A friend in Need (A true sex story of my first time)

I never knew how big a dick could be, until I saw Steven’s.Saturday’s got boring in my little apartment in the Miracle Mile. Hell, the times were boring. We were three months into 1981, and it seemed my life had slowed to a stall. I was living with my blond high school sweetheart, and the sex was good, but predictable. The times I can remember, that is. There was a lot of drinking and partying back then, and sometimes the days and nights meshed into one another like one big kaleidoscope of words and scenes. My near-do-well trust-fund friends would come over often to help waste time, get drunk, and basically melt into the furniture. My best friend, Steven, often hid at my place from his hilltop hell known as his parent’s house to come share in the debauchery that was my life.After the requisite many beers on one lazy Saturday afternoon, Steven went missing. There wasn’t many places to hide in my flat. It was just a single with a separate kitchen and a bathroom. I’m not sure how long he was gone. I was stoned and a little drunk, and it could have been ten minutes - or much longer. So I decided to look in the one place he could be.My bathroom didn’t have a door, and to tell you the truth I’m not sure why. People walked in on each other all the time. It was kind of weird, but also very bohemian. Maybe that’s why we kept it that way. Or maybe we just didn’t have the money to get a fucking door. I don’t really remember.“Steve, what’s up?” I called before rounding the corner to the bathroom. No answer. I guessed it was possible he could have left, but my front door is kind of loud when it closes, so I guessed I would have heard him. I called out again as I entered, “Steve, what are you…” and as I opened the curtain, there I saw it. Steve was on the toilet with a tit magazine and his dick in his hand. “Steve!” I sounded kind of shocked. After all, there wasn’t a door. He knew anyone could just catch him. But he didn’t’ immediately stop stroking his dick head with his thumb. I remember the circular motion he was using. He had the most massive dick head I had ever seen.He slowly looked up at me sheepishly, and smiled. “Wow Steve…” I murmured. Come here. I walked back out to the main room, kind of shocked. My heart was beating fast, and I felt heat in my cheeks. This was something I hadn’t encountered before. I heard him follow behind me and when I got to the bed I turned around. Steven still had his pants around his ankles, his hard cock fully erect and exposed.I finally got a good look at this monster cock. I guessed it to be maybe 12 inches, maybe more, and the girth was incredible. The head of his dick looked to be the size of a tangerine. I was truly impressed.“Sit down, man”, I said sternly, playfully, and he plopped on the bed on his back, his heavy balls and cock slapping against his legs. His balls were equally impressive, the size of eggs, enveloped in a very long scrotum. I just couldn’t’ believe how hung this kid was. I had to say something. “You have a really beautiful dick and balls.” It made me feel strange, because I had never even thought about saying that to a guy. I started to feel flush, and realized my own cock had grown hard. “Thanks…” he grinned, and his eyes gazed at my slightly open robe. At that moment, I realized that was all I was wearing, and he could see my throbbing cock draped by the fabric. “So, can I touch it?” I said, unable to hide my curiosity. “Sure.” He said, as he kind of stuck out his tongue and licked his upper lip in anticipation.I knelt down and hooked his still bound legs over my head. I wore his legs at my waist which brought me right in front of his fat fucking cock. I grasped it with my hand, and realized I could not touch my fingers to my thumb. His hard hammer was fatter than my own wrist. “Oh my God,” I whispered, “This is a beautiful cock.” Steven looked at me and I could tell was truly flattered. “Thank you, man. That’s cool of you to say.” Some of my shyness had gone away. I was more curious than anything. After all, I had never been so up close to a man’s meat before, and considering this cock, I had hit the cockpot. “So, is it okay if I jack you off? It’s okay if you say ‘no’” “Yes, of course. I want you to.” Steve got comfortable, and put a pillow behind his head. He raised up his ass a bit so I could slide another pillow under him. “Wow, you have a really nice ass too, bro. That’s fuckin’ hot.” I couldn’t’ stop myself. I was in total admiration mode at this point. His round, full, smooth ass perfectly complemented what he had going on in front, and I needed to let him know. “That’s funny, no one’s ever complimented my ass before. You really like it?” His eyes queried. “Oh hell yes. I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t. You know me.” What I didn’t really pay attention to at the time, but became clear a few weeks later, was what he said next. “Maybe that can come into play down the line.”I leaned over and grabbed a jar of Vaseline from beside the bed, opened the jar and scooped out about a teaspoonful with my fingers. I held the shaft of his penis with my left hand, and began to apply the Vaseline in a circular motion on his huge cock head. It throbbed and swelled, turning even more of a purplish hue, and was firm as a kielbasa sausage. I began to massage his mushroom cap, twisting my hand and cupping it slowly and deliberately, and his hips slowly began to sway from side to side, gently.I slid my hand down his shaft, and realized something… I needed MORE Vaseline! This fucking thing needed much more lubrication. This time I started from the base and coated it, and it glistened in the sunlight coming through the window. It was really sexy. Hard. Veiny. Warm. I coated his balls with Vaseline for good measure, and smooshed them together with his cock, enjoying his entire manliness in my hands. I began to stroke the length of his steely, throbbing member, giving his balls a slight tug, and then resting one ball in my hand, allowing the other to drape over the side of my hand in the roomy sac, swaying and shifting.I was rhythmic now, tip to base, and giving a little twist at the top just under the head. It seemed to drive him a little wild when I did that the first time, so I kept on. His panting was making me really horny, and I dropped his ball and shoved my hand up under his ass, squeezing his ass cheek and gently fingering around his anus. He seemed to really like that “Oh yeah, fuck yeah…” he writhed, and I just kept on doing what I was doing. Vaseline was everywhere, we were getting messy. Just then, I realized. The curve of his cock, which was downward, placed his cockhead about an inch from my mouth when I slid my hand to the base. I was so interested in his size, the look of his sexy, glistening dick, I hadn’t noticed I was almost feeding it to myself.I’m not sure what came over me next, as I had never had the thought before about any dick. I opened my mouth wide, and plunged his bulbous mushroom head deep inside! His eyes widened, and his jaw dropped. He looked at me with his dick stuffed in my mouth, and gasped, “Holy shit!”My heart pounded. Precum hit my taste buds, and it was way better than I expected. I pulled his dick out of my mouth, looked him in the eyes, and said “Is this ok? Are you cool with it?” His eyes relaxed, and a smile donned his boyish face, he raked his light brown hair from his face, and said “Go for it, man.”I slammed his cockhead back in my mouth and pumped my head up and down, while stroking his hard, fleshy pole, rhythmically synching my head and hand, and created a light suction with my mouth. I licked and smothered his head with my tongue, and pulled it back out with a slurp. I made eye contact with Steve as I coddled and caressed his dick with my tongue, and shoved it back in between my lips once again, slurping and sloshing, wet noises breaking the previous near silence of the room. “Mmmmm…” I hummed, attempting to push that huge ball of goodness as far into my throat as I could, nearly gagging on my efforts. I could tell I was a natural. Steve could too.Our eyes met one more time as I popped his pulsating cock out of my mouth and then back in again, and he couldn’t contain himself. “I… I’m go-nna Cuuuum…” I pulled him out and opened my mouth so he could watch the show. I grabbed a handful of ass and held on for dear life.Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! He shot cum into my mouth from six inches away, and absolutely covered my face and chin. Again and again, I felt his cum hit my tongue, lips, and face, and I let go of his ass and took his balls in my hand. I stroked short strokes just under his delicious purple mushroom, and felt his tight nuts delivering creamy sperm to my awaiting face. I swallowed his white boy juice, and made yummy noises which made him cum even more.Wildly drinking his cum and gasping for air, I slathered my tongue against his dick, and squished it in and out of my eager fucking mouth. I had never seen so much cum, and by the time it was all over, I was simply painted with it. I leaned back with his legs still locked in his pants around my back, and gobs of hot sticky cum dripped from my face, and into my lap, onto my own dick.I hadn’t touched myself even once, but I felt ready to cum. Still holding his long balls with my left hand, I jacked off using his cum as the lube with my right. Seconds later, I exploded. I stood up and shot cum on his stomach and still hard cock. I collapsed on top of him, and we were in a tangle. A heap of cum, Vaseline, and ecstasy. And we were officially bisexual.That’s the first time Steven and I shared ourselves with each other, but it wouldn’t be that last. One night though, he fucked my girlfriend when I was out of town. That ended our friendship. You don’t fuck a friend’s girlfriend behind their back. It’s a trust thing. That was over thirty years ago, and I haven’t spoken to him since.Some stories are made to be short.