It was one of those Sundays with nothing happening, but there was a dance recital at the local high school. I happen to like that sort of thing, so I went. The high school auditorium was terrible for that kind of presentation. The stage was too deep so from the side seats you couldn’t see half the action. The stage was too high so from the front seats you couldn’t see the dancers from the knees down.

There was a big box-like structure in the middle of the seats, which I’d been told is the audio control booth, but which blocked the view from many seats. But none of this mattered because the show was awful. The poster had shown a ballerina and a modern dance pair. The only ballerinas were a group of preteens wobbly showing the few steps they had learned. There was a baton twirler, an acrobatic dancer and some bad tappers.

I had moved a couple of times trying to improve my line of sight, but it hadn’t improved the show. There were plenty of empty seats, because most of the people there seemed to be family or loyal friends. I had settled into my third choice of seat next to a young woman and her male companion when I felt a hand patting my leg. I looked and saw it was the companion.

He said, “Hi, I’m Hugh. We’re in trig class together.”

“Of course, I hadn’t looked your way,” I said, “What are you doing here?”

He said, “This is my sister Judy. She dragged me here.”

Judy nodded, “Hi. Yeah, I’m guilty and I’ll never hear the end of it. Isn’t this terrible?”

We kept talking and no one near seemed to mind. The rows of seats were staggered so your seat was between the two seats in the row in front of you. Hugh climbed over the back of his seat and relocated so he was in the seat behind Judy’s and mine so we could turn slightly and chat easily. It was a very pleasant and casual conversation. I don’t know why we didn’t get up and leave, but we were enjoying our talk so much we had tuned the show out. When it finally ended we went out into the street and Judy said she had to get home to the kids (she was Hugh’s older sister) and offered us a ride, but Hugh said it was okay, we’d take the bus. After she had left we decided to walk instead.

It had been a hot day and, although it was late afternoon, it was still quite warm. Hugh said he was hot and pulled off the polo shirt he was wearing.

I asked him if he worked out and he beamed and said, “Yeah, how’d you know?”

I said he had a nice chest and arms, and he looked down at his body and said, “Thanks. That makes it worthwhile. I just want to improve my abs. I’d like one of those six-packs you can see.”

We walked on without saying anything and then out of the blue he asked, “Have you ever done it with a guy?”

It was a completely unexpected question. I don’t say I’m butch, but I don’t think I’m that obvious. But I quickly decided a bold question deserved a bold answer, so I said, “I’ve only done it with guys.”

Let me digress here to tell you a quick story. When I had just turned sixteen, an eighteen year old schoolmate convinced me to suck his dick. I liked it. We did it three or four times, and then he fucked me. It hurt like hell, but I liked that too. We never had sex again, but I knew what I wanted, and since then I’ve had sex a couple more times, both times with a different guy.

Anyway, I had answered Hugh’s question with, “I’ve only done it with guys.”

That was followed with a long couple of minutes of silence which he finally broke with, “Would you like to do it with me?”

I said, “With you or to you?”

He said, “Whatever.”

Intrigued, I asked, “When?”

He said, “Now. I mean today.”

“Where?” I asked.

He said, “We can go to my house. On Sunday evenings my folks are at church until late.”

The outstanding thing about this dialogue is it was completely innocuous, just two seventeen-year-olds talking, as if they were planning on going swimming at the local pool.

When we got to his house we sat on the living room sofa and he said, “What now?”

I asked him, “Have you ever done this before?”

He grinned and said, “No, but I think I’m about to.”

I told him, “Well, we get naked first.”

I figured if I was the teacher we were going to do it my way. Hugh quickly stripped down to his socks. I don’t want to try to form a picture of Hugh in your mind, but I do want to specify a couple of things. His hair was the color of tarnished copper, like an old penny, and stood up on his head in a poof. The hair on his body was a lighter shade of orange, which I found a turn-on. And his cock! His cock reminded me of a sweet potato. Well, not really, but it was fatter in the middle than at both ends with the foreskin stopping right at the tip. It was a really nice size, and it was still soft. I was fascinated. I finished kicking off my briefs and sat back down next to him, pushed him gently back and leaned over and took his cock in my mouth.

He gasped and said, “Oh, jeez.”

I proceeded to make it grow hard and sucked it and licked it for several minutes while he breathed hard and rolled his head back and forth.

Then I came up for air and he opened his eyes and looked at me, smiled and shook his head, saying only, “Wow.”

I looked down at my raging hard-on and said, “You’re turn.”

He looked dubious, but bent over and gingerly took my dick in his mouth. After sliding his mouth up and down it for only a couple of minutes he stopped.

I asked, “Well, Mr. First-timer, how was it?”

He chuckled and said, “Icky. Weird.”

I said, “This was all you’re idea. For my part, I think it was a good one,” and went back to sucking his yummy cock.

After about fifteen minutes I stopped and said, “Go get some Vaseline.”

He looked at me questioningly, but I just said, “Do it.”

When he brought it I pulled a cushion off the sofa and lay on the floor with the cushion under my hips. I smeared the Vaseline around my asshole and then lay on my back with my legs widely splayed. Of course by this time Hugh knew what was next and knelt between my legs.

I told him to go slowly as I wasn’t practiced in doing this. He rubbed the exposed head of his cock over my asshole, anticipating what was to come, and then gently started pushing it in. I think the shape of his cock made it easier to go in, and once half in slide the rest of the way quickly.

Once in he simply said, “Wow, this feels fantastic. I love it.”

He started fucking his cock in and out, almost letting the head slip out but sliding it back in all the way. It felt fantastic to me too, better than I had ever imagined. After several minutes of watching his cock pounding my ass he fell forward pressing his body against mine and trapping my dick between our stomachs. His movements were massaging my dick and I didn’t want him ever to stop.

He lying atop me gave me the opportunity to kiss and gently bite his neck and stick my tongue in his ear. My doing so seemed to stimulate his thrusts and without warning I came on our combined stomachs. Possibly the feel of my hot cum on his stomach brought him to the zenith and he started shooting his cum into my love chute, shot after shot after shot. At the moment he began to come, to my delighted surprise, he grabbed my hair in one fist and pressed his mouth onto mine forcing his tongue into my mouth in a passionate kiss.

When he had emptied his balls he slowly pulled his spent cock out and rolled onto his back and said, “Wow. Holy shit.”

I said, “We shouldn’t have done that without a condom.”

He said, “Whatever.”

The following Saturday Hugh called me and asked if I wanted to go see a movie. I said, “You mean like on a date?”

He said, “No, not like on a date. You know, just go to the movies, like, I guess, yeah, on a date, fucker. I got my folk’s car, so I’ll pick you up at seven.”

After the movie he said his folks were at home so we couldn’t go there, but he really wanted to do it again. That was all he had thought about all week. The garage at my house opens into the alley, but we never use it as it’s full of junk. Dad parks on the street under the trees that line our street, and the car is always dirty and covered with bird shit. I told Hugh we could go and park in front of our garage door. When we got there he kissed me, but not in a serious way and started trying to get my pants down. I told him we couldn’t fuck in the car. He said why not, the back seat would do. I didn’t think it wise to get naked in a situation like that. A neighbor could come driving down the alley going to their garage.

“And,” I said, “Did you bring the Vaseline?”

He just said, “Shit!”

I said, “Don’t worry. Let me suck you off.”

He frantically unzipped his chinos and pulled his cock out. I told him to cool it and to pull them down so I could get to his whole package. He did and I sucked and licked his cock and balls while he ran his fingers through my hair and fondled my neck and ear, sometimes reaching down and feeling his cock going in and out of my mouth. He also reached over and started groping my dick. I unzipped my pants and he fished my hard dick out and jacked and played with it. When I felt he was close to coming I took over jacking my dick and right after he came I shot off, spraying cum on the carpet of his folk’s car.

When the last of the cum had oozed out of his cock I sat up and started to kiss him. He turned his head away and said, “You ate that stuff.”

I said, “Yeah, I swallowed every last drop, so it’s all gone, and besides it’s your stuff. And if you don’t kiss me right now, I’ll never taste another drop of it.”

He said, “You wouldn’t.”

I said, “You want to find out?”

He said, “Come here” and kissed me.

We sat there for another fifteen minutes kissing and talking about nothing, then I said it was getting late and I’d better go in. He asked if we could get together the next day, since his folks would be at church, and I thought, ‘why not?’

That Sunday was much like the previous Sunday, except there was no awkward getting into it. This time after we had finished fucking I told Hugh that although I loved having him fuck me, I somehow preferred sucking him off till he came in my mouth. I just enjoyed the sensation of his cum in my mouth and flowing down my throat. So it was decided that we’d alternate. However the very next week, it didn’t happen that way.

When I got to his house (my mom and dad had met him and we had invented a story of us studying on Sunday evenings to prepare for the coming week) I asked why we kept having sex on the living room floor when he had a comfortable bed. We got naked and got in bed and started making love for the first time. I mean, not just kissing, but rolling around rubbing our bodies together and pressing our cocks together and kissing each other’s bodies and licking tits and all of that passionate stuff. He obviously still didn’t like the idea of sucking cock, but he kissed and licked all around my groin area, and in a fit of heated passion I rimmed his asshole. I had never done that before, and it suddenly occurred to me that might put a damper on the kissing, but it didn’t. He didn’t seem to think negatively about it, and of course loved my doing it. And of course he ended up fucking the hell out of me.

And that evening set the course for the rest of our seventeenth year and into our eighteenth. Not every week, but very nearly so, we made wonderful love and had marvelous sex, and Hugh eventually learned to suck me off, though I don’t think he ever really enjoyed that part of it. Certainly not as much as I relished sucking the cum from his balls. By the way, we never did use condoms. As Hugh would say, whatever.

But all good things come to an end. We graduated and at the end of the summer I entered the university. Hugh enlisted in the military (for my own reasons I choose not to say which branch). He came home a couple of times on leave, and we got together to resume, or continue, our love affair. But something had changed. We did everything the same as before, but it wasn’t the same. Somehow it was different, and although we didn’t say anything about it, I’m sure Hugh felt the same as me. Anyway, he didn’t come home again, or if he did he didn’t contact me. A couple of years later my mom sent me a newspaper clipping saying Corporal Hugh ***** had married a young woman from North Carolina.

I wish him all the happiness and fond memories possible.