In the late 1960s, at 18 I was nearing the end of my very normal teenage years, a new friend joined our gang, Harry. We played a lot of football then and we were all used to the teams showering in communal changing rooms. But Harry was not into sports. However, one rather hot summer day, as we were coming back from the beach, the bus dropped us together in the same spot, just Harry and I. Since we were near the club, we decided to have a shower there before meeting the rest of our friends
Now both Harry and I were average build, youthfully muscular through sports and though he was a couple of years older, I was a couple of inches taller. Harry had a well-tanned skin and black curly hair, me paler, fair-skinned and ginger. I did not notice much till we came out of the showers.
Was that a cock? I always thought I was a bit on the short-cock side so when I saw his flaccid penis as he dried himself, I was not only surprised at his 7 inch cock, yes flaccid, I was jealous!
"Harry ... where did you buy that, man?" I joked.
"This?" he held it in his hand as he started to dry his man-meat with the towel in the other.
"Guess it just came with the rest of me" he laughed, but kept on stroking it, now without the towel.
"How big does it get?" I asked, feeling my own prick shrink in shame or with the cold.
"Oh, not too much more..."
As he stroked himself, it thickened and grew and he got closer and closer to me. Two naked young guys, alone after a shower, me eyeing his cock, he eyeing me.
"Keep it away from me" I laughed "you could injure someone with that."
"What ... this?"
By then it was a full ten inches long and not just the longest penis I had ever seen, but the thickest too.
"Want a sword fight?" he joked, swinging it from side to side as he got closer and closer. I was transfixed and even when his cock hit mine (why was mine getting harder?) I did not move. I was hypnotized by the magnificence of his penis and feeling inadequate at mine, even as it stiffened and reached its modest six inches.
"Come one, feel it ..." he goaded. "Forget football and sports and see what a real cock feels like."
My mind was numb with but one thought: I wish I had a cock like Harry's!
Harry reached over and pulled mine. His hand felt warm and - don't ask me why - but it seemed like the most natural thing for me to do. I reach out and took his man-meat in both hands. I was no stranger to my own cock, but this was the first other cock I had ever touched and despite a small voice somewhere in the maze of my thoughts telling not to, I started to massage that beauty.
When you first touch someone else's penis, it is a strange feeling. It is like touching your own, warm, soft yet stiff, malleable skin all around and a red helmet with a single eye that seemed to wink at me invitingly.
"You like it?" it was really more of a statement than a question, he asked, as his hand played around with my own cock, moving it up and down and then holding my balls as well. Why did I like it? I was well into girls, though still a virgin to full sex with them, other than fumbling when and where possible. And I loved that, I loved kissing girls and feeling their breasts surreptitiously when dancing, kissing them as often as allowed, why was holding this king of cocks so pleasurable?
"Come" he said, picking up his y-fronts and leading me to one of the toilet cubicles "we don't want to get caught."
I too picked my underpants and followed. We locked ourselves in and stared at each other.
"You liked it, didn't you?"
"Well .. no, its not that..."
