A Year to Remember, Chapter Three - Sex Stories

A Year to Remember, Chapter Three

... waistband of his boxers and pulls them down to his ankles. Whoa! I lay there next to him open mouthed. He is fucking naked, naked! Sporting the biggest dick I have ever seen, it must be a third bigger in length than mine. It’s so white and so purple! His semi-translucent foreskin is stretched tight, revealing a deep purple helmet, glistening with pre-cum. Dark red pubes bristling, like a sea anemone, from around the base of the gently curving, fleshy rod of iron, which crowns his hairless nuts. “Fuck, Simon!” the words stumble out of my mouth. “That's quite impressive.” “Is it?” Simon asks me, turning his head toward mine. The sarcasm now dissolved. “Thanks, lets see yours then.” He pointedly turns his head towards my groin in anticipation. “Alright, I'm a bit shy though, really.” “I know, I was too. Before...” He wants to say something else, but can't. Come on Adam, get your act together. It's just a wank, with a mate…nothing else. Hesitantly, I do the same as Simon did. I hook my thumbs under the waistband of my pants and buck my hips, raising my arse off the bed. I push the black fabric down to my ankles, my semi-hard dick flops against my thigh. “Nice one.” Simon sighs, his hand automatically going to his own erection. “Thanks. I'm not fully hard yet. It's all a bit...” I look down at my pathetic dick, cowering in the forest of pubes. “I fucking wish my pubes were like that. Who wants orange pubes?” He yanks at them with his other hand. “You're welcome to them. I have to ...

... trim them with nail scissors, they're just so thick all the time.” I say, doing the same, pulling on them. My cock twitches. “You going to get hard then, Adam?” Simon asks, his hand working the length of his glorious, veiny dick. “Hmm.” I watch him stroking his dick, really slowly. like it's something to savour. With me it's usually a pretty quick affair. Wank, cum, clean-up and get on with the day. I pull on my cock, the soft, warm skin so much darker than Simon's, I'd never really thought that we would be so different, down there. His so pale, and yet so vivid at the business end. Mind you, that Jewish guy at school, he had really dark head too. My own erection hardening up now, I sneak a glance over to Simon and see that he's watching my own handiwork closely. “What are you thinking about?” He asks me, almost whispering. “Honestly?” “Yeah, of course.” “I was just remembering a guy at school with a helmet like yours but he was circumcised.” “Mmm, hot! How did you see his cock?” “In the showers, after PE.” “Nice. You look at everybody's cocks, or just his?” “Fuck off, I'm not a gay-boy!” I turn onto my side to look at him head on. “Alright, alright!” Worried, he also turns toward me. Suddenly we are kissing, a frenzied, lust-filled, bestial need to be joined together, in the most intimate way possible. Our mouths open together and we are one, our tongues searching each others warm, moist mouths for comfort, for love, for each other. I pump my cock with right hand and reach ...