It was my first month at boarding school and the freshmen were segregated into their own dorm. Another guy and I, Todd, took Physical Education rather than an actual organized sport and Phys. Ed. only took place three days a week compared to the six days for the sports. So on afternoons we had off we'd hang out together and basically have the dorm to ourselves. Todd's room was a single and overlooked a garden that one of the dorm parents had and we thought it would be hilarious to moon the guy (when he wasn't looking). So we each dropped trou and had a huge laugh over it. Todd friend was 13, kinda cute with straw blond hair and gray-blue eyes. We were doing it and making jokes and laughing so hard that we didn't bother pulling our pants back-up. Todd saw that doing this gave me a bit of boner and basically said, "Haha! You've got a stiffy!"
So I said yeah and since he was younger than me, I felt like showing off so I stuck out my pelvis, very proud of my big hangers and 5" of hairy manhood.
Well. He did the same thing only while he was younger than I was, Todd wasn't so little. He was a good 7.5" and at least 5" around with a big head. He barely had any pubes at all but
he was huge!
We asked each other if we jerked off and so decided to feel each other up, lying on his bed next to each other saying things like, "If I had a girl now I would do blah blah blah," and, "Yeah well if I had a girl we would do blah blah blah AND BLAH!!" That kinda thing. I was kinda self-conscious though, my dick looked so tiny compared to his and it only confirmed that I was a lot smaller than so many of my friends. My roomie was just as hung as this guy so it didn't make me feel any better. To Todd's credit, the only thing he said was, "Wow, I can't believe the size difference." I guess it's an instinctual thing in guys not to insult another man's manhood.
So after a while of feeling up Todd asked me if I wanted to suck it. I said ok and leaned down and very tentatively kissed it but he complained, "No man, I mean suck it!" I opened wide and started sucking. His precum was sweet and it tasted kinda salty and sweaty but I kept going. He started moaning and that, more than anything, really turned me on. I was making someone else feel really good and I liked doing that for him. I kept going and felt his cock tense-up when he stopped and pushed my head back, "I'm gonna cum." Todd said it in a nice way, as if to warn me, and then he started spurting over his stomach and chest. I saw him lying there, sperm all over his chest and his cock gently beating with his heart and dripping out a final few drops. Todd was breathing hard and a bit flushed but he looked at me with such affection. I'd never had anyone do that before. I thought he was beautiful and that we shared something really special. Todd got out his cum towel and mopped up and then told me to lie down. Todd pulled back my skin, (I'm loosely cut), but then he put his head down and pinched-up his nose! He waved his hand away, "Ugh! It smells!" I was mortified! I didn't think it smelled bad at all. I had no cheese or anything. So I mumbled a "sorry" and told him I'd be right back, did up my cords and ran to the bathroom. I got the water nice and hot and quickly washed my dick in the sink.
Yes, I washed my dick in the sink the exact year Eddie Murphy's hilarious routine of the same name was going around. All I could think of was someone walking in and saying, "Boy, why you washing your dick in the sink?" I used soap and hot water, dried off with some bronco paper and ran back to Todd's room. He was still there (thank God), hard again and stroking. I told him what I did and laid down again. Todd smiled and said, "OK!" with such eagerness I wasn't embarrassed any more.
I pulled open my pants again, hard as a rock, and he engulfed the whole thing in his mouth. It was heaven! It felt soooo good. I couldn't have imagined how good it was. Todd was going up and down with slow strokes like I did and then pulled up, looked at me and said in a kind of worried way, "You have really big balls....and a lot more hair." Could this be true?? Here I was worried about my shrimp dick comparing it to that monster between his legs and he's worried about his balls and pubes??? Is he joking? All I could do was say, "Yeah, but I'm a year older so I'm sure you'll catch-up," all the time thinking, I hope I catch-up with his cock. Todd went back to sucking me some more and a few times asked me if I had come because I do precum a lot but told him no that I would warn him before I did. When I felt it starting I told him sharply, "I'm gonna sperm!," and let loose just as he pulled his head away. He kept jacking me while I shot off and it got all over his hans. He made a face like, "Oh gross," then wiped it on the come rag but then he did something really cool. Todd pulled down his pants and lay next to me on his side and started playing with my hair. It felt so nice to just lie next to him like that, to have him not doing anything, just being quiet and staring at me.
We pulled off the rest of our clothes and just laid there next to each other. I turned to face him and pulled him close. Our cocks where next to each other, mine doing the massive dripping routine, and he kissed me.
A guy just kissed me! Wow! That was really gay! Sucking cock wasn't
really but kissing sure as hell was! What the fuck??!! I'm not a faggot! I didn't reciprocate and I feel bad that I didn't, but at the moment I was so thrown off that I didn't know what to do or think. So I told him I had to go wash-up again and then thought I'd go down to the lounge and watch some TV. He said, "Ok, maybe I'll come down." He didn't.
We played around the rest of the year when we got a chance even to the point where we both swallowed and I tried to fuck him. Not knowing about lube ruined that idea real quick, but I did get all the way in so I guess I lost my virginity at 14. Todd grew taller and got hairier but my dick didn't grow at all. That really bothered me though my roomie told me later that year that the other guys in the dorm envied my chest hair which was pretty well developed for my age.
It's really funny. I felt guilty for years afterward about what my friend and I did and it took me quite a while to realize what a great time we had. He tried kissing me a few times after that but I never reciprocated. I didn't love him like that. Todd was just a friend. There were a few guys I would have kissed, but they were all straight.
Two years later I would lose my virginity to a girl at the same school and though she was obsessed with me, I didn't think much of her. To me she was a fuck buddy while I was all she ever wanted. I feel bad about that even now. I should have treated her better but didn't. I didn't mess around with any other guys until after I got to college. My boarding school only had 188 students so if I was gay it would get out real quick and back in the early 80s being gay was still uncool even though there were a few guys who were obviously gay.
By my senior year I had become student council president, the lead in school plays, and hung out with the cool kids. Any hint that I was gay (I had no concept of bi, it was either/or) would mean I wouldn't have fit in and I chose to go to boarding school precisely because I didn't fit in at grade school. I hated the kids in the public school. They were loud, self-possessed, and were such slaves to bullshit townie culture that I had nothing in common with them. People may have the idea that boarding schools are penitentiaries rich people send their kids to be rid of them but the fact is if a kid doesn't want to be there then he won't stay there. The schools don't want a kid who might run away or slack off. Too many other kids would give their left nut to go to a topnotch boarding school. Why court trouble?
Another friend of mine from boarding school, Dodger, and I got together recently. We hadn’t seen each other in years but it was none of that lame, hey-remember-when reminiscing crap. He was one of the few people I have told everything to, even about Todd and I fooling around. Dodger and I picked up right where we had left off. We talked about the present, the future, and then we talked about people we had known from boarding school. “Guess who I talked to last week?.” We were driving back to his place from the custard stand with ice cream for his kids, “Todd.”
“Todd? You called Todd? Huh. What’s he up to?” I tried to keep my voice as blank and mildly interested as possible.
“Yeah. He’s out in Seattle now, married, has kids. He’s an accountant,” Dodger stated rather flatly.
“How’s he doing?”
“I guess OK but we didn’t talk much. He kinda has a pole up his ass.”
I just smiled but couldn't hold back the laughter. I laughed and laughed and laughed so hard I snarfed my chocolate milkshake all over my face, my clothes, ... and Dodger’s nice new SUV.
He looked at me as though he couldn’t imagine what I found so funny but then, ever so slightly, he cracked the tiniest smile at me and kept driving.
