I believe a hard cock is a powerful metaphor for male sexuality. The first time I saw one conjured up all kinds of emotions. As I posted I was unexpectedly exposed to one by a strange man. Everything we are told, screams of run the other way, don't touch, etc. I was drawn to it. Instead of moving away, I stepped closer. When asked if I wanted to touch it, I was eager and reached out. The warmth and pulsing were intense and it made me wanna hold on to it...I was lost in time as I stroked it a few times. It was a glorious day.
My first hard dick experience was w a retired army guy who lived across the street. Our neighborhood was close to Fort McPhearson (now Tyler Perry Studios). This guy had apple trees in his yard, a cool rope swing, and an old Studebaker in his garage. Us guys cut through his property to get to the 7/11 convenience store. One late in the summer afternoon he was picking up apples, I came around the corner of his garage and he was shirtless, had a nice silver hairy chest, noticeable abs, and he asked if I could help pick up apples. We filled two wooden buckets full. “What to try one?” “Sure”, I said. He had a park bench outside his back door which was in a little courtyard type area. I sat on the bench and he sat one of the buckets in front of us. I was only 11, but growing up with 5 brothers in an attic dormer room exposed me to the regular night sounds of jacking off. I had even jacked with my oldest brother a few times. Anyway, he simply asked if I could be trusted. I said, “yes sure.” In fact, he asked me 3 times. I kept telling him “yes.” After the third query, he placed his hand on my thigh. And slowly slid his massive rough, gnarly hand up my leg to my dick. He started rubbing my chubbed cock through my short pants and the next thing I knew he unzipped his pants and out popped this enormously huge hard dick. My oldest brother’s dick was big. But man oh man, this older guy’s dick was massive. I unbuttoned my cut off 501 Levi’s and he bent over and started sucking me. Somehow, someway he placed my left hand on his big hard dick and I did what I always did with/to my brother. I started pumping. He stroked and sucked me. I stroked him. I had knew that I was infatuated with my brother’s dick, but this Army guy, Duke, his dick was like an alien. He sucked me it seemed forever, while he’d pause and jack himself and then suck some more. He busted a massive load on the pavers in front of us; he sucked me off and I couldn’t believe he kept my hard pre-teen dick in his mouth sucking the cum out and taking it all and actually swallowing it. I knew then I’d be sucking his massive dick. A few weeks later I found myself in his unkempt back room sitting on a worn out leather sofa. He was in front of me totally nude, and so was I. His dick was the first I ever tried to suck. He coached me. He really was a good guy and what we did from the time I was 11, until I graduated high school, and even during my college summer breaks was a beautiful thing. Yes, I fucked girls and had several hetero experiences. But the best sex I ever experienced was with Duke. He taught me to fuck. We would do all the man-sex things most guys would only see in porn mags. When he died in 1985, I did go to his funeral. I never knew he had kids. My last time with him was when I was in grad school. That was the best fuck I ever had, of course, he liked to suck me, rim me, and
make out, he always seemed ageless. He massive dick, even in his late 70’s, early 80’s always was straight-UP. He’d always say it was because my jizz was so thick and “nutritious.” Damn. I am so glad I stopped and helped him pick up those apples. All those years of cathartic real male tenderness, roughness, and everything in between is, was, and will always be great memories.