Maybe a Second Chance

Trying to Find What Once Was

When I was young; much younger than today, I had a fuck buddy. He was the cousin of my first buddy and two years older than me. I was fourteen to his sixteen, he had a girlfriend, a license, and a car. It started simple enough, a game, a shower together just to get clean, and we didn’t dress after.

He never grew past 5’6 or 7, stocky with big arms, and a cock that was not proportionate to his body size. I was lean with brown hair along with red highlights, freckles across my nose and cheeks, with a slender cock of 7 inches.

Like I said we didn’t dress after the shower and started to play a game with hot wheels. I know, guy our age doing something like hot wheels, but that’s how it started. That was the first time I touched a dick other than my own. His was bigger than mine in both length and girth; my fingers couldn’t touch my thumb. The game was playing with the cars; one of us being the cop and the other being pulled over. Payment for the infraction was touching the cop and over time it turned into something more.

Like I said, he had a girlfriend but she wasn’t in our district so Taylor and I rode to school every day in his car. In the evening we would go to her house and it usually ended down by the river where he fucked her in the back seat as I threw rocks into the water.

After him fucking her, dropping her off at her house, we would go back to mine and play the game; the first time I smelled pussy was on his cock. My mother had a boyfriend and stayed with him most of the time so it left the house open to what boys might do. All we had done was touch; never came but we leaked like nobody’s business.

Why we always stopped just before, I have no idea, but we edged most of the night. We seemed to know when the other was close, how our bodies would react, tightening, and hard as a rock. I remember the night like yesterday, me the speeder, him the cop, and me jacking his big cock as he stood with me on my knees.

That was how we paid the ticket, jack the one who was the cop, and we always stopped before cuming. I didn’t stop that night as I jacked his cock that was in front of my face, drops of clear liquid dripping, adding lube for my stroking.

I could tell he was close, so hard and firm in my hand, I was ready to cross that line; make him cum for me. There was no warning but I knew, holding his balls with one hand and stroking his big cock with the other, I waited.

The first shot went over my head, the second landed in my hair. The third, fourth, and fifth, landed on my face and chest. I leaned in and took his dribbling cock in my mouth and sucked; just the feel of it.

It was the first time I tasted something other than my own seed and I sucked him till he went soft. This had never happened and he never asked me why, but I was hooked.

From that night on it was our routine, kind of became the norm, we’d take her home, stopping at the river, and him fucking her. It was all we could do making it the eight miles’ home before I had his cock out sucking it.

The game progressed to sucking the cop to climax in payment for the ticket. I can honestly say I have no idea how we got in the position we found ourselves that night.

We were on the couch, then 69 position, me on top, his hands pulling down on me because I was resisting. I gave in to his pull, felt it when it happened. My cock was in his mouth, then throat, felt him swallowing around me, still the pull on my ass wanting everything I had.

I sucked him hard, only half of his cock I could, and him swallowing all of mine. He started moving my hips, all the way out, then all the way down his throat. He did it with such ease that I started moving and he let go of my hips allowing me to do what nature tells you to do.

This was the first time, his cock in my mouth, and mine feeling something beyond wonderful. I took it from the tap for the first time, cum filled my mouth, swallowing three times, and his hands found my hips again.

I don’t know if it was my masterful sucking skills or the fact I was fucking his throat that made him cum. I worked my hips in an animalistic way, trying to get my nut, he took the best I had to offer.

I was in shire delight, the taste of what he wasted in his girlfriend’s cunt, the thickness of it, and how it coated my throat. He pulled on my ass, like all the way. He did three-inch strokes, the last inches of my dick down his throat, and let me fuck him that way.

I’d never fucked but his dick dropped from my mouth and he let me fuck him hard, my cock sliding down as far as it could go; then grinding my balls into his nose. His hands left my ass and I watched him with head back taking my cock to the balls.

I moved my hips with his nose in my balls, long dicked him with my cock, the feel of it when the last three inches left his mouth and entered his throat.

I pulled back just before I came, his hands finding my ass again, and the rest of me going down his throat. He held me there, shot after shot straight down his throat, and his finger found my hole. Wait, it was his thumb.

I was dry there and he just pushed a little as I dumped the last of my seed and pulled off. “You’re better than she is”, he told me.

“How do you do that???” I asked. It was the first time we ever talked about what we did when it was just the two of us.

“Just open your throat.” He told me it was no big deal.

Things went on like that for a few months, us at the river with me throwing rocks as he fucked her. Then back at my house playing the game. It really wasn’t so much the game any more than how it ended. It was always me on top and him taking me balls deep.

Then came the night when I wanted to be the girl, wanted him to fuck me as he did her. It hurt too bad. His cock was so… big, and without long prep time, it wasn’t gonna happen. That was the first time I felt a tongue pushing in my ass. In the end, he turned his ass to me.

My mouth was watering, like a mouth full of spit that is gonna make you hurl, and I let it fall to his ass along with my steel hard shaft sliding up and down his crack. My cock slid past his tight ring with ease and he pushed back taking all of me in slow-motion. This was a first.

He took everything I gave, pushed back hard when I shoved in, pulled all the way off then pushed back hard again. I actually held still and it was him riding my cock hard.

I came so… fuckin, shit, first in his ass, then up his back as I pulled out. Fuck me into next week. He coated the couch with nothing more than my cock in his ass. How he held me with his tight hole, the squeezing of my cock as he came, he loved cock in his butt and I wondered if he did this with his brothers. And weeks rolled by.

Now it was commonplace, even when we’d stay at her house on the weekends, he’d fuck her then cum out to the couch we shared. I would fuck him hard on those nights. Part of it was we were in the living room, her room closest with her Mom’s and boyfriends just one door down.

We did it on the couch. I’d walk to the bathroom finding anything slippery; sometimes soap. I’d walk back out on full display, my cock as hard as a fourteen-year-old could be, and I’d fuck him. I was not yet fifteen and him two years older.

We could have been caught, her mom or boyfriend, even her, needing the bathroom. We fucked hard, his ass reaching back for all my cock, sometimes it was subtle on our sides, but I filled him with my unborn children.

It went on for a while like that, this fucking and sucking, our game taking on a new face every once and a while. I never could take his huge cock in my ass, wanting, but never able to. It worked for us, my cock in his throat or balls deep in his ass.

It stopped when he graduated, don’t know why but he married that girl the next summer. That was when I met Robby. He was the one I had been unknowingly searching for. A boy younger than me but a face that was recognizable. It was the start of the rest of my life.

He was like I’d been, younger by two years, smaller than me, but built. I think we both knew; we saw in the other what we’d been searching for. He was the nephew of my boss, my boss taking them in when his Mom died.

Robby was as fine as fine could be, with dirty blond hair, blue eyes, and skin beyond compare. My boss was fine with me taking him under my wing, being a big brother, and our relationship grew. It was the summer of 77 when I saw his naked body for the first time.

He’d came home with me, a gathering of my friends tonight, and The Forth on, The, L&O. The Law and Order was my Godfather’s boat, over forty feet, his son was our pilot. It was the night before, a gathering of friends, and Robby cleaning up after work.

I was a stoner; a big one. I’d pointed Rob to my old room and the shower after sharing a few hits. I was dressed and wondered what was taking him so long. I walked to the door and asked if he had drowned? “I’m good,” he said sliding the door open looking at me in the mirror; not one ounce of modesty as he stepped out.

I’m getting ahead of myself. After forty-plus years I tracked down Taylor through social media, thought about what might happen as I drove. His wife, the girlfriend back in the day, had died of cancer. We talked about what forty years had been and done to us, then I asked about the game we played.

I wanted to suck his cock in the worst way, fuck his throat and ass like when we were young. I saw it in his eyes, he remembered the game we played as teenagers, but he shook his head no, like not remembering the way we made each other cum and how.

I drove home thinking how stupid I was, working myself up for something that happened four-plus decades ago, but I would have if he wanted. In all our fucking we never kissed, I bit him on the neck and shoulder a few times but never kissed a boy till Robby.

FYA.

This was a true story within a true story. Taylor was my only fuck buddy I wrote about in, ‘Robby and Ryan’. I hope if this interested you, perked something you want more of, you go to RJC, in popular authors, and read the first three hundred thousand words I wrote. RJC.