His name was Cliff.An eighteen year old best mate. You know those friends you have when your a kid, the ones that you always get into trouble with, the ones you're always around if your not at home? That was Cliff.
Cliff was naturally well-built. He had one of those bodies that seemed made for sex and hunting. Naturally tanned and lightly hairy he oozed masculinity.
We were pretty normal teenage mates. And because of that we often had a drink or two and crashed out in the others room.
I remember the first time I saw his dick too. I was staying at his place, on the sofabed in his room. Well positioned to be in front of the TV.
He crashed out early one night while watching a movie, and I was sat there with a close-up view of his big feet. Not something I find very attractive I have to say.
But I needn't have worried, he was only in loose boxers, and at his first sleepy move to the side his large cock flopped out through the riding up leg of this boxers.
Of course, I was fascinated. I watched him discreetly from my place on the sofa bed and felt my own cock stiffen in my shorts.Slowly, and cautiously, I released my meat from my boxers and stroked.
His cock was perfect, dark, thick, uncut. His balls were heavy and wrinkled, cascading over the muscles of his thigh.
Within moments I was close to shooting a load and had to abscond to the bathroom to fire my wad into the toilet.
It must have been another month before our next encounter. But it was to be a great one.
I'll tell you about that later.
