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I couldn't tear my eyes away from the full pouch jutting from the crotch of his shorts. I wanted to touch it. I wanted to squeeze his spongy cock meat until it was hard with desire. My young prick visibly quaked with each passionate beat of my lusting heart. I simply had to have him. Such an opportunity might never again present itself. I couldn't let it slip hopelessly away.

Without any real conscious thought, as if we were both trapped in one of my erotic fantasies, I found myself boldly reaching out to fondle Lee's manhood. As my fingers caressed the increasing firmness of his waking giant, a host of suppressed emotions flowed forth like a raging river.

I couldn't control myself. "God, you're so fucking beautiful, I can't keep my hands off of you," I uttered, slipping a hand down the front of his shorts. "I've wanted to see your cock for so long."

Lee hooked his fingers over the elastic waistband of his shorts and pulled them down around his sinewy thighs. His enormous iron-like organ sprang up into my groping hand as if it were steel and my hand a magnet.

"Beat my fucking meat," sighed Lee. "Get it good and hard."

His thick, uncut pole was at least nine inches long. As I stroked his meat, I admired the way his stretched foreskin rolled back and forth over the plump, helmet shaped crest of his magnificent cock. I ached to feel his body against mine. I stepped closer, my knees quivering as I rubbed the head of my hungry cock against his.

"I can tell by the way you handle my cock you've had a lot of practice," said Lee.

"Only with my own," I replied.

Lee seemed genuinely surprised. "You've never jacked off another guy before?"

"You're the first."

"You're doing great," he said, reaching down and seizing my cock. "Then I guess you've never had anyone jack you off before either?"

"No," I gasped, barely able to breathe.

Precum oozed from my pisshole lubricating Lee's fingers as he worked my feverish flesh. I had waited so long for this moment. I wanted it to last as long as possible, but his hands on me felt so wonderful . All too soon I felt my balls drawing up to explode.

""Jack me a little faster," Lee cooed. Yeah....... that's it. Squeeze my cock tighter. Oh yeah, I'm almost there! Faster! AH, shit I'm gonna Cum!"

Lee's big cock jerked with orgasmic ecstasy as jism spurted from his pisshole. His sticky, ivory passion saturated my hand, adding to his pleasure, and mine. My own cock went ballistic the instant I felt the moist heat of Lee's load spilling onto my cranking hand.

"OH, GAWD! " I moaned. Lee continued to stroke my organ at a frenzied gate. Masterfully he managed to circle his hand over the head of my cock, catching a huge surge of my wad in his palm. My legs nearly gave way under my weight as his fingers, slick with my spunk, continued to manipulate my traumatized manhood.

Our passion smoldered to a demise. I wanted Lee to take me in his arms and hold me. I didn't want our passion to end here. I longed to feel his sweaty body embrace me. There was so much more I wanted to experience. So much more of his body I craved to sample.

I can't describe the disappointment I felt when Lee turned from me and took a clean pair of jeans off the hook on the back of the men's room door. I watched sadly as he put them on, concealing from my adoring eyes the splendid sight of his handsome male flesh.

I heard the big overhead door to the garage bay rolling to a close. Dad was locking up for the day. Lee looked at me and smiled as he pulled his shirt over his head. "You gonna stand there all night with your dick hanging out?"

I felt my cheeks blush as I tucked my pecker back inside my pants. "You got plans for tonight?" I asked. I was sure a guy as cool as Lee would already have made plans for a Friday night.

"Not really," said Lee. "Just going over to my sister's house for supper. After that, who knows?"

"Want to get together latter?" I asked, fearing rejection.

"Sure. Why not?" Lee said. "How about I pick you up around eight. We'll cruise around and rap some."

"Great. Sounds good, to me."

I fussed around like I was getting ready for my first real date. In a way, I guess I was. I felt somehow closer to Lee than I'd ever felt to anyone. I was hopelessly infatuated with him. I wanted our relationship to grow into something special.

Lee pulled up in front of the house at eight on the dot. When Dad saw I was going out with Lee, I immediately sensed his disapproval. He didn't say much. It was his eerie silence which conveyed his apprehension. It wasn't that he didn't like Lee, it was Lee's appearance he had a problem accepting. To him, Lee looked like a hippie, and in his book, everyone knew hippies were drug-crazed, over-sexed, deranged individuals. Dad didn't realize it was me, not Lee, that he should have been concerned about. If he would have had even the slightest inkling of what was going through my mind he would have shit a brick. Because, if I had my way, before the night was over, I was going to fulfill every fantasy I'd ever had about making love with another man.