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But, at last, while trying to think about all of the cheerleaders naked, I finally managed to get it to soften. I turned the water off.

Opening the shower curtain, my towel was gone. Joey must have grabbed it when he rushed out to find out what Shawn wanted. There was another one on the rack. Probably Joey’s original one. Did I dare use it? Oh well, what the fuck?

The towel on the rack smelled like Joey; when I had given him a massage a few days ago after school in my bedroom, he lay there quietly while my senses had the chance to absorb every ounce of him. His smell was uniquely him, sort of a combination of guy sweat, adhesive tape and almonds.

In the looks department, Joey was amazing. His flowing dark hark that curled above his neck. His smooth, muscular back. His firm white ass. His hairy legs. His big, soft feet. All the while I breathed deeply memorizing his scent and thinking about his great body. This towel had touched every last inch of him. I draped it over my face and imagined I was being smothered with a very thin and wet Joey.

When I opened the bathroom door, Joey was lying on his back on the bed in a towel, the light from the bedside table was on but there was a shadow on his face and I couldn’t tell if he was asleep. There was no sign of Shawn.

He raised his head off the pillow when I entered the room. “That was close, eh buddy?”

“Close? What was he doing here?”

“Shawn found my playbook in his car and just wanted to make sure I had it before practice tomorrow.”

“He found your playbook?” I asked, my head not really registering.

“You know, the book with all the plays,” Joey said. He smiled at me and sat up on the edge of the bed. “Hey, that’s my towel,” he added, pointing to my waist.

“And that’s my towel,” I said, nodding to the drape around his waist.

He stood up and untied it. He handed it to me and stood naked in front of me. “Here you go,” he said.

I took it, not sure what to do next so I draped it around my neck and took in the sight of Joey in all his glory standing beside his bed. The fine matting of dark chest hair stood out just a tiny bit and made his chest seem a little smaller than it had been in the shower. He had shaved off all his pubes and his thick dick looked like a baseball bat. That’s funny, the varsity quarterback has a baseball bat for a cock.

“Come here,” Joey pulled the two ends of the towel toward him and our bodies smacked into each other; just two 18-year old guys touching the fronts of their naked bodies together after the Friday night game.

No big deal. It’s just that one of them was the hunk-o-saurus quarterback who everyone in the stands wanted to fuck. Or at least make out with. And the other one was this English and History whiz kid virgin who worked the yardage markers at the big game while he lustily stared at the butts of the varsity teams scrambling around on the field in front of him. Yep, it probably happened every Friday night all over America--at a high school near you.

I felt Joey’s manhood swell. My towel fell off as mine did too. He pulled me onto his bed and I landed awkwardly on his chest, my dick flopping wildly against his thigh. Joey pushed me off of him. I tried to roll onto my back, but his strong arms grabbed my shoulders and flipped me onto my stomach.

I giggled. “What are you doing?” I asked him, trying to wriggle free from under his weight. “I’m supposed to be giving you a massage,” I protested.

“Just stay still, little guy,” Joey told me. “Relax.”

In no position to argue, I did as I was told. I had never had a massage. Joey’s hands were a lot bigger than mine and in just a few sweeps he could cover my entire back and butt too. He dripped some kind of cool liquid onto my back from a small bottle on the table. The feeling was amazing. I just tried to breathe and enjoy it. Joey seemed to be doing his best to make sure I did.

“Okay, flip over T.J.”

“But…”

“Just do it, I know what’s going on down there. I’ve got one too.”

By knowing ‘what’s going on down there,’ he meant my dick of course. I stole a glance at Joey’s mid-section as I shifted from my stomach to my back. Holy shit!

I closed my eyes and stared up at the ceiling of Joey’s garage/bedroom. It was unfinished and had kind of a non-homey construction feel to it. Joey Collucci had a hardon, and it looked awful big to me--scary even. Not that I’d seen any before beside my own. I sat quietly thinking exactly what I wanted to do with it while Joey rubbed his huge strong hands over my legs. As he gradually worked his way up from my feet to my thighs, it seemed inevitable that he would finally touch my dick. But he didn’t. He somehow managed to skirt his hands around the sides along my hips. It just sat there--hard as a rock. This was my cock at its longest and hardest. Eight and one third inches of solid virgin titanium love muscle. I smiled at the thought.

Joey moved his hands to my stomach and let his fingertips tickle the pubic hair peeking out on either side of my erect penis. I giggled again.

“So I do get to return the favor, right?” I asked, opening my eyes.

“Shh,” Joey said softly. When he was finished with my chest, every part of my body felt great. I lay there quietly wishing the moment would never end, but at the same time, wishing we could move on to Step 3 or Step 4 or whatever was coming next.

After a prolonged silence, Joey laid his entire weight on top of me. I exhaled and looked up at his face, now just inches above mine. His dark brown wavy locks framed his gorgeous brown eyes.

He looked very serious as he moved his lips ever closer to mine. I could feel his thick cock pushed heavily into my own, his floppy balls soft against the upper part of my leg. Joey held himself up with one arm and cupped the other hand behind my head. He drew me up and our mouths met. I closed my eyes and we kissed. Letting our tongues explore each other, we rolled to the side and began moving our hands up and down. Across the back. On the neck. Over the ears. Between the soft strands of still-damp hair.

Man! This was what I had been waiting for. That whole virgin thing is way over-rated!

In time, after our lips had had their fill of each other, we shifted and his dick found my mouth. My own hard cock found his. I could barely get the thing in my mouth at first. But by angling myself a certain way, I figured it out and began to enjoy the sensation of somebody’s penis inside me for the first time.

“Hold it, T.J.,” Joey cautioned, placing one hand on my shoulder to slow my motion, “I’m pretty close.”

I came up for air. “You’re close? How could that be? I have no idea what I’m doing.”

“Trust me, you’re doing great.”

“Thanks,” I said.

“Sure. And T.J., I have to tell you, that first time in the shower room, when you kind of got hard when I first saw you…”

“Yeah? I remember that. I was freaked out that you’d see I was so turned on.”

“Nothing to be freaked out, buddy. I loved seeing your dick like that; it completely turned me on too.”

“Really?”

“Absolutely. I went home and jerked off that night just thinking about it.”

“No way!”

“Yeah way. And T.J., you’ve got a hot cock. I dig how you can’t control it and you always seem to have a boner.”

I laughed. “Yeah, well, that’s gonna get me in trouble one of these days.” Joey went back to my dick, stroking the shaft from top to bottom with one hand as he moved his lips from the top to mid-way down the length.

With my cock on one side of his mouth, he said, “Not with me.”

I timidly went back to licking the sides of Joey’s fat cock. There was a little glistening pre-cum on the end and I dabbed at it with my tongue. Joey let out a moan as I did. After a minute or so more, I had become so engrossed in trying to imitate on Joey’s dick what he did with mine that I missed my own orgasm coming.

“Uh oh,” I said, “I think I’m there.” Joey increased the intensity of his hand and took even more of my shaft into his mouth. I tried to pull away so as not to come in his mouth, but Joey held my shoulder down with his free hand. When I exploded into Joey’s throat, I screamed and flexed my hips forward at the same time. My body and legs practically levitated off the bed as Joey sucked down every drop of my sperm.

“Fuck!” I said.

Joey had no intention of letting up until there was nothing left. He moaned aloud just like when I had been rubbing his back, his body in rhythm with my own continued convulsions.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I said.

Finally he stopped and moved his mouth up off of my penis. He left his hand about mid-way down the shaft and looked over at me smiling. I kissed the tip of his dick.

“Fuck,” I said again. He burst out laughing.

“Don’t tell me that was your first blowjob from a guy,” Joey looked at me with a look of doubt on his face.

“Fuck.” I paused to catch my breath and he released the strangle-hold on my cock and sat upright. “First blowjob from a guy? How about first blowjob ever!?”

“Are you kidding me? A dick like yours should not go to waste. Your dick needs to be sucked all the time! It’s amazing!”

“My dick? What about your dick? It’s so fucking thick, it’s just…” I searched for the words.

“It’s just what?”

“It’s just…Fuck!” We both collapsed onto the bed laughing.

Both of us lay there quietly looking on our backs. Our heads turned toward each other and our eyes locked. I had not removed my own fist from Joey’s huge hardon. Despite coming, my dick was also as hard as ever.

“So is that why you chose the number 11 for your jersey?” I asked him, my hand moving up and down his cock.

Joey laughed again.

“You think my dick’s eleven inches?”

“Well, isn’t it?”

“Actually I chose that number because both #4 and #5 were already taken,” Joey explained.

“Yeah, right, from like here on out,” I said, holding my hand up close to the tip.

“The truth is, I don’t really know how long it is, I never measured it.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

Joey slowly put his fingers to my lips. There were moist.

“Taste that?” He moved his index finger inside to the tip of my tongue.

I nodded.

“That’s you, little guy. That’s what I’ve wanting to taste these past couple weeks. What do you think?”

“Salty,” I pronounced. “And your hand smells like bleach.”

He smiled and moved his hand away. He rubbed his fingers in the pre-cum at the tip of his own cock and brought them to his face. He sniffed. “Yep, mine too,” he smiled. I repeated the motion and sniffed my own fingers, then put my fingers to his lips. “Mmm, salty,” Joey said, tasting his own juice.

I rolled over and kissed him on the mouth, sharing saliva, sharing my cum. When I came up for air, his eyes were open and he was looking at me with a face I hadn’t seen before.

“Hey, thanks for the help with my paper,” Joey said, referring to the history term paper that I had pretty much written for him. “You got me an ‘A’.”

“Cool.”

After another moment of quiet, I rolled over to my side and started up again stroking his dick of steel. “It’s your turn, I think.”

Joey pulled my hand away and sat up. He flipped off the light on his bedside table and lay down beside me; his stomach to my back, his strong arms around my ribs, our legs interlocking. I could feel his erection between my legs, his hot breath on my neck.

“Need to sleep,” he said. He pulled a sheet and blanket over the top of us both and his taut muscles all seemed to relax as one.

“Mmm,” was all I managed. We both nodded off.