Gary And Martin Remember

I slowly swirled my tongue around my mouth, digging out the last of Martin's cum I managed to blow a small bubble on my lips. Taking a drag on my cigarette I looked at the ceiling.

"Do you remember the first time you and me showed each other our dicks?"

Martin's wistful question filled the quite room. He'd gone back over to the couch, put his cap back on and was idly squeezing the last drops of clear cum from his dick.

"Yeah I do. We woulda been...14?"

"Nah, 15. Form 3. That's nine years ago now"

"That's right. At your old place. Remember both taking off our pyjama's and being really serious about the importance of measuring them?"

"With my brothers tape measure. And mine was bigger but you got all riled up because 'on the flop doesn't count and you gotta foreskin and I don't'". Martin pinched the end of his foreskin and pulled his flaccid cock out in front of him the way they did back then.

"Then I said we gotta get stiffies and have a re-count"

"That's right and we both turned our backs to each other when we jerked off. Then right when we were at full strength we grabbed the tape and measured them. And as you'll recall I one by half an inch"

"What'd you think about when you jerked off back then? I know for me it was Susan Nolans crotch and the way her jeans were so tight I was sure they showed the actual shape of a vagina" I let the last drools of cum slide down my throat and pulled one of Martins pubic hairs off the tip of my cigarette.

"The truth. When we'd turned our backs to each other I was thinking of your dick and how big it was gonna be. Even then I knew what was coming"

"Yeah, me too. The permanent bulge in Brittains pants were what sent me over the edge most of the time. But man the guilt afterwards. For awhile there I had the fantasy of watching Brittain fucking Susan Nolan so I figured I was at least partly straight".

"I remember I used to stress because the other guys in class had hair in their arse cracks and I didn't. My pubes were fine and my legs looked normal but the only hairs I got on my arse was these real pale things you couldn't see". Martin never did get a hairy arse, somehow it stayed real smooth.

"We never saw each other naked except in gym glass until half way through Year 10."

"At least halfway! My candle remember."

"Yeah. 'Martins candle' Hell, that gave me something to think about."

At Martins place one afternoon in late summer. Me, Martin and our mutual friend Mark Clifford were sitting in Martins bedroom watching a video and I threw a Snickers bar to Mark who was leaning against Martins bed, it went flying under the bed, Mark reached under for it and pulled out along thin white candle with it's end melted smooth, "this smells of shit" he loudly exclaimed before realizing why. Then it clicked. Dropping the candle with a disgusted curse he fell silent then after 15 awkward minutes, made excuses and left. From then on we didn't see much of Mark Clifford. He kept it quite though so I guess that was something.

"And you were real silent for about the next week. I remember thinking you were gonna maybe punch me or something."

"Yeah. And when I finally go back to your house you act like nothing happened and I'm droppin' all these vague hints trying to swing the conversation around to sex"

Martin laughed lightly at the hell and frustration I went through that day. "Vague hints until you came right out: 'so Martin how far up your arse do you get it'."

"And finally you agreed to give me a demo. I always said that watching that candle slide into your arse was what made me face facts."

"Yeah and how many afternoons did we spend in my room showing each other how far we'd got things up our asses. And the smell of the incense so your mum didn't smell anything!"

The 'anal assaults' as we called them pretty much cemented our friendship. They went on for weeks and almost ended when we'd jerk ourselves off and fell flat onto the cum soaked carpet. Eventually on the morning of my 17th birthday I was sitting on Martins bed waiting for him to do up his school tie and he says he's got a present for me, at that moment I thought it was going to be a dildo. He told me to close my eyes which I did, then when he says open them he's standing right in front of me with the fly of his gray school trousers around his ankles and he's beating away on his cock. "You can either suck it or I'm gonna blow on your face". Leaning forward I opened my mouth but I didn't suck him I just waited, watching the piss slit intently, after just over a minute he grunts 'here it comes' and splat I get a shot of jizz right on my cheek, moving his dick closer to my mouth I get all the rest of the load onto my tongue. The bitter, smooth creaminess tastes just like mine as I get used to it coating my mouth.

The second part of the present involved him dropping between my legs and taking my cock out of my school trousers and sucking the hell out of it. The warmth wetness of that first time has never been beaten. Watching my best mates head bobbing up and down over my crotch was the greatest present I ever got.

Minutes later we bolted through the kitchen, both of us yelling good bye to his mother with each others cum still coating our tongues.

For the next three months Martin and me spent so much time blowing each other and then slowly figuring out how good 69'ers were that I always seemed to have that slightly raw taste in my mouth from his cum.

"When did Wayne Chamberlain happen?" I then asked Martin. Butting out my cigarette I used the hand to fondle my dick.

"Year 12. I remember we were both 17."

Wayne Chamberlain was in the year below us at school and he was the first guy to discover that me and Martin couldn't get our mouths off each other. We'd both snuck out of our classes and met in the male toilets at the rear of assembly hall as they were nearly always empty. On that day we stupidly came out of the cubicle at the same time and damn Wayne Chamberlain was standing at the mirror. Sniffing the air he realized we weren't sharing a cigarette. He looked at us with a smirk then leaning in close to my face exclaimed too loudly "is that sprog in your hair?!?!" It was, usually I checked but on that day I hadn't. I was left speechless. It didn't look like sweat. Then as cocky as all hell Wayne leers 'don't worry boys your secrets safe with me?'. We both then started for the door when he said it 'but which one a' you queers is gonna blow me now?'.

Seeing as I was the one who exposed us I went into a cubicle while Martin waited outside. Being short Wayne stood on the toilet lid and it wasn't too much trouble to get to his dick, he only had a fairly small one but it was thick so getting it in my mouth wasn't easy and my jaw soon ached. Unlike me and Martin Wayne rammed his rock hard shaft into me then pistoned into my face like some kinda of horny dog. The only he said was 'swallow it" then I feel his cum filling the back of my throat, gulping hard I took all his load.

"Jesus he was worse than us" I said into the quite room air "I reckon you and me woulda blown the little arse hole twenty times each at least!"

"I did get to like sucking his balls though" Martin said as he stretched his legs on the couch.

"Yeah he had nice balls, perfect size. But that arse a his kinda killed the mood sometimes, I tell you their was days when it smelt like he hadn't even wiped."

"It was strange that smell but that last time I saw him and he's pushing my head down 'lower' 'lower' I got a good look and it was clean, mind you I didn't lick far from his balls"

"I reckon 'celery man' was the grossest or at least the weirdest" I looked at Martin after saying this and he didn't disagree.

'Celery Man' was this kind of handsome bloke in his twenties who we met at the train station toilets one time. We ended up both going back to his place and bending over while he sunk sticks of celery into our arse holes. 'School kids are filthy bastards aren't you' he said more to himself than us. He was swirling sticks of celery around our bowels then trying to sound disgusted when he saw they have shit on them. After a few minutes of this Martin and I said we had to catch the no.14 bus (which was for lets go now). Turning around we saw that the bloke had laid all the sticks of celery in a neat line on his bed. 'Mate, you said we can fuck ya' so come on spread em'" Raising one leg the guy offered his smooth hole to our erect cocks. A quick plug into his arse proved that he was at least clean inside so we both then took turns fuckin' the weirdo.

"I've eaten some pretty pungent arse holes over the years but one hint of shit and I'm back on the cock and I stay there. Mind you some guys aren't too fussy about what they clean" With that Martin raised his legs and spread them apart, moving from the bed I dropped onto the couch and gave his crack a quick swipe.

"You're always clean. I ate the arse of catholic school captain once. His crack was stained but he was clean. I remember he kept checking his watch so he didn't miss the train. Then he blew right in my ear and I was deaf for days" Martin held his now stiff cock towards my mouth and I slid it between my lips.

As I lowered down into his crotch Martin said into the air "still no match for me and Monica". Lifting my mouth of his shaft I looked into his eyes "tell me that one while I bring you off" Kissing the tip of his penis I slid back down the shaft before nuzzling my nose in his pubic hair.

"OK. Gary's away and a guys gotta find relief so somehow I end up as one of the five passengers in a customized Ford with Marty, a coworker from the storehouse. I'm the only non-Italian guy in the car. The smell of Pino's mixed with Paco Rabane and Lynx is just about making me wretch but I'm not moving. All night I've been taking secret looks at the rises in the crotches around me. These guys are really out for it. Not a chance for me get much cock action but at least I wanna wait around until I see some kinda stimulation"

I slid my finger up between Martins arse cheeks and slide it into his hole as he continues.

"So after alotta driving and alot mobile phone calls yelled mostly in Italian we end up parked outside a spray paint workshop. The cut along story short someone's shouted a hooker for the night. "She's called Monica and mate she's taken us all" he says with a sweep oh his arm around the lot which contained at least 12 guys, some Italian, some Greek. Going through the door I come across the queue, four guys wait against the wall unashamed rubbing their crotches. A huge Italian guy in his twenties comes a hits us all for thirty bucks each so the five of us line up. Marty's second from the end and as far as I see I'm the end of the queue. Sadly, Monica's offering her services in private in a small office. Each guy gets to fuck her until he blows and then he has to leave the room and send the next one in. My cock starts to grow as I start doing the math's on what this woman has taken tonight. Twelve cars out in the parking lot, another six or so standing around spent and satisfied and then there's the eight guys in front of me. That's a grand total of approximately 26 guys!!. So finally I'm near the front of the line, pressing my ear against the door I can hear a scrape of furniture on the concrete floor. A groan and Marty's coming out adjusting his cock. To cheers of 'slops' I get ushered into the room."

I begin to suck harder drawing pre-cum from Martin's piss slit.

"So whatta I see when I get in the door? A woman, early twenties lying flat on her back on a laminex table. "Hi Darls" is all she says. I barely look at her face, I can't take my eyes away from her crotch, most guys see a cunt but not me I see cum, thick white cum pooled below her cunt, saturating her pubes and making her hole glint in the dull light cum drenched cunt lips. "50 to eat you out" Passing her the money she lies her head back, pulling my pants down I lower my lips to the surface of the table and grip my rock hard shaft. The smell of guys cum, guys horniness and guys sweat is all I can notice. The jizz of 26 guys!!! Lapping the cum from the table I then nuzzle hard into the wet slimy pubic hairs, sucking and licking load after load of Greek guy cum, of Italian cum!! Digging my tongue into her cunt I hit the mother load. Her cunt walls are oozing with sprog. Scooping it up with my tongue I load the first lot into my mouth, a thick creamy mass begins to slide down my throat, I take another scoop and another my mouth is one big cum receptacle, I don't just swallow I gulp, I have to there's too much. way too much. Horny young guys deliver big. Thoughts of the guys I've seen tonight flash through my head, some beautiful, some ugly it doesn't worry me - it's their cum I wanna drink. Huh....huh....huhaaarrrr...."

Martin blows in my mouth and I drink it straight from the slit - loving this story, loving this cock and loving him!

A leisurely rim job by Martin brings me off, another load into his mouth and we lay together, our heads down on the same pillow. A drool of my cum oozes out the corner of his mouth as he sleeps. Looking at the ceiling I soon drift off as well.

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