I first met Dave when I was 18. He was the younger brother of Larry, a co-worker at the local fast food restaurant. I would give Larry a ride home after work when we had the same shift, we would go in house up to the attic to get stoned and look at comics. He had literally thousands in stacks everywhere. It was a cool thing to do when you're young. One day up in Larry's attic his younger brother Dave came home from school. When he came up to see what was up we met for the first time.
Dave was of Italian descent, about 5'10", thin (maybe 150 lbs.) with shoulder length jet black hair. His light olive toned skin showed of his facial features well, he had no facial hair except for that light mustache that Italian boys get when they approach puberty. I didn't think of it at the time, but even though he wasn't beautiful, he was pretty good looking. Before that time interest in other guys was pretty far from my mind but there was something I couldn't put my finger on with Dave.
There was small talk and then it was time for me to leave. Larry was staying up in the attic to continue reading a comic he had gotten into. Dave went downstairs the same time I did as I was leaving. Getting ready to leave Dave said to me,
"Take it easy."
"See you later, Dave."
"Oh, you can call me Big Yank", he said with a smirk.
Not really knowing what he meant and being a little stoned all I said back was "OK" and I left.
Over the next year and a half I spent a lot of time up in Larry's attic, and I bet I only looked at quarter of his comics. During that time I saw Dave about once a week. He was always really friendly with me, we seemed to hit it off pretty well and became good friends even though we only hung out in his attic while Larry was there.
Then the time came when Larry went away to college, he even sold all his comics and had enough cash to buy a car for travel. I didn't see Dave after that until one day at work I turned around and there he was. There was the usual small talk about how we were doing, what we've been up to, good to see you again, how's Larry etc.
"Did you know that today is my 18th birthday?"
I was kind of caught off guard when he said this. He was always Larry's younger brother and now I looked at him and tried to imagine it. In the two years I had known Dave he had not changed much if at all. He was the same height, he hadn't gained any weight, and except for the Italian mustache his face was hairless, he looked young for his age.
"I came to celebrate my birthday with you." That smirk again.
So that's how it started. Dave sat and waited for my shift to end and we went to my apartment. Along the way he said he wanted to smoke some pot and do a little drinking. I explained that if he was gonna drink he would have to stay at my place because I didn't want any grief from his father about me bringing his son home drunk. At the mention of staying at my place Dave readily agreed. Again he smirked. At my apartment we spent the time smoking some pot, doing a couple shots of whiskey, and talking a lot. We were both catching a good buzz as the evening wore on, especially Dave, he wasn't really used to drinking and was really loosening up. When he went to the bathroom to pee and returned with his fly still open I knew he must be pretty ripped.
"Ah Dave, your fly's open."
Looking down and smirking at me again (again!) he said, "Oh, that's Ok I need to let it breath. And don't call me Dave call me Big Yank."
Being a little buzzed myself and somewhat naive (I was still an undeclared virgin) I asked, "Why Big Yank?"
With that and with a quick motion he walked up close to me as I sat on the couch, reached into his unzipped fly and whipped out his dick. That's where he got the nickname from. It was big, very big and still soft. Like a snap had gone off in my mind at that instant as Dave (MR Big Yank) stood in front of me with his cock just inches from my face I realized, I knew that I was gay! I had been waffling back and forth for a couple years on that one and now seeing Dave like this I was now solidly sure. I was gay and my face flushed, my throat dried and I panicked a little.
"Oh." was all I could say. And he put it back in it's place and sat down next to me on the couch and quickly things were back to a couple minutes ago except that my heart was racing a mile a minute. What was I going to do now. I now realize I'm gay and I think that I may have feelings for my friend. This was too much to handle and except for alot more small talk, things just went on for an hour or so. When it was time to go to bed I told him he could sleep wherever he wanted. I gave him the option of the couch, the floor, the bathtub or in my bed with me. My heart stopped when said he wanted to sleep in my bed with me. He got up right away and with my assistance to steady his slight stagger we made it into my room.
As I was picking up some dirty clothes from the floor to make my room more presentable he was out of his clothes in a flash. Laying in the middle of the bed with the covers thrown back and his legs out he said "Night" and closed his eyes for sleep.
That's when I got my first gay look at Dave. He had a light dusting of black hair on his legs, none on his chest, no trail below, and not much underarm hair. His heritage gave him a tanned look that set off his frame, he had dark dime sized nipples on a chest well defined for a skinny guy. Then i looked at his crotch. He wore Fruit of the Looms that must have been his older brothers because the leg band and waist band had been stretched out somewhat by someone of a larger size as Larry was. The bulge that Dave carried pushed the briefs up so that I could see a part of his hairless ball sack and some hair underneath.
I stood there staring at his covered dick for a minute or two before an idea struck me. If I now was ready to call myself gay then I was ready to look at his dick as something more than just another dick like the hundreds every guy sees in his experience going through high school. I wanted to look at Daves dick as a gay guy. My mind raced, my own dick was hard as a rock. I left the bedroom to catch my breath and to think about what I was going to do. Turning off the apartment lights, splashing some water on my face to steady myself and wetting my cotton dry throat I returned to the bedroom.
Dave had not moved at all. He breathed slow and steady. As I undressed the head of my cock strained, it had already pushed itself above the waist band of my own briefs and was now leaking precum on to my stomach. I sat on the bed near his waist, he didn't stir at all. I took a deep breath and went for it.
My hand came to rest on the bulge in his underwear.It was hot and soft and instantly I knew that it was huge. I could feel the cock head through the cotton and even a large vein running down and around the side of the shaft. Moving my hand I hooked my fingers under the waistband of his briefs I pulled down. And down they went. The loose waistband made it easy. I had them off and thrown over to his other clothes in an instant. I spread his legs apart so that I could get a good look at his balls laying loosely in their sack. That's when I really took a look at this boy's cock. Instantly I knew why he wanted to be called Big Yank. His dick was BIG. It lay pointing downward and to the right towrds his leg. He had a small patch of black pubes on the top but none on the sides and his balls were totally hairless. You could tell that below his balls towards his hole that it was somewhat hairy.
The cock itself was about 5 1/2" long and just as fat. The skin was alittle darker on his cock and balls then on th rest of him and his circumcision ring was a darker brown. I gulped heavily. My mouth had been dry before but now I was practically drooling. I moved closer to Dave. He didn't stir at all as I grabbed his cock and held it in my hand. This was the first cock I had ever touched besides my own and my head was swimming. I began to pump up and down the shaft squeezing slightly. After a few pumps his dick spasmed and grew in size. It was engorging as I continued pumping. Up and down. As it spasmed more and grew even bigger I squeezed even more.Precum started to come out of his piss slit, down his cock head, down my pumping hand and pooled into his pubes. In no time Daves cock was hard and still I pumped steadily on his tool. I stopped jerking him off and released my grip on his dick., It stood hard away from his body, the non stop steam of precum continued. It puddled a couple inches above his navel and a stream of it filled his inny as he breathed a little heavier but still asleep.
Somewhere during all this I had shot my load all over. I was in such a trance as I jerked Dave off that the overwhelming ecstasy masked my own orgasm. I was so into his cock that I ignored my own, I didn't even pay any attention to the shot that had landed on Dave's chin. This time I smirked as I grabbed hold his rock of a cock at the base exposing more than 1/2 of it still and lowered my head.
I found out later the details of Dave. His cock when it was hard was 8 1/2" and very fat. My hand couldn't close around it. He had extra large grade A hairless balls that always hung low except when they hugged real close during an orgasm. His tween area had a thin trail of hair from the sack to his ass where it forested in his crack. The hole itself was the densest area of hair on his ass. He leaked precum every time he was hard. The stains on all his briefs told this out. The stains some time looked like he shot a whole load in there, he leaked a lot of precum. It was like a faucet that was constantly running. He once told me that since he was 12 it leaked precum the whole time he jerked off right up until his orgasm. That's what was waiting for me as I lowered my mouth over his throbbing cock head. I heard a soft moan and cooing noises coming from Dave, or was it me, as I wrapped my lips around his engorged head. With a tight grip on the base of this monster cock and my mouth engulfed over the head there was still a couple inches to this pole. I sucked in and got a mouth full of precum juice that energized me to go to town on the boy. I sucked like I had been doing this for years, an old pro. The moans continued from my asleep friend as his cock seemed to be getting harder and longer. I moved up and down now on the engorged shaft wrapping my lips around it and taking a tiny bit more at a time until I worked a good 5" in. I slurped and gulped as if I were starved for cock. A spasm and Dave's cock got as hard as steel that almost unhinged my jaw and suddenly a blast jetted out of his cock slit splashing on to the back of my throat that knocked me back for a second. Again the blast hit, I swallowed a gulp of his cum. Again the blast and again I gulped. Too much cum was flooding into my mouth that I couldn't contain. It dribbled out running down the sides of Dave's cock, down my pumping hand and into his black pubes. The puddles showed bleach white against his black pubes. And another blast. Jet after jet Dave ejaculated into my mouth. I gulped and swallowed as if drunk by his boy juices.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM..............." Dave moaned in his sleep.
After what seemed like an hour the massive hose in my mouth subsided the flow of cum. Still I continued to suck him off. After a couple minutes more of sucking his still raging hardon I lifted my head off of him. I released his cock and licked the spillage off of my hand and lapped at the puddle in his pubes as best I could. His dick continued to pulse with stiffness. My head was swimming. I was still slightly stoned, Little intoxicated and a lot of cum drunk. I was weak from the experience and felt I would pass out. It took all my energy to put Daves underwear back on him, feebly covering his still rock hard cock. I layed next to Dave, covered us up and as I passed out, exhausted from my experience I smiled and said aloud to no one in particular, "Big Yank."
When I woke the next morning, Dave was up, dressed and sitting in the living room. Instantly I was scared. What would Daves reaction be to me giving him a blow job? We spoke very little, he said he had a head ache and stomach ache from the booze and wanted to go home and we left. The drive to his house was alittle uncomfortable. He layed his head back and kept his eyes closed, there was no conversation. When I pulled in the driveway he got out only saying,
"See you later", as he closed the door. Before I could get the car in reverse to back out his drive way he stopped and signaled for me to wait as he walked to my side of the car. I rolled the window down as he bent to get face to face with me. I flushed, not sure of what he would do or say.
"No more booze for me, it messes with me too much. Thanks any way for a great birthday." Then he leaned in and kissed me lightly, softly, and quickly.
"No problem Dave", was all I could stammer out.
"And thanks for the great blow job, tonight we'll see what it's like to fuck you."
My jaw dropped, he was awake the whole time my mouth was wrapped over his cock and sucking his load down my throat.
Again, "No problem Dave" was all that I could word.
The smirk came to his face again, "Just call me Big Yank!"
Dave was of Italian descent, about 5'10", thin (maybe 150 lbs.) with shoulder length jet black hair. His light olive toned skin showed of his facial features well, he had no facial hair except for that light mustache that Italian boys get when they approach puberty. I didn't think of it at the time, but even though he wasn't beautiful, he was pretty good looking. Before that time interest in other guys was pretty far from my mind but there was something I couldn't put my finger on with Dave.
There was small talk and then it was time for me to leave. Larry was staying up in the attic to continue reading a comic he had gotten into. Dave went downstairs the same time I did as I was leaving. Getting ready to leave Dave said to me,
"Take it easy."
"See you later, Dave."
"Oh, you can call me Big Yank", he said with a smirk.
Not really knowing what he meant and being a little stoned all I said back was "OK" and I left.
Over the next year and a half I spent a lot of time up in Larry's attic, and I bet I only looked at quarter of his comics. During that time I saw Dave about once a week. He was always really friendly with me, we seemed to hit it off pretty well and became good friends even though we only hung out in his attic while Larry was there.
Then the time came when Larry went away to college, he even sold all his comics and had enough cash to buy a car for travel. I didn't see Dave after that until one day at work I turned around and there he was. There was the usual small talk about how we were doing, what we've been up to, good to see you again, how's Larry etc.
"Did you know that today is my 18th birthday?"
I was kind of caught off guard when he said this. He was always Larry's younger brother and now I looked at him and tried to imagine it. In the two years I had known Dave he had not changed much if at all. He was the same height, he hadn't gained any weight, and except for the Italian mustache his face was hairless, he looked young for his age.
"I came to celebrate my birthday with you." That smirk again.
So that's how it started. Dave sat and waited for my shift to end and we went to my apartment. Along the way he said he wanted to smoke some pot and do a little drinking. I explained that if he was gonna drink he would have to stay at my place because I didn't want any grief from his father about me bringing his son home drunk. At the mention of staying at my place Dave readily agreed. Again he smirked. At my apartment we spent the time smoking some pot, doing a couple shots of whiskey, and talking a lot. We were both catching a good buzz as the evening wore on, especially Dave, he wasn't really used to drinking and was really loosening up. When he went to the bathroom to pee and returned with his fly still open I knew he must be pretty ripped.
"Ah Dave, your fly's open."
Looking down and smirking at me again (again!) he said, "Oh, that's Ok I need to let it breath. And don't call me Dave call me Big Yank."
Being a little buzzed myself and somewhat naive (I was still an undeclared virgin) I asked, "Why Big Yank?"
With that and with a quick motion he walked up close to me as I sat on the couch, reached into his unzipped fly and whipped out his dick. That's where he got the nickname from. It was big, very big and still soft. Like a snap had gone off in my mind at that instant as Dave (MR Big Yank) stood in front of me with his cock just inches from my face I realized, I knew that I was gay! I had been waffling back and forth for a couple years on that one and now seeing Dave like this I was now solidly sure. I was gay and my face flushed, my throat dried and I panicked a little.
"Oh." was all I could say. And he put it back in it's place and sat down next to me on the couch and quickly things were back to a couple minutes ago except that my heart was racing a mile a minute. What was I going to do now. I now realize I'm gay and I think that I may have feelings for my friend. This was too much to handle and except for alot more small talk, things just went on for an hour or so. When it was time to go to bed I told him he could sleep wherever he wanted. I gave him the option of the couch, the floor, the bathtub or in my bed with me. My heart stopped when said he wanted to sleep in my bed with me. He got up right away and with my assistance to steady his slight stagger we made it into my room.
As I was picking up some dirty clothes from the floor to make my room more presentable he was out of his clothes in a flash. Laying in the middle of the bed with the covers thrown back and his legs out he said "Night" and closed his eyes for sleep.
That's when I got my first gay look at Dave. He had a light dusting of black hair on his legs, none on his chest, no trail below, and not much underarm hair. His heritage gave him a tanned look that set off his frame, he had dark dime sized nipples on a chest well defined for a skinny guy. Then i looked at his crotch. He wore Fruit of the Looms that must have been his older brothers because the leg band and waist band had been stretched out somewhat by someone of a larger size as Larry was. The bulge that Dave carried pushed the briefs up so that I could see a part of his hairless ball sack and some hair underneath.
I stood there staring at his covered dick for a minute or two before an idea struck me. If I now was ready to call myself gay then I was ready to look at his dick as something more than just another dick like the hundreds every guy sees in his experience going through high school. I wanted to look at Daves dick as a gay guy. My mind raced, my own dick was hard as a rock. I left the bedroom to catch my breath and to think about what I was going to do. Turning off the apartment lights, splashing some water on my face to steady myself and wetting my cotton dry throat I returned to the bedroom.
Dave had not moved at all. He breathed slow and steady. As I undressed the head of my cock strained, it had already pushed itself above the waist band of my own briefs and was now leaking precum on to my stomach. I sat on the bed near his waist, he didn't stir at all. I took a deep breath and went for it.
My hand came to rest on the bulge in his underwear.It was hot and soft and instantly I knew that it was huge. I could feel the cock head through the cotton and even a large vein running down and around the side of the shaft. Moving my hand I hooked my fingers under the waistband of his briefs I pulled down. And down they went. The loose waistband made it easy. I had them off and thrown over to his other clothes in an instant. I spread his legs apart so that I could get a good look at his balls laying loosely in their sack. That's when I really took a look at this boy's cock. Instantly I knew why he wanted to be called Big Yank. His dick was BIG. It lay pointing downward and to the right towrds his leg. He had a small patch of black pubes on the top but none on the sides and his balls were totally hairless. You could tell that below his balls towards his hole that it was somewhat hairy.
The cock itself was about 5 1/2" long and just as fat. The skin was alittle darker on his cock and balls then on th rest of him and his circumcision ring was a darker brown. I gulped heavily. My mouth had been dry before but now I was practically drooling. I moved closer to Dave. He didn't stir at all as I grabbed his cock and held it in my hand. This was the first cock I had ever touched besides my own and my head was swimming. I began to pump up and down the shaft squeezing slightly. After a few pumps his dick spasmed and grew in size. It was engorging as I continued pumping. Up and down. As it spasmed more and grew even bigger I squeezed even more.Precum started to come out of his piss slit, down his cock head, down my pumping hand and pooled into his pubes. In no time Daves cock was hard and still I pumped steadily on his tool. I stopped jerking him off and released my grip on his dick., It stood hard away from his body, the non stop steam of precum continued. It puddled a couple inches above his navel and a stream of it filled his inny as he breathed a little heavier but still asleep.
Somewhere during all this I had shot my load all over. I was in such a trance as I jerked Dave off that the overwhelming ecstasy masked my own orgasm. I was so into his cock that I ignored my own, I didn't even pay any attention to the shot that had landed on Dave's chin. This time I smirked as I grabbed hold his rock of a cock at the base exposing more than 1/2 of it still and lowered my head.
I found out later the details of Dave. His cock when it was hard was 8 1/2" and very fat. My hand couldn't close around it. He had extra large grade A hairless balls that always hung low except when they hugged real close during an orgasm. His tween area had a thin trail of hair from the sack to his ass where it forested in his crack. The hole itself was the densest area of hair on his ass. He leaked precum every time he was hard. The stains on all his briefs told this out. The stains some time looked like he shot a whole load in there, he leaked a lot of precum. It was like a faucet that was constantly running. He once told me that since he was 12 it leaked precum the whole time he jerked off right up until his orgasm. That's what was waiting for me as I lowered my mouth over his throbbing cock head. I heard a soft moan and cooing noises coming from Dave, or was it me, as I wrapped my lips around his engorged head. With a tight grip on the base of this monster cock and my mouth engulfed over the head there was still a couple inches to this pole. I sucked in and got a mouth full of precum juice that energized me to go to town on the boy. I sucked like I had been doing this for years, an old pro. The moans continued from my asleep friend as his cock seemed to be getting harder and longer. I moved up and down now on the engorged shaft wrapping my lips around it and taking a tiny bit more at a time until I worked a good 5" in. I slurped and gulped as if I were starved for cock. A spasm and Dave's cock got as hard as steel that almost unhinged my jaw and suddenly a blast jetted out of his cock slit splashing on to the back of my throat that knocked me back for a second. Again the blast hit, I swallowed a gulp of his cum. Again the blast and again I gulped. Too much cum was flooding into my mouth that I couldn't contain. It dribbled out running down the sides of Dave's cock, down my pumping hand and into his black pubes. The puddles showed bleach white against his black pubes. And another blast. Jet after jet Dave ejaculated into my mouth. I gulped and swallowed as if drunk by his boy juices.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM..............." Dave moaned in his sleep.
After what seemed like an hour the massive hose in my mouth subsided the flow of cum. Still I continued to suck him off. After a couple minutes more of sucking his still raging hardon I lifted my head off of him. I released his cock and licked the spillage off of my hand and lapped at the puddle in his pubes as best I could. His dick continued to pulse with stiffness. My head was swimming. I was still slightly stoned, Little intoxicated and a lot of cum drunk. I was weak from the experience and felt I would pass out. It took all my energy to put Daves underwear back on him, feebly covering his still rock hard cock. I layed next to Dave, covered us up and as I passed out, exhausted from my experience I smiled and said aloud to no one in particular, "Big Yank."
When I woke the next morning, Dave was up, dressed and sitting in the living room. Instantly I was scared. What would Daves reaction be to me giving him a blow job? We spoke very little, he said he had a head ache and stomach ache from the booze and wanted to go home and we left. The drive to his house was alittle uncomfortable. He layed his head back and kept his eyes closed, there was no conversation. When I pulled in the driveway he got out only saying,
"See you later", as he closed the door. Before I could get the car in reverse to back out his drive way he stopped and signaled for me to wait as he walked to my side of the car. I rolled the window down as he bent to get face to face with me. I flushed, not sure of what he would do or say.
"No more booze for me, it messes with me too much. Thanks any way for a great birthday." Then he leaned in and kissed me lightly, softly, and quickly.
"No problem Dave", was all I could stammer out.
"And thanks for the great blow job, tonight we'll see what it's like to fuck you."
My jaw dropped, he was awake the whole time my mouth was wrapped over his cock and sucking his load down my throat.
Again, "No problem Dave" was all that I could word.
The smirk came to his face again, "Just call me Big Yank!"
