It was early summer 1982, I had just graduated high school a few weeks prior and now I was getting ready to leave for Basic Training at Ft Jackson, SC.
In school I was somewhat of a loner, I worked, went to night school at the local community college and never really hung out with anyone in my school, so consequently I had no close friends with whom I could party with, or spend time with before leaving my life behind.
My older brother (1 year older than me) had consented to give me a going away party (I had to ask him to do it, and pay for the beer, etc.). The group at the party would be mostly his friends whom I knew (most of them were on the wrestling team with my brother and I) but still, I was feeling a bit alone at the prospect of hanging out in his apartment, with his friends, just to drink beer and get high. But I felt I had to have a party of some sort...
My brother told me that he would not be able to pick me up, or take me home, and that I was NOT allowed to crash at his place after the party. So, in dire straights, I turned to the only person I could think of: my cousin Lucky.
Lucky was about 1/2 a year older than me, his brother about a year younger, and we had been pretty close for much of my young life. When I was younger (before high school) I would spend weekends with his family. The three of us would hang out, play pool, go to movies, read comic books and stay up late on Friday/Saturday nights to watch the Creature Feature show on the local TV station.
I had not spent time with my cousin(s) for the past 2 years or so as they went on with their high school lives and I went on with mine. But this occasion got me pining for 'the good old days', so I gave him a call.
Lucky was apparently happy to hear from me and more than happy to agree to come to the party with me (actually take me to the party) and we arranged to meet at my Dad's house Friday afternoon.
When I heard the knock at the door I was pleasantly surprised to see what was standing there: Lucky had grown, but not a lot. He was about 5'7", maybe 130 lbs and still had his dark, wavy hair, smokey brown eyes and eyelashes so dark and long they would have made a supermodel jealous.
He commented that I still looked the same although I had lost some weight and had nicer glasses (at that time I was 5'4", 120lbs, straight blond hair and looked like I was still 12). I told him that I had indeed lost about 50 lbs and grew almost 2" since we last saw each other.
We shook hands, chuckled, and gave each other a hug and left the house on his motorcycle. Sitting behind him, arms wrapped around his waist, smelling his leather jacket and the clean, manly scent of his hair, I couldn't help but to remember the one dreamlike encounter he and I had about 3 years prior.
I'm not sure if he remembered what had once happened, or if he could feel my erection pressing against him, but he told me over his shoulder to scoot closer and hold on tighter before we hit the freeway.
I had known for a few years that I was unilaterally attracted to both men and women, and I had a few engagements with men and boys (although not too many) during high school, so I was not opposed to snuggling up closer to him for the ride to my party.
I'll not bore you with the details of the party, but only to say there were about 6 people there, we played quarters (everyone felt it necessary to prey on me) and smoked some pot. Lucky had slipped me a couple of cross-tops before we got there, so by 8 o'clock I was fairly trashed.
I remember going to his bike, getting on and him telling me to hold on real tight, that the ride was going to take longer because we were going to have to go on the back roads. I remember feeling his hard chest under my left hand and his equally hard stomach under my right before he pulled over in a secluded area and stopped the bike, telling me he had to take a piss. We got off and moved over to some nearby bushes and did our business. I'm not sure if he saw me trying to steal a look at his dick but I couldn't help but to try - memories of one beautiful 2 a.m. 69 kept flashing through my mind.
He asked me if I was doing okay, and surprisingly I realized that I was feeling rather sober (must have been the speed). We got back on the bike and he told me to hold real tight so I wouldn't fall off or tip us over. I happily complied and put my arms around his waist. As we rode he took my left hand and moved it up to his chest and pushed my right hand down to his stomach like I had them before. He called back that we were going to his house since my Aunt and Uncle were out for the weekend and he didn't want to take me back to my Dad's house after partying and riding the bike.
The wind in my face, the smell of his neck and the feeling of my hand clutching his (and feeling his hard little nipple) was intoxicating. I realized my right hand was holding his lower stomach and my finger tips hand slid slightly under that waist of his Levis. I wiggled in my seat, pressing tighter to him and casually let my finger worm lower into his waistband.
About 30 minutes later we pulled into his neighborhood and it felt like I had him in death grip. we pulled into his garage and I sighed as I pulled away, the feeling of the top of his pubic hair leaving my fingertips was unsettling.
We went inside and I felt like I was back at home again. Lucky said he was going to shower and that I could take one when he was done.
"Unless you don't want to wait...." he said as he looked at me under those dark lashes.
"I feel really grungy" I replied "and my clothes smell like beer and pot..."
He took my hand and walked down the hallway to his room. He went in and took off his shirt and undid his pants. As he was pulling them down I was blessed with a look at his smooth, bare, ass.
"Do you remember that night?" he asked, turning around to face me. I stared at his smooth, olive complexioned chest, his tight, smooth stomach and that small patch of thick dark hair just over the top of a beautifully straight, circumcised 7" cock.
