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LARRY, WHERE ARE YOU?

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 19 Apr 2001 1 comments
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As I sit here at the keyboard tonight, I'm gently stroking my hard cock through my briefs, and a wet spot of pre-cum has started to stain the fabric. And I wonder - Larry, where are you? I think of you all the time, especially when I rub a little lube on my hot dick and slowly stroke it. I had known Larry my whole life. We had played ball together, went to the same church, went bowling together. But when we got in high school, our relationship began to change. He became the first guy I ever jacked off with, the first guy whose cum I ever swallowed, the first guy who ever took my bone up his lube-slicked ass. Like most early teenage boys, we were infatuated with cocks and talked about them constantly: who we knew with the biggest, who was uncut, whose balls dangled the most, who had the most pubic hair. One day, Larry and I were riding around in his car on a deserted country road, a little before sunset. I was telling him about a guy in my gym class who jacked off in the gym shower with a soaped-up washcloth and shot his juicy, sticky wad into the washcloth while the rest of us watched. Suddenly, Larry moaned slightly and said, "Oh, God, that makes me hot." I could see the outline of his stiff boner through his pants as he rubbed it. He looked at me. "Show me yours. Take it out now." He didn't have to ask me twice. I unzipped and fished my boner out of my briefs. Then it was about six inches long, a little curved, with a fat, round head like a mushroom. Precum was already leaking out of the slit, and I gently smeared it around the head with my index finger. As he stared at me, I saw the hard lump in his pants move. Larry drove back to his house. His parents were out of town on business, and we were alone. He slid his pants off, and his cock poked out of the front of his boxers. It was about an inch longer than mine, with a long head with a flared ridge behind it. It was dark red, and the chiseled veins and cum-filled g-string stood out from the body of his cock. We stripped, and gently stroked each other's meat, cupped each other's hairy ballsacks, felt the firm roundness of the balls in each other's pouch. The delicate touch of his fingers made my dick jump in his soft hand. He drew a hot bath, and we climbed in. We soaped up washcloths and begin to jack each other off. God, what a sensation! The warm, slick, soapy cloth against stiff manmeat! We came close to shooting our sticky manjuice several times, but always stopped in time to prolong the sensation. We climbed out and dried each other off. He took out a tube of liquid lube, and we stroked each other's hot meat with the slick lube. Then, sitting on the bed, facing each other, we began to explore each other's cocks. He stroked me backhanded, fullfisted, while I just moved my thumb and two fingers over his throbbing dick as I cupped and fondled his balls.. After a few minutes, I felt the warm itch rising up my cock and I shuddered as I shot my wad. My semen has always been very liquid and juicy, and it shot everywhere, falling on the blanket, my hairy belly, even a few drops in Larry's pubes, where they gleamed like pearls. A few moments later, he came -- his juice was thicker and ran down his cock. I scooped up a fingerful of the hot, sticky cum and licked it off my finger. We collapsed and lay next to each other, our cum-sticky cocks touching. It would not be the last time we would do each other.