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Stan the Man

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 29 Mar 1998 1 comments
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My Mom and Dad were in business for themselves and were always busy so they hired a girl named Lois to take care of the house and the kids. She did the laundry, ironing, cooking, and could be a real bitch when she wanted to be. I was about 15 then and had raging hormones and was jackin' off all the time. The most common sound in our house was "how long does it take you in there." I used to beat it raw. The other guys in the neighborhood kept pretty much to themselves so I jerked off alone. Lois had a boyfriend named Stan. I named him "Stan the Man" just because he strutted around like a rooster and was always wising off about something. He had his own car though and that made him very cool; he used to keep his cigarettes rolled up in his t-shirt sleeve like James Dean. He was always around during the day and goofing off with us and Lois so she used to kick him out of the house all the time. I can remember thinking how cool it would be to ride in his car, an old Ford I think. Well, Lois came to work one morning really in a bitchy mood and was in no mood for anything; she hated herself. She told Stan flat out to get the "fuck out of the house" or she'd kick his ass. I was shocked since I didn't hear that word much then. On the way out the door Stan said can I take the "kid" with me and she said sure just get out. We went out and got into his car and I was as excited as I could be; he started it up and man did we ever take off, tires squealing, dust flying. It was great and my grin must have been a mile wide. Stan said, "fuck her too." We drove around for awhile down mainstreet and some of the side streets, then he said let's go swimmin'. There was a river a few miles out and it was pretty nice. So he hit the gas and we were off to the river as fast as I have ever gone. We started talkin' about shit as he called it, he lit a cigarette, and asked me if I had had any pussy yet. I said no; hell I hadn't even had a date yet. Stan said then you must be strokin' the hell out of that little dick of yours, huh guy? Man did I turn red. I had never talked to anyone about stuff like that before in my life. Stan asked if I wanted a beer, so being a big man I said sure. He stopped and bought beer; I thought to myself he could buy beer. We went to the river. No one was at the river and Stan said good 'cause he didn't feel like puttin' on no fuckin' suit. He put a blanket down and sat on it opened at bottle of beer and handed it to me and started to take his boots off. I did the same and soon we were buck naked; I had never seen a full grown man without any clothes on and I couldn't take my eyes off his swingin' dick. He pulled on it a couple of times and ran for the river with me right behind him. We swam and just horsed around for about an hour and then went up on the blanket. He stretched out, opened another beer, handed it to me, and took one himself. Turning on his side he looked at me and said for being 'bout 15 I wasn't doin' too bad in the dick department. Told me one day some girl would beg for it. He reached over and just brushed my cock hair with his fingers and said it was real soft. I hadn't had it too long. Looking at him I could see his dick getting bigger and told him yours was really big. He grabbed it said that fuckin' Lois doesn't know how to take of her man. He asked me if I wanted to jack off with him and man I sure did. My cock just sprang up rock hard and he took it in his hand and I came all over, no strokin' needed. He laughed and said at my age I should be able to do it again. He lay back and I took his dick in my hand and started feeling of it and his balls. He told me to do it slow, 'cause he liked it liked it like that. For the first time in my life I was playin' with a grown man's cock; he laid back, sighed, relaxed, and enjoyed it. I felt his nuts and hair; and just the smell he had made me horny again. He had a big cock, probably 8 inches or so I think now and was really enjoying himself; so was I. Gradually that cock got harder and harder and his nuts drew up next to his cock and he was really breathing heavy; I kept up jackin' him off until it just exploded all over him, me, the blanket and he just kept coming. Finally, he just went limp and smiled at me and said you just jacked off your first man. He took my cock in his hand and jacked me off again too; it wasn't a long effort again. We got up and went home to Lois who was still bitchy. We became jack off buddies after that and I have some great stories about Stan and me I'll share. More later. We really had some great adventures.