It was the summer of 1987, I was eighteen. It was just after my senior year in high school. Even though I was getting ready to go away for school, I hung around the block in the neighborhood with the kids I grew up with.
The two boys that I hung around the most were both a year younger at seventeen. I was stronger and bigger physically than either of them and sort of the leader of our group. We would do what any normal kids did; played games, teased the local girls and looked at porn every opportunity we got. You know back then it was all about Hustler, High Society and Penthouse.
I lived on one end of the block, Jeff lived on the other end of the block and Steve lived right in the middle, so most of the time we would hang out at Steve’s. He also had a large basement with video games. His parents rarely ever bothered us when we were down there so we were able to sneak in beers and had dozens of porn magazines stashed away down there.
Usually, a couple weekends a month, Jeff and I would sleepover at Steve’s. The basement had two couches, both with pullout beds. Steve would get one and Jeff and I would share the other.
This particular weekend we happened to find several new magazines in one of the local park trashcans. Like a lot of things during the late ’80s porn was progressing. The magazines had more and more pictorials of both men and women engaging in sexual acts, instead of just women posing nude. After a long day outside in the hot sun, we decided to just chill down in Steve’s basement that evening playing video games and drinking beers. This in turn left to the decision for Jeff and I to sleep over at Steve’s.
If you weren’t playing video games you were paging through the new porn magazines we had found. Of course, we were talking about how and what we would be doing to the woman in the pictures as well as some of the local girls.
At some point during this discussion, I made a comment about all the big dicks and that I kind of like these types of pictures more than just the chicks. Steve and Jeff, of course, jumped on my comment with your usual, “We got your big dicks right here.”
We continued to drink some beers, play video games and scroll through porn magazines until after midnight. We decided to call it a night and Steve went to the other side of the basement to his bed and Jeff and I got under the sheets on ours.
As always there were a couple last second sarcastic comments about the night and the last one from Steve was, “Hey Jeff be careful tonight, make sure Scott doesn’t jerk off tonight thinking about those big dicks he was admiring earlier.”
Jeff chuckled and replied, “Well if he does he better do the same to me.”
I, in turn, told them both to, “Fuck off.”
Steve turned off the lights and we settled in. I was lying there thinking about what Steve had said. This was causing my dick to get semi-hard. What happened next seemed to take an eternity, but in reality, it was probably a couple of minutes.
Jeff was getting comfortable and adjusting his position and when he was done my right hand, which was lying flat on the bed so was now ever so slightly touching his leg. Now I’m not sure if Jeff wanted this to happen or if it was just an accident. Either way the next thing I know I’m slowly moving my hand up his leg and towards his cock.
As we always did Jeff and I slept in our jeans. So as I moved my hand I could feel a bulge in his pants. I slid my hand up and under his t-shirt and found the top of his pants. I tried to reach down into his pants but there wasn’t enough room.
At this point Jeff has not said a word or moved in any fashion that would suggest he was for or against what was happening. I was moving as quietly and as slowly as I could so that Steve wouldn’t hear what was going on.
I reached down and undid the snap button on his jeans and then undid the zipper. I pushed his jeans open and then reached in and grabbed his dick through his underwear. I was rubbing it up and down and squeezing his now hard cock. It felt amazing in my hand even though I hadn’t even truly touched it yet. I finally reached up and slid my hand underneath the band of his underwear and grabbed his cock. The head of his cock felt massive and as I rubbed my thumb over the top of it I felt a drop of pre-cum on my skin. I started to jerk his dick slowly up and down again so as not to make any noise that would awake Steve.
Now the thing is that both Jeff and I were still lying on our backs so I was soley using my right hand and I was kind of at an awkward angel and starting to get tired. I pulled my hand away and rolled onto my right side so that I could reach in with my left hand. As I did this Jeff like a magician had reached down and pulled his pants and underwear down to his thighs. I was fully expecting to have to reach back into his waistband, but was surprised when I felt nothing but a set of slightly hairy balls in my hand.
I rubbed and squeezed his balls for a second but then turned my attention back to Jeff’s dick. The thing I remember most about his dick was how big the head of it was compared to the base. Mine dick was the same thickness from top to bottom until you got to the head. His was narrow at the base and grew ever thicker up to the head. As I started to get into a rhythm of stroking his dick I felt Jeff slide a little closer to me, basically making it easier for me to do what I was doing. After about ten minutes I could hear Jeff’s breathing change. His stomach started to rise and fall a little quicker. The next thing I know I can feel his dick pulsating as it spit out several shots of cum onto his stomach and into my hand.
I used his cum as a lubricant and continued to stroke his dick. He started to shake a little and let out a low moan of satisfaction. I continued to stroke his dick as it started to soften in my cum covered hand. I finally released my grip and reached up onto his shirt and felt the wetness from his cumming on it. I could tell that Jeff was reaching down and pulling his underwear and pants back up. Once he was done he readjusted himself again on the bed and slid back over to his side of it and we both fell asleep.
The next day we just acted as if like nothing had ever happened and it was just like any other day. Twice more that summer at sleepover’s my hand would find it’s way over to Jeff’s cock and slowly stroke it until he would cum all over it. So who really was the leader of the group. Was it me because I was getting what I wanted in stroking his dick or was it Jeff because here he was using my submissiveness and getting his dick stroked by me. Well I know the answer because years later came more to this story. Until next time.
