I am not a sex addict but Damn if I'm not close! I love sex. Any kind of sex. And the nastier the better. Before I got married, I would make several trips a year to Texas for the purpose of sex. No, I never went to meet someone, officially, but I would each time. Usually it would be strangers in dark theaters or adult arcade booths, the occasional rest area or park. These encounters were generally with guys but occasionally I would find a girl with lose morals. Always I would cum.
But this was my first.
My first encounter with a guy was at a party at a lakeside cabin. We were good friends and had been partying together for years. I had just turned 18 the week before and man what a bash that had been! Of course I got way drunk and passed out...woke up the next day with one hell of a hangover but that was ok...I was now 18!
The next week, we decided to have a small party of just me and Kyle and a couple of other guys. My girlfriend was out of town and Kyle didn't have one right then. So we made it a guy's night. Lots of booze, weed, cards, and smoking. Hell, we were even going to have a cook out. Kyle and I went out to get everything ready and then waited.
And drank, and waited.
And smoked. And waited.
And drank.
Hell, by about 7:30 I realized that no one was coming out. That was ok. I was fucked up by that time anyway.
I decided to go for a swim and staggered to the water. Stripped to my boxers and was getting ready to jump in when Kyle came down to stop me. He was afraid I might be too drunk to swim. I stood (teetered) on the edge of the dock and was just jumping in when Kyle tried to grab me to stop me. The only thing that he could get hold of was the waistband of my boxers and then I jumped/fell into the water. My boxers ripped but I triumphantly kept them on.
Well, almost. After I came back up for air, they disappeared. Shit happens. Damn the water felt good!
Kyle started yelling at me to get out before I drowned but I had sobered up a little when I hit the cool water or at least my head had cleared a little. And besides, I was naked! Treading water made my dick and balls thrash around and this made me think of my girlfriend, Sarah, who was out of town but when she got back, maybe we could come out here and fool around. This gave me a stiffy. No way was I getting out until it went down. No way. By this time Kyle realized that I wasn't likely to suddenly drown and decided to join me.
He stripped to his boxers then Kyle plunged in. He came up near me and made sure I was ok. I said I was, more or less. That caused him to look at me funny until I explained that he had ripped my shorts and that they were missing in action.
Kyle said it was no big deal. Heck, we had been friends since we were 12. Played football, basketball and even though our teams never made it to the playoffs, we had had fun. But we had never 'seen' each other naked. Sure we showered together after practice and games but guys just didn't look down there. We had definitely never seen each other...excited. Kyle didn't get why I was embarrassed and then suddenly he grinned. He told me not to get any ideas and swam a 'safe' distance away. After a while he swam to shore and got out. I asked him to bring me a towel.
A few minutes later Kyle returned with the ice chest in tow, one towel over his shoulder and one wrapped around his waist, he was holding a huge joint in his mouth. And when I say huge, I mean that fucking joint was a hog's leg! He said that he had gotten it as a birthday present and that although it was mine I had better damn well share.
Tossing me a towel, I climbed out and wrapped it around me. We sat on the dock and he gave the marijuana cigar to me. I looked at it and asked "How much pot is this?"
Kyle told me that it was almost a full quarter bag. "It took 6 papers to roll it and to be safe I double wrapped it." He pulled out his butane lighter handed it to me and asked "What are you waiting for?"
I lit up and inhaled. Then inhaled again, and then again. Then sat back as I felt the smoke expand in my lungs. I passed it to Kyle just before I erupted in a fit of coughing that I knew was going to cost me a lung. It finally passed and Kyle handed the cigar back to me. I took a slightly smaller hit that time and held it in and then slowly let it out thru my nose.
Looking at the cigar, I noticed that it had gotten darker maybe even a little wet. I looked at Kyle and he smiled and asked for it again. He put it to his mouth, grinned and just before he took a hit, he said "Creeper."
"Right, sure."
"No, really. Wait."
Shaking my head, I asked for the joint but he wouldn't give it to me. Instead, he put it out and gave me a beer. I yelled "Damn it, Kyle, give it back to me! Even if that is creeper I want to get really stoned and other than sore lungs and a sore throat, I don't feel anything!"
Kyle just shook his head at me and replied "Dude. Trust me. Really." and gave me the beer.
The wind picked up and the lake started to get all wavy, causing the light to reflect in all different kinds of ways. I sat there and took a drink of my beer and it was hot. I spit it out and yelled at Kyle for giving me a hot beer.
Kyle started laughing so hard he fell off his chair. I started laughing at that and asked "What's was so damn funny?"
He just pointed at me and laughed even harder.
Finally, in short gasps interrupted by hysterics, he explained that I had been sitting there staring at the water for about 40 min before I started talking about the cows on the other side of the lake. That doubled him over again and he started rolling around on the dock helpless because he was laughing so hard.
His laughter was infectious and soon I was laughing as hard as he was until I remember him saying something about cows and I curled up and rolled over on my side in hysterics! A few minutes later, we both regained some measure of control and in between gasps for air and sudden fits of the giggles, we sat up.
I leaned back against the rail on one side of the dock and Kyle leaned back against the other. Man I felt good. I opened my eyes and smiled and started to tell him thank you. Kyle was leaning back his hand over his eyes and then a fit of laughter caused him to sprawl on his back. That's when I noticed that in all the laughter and all the rolling around, that he was naked. And hairless. And large.
I stared.
All my laughter was gone.
I was focused on his crotch even as he sat up. I continued to stare.
He just sat there.
I saw it start to grow. Expand. Rise. I was mesmerized. It looked so beautiful. It was heavy looking and, oddly, it seemed to be pointing at me! It also was being supported by an impressive set of balls. The head continued to grow and changed to a deep shade of purple and the slit at the end seemed to open slightly and a clear drop of fluid leaked out and then, like sap from a tree, the drop slowly began to descend. I swear it seemed to glisten and sparkle as it got closer to the deck. Then it just touched the dry wood and was absorbed. There was this long strand connected to the head of Kyle's cock and the other end looked as if it was being drawn into the wood. I had never seen anything as stunning.
Kyle coughed and I looked up suddenly realizing that I was on my hands and knees between my best friends legs. I had apparently been so caught up in the sight that I had crawled closer to get a better look. A glance showed me that I was about ten inches away from the head.
My face flushed and my throat got even drier and I became acutely aware that I was dripping a large amount of liquid from my painfully erect penis.
