I was born near the end of the year, so I started school later than most. I was 18 during my senior year of high-school. I knew in Junior High that I liked to fuck and be fucked, but I was not at all interested in acting like a femme, wearing makeup, or acting like a stereotypical pansy fag. In fact, I was usually quite the opposite.

I loved participating in physical ed class and was decent at most activities. I didn’t have what it took to be great at any one sport, so I used the time in phys ed to get my body looking firm and toned. Somewhere between eighth and ninth grade, my hormones kicked in to overdrive boosting my height by four inches (moving me from 5’ 8" to 6’), my blond hair began to spread to my chest and thicken on my legs, and my dick filled in, amazing me seemingly each day with added girth and length. By the time my junior year of high school rolled around, I had developed a nice physique to go with my 6-foot 3-inch frame, I had soft, blond hair across my pecs and down my abs, and my uncut dick was a nice 5 inches soft and close to 8 when aroused, framed at the base by golf-ball sized nuts, the left hanging slightly lower than the right. And by the way, my name is Richard; most people call me Rich.

***

Today is Thursday, and I’m in the gym showers at the end of my final period gym class. It’s a hot day, and the cool water feels great on my body. The showers are full, and the usual suspects are horsing around; I don’t mind as I’m one of the usual suspects. Anyone who knows me or knows of me is aware that I’m sexually active, and go both ways. I figure that I’m young and can enjoy my sexuality with whoever interests me. Being in California has been a blessing, as the culture is accepting of different lifestyles, and being friendly with everybody has helped that although most people wouldn’t try to screw with me based on my size. I tell you that to drive the point home that none of the guys runs away from me in the shower room, nor do they whisper behind my back. The usual guy talk goes on; did you sleep with Amy yet, (who hasn’t), when’s the last time you got a blow job, and so forth.

Finishing my shower, I grab my towel from the hook and walk back to my locker area, toweling off as I walk. I’m aware that my dick is swinging freely between my hairy, muscled legs, and I don’t really care. I’m OK with showing off my package, in a nonchalant sort of way; it helps keep my reputation going around the school and keeps my pool of prospects open.

I get to my locker near the middle of the row and finish drying off. Jake stops at his locker next to mine and we start to talk about the volleyball game and 2 mile run that we just finished. I have enjoyed being next to Jake this year; he’s about 6’ with dark hair and green eyes (in contrast to my grey-blue eyes). Jake is a member of the wrestling team, so he has a great build and I am often mesmerized by his larger than average nipples on his taut pecs, not to mention his short but fat cock. I assume that his dick gets large when the time is right; but haven’t had the opportunity to field test that...yet.

I keep up the pretense that I’m tired and just hang out on the bench, facing my locker, sitting on my wet towel. Jake, next to me is getting dressed but also slowly. I get the feeling that he’s moving purposefully slow and am curious to know why. Within a few minutes, our row was cleared out except for Jake and I; our classmates uttering c-ya and later as they left school for the day. I looked at Jake and asked, "So, what’s up?"

"What do you mean?" Jake returned.

I replied, "I mean, you’re moving much slower than usual. You’re normally one of the first one’s out of here, but today, you’re lagging behind."

"Yeah, well, I sorta wanted to ask your advice about something."

"Okay, sure. Do you want to talk here, or should we go somewhere?" I asked, not sure if he needed to make sure we had privacy.

Overhead, the lights turned off and we were left with only the sunlight coming in through the etched-glass windows. I said, "Well, I guess it doesn’t get more private than that."

Jake smiled and sat down beside me, straddling the bench to face me. Not one to pass up a potential opportunity, I mirrored his posture, straddling the bench, nude and still damp atop my towel. I took pleasure as I watched his eyes dart down my body, then quickly back up to meet my own. "Okay, here’s the deal," he started. "I know I can trust you, we’ve been friends for years. I’ve been hanging out with Robb, and we’re both interested in experimenting with each other, but are both way nervous and unsure of what to do and what to use and all that."

My jaw nearly dropped. I had never picked up that either Jake or Robb were remotely pointing in this direction. Not even sure how I could have missed that in all my prowling. I forced my thoughts back to the moment and said, "So, are you wanting me to tell you what to use and all that? Have you ever seen a gay porn tape? It’s pretty self-explanatory."

Jake smiled, and looked slightly embarrassed. "Actually, I haven’t seen a gay video, but I’ve heard that the sex is awesome and I think that we’re both just curious about the whole thing. So, ..." Jake stopped, seemingly lost for words.

"So, you want a friend to show you the ropes," I offered.

"Well, uh, yeah. Would that be too wierd?" Jake looked at me with those deep green eyes, and even if he had asked me to walk through the mall naked, I couldn’t have resisted him.

"When and where?" came my easy reply, while a mischievous smile spread across my face.

"Can you arrange to stay over at my place tomorrow and Saturday nights? My dad is out of town," Jake inquired.

"I don’t see why not." I pulled my phone from my bag and sent a text to my mom. Jake and I have been friends since junior high, and we’ve spent may weekends together; though this one was looking to be the most interesting. Within 3 minutes, mom sent her text approval and I shared the good news with Jake.

We decided that we’d head to his house after school the next day, so I’d bring extra clothes, though I didn’t think I’d need much. I made a mental note of items to purchase on the way home today so that we’d be ready to go tomorrow. After getting dressed, and just before leaving the locker room, I whispered in Jake’s ear, "Can’t wait to show you what a real man can do tomorrow. No jacking off tonight; save your cum for me." Without looking for a visual response or waiting to hear one, I turned around and headed for the door, and the sex-supplies store.

***

Having explained to my parents that we had a joint project to finish up for sociology (not a huge stretch of the truth), I assured my parents that we’d stay at Jake’s house at night, I’d have my cell phone with me, and I’d be home Sunday in time for family dinner. I hopped in my blue, convertible Mustang (yes, this is California) and headed for what I hoped would be a fast day at school.

Thankfully, it was. In second period, I looked over at Robb a couple of times and smiled across the room. We didn’t say anything to each other, but I couldn’t help but wonder what was going through his mind. Robb is shorter, about 5’ 10" (then again, just about everyone is shorter than I), with brown eyes and a lean swimmer’s build. He has light brown hair that he keeps almost in a buzz. He also has short brown hair on his forearms -- so short that I can’t help but wonder if he shaves that back too.

Lunch went by quickly, and I didn’t see Robb or Jake, but had lunch with my usual lunch group. Fifth period sailed smoothly into sixth period phys ed, where we again finished the class by running 2 miles in the 90 + degree heat. At about the half-mile mark, I pulled my shirt off, letting the warm sun kiss my sun-darkened skin. The sweat running down my chest and back met with the air rushing past me and worked to cool me down. Times like this made me wonder if Robb was right about keeping his hair short as opposed to my longer, messy approach.

Being among the first-half to finish, I walked off the field and headed toward the shower. I took my time knowing that I needed to wait for Jake and when he caught up to me, we jogged in the rest of the way, though my longer legs made the trip easier.

We showered a few spaces apart from each other and I glanced over at him a few times as his eyes lingered on me. This was going to be quite the weekend! Finishing up and getting dressed, we headed for the Senior parking lot. While Robb and I both had cars, Jake did not, and ended up riding with Robb with me behind them (a bit of a foreshadowing of what was soon to happen). About fifteen minutes later, we made it to Jake’s house, a two-story in a upper-middle class neighborhood. His mom had died while he was still in elementary school, leaving just he and his dad. His dad had left on a business trip to Asia earlier in the day, and the last note he got from him was while he was boarding the trans-Pacific flight from LAX.

As normal teen-aged boys, we headed for the kitchen as soon as we walked in; Jake and I famished from our run a few minutes earlier. Grabbing a slice of cold pizza, I slid off my shoes and sat at the kitchen counter, watching Jake and Robb. About half-way through my slice, I asked, "So, where to start?"

Robb was the first to respond, "I’m really nervous, man. I’m not sure about going through with all this."

Wanting to resolve this quickly, I replied, "Robb, don’t worry. We’re friends, have been for years. I’m looking for this weekend to be fun with no strings or worries attached. If I suggest something that you’re not comfortable with, just say the word and I will stop. You’ve got to trust me there. Do you?"

Robb seemed to visibly relax, smiled and nodded his head.

"All right, cool," I said. "Here’s my plan. I’m going to take off my shirt and socks, pop in a DVD on that massive plasma screen over there, get some toys, lube, and other supplies out and get comfortable on the couch. Jake, I’d suggest you get some towels, preferably beach towels. You guys can join me with whatever clothes you want when you’re ready." I did as I said, and within a couple of minutes, my new copy of The Farmer’s Son was playing on the screen. By the time the Farmer’s son was making gestures at Erik Rhodes’ character, Jake sat beside me, wearing only his cotton shorts and underwear (I presumed) and Robb beside him wearing the same. Both were staring at the screen as the poolside sex scene opened. I kicked back and watched for a few minutes, but turned my attention to the two young men to my left and couldn’t move my attention back to the screen. I let the scene play out, allowing them to both view man to man sex.

Knowing that Jake was definitely interested in the weekend activities, I didn’t bother to ask him if I could proceed. Slowly, I leaned across him and licked his large, dark right nipple. A slight moan escaped his lips and his right arm curled up to place his hand on the back of my head; his veiny bicep bulging. I continued to lick, suck and bite at his right pec for several minutes before I placed my hand across his chest and began to play with the other side. Looking down, I could see that indeed his dick did grow when the time was right, as his shorts had quite a tent.

Letting my mouth wander, I slowly moved down Jake’s firm abs, stopping at his navel to allow my tongue the opportunity to explore. Continuing down, I covered the width of his tented pole though his shorts as he let out another low moan, spreading his legs wide for easy access. Looking across at Robb, I made easy eye contact as he was no longer watching the video, but was captivated in my intentions. The tip of his dick was visible from the waistband of his blue shorts and he was visibly taking short breaths; a combination of nervous energy and excitement.

I slid off the couch and moved in front of Robb. Seeking permission to move forward, I asked him if I could take his shorts off. He nodded his approval, raised his hips, and in one quick motion slid the remaining clothes from his body. Looking first to his package then to his eyes, I said, "Robb, you have nothing to be nervous about. You have a beautiful dick and an impressive set of nut hangers. I want to give you your first man blowjob. Is that ok?" Again, nothing verbal, but he nodded his head as I lowered mine.

His dick was somewhat flexible even when hard and I was able to get it to point at me rather than at his chest. I slid the slim, long rod into my waiting hot mouth slowly, cupping and massaging his low hanging fruit. The tip of his dick was slick with his sweet precum from the moment my lips met it, and I knew that I was not going to have long to impress this nervous dude. Relaxing my throat and hoping for the best despite the angle, I slid my face down Robb’s rod until I felt it slide down my throat, and my nose hit pubic hair. Tightening my throat muscles and with generous tongue and lip action, I fucked his rod with my eager mouth and worked on Robb’s first proper blowjob.

Looking up, I watched as Jake leaned over and began licking Robb’s nipples in the same manner I had done minutes earlier. Knowing this would be too much for him, I reached my hands around Robb’s back and held on as his climax approached. Feeling his nuts start to rise, I increased my suction as Robb’s body began to spasm. "Oh shit! Oh crap! Fuck yeah! Aaah yeah, suck that dick bitch," Robb let a torrent of cum down my throat as a torrent of profanity spewed from his mouth.

Momentarily, he relaxed, and the verbal diarrhea ceased. He relaxed into the couch as he and Jake kissed deeply and passionately. I let his softening rod slip from my lips, licking the last of his juice from the shaft.

Without saying a word, Jake looked at me and slid his shorts off. Grabbing me by the shoulder, he urged me to his cock; visibly pulsing with every beat of his heart. Jake’s cock was different from Robb’s as Jake, like myself, was uncut. This was one of the things that intrigued me about Jake, as uncut meat is not incredibly common in the Caucasian crowd.

Grabbing the base of his cock and sliding the skin of his shaft forward, I ran my tongue along the pocket protecting his sensitive, dark head. Robb leaned over, licking Jake’s abs and watched intently. Running my thumb across Jake’s slit, I covered his head with the delicious nectar, released his dick, and slid my thumb into Robb’s mouth; letting him taste Jake’s juice. Robb moaned and greedily sucked my thumb. Looking at me with piercing eyes, he quietly muttered, "Teach me how."

I opened my mouth wide, showing Robb that my teeth were not in the picture and slid my mouth and tongue sideways along Jake’s considerable length. "Try that first," I said quietly.

Robb cupped the side of Jake’s long shaft and slid his lips and tongue up and down the veiny shaft. I nodded my approval as Jake moaned his appreciation. Robb quickly moved on to the point where he took part of Jake’s shaft in his mouth, but could not relax his throat to provide a full engulfment. After a few minutes, Robb stopped, his jaw aching and handed Jake’s meat back to me. Smiling, I licked the hairy nuts and sucked each one before continuing.

Writhing with pleasure, Jake begged for release and started to jack his dick. I grabbed his hand and pulled it away. Not missing a beat, Robb straddled his body across Jake, his ass inches from my face and Robb’s hard dick, and held Jake’s hands back. I took the opportunity to finish what I had started and slid Jake’s entire length into my throat, stopping only when my chin hit nuts. Sucking hard and fast, I worked the juice in his cock up until he at last spewed forth his large load. His ass rising from the couch, attempting to fuck the face that provided him pleasure, his thick dick pulsed several times as he delivered his thick creamy, hot load of semen. The load did not stay in my throat or mouth, but spilled slightly from the corners. After releasing his semi-hard dick, I cleaned up what I had spilled; I am after all, a good house guest.

Returning to the couch and smiling, I asked if they enjoyed their first lesson. Both nodded as they resumed their deep, passionate kissing. As we now approached dinnertime, the night was still young. Before the next lesson, I knew we would need to shower and make sure that all was good and clean.