NEVER
LESSON ONE
Sleep With A Porcupine
Walt awoke to Matt masturbating. Even with the thick cover of blankets it was obvious what was occurring. Matt's quiet but steady groaning and the thrashing of the covers at his waist made it unnecessary to ask what was going on. Walt's own morning boner took added strength as he pictured Matt's fevered activities without any blankets to block his view. His hand involuntarily grasped at his own crotch.
Matt sensed Walt was awake and aware. "Sorry, I just couldn't shake off this morning hard on. So, I decided to really shake it off, " Matt calmly stated. "I usually take this in there." His eyes darted to the bathroom door. "But, it's too fucking cold. Didn't mean to wake you. And, anyway, doesn't this every happen to you?"
Walt could feel his own cock straining to break out of the constriction of his jeans. He admitted he had the biggest morning hard on of the year and blamed it on the weather. He knew Matt didn't want to hear that it was him and his jacking off, not the weather or the hour, that was the major reason Walt was hard. Even with that lie Walt was apprehensive about what his admission would trigger. But Matt was very matter-of-fact about the situation. His tone of voice, the look he gave Walt, eased Walt's fears.
Matt turned on his side facing Walt. "I think we better beat these mothers together, buddy. If not, neither one of us will be able to be out of bed without embarrassing the other."
Mutual masturbation. Why the hell not, thought Walt. I do it with myself all the time. It's clear so does Matt. Just the offer from Matt had sent Walt's hand down inside his waist band.
Walt unbuckled his belt and pulled down his zipper. His actions though hidden were clear in giving an unspoken acceptance of Matt's offer.
"Turn toward me, Walt, I've got a towel." Matt threw covers across both bodies as Walt slid his clothes down from his waist. Face to face, Matt asked Walt how long he could keep from shooting. Walt found the question strange. He wasn't quite sure what Matt was questioning.
"If I go real slow, I can last quite a while."
Matt grinned and a rush of excitement filled Walt and settled, burning in his gut. "Slow is one way. The way to really get the maximum pleasure out of a hand job is to go for maximum delay. Take it slow and when it starts peaking, you're close to cumming, stop. Let things die down. Think about the fucking cold snow out there. Think about anything clearly non-sexual. Then start up slow again. Repeat the cycle until you've driven yourself and your cock abso-fucking-lootly crazy."
Walt just stared at Matt in disbelief. It wasn't possible. Matt, the pussy hound knew more than he did about the art of self gratification. He nodded, and told Matt that it sounded like a real turn on. Following that, Walt let Matt talk him through an extended delay jack off. Matt seemed to easily recognize when Walt's urge was nearing and got him to ease off. Matt talked out his own near climaxes. When they paused Matt lead them in contemplation of the snow, a discussion of fishing, dust storms, whether they needed to wash the dishes and how may days it had been since the cabin floor had been swept.As they continued their unique masturbation twosome, the blankets gradually fell away. They lay exposed with their pants and underwear bunched around their knees.
"My god, Walt, I didn't know you were hung like a horse. That sure isn't the weapon you carry around in the shower or at the locker room. I now know what's got the girls so hot. When you get full grown down there you are a stud, buddy. Wow, what a super dong." Matt seemed truly amazed and in awe seeing Walt's cock in full splendor for the first time.
Walt felt a glow of pride, and another burst of apprehension. Matt was impressed. But what did it mean? He could see that they both were blessed with large organs. He wanted to say something about Matt's cock. Would he be able to be as calm and casual as Matt? "Mine may be long but yours is a lot bigger around, a regular billy club of a prick," he pointed out, his voice not quivering.
"So we're both well endowed, hot damn, buddy," croaked Matt. "Right now, I'm so fucking hot to cream out my load I don't think I can hold back one more time. Are you close to shooting?"
Walt let himself go with the feeling that was filling him. "Hell, Matt, you've had me there for the last twenty minutes," he groaned. "Let's do it!"
Matt shifted onto his knees and Walt rose up to face him. The heads of their pricks nearly rubbed together when they down stroked at the same time. Walt's insides melted the first time it happened. The pace of their masturbation increased as they both raced for release. Walt felt the sexual tension and passion mounting. His body tensed.
"I'm going to shoot!!" Walt shouted. "I can't stop it! I'm cum-m-m-m-m-ing! Matt!" His body shook as the creamy whiteness spurted out.
Matt seemed fired by Walt's verbal and seminal outpouring. His mouth gaped open. His breath came in harsh gasping pants. When Walt shouted, Matt's hand blurred. His own ejaculation flew in giant strings that splattered all over Walt's hand, cock and belly, dripping down on the towel. Matt added his voice, growling loudly "Watch out world. The touchdown kings are cumming."
For a while they just stared at each other, gasping for breath, trembling with the shock of the climaxes that had possessed their bodies. As their cocks shrunk their breathing slowed. Matt's grin crept over his face. His eyes twinkled. "Hot damn! God damn, hot damn!" he muttered as he started shaking again. Little chortles suck from between his lips. "Damn but that felt fucking good. Oh my sh-i-i-i-i-it, did that feel good."
Walt was amazed. Matt's reaction of open enjoyment, without embarrassment was unexpected. Walt himself felt shaken. He had done sex with another male. He had been picturing that other male nude. He had gotten an erection over that other male. And he had masturbated with that other male. And, worse, he had enjoyed himself. But he couldn't express how he felt. Not openly, like Matt.
In shock Walt felt Matt's hand on his shoulder. "Walt, ol' buddy, didn't mean to drown you. As they say, was it as good for you as it was for me? I think we better clean up. I sort of creamed your shorts. There should be some extra things of mine in the drawers by the bathroom. Help yourself." As he talked, Matt stood and stripped off his clothes. He wiped his limp prick and rubbed Walt's cum off his hand with his own underpants and dropped them on the cum splattered towel. "To the laundry later. Add what you need to the pile, horse cock."
While Walt continued to struggle with the facts of what they had just done together, Matt exited into the bathroom. "Com on ass hole, get your naked butt in here," shouted Matt as he cracked the door open and gestured at Walt.
Afraid Matt would figure something out if he passed on the shower, and with hope that right then he could get through being naked near Matt without becoming aroused again, Walt quickly striped down. He cleaned off with his tee-shirt and joined Matt. Walt was apprehensive as he entered the bathroom but it was quite normal. They were together, each busy with his own shower, like in the past. Matt let go with a few quick snaps of a damp towel afterwards. The grabbed their clothes and struggled into them in front of the fireplace. Matt then took the poker, threw three new chunks of wood on the still red hot coals, and got the fire roaring again.
That done, Matt casually picked up the towel and clothing left crumpled on it, rolled it all up and stuck it in a paper bag. "What's for breakfast, Walt, my man?" he asked like he did almost every morning they stayed over at the cabin.
Walt busied himself rechecking the kitchen. He told Matt that they could have hot oatmeal, toast and coffee. "Unless you want something else. I could try eggs and making fake sausage from some of the hamburger." He wasn't feeling so strange now. He hadn't broken and let Matt know how he felt. Maybe he didn't really have a thing for Matt anyway. Maybe he wasn't 'queer'. Maybe he was like Matt, just a guy that enjoyed anything that tickled his libido. Clearly that was Matt's sexual orientation. He was a do it if it feels good kind of guy. Walt could respect that. Walt even envied that.
With a pot of water for the oatmeal set to boil in the fireplace, Walt taught Matt how to make toast over the open flames using the hot dog forks he had found in a kitchen drawer. Between them they burned up two slices and completed the toasting of four. By then the water was boiling and Walt stirred in the quick oatmeal flakes. Letting that boil briefly, he then dished up two steaming bowls. He sat them, with the sugar, on the floor between the two mattresses right where the towel had been.
"I found some batteries while I was digging around in there," noted Walt. He replaced the radio's dead ones and turned it on. Tuning in the local pop station, he set the radio on the mantle. Maybe we'll get an update on the storm and the local clean up plan."
Matt sat with the soles of his stockinged feet thrust at the fire. He stirred in five spoonfuls of sugar. Bite by bite he inhaled the oatmeal. His toast had been gone the moment it was toasted. Leaning back against a bed frame he watched Walt approach his meal at a more leisurely pace.
"Walt?" Matt's look made it clear he wanted to talk but not intrude on Walt if there was some personal thinking going on with breakfast.
"I'm here, O Exalted One, Thrower of Shit and Other Stuff." Walt's response had them back to their old buddy to buddy rapport.
"I know a guy shouldn't get excited about such things, but, damn it all, you have got the most gigantic angry cock I have ever seen. That thing has got to have been kept damn busy to get that big . . . or you were bred from a fucking stallion." Matt's voice took on a serious tone as he stare firmly at Walt.
"You've been holding out on me about your sexual experiences, haven't you, Walter Larimore Johnston! " It was a statement, not a question. Matt wasn't able to keep his straight and sober face for long. That grin that Walt knew so well stole back onto Matt's face. He winked at Walt.
Walt was taken back by this sudden, to his mind, return to the topic of sex. Particularly to a discussion of his cock. Matt again seemed so genuine in his interest and not perverse. Well, they knew a hell of a lot about each other, Walt thought. What were a few more facts between friends?
"Nope." Walt tried to keep his tone as calm and conversational as possible. "You know about all my experiences. I've had them when you were in the front seat and I was in the back, or visa versa. Before then I was just a solo jack off freak. To be honest, it use to be such a habit I was beating off morning, noon and twice or more at night. I most likely stretched it double length pulling it constantly between ages 12 and 14."
"Damn, man, if that's true . . . "
"I shit you not, Matt. I've just got what I've got. If I grew it I did it beating my meat."
"O.K. then there's a hell of a lot you still have to experience. You came to me a virgin. I never figured that. Damn, Walt, you didn't let on. Amazing. Just fucking amazing." Matt appeared genuinely fascinated with the facts of Walt's sex organ and its lack of experience before they met.
Walt wasn't sure if this conversation was normal, or if it was abnormal. He only knew he was pleased to find his friend was still his friend and was also in awe of his cock. Maybe it's just a guy think, he mused. After all, Matt was the first close friend he had ever had.
"Listen, my friend, we're going to be here for at least today and maybe through tomorrow. Since I didn't embarras the shit out of you with our morning fist fucking session, are you into having a major learning experience now? I can teach you about all the other things I know."
"And what is that, O Ejaculating One?" Walt tried to keep it light and humorous. He was turning to Jello inside. What actually did Matt have in mind? More importantly, could he trust himself anymore in any sexual discussions with Matt?
Matt pulled open a large drawer on the back wall and extracted a legal-size lock box. Opening it with a key from his key chain he extracted and laid on the mattress beside Walt two fists full of pornographic magazines and photographs. "This covers everything I know, and even some things I'm still trying to learn, about sex," stated Matt as he fanned out his treasure. "For a change, I'm going to help you with your eduction, buddy."Sitting cross legged beside Walt, Matt selected articles, photographs or illustrations seemingly at random. With each selection Matt was able to vividly describe the intricacies of the related sex act. His language was graphic and precise when he explained any experience of his own with the same activity. His voice was wistful when forced to admit on some that he was still waiting to be personally involved. With one hand he pointed out features of the illustration or photo or key passages in the text. With his other hand he seemingly absentmindedly kneaded his crotch.
Walt's initial terror turned to fascination. He knew such publications and photographs existed. He wasn't unaware but, until now, had only seen things like 'Playboy' and 'Hustler'. This collection was light years beyond those magazines regardless of the supposed freedom of their language and the famous 'Hustler' beaver shots.
Here, being presented casually by Matt, was everything; women with animals, women with women, women with men, men with men, men with animals, three-ways and more complex orgies that were far beyond Walt's wildest imaginings.
Matt flipped open an article on a male, male, female three way. The full page illustration on the left was a closeup shot of two massive dicks pumping a wet cunt. Walt noticed you could count the hairs on the ball sacks the picture was so crisp. Matt explained that this activity was a fucking thrill particularly if all three got their rocks off together.
"You've done that? You've really done that!!??" Walt couldn't believe his eyes or his ears.
Matt took a break, stretching his legs straight out. "Obviously I have no Indian blood. How do they stay in that position without getting muscle cramps?"
While waiting as Matt rubbed his legs, Walt thumbed through a pile of photographs. One he quickly passed as if it was of no interest, but it firmly burned itself into his brain. This specific 8 x 10 showed an over 30 hunk clearly impaled on a fully erect cock while sucking two younger guys. Their hips were thrust forward so their wet members entered from each side of his mouth. Their faces were turned toward the camera, smiling that 'good sex' smile. What made the entire ensemble so instantly memorable to Walt was that the two young studs being serviced so well were clones of Matt. They had the same build and the same raven locks. They also were endowed with sizable equipment, just like Matt. Together they clearly were the maximum the hunk could fit in his mouth.
With the completion of Matt's next story, Walt went faint and dizzy with a sexual fever unlike anything he had felt before. He collapsed back onto the jumbled bedding. His arousal at all he had seen and been listening to was clear. He hadn't taken Matt up on the offer for replacement underwear and had nothing on under his pants. His cock was straining directly against the confining fabric. Two dark spots showed where liquid had leaked drop by drop from the head of his erection.
"Oh, my, Walter! Buddy, you look ready for your own new experience." Matt grabbed a towel from under the edge of his mattress. He leaned over Walt. "You stop me now if you don't enjoy yourself." he said quietly with a gleam in his eye that made Walt shiver.
Walt was frozen in a wild storm of mixed terror and anticipation as he watched. Matt reached out and opened Walt's pants, slowly. With a wink at Walt he extracted the throbbing prick. Matt's touch was light. Walt's body jumped and then went stiff. Matt manipulated Walt's foreskin up and down over the gleaming glans. Walt brought a hand up onto Matt's forearm. He looked up pleading. He didn't know himself if he was pleading for what he wanted Matt to do, or if he was pleading for Matt to stop, go away.
Matt lowered his eyes and bent down kissing the tip of Walt's dick head. Walt moaned in a welling combination of passion and fear. His hips shifted unwillingly as Matt grasped his pants and shoved them down his legs.
Walt's hand rested on the side of Matt's face as it lowered again toward his throbbing manhood. Matt's tongue licked out and started traveling down Walt's prick. Walt's hand shifted, trembling, in the blackness of Matt's hair as a blackness of ecstasy washed over him. He drifted as in a dream feeling Matt's tongue circling his prick right at the rim where the head joined the shaft. Matt captured the head between his lips as Walt's body jerked and involuntarily bucked into the air. Matching Walt's thrust Matt lowered his head in one smooth motion down over Walt's cock. Walt felt Matt's wetness swallow him whole and heard himself gasp "Yes! Oh! Yes!"
Walt was aware he had both hands atop Matt's head, holding him, pressing his mouth tight on his cock. He felt himself grow inches longer as he passed into Matt's throat. His hips savagely ground his pubic hair against Matt's lips.
Matt lifted, straining against Walt's grip, until his lips again kissed and his teeth nibbled the tip of Walt's leaping blood-pumping muscle. Walt no longer had any control. His hips lifted, stabbing his cock at Matt. Each time Walt trust up Matt plunged down to sheath Walt's flesh with his own. He then withdrew as far as possible, sucking and licking all the way, to descend again with Walt's next lunge.
With each thrust Walt felt he was expanding, growing bigger, longer. He knew he was pumping into Matt's throat shoving down in to Matt's chest. If it continued he would soon be sticking out Matt's ass when he dropped his load. How Matt was avoiding choking as it continued growing Walt didn't know and didn't care. The pleasures surging through him were strong enough that nothing mattered just as long as Matt didn't stop.
But Matt stopped. With his arms hugging Walt he felt the pre-climatic shudders. He lifted his head off Walt's wet, shinny and pulsing organ. Matt sat back with a teasing grin on his face. Walt's hands that had slid off his head reached out begging. Walt dropped them to his groin and one frantically clasped his cock. He needed release. With his hips still thrusting he began masturbating. Matt grasped Walt's wrists and pinned them at his side. Shuddering Walt pleaded with Matt to let him go.
"I'm going to explode if I don't cum, damn it. You fucker, you damn cock sucker, you shit, let me go." Walt was thrashing, trying to break free, close to breaking. Tears were welling in his eyes.
"Remember the joys of extended delay, buddy?" whispered Matt. "You're learning it applies across the board. Want a donut and glass of milk? Think we should march out and gather in some more fire wood?" he asked casually.
Walt's shakes and struggling settled. "Where in hell did you learn about cock sucking? How did you know I was that turned on? What the fuck don't you do, when and with whom or what? Don't you even start to answer that last question, you ass hole!!"
Walt was staggered by what had happened, curious, still burning with desire and trembling inside with an unspeakable fear.
Matt explained that this experience came from family. "My uncle Harry hasn't been able to keep his mouth off me since I turned 13."
"The uncle of yours in Aspen?"
"That's the one, buddy. He's after my ass, actually my cock, every time we visit. I've learned a lot from ol' hairy Harry. Never really enjoyed it with him. But, I did find it was great fun to 'play around' with cousin Harry Junior. Junior's a lot like you. Same basic build. Not as good looking. Not as big down there. No one could be. Man are you hung.
"Anyway, Harry Senior would shit if he knew his son likes to suck cock just like his old man. With Junior it's fun to exchange blow for blow, one after the other or at the same time. You do know that can be done? It's called a 69. Think about it." Matt was again grinning impishly.
Walt's desire mounted as Matt explained his cock sucking background. He slowly stroked himself. Matt reached out and clasped Walt's wrist again. "Want me to finish that for you?" His voice was low, husky, passionate.
"No, Matt, I think I want to start something this time." Walt's eyes locked with Matt's. It was clear that anything he wanted could happen. Walt started unbuttoning Matt's shirt. Matt reached across and tugged Walt's sweater off over his head. Withing seconds clothes were scattered on the bed frames, the floor and, with a wild grab, saved from the fire.
Walt pulled Matt down beside him. "What do you want?" Matt asked.
Walt's reply was simple, "Whatever you want."
With a chuckle rumbling deep in his throat Matt clasped Walt's head in his hands and stared into Walt's eyes. "Then watch out, buddy," he warned. "We're going all the way, around the world and back. Are you sure you want this? You're dealing with an experienced cock sucker, remember. And you do know I've done more? There are things I haven't even got around to showing you in my collection."
"You know the song, Matt, O Erect One. Anything you can do, I can do better. Give me a chance." challenged Walt.
"You, Walter Larimore Johnston, give me shivers." Matt's eyes were glowing, warm. Their purple glint pierced Walt's heart as Matt pulled Walt tight against him. Their lips met. Fire exploded in every blood vessel of Walt's body. He flamed and shimmered with a glow of passion even more intense than he had felt when Matt's mouth had made love to his straining sex organ. Kissing, they sucked tongues as their hands roamed over each other exploring, teasing, tempting.
Matt broke contact. He kissed Walt's chin then moved slowly down, kissing and licking Walt's chest, nipples, belly. Gradually he shifted position. As he reached Walt's cock, Walt's eyes opened to find Matt's erection right in front of his face. It was so enormous.
Walt felt Matt's arms pull him into Matt's mouth. He opened his own mouth wide and closed it over the end of Matt's cock. He felt Matt's tongue licking around and around his rod's head. Walt followed along, working by feel to do to Matt what Matt was doing to him. He was sucking on Matt eagerly as Matt nurtured himself on Walt's throbbing prick.
A thrill of discovery surged through Walt. It was like he was sucking his own cock. Every move was in unison. The pleasures mounted as he gave pleasure back to Matt. Licking down their shafts together they sucked and nuzzled each other's balls. It was new and incredible. Walt found himself moaning with happiness.
Walt felt Matt massaging his butt cheeks as he was pulled deep into Matt's eager mouth. Walt knew he was close to shooting. It built within, making his body throb like he was all cock. Matt reached a hand down and shoved his thumb into Walt's mouth to joint his cock. When he brought his hand back up, Walt felt Matt stick it into his own mouth, right next to Walt's dick as it slid in and out. Then Matt's hands were back hugging Walt close, clasping his rear. His spit-wet thumb slid between Walt's cheeks. It went right to Walt's rectum, pressed and then popped in and wriggled.
Walt blasted off. He screamed, surged, squirted, squirmed, shooting his cum deep into Matt's sucking mouth. Matt's dick flopped free, but his ejaculation was again violently triggered by Walt's. Matt spurted, showering his man juices all over Walt's face. It was warm and salty where it hit Walt's open, gasping mouth. Walt collapsed trembling and moaning as Matt's cum continued dribbling out, running down his chin.
Matt was kissing him again, licking up his own cum, laughing. Walt tasted his cum and Matt's mingled in Matt's kiss. "I could live on a diet of love juice. Male or female it's a liquid I could drink down forever." Matt whispered in his ear.
"You are a crazy mother fucking cock sucking wonder, O Ejaculating One," Walt muttered as he nuzzled in Matt's embrace.
They snuggled together. Brief tremors of sex shook them. Matt chuckled and hugged Walt close. Exhausted their bodies relaxed. Walt could feel Matt's heart beat as it returned to a more normal pace. He felt Matt's lips brush his ear. And then his breathing grew deep and regular. Matt was asleep. Walt lay still, tingling everywhere Matt's arms and body was touching him. A peace and calm rolled over him with the heat from the fire and the warmth of Matt. Walt slept, a contented smile on his face.
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