THE FIRST DROP – by Stephen D. Locklear ©2012

 

e stands in the doorway looking at the cool white porcelain of the bathroom sink.  The glint of the overhead florescent flashes at him from the head of the faucet.  Just above it, in the shimmering, silver of the large mirror, the same light smiles at him as it reflects off his partially hooded cock still slick from last night's operose sexual conquest.  The dark scarlet tip looking exhausted, but completely happy, as it snuggles in its foreskin robe.  The robe itself is full, luxurious, dark brown, satin skin that presses tightly around the head, like a constant kiss. Blood, moving slowly for the first time in hours, ripples through the satin and warmed the embrace.

Will smiles as he ponders his seven inch flaccid beauty.  What a champion it is.  He is nothing between the sheets without its power and stamina; he doesn't bother to fool himself on that count.  When his body takes over and the fucking begins in earnest, it is the powerhouse of this ten inches of erect cock that insures the night's pleasure.  Pounding and fucking everything in its path until he decides to let it release its thunder, in a gushing cascade of steaming, hot cum.  Cum that burns its way into anyone lucky enough to get themselves wrapped around it.  No.  No personal credit for Will.  It is his cock that makes him the conqueror.

His eyes trace the now soft veins as they work their way into the black forest of pubic hair.  The comfortable slack of skin, now quiet, make him smile again.  His focus shifts slightly and he gazes at the reflection of “the low hangers.”  That's what he calls his boulder-sized balls that hoard gallons of tasty cum.  The same stuff guys talk about at parties. 

"You gotta see Will cum.  It's like a boiling geyser!" 

"My ass was on fire when he finally came.  I swear the blast pushed me a couple of feet across the bed!" 

"I just wished my asshole was connected to my mouth at that moment.  But I wasn't too disappointed.  He had more for me later."  

The balls that back up the army; they shift slightly as he admires them, the left slipping a bit farther down; while the right just shifts its weight.  And, boy, talk about weight.  His first real man sex, when he was just a kid of fourteen at St. Mary's Assumption School for Boys in Wooster,  had said "God!  It's like holding two of my dad's billiard balls in one hand." 

Carl, his name was.  He had been on the soccer team two years already when Will joined.  Blonde, with the sky in his eyes; blue that would dazzle you like Tony Curtis at twenty five. 

It was after a game, which they had won, thanks to Carl.  They were alone in the locker room cleaning up after the team.  Coach said nobody was better than anybody else and everybody had to take a turn cleaning up, even Carl.  But he didn't mind, Carl told him.  It gave him a chance to get to know the other boys better. 

They had just finished cleaning the locker area and were headed to clean the shower room.  Carl suggested that they do this last bit nude. 

"I'm awful sweaty already.  I don't want to get my cloths stinky," he said.   "And then we can shower together when we finish."

 That sounded reasonable to Will, and anyway, he wanted to get to know Carl better too.   Since Will was the new kid on the team he didn't get to play much.  So he didn't get much chance to talk with the older boy.  But he sure got plenty of time to watch Carl's hot ass move under those tight white shorts as he got to play almost every moment of every game.

Will was glad they had decided to strip since as soon as they did Carl started in with a game of snap-ass.  He liked physical games, and Will liked Carl's hard teenage body. 

They had chased each other around the entire locker room, snapping each other with wet towels, and shouting for about thirty minutes.  When they ended up in the shower room again, both boys were bent over with laughter and breathlessness.  Will couldn't take is eyes off Carl's cock hanging between his tight thighs as the boy bent with his hands on his knees, breathing deeply.  The head of it was bigger than the shaft and the light color of Carl's skin glistened with sweat. 

A droplet of the salty liquid broke loose from his golden pubic hair and slid happily down the shaft until it hung at the opening of his cut cock.  It's like he just finished pissing, Will thought with a laugh, but stopped when he began to wonder what it would taste like, that sweat ball that hung there, getting bigger as every second passed.  But also the piss.  And what would it be like to taste the cum Carl had to give? 

Will's mind traveled somewhere he could see Carl's piss slit pointed at his open mouth.  The ivory colored liquid shooting a reflecting wish into his waiting throat.  It tasted good.  Like Saturday morning, alone in his room, watching the sun rise.  Like kicking the winning goal.  Like salty sweat just about to fall. 

Will's mind returned him bluntly into the shower room again.  He looked up and saw Carl staring at something on the floor beneath Will's feet.  No, higher up.  What was it? He looked down.  Oh, god!  Will had a fucking hard on and Carl, the leader of the soccer team, was looking at it.  Oh, GOD! 

But before he could move or die of embarrassment, Carl said, 'Great cock, man.  Can I touch it?"

"Wha . . . What?" Will managed.

"Can I touch it?  You're bigger than me," he said, smiling.  "I ain't never seen one bigger than me.  I wanna know what it's like to grab somebody else's big meat."

"Uh. I, uh . . .."

"Come on, man.  Gimme a break," Carl pleaded.  "I really want to touch that beauty.  That extra skin is cool."

Will couldn't believe his ears.  Some other guy wanted to grab his dick.  It was unbelievable.  Other guys just don't touch other guys, right?  Everybody knows that.  But still, this was Carl.  Carl with the great ass.  Carl with the blue eyes, soccer star!  And he wants to touch my dick!

"Uh. Yeah, I guess so."

Carl took a sudden step forward.  It surprised Will and he stepped back against the cold tile wall and let out a yelp.

"Hey, man.  Relax.  It's okay, really.  I'm not gonna tell anybody.  I just want to hold you for a second.  I ain't never touched no real foreskin before.  You can touch mine, if you want."

Oh, my god.  Touch his, Will though.  Now he was really confused.

"No, really, Will .  You should touch me, too.  That way you'll be more relaxed." Carl added, smiling again.  "You'll have me and I'll have you.  It'll be more even that way.  Here," he said grabbing hold of his now throbbing cock.

Will eyes bulged as he looked at Carl's fist full of life-size cock.  Carl was right, Will's dick was bigger.  But Carl's was no little boy wiener either.  It was thick, and rather pale, like the rest of Carl.  The head swelled even more now as it made a bold crown for the meaty shaft.  The ridge of the huge head flared out like the ramp at the ski resort.  What a ride that would be! 

Now Carl was touching him.  Will looked down as Carl, still with his own cock in a tight grip, took his hand, he replaced his own hand with Will's.  At the same time he reached out and took hold of his new buddy’s glistening uncut monster.

Will's head began to spin with the sensation of hot prick which filled his grip.  The thick tool was sort of moving on its own as Carl leaned forward.  He was saying something.

"Cool!  I love your hot skin, man.  It's so dark and soft, and your hood is the coolest," he said with a touch of jealousy in his voice.  "I always wished I had one, too.  Do you mind if I pull it all the way back?"

His blue eyes pleaded with Will again.  Please, may I?  Please let me.  Please. 

Jeez, Carl wanted something of his.  Something he couldn't get anywhere else.  Well, not that Will knew about.  He hadn't seen any other uncut guys on the team.  And the more he thought about it, the more Will wanted something that only Carl had too.  His mighty man cock. 

Carl was gripped it and released it over and over again.  The feeling was blowing his teenaged mind.  His own big cock had never felt this hot; this horny.  Carl's thick dick was dripping again.  But, it didn't look like sweat.  It was coming out of the wide piss slit, but it wasn't piss, Will knew that.  It was clear, and shiny; kind of thick, too.

"Oh, man," Carl said again.  He was slowly easing back Will sweet foreskin.  The shiny tip being uncovered one painstaking centimeter at a time.  "God, look at your cock head!  It so hot!  You're oozing too, man."

He was.  Some of the same stuff leaked out of Will's cock.  Thick gooey stuff.  Lots of it. 

What he saw next made him drop his jaw.  Carl caught all of Will's goo on his finger and put it in his mouth! 

"Shit, man.  You're so sweet." Carl said as he tasted the clear goo.  "Mine is good, but yours is like sugar.  I love it!"  Then Carl grabbed Will's long cock at the base and started milking it.   Pulling the skin hood forward, over the head and all the way back again.  More goo was coming out.  And he was eating it, too!  "No, I mean it, man.  Taste me; then taste yourself.  You want to?"

Will just stammered in disbelief.  His brain did one-armed back flips and Carl wanted him to speak?!

"You gotta, man.  You gotta," Carl kept insisting.  "Here," he said as he took a big dollop of the goo from his own cock and put it to Will gaping mouth.  "Close your lips, duffus.  taste it.  But don't swallow right away.  Taste it good."

Will closed his lips as he was instructed.  He slowly sucked at Carl's gooey finger.  It tasted . . . sort of . . . well, sweet and salty.  Both at the same time.  Carl withdrew his finger.  The goo tasted good, and mostly sweet.  Yeah, he liked it.  It was good.  But now Carl's finger was at his lips again.

"Here.  Now taste some of your pre cum."

Pre what?  "My goo?" Will blurted out.

"Goo, yeah," Carl laughed.  "Open," he commanded.  "Now, taste this.  Yeah, it's yours."  Carl's finger disappeared in Will's warm mouth again. 

"Doesn't it taste sweeter?  Yours is the best, man.  I could just suck you dry," Carl was saying as he helped himself to more Will-goo. 

Carl’s other hand just kept milking, trying to get more and more, Will figured.  But it was really feeling good.  He liked Carl playing with his foreskin.  It felt a lot better than when he did it himself.  Carl was pulling the tender skin back too far sometimes though.  It hurt, and Will told him so.

"Oh, shit.  Sorry, Will.  I didn't mean to hurt you."  Carl flashed a white, shower tile smile.  "I'm trying to make you feel good, man.  Not hurt you.  Do you like it?"

"Yeah," was all Will could say.  He was too concentrated on the feeling of Carl's juicy dick in his own hand, the flavors of their goos mixed in his mouth, and the thunder that began to rumble in his big balls.

"Jeez, you got big balls, too," said Carl as if he was reading Will mind.  "But, they're all pulled up tight.  Shit!  You gonna blow, man?  Will?  Will, man?  You gonna shoot?"

"Shoot?"  Will somehow managed to say as his throat tightened.  "Yeah, I'm gonna shoot,"

"Oh, man.  You gotta tell me.  Shit."  Carl pulled his buddy's hand off his cock and fell to his knees, and grabbed Will's enormous cock in one hand and cupped his giant balls in the other.  Then, and Will couldn't believe this next part!  Touching was one thing . . . .  But Carl was putting Will dick in his mouth.  And here he was ready to shoot, too!

"Carl!"

"Yeah, Will!  Feed me your cum, man."  Was the last thing Carl said as he plunged his hot mouth over the boys jerking cock, and sucked it hard.  He grabbed Will's hard ass and forced the boy's cock deeper into his throat. 

The feeling of that stud's hot mouth sucking at his ready cock was like nothing Will could think of.  But thinking was out of the question at this point.  He just looked down as his idol forced his nose into the dense black pubes.  That was it.  Will's head flew back against the gleaming boy-sweat covered tiles as he shot wad after creamy wad of hot, young-man cum into Carl's wanting, sucking mouth.

Carl swallowed as fast as he was able.  Will shot huge, long, wads into him.  The kid's spunk tasted even better than his pre cum.  But, he wasn't getting much of a chance to enjoy it, because it came at fire hose rate.  The immense cock filled his mouth with gobs of 'goo', as Will called it.  Carl liked that, it was kinda cute, just like Will.

Finally the flow started to slow up some.  Carl gathered the remainder in his mouth, tasting it, savoring it.  When the hot, young stud stopped firing his cum gun, Carl pulled his jizm filled mouth off the still solid organ. 

Will's knees began to buckle, so Carl stood and pressed his naked sweat-covered body against his new friend’s to steady him against the white wall.  Their diamond-hard cocks slipped against their bellies in their mingling sweat.

Will's eyes were closed when Carl tried to look into them.  But, not waiting for an invitation Carl pressed his full lips against the other boy's.  At first it was like a sweetheart kiss.  No open lips, no tongues.  But Carl knew what he had to do, and using his tongue like a pry bar he forced Will lips apart.  Truthfully, it didn't take that much effort.  As their tongues began to kiss, Carl filled Will mouth with his own cum and some of Carl's spit.

Will tensed as Carl forced his way inside.  But this was nice, too.  Besides, he was much too weak to stop him.  What was this new taste?  Carl was putting something in his mouth besides his tongue.  It was salty, but sweet, like his goo.  But this was stronger.  It was like taking a shot of whiskey after a swig of cold beer.  It was dense, musky.  Will relaxed into Carl's strong arms and mouth.  After all, Carl hadn't steered him wrong yet.  The more he tasted the new stuff the more he liked it.  Will sucked on the soccer stud's tongue trying to get more.

Carl pulled himself out of the hot kiss. "You like your own cum, man?"

His own cum?  Gosh!  Is that what it was? 

"I told you it was the best," Carl smiled again.  "You ever have any better?"

"I've never had any at all," Will confessed shyly.

"Right," Carl chuckled.  "Me, neither.  NOT!"

"No, really.  I never."  Will looked right into Carl's big sky eyes, just inches from his own.  He could smell the cum on the boy's warm breath as he laughed.

"Truth?" Asked Carl.

"Truth."

"Well, shit buddy.  I can fix that right now."  Carl gave Will one more long lover's kiss then began to press down on his shoulders.

 

Still looking at his now erect cock in the mirror, Will smiles.  That encounter with Carl had been eleven years ago.  Didn't seem that long.

"Will, are you ever gonna take a shower?" A deep male voice calls from the bedroom just behind him.  "I have to get to work.  Today."

"Listen, you.  It's you own damn fault," Will said as he turns and heads back toward the bed.

"Yes, I know.  Like it's my fault almost every morning."

“You know what, Carl?" Will asks smiling broadly.  "Sometimes I wish I had . . ." 

The sound of false complaints suddenly becomes the sound of deep kisses.

In the bathroom a large ball of water begins to swell on the end of the shiny faucet. 

 

The End