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INSURANCE SALESMAN CRUSH

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Badgod69 During the summer before my 8th grade year in school I had a brief but intense encounter with one of my family's insurance agents. Back in those days, insurance agents would drop by periodically to chat and see what the family's insurance needs were currently and no doubt to try to sell more insurance.I had never had any reason to pay much attention to the agents who'd stop by infrequently, until this one particular Friday afternoon. At this time I was 13 years old and into blacklights and glow-in-the-dark posters and all that peace and love and psychedelic stuff. I was also into dark, classical music and vampires and monsters, so all-in-all I was sort of a freak. But an interesting and pretty cute one. I had been masturbating since I could remember, but I had only just the year before started experimenting with sex. This was with my nephew Ronnie who lived out of state and was 2 years older than me (my parents had me late in life.) We were pretty wild and nasty when we fucked around, as I was later to realize when I learned that most of what got me and Ronnie off so good seemed either alien or distasteful to most of the guys I hooked up with in later years. My secret sexual relationship with my nephew and a few circle jerks with some of my school buddies back in 6th and 7th grades made me not entirely naive when it came to sexuality and the signals that seemed to go with it. Yet the idea of sex with an adult never really crossed my mind, and if it did, it probably just seemed scary. I was pretty shy and timid around strangers and would stay that way until I got to know the person better. Then I could be a little hellion, frequently getting into trouble for sneaky pranks and petty theft and stuff like that. Being "bad" felt good, liberating, and really, really sexy. I usually had a hard-on when I was up to no good. I guess I was just weird that way, maybe a little sociopathic like lots of young teenage guys. Basically, I was a good kid, just feeling 'other' and lonely a lot of the time. Then I'd get bored, and then I'd get in trouble. One of my favorite monsters had always been Frankenstein's creature, probably because it seemed like the creature and I had a lot in common. What teenager doesn't feel like Frankenstein's creature at some point during their adolescence? Back then I stood about 5'5", weighed about 120 pounds, had a mop of dark brown hair and blue-gray eyes with pale, creamy skin that flushed at the drop of a hat. I was a classic mixture of my English/Irish heritage and I looked it. Like most of the males in my family, I had gone through puberty early. While not yet fully developed, I had a nicely-growing thatch of hair around my 6-1/2" cut dick and under my arms, and I had my first wet orgasm when I was not quite 12 years old. My legs were pretty fuzzy as were my forearms, and they were getting hairier. The rest of my body was smooth at that time, but my ass would be dusted with a fine dark fuzz by the end of the year. I also had a quick and ready wit coupled with a dark-to-outlandish sense of humor when I got to know a person better. Anyway, one hot, Friday afternoon in July the doorbell rang and I answered it. Behind the screen door stood a guy that immediately made my heart start racing. He was very handsome and butch-looking in a classic all-American jock sort of way, totally straight, maybe even Mormon, probably about 23 years old. His hair was light brown and cut short and conservative for those times, but it looked hot on him I remember thinking at the time. He had bright, sparkling blue eyes and a smile that lit up his whole face. He was dressed very casually in cut-off jeans, a tank top, and sandals. He smiled at me and kept smiling wider and wider as he introduced himself and asked me if my mom or dad was around. I got shy all of a sudden from the way he was looking at me, and I remember feeling myself blush furiously. I scowled and looked away and told him, "Uhm, yeah, I think my mom is in the backyard. Go through the gate at the side of the house and I'll go tell her you want to talk to her." He smiled some more at me, said "OK!" and walked down the steps of our front porch. I ran through the house, breathless and curious about this handsome man, out the back door and into the backyard. "Mom! There's this insurance guy that wants to talk to you!" I bleated in my adolescent voice, which cracked just enough to embarrass me. I stopped in my tracks when I saw him already there and talking to my mom. They both just turned and looked at me, then my mom turned back to him while he held my gaze for a few seconds before he turned his attention back to my mom. I blushed again and went back inside the house. I went into my bedroom feeling oddly excited, then figured I could get some more peeks at him by looking out my parent's bedroom window that looked out over the backyard. I could see them talking, but I couldn't hear what they were saying. He smiled a lot at my mom, nodding in agreement every once in a while, and they laughed easily with each other. Now I could look at him all I wanted to without having to risk his gaze. His arms looked massive to me, a scrawny 13 year-old kid, as did his thighs and calves. I couldn't see his naked thighs because of those stupid cut-offs, but his calves were covered in bronze-colored hair. This guy obviously worked out lots and his body was nicely built. Not muscle-bound, just shaped and well-defined. I hadn't noticed that he had hooked his sunglasses over the neckline of his white tank top until now. He reached up and unhooked them, then put them on his face. His shades made him look really cool and masculine, I recall thinking. He looked like a big kid himself, full of restless energy that made him shift his weight from one sandaled foot to the other. But he was cool and casual, too, moving with a cat-like sinuousness. Finally I heard them laugh loud and my mom nodded when he jerked his thumb towards the front of the house. He left the yard and I raced around to my bedroom so I could look out the window and see if I could spot him leaving. When I got to my window I noticed that a red sports car was parked in front of our house - I guessed it must be his. What a cool car! All of a sudden I heard a man's voice shout "Hello?" from the porch. I ran out of my room, just slowing down before I reached the front door. There he was again, behind the screen door. "Uhm, yeah, hi," I said lamely. "Hi," he said back, smiling hugely. I couldn't see his eyes because his shades hid them but I could tell he was looking straight at me. "Your mom tells me you're into all this psychedelic stuff that's popular." "I guess so, yeah," I replied, suddenly embarrassed again and furious at my mom for having dared mention me. "Do you have any glow-in-the-dark posters or anything like that?" "I don't know. Well, uhm, yeah, I have a bunch on my walls in my room, I guess." "Really? Which ones do you have?," he asked, taking off his shades. His eyes squinched up into glittering slits when he smiled that broad, ear-to-ear smile of his. I hesitated for a split second, then opened the screen door and motioned for him to come in. "You wanna see them?" I asked as he crossed the threshold. "Sure, if you don't mind showing them to me," he replied. We walked down the hall to my bedroom. I got wildly embarrassed again as I realized he would see what my room looked like. It was a disaster to anyone other than a kid. There were clothes and comic books and monster magazines and stuff all over the floor, all over and under my bed, my desk, any surface that could hold stuff was covered by young teen boy detritus. My mom was always on me about how messy my room was and how stinky it got from dirty clothes and stuff. It did kind of smell, I guess, like dirty socks and sweat and stale cum. That classic junior high school locker room smell. Just as I was about to apologize for the mess he swept past me and walked into my bedroom. He didn't even glance around at all the junk, he just walked up to the posters and looked at them. "Nice," he said, "these are cool!" "Are you into this stuff?" I asked him, hearing my voice come out squeaky and shaky. I cursed God for making my voice sound like that at that moment. "Not so much anymore. Before I got married I was really into it but my wife doesn't go for it much so I threw it all away. Too bad. If I'd known you then I would have given my posters to you, Dan" he said as he clasped my shoulder in a brotherly, jock kind of way. "I may still have one or two rolled up in the garage somewhere; I'll see if I can find them and if I do I'll bring 'em over. OK?" We laughed and I told him thanks. He had called me by my name and I wondered how he knew it. So I asked him. "How do you know my name? Cuz of the insurance?" I asked. "Nah. Well, I could have known your name that way, but no, I just asked your mom and she told me." He laughed. "By the way, I'm Matt." He held out his big, dry hand to shake and I clasped it. It felt like a vise and my smaller hand got completely swallowed up by his. He pumped my hand for a few seconds, then let it go. I can't remember all we talked about, but I warmed up to him really fast and we were both soon laughing and cracking jokes back and forth. It wasn't like talking to an adult at all but it wasn't like talking to a kid either. It was just fun and easy talking to him. He told me he had to get going and asked me what I was doing later. I told him, "Nothing, probably. Just staying home." I mentally wondered why he wanted to know. He just sort of shrugged and smiled and started to head towards the front door. As we walked out I kept by his side 'til he got to his car. "I'm glad I met you, Dan," he said as he leaned on the car's roof for a second before he climbed in. His shades were back on by now, so it almost felt like I was talking to a cop. "You're a cool guy. And funny, too!" He was smiling that smile again and I could feel my knees start to go weak. I already totally had a crush on this guy. And he was an adult! "Yeah, nice meeting you too, Matt. I like you, too, I mean I think you're cool. So, what're you gonna do now? See more customers?" I asked, not wanting to let him go yet, but also completely embarrassed by the stupid things that were coming out of my mouth. "Nah, I don't usually work on Fridays, I just stopped by here today, actually. Now I'm gonna go home and start working on my bike. Me and some buddies are working on restoring a motorcycle. Hey, maybe you'd like to help me sometime?" "Sure!" my voice croaked, and I blushed red hot again. He laughed and got into his car. He leaned over to the open passenger window and said, "OK, Dan, I'll be talking to you real soon!" then he revved the engine and squealed off like a bat outta hell, turned the corner and disappeared leaving only the high, hollow whine of the engine fading away. I walked back inside and felt my heart beat start to slow down some. I was sweating like a horse and I felt all trembly. I believed I had just been flirted with by an adult, and one I thought was sexy as hell! It helped a lot that he was handsome and acted young and didn't speak down to me like most adults did. This guy was cool. Matt. Matt. I said his name silently to myself over and over, and I liked the way it made me feel saying it. When my mom came inside to make us lunch, she said that she thought he was a nice young man. I didn't say anything, just watched her to see if she could tell what I was thinking about Matt. "You know, he asked me about you, Dan," my mom said as she made some tuna fish sandwiches for us. "What?? Why'd he ask about me?" I shot back at her. "I don't know. You don't need to get mad about it, I think he was just being friendly. You could use a big brother type in your life. Maybe it'd keep you out of trouble." I snorted and sneered at her, secretly thrilled that Matt had asked stuff about me and happy that my mom thought he was OK for me to hang out with. "He's nice, I guess," I said. "He said he might bring some posters over some day if he can find them." "Posters?" my mom asked. "What kind of posters?" "You know, like the ones I have in my room," I said testily, rolling my eyes at how clueless my mother could be. "Well, see, that's what I was saying. He seems like a nice young guy. Be nice to him, OK, baby?" she said as she ruffled my hair, then passed me the plate of sandwiches. I shrugged and said, "Whatever," feeling my 13 year-old dick give a massive lurch in my shorts. After dinner that evening I was in my bedroom playing the piano. The phone rang and I assumed it was for my older sister. It always was. As I continued to play, the phone stopped ringing and a few seconds later I heard my sister call out, "Dan! DAN! Some guy's on the phone for you!" from the kitchen. I figured it was my buddy Eddie from school. We had talked about going to see a movie this weekend and I figured he wanted to talk about what movie we should go see. I told my family that I would pick up the phone in my parent's bedroom. We only had 2 phones, 1 in the kitchen and the other one in their bedroom. Whenever anyone wanted to talk privately on the phone, they'd head into my parents' room and close the door. My family was pretty good about respecting each other's privacy, so I knew I could have a phone conversation without being overheard or interrupted. "Yeah?" I said into the receiver, expecting to hear Eddie's nasally voice answer me. "What's up, man?" a strange, adult voice said. It took me a second to realize who I was talking to. When I realized it was Matt, my heart leapt into my mouth and I could barely speak. "Not much, how about you?" I asked. "I found those posters. I think you'll like them. I'll bring them by tomorrow if that's OK," he said. "Uhm, yeah, sure, that'd be awesome. When? I mean, what time can you get here?" "Too bad I can't come over right now." He laughed and I could just see his eyes crinkle up in that sexy smile. "I would, but my wife has her family over and we're barbecuing. Sucks." I laughed, not sure what I was laughing at really, but it seemed like I had heard adults laugh for no apparent reason this way when they spoke to each other. "No, that's cool. I mean it's cool that you guys are having a barbecue. I just had dinner too and now I'm pretty bored," I said. "I can't imagine you being bored, Dan," he replied. "You must have girlfriends all over the place, yeah?" He chuckled and laughed a bit, like one jock teasing another. "Hah, uhm, well, not really," I said frantically, trying to guess what he meant by that. "How come? A good-looking kid like you? I would have thought you were a lady's man!" I could see myself in the mirror on my mom's vanity and I was blushing a deep scarlet. I was also tenting out my shorts with a major boner. "What's your wife like?" I asked, tactless and horrified the moment the words were out of my mouth. Matt didn't seem to notice I had said anything stupid. He said, "Oh, she's cool. You'll like her. I mean, when you meet her." "Why am I gonna meet her?" I asked, puzzling at the direction this conversation was going. I had no idea what we were doing or talking about, but it was exciting me. I felt like he was talking to me in some sort of adult code that I didn't understand. "Well, you're gonna have to come over and help me work on my bike, remember? And, hey!, do you like animals?" I was completely lost. "Sure," I ventured blindly. "Why?" "Cuz I have a mountain lion in my backyard. He's a mean bugger but he's starting to let me near him after I feed him sometimes." "Wait, you have a mountain lion in your backyard?" I asked. "Yeah, we built a huge cage for him in the backyard. It's chain-link and it's a double-decker model. He's got plenty of room and so far he seems to be OK with it. My neighbors don't think much of him, though." He laughed conspiratorially and I laughed with him. Conspiring was something I DID understand. "How'd you get him?" I asked, ever more in awe at how cool this guy was. He had a MOUNTAIN LION for a pet! "Me and a buddy were out hunting and we found him. He'd been hurt by another big cat, looked like, so we took him to the vet. The vet was a crook really, but he let us take the cat when he started to get better." I think that's the gist of what he said. I was busy trying to process a ton of signals and information at the same time that my concentration was being pulled to my stiff, dripping dick. It felt like there was a teaspoon of precum soaking into my briefs and trickling down my leg. I was wondering what he was wearing. I was imagining that he was standing there naked, talking to me on the phone. I was guessing what his body would look like and what he'd do to me if we fucked around. "Wow, Matt, that's really cool. Yeah, I'd like to see him! Is he big?" I asked. "Yeah, he's pretty huge," Matt replied. He laughed a low, quiet chuckle then he said, while he laughed, "You're talking about his body, right?" Then he laughed some more. At first I didn't understand what was so funny, but from the way he was laughing I figured it was something sexual, thought about that for a second, and then realized what he meant. "Duh! I'm not interested in how big his thing is, man!" I laughed back at him. We cracked up together for a bit and then he said, "Man, you should see it, though! He's got a really huge piece. Almost as big as you, probably!" He laughed that way jocks do, settling into a chuckle. "Yeah, right. More like you, probably," I laughed back. It dawned on me a second later that what he had just said was a complement, not a jab. He just sighed as his laughter faded away. "Well, yeah, I have to say I don't have any reason to complain. Linda - that's my wife - even told me I'm too big." I was speechless. I was so absolutely almost sure this guy was flirting with me, but I didn't want to be wrong, say something obvious back to him, and then have it all go bad cuz I was way off. I had never had an adult friend before, so I really didn't know how to feel. Was he just a nice man who was being brotherly to me? It felt like there was something else going on, too. I didn't know what to say. I remember at that precise moment hearing the sounds of my family out in the living room, my sister barking commands at her boyfriend who had come over for dinner, out in the kitchen. These were all familiar and comfortable sounds, even if they did annoy me usually; I knew that world and what was expected of me; I knew my role and I liked it OK, it was safe. Now I felt trapped in a situation where I was going to be asked to take a step out of that world and nothing would ever be the same again. I wouldn't be safe and secure in my only known role anymore; I would have entered the intimate world of adults before I actually was one. I wanted to fuck around with this hot man so much but I was terrified of actually taking that step. Maybe I wasn't ready for it. At that instant it all felt like whatever I said next would determine what world I would step into or stay secure in. "You OK?" he asked all of a sudden. "Huh? Yeah, I was just thinking about something. Hey, I have to go now. My dad's telling me I have to dry the dishes," I lied, fast and flat. "Oh! OK... Hey, listen, I didn't get you into trouble or anything, did I? I'd hate to do that." "No, he's cool. It's OK. So you're coming over tomorrow then?" I asked, just to make sure he wasn't pissed off at me. "Sure. I'll come by around noon, if that's OK," he said, sounding normal, just like he had before I got weird on him. I suddenly felt like he really was just a nice guy who was treating me like a little brother. I felt disappointed, I remember, almost like I had been rejected. God, young adolescence is hard! All the rest of that night I couldn't stop thinking about Matt. I even went to bed earlier than usual, just to try to stop thinking. But it was useless. I lay there imagining what it would be like to get it on with him. Every time I closed my eyes I saw us doing stuff to each other. The sights I was seeing in my head made my cock so hard that it hurt. I must have busted like 4 nuts that night. Finally, exhausted and drained, I sank into a deep, oblivious sleep. In the morning I felt oddly detached from the whole situation. I felt like I had made the whole thing up. I ate breakfast and was out of the house before anyone else was awake. I jumped on my board and skated over to the local park and hung out there for a while, meeting some of my buddies from school who also happened to be there. We all skated for an hour or so, then I decided to go home and see if Matt had called. Even though I didn't really care, I didn't want to miss him. When I got home I walked into an empty house. There was no message for me saying he'd phoned. My sister was probably over at her boyfriend's house already and I knew my mom and dad had some errands to run that day. That meant I had the house to myself 'til at least the early afternoon. I still hadn't taken a shower, even after just skating and playing hard the day before and all the jerking off I had done last night. To be honest, taking showers wasn't high on my list of important daily activities, like it isn't for lots of young teenage boys. So I know I must have been pretty sweaty and ripe. It didn't bother me. In fact I didn't even think about it. I listened to my stereo in my room for a little while. The phone wouldn't ring. I had Matt's phone number but I didn't want to call him cuz I didn't want to have to talk to his wife. What if she answered the phone? What would I say? Right around noon I decided to try some new moves on my board in our driveway. I had been skating for about 15 minutes when I heard his car come barreling down the street. I almost fell off my board, getting instantly embarrassed that he'd see me mess up or scrub. I stepped off my board and flipped it up so I could lean on it. He pulled up just as I did. My heart immediately started pounding. I instantly switched back to feeling the way I had about him yesterday. So much for not caring. His tape deck was blaring loud rock 'n' roll which he let continue play after he'd turned the engine off. Cool, I thought, this guy is soooooo damn cool... He switched the music off and jumped out of his car, beaming his smile in my direction. He looked overjoyed to see me, like it was Christmas morning and he was the little kid with the most presents under the tree. God, he's awesome looking!, I recall thinking. "Hey, bro!" he barked as he grabbed something off the passenger seat. It was some rolled-up posters, yellowed and lightly torn in a couple of places, I could see as he walked towards me. "Hi, Matt!" I barked back, loving how easy it was to say his name. He asked me about my skating and tried to get me to show him some moves, but I wasn't gonna do that, no way. I didn't want to look stupid in front of him if I fell or something. We sat on the front lawn, then stretched out on it. I was on the alert for any signs of flirting. He told me how the work was coming along on his bike, but I have to admit I wasn't interested in mechanics or how it was going or anything else. I was too distracted by having him so close to me, feeling the sensual prickling of the grass under my bare legs and arms. And I couldn't tear my eyes off him. He caught me staring hard at him several times, but he'd just smile or laugh or continue talking about nothing in particular. It was even hotter today than it had been yesterday, and he was dressed for it. He was barefoot this time, not even sandals. Yesterday he wore cut-offs and a tank top. Today he had on thin, cotton shorts and a plaid, short-sleeved, unbuttoned shirt, apparently just thrown on for some covering. That meant his chest was exposed and that was what was making me so crazy and distracted. I had always had a thing for guys' chests, even as a little kid. I thought guys' chests were so sexy and now I had one right beside me, a real man's chest, not a boy's like Ronnie's and mine. He was sweating quite a bit. I could smell a combination of strong, male sweat and a faint smell of deodorant. He smelled really good to me, masculine and healthy. His chest was hairy but not excessively. He had some of that bronze fuzz around his nipples and on his upper chest. His abs were smooth but there was a narrow line of thick bronze hair leading down from his navel into his shorts. His skin was a creamy tan that faded into a sexy white below the waistband of his shorts. And he had pushed his shades up onto his forehead. I started getting fidgety. I didn't know where to look and my gaze kept coming back to his chest and his legs. One time when I looked at his face I saw that he was staring at my body, especially at my sweaty t-shirt covered chest. I wondered what that meant. Finally, he hoisted himself off the lawn and stood up, reaching out his big hand to give me an assist. I wanted to let go of his hand as quickly as I could cuz mine was sweating so bad. "Hey, so do you wanna take a look at these posters?" he asked, cocking his head to the side a bit. He looked so god damn handsome. More adorable than totally grown-up handsome, actually. Was that cocked-head move a flirt? Was he trying to look so good? "Sure," I replied. He grabbed the roll, undid the rubber band and shot it at me, then unscrolled the posters one-by-one. They were cool, if a bit dated. The one I remember was an old-fashioned sailing ship being tossed on a very rough ocean against a jet-black background, all done in florescent colors that would shine brightly under a blacklight. If I had one. He said, "Wanna take 'em inside?" "Yeah, sure," I said, already feeling the sweat from my pits trickle down my sides. When we got in my bedroom, he asked me if I thought I would actually put any of the posters up, or were they too old? I told him I definitely had room for the sailing ship poster right now, but I'd have to rotate my other posters to fit any more of his in. That seemed to please him and he winked at me and gave a thumbs-up gesture. We tacked the poster up and I told him it looked awesome. I also said it would look a helluva lot better under a blacklight. He just nodded and smiled. He sat down on my desk chair and put his big feet up on my bed and looked around my walls at all the posters and stuff. I noticed that his feet were dirty on the bottom, like he had been walking around barefoot all day. I felt the very beginnings of a boner. Oh god, not now. I sat down on the edge of my bed facing him, willing my cock to go back down, hoping that Matt wouldn't notice the bulge in my lap. He started to move his feet off my bed. "That's OK," I told him, "you can leave your feet up." "They're kind of dirty," he said, flashing me a sheepish grin, like he'd been caught doing something. "You should see mine after I've been skating all day," I replied. He rested his big feet back on my bed, a little bit closer to me this time. "You don't skate barefoot, do you?" "Nah, but my shoes and socks get really sweaty and nasty, so my feet do, too" I answered. He smiled at me and started looking around my room. "Yeah, a blacklight really would make these posters look better at night. Make 'em almost jump off the walls," he mused. "Yeah, I'm saving up for one but I want one of those long lights that're mounted in a fixture. They're like 3 feet long, almost," I explained. "Yeah, I know exactly the kind you're talking about," he nodded. I started asking him lots of questions. I had discovered a few years back that if I could get my mind engaged by asking questions I could make my boner go away. I asked him lots of stuff about this past and about his marriage. I found out that Matt was 25 years old, that he had gone into the Navy right out of high school, had gotten engaged to his wife when they were seniors in high school, and had married her three years ago. They didn't have any kids yet. I asked him why not. He told me that he wasn't sure he was ready to be a dad yet cuz he still had lots of stuff he wanted to do and try before he settled down to raising kids. His wife was pressuring him to get her pregnant, had been pressuring him about it since they got married. "But I still just want to hang out with the guys, you know what I mean?" he asked me, grinning from ear-to-ear again. I smiled back, pretty sure I knew how he felt. When I looked at my clock I was surprised to see that we had been talking for almost an hour. "I better get going," he said when I made a comment about how fast the day was going by. "I told Linda I'd only be gone for a little while. She's probably wondering where the fuck I am!" This was the first time I'd heard him swear and it made my dick start to get hard again. It was sexy as hell hearing this big, half-naked jock say 'fuck'. He got up to leave and as I walked with him to my bedroom door I said, "Hey, thanks for the posters, Matt. They're awesome." He just stared at me and smiled again. We were facing each other and he reached out a hand and squeezed my shoulder. Big hand, strong grip. Nice. "No problem, buddy," he said, tousling my hair with his fingers. I noticed that his hand lingered a bit in my hair. I reached up and patted his hand and wrist, acknowledging that it felt good to feel his hand on me. Then, I don't know why (and I hadn't planned this), I hugged him. I just wrapped my arms around his broad back and pulled myself into him, happy and proud that this guy was my friend. He hugged me back and I felt like I was gonna pass out from how good his embrace felt. I could feel the heat of his naked chest through the thin cotton of my dirty t-shirt. I could smell his sweat even stronger now. Alarmingly, my dick was ramrod hard in about 5 seconds. I tried to pull away from the hug but he still held me. I thought I could feel his cock start getting harder and bigger, pressing against mine through our clothes. I pulled back again, and he released me. He held me by the shoulders at arms length and said, "You're a really cool kid, Dan..." I couldn't stop staring at him, at his blue eyes and his broad grin. "I really like you, too, Matt," I replied quietly, afraid to speak louder in case my voice cracked like it did sometimes when I was nervous or feeling awkward. Which was most of the time. He wrapped his muscular arm around my shoulder and we walked out to his car. He left his arm around my shoulder the whole time. I leaned into his side a little so I could get even closer to him. When we got to his car he took his arm off my shoulder, turned me to face him, and planted a big smacking kiss on my forehead while he groped my crotch and got a big handful of my hard cock and balls. I froze, then laughed and after a moment pushed him away, then danced a bit backwards and forwards. I was exhilarated. We laughed together without saying a word for a second or two. He suddenly stopped laughing, looked down at his shorts, then looked up at me and gave me that shit-eating grin of his before laughing again, like a big, joking jock. I thought I could see a definite bulge in his shorts. We both just laughed, not knowing what else to say or do, I think. Finally, he just shook his head, still laughing. "I might see you tomorrow, buddy, cuz your mom told me yesterday I should talk to your dad about the insurance stuff." "Cool, yeah, he'll be home all day tomorrow. Yeah, stop by, that'd be awesome," I said a little too quickly, I thought. After he left I went back inside and laid down on my bed, thinking about all the info I had learned about him. I remembered the feel of his arms around me and the unmistakable pressure of his hardening dick pressed against me. But the best was his hand grabbing my boner while he smooched my forehead. What the hell?? And then, him being hard, too. OK, so now I knew I wasn't making this all up. My boner started aching bad so I pulled my shorts down and had a good jerk. When I was finished I cleaned up all the jizz that I had just sprayed myself with. I wished it was Matt's cum I was scooping up and felt myself blush yet again. The next day when he came over it was early, like 10 a.m. My dad and Matt did their business, whatever it was, at the dining room table. I don't know how long Matt had been there when I woke up and recognized his voice. I jumped out of bed, still wearing the same clothes I'd had on for the last three days, both outer and under clothes and socks. I rarely bothered getting undressed for bed. What was the point? I was a mess of wrinkles and smells. This morning, even I knew I had to shower soon. Like maybe tomorrow. My hair was sticking up all over my head, my cowlicks even more furious and unruly than usual. I must have looked like a stinky clown. But I didn't care. I wanted to see Matt. When I opened my door and walked into the living room, Matt looked up and that slow, ear-to-ear grin spread across his entire face. My dad glanced up at me too, then. "You finally got up, huh?" my dad said and chuckled. My dad was a nice dad most of the time. "Hi, Matt," I yawned, smiling and rudely ignoring my dad. Matt glanced at my dad who just smiled and turned back to the papers they had spread out on the table, then looked back at me. "Don't go anywhere 'til I talk to you. I got something for you I think you're gonna want!" he said to me through that huge grin. I said "OK" and went into the kitchen to eat breakfast. Just about the time I was finishing up, Matt and my dad got through, too. Matt came by the kitchen and said, "Come out to my car with me." I jumped up and walked outside with him. He walked like he had a surprise and couldn't wait to show it to me. When he got to his car, he opened the trunk, reached inside, and pulled out a 3-foot long blacklight mounted in a fixture. "Ta da!" he sang out, proudly holding the light in one hand of his outstretched, upraised arms. He walked over to me and said, "Here ya go, Dan." I couldn't believe it. I loved this guy so much at that moment. "Where'd you get this?" I asked, in awe. "A buddy of mine just told me a week ago that he had one he was getting rid of. I asked him if he still had it after I met you the other day and he said he yes and he gave it to me. Cool, huh?" I hugged him with one arm as I grasped the wonderful thing with my other arm. "I gotta run now, buddy, but you gotta let me come over some night soon so I can see what your room looks like in the dark with that thing on!" he called back to me as he raced to his car. "Any time, man!" I called back. "Thank you, Matt, you kick ass!" His engine was already started, and he waved his arm out the window as he tore off down the street. I didn't see him anymore for over a week, but I did talk to him on the phone almost every day. He always called me, except maybe one or two times when I was calling him back. It was weird. It felt like I was his little brother combined with being his equal-status buddy. He talked a lot but he got me to talk a lot more. At times I wished he really was my big brother. All I had was sisters. He was so cool and easy to talk to. Matt was fun and funny both, and we talked about everything, from music to monsters to sex and girls. He never mentioned grabbing my dick that one time or anything sexual about guys. He talked about sex and girls more than I did, and he had some pretty wild stories about some of the times he fucked around with girls while he was in the navy. He mentioned having to jerk off while he was at sea and some of the funny times and places he had to do it in. He got caught at it once by a couple of his sailor buddies and he thought that was hilarious. One night he called and my dad answered the phone. It was Matt, but he was talking to my dad for awhile so I figured they had business. My dad handed me the phone after they were done and Matt told me that he'd be by the next day. He sounded sort of excited and I know I did, too. The next day the whole family was home when Matt drove up. When my dad let him in they walked into the living room to talk. I was sitting in the kitchen and as they passed by Matt looked in and saw me. His face lit up and I barked out "Hi, Matt!" "Hey, Dan!" he called back, flashing that grin that I loved seeing, then continued into the living room with my dad. They talked for what seemed like hours. Finally, I heard them start to go towards the front door. I dashed out the kitchen door that led into the garage, then flung open the garage door and started skating in the driveway. As Matt came down the front steps he strolled over to me and said, "So what are you doing the rest of the day?" He was wearing baggy shorts and a thin, plain white t-shirt and sandals, of course. "Not much, I guess," I responded, ready and willing to do anything he wanted to do. "Wanna take a drive with me? I don't have to be back home for a little while yet. It's a nice day and I thought I'd drive up into the hills. Wanna come along?" he asked with a hint of coaxing in his voice. "Hold on a sec and let me ask. I wanna go but I gotta ask first," I said as I started to bound towards the front door, grinning like a maniac. My mom and dad said it was OK but to be back pretty quick. They asked where we were going, so I told them to the auto supply store. I was worried that saying, "going for a drive up in the hills" would sound funny. Parents were much more trusting and less suspicious of strangers back then, but still. They knew that Matt and I had sort of become instant buddies but they seemed OK with it, if not downright pleased. When I got back outside, Matt was sitting on the steps. "Well?" he asked, eyebrows arched. "Let's go!" I laughed, and we trotted over to his car. He seemed to be as excited as I was. Before he got in, he whipped off his t-shirt. All he had on now was his shorts. We drove along in silence at first and that started to worry me. Was he pissed off at me about something? Did he think I was a fag because I had a boner that time when he grabbed my dick? Of course, he had one too, I guess. But I still thought of him as being straight because he was married. I was na�ve enough at that age to think that it was that simple. I couldn't tell what was going on in his head, mostly because I couldn't see his eyes behind his shades. I couldn't quite tell what was going on in mine, either. "Why so quiet?" he asked me, punching me lightly in the arm. "I was wondering the same thing about you, man," I said, laughing at him. That broke the ice and we started to joke and goof off. He was a fast but careful driver. It felt so amazing to be in this kickin' sports car, sitting next to such a cool, handsome man. I secretly hoped we'd pass some of my buddies from school and they'd see us. We'd been driving and talking for about 15 minutes and had started our ascent into the wooded hills that surrounded the town. The road curved and dipped repeatedly, and Matt drove it almost like it was a race course. He'd tear into a curve, slow down some, then accelerate out of it, making the tires squeal in resistance. The faster and harder he drove the car, the more my dick throbbed and leaked out precum. I forget exactly what started it, but the conversation eventually got around to jerking off and sex. I think maybe I initiated it this time. He'd been asking me about girlfriends and if there was a special lady in my life yet. I'd told him about a girl at school who I thought was sort of cute. Truthfully, I wasn't really into girls yet. That would come about a year later. "I'm only 13, Matt," I laughingly reminded him. "I don't have a girlfriend yet, but there's bound to be some hot chicks at Bancroft. It's a junior high," I said proudly, now that I was moving up out of elementary school into junior high school. "Yeah?" he asked, suddenly all ears. He acted just like all my guy friends at school whenever the talk centered on girls and sex. Eager for some juicy details. "Yeah, I bet there'll be lots of them who are hot," I replied. "Nice tits on those chicks, I bet, huh?" he asked with a mischievous leer as he turned to look at me. "Uhm, yeah, I guess, pretty nice," I answered. He chuckled, then it got quiet again. "I bet you're horny all the time, aren't you? I remember how constantly horny I was when I was your age," he said, shaking his head and smiling broadly. Suddenly a little bit nervous now, I laughed again but didn't say yes or no. It seemed like I was somehow unconsciously directing this whole thing, and it was going just right. "It's OK to jerk off, ya know," he said, almost tenderly and big-brotherly. "I'm not a moron, dude," I said. "Duh! I know all about jerking off." "I bet you do!" he laughed and lightly punched my arm again. "I never asked you this, but do you do it a lot?" "What's a lot?" I teased, eager to see what he'd say. I really was eager to hear his answer, cuz at that time I was jacking off at least twice a day, usually more. Maybe I was a freak. "Well, when I was 13 I beat off at least once a day," he said thoughtfully, "but there really isn't a normal amount for every guy. Some guys do it more, some less. So, how much do you do it?" he asked again. "More than you did," I shot back, chuckling evilly at him. "Like how much?" he laughingly persisted. I smiled and said, "Once in the morning, once before I go to sleep, and once or twice during the day if I can find a place to do it," I told him. There. I had been honest. He let out a low whistle and laughed. "Damn! You are a little horn-dog, aren't you? Way to go, bro!" he said, tilting his head back and laughing sort of triumphantly. He reached over and gave my shoulder a friendly squeeze. I laughed but didn't say anything else. He wasn't taking his hand off my shoulder. In fact, he was still giving my shoulder light squeezes, then started to let his hand roam over my upper arm and the back of my neck a bit. I could see his strong naked arm and chest when I looked over at him. I could see and sort of smell the wet, dense bronze hair in his armpit. He took his hand away and I glanced at his face. He looked over at me and smiled, then looked back to the road. I sighed and adjusted my position in the bucket seat. All of a sudden he let out a "whoop!, laughing hard, and slapped my knee with the flat of his hand, then punched the accelerator 'til it felt like we were flying. We were on a long flat stretch of road so it was safe, but it felt thrilling and bad and exhilarating to be going this fast with this guy in this car in this situation. I got a hard-on in the same way I'd get one when I was doing something 'bad'. Just as we began to slow down to something resembling the speed limit, he placed his hand on my knee and gave it a squeeze. I spread my legs a little so that the knee he was touching leaned into his grasp. His hand slowly, slowly began to move up my leg so that it was now planted firmly on my upper thigh. We looked at each other at the same time and laughed. He removed his hand and I saw that he adjusted his crotch. I decided to say something sexy. "Damn, now I got a boner and I'm horny as hell," I said, openly provoking him to say something or make a move. He didn't say anything at first. I noticed he glanced at the rearview mirror. Then he said, "Should I pull off?" I didn't get it. "What do you mean?" I asked, not sure what he meant. "There's a turn-off up ahead a bit." He paused. "Should I pull off?" "Yeah. Yeah, pull off," I answered quickly and quietly, almost as if I didn't want anyone to overhear me. He just nodded, and he adjusted his crotch again. "You got a boner, too, don't you?" I giggled, taunting him. "You bet! I haven't jacked off since Friday. I need to get off baaaaad! I'm just glad you're in a horny mood right now, too. It's fun to jerk off with a buddy," he said. I was into it now, enjoying the challenge of trying to get him super amped and horny. "Damn, Matt, I bet you do need to bust a nut then, if it's been 2 days since you got off." I reached over and flicked the fat bulge in his thin shorts. "Ow! Whoa!!" he giggled as my fingers made contact with his dick. He brought his hairy thigh up fast to protect his covered cock from my hand. I laughed and pretended like I was gonna grab at his dick again. "No fair!" he laughed. When I relaxed and obviously wasn't gonna grab at him again, he suddenly reached his hand out and covered my crotch with it, just like before. I guess he liked it. He gave my ramrod hard cock a hearty grope. Again, he whistled through his teeth. "Boy, feels like you got a major woody happening in those shorts, buddy!" he laughed proudly, like I had done something good. My head was swimming. His hand felt so good on my dick. I pushed into it, and he squeezed a little bit more. "Here's the turn-off," he said as he put both hands back on the wheel, making the turn onto a tree-tunneled road that led further up into the hills. He drove a short distance then pulled the car over onto a deserted turn-out. He shut the engine off and leaned back in his seat. "You ever do this with your buddies?" he asked as he started to massage his crotch. I couldn't wait to see his dick. "Yeah, a few times, I have," I answered. "Yeah, I used to do it with a buddy all the time when I was younger," he told me. "Nothing faggy about it, just two dudes jerking off with their buddy." He turned his body a bit towards me so I had a good view. Then he unbuttoned his shorts and unzipped the fly. I saw that he wasn't wearing any underwear. His tan skin blurred into white flesh dusted with more of that bronze hair. His pubes were poking out of his shorts and I could see they were lush and wiry. He pulled his shorts open some more and then pushed them down a bit. I could see the root of his cock now. It looked thick and massive, veiny and reddish. The meaty smell of his crotch and sweat filled the small car and I immediately began to fumble with my shorts, frantic to free my aching dick so I could jack it. Matt smelled different than my nephew Ronnie and I did - that is, he smelled like us, only stronger and more intense - he smelled like a man. I could tell he wanted to see my dick as badly as I wanted to see his cuz he kept glancing at my face but staring at my crotch. I glanced over at him and he had one hand in his shorts, rubbing away. "Go for it, Dan," he said quietly, "take it out." I got my shorts down around my ankles fast. The heady stink of my cock and balls and butt sweat mingled with his smells. "Damn, boy, you got a nice one and it's gonna get even nicer! Nice fuckin' balls, too. Go ahead, jack off, Dan, it's cool with me, buddy." My cock was standing straight up and when I leaned forward in the seat to pull off my sweaty t-shirt, it hit my stomach and left a slimy smear of precum on my belly. Matt laughed low and reached over to smear it onto his fingertip. It tickled. When I got my t-shirt off I realized just how stinky my pits were today. I hadn't showered in two days and now I suddenly got embarrassed at how ripe me and my t-shirt smelled. Instead of teasing me about it, Matt raised his right arm and stuck his nose in his pit and sniffed theatrically. "Is that me or you?" he said, smiling ear-to-ear again. "Uhm, I think it's probably me. I forgot to shower today," I lied. Matt just laughed some more. Seeing him sniff his own armpit with all that bronze hair, wet and glistening, made my cock give a twitch and more precum started oozing out. There was now a huge bead of it running down the shaft into my sparse pubes. I wrapped my fist around it and started jacking off. I was really slicked up good. I had my eyes on Matt all the time. When I started jerking off, he sighed and smiled, then suddenly opened the car door and climbed out. "What are you doing?" I asked, panicked, feeling my boner immediately deflate. Where the hell was he going with opened shorts and a stiff prick? He quickly pushed his shorts down and stepped out of them, threw them onto the back seat, then quickly got back into the car. "There! Much better," he said with obvious satisfaction. I left my shorts bunched up around my ankles, afraid and embarrassed to get out of the car and get completely naked like he'd just done. What if somebody came by? I stayed in the car and relaxed when I realized what he was doing. As he lifted his right leg to quickly get back inside the car, I caught a brief glimpse of his butthole. His thighs were thick and strong, corded with lots of muscle. There was lots of golden bronze hair between his legs where they met under his balls. His balls were huge and to me it looked like they hung half-way to his knees. They didn't really, but compared to my 13 year-old nutsack, mine looked like it held a couple of small walnuts; his looked like it contained small potatoes. As soon as he was back inside he started flexing his crotch muscles, making his huge cock jump. He giggled and then we both laughed like kids. It must have been at least 8 1/2 , maybe 9"; I had never seen a cock that big before. The shaft was thick and had some major veins running down the length of it. It got wider the closer you got to the head, which was fat and nicely shaped, sort of like a Nazi helmet. It was the most masculine thing I had ever seen and I knew I would always love it. He started pumping it in and out of his fist. He was leaking lots of precum and when he jerked it made squishing noises. I remember that really turned me on big time. I couldn't take my eyes off him. I felt like I was dreaming again. "You OK?" he asked me, a little breathlessly as he continued to jack. "I'm great!" I said, thrilled beyond expression to be doing this with Matt. "Can I just watch you for a little bit? I've never seen a grown-up do it before," I admitted to him. "Sure, if it gets you off," he answered, reaching over and giving my left nipple a hard pinch. "You like watching me beat off, huh?" "Ouch! You asshole!" I laughed, batting his hand away. "Your dick is awesome though, Matt, I have to say. It's amazing looking." He chuckled and went back to jerking with one hand while he rubbed his other hand all over his broad chest and muscled stomach, running his fingers through his thick pubes. It was almost like he was putting on a little show for me. My heart was beating so fast you could see it knocking against my chest. I reached over and ran my hand over his hairy thigh, then up into his crotch. I cupped his massive, furry nuts in my palm and gave them a tug and a squeeze. He sighed and murmured "ahhh" very softly, spreading his legs a bit in the cramped seat, allowing me better access to his balls. "Can I try something? I asked him, hoping he wouldn't freak out. "You can try anything you want, buddy," he said, stroking my cheek with the back of his hand. I leaned over into his crotch and inhaled. I wanted to smell him up close, I wanted to wrap my lips around his cock and feel him explode in my mouth. When I started inhaling deeply he laughed quietly and placed his heavy hand on the back of my head. He dug his fingers into my hair, half-pushing my head into his crotch, half-pulling my hair as he steered my face around his cock and balls. "Smells sexy, don't it? You ever had a dick in your mouth before, Dan?" he asked me. "Nah," I replied, lying through my teeth. My nephew's dick had been rammed down my throat more times than I could count. "I think you'd like it," he continued. "Wanna try it?" I didn't even answer him. I just opened my mouth wide and brought it down over his cock. The second my lips clamped onto it he stiffened, then shuddered and moaned. I could only take about half his cock down my throat. I had never felt anything this massive and powerful in my mouth before. I wasn't a very good cocksucker at that time, but I sure gave it a go. As my head bobbed up and down on his dick, Matt rubbed my back and shoulders. He repositioned me so he could jack me off while I chowed down on his cock. His hand felt huge on my dripping dick and I tried to open my legs as far as I could so he could fondle my nuts, too. "Aw, yeah, Dan, that feels great. Do you like it?" he asked with real concern in his voice. I nodded and murmured in reply and kept sucking and licking on that pole like it was candy. The brotherly tone started taking on a more breathless, commanding aspect. "Yeah? You like sucking my cock? Yeah, you like it a lot, don't you? Feels good in your mouth, don't it?" he was saying softly, encouraging me on by fucking my face faster and stronger as he picked up the pace on my dick. "Oh fuck, man, you're making me want to cum!" he hissed through his teeth. He lifted my head up off his prick and I drooled a little bit. There was a thread of saliva hanging off my chin and he swiped it up. He went back to jacking himself off with both hands now. "I can't return the favor, buddy, cuz I don't suck dick. Sorry," he said. "That's OK, Matt," I said, still breathing heavily from sucking his sweaty cock, "no problem!" "You know what would turn me on? Try turning sideways a bit and lean back so you can spread your legs as far as you can and show me your butthole. That'd be hot!" he said, grinning that infectious grin and sounding like this was a naughty challenge between two little kids. I was only too happy to show him anything he wanted to see. I leaned back as much as I possibly could and hiked my knees up after I took my shorts and underpants off. He had a pretty good view of my slightly hairy hole with a little dark fuzz along my crack. "Oh hell yeah, that's it, Dan, that's fucking niiiice," he purred as he started jerking faster and with a more intent look on his face. I was jerking pretty fast, too, now. Matt was turning red and the veins in his temples and forehead were bulging. He threw one arm behind his head and grabbed on hard to the back of his headrest. With a few final strokes, he arched his hips up off the car seat and threw his head back hard and sharp, mouth opened, groaning "Here it comes...here I fuckin' come, Dan, watch me shoot this load..." He suddenly stopped jerking and just held his cock tight in his fist, staring at it like he was angry with it, brow furrowed and lips puckered up like he was gonna blow out a candle. His fat, red cock seemed to swell for a second, the huge purple head flared, and then out burst a string of Matt's nut up to his collar bone. He gasped loud and almost screamed. I knew how he felt, how overpowering his orgasm must be feeling. I had begun to have these toe-curling orgasms more frequently now, and I looked forward to them every time I beat off. I remember counting his spurts, and how impressed I was. He shot out 4 good ropes before it started to slacken off. I reached over and scooped some of his nut up onto my fingers and lubed up my cock with it. It was still warm and I could smell how strong it was. I wondered what it would taste like, but I was afraid to taste it in case he thought that was gross. His eyes flashed at me with an insane, animal lust as he watched me do this, grinning. "Aw, fuck, you're a sexy little fucker, Dan," he panted. "You're gonna be a heartbreaker when you get older, buddy." As he watched me jerk off faster now he scooped up most of the rest of his cum and started beating his still-stiff cock again. "You gonna do it again?" I asked him, incredulous at this sight. "Sure. I can shoot 3 or 4 times in a row, man," he said, never taking his eyes off my dick. My balls were bouncing hard now, my fist slamming into my groin with every downstroke. I liked doing it fast-and-furious-style, as I used to call it. Matt liked how I did it, I could tell, cuz his breath was getting raspy and he was groaning a lot while he watched me jerk off. Suddenly, I was there. I hadn't learned to pace myself yet, so my orgasms would frequently just sneak up on me like this. "Matt, I'm gonna nut, man," I whimpered. "Yeah, Dan, do it, bro, do it, let it go!" He leaned in towards me, pulled me back up so I was facing front again in the seat and then wrapped his hairy, sweaty arm around my naked shoulders and pulled me into him. With his other hand he batted my jacking hand away and took over. The second I felt my throbbing cock enveloped by his huge, slick fist again I knew I was gonna pop. I bucked into his fist while he said, "yeah...yeah...yeah...," over and over into my ear. As my dick got ready to start shooting, my instincts took over and I turned to face him and kissed him hard on the mouth. This must have surprised him, cuz he stopped jerking me off for a split second, but then his fist resumed jacking and I felt his tongue snake its way into my mouth. With a gasp, I broke the kiss and looked down at his hand wrapped around my hard cock. I reached up and braced my hand against the roof of the car as my sweat-slicked, skinny, 13 year-old body stiffened and started spraying bleachy smelling sperm. I yelled out as the first burst flew up and slammed onto the headrest next to my right ear. Another burst came right after it, landing just below my left nipple. After that, it was just small drops of nut, but the spasms felt like I was still blasting at full intensity. It was the strongest orgasm I had yet experienced. I felt like I was crazy for a few seconds. Matt grunted and I forced my blurred gaze to focus on his cock. He was leaning over towards me as far as he could, eyes squeezed shut tight, face red and sweating, and he shot another set of hot white ropes all over my naked chest and arm. As he fell back into his seat he looked at the mess he had made on me. His eyes lingered on each puddle on his nut, and I knew he was into this. He gasped and laughed, panting for breath. We both did. I reached over and got my t-shirt to wipe up with. I started thinking about how I could get to my bedroom quick before my parents noticed I had wet spots all over my shirt. "Well, I better get you back," he said. "Yeah, my parents told me to get back pretty quick. How long we been gone?" I asked, cuz he was wearing a watch, I remember. "I think about close to an hour," he answered. "That's cool, I can cover that, no problem," I said, relaxing some. We got dressed and took off. The drive back to my house was fun and exciting. I felt elated and Matt seemed really happy, too. We didn't talk about what we'd just done, but the shared bond was what felt so good. We didn't even need to explain it. When he dropped me off I had no idea that that would be the last time I'd see him. I talked to him a few times on the phone, but he suddenly just quit being our insurance guy. I could tell he was sort of freaked out about what we'd done, but he never said or admitted anything like that. Finally he just stopped calling. I had his number but I didn't want to be the one to call him, although I thought about it almost daily. I was heartbroken and furious for a while, but I think I was also sort of relieved. It was over, tracks had been covered, and all seemed safe again. But I sure had fun for those couple of weeks. Our next insurance agent was a dog. Probably just as well.