CHRIS
I suppose you can call this a prequel as well as a sequel to a middle part of my life and Tom's as related in the story of the Hitchhikers. Tom and I are lovers, male lovers and we make love to each other as only men can, so if this turns you off you might as well close the book now.
I am now twenty four years of age, fair haired, blue eyed and stand just a shade under six feet in my socks. I weigh in around one hundred and ninety pounds and am well built having toned up my arm and shoulder muscles as well as my thighs by my swimming. You wouldn't have thought this twelve years ago when my sexual experiences began, being somewhat on the skinny side and having found out that the thing between my legs had more uses than for just peeing through. It would get hard at seeing a half naked breast and I would have an ache in my balls that I found I could only relieve by using my hand until I could come and splatter the handkerchief that also became stiff and hard after too much use.
I didn't dare put this into the laundry basket for my mother to find and ask why was it in that condition, so I would throw it away and say later that I had lost it somewhere. I began to get quite a supply of these as presents because of this habit of mine of constantly losing them.
I lived in a small town where my father owned a drugstore and mother used to work with him, both having gone through school and university together before getting married. They obtained their degrees to become pharmacists and with help from both their parents, got enough money to open their own store. I came along a few years later and they were satisfied with the one child and I must say, gave me a good grounding in my education as I grew up.
I learnt to swim in a pond that was in a meadow just outside of town and this was where I spent most of my summer holidays. An old elm tree grew on the edge and some past boys had rigged a rope up to a convenient bough so that one could swing out from the bank to land right in the middle of the water and then learn to swim back to the bank. A friend of mine, Darren, would come with me and there we would go skinny dipping and then lie out in the sun to dry off afterwards. He was two years older than me and it was with him that I learned more about sex than any book can tell you.
We had no modesty at that age and with the pond being so isolated, swam naked and stayed that way the whole time there, lying on the grass when not swimming. We talked, as boys do about everything under the sun, including girls and then jerk off when we became aroused and even to do it to each other. So I got quite used to holding somebody else's cock in my hand quite early on in life, to move the flesh under my hand, feeling the strength and watch the sperm shoot out as he writhed under my touch.
With him being older, he started to date girls before I did and when we lay there in the sun he would relate in detail all that he and the current girl friend had done together and would also boast of the sex he'd had with them. I believed him and asked how did he go about it, getting her ready and willing to have sex. The technique, he told me was in the way you kissed and spoke to the girl. Well show me I demanded of him and that's where it all started for me to be as I am now.
'Okay. Let's pretend you are the girl,' he began and you must remember that we are both lying there naked in the sun in this secluded patch of grass by the pond.
'You begin by stroking her hair,' which he proceeded to do to me, 'saying that it must have been spun from some silken machine for it to be as fine as this. You gently brush it away from her forehead before gently kissing her there.'
He was doing this to me as he spoke, kissing me just below the hair line before kissing me on the lips. I didn't move as I accepted that first kiss but my body began to react, getting a hard on as he moved his body closer to mine.
'Your eyes are of a shade of blue that I've never seen before in any painting by the Masters,' kissing me on the eyelids before kissing me on the mouth again. His body was slowly moving half across mine and I could feel that he too had a hard on.
'We kiss like this for some time, while I'm letting her feel that I've got a cock that's as hard as a rock wanting to be used. If she responds to your words and kisses, you know that you'll get what you want in the end.'
This took place at the beginning of the holidays, and as we went swimming every day together, he told me more as his relations with his present girl friend developed. He couldn't wait to tell me one morning that she had actually sucked on his cock the night before.
'It was the greatest thing I've ever known,' he exclaimed, his eyes shining as we climbed out of the pool to dry off. 'Look! I've even got another hard on just thinking about it.'
'Do you want me to jerk you off?' I asked reaching out for him.
'No, not yet. Let me tell you, it was terrific.'
'Well tell me for Christ's sake!' I said. 'I'm getting a hard on in anticipation.'
'I can't! It's indescribable, but I can show you.' His eyes lit up at the thought he'd just had. 'But if I do it to you, you'll have to do it to me afterwards, okay, it's only fair?' To this I agreed, my erection now beginning to hurt at the thought of having it sucked.