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Cock in the Cornfield

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 13 Apr 2003 1 comments
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by Frank I was a junior in high school, 17years old, and already a confirmed cock lover. As far back as I can remember, I've always had a fascination with dicks, even when I was very small. I had first jacked off with a friend at age 12, and hadn't slowed down since. At 14, I sucked a friend's dick and decided it was the best thing I had ever had in my mouth. I had even jacked off one of my teachers, my biology teacher, in the supply room off the biology lab. His dick was only about 5 inches long on hard, but it was as thick as a coke bottle. He really enjoyed my stroking, because he shot three long spurts of cum before he settled down to a sticky dribble. He must've been worried he'd get caught, though, because, even though I tried to approach him again several times for a little fun, he always had something else to do. But I'd notice how his hardening dick tented his pants out when he talked to me! In high school, I got into drama, getting the lead in several plays. Another boy in one of my plays caught my eye. His name was James Shaw, and he was a tall, slender, delicate-looking redhead with bit, soft brown eyes and a little sprinkling of freckles across the bridge of his nose. We became friendly, but I didn't tell him how much I wanted to jack off with him because I was afraid it might scare him off and, well, I had a kind of a crush on him. We had had gym class together the previous year, and he had a dick that was about 4 inches long when soft, and a surprisingly big sack of balls, not very hairy, that looked like it would feel soft as velvet in my hand. Best of all, of course, was his red pubic hair! One night after play rehearsal, we went riding around, a favorite pastime in my small Texas hometown, and I tried cautiously to steer the subject to sex. Eventually we were talking about other guys' dicks -- who had the biggest, who was uncut, whose balls dangled he most -- stuff like that. I noticed he seemed to enjoy our conversation, and a couple of times he shifted his obviously growing cock through the fabric of his pants. In the dim light from passing porches and street lights, I could see the outline of his hardening dick. There was even a little damp spot where he was leaking precum on his pants. I was trying to think of the best way to bring up the subject when he surprised me by jumping the gun on me. Out of nowhere, he reached over under the steering wheel and cupped my package in the palm of his hand. He squeezed lightly and felt my dick jump, confined in my brief. He licked me in the space behind my ear, which made me shiver like an electric shock. "Let's find a place to stop," he said. "I know you've been wanting to do it, and so have I." Well! I didn't need a second invitation. We pulled out of town on one of the main streets and, when we were out in the country with the town lights just a dim glow behind us, I pulled down a country road and into a cornfield. This neck of the woods was sort of a "Lover's Lane," and let me tell you, I had been there more than once! I turned off the lights and stopped the car. All of a sudden, it was very dark except for a little light from the dashboard and very quiet. The tall corn hid us from the road. He squeezed my nads again, and I wasted no time. I unbuttoned and unzipped and shoved pants, briefs, and all down to my ankles. He gently ran the tips of his fingers around my dick. It was about 6 1/2" long and rock hard. He giggled a little and said, "I think you kind of like me." He began slowly and gently stroking me, then stopped for a second to drop his own pants. He guided my hand to his throbbing cock -- it felt about 6 inches long and also hard as steel, but the skin on it was looser than my dickskin and moved freely over the stiff shaft. "In the glove compartment," I whispered. There was a jar of Vaseline -- I love to be lubed when I'm stroked! He smeared a big glob on my fat, round head, then smoothed it up and down my shaft, which twitched with a life of its own in his hands. We were breathing heavy and stroking faster and faster when he suddenly stopped. I wondered what was going on -- had he changed his mind. Then I felt a light kiss on my cockhead and the swirl of a hot, wet tongue around my corona. Gradually he took me almost entirely into his warm, smooth mouth, cleaning my shaft with his tongue until I thought I was going to die! I stopped him after a minute and returned the favor. His cockhair was thick and soft, and his rod and balls smelled a little sweaty and musty -- that was a real turnon. We were back in each others hot, lubed hands when we came. He gasped first and I felt his balls draw up and he shot thick, white manjuice out of his piss slit -- one of the jets hit the dashboard and hung there like a juicy pearl! I held out another minute and then exploded. My cum has always been very liquid and runny, and I went all over the place: my pants, the steering wheel, my shirt, down his wrist, disappearing into his cuff. A thick glob remained in my piss slit, and he bent over me and licked it off. We then cuddled and talked for a long time. We were together many times that year -- he was the first person I ever sucked while he sucked me -- and I'll save some more details for a later story!