My name is Damian. This is the first part in the story of my training so far, at age 42.
For the sake of simplicity let's begin on my 18th birthday. Even then I was lucky to be able to be the captain of my high school wrestling team, and to have one friend who continues to remain closer than ever. He has finally given me permission to share the story of my ongoing development.
At that time I was 5'11, about 165 pounds, with a smooth tight body, lucky enough to have girls all around me whenever I wanted them. I was also fortunately handsome and fortunately well-endowed, with almost 9 thick inches of uncut dick. Apart from a bit of hair under my arms, a bit of pubic hair, and some peach fuzz on my ass, I was totally smooth. Guys would joke and call me a baby, but I was strong enough to defend myself against almost anyone if I needed to, and everyone around me knew it.
Of course there's always someone we are vulnerable to, however. And my weakness, or my strength, was my best friend Adrian. Some would joke and say he was my black twin, although of course there were a number of differences.
Although we were co-captains on the wrestling team, in football he was the quarterback, and I was the center (and yes, I was good at delivering the ball to him when he rubbed my ass right). He was just over 6 feet, and just over 185 pounds. He was almost entirely smooth, including under his arms and around his dick. And his dick, even at 18, was well over 11 inches when he was hard--11 and 3/4 an inch on the day he made me measure it. And although mine was thick around others, he swelled to 8 and 1/4 inches around. One more of those facts I'll never forget from the day he made me measure him.
We had been friends for years. Studied together, played sports together, dated girls together.
And on my 18th birthday it appeared that his older brother Jamar was going to make sure we had what he thought was my first drink together.
My birthday had been a great day. School had gone well, the couple of girls I was dating were all over me, the team had been cool, and both Adrian and I pinned our opponents in good time at our evening match. Our coach was pleased, I was in heaven, and everyone around seemed to be joining me there.
Adrian and I were joking around a bit in the locker room afterwards, which wasn't all that out-of-the-ordinary, but it made us a bit late in leaving. He had told me earlier he had something to give me for my birthday, and it was cool.
Nothing seemed different at all until his brother Jamar dropped by the shower room to pick us up. Adrian and I had shared Adrian's car to the match, so it wasn't a big deal, and it was always cool to see his big brother Jamar pop in from college an hour away.
Jamar was 24. Every once in a while he would stop by to shoot the breeze with us. Had done for years. It was always cool, although I had always been at least a bit intimidated by him. I always tried to keep to myself my feelings that he had always seemed better built, more attractive, and cooler than I would ever be, and although he was always cool about it every once in a while he couldn't resist putting me in my place. The dude had even taught me how to go about fucking my first girl. It was just that I really had no idea what that place would begin to be like as the night began to unfold.
In retrospect, it was clear that Adrian was expecting his brother, although the gleam in his eye missed me until later that evening. For the time being Jamar just smiled, said 'congrats', slapped me up the side of the head in that big brotherly kind of way and said he understood Adrian was waiting to celebrate with me.
Of course my curiosity was piqued. I was supposing Jamar was going to take me out for a real drink or something. And of course it was always fun for me to hang with the two of them.
So I hurried to get dressed after Jamar slapped my ass so we could head out. Not paying good attention as the birthday boy, he then grabbed the briefs I was slipping into and said 'not tonite, big boy. You're 18. No undies tonite.'
Adrian burst out laughing. I played along, guessing that this was going to be some rite of passage or something. I had totally not paid attention to Adrian's leaving his underwear behind as well . . .
So I threw on my jeans and my t-shirt and Jamar yanked my straight blond hair to get out the door. And then we slipped out the back way to where his car was waiting to take my to my birthday surprise.
It was already dark and quiet as we slipped into Jamar's car. It was an old souped-up sports car with just a front seat. And once again one of those little things I thought nothing of at the time occurred: Adrian hopped over to let me in the passenger side and get in the middle, but Jamar opened his side and insisted that I slide in his door.
And who was I to object?
So there I was in a dark and deserted parking lot in a hot car with the stick shift right between my legs, flanked on one side by my best friend and on the other by his older brother that I already thought I worshipped.
Adrian looked at me, smiled, and said 'happy birthday, bro' and gave me one of those manly hugs. I said thanks and said 'it's great to be with you.' Jamar then grabbed the inside of my left leg and and squoze a bit as he said 'the big 18' and smiled one of his amazingly beautiful white smiles. Adrian laughed. One of those moments when I knew even Adrian knew of my weakness for his older brother.
Then Jamar laughed, and said 'so Adrian told you we have a surprise for you, right?' I said 'sure', not even thinking that I was actually just expecting something cool from Adrian. And Jamar then followed with 'so would you like it here or in some more quiet spot?'
Adrian laughed again--the first time that I suspected something might be up. And Adrian suggested that we head off to someplace a bit more quiet.
So on went the music, and off we went. Me still thinking it was some drinking thing, as we headed out of town on a quiet road in the woods.
I was still happy and excited, and as naive as I suppose I could be at 18.
At what seemed would be about as quiet a place as I could imagine, Jamar stopped. Adrian laughed again, and Jamar told Adrian it was his turn first. So Adrian looked at me, with a smile I wasn't quite sure I had seen before, and said 'you have to take your shirt off here, dude.'
I looked at him a bit funny, then looked at Jamar. Jamar smiled a strange smile as well and confirmed what Adrian said. And then Adrian pulled my t-shirt up over my head and tossed it under his feet.
Jamar looked at me, smiled, and said 'nice.' I wasn't quite sure what was going on, but before I could get a question out Jamar said 'you know we're not stopping there, right?'
I looked at Adrian. Adrian laughed, a bit more quieter with even more of that interesting gleam in his eye. 'You're 18, dude. We're celebrating.' And then Jamar reached down and undid my pants. 'It's all coming off, mister 18.' And the two of them stripped me.
I was speechless, and now scared and excited. And naked in between two strong black men who I would do anything for. In the middle of nowhere.
Jamar turned the car back on, turned off onto an even smaller dirt road, and headed another couple miles into the forest.
Then he stopped the car, pulled the keys out, and gave them to Adrian to put in the jockey box, as both of them began to feel my naked body.
'We're here for a while, birthday boy.'
To be continued . . .
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