Chapter 1

His name was Scott and he was the most unbelievably beautiful guy I had ever seen. At 18 he stood 5’10” and boasted 155 lbs of perfect teenage jock muscles. His long and shaggy blonde hair and eyes so brown they appeared black, a button nose and the most adorable dimples when he smiled had me enthralled since the day we first met. He was the star athlete and “cock-of-the-walk” in this small town, and he had his choice of girls. He was physically stunning and he knew it. This was a good thing, as he seemed to enjoy showing off his many attributes, including often going bare-chested under his signature faded jean jacket and wearing “spray on” jeans that left nothing to the imagination. I knew he was left-handed before I even knew his name.

Add to all of that the fact that he was just about the nicest guy you’d ever want to know and I was head over heels. I tried to be near him as often as possible no matter how much sleep I lost while splashing out load after load every night fantasizing about him. I was driving myself crazy with mad desire for him but I couldn’t make a play for him in this early 80’s small town. I wasn’t as worried about being found out as I was over the possibility of losing our friendship.

In retrospect I now realize that I had given myself away with my behavior in his presence. He would catch me looking at him and grin at me slyly or wink. When we were alone together he would talk endlessly about sex. He was a self-proclaimed “pervert” who never stopped thinking about or actively pursuing sex. His magazine collection was legendary and he would often brag to me how many times he had jerked off in a day and he would often take off his shirt at some point. I think he got off on being looked at. He always flaunted his nudity in the locker room and would challenge the other guys to see whose cock was bigger. If he got hard in the shower he’d laugh and start chasing guys around the room waving his massive boner at them and threatening to give it to anyone he caught. He was so charming and well liked by everyone that he got away with it without anyone thinking about it. Like everyone else I was oblivious.

One weekend my parents went out of town and left me alone. I immediately planned a party.

I had invited a small circle of friends including Scott. We were all pretty drunk and everything was in full swing when a group of girls showed up. They had brought along Lisa, a new girl in town who was, I was sure, the only girl Scott hadn’t fucked yet. Although he was sloppy drunk he began putting the moves on her and eventually they were seen sneeking into my bedroom. About 20 minutes later the girl exited the room and left with some of the girls. The guys joked that Scott must be losing his touch if he only lasted 20 minutes. I peeked into my room and saw him passed out flat on his back and buck-naked on my bed. I went over to get a better look at the star of my sexual dreams. His body was perfect. Wide and thickly muscled shoulders lying above a well-defined chest and washboard abs gave him that wonderful “V” shape that led the eye inexorably down to his virtually non-existent waist and the treasures below, like a pointing arrow. He had gotten a lot of sun over the summer, turning his smooth skin a copper-brown. The band of pale white skin around his groin drew my attention to his perfect cock like a spotlight. I felt my blood pulsing and my cock throbbing. So close was I to throwing all sense to the wind and crawling in beside him I quickly threw a blanket over him to remove the temptation. I closed the door and rejoined the party where I learned that Scott apparently couldn’t get it up and then passed out with the girl. Everyone laughed good-naturedly and the party continued. I couldn’t keep my mind off the beautiful naked boy in my bed. The rest of the evening was pure torture. Soon enough the beer ran out and everyone left.

I locked the front door and then flew to my room. He was in the same position as before but had kicked off the blanket and was now snoring. I also noticed that his perfect 8” uncut cock was hard and bouncing up and down on his rippled tummy right at his navel which was filled with his glistening nectar. Every time his cock bounced it made a little wet sound as the fat drop of pre-cum oozing from the tip of his pole was splashed into it. My blood was on fire and surging into my painfully engorged cut 7 incher. I was shaking as I quietly stripped off my clothes. I left my tighty-whities on for the moment. They were by now sticky with my own freely flowing lube juice.

I slowly climbed into the bed beside him, careful not to wake him. As I slid in next to him I could feel his body heat on my exposed skin causing my granite like member to jump and spasm in my shorts. I was very close to blowing but managed to calm myself enough to forestall my building orgasm. My heart was beating like a hummingbird’s and my breathing became quick and shallow. I was lightheaded and overwhelmed with the prospect of what I intended. I could no longer deny myself as my animal lust took over. I knew what a risk I was taking but couldn’t stop. My shaking hand moved gingerly over the expanse of his hairless torso. I gently pinched one of his quarter sized pink nips as my hot mouth moved over the other. I had never been so turned on before in my life.