Fifty years ago, two HS friends learn to suck each other.
Foreskin Friend
As a teenager, my favorite after-school activity was jacking-off with a friend. Having someone else stroke my erection felt much better than doing it myself. I loved to surrender control and let him show me how he enjoys his cock. Then I show him how I enjoy mine.
I've learned some great skills from friends, like how squeezing your balls increases testosterone, or how a steady rhythm brings on a trance, or how conscious breathing makes the feelings stronger.
A hard cock is the perfect shape to be sucked, but every time I try to suck a friend, he says stop. He wouldn't want to suck me. He's afraid it would mean he's queer. Well, I've got news for you guys; we're all queer for our own cocks. And I bet if you could reach it, you'd suck it.
My junior year, a new kid came to our school, and we had gym class together. In the showers, he wasn't shy about his body. His cock was different. Its foreskin came to a close over a large head, unlike mine and those of my friends that were cut. After he washed his body, he reverently pulled back this foreskin and let the water flow on his cock-head. I couldn't take my eyes off his glistening cock, with the foreskin gathered behind the glans.
We spent time together and became friends. I lived on a small farm not far from town, and one Saturday in April he came to visit. We had all afternoon.
We fed the chickens and gathered eggs. We pumped water from the well in the dooryard and drank from an enamel cup. We slipped our fingers into the mouths of a pair of new-born calves and felt them eagerly suck. We peed behind the barn, watching each other. He pulled his foreskin back to pee, and afterwards he shook his cock several times.
"Feels kinda good," he said with a grin.
I took him into the barn where we could be alone. We climbed a ladder of slats nailed between a couple of studs on the back wall. Sparrows were chirping.
A hole in the ceiling led into the hayloft with exposed beams overhead.
Cum-stained army blankets covered some bales of hay. This was where I jacked-off with friends.
"Welcome to my hideout," I said, feeling a tingle between my legs.
"Nice," he replied, looking around and adjusting his crotch. Dust sparkled in the sunlight slanting through cracks in the walls.
"You look at my cock when we shower," he said.
"Yeah, I've never seen a foreskin before."
"Wanna see it now?" He asked, opening his pants.
"Sure," I said.
He pulled out his cock. The perfect size and shape. His foreskin covered a big mushroom head.
"Go ahead and touch it," he said, taking off the rest of his clothes.
It was warm in my hand. How would it feel to jack-off with all this skin? I pulled the foreskin back and inhaled the sexual tang of moist cock-head. The glans was shining like a pearl. His cock grew till it was standing on its own. It felt like warm velvet over marble. I gently stroked it with one hand and gripped his balls with the other.
"That feels so good," he whispered.
"I love your cock."
"Can I play with yours?"
I pulled down my pants and tossed them aside. My erection sprang out, radiating it's animal smell. He took it in his hand.
"It's nice," he said, spitting in his palm.
We stood facing each other, naked and erect. He spread saliva over my hard-on, stepping close and putting my hand on his erection.
"Show me how you jack-off, and I'll copy you," he said.
I slid the skin down and then up, squeezing harder on the up-stroke to milk out the precum. He milked mine. As he exhaled, I inhaled. Excitement grew. The scent of our erections was intoxicating. Outside, a rooster crowed.
He used the same steady rhythm on my cock that I used on his. Looking into his eyes, I could see he loved this feeling. The steady rhythm plus the pleasure in his eyes were hypnotizing. I felt faint and went into a trance.
He put our two cocks together and rubbed the underside of his glans - juicy with precum - on the underside of mine - juicy with saliva. He pressed our thighs and balls together, stroking both cocks with one hand.
"What happened here?" He asked, pulling open my pee slit.
My pee slit is very large, opening all the way back to where the glans meets the shaft.
"It was closed when I was born, so the doctors cut it, and it grew to this size."
"Can I try something?" he asked.
"That depends."
"I want to suck your cock."
"Only if I can suck yours."
"Deal," he said, squeezing my balls.
I sat down, lay back, and closed my eyes. His hands moved up my thighs and spread open my legs. His breath sent shivers up my spine. His tongue licking my balls made my hard-on swell harder.
His moist lips slid over my glans. His tongue caressed the underside, awakening all my nerve endings, feeling so much better than any hand job. My erection melted into his mouth. My whole body came alive with
pleasure.
"You got me," I surrendered to these feelings.
He held the base of my cock with one hand and my balls with the other, and gently explored the inside of my pee slit with the tip of his tongue. A new pleasure bordering on pain spread up my spine, and I came out of trance, wide awake and alert, knowing what to do.
"Get up here on the blanket!" I commanded, eager to try sucking.
I fell to my knees, inhaled the earthy smell of his crotch, pulled back his foreskin, and licked his glans, smooth as silk. His pee slit began to ooze. As oysters taste of the ocean, his precum tasted of farmland.
"Be gentle, it's sensitive," he moaned in pleasure.
With my lips I pushed the foreskin back, then swirled my tongue around the underside of his cock. My saliva mixed with his precum kept his glans bathed in liquid. I slid his cock into my throat, but instead of gagging me, the flared, acorn shape felt really good. I swallowed around it several times.
He pulled out of my mouth and whispered, "Let's suck each other," breath smelling like cock.
With that, he swung on his hip and slid his lips over the head of my erection, while I worked my tongue under his foreskin. I wrapped my free arm around his waist and grabbed his butt. I gave all my attention to the head of his cock as it slid into my throat, past my windpipe. He took my cock the same way.
I pulled back so I could breathe and inhaled the musk of his crotch. The perfect curves of his butt cheeks came together at his hairy asshole. I fingered it, and he fingered mine, opening up new areas of pleasure. My body dissolved into his.
Nature's sounds echoed in the hayloft. A meadowlark sang. Cattle were lowing. A fly buzzed. We were groaning with passion.
I followed his lead. The more pleasure he gave my cock, the more I gave his. We were feeling our way to ecstasy! Any boundaries between us disappeared, and we moved as one. Like waves lapping the shore, we swayed to the oldest rhythm of all.
With each swirl of tongue, each sliding of lip over glans, each plunge of cock into throat, our pleasure grew, seeking orgasm. Moving slower as we got closer to the inevitable, we finally stopped completely and held each other tight. Our swollen cocks thrust so deep, they blocked our breathing.
Elation took wing!
There was oozing, then pulsing, then shooting. Cum filled our throats. We drank. We pulled back and inhaled, while more cum erupted. We drank again, tasting and swallowing rapture. More cum overflowed. We drank again. On and on, until we were sure all of life is flowing perfectly.
For a moment, there was a lull in the sounds of nature, giving us a chance to catch our breath. A seed had been planted. Something good had been set in motion.
Cradled on our bed of straw, pillowed on each other's thighs, inches away from our softening cocks, still tasting each other's cum, and inhaling the rich smells of hormones and ball sweat - we silently and peacefully floated in the afterglow.
"Was this good for you?" I asked, swinging around to see his face.
"More than good. It was magic."
"You look energized."
"So do you."
"Suck buddies?"
"Always."
"Welcome home," a turtle dove cooed to its mate.