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I met Reggie when he and his family moved in next door to us 15 years ago. Little did I know at the time that he would become my best friend, my closest male companion.

This story is true. About how our friendship has been forever changed starting five years ago. About a bond that now exists, connecting us in a way that even Reggie is unaware of, but knows he appreciates.

In July of 1997, Reggie and I had been best friends for ten years. His wife and my wife were best friends as well. Our two sons were best friends with his two sons and did practically everything together.

Our families camped together in the summers, barbecued, picnicked, swam and frolicked together in perfect harmony. Winters would see us taking skiing trips, or even heading off to warmer climates for vacations together.

It was like we were always meant to be the perfect neighbors and friends to each other.

I remember July 4, 1997, like it was yesterday. That was the first day I had ever seen Reggie’s big, black cock hard. It was the first day I touched it, smelled it and almost tasted it. Almost.

Don’t get me wrong, I had seen his dick plenty of times over the years and had always wondered what kind of monster it would grow into when it filled itself up with his blood.

Reggie has one of those beautiful, naturally muscular black bodies, and huge, thick uncut cocks that people like Maplethorpe drooled over when shooting their pictures, which are deemed as art.

Still even with all that natural beauty and muscle he and I worked out regularly at the local gym toning, strengthening and defining our bodies each week. That was when I saw his big floppy dick the most, when we were working out together.

He loved showing it off and loved getting looks from other guys in the locker room. That slab of meat swung about eight inches soft (was it ever really soft?) and swung back and forth swatting each of his huge, muscular thighs, as he would walk back and forth in the locker room from the showers to where our lockers were.

I had always teased him to stop showing that thing off; the white guys were getting a complex. He would just laugh and point at my dick and tease me that I must have some black in me too, but not as much as him.

Reggie was one beautiful black man: Six-feet-four inches of chiseled muscle; flashing white smile; winning personality; deep booming voice and raucous laugh. Everyone was Reggie’s friend, or wanted to be. But I was his best friend.

So, that July 4th started off like most of our Independence Days of the past: Reggie and his family coming next door to our house for barbecue, swimming and neighborly fun.

We all ate, swam, talked and enjoyed the beautiful day together. In the later part of the afternoon we drifted off in twos, my wife and Reggie’s wife, our boys with their boys, and Reggie and me.

The boys went up to their room to play the latest video games. The wives went down to the basement family room to sit and gossip about the other neighbors. Reggie and I headed out to our favorite nap area in a small stand of trees at the back of our property.

In a completely wooded area my wife had wanted a gazebo built. She had me clear out the trees in the center and erect a small, covered gazebo, which was completely private. She planned to do some writing out there, but had never gotten around to it.

Under the gazebo I had hung two hammocks, the kind made of heavy, soft twine like the ones that Gilligan and the Skipper had on Gilligan’s Island. The hammocks were close together, touching where they met on the middle side. I had put them up so that my wife and I could escape the kids and the house and hide under the shelter of the covered gazebo if we so desired.

Instead of becoming that place for my wife and me to escape, it was where Reggie and I went sometimes on these gatherings to take late afternoon naps while the others were busy.

Dressed in just our swim trunks and seizing the opportunity now that everyone else was busy, Reggie and I had snuck out to the hammocks and lay down, he with his head at one end and me with my head at the other as was our custom. That way with the pillows we could prop ourselves up and look each other in the face as we lazily swung side to side in the soft breeze that was penetrating the copse of trees.

We would talk about all subjects during our private escapes from the families. Slowly the talking would die down and we would both fall asleep, filled with good food, good health and good friendship.

Reggie’s wife has always teased him that he slept like the dead. She had told my wife and me on numerous occasions that Reggie was impossible to wake when he was in deep sleep, even the alarm didn’t wake him up in the morning, she had to take on that task. On several occasions when camping, I too experienced Reggie’s form of the living dead – he was impossible to wake at times with any gentle means anyway. Shaking him violently had worked for me in the past.

On that July 4th, we had also fallen asleep after some good conversation. I slept for about an hour before waking and seeing that the shadows had shifted and knew that Reggie and his family would be leaving for home soon.

I looked over at my friend, sleeping next to me and smiled, grateful that he had come into my life and we had become such good friends. He looked like a Greek, black statue sleeping next to me, chiseled out of obsidian.

It was as I was staring at him that I noticed that his big dick had become erect and had poked about four inches above the waistband of his swimming trunks. I propped myself up on my elbow to get a closer look.

His dick was as huge as I had always imagined it would be, and hard to tell what the true length was since over half of it was buried still in his swim trunks. His heavy foreskin had pulled back to cover only half of the head of his thick dick, showing the deep groove of his piss-slit.

There was a tiny pool of pre-cum that had oozed out to form a sticky spot near his navel. I wanted to pull down his shorts and see the whole big cock and balls together. I wanted to run my hand up and down that glorious, black shaft. I wanted to lick at that pool of pre-cum and suck on that bulbous head, skinning back the foreskin to taste the delights beneath it.

I reached over and lightly grasped Reggie’s arm and gently shook him. Nothing. I quietly said his name to see if he would wake. Still nothing. I shook him a bit harder and spoke a bit louder. He was sleeping like the dead.

Encouraged by his lack of response to my attempts at waking him, I took my hand off his arm and poised it above that big dick of his. Slowly I lowered my hand and laid it on top of the four inches of hard cock that was exposed.

Keeping my eyes on his face to see if he would wake, I let my fingers encircle the girth of his massive tool. My fingers did not reach the other side.

I gently pulled the foreskin up to cover the tip of his huge head. This caused a large drop of pre-cum to drip onto his stomach from his deep piss-slit, making my mouth water.

I slowly jacked the part of his dick that was sticking out of his shorts up and down, watching the foreskin cover then retract off his fat cock.

Still keeping my eyes on his face I lowered my mouth down towards his black cock and the pool of honey that had formed under his now throbbing dick. My nose took in the heady aroma of his manliness while my fist continued to slowly stroke him.

Just as I was sticking out my tongue to lap at the puddle of pre-cum forming on his abs, I heard his wife yell out his name and it was time to go home. Since there was no immediate answer she yelled out again. I knew I needed to wake him up before she came back to our hammocks.

I released his dick and quickly reached out and scooped up the pre-cum with my fingers and brought it to my mouth where I licked it up. I then tucked his hard dick back into his shorts off to the side along his hip.

I shook Reggie hard to wake him up. It took a minute to get him to even open his eyes, but slowly he woke up.

“What’s up, Joe?”

“Your wife is calling for you, time to go home.”

“Ah, and I was having such a great nap too. It was a great dream I was having. Can’t quite remember it, but I know it was good, cause I got the biggest fucking boner from it,” he laughed and squeezed his big cock through his swim trunks. “Oh, well thanks for the great day. I’ll see you tomorrow. Gonna go home and use this while it’s still at attention,” he winked at me as he slung himself out of the hammock and headed toward the house and where his wife was still hollering his name.

As I watched his muscular back, legs and ass disappear behind the trees, I pulled out my dick and started slowly stroking it. The taste of Reggie’s mancream was still fresh on my tongue and lips. It only took me a few pulls to shoot a huge load all over my chest, which I scooped up and licked off my hand, mixing it with the taste of Reggie’s drippings.

Putting my dick back in my shorts I laid back and thought of a plan to get to see Reggie’s huge boner again, but this time it would be the whole thing and I would get to taste more than his pre-cum. All I had to do was get him alone and asleep and he would be mine.

This story continues in Reggie 2 – cumming soon.

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