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More of me and Stan

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by tattod2@msn.com Since Stan and I had our experience down by the river my head was reeling of thoughts of him; I was jerkin' off to him, his cock, his hairy chest, his balls everynight. I'd even go into the restrooms at school and beat it off. I didn't think there was that much cum in me but it kept pouring out of me. I kept hoping that he would come back by the house but he stayed away for almost a week and I later found out he and Lois were fighting. Finally I heard his car in the driveway and decided to be very cool when he came in the house. He was wearing a t-shirt, button jeans, and cycle boots. It was a very cool look as far as I was concerned. I could tell he and Lois were fighting but they talked in the kitchen and I couldn't hear what they were saying, but when he came back into the living room he said, "come on, Kid." He always called me kid even though my real was Mike and I admit I liked it. There was something tough about it. We went out to the car and I jumped in, noticing the back seat was full of beer cans rolling around as we backed out of the driveway. He stopped, lit a cigarette, looked at me, and said "fuck that stupid cunt." We took off in a storm of dust and screaming tires. I didn't know where we were going but I'd go anywhere with him about that time. He stopped bought some more beer and cigarettes. "We have to stop by my place, ok?" I shrugged and said it was fine with me. I kept looking at his crotch where I knew his cock was and picturing it laying there in his jeans. A small bulge was there but it could have been his balls, I didn't know for sure and although I wanted to feel there I was too shy or scared. He wasn't in a good mood. Stan slouched forward a little as he drove and an outline of his cock was right there. Man I was watching it too. We pulled into his driveway, he turned off the car, and said, "come on, kid." Stan lived with his mother after his dad died. Although we never talked about it I think he was about ten years older than me. Anyway, we went in the house and Stan said let's go up to my room. The room was in the back of house and upstairs. Stan had the beer and his smokes and I followed him up the stairs to his room. He actually had a bedroom and a small room with a lounge chair, bookcase, and other stuff plus his own bathroom. In the room, he threw himself on the bed, opened a beer, lit a cigarette and started talking to me. He told me about Lois and how they had known each other all their lives and he knew that some day they would get married. She still was a bitch though. I stretched out on one end of the bed too and just listened to him as we drank some beer. Then he asked me about the river the week before and was I ok. I said I really enjoyed it and would like to do it again sometime. He told me to wait he had something he wanted to show me. The other room had a bookcase and he came back with some magazines and then pulled one out from under his mattress. Man oh Man! I'd heard some of the other guys talking about magazines like this but I had never seen them. Men with hardons fucking women, men cumming; I started to look at them page by page and I got a huge fuckin' hardon too. Stan started laughing and pointed at my jeans 'cause of the bulge in my pants. He moved over and said he would show me some good parts but suggested we take the fuckin' jeans off 'cause his dick was getting bent and was starting to hurt. He stood up and he had a huge, hard cock sticking out. My fuckin' heart was beating so loud it sounded like rushing water in my ears. I stood up and took my jeans and shirt off and both of us were is our jockeys with hardons. Anyway Stan started thumbing through the mags showing me the "good parts." This time though I just reached over and felt his dick in his shorts; I just ran my hand over it and his balls. He looked at me almost in shock. I just thought to myself "fuck it man, this is what I've been thinking about for a goddamn week." Putting my fingers in the elastic I pulled his shorts off, his cock slapping his stomach when it was freed of the jockeys. His cock was beautiful, big, hard, surrounded by dark brown hair with low hanging balls. He just laid there. Stan's chest was hairy, so was his stomach and legs. I reached for his cock and just played with it, feeling of his balls while he watched me. Suddenly he sat up and said "just a minute." I though I'd done something wrong but he stood up and I got to see his ass too. It was hairy too with a little patch just above his butt crack; I thought it was funny and laughed a little and said "what?" I just told him I like to see his ass and he said feel it. It was fuzzy and soft and the little patch above his butt was too. He left the room and came back with a bottle of baby oil. He bent over and pulled my shorts off so that we were both naked with big ol' hardons. Then he got a serious look and said he'd like a jack off buddy and would I like the same thing. Yeah man, I needed no convincing. Stan said that we weren't queer just a couple of guys helping each other out. Sure I knew it. The baby oil was for a new way to jack off that he was going to show me. He was standing up and I reached up and just lightly felt his nuts in my hand; they were hanging and loose and felt good. Stan just looked down and moved his hips a little over my palms, dragging those nuts across my hand. He felt my cock and balls, jerkin' me a little. "Nice cock, kid." He pushed me back on the bed and straddled my legs; I couldn't keep my eyes off his dick swingin' back and forth, his nuts rubbing my legs. Fuck he was a hot man and then he poured some baby oil on my cock and balls, took my dick in his hand and slowly started to work in the oil. He added a little more and started to massage my cock, occasionally lightly rubbing my balls. Oh shit, it was wonderful; I could barely get my breath. His hand moved up and down the shaft, around my hard head, and down the shaft again. Then he used both hands, gripping my dick at the base and just working my cock up and down slowly. I was so fuckin' hard I thought I'd go fuckin' crazy. It was so slippery by now that he just moved anyway he wanted and I was completely under his control. Never in my life had I felt anything as good as Stan's hands, the baby oil, and my cock. I must have looked at him with a glazed look and a half-assed smile or something 'cause he said, "like it, kid?" I didn't even answer; he already knew the answer. Then I felt him move off me and stand up, I tried to stop him but he said "wait a minute." He oiled his cock and nuts now too and assumed the same position he had before. Sliding forward a little, easy to do considering the oil we now had on us, he grabbed my cock and his cock and put them together and slowly started jerkin' us both off; his nuts were hanging down lightly rubbing mine. Both our cocks together in his hand, nuts together, and everything moving to Stan's rythymn. I couldn't take my eyes off our dicks, Stan leaking clear stuff which made it all the more slippery. Stan said to me, "you're lasting a lot longer than the first time kid." All I could do was shake my head since my mouth was more or less open and sucking air by now. I reached down to Stan's cock and he let me have it. I stroked it and I told him I wanted him to lie down. He did and I did the same to him. He closed his eyes, mouth open, face red and I could tell he was enjoying getting his cock jerked off. Then I did something that I had never even thought of and I just did it. Leaning forward I took my hand off Stan's cock and just laid on top of him, moving my hips, feeling his hair on his chest against me, feeling his cock rubbing on mine. Stan said "hey kid, this is almost like fuckin'." He started moving with me, both our cocks, our balls together. I started getting harder and harder, my balls were tightening and I knew I was close. I pushed back up from him so that I could see his cock and it was shiny, huge, and cherry red. The head of it was almost purple. His expression was just pleasure and looking at him and his cock was it for me. I started shooting cum and just as the first load left me Stan's first load shot from him. We were cummin' together and it just made me all the hotter; Stan pushed his hips up to me and our dicks touched, both shooting. I didn't think I'd ever stop, cum was everywhere and still shooting out of me; Stan was moaning and rolling on the bed and shooting on me, himself, his bed. Well, everything started slowing down and I just fell on top of him. I could feel all the cum in his chest hair and sticking to me but it was warm and nice and I pushed my chest into his and buried my face in his neck and gave a big moan or sigh I'm not sure. We lay there for, geez I don't know, until Stan said he'd get a towel. I sat on the edge of the bed and looked at my cummy chest and watched it run off me. Stan came back and his chest was matted with cum. So was his cock hair, his stomach hair, and his nuts had some too. I felt pretty satisfied with myself. Actually from the look of both of us we were both satisfied. But before he cleaned us up he pushed me back on the bed and we faced each other on our sides; cum sticking us together. He just said to me, "jack off buddy." We laid like that for a few minutes, just our arms around each other until the cum got a little itchy and was drying. We cleaned up and I went home. I have other adventures with Stan the Man, the next one is really good. But could I have some feedback? These are true stories and they happened between me and a guy who were buddies until I went to college. My name is Mike but I've changed the names of everyone else because he was older but I was more than willing. So check here under Solo & All Male section or e-mail me at: tattod2@msn.com Would really appreciate some feed back and just to talk to other guys who want to do some sharing. Thanks because telling these stories has been really fun for me.