By the time Kerry and Bobo were twelve, Kerry’s prick had enlarged to nine solid inches and Bobo was beginning to catch up. He now sported eight inches and his pride increased as the two boys measured daily. Kerry still hadn’t approached Bobo about sucking cock, but their jack off activities were constant. In between jacking off with Bobo and sucking with Scoey, Kerry cruised every toilet he could find and even located some glory holes. Scoey was now twenty-one and his advancing age brought with it a little more lucidity.
It was a red letter day for Kerry when he ejaculated for the first time. Strangely enough, it wasn’t with Bobo or Scoey—it was with Carl Forsythe. Naturally, Scoey had dropped Kerry’s name to Carl and Carl thought Kerry was just too young to play around with until he was eleven.
He was sitting in the park one afternoon when Kerry walked past him and went into the public men’s room. Carl had been watching Kerry for a long time and suddenly decided that he was old enough to be interesting. He gave Kerry a couple of minutes to get a hard-on if that was what he was going to do, then entered the dimly lit john.
Kerry was standing at the urinals and upon hearing Carl approach, pulled his outrageously hard prick to one side and covered it partially with his hand. Carl, confident that he was on the right track, stood beside him and seeing that Kerry was observing him out of the corner of his eye, made a big show of slowly unzipping and an even greater effort to get his cock out of this fly. When he had it in his fist, he thrust his pelvis forward, closed his eyes and began to slowly jack himself off. He couldn’t have done anything to make Kerry hotter, and Kerry released his prick that it jutted its gorgeous nine inches up and out from the fly of his Levi’s. Carl didn’t even look, knowing what was happening by Kerry breathing and waited until his prick was soaring to its fullest before he opened his eyes and looked over and down at Kerry’s stupendous erection.
“That’s a lovely peter, youngster,” he said with great admiration, “you can’t be over eleven or twelve and yet it’s one of the largest I’ve ever seen!”
“You’re pulling my leg, Mister Forsythe!” Kerry responded boldly.
“Oh—so you know who I am!”
“Of course I do—and just tell me that I’m anywhere near Scoey Franklin’s size!”
“Hmmm—what’s Scoey been telling you?”
“Everything,” Kerry replied simply.
“Well, Scoey is something of a rarity—and it’s surprising that someone of his beauty of face and form should be so dull—and so well hung!”
“Scoey’s my friend!” Kerry spat, “and I don’t want you saying anything bad about him!”
“He’s my friend, too,” Carl soothed, “but we both know that he’s a little stupid, don’t we?”
“Not as far as that peter goes!”
“Yes—he’s monstrously endowed—but you’re much larger than average, too!”
“I know all about what you and Scoey do.”
“And you do the same things with him, don’t you?”
“Not everything—he doesn’t fuck me.”
“And you don’t fuck him?”
Kerry shook his head and Carl said, “You ought to try it—he’s wonderful!”
“I just like to suck and be sucked,” Kerry countered.
“Do you have any other boy friends you do it with besides Scoey?” Carl asked, getting hornier at the conversation with this delightful youngster with the magnificent prick.
“Yeah—I have another good friend, but all we do is jack each other off.”
“Wouldn’t you like to suck him?”
“Sure—but I don’t know how to approach him.”
“She you’re both hot and pumping away, tell him you’ll suck his if he sucks yours.”
“Sounds easy, but I’d hate to lose him as a friend if he didn’t go for it.”
“Well—I’ll ask you the same thing—will you suck me if I suck you?”
“There’s a glory hole between the last and the next to last booths over there—why don’t we go in there so we won’t be disturbed?”
Kerry nodded and took the next to the last booth and skinned his tight Levi’s down after closing and bolting the door. He took this particular booth, because he knew from previous experience that there were peep holes into the adjoining booth, even though there was no glory hole like the one between him and the last one.
This way, if some other guy came in and took it, he could at least check him out and have him wait for the last booth.
He stretched out on the stool with his head and shoulders against the wall, his Levi’s down around his ankles and his white T-shirt pulled up past his dusky nipples. This was the part he liked best, the cruising through the hole, trading turns of looking at the other guy’s hard-on while jacking off to a feverish pitch.
He looked through the hole and Carl had his pants and shorts down around his ankles, too, but his jacket was still on—probably to hide his unattractive middle, Kerry guessed. Carl bent down to the hole and whispered, “Put that delicious hunk of meat through the hole, baby—I’m going to suck you like you’ve never been sucked before!”
Just then, they heard someone else enter the head and all activity stopped until they found out the score. Kerry peeked through the crack where the door didn’t quite meet the jamb and watched the fellow kneel down to check which booths were occupied, then his blood raced as the good looking teen-ager took the cubicle next to his.
Carl was keeping an eagle eye on Kerry’s hard-on and felt the pangs of jealousy when he saw him peering through the peepholes in the other wall.
It was evident to Kerry that the young guy knew he was being watched because he was so careful to hide his genitals when he pulled his light blue jeans down and sat down. Kerry was used to this kind of teasing and knew from the expression on the young stud’s face that he was there strictly for sex—and all he had to do was wait—the kid probably already had a hard-on and was embarrassed for the moment to show it.
Kerry recognized him as one of the Juniors or Seniors in high school and was surprised at seeing him there in the men’s room because he had always seemed so quiet and shy. Oh, man!
He couldn’t wait to get a look at that peter—those shy types sometimes packed the wildest tools in the world!
He stretched out again so the guy could get a look at his fabulous hard-on and wasn’t disappointed when he saw one of the holes black-out, meaning that the guy’s eye was there in place.
Kerry spread his thighs as widely as the booth would allow, palming his nuts in his left hand and slowly capping and uncapping his huge, moist, rosy crown with his heavy foreskin with his right. Glancing down past the partition that separated them, Kerry was delighted to see the blue jeans being pushed down around the stud’s ankles—a sure sign that he was interested. Then when he noticed some agitation in the material, Kerry knew that he was jacking off and leaned down to peer through one of the peek holes again.
Sure enough, the kid had a monstrous beauty, already dribbling some crystal tears down his vast urethra and Kerry almost lost his mind because the hole was in the wrong wall! His prick had never felt so firm or ached so much and he knew that the only way he could get rid of Carl was to suck him off and be sucked off. That’s the way the game was played. He stood up and thrust his whang through the hole, but Carl whispered in an easily understood tone that he wanted to come first—that way, Kerry could enjoy the affair more. Kerry mentally shrugged his shoulders and took one last glance at the handsome stud in the next booth. By this time, Kerry was used to all kinds and sizes of dicks and he knew that once Carl’s nuts had been relieved, perhaps he could get rid of him and take the young stud on.
Carl’s average dick came through the hole and Kerry steeled himself against the repugnance he felt, then began sucking furiously to get Carl off as fast as he could. In no time at all, Carl was moaning and shot off a huge load that Kerry found difficult to believe. He swallowed the steaming barrage and Carl sat down—and gave no inclination of leaving. His forefinger repeatedly tapped on the bottom of the hole while Kerry eyes were taking in the beauty of the other stud’s huge salami, being slowly jacked for his benefit.
Carl finally leaned down to the hole and said, “Put it through, kid—I’m tired of waiting!”
It would have been so easy for Kerry to tell him to go fuck himself, but still being twelve, he interpreted it as a command and dutifully stood up and slid his gorgeous dong through the hole into at Carl’s waiting, greedy maw.
Kerry looked over his shoulder at the blackened hole and shrugged his shoulders in defeat. Then to his happy ears, he heard, “Go ahead—I’ll wait for you.”
The tone of the young stud’s voice was so sensual, Kerry felt his prick sing with victory and suddenly, the inevitable happened—he came in Carl’s mouth by the quarts! Naturally, Carl’s experienced mouth and tongue had a lot to do with it, but Kerry always felt that it was the other guy’s words that did it to him. Anyway, he shot his first load and it was no mere trickle—he was loaded for bear!
After he shuddered and gasped out his last spurt Carl said, “Why don’t you leave so I can have the other guy?”
This time, Kerry said, “Go fuck yourself! I want him myself and I’m sure he wants me!”
“That’s the trouble with the young ones—they get so fuckin’ greedy!” Carl exclaimed, pulling up his shorts and pants, knowing just who the greedy one really was.
Kerry sat down and hid his cock between his thighs until Carl left, not wanting to give him even one more look at his lovely giant. After Carl disappeared, the sound stud moved over into the last booth and bending down to the hole, said, “I’ve had all sorts of trouble with that old auntie. I would never let him even see my dick again, let alone suck it!”
“He’ll never get me again!” Kerry replied fervently.
“You’re probably not quite ready to come again so can I stick mine through? I’m so hot, I could fuck a snake!”
“Come on! I’ve just waited to get my mouth on that thing since you came in! I only went through that other scene just to get rid of him real fast. You’re Ben Talman, aren’t you?”
“Yeah—and I’ve seen you around, too. What’s your name?”
“Kerry Macon—why haven’t I seen you here before?”
I usually come later—around dinner time.”
“There sure are a lot of guys in town who like to suck, aren’t there?” Kerry asked, trying to get his prick steely once more.
“Yeah,” was the reply. “Are you ready for me?”
“Anytime!” Kerry replied and oval led his lips as the gorgeous, fleshy tool thrust at him through the hole.
Kenny rounded his fists and let the wet glistening time slide through, causing Ben to gasp with pleasure, never thinking that this young sprout could be the source of such ecstasy. Of course, the dick was monumental, but he just couldn’t believe that Kerry was such a talented cock-sucker.
After Kenny had licked the vast crown, forced his tongue tip into the deep slit, nibbled around the nerve bump studded corona and pulled at his generous foreskin with his lips, Ben was almost a basket case. But when Kerry took they gigantic crest into his mouth and opened his throat to let it slide in to its fullest extent, Ben was really ready for the funny farm! This kid was absolutely the most fabulous cock-sucker he had ever encountered and he certainly was no virgin!
Kerry took his copious load like a trouper and drained him dry of every last drop. Shuddering, Ben sat down on the stool and asked, “Are you ready now, Kerry? After that job, I’m liable to do anything you want me to do!”
“I’d really like to come again—that was my first load that the old geezer got!”
“You’re kidding me! You mean you’ve been hanging around heads and you haven’t even been able to come?”
“I’ve been sucking since I was eight years old, but that was my first time!”
“Fuck! I wish I could have had it!”
“Well-at least, you can have the second one!”
“And the third, fourth and fifth, I hope!”
“You’ve really got a nice cock, Ben-do you know Scoey Franklin and Bobo Kelley?”
“Yeah—I know who Scoey is—he’s the big dummy, isn’t he?”
“‘Big’ isn’t the word for it! Do you know what that stud has in his pants? A foot-long dick that would win the blue ribbon at any county fair!
Haven’t you ever seen it?”
“No—I can’t say that I have—but he’s so stupid!”
“Not when he gets a hard-on, he isn’t! He’s got the prettiest cock in the state! And loves to suck.”
“Not many people know about me.”
“How about Bobo Kelley?”
Ben grinned and said, “Bobo’s no stranger to this head!”
“You’re kidding me! You mean he comes here to get his dick sucked?”
“For at least two or three years.”
“And he sucks back?”
“We’ve been sucking each other for that long.”
“I’ll be God-damned! And all he ever does with me is jack off!”
“Don’t even ask him about it the next time—just go down on him and he’ll swing into sixty-nine position immediately!”
“God damn!” Kerry repeated. “We even measure our dicks together every day! Why do you suppose he hasn’t asked me to suck?”
“I don’t know—but I know he wants to—he’s told me.”
“He said he wants to suck me off?”
“That’s right—he said you have the nicest dick in town.”
“Well—I’ll sure take him up on that! Wow! To think my best friend wouldn’t even tell me!”
“Let’s stop the dialogue—do you want me to suck you off, or what?”
“Oh, man! Am I ever ready! But we can get together later on, too, can’t we?”
“Any time you’re ready, baby—I’m the horniest dude in town!”
“You may have some competition!” Kerry stated, standing up and easing his giant dong through the hole to Ben’s waiting lips.
“Oooh, God!” he moaned as Ben sucked him in, his tongue dancing on the taut, satiny flesh of Kerry’s crown. “Why does it feel so different with you?” he gasped.
Ben replied by sucking more furiously, fluttering his tongue along Kerry’s bulbous urethra and jacking him off at the same time. “I—think—I’m—gonna—be able—to do it—again, Ben! I can feel it coming!”
He suddenly erupted for the second time and he felt as if his cock was going to come off in Ben’s mouth! So this was what it was like to be able to spurt the white stuff out of the head of his dick!
His dad had said it didn’t feel any different than when he tickled, but this was a thousand times better!
Kerry hung onto the top of the partition, his legs threatening to give away and he muttered through clenched teeth, “That’s got to be the greatest, Ben!”
“Better than Carl Forsythe—better than Scoey Franklin? I’d like to believe you…”
“Carl’s just an old fucker—Scoey’s pretty damned good, but you did it better than anyone!”
“Wish I could have been first!” Ben replied. “Well—I wasn’t first with you—who was?”
“Bobo Kelley—the very first time.”
“That little son of a bitch! Wait ‘til he sucks me off for the first time, and then me and him is gonna have a little talk!”
“He’s sure got a nice dong! Not as nice as yours, but sure ready, willing and able!”
“Did you shoot in his mouth the first time?”
“Fuck, yes! What’s the good of getting a blow-job if you can’t go all the way?”
“And. what did he do? Gag?”
“No—and I got the distinct impression that it wasn’t his first time, either—although, he said it was.”
“If I didn’t know better, I’d say that he’s been playing around with Scoey!”
“I’m gonna have to check him out—and you get to Bobo.”
“Tonight—that’s how soon I’m gonna check Bobo out!”
