I was 22, a month away from entering my senior year at Cal Berkeley. A pretty popular dude. First baseman in varsity baseball with a hopeful eye in being drafted in the MLB draft. I had an athletic build and was filling out nicely. Had a summertime girlfriend, Colleen, who I'd try to see every weekend. We had a somewhat satisfactory love life but never enough to satiate my primal drive.
Colleen's libido was barely over a pulse but she was an otherwise sweetheart. It didn't phase me too much because I always had an meandering eye for guys -- but had never had any male-on-male experiences. Just fantasies. I really didn't give it too much thought. I just put it down as normal.
So things were going pretty well. I guess my only gripe was that my best buddies lived out of state and the summer breaks became a bore when Colleen was too busy to be around. Nonetheless, I had a younger buddy up the street that enjoyed throwing the football and baseball around. He was Dave, just turned 18 and had just graduated from high school. He had followed me around for years like a puppy dog. But that puppy dog had turned into a great looking kid with longish blond hair and plump inviting lips.
When we had gone swimming this summer, I noticed his developing pecs and a nice thatch of blond hair on his pecs and around his nipples that I envied. I had occasionally thought of him when masturbating but that was the extent of it. He was four years younger than me, for Christ's sake.
During the summers, we often got together and rode bikes, fished, swam and played ball. I thought of him as my younger hottie brother and I think he thought of me as his mentor. He would sometimes comment on my good looks and of being a natural magnet for babes. I didn't think much of it.
This summer I had volunteered to dog-sit for a neighbor across the street while they were on vacation, and would spend a lot of time in their garage, where there was a weight machine, stationary bike and a pool table. Dave would inevitably follow me and we'd be in the garage working out, playing pool and just bullshitting. Dave was real curious about my sex life with Colleen. I exaggerated a bit, describing Colleen as a nymphomaniac who could never get enough. (Wishful thinking).
So, this one afternoon in August after watering and feeding the dog, Dave and I withdrew to the garage for a little downtime. I settled down on the garage floor and Dave was sitting on the work bench. We're talking about sports and neighborhood gossip when Dave turned the subject matter to Colleen and my supposedly "great" sex life. So I don't disappoint. Colleen gives great blowjobs, her tits are like casaba melons, blah, blah, blah.
So I'm laying there on my back looking at the rafters blathering on and on about my sexual prowess when Dave suddenly gets off the workbench, comes and stands over me and smiles.
He leans down and starts to untie the laces on one of my shoes. What the fuck? Off comes that shoe. He unties the laces on the other shoe and pulls that shoe off. Next are my socks. Gone. At this point, I am feeling this odd yet wonderful sensation of being absolutely submissive and helpless to this 18 year-old and I say nothing. It's a feeling of passive compliance of being totally dominated. It is starting to really turn me on. Dave is quiet, too, says nothing, but continues to attack my clothes.
Next, he unbuckles my belt and pulls it through all the loops. I don't move at all. We just share eye contact. He can sense my tacit permission. The next order of business is undoing the buttons on my jeans. I know he can feel my growing boner. With no verbal opposition from me, he reaches down to the cuffs on the jeans and boldly yanks them off. I'm totally silent and fully realize that he is on a mission.
Up next: my shirt. I just lay limp as he pulls my T-shirt over my head and crumples it up and casts it aside. I'm left in my underwear and my big tent leaves nothing to the imagination. I am as as hard as a rock. I can't believe that this 18 year-old is totally stripping me with my absolute non-verbal consent. But he hesitates. He reaches down and feels my cock through the fabric. Again, no words are exchanged. By now, there is no doubt who is in control. I am his toy and it feels great. I remember thinking, "Just take the goddamn underpants off!!"
As if reading my mind, he uses his index fingers to get under the elastic band and with one tug, there they go. I am totally nude, a sheep to Dave's wolf. He grabs a fishing pole from the wall and starts prodding my cock and balls. I'm loving it. He's loving it.
