My New Buddy

Meeting Murf

1969 had been a year of mind-blowing confusion and loneliness for me. With my brother’s death less than a year old and my parents not coping well with his death I’d become a reticent asshole. My parent’s didn’t feel I’d confronted the issue of my brother’s death effectively nor had my sex life remained on course. After a hearty morning single masturbation session I continued thinking about these issues plus my newfound friendship with Phillip.

Although my relationship with Phillip had grown closer throughout the summer, yet more distant, by mid August nothing of any substance evolved between us. Once in a while Phillip and I slipped away on one of our secret rendezvous where we got each other off. With each encounter Phillip promised more when we engaged in so-called sex, but nothing new. His interest in sex seemed to wane since we first met and he experienced more pain with each session. I had the feeling Phillip might only be using me for my wheels.

Demands for transportation grew as my sex life with Phillip ebbed. Darleen continued to make empty promises along with meaningless words when it came to sex with her: no pussy penetration or blowjobs. Although our pseudo sex sessions appeased me at first I’d grown tired of Darleen, I wanted more. Something seemed amiss in my sex life according to the stories I’d been reading in my vast collection of erotic magazines.

As a teenager I’d amassed a rather large secret collection of adult sex and stag magazines, lusting over the stories and pictures within. Wild stories of unbelievable sexual behavior portrayed in the magazines provoked a sense of lust as well as emotional confusion within me. As an unsophisticated young man I couldn’t believe some of the stories about lovemaking, especially the size of the men’s cocks depicted in pictures or stories.

When it came to me and sex with others maybe I just didn’t measure up. Although not as well-endowed as the characters illustrated in the magazines I thought my manhood to be ample. The more I pored over the magazines the more I tried to convince Darleen that our mock lovemaking acts needed to expand in scope, but she resisted my suggestions. Phillip never seemed to get into sex the same way as me. What was wrong with me?

Phillip didn’t seem to experience the same rush as me, and Darleen refused to expand our sexual repertoire. I needed to find a happy medium between my two partners, or maybe I needed to find a new partner more inclined and ready to accept me. I didn’t consider myself a narcissist, but concessions needed to be made by my partners so sex could become more enjoyable.

I had to face facts my sex life was running on fumes I thought on that Friday morning as I threw a few personal belongings into my overnight bag. The first of the week Phillip surprised me with an invitation to spend the week with him at his parent’s cabin. Of course I’d drive. We were going to leave after work Friday. The drive would take a couple hours getting us to the cabin on the lake about six in the evening. As expected, Darleen threw a snit when I told her about my plans, but I decided to go with Phillip anyway instead of spending time with her.

Maybe a secluded trip with Phillip might be the prescription for my preconceived inadequacy and my absence might make Darleen’s heart grow fonder. Friday afternoon with my car packed we clocked out at four, put the top down and began the drive north towards the lake. That first hour we rode in silence. I waited for Phillip to break the silence. Finally, he asked, “You think you’d like to try some new stuff this week?”

“Like what?”

“Like maybe adding another guy into the mix.”

“I guess,” I said caught a little off guard. “Who?”

“My cousin…You’ll like him.”

Phillip arranged for his older cousin by marriage to meet us at the cabin. Even though not pleased learning that Phillip may have exchanged personal information with his cousin about us and our secretive exploits I didn’t object; however, the last thing I needed, for my parent’s, Darleen or the world to know I might be leading a secret life as a queer. That type news would devastate my folks and surely break my girlfriend and me up.

The more Phillip described his cousin the more excited I became thinking about him. Without warning Phillip reached over putting his hand into my crotch saying, “My oh my, what do we have in here?”

Listening to Phillip describe his cousin aroused my cock. As my friend continued rubbing my erection running down the inseam of my right leg in a soft smooth manner I said, “You know if you keep that up I’m gonna cum.”

Phillip continued rubbing my cock as I turned onto a secondary road that led towards the lake. We weren’t the only people using the road that evening. Once we arrived at the cabin a red Corvette convertible sat in front of the cabin. I pulled up and parked my hotrod behind the Vette. As Phillip promised an athletically handsome redheaded male bounced out of the roadster approaching us. “Nice looking yellow submarine,” he said.

“Actually, my brother named the hotrod Yellow Submarine,” I said.

At a loss for words I stood next Phillip wanting the gorgeous redhead who flashed a big white smile to take me and fuck me just like one of the characters in the stories I’d read. Slowly he began walking around the car eyeballing all the features and paint scheme before asking, “What’s under the hood?”

“Modified flathead,” I said lifting the hood so the handsome stud could get a better look at the mill covered with chrome.

As I gained more confidence I stood back checking out the redhead’s body and body language before I began giving him a basic rundown on the history of the car and my brother. Once I told him about my brother’s death our eyes met, his eyes filled with a look of empathy, as he looked up from the engine compartment.

“Sorry about your brother man…Lost my cousin in that fucking war.”

Intimate gazes followed. We both had something in common. We wantonly studied each other from top to bottom. I liked what stood before me. The robust stocky redhead stood as tall as me. Around five feet eleven inches, but had about ten maybe fifteen pounds of muscle on me. The athletic guy wore his hair cut in a flattop, but what really caught my attention, the two hard nipples protruding from beneath the fabric of his white T-shirt.

After inspecting the engine in the hotrod and each other Phillip began introductions, “Jack Jones this is my cousin Rodney Murphy. Rodney this is my new friend Jack I told you about.”

“Most of my friends call me Murf.”

Murf and I shook hands while continuing to engage each other. When our hands touched a spark of electricity traveled to my crotch with lightening speed. Inside the cabin we began setting things up for the weekend. Phillip opened the windows to let the stale air from inside the cabin outside. He threw his bag on the table where he opened it to reveal linens and other personal items he’d brought for the week.

I put the boxes of foodstuffs away while Murf returned to his car to retrieve his bag and other items, while gone Phillip said, “Hot looking fucker huh.”

“Oh yeah!”

“Wait till you see him undressed and all boned up…Come on help me get the water heater fired up.”

Still somewhat boned up from meeting Murf I followed Phillip outside with a flashlight to turn on the propane tank. Then we went back inside to light the heater. “What about electricity?” I asked.

“That’s something we’ll figure out tomorrow…For now we got lanterns.”

Murf returned bringing the remaining items from his car inside, including a cooler filled with chilled beer. With all outside chores done Phillip and I pulled out the sofa bed in the main room of the cabin to make it up. Murf and I tackled that job while Phillip made up the bed in the bedroom.

When Phillip returned to the main room he said, “You and my cousin can share the sofa bed or one of you can sleep with me in the bedroom tonight.”

I got the feeling that Phillip might be pushing me towards a midnight rendezvous with his cousin. With everything put away and linens on the beds the three of us stripped down to our underwear. Sitting around the table in the dimly lit main room that sultry Friday evening we began drinking cold beer and munching on pretzels. By my second beer I became more anxious to see Murf’s bare body than drink another beer.

The more beer we consumed the looser our conversation became. I learned that Murf, a year older than me planned to start college in the fall or join the Navy, he hadn’t decided. All through the conversation visions of us engaging in torrid sexual affair filled my head. Some of Murf’s conversation hinted about his sexuality. Listening to him my cock grew full size: the head peeking out above the waistband.

Around nine Phillip stood up, yawned and said, “I’m tired…Goin to bed…We got a full day ahead tomorrow.”

Murf suggested that he and I go out to make sure our cars were secured for the night as Phillip headed for the bedroom. Murf and I stood in the dimly lit room for a few seconds admiring the silhouettes of each other’s semi hard cocks revealed beneath our briefs before Murf said, “Come let’s go check to make sure our cars are locked.”

With Murf’s arm around my shoulder I grabbed my beer and began walking next to Murf outside. We stood in the moon lit night where I ask, “What year’s the Corvette?”

“1958,” he replied, “283, 275 horse with four speed.”

“Nice.”

“My dad got it for me as a high school graduation gift…He’s General Motors dealer, so he got a sweet deal on it as a trade-in.”

With those short sentences finished Murf said, “My car’s locked and we can talk car talk tomorrow…Let’s talk about us right now.”

Before I could take a step or say anything Murf surprised me pulling me into his body. With his hands around the back of my neck he began pushing me up against my car. His warm wet mouth covered mine, devouring my mouth with a long soulful kiss while grinding our bodies into each other. I could feel his hard cock and I wanted it. After a few seconds embrace he broke the kiss and whispered in my ear, “I like you and want you…Think you’d enjoy fooling around with me tonight or are you tired too?”

“Hell yes,” I whispered back, “what you got in mind?”

“Whatever you want, “Murf whispered.

“Sure, anything you want to do as long as it’s with you,” I said swallowing hard.

Inside we could see no light in the bedroom. Murf sat down in a chair facing away from the table, pulling me into his lap. Sitting facing Murf we began kissing again. I’d never been kissed by a guy before, so kissing a guy all new to me, but I liked it and it was everything I’d read about. After a few minutes making out Murf began kissing on my neck and ear while tweaking my hard nipple. Once again sending sparks of electricity to my cock. I whispered, “I’ll give you an hour to stop that.”

Murf whispered, “I hope not I want to taste that delicious cum of yours.”

My cock jump hearing that. We resumed making out and every once in a while we’d break for some soft conversation about our likes sexually. As we sat facing each other we continued fondling the other’s nipple while nuzzling each other’s ears and necks. Making out we were sweating.

Standing up Murf guided me towards the sofa bed pushing me easily down onto the bed with him on top. Phillip and I had never indulged in this type or intimate foreplay. Once on the bed we began wrestling around frotting and making out with our hands roaming all over each other’s sweaty bodies.

Damn, my cock so hard it ached, but a pain I enjoyed. I wanted this red hot stud in the worst way. We began pulling each other’s T-shirts off. As soon they cleared our heads Murf began kissing my sweaty chest, licking and gently biting on my hard nipples. All I could do was ooh and ahh under his tender touches. Our bodies contorted so I could get to one of his nipples.

Our bodies sweaty from the sultry summer heat presented a slight salty taste. A little breathless Murf said, “Let’s get outta these briefs…Get naked.”

“Yeah, let’s stay naked for the rest of the weekend.”

We pulled our white shorts off and returned to frotting our cocks touching as we gyrated around on the bed. We told each other how much we wanted the other. All the time I couldn’t wait to get his fat cock in my mouth, but most of all I wanted it to fill my ass.

We began working to position our bodies opposite each other into a sixty-nine position where we began fondling each other’s hard cocks. Because nothing more than ambient lighting in the room I couldn’t get a good picture of Murf’s cock, so I concentrated on tactile exploration. With both hands on Murf’s swollen member I could tell his might be slightly thicker than mine. Although an odor of sweat clung to our crotches that made no difference to me. I wanted to taste his hard cock and I could tell by his enthusiasm he wanted mine.

At first I took his cockhead into my mouth where I began kissing and licking it. After a few minutes the sweaty taste began to dissipate. Murf pulled his mouth off my cock to ask, “Do you swallow or get close and then jack off to finish?”

I whispered back, “I don’t give a fuck…Whatever you want…I just want to suck your cock all night…All week long.”

Murf chuckled as he resumed sucking my cock. I could tell there was no naiveté or reticent on his part when it came to sucking cock. He didn’t try to choke himself on it by deep throating; instead took his time performing around the cockhead, and then licking and sucking on my balls.

Suddenly I felt his hand move inside my thighs towards my rectum. I opened my legs letting his finger begin touching my asshole. I jumped with excitement at the touch. No one had ever caressed my asshole before, but Murf’s touch sent shivers throughout my body. I let out a pleasurable sigh to signal I wanted him to continue.

Murf’s trolling finger kept prodding, pushing and rubbing my pucker. I wanted Murf to finger fuck me. Hell, I wanted him to fuck me with his fat cock. He began letting the drool of saliva from sucking my cock run into the crack of my ass as he began working his finger into the opening. Again, I let out sighs of pleasure to signal go ahead and finger fuck me.

After a few more minutes Murf had his finger full inside my asshole. I decided to see if he might be receptive to mine. He accepted my finger. We lay there oohing and ahing finger fucking and sucking each other for a few minutes. Our bodies began to tense up. I could feel the verge of an explosive ejaculation and I’m sure the same for Murf. Although his precum had been tasteless his cum tasted a little salty, but not a bad taste.