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Ohio-- Shortly after Gary & I stopped seeing each other I had the opportunity to score with Scott,who was a massive hunk-- tall, slim, but very muscular, with curly hair.

Unfortunately he didn't have a whole lot of brains to go with his looks, so I knew it would never last more than one night, but what a night! My family was away on vacation & I invited Scott over to spend the night "so we could party our brains out & not have to drive"-- at least, that was the premise.

We partied, all right-- we went through so many joints I lost count & we were so stoned we were practically tripping.

I turned the TV on. We had just gotten cable & at this time (years ago) the cable came into a box that was hooked up to the TV. Besides the regular channels, there were pay channels, & 1 of these showed dirty flicks. They had it set up so you had to use a key to get the movies & then every time you used the key you were charged. Guess who figured out a way around that.

So we watched a couple movies-- real tame stuff-- a few tits here & there, but heady stuff to a couple of young guys being attacked by their hormones.

Pretty soon I got up to get a few magazines that I had stashed away. I came back & sat on the couch close to Scott. I still hadn't figured out if I really had a chance at this, but I was going to try everything I could think of.

Finally, when we were getting ready to go to sleep (in the living room-- he on the couch me on the floor beside him) I made my move-- I walked out of the kitchen with two paper towels, my hard on bulging in the tight jeans I'd deliberately worn. I handed him one of the towels and turned off the light, saying something like "just in case you need one" or something like that.

We lay in silence for a couple minutes (my hand discretely down my pants & praying for this to work) & Scott said, "So are you going to do it?"

And I said, "I've already started, how about you?"

He didn't say anything for a moment, but then I heard the clank of his belt buckle & I almost came in my pants right then-- I'd really wanted him ever since we'd first met in school.

So I ditched my pants & looked up to see Scott vigorously stroking himself under the blanket. Thinking I'd better move quick because it didn't seem like he could last too long at that pace, I said, "You want to make it interesting?"

A pause, then he whispered, "How?"

I replied "Let's try doing it to each other."

He said, "Yeah!"

He hopped down on the floor beside me. We took off everything but our T-shirts & then turned to each other, moving in toward the 1st touch.

It was then I saw his dick and to this day I've never seen one bigger (at least not in person-- but I haven't seen too many lately). It was extremely thick, extremely long, & very hard. We grabbed each other's dicks and I murmured to him "God, it's beautiful." He didn't say anything but his grip on my dick tightened & he pulled his body closer to mine. We sat facing each other on the floor, my legs over his, & he started using his other hand to rub me just behind my balls-- a totally new sensation. He was working my dick balls like crazy & I asked him to slow down so I wouldn't come too fast.

Next we tried it with me leaning on the couch on my knees, with Scott behind me, thrusting that incredible dick between my thighs. I never thought a 17-year-old could look so young & yet be so well equipped. I was in heaven.

Scott seemed to like it too. His breathing was very ragged in my ear as he thrust against me. He grabbed my dick & started jacking me off & we both started getting dangerously close.

I'd wanted this for too long & I was determined to have it last awhile, so I stopped Scott's hand & moved away from him slightly, suggesting we suck each other's dicks.

Scott had a glazed look on his face & he was thrusting his hips into the empty air.

Finally he said, "Yeah, let's do it."

I had him lie down on his back & I finally got to taste his dick. It was so big I could only get about half of it in my mouth. I sucked him slowly, all the while running my hands over his hairless thighs & under his ass. He was really into it-- his breath was coming in shallow gasps.

When I sensed he was getting close, I stopped and said, "OK now it's my turn." He kneeled over me & took my dick in his mouth. Although I'm not hung very big & he could've got most of my dick in his mouth, he concentrated on just the last third of it, wrapping his hand around the base & stroking it up & down.

Then I suggested he lie on top of me. He got up over me & at first he supported himself with one arm, using the other hand to stroke my thighs & chest. Overwhelmed with passion I pulled him down tight against me, wrapping my legs around his & crushing his dick & chest into mine. He moaned & started thrusting his dick quickly against mine.

I was running my hands over his ass cheeks when he suddenly got up on his knees. I asked, "What's the matter? You didn't come yet did you?"

Dazed, he said, "I think so," & got up & moved over to the couch.

I couldn't figure it out. He'd not shot a load. Except for the pre-come leaking out of both of us, we were both dry. Then I realized he had been about to come & tried to stop it-- he stopped soon enough not to shoot but not soon enough to prevent the spasms, & in his stoned state of mind thought he'd actually come.

I looked at his dick, which was more than half hard & throbbing slightly & knew I could get him shooting in no time. I started to stroke it. It only took a few seconds before it was rock hard again and he was reaching for my dick.

We got back into our earlier position of sitting on the floor facing each other & started jacking each other off in earnest. Soon, he took his hand away from my balls and held it a couple of inches above the head of my dick. I figured he did this because he was almost ready to shoot so I imitated him held my left hand above the head of his dick.

I was watching his face; his eyes were closed, his mouth hung open slightly and he was breathing pretty hard. I increased the speed of my right hand on his cock. Suddenly he opened his eyes and looked straight into my eyes. I'll never forget that look-- hunger, passion, longing, the all-consuming need to come. I started shooting like crazy, my load covering his hands & flying past them. Some of it splashed on both our T-shirts.

His hand was in a vise-like grip on my cock moving faster & faster. He still hadn't come & even though my orgasm was finished, he didn't stop or let go of my cock. We kept stroking each other. My cock was so sensitive it was starting to hurt but I hung in there.

Pretty soon Scott threw his head back & started chanting, "Ah, ah, ah." His hips started thrusting & suddenly he started shooting. His load was even bigger than mine & it thoroughly soaked us both.

We kind of sagged into each other, each of us still holding the other's cock. Neither of us wanted to break the contact yet. Finally we disengaged from each other and started cleaning up. We got dressed and Scott climbed back on the couch to go to sleep. I asked him if he wanted to do it again when we woke up & he said yes. We both fell asleep almost immediately.

A few hours later I woke up. It was just starting to get light out. I was still pretty buzzed from all the pot we'd smoked the night before. I sat up & looked at Scott. He was asleep on his back & from what I could see through his pants, his cock looked pretty swollen.

I started stroking his thigh & pretty soon he opened his eyes. At first he looked confused, then he sat up. We both took off our pants & underwear & started feeling each other again. We got down on the floor & I suggested we do a 69. He turned so he was half on his side & while I was moving into position to suck him, he started licking my thighs & balls I did the same to him & soon we were both sucking away on each other's hard cocks. He used his hand to stroke my thighs, sometimes moving it to my ass, but never for long.

Me, on the other hand, I was using both hands-- one to cup & squeeze his balls & the other to stroke his muscular ass cheeks. We went on like this for quite a while. I was hard as hell but not even close to coming yet (as I said Scott wasn't very good at sucking).

I alternated between sucking his cock & taking his balls into my mouth, hoping he would do the same, but he just kept sucking my dick.

Soon I started just concentrating on his cock. I was still stroking his ass with my hand & I let my middle finger slip in between his cheeks and started rubbing his asshole. Almost immediately his cock swelled & started shooting in my mouth-- the first & last time anyone's ever come in my mouth.

At first I almost gagged but I kept swallowing & got it under control. He kept shooting & finally the spasms stopped. I kept his dick in my mouth but he pulled mine out of his & started half-heartedly jacking it with his hand. When his cock was totally soft he got up & went into the bathroom to take a leak.

He came out & started to get dressed. I was sitting on the couch, my dick achingly hard & asked him to please finish me off. He sat on the floor & reached for my dick & again started stroking it kind of half-heartedly.

However after a couple of minutes he gradually started gripping it tighter & increasing his speed. Hoping I could get him horny again, I slid down on the floor & started caressing his cock through his jeans.

Sure enough, it got almost completely hard again, even after coming not 15 minutes before. I unbuttoned & unzipped his pants & started stroking it through his underwear. After a couple of minutes of that I pulled off his pants & shorts & we again sat facing each other, my legs over his. By this time I was so aroused by his previous sucking & by the knowledge that I'd made his cock hard again so quickly that I was ready to come.

He seemed to know I was ready because his hand started flying over my cock & again he poised his other hand to catch my load. I got a warm feeling in my stomach & I knew I was on the brink. I held it back as long as I could, then I let go and had an orgasm that was almost frightening in its intensity. With every spurt it felt like the head of my cock was coming off. I was moaning loudly without even realizing it.

Finally, the eruptions subsided and I saw my come all over me and Scott. He was still stroking me & I gently stopped his hand & said that he could stop.

I moved so I was beside him. We were both on the floor leaning against the couch. I started stroking his dick with my right hand, faster & faster. He moved his left hand down & started rubbing himself behind his balls (I'd never seen this before & was fascinated by it). His head was back, his eyes lightly closed, & he was breathing very raggedly through his mouth.

Pretty soon he whispered "more" so I held his cock in a death-grip & pumped it roughly as hard & fast as I could. He spread his legs farther apart and started thrusting his hips, straining for an orgasm. This went on for about four more minutes. Then he let out a single high-pitched whine & erupted.

After we both had rested for a couple minutes, I got up & went to the kitchen for paper towels. I'd just gotten them and was getting ready to head back to the living room when I turned and saw Scott leaning in the doorway, his dick hanging down heavily between his thighs. The image of him standing there back-lit from the sunlight coming through the living room is permanently burned in my memory.

Even though males are supposedly past their "prime" by the time they're in their mid-twenties, I don't buy it. At 30 I still jack off at least once a day & at least half the time when I'm doing it I'm re-living that wild night with Scott.

We never had sex again (to my eternal regret). Every time I tried to bring it up he seemed really uncomfortable with it, so I just let it slide. **

Editor's Note: Excerpted from Boyd McDonald's Lewd

Author Profile:  Boyd McDonald

Born in 1925 in South Dakota, Boyd McDonald entered Harvard as a high-school dropout after serving in the army in World War II. Jobs with Time, IBM, and several Wall Street firms preceded Boyd's career as a chronicler of gay sex. He was the founder and editor of Straight to Hell (alternatively the Manhattan Review of Cocksucking), and later published a number of anthologies of true sex histories. Boyd died in September 1993, two months after completing his final book, Scum.