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Subject: {ASSM} A True Story - My First Cock Ch. 1.txt
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My First Cock
Chapter 1: Jerking Off
This all happened in the fall of '82, my freshman year in college.
Charlie, was about 5' 6" tall, maybe 140 lbs. and very muscular. I was 5'
8" and about 135 lbs. Oh yeah, Charlie was black too.
At the age of 18, I was still very naive about sex. I had only been
with one girl, and for that matter had only had that one girlfriend.
Homosexual activities had never entered my mind. (I know what you're
thinking, "All boys go through some homosexual experimentation", well not
me)
I didn't meet Charlie until after freshman orientation, which lasted a
week. He was on the Lacrosse team, and I was in ROTC, and we were both
kept pretty busy during that time. It wasn't until the first week of
classes that we met, again because of his having practice early in the
morning and me having drill for the Air Force. Every morning we would get
up and hit the showers at 6:00AM while all of our other dorm mates were
sleeping off their hangovers.
I had never really known a black man until I met Charlie. I had gone to
a rural high school, and there was not one black person in the entire
school. That in itself was something new to me, but the other thing was
that Charlie destroyed all the stereotypes of blacks I had ever seen. He
was intelligent, well spoken, etc. In fact, he was really no different
than everyone I had known all my life, except for his skin color (and
something I'll get to in a while). This came as a shock to me, being the
naive hick that I was, but Charlie and I hit it off very well right from
the start.
The only thing about Charlie that lived up to my expectations of black
men was the size of his cock! We had always heard that black men had big
ones, and Charlie sure did nothing to eliminate that myth. Now, I had seen
plenty of cocks, you can't go through gym class showers and not see them,
but I never really noticed them until I saw Charlie's. This thing hung
down half way to his knees!
Through the first week of morning showers, I would keep stealing glances
at his huge cock, trying not to let Charlie see me doing it. (I found out
later that he made sure to keep facing me as much as possible, and to spend
extra time washing his big cock and balls) I began getting bolder with my
watching as the week progressed, and I have to admit, looking back, that I
was beginning to look forward to our morning showers together.
Things changed during the second week of school. Monday morning, I had
woken up with a raging hard-on. Rather than jerk off, which I usually did,
I just stuffed it in my shorts grabbed my shower kit and headed down the
hall to the showers. Charlie was already in the bathroom shaving and when
he saw me walk in the room with my shorts tented out he joked about me
being glad to see him. I laughed, somewhat embarrassed, and replied that
if he had the dream I had he'd be like this too. He came back with "I'd
have to fold mine in half to be like that!" I laughed, called him an
asshole and started the shower.
Charlie came in the shower a few minutes later, big cock swinging,
looking bigger than ever (Charlie told me later that he had stroked it a
little before he came into the shower), looked over at me and said "Damn!
That must have been some dream, you're still hard! What was it about?"
I replied " I can't remember exactly, but it been so long since I got
laid, it doesn't take much!"
He laughed and said, "You need one of these," grabbing his cock and
waving it around, "I fucked one chick during orientation and I think the
entire female population already knows about it!"
"I don't think I'd know what to do with something that big", I blurted
out, thinking "where the did that come from?"
He just smiled and said, "Well just come over here and I'll show you!"
"Fuck that! I ain't no fag! I ain't touching your dick!" I said
angrily.
"Who said anything about touching? I'm just going to show you how to
use this big piece of meat. Besides, it looks like you could use a little
relief yourself," he said, nodding his head toward my crotch.
"I don't know Charlie, what if someone comes in and catches us?
"No one's gonna catch us. No one but us gets up this early, and even if
they do, they're only taking a leak and that's on the other side of the
room."
I had to admit (at least to myself), that I was interested in seeing
Charlie jerk off. I just had this fascination with that big cock of his,
and I really did want to see it completely erect. I think Charlie could
sense that I was on the edge, because he said to me, " Fine, do what you
want but I'm jerking off."
"Fine", I replied, "do what you want."
Charlie began stroking and milking that big piece of meat, making it
grow and stiffen. As much as I felt I shouldn't be watching this, I
couldn't turn away. In fact, I felt myself being pulled closer to get a
better look.
Never looking away from what he was doing, Charlie said, "If you're
gonna stay, you could at least show me how you work yours, too."
Hesitantly, I reached up and grabbed my rock hard cock. God I was hard!
Harder than I ever remember being, and here I was jerking off in the shower
with another guy!
Charlie said, "Go slow, don't cum until we're both ready, okay?"
"I'll try," I grunted.
I pulled my cock slowly, and used my left hand to fondle my balls,
watching Charlie pull on his still growing cock. "How big did this thing
get?" I wondered. It already looked twice as big as mine, and he wasn't
fully hard yet!
"How big does it get?" I heard myself asking.
"I don't know exactly, never measured it." He replied.
(For the record, I later measured it at 10 3/4" long and 6 1/2" in
diameter. A hell of a lot bigger than my 6" length and 3" diameter.)
Unconsciously, I had been moving closer to Charlie, until we were
standing cock to cock, stroking our meat. That's when it happened. I
accidentally bumped Charlie's cock with the back of my hand. I pulled
away, but Charlie just stood there and let out a little moan.
"Yeah," Charlie whispered, "help me with this!"
"Charlie....." I began to protest, but my body betrayed me, my hand
reaching out and tentatively began rubbing the head of his amazing cock.
I was acting as if in a trance, as if I were watching someone else doing
what I was doing to Charlie, unable to stop myself, and truth be told, not
really wanting to. Just the way it felt, the soft spongy head, the full
hard black shaft, the weight and the way it filled my hand, it was familiar
and yet completely foreign. I had completely forgotten about my own cock,
concentrating on this wonderful piece of meat in front of me.
"Oh man! Yeah, that's it! Keep going, I'm almost there!" Charlie
panted.
I stroked him even faster, using all the "special moves" that I enjoyed.
Charlie's breath was becoming ragged, and his hips were starting to buck,
and I knew he was almost there.
Then with a huge grunt and thrust of his hips, Charlie began spurting a
huge load all over my stomach, cock and balls. Much to my amazement, my
own cock began spurting its own sticky load, covering my hand and Charlie's
cock and balls. I stood there drained and stunned, Charlie's softening
prick still in my hand.
Charlie whispered, "Wow! That was great! But we gotta get cleaned up
before someone comes in here."
He slowly removed my hand from him and quickly washed our combined cum
off of us and down the drain. We quickly dried ourselves off and somewhat
self-consciously (at least on my part), walked down the hall to our
respective rooms.
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