Jerry

"Hey Dan, you speak French don't you?" Jerry asked me one morning before summer school.

"Yeah, why?"

"There's this album I have and one of the songs is in French, and I was wondering if you could translate it.for me. "

And that's how that memorable Friday began. Let me back up a little. My name's Dan, and at the time this happened I had just turned 18. I was in the summer between my junior and senior year. I was a year behind everyone because my family had lived in Geneva, Switzerland for two and half years because of my dad's job. I had gone to a Swiss public school. Thrown into a school where I couldn't speak the language made keeping up the first year basically impossible. Somewhere along the line, the French just started to sink in, and somehow I got it. Then we suddenly my dad's company transferred him back to the U.S. of A. Since we came back in the middle of the school year. It had already been two years ago by this point.

I was your typical gangly teenager of the early '80s. Blond, about 5'10 and around 140 pounds. I was not muscular but wiry. Oddly, I have always been self-conscious about my legs. As a result, I usually wore long pants no matter what the weather. Today it was sunny and in the high 80s, and I was wearing white jeans, a striped t-shirt and sandals

Jerry and I were the same age; his parents had held him back a year before starting him in kindergarten. That's about where our similarities ended. Jerry was about 5'8 with a sturdy, stocky build, and curly black hair. He was part Latino, Chinese, native American, Samoan, English, and (he'd say) about a dozen other nationalities. All of these combined to make a swarthy, handsome young man. Today he was wearing a red t-shirt, and shorts, which showed off his hairy muscular legs.

So here we were, both doing summer school at the bougie private school our parents sent us to, along with several of our friends. One of them was Val, whom I was starting to notice a bit more. She was friendly, cute and out going, with long wavy brown hair. We were just starting to spend a little more time together, not going together--hell, not even holding hands-- but flirting a little, the beginnings of a show of interest.

"I could come over after school today," I said.

"Weren't you going to get together with Valerie after school," Jerry asked.

"That was the original plan, but she's headed to the airport right after school today. She's flying to San Diego to spend the weekend with her mom. So, yeah, we're not going to see each other until next week. So yeah...I could come over to translate the lyrics after school."

"Oh, well, sure, then. Let's go right after school."

It was summer school, so "after school" meant around noon."I'll meet you at the McDonalds around 11:30, since I'll probably finish before you do."

Prophetic. He gave me a thumbs up, and off we went to our classes.

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Waiting at the McDonalds I thought about what was going on. Full disclosure: I knew Jerry was gay. He'd come out to me about a year ago, with my then girlfriend by his side supporting him. I didn't really care. He was my friend.

But recently, over the last couple months, I'd been thinking about what it might be like to suck some dick, what it would be like to have sex with another guy. The thought of someone shooting his wad in my mouth wasn't particularly disgusting as much as hot; I didn't consider myself gay, or bi- or anything really. I was just a horny teenager. I guess I was curious too. Getting the invitation from Jerry to translate these lyrics for him seemed to offer the perfect opportunity to satisfy my curiosity, particularly since I wasn't going to be able to spend time with Val.

We got to Jerry's apartment around 12:20. It was on the top floor of a seven-floor building. Leaving our shoes at the door, we walked down the hall passing the kitchen to the left and walked into an expansive living room with ceiling to floor windows. A couch faced toward the the windows, with a coffee table in front of it, and armchairs on either side of the couch with end tables between each chair and the sofa. There was a tv in the corner near the windows, so one could sit in the chairs or on the couch and enjoy the view or the tv. There was some view, but there were other apartments. They weren't super close, but one could see easily on to the patios and somewhat into the living rooms of those apartments. There were halls to the left and right of where we stood, Jerry turned left and led me down the hall, to his room which was on the on the right hand side. The bathroom was across the hall.

We went into Jerry's room. There were windows across from the door, a closets to our left. His full-sized bed jutted out into the room, the head against the wall to the left. Across from the foot of the bed was his dresser, with a mirror above it. On the end of the dresser near the windows was his record player. Jerry took out the record. The song was "T'es Pas Un Autre", a love song by Buffy St. Marie. Between the small speaker on his record player and her singing, I really couldn't make out the lyrics.

"Sorry, Jerry. I really can't understand what she's saying."

"That's okay. Thanks for trying." He didn't seem all that happy.

I noticed a chess set. "Hey," I said, "wanna play chess?"

"Sure thing," he said and smiled.

Since there wasn't a table or desk or anything, Jerry set up the game on the foot of the bed. I sat with my back to the door, and he with his back to the window. We started playing. We were evenly matched, but I lost after about half an hour.

"Good game," I said.

"Thanks"

There was a moment of silence, and not breaking eye contact with Jerry, I leaned back a bit and unfastened my jeans. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped as I slid first out of my jeans, and then out of my underwear. Jerry didn't waste any more time. We both pulled off our shirts, he stood up and dropped his shorts and underwear in a single move, while I pushed the chess set out of the way. I scooted back and lay down. He lay next to me and we started kissing. I ran my hands all over his back and ass, loving the feeling of his bare skin. I felt his hand on my arm, sliding to my chest he pinched my nipple, sending a shock through my body, one I found strangely pleasant. My cock was hard, and I could feel his thick member touching mine.

We broke off for a moment. "I want to suck your dick," I told him. He smiled.

He sat up then and then lay down the other way, his head facing my crotch, his cock in my face. This was fucking awesome.

I licked his shaft, and took him in my mouth, working my tongue around his dick. I could feel him bobbing his head, the soft wetness of his mouth felt like heaven on my cock, as wet as any pussy I'd ever fucked. He took me all the way to the hilt. Meanwhile he began to slowly buck his hips and face fuck me. I cupped his ass, and squeezed his cheeks, then ran my hand down his hairy muscular thighs. I felt his hand on my balls, tugging them, gently squeezing them. One of his fingers, slipped up toward my asshole, pushing lightly on it. That was too much and sent me over the edge. Shot a load into Jerry's wet warm mouth cumming like I never had. He lasted a little longer before my mouth was flooded with his salty man milk. I loved the floor. I had tasted my own cum, but getting someone else fed to me straight from the source was different. There was more, and it tased wonderful. I held him in my mouth a few times seconds longer, as his cock. began to soften. He did the same, and then licked around the head as if to slurp up every last bit of cum.

I sat up and look at the two of us in the mirror. Both nude on his bed. "That was amazing," I said. He just sighed in return. "Wow...I gotta pee. Mind if I use your bathroom?"

"No go right ahead. In fact, I have to go too."

"Okay, well, I'll go first and..."

"Don't be silly. We both just sucked each other's cock and drank some cum. Peeing in front of each other is nothing after that."

"Okay," I said and headed to the bathroom with Jerry right behind me. I got to the toilet, walked around to the other side and put the seat up. Jerry was right across from me. I took my dick in my hand and started to piss. A moment later, Jerry let go. We were both hitting the toilet at the same time. I started moving my dick back and forth, our streams crossing each other. Jerry laughed and started doing the same thing. He shifted his weight a little and his urine splashed across my legs.

"Hey...watch it. Your peeing on me, not the toilet."

"Oh sorry," he said. He sounded sincere, but I thought I caught the hint of smile dash across his face. At this point our we both had about finished. We were both shaking our cocks.There wasn't a lot of piss on me, not so much that it would drip on the floor, so I just left it. I didn't realize then that this would lead to something I would enjoy later in life.

I followed Jerry out of the bathroom but instead of heading back the bedroom, he turned right toward the living room.

"Hey, are you sure this okay? What about your parents?"

"My mom doesn't usually get home until after 5:00, and my dad is never home before 6:00," he said handing me a glass of iced tea. "And it's not even 2:00. So, I wouldn't worry. I mean, I lost my virginity on that couch one day when they were out. There's this guy I know from church whose name is Mike. He's about 35, and he came over one afternoon. Before long I was on knees bent over the couch with Mike fucking me hard. He took it slow at first, but by the time he shot his cum up my ass, he was really pounding me hard. It was only because of the Kleenex that the cum oozing out of my asshole didn't get on the floor. He left just as my mom was getting home that day. He comes over sometimes, but we usually arrange it at church. My parents think he's coming over for Bible study, but it's more cock worship than anything else."

I walked to the windows and stood in front of them.

"Wow...you've got quite a view," I said.

"You're telling me! Cute ass you got there."

"Ha! But with these windows, it doesn't seem like you'd have a whole lot of privacy. So it may be that you and Mike may have had an audience."

"It's true, but you're the one standing right in front of them. And would be a lot easier to see you than someone sitting on the couch."

"Well...yeah. But I don't seem to be the only exhibitionist in the neighborhood. There's a guy watering his plants in the nude over there" I said pointing to right, "and a topless woman down there soaking up the sun."

He came around to my side. "Yeah, I see them. I don't know what his thing is. She usually gone at night, but is home during the day. And she's out there sunning herself every day. I don't think her tits are real."

He put his arm around me and rested his head on my shoulder. I put mine around him, then slid it down to his ass, feeling the roundness of his ass cheeks. He turned and kissed chest, then my neck. We began kissing each other deeply. His tongue was exploring my mouth. My tongue went deep into his. I felt his fingertips lightly rubbing up and down my back. I massaged his ass with both my hands, pulling him closer to me. We stood there naked in each other's arms, our bodies pressed together. I was getting hard again, and I could feel his dick coming to life again too.

His hand went down my back, gently across my ass, and began to play with my balls. Squeezing them gently, I started moving my hips left to right, so that my dick and his were rubbing against each other. He took his hand off my balls, and brought them both to my ass, and started swaying in return. Our knobs knocking each other back and forth. I could feel some of his pre-cum and my own begging to ooze out. I squeezed his ass, and our rhythm increased. He took our cocks in one hand and started jacking us both. It felt so good. Here we were the two of us trotting in front of the world. He started rubbing a little faster. Our breathing got ragged. I heard him grunt and say "Oh yeah," and felt his cum on belly, and my dick. He was shooting all over my crotch area, a huge load.

It was the first time I'd felt another man's cum on me. It felt so hot, so sexy, so dirty, so naughty, so nice, so sweet, so sticky, so slick. His cum acted as a lube and the thought of his jizz on my cock was so hot, that a second later I was cumming. He kept jacking our dicks, mixing our cum and working it all over our shafts. He took his hand off my cock and held it between us. We both licked our cum off his hand, our the tips of our tongues occasionally touching as we tasted us.

I took a step back and looked at Jerry's nether region glazed in our goo and my own dick slick with our mutual man milk. I wiped the cum on the lower part of body all over as if it were body cream, which in a sense it was, and smeared it all over my balls, thighs, and belly. I looked out the window. The guy who'd been watering the flowers had his cock in his hand and was facing us jacking himself off. The woman who'd been sunning herself had her one hand in her bikini bottoms rubbing her clit, while her other hand was on her breast.

I stood there for a moment in the glow of the moment. For a first time with another guy, this afternoon had been amazing. Topping it off with this public display was just the cherry on the top, so to speak.

"I need to get going," I said.

"Okay." We headed back toward his bedroom. "Do you want to get a shower first?"

"No. That's okay. I want to wear you home." I put on my pants and shirt,. "But I need to take a piss before I leave."

"Okay. You know where the bathroom is."

I went into the bathroom, and Jerry, still naked, followed me in. Thinking he had to pee too, I moved so he could get around to the other side of the toilet, but instead he stopped behind me. Reaching around me as I took out my dick to pee Jerry said, "Allow me, and took hold of my cock. I began to piss while Jerry guided my dick with his right hand. It was a little strange, but since he'd just had his hand on my dick a few minutes earlier, it didn't seem all that odd. When I was just about done, and the last few drops were dripping, Jerry stuck his left right into the pee coming our of my dick. He cupped his hand a bit catching a couple of droplets. Letting go of my dick, Jerry leaned around and brought his hand to his mouth, drinking what pee he'd gotten, then rubbing the rest of it across his lips. I was shocked, but I was also tuned on a little. I turned and kissed him, feeling and tasting my urine on him.

"Sure you don't want to stay and play some more?"

"I'd love to, but I need to get going home."

He walked me to the door, kissed me on the cheek, and said good-bye.

"Sorry I wasn't able to translate those lyrics for you," I said.

"Don't worry, Dan, you more than made up for it. You can always try another time," he said with a smile. See you at school."

I was kind of sorry I had to go. But it was already a lot for a first time with another man. It was definitely not my last.