"Did y'ever taste yer cum?" Jerry's question didn't surprise me; nothing ever surprised me where he was concerned.
"No, but I've wanted to," I told him, laughing, "I really looked forward to it, but once I got off, I didn't have the urge to taste it; I've sniffed it though and I didn't think it smelled that good."
"Yeah, I agree," Jerry, said, disappointedly. "J'ever try to get yer dick in yer mouth?" He asked, grinning.
"One time, I tried so hard I thought I was gonna break, but I didn't ever get close enough to spit on it. You?"
"I come close enough that I'm encouraged to keep on trying. Tommy Lupino can do it; he does it like it's nothin'."
"That's a load of horse pucky," Hank said, positively; "I wouldn't believe anything that guy told me."
"No! It's true, Hank, Lupino proved it to me; he can get nearly all his cock in his mouth...He's got a big mother, Hank; must be eight or, maybe even nine inches long." Jerry said, wide-eyed.
"Where were yuz when he did it, Jer?"
"His garden shed. He asked me if I wanted to watch, an' besides that, he tried to help me do it." Jerry said, smiling proudly.
"How?" Hank asked, curiously, "How did he help ya?"
"He had his hands on my head an' kept pushing my mouth closer and closer to my knob. An' ya know what, Hank, I touched it with my tongue; got it right on my pee hole," he told Hank, beaming proudly, "That's why I'm so encouraged; Tommy offered to help me anytime I want."
"Ya gonna try it again, I mean with him?"
"Naw, I really didn't feel safe in the shed. Like, his father could've come to get something, or maybe one of his brothers could come in," he explained.
"Can his brothers suck themselves?"
"Shit, Hank, I don't know... Maybe you could do it, too, if ya had somebody to push on yer noggin, Jerry suggested," grinning from ear to ear."
"Ya wanna be a pusher, Jer?" Hank asked, after a moment of pondering. "Maybe we could both help each other?"
"Sure," Jerry quickly agreed, "but we'd hafta find us a place where we'd be sure nobody's gonna barge in on us; I don't think it'd work if we were nervous all the time."
Jerry and I trusted each other completely. We were only kids in the church choir when we met; and now, at eighteen, we had been best friends for more than eight years. He was as cute as an angel and sang like one, too. About five-eleven and a hundred and seventy-five pounds, he had medium-length, light-brown hair and gorgeous blue eyes; everybody loved him. Jerry was incredibly uninhibited and outgoing. He didn't care a damn about what anyone might've thought of him. As far as he was concerned nothing mattered; He was The Man.
It wasn't long before he he had his plan. His mother played Bridge every Saturday afternoon and would be out of the house for at least four hours. His father would be leaving on a business trip on Friday afternoon and wouldn't return before Monday night. He decided we'd do our pushdowns in the rec room; if anybody returned, unexpectedly, we'd hear the floor creaking above, giving plenty of warning.
"Should we take everything off, Jer?"
"Yeah," he replied, pulling his sweater over his head, "Ya hafta be able to bend freely." In spite of our closeness, I still felt self-conscious undressing in front of him, whereas he seemed to have no problem with it at all. Looking at him, I could understand why it might be easier for him to achieve his goal; though he was very well built, his stomach was all but non-existent. He had a nicely tanned body. I found the contrast between his dark body and his milky-white bubble-butt to be truly dramatic. But, the most dramatic of all was Jerry's long, uncut dick; it was another very valuable tool to make his job easier, I thought.
