dick. Shane was smarter then I though and skipped right passed the beating-off part and said that he would never make fun of the size of any dudes dick because he was often teased over the size of his dick. He told me a little story about how guys at his old school said that the only reason that his dick was so long was because he probably started beating-off when he was a baby.

"Well...in that case, could you do me a favor and hand me that shoe box under my bed?" I said.

Shane grabbed the box from under my bed and asked what was in it as he set it down on the floor between us. I pretended to be a little embarrased when I told him that it was my do-it-yourself
sex kit. He looked a little puzzled until I opened the box which contained a variety of lotions, potions and even a jar of my mom's cold cream.

"Fuck man! - You're like some sort of professional chicken choker, aren't you?" Shane said.

"No! - But I should be with as much as I practice." I said with a chuckle.

Shane was nervously shifting his eyes back and forth from the TV screen to me pulling down my pants. I pushed my pants and underwear down way passed my knees and then lifted my shirt up passed my nipples.

"Dude! - Why would anyone make fun of your dick? - Look at the fat helmet you've got on that bad boy! - You could split a bitch in two with that fat cock!" Shane said.

"And you could puncture a lung if you stuck that long dick in a pussy too far." I said.

I had barely been beating off for minute when Shane said that the squishy sound from me stroking my cream coated cock was making him fell like beating-off too. The funny thing was how he didn't
make a move to pull his dick out after saying that he felt like beating-off. I let him hang there in limbo for a few seconds and even stopped stroking long enough to take of my shirt. He
was so focused on me taking off my shirt that he didn't notice that I had kicked off my pants and underwear at the same time until he down at my feet.

"Wow! - I just noticed that you're like totally naked." He said.

"Yeah, I like being naked when I beat-off. - Is that wierd or something?" I said.

"No, it just that I could swear that you pants were pulled down to here and the next thing I know, you're like butt-ass naked." Shane said.

"Well...I hope that it doesn't bother you to see me naked because I think I'm gonna need to beat off a few times before I get my chubby dick to go back down." I said.

"It don't bother me any. I'm thinking about blowing a load myself." Shane said as he rubbed the large lump in his pants.

"Well...What are you waiting for? - I've only got one right hand and it's busy right now, so I can't exactly stroke your dick for you." I said.

"Oh yeah, of course, I know that!" Shane nervously.

"Well...actually I could, but you'll have to wait until I'm done with my dick and I'll want at least $5 if you expect me to do it for you. No wait! - Make that $10 bucks because beating-off one of your dicks is like beating off two of mine." I said.

I said it in a manner that didn't quite sound as if I was joking, but also didn't quite sound as if I was serious. Nonetheless, he had no choice but to assume that I was joking and said that it wasn't fair for me to charge him double for twice as much dick since I'd probably make him cum twice as fast. Feeling emboldened by his jocularity, I got up and leaned right over where his hand was busy on his dick so that I could pull the towel off of my bed. I told him that we'd need to share it and when I lay back down, I scooted closer so that the town could be spread out over both of our stomachs. We didn't last more then a minute longer and Shane lasted even less and started cumming about 20 seconds before I did. For a guy with a huge cock and balls the size of limes, he sure didn't shoot as much cum as I thought he would. In fact his cum didn't quite squirt out, but rather poured out and then sort of oozed out at the end. I on the other hand, I am a noisy cummer and that's what drew Shane's attention to my fat helmet head just as the first blast of cum launched out of my dick. In a white creamy rope, my cum shot out of my dick about a foot in the air and landed like a string of spaghetti against the royal blue towel.

"Whoa fuck!" Shane said.

He even added a "whoa!" for each of the other four blast of cum that followed the first. He said that he'd have to beat off 5 times to cum as much as I did and then he asked me how long it has been since I jacked-off. He was surprised when I told him that I had beat off in the shower that morning. It was such an unbelievable event to him that I scooped up some of my jizz from the towel and used it to stroke myself off again. For the next 3 minutes, Shane didn't move and just lay there and watched me go at it again with the cummy towel still spread out across both of our bellies. I managed to fire off two more good squirts and a weaker third squirt that was still produced more cum that Shane did a few minutes earlier.

For as excited as Shane seemed to be at the time, he wasn't quite a chummy the next day when I saw him at school and I could tell that he'd become conflicted over it once he was home and had time to reflect on what he had done. That conflict was no stranger to me except that Shane's conflict was over guilt of doing something even once that would bring ridicule should anyone ever find out. My conflict was over doing something that should make me feel guilty, but instead made me want to do it as often as possible. That's how Travis the captain of the varsity football team ended up at my house the next friday. I swear, Travis was not the sharpest tool in the shed and he understood very little outside of football. He had a 2.2 GPA and couldn't find his ass with both hands and an ass map if his life depended on it. But when we found that package at my front door after school, it worked like a charm. However, I was amazed at how such a big strong athlete like travis could have such a tiny dick. If you cut about a inch off of a store bought hotdog, that would be a good representation of the length and thickness of Travis'
rock hard boner, but there was rumors about Travis and steroids floating around and I had read that steroids can have this effect on the male penis. However, for a guy with almond sized balls, he sure did bust a healthy amount of creamy ranch. To my delight, Travis was a noise cummer like myself.

Travis came back over on Saturday and by Sunday I was milking his 4-incher for him using a 3-finger method that I hadn't used since junior high school. I'm not sure what turned Shane around, but by monday he was back to normal and started chatting with me as if nothing had happened. However, when he said that he thinks that he left his science book at my house, I
knew that was looking for an afterschool invitation. Even though I was happy that I was going to get to watch him stroke that long cock of his, I didn't care for the way that he was hinting around about stuff like it was the first time all over again.

Once in my room, Shane stared looking around for a book that he knew damn well wasn't there and had never been there. When he started to run out of places to look for his book, he decided to make small talk by asking me what my neighbor said when he found out that his porno-flick had been sent to my house by mistake.

"Fuck that! - I'm not giving it back! - It's mine! - Finders keepers, loosers weepers!" I said.

"Well pop it in the VCR then!" Shane said.

"I don't know about that Shane. You seemed kind of freaked out after the last time."