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Lesson 1

Place one hand at the base by grabbing and stroking the penis, which will help the penis erect and in position. It can also keep the foreskin of an uncircumcised man out of the way.

That afternoon the locker room smelled of sweaty jocks and muskygroins. We were playing a team from a school across town. As I walked in,both teams were horsing around in various stages of naked rivalry, flashingtheir equipment for all to see and compare. I looked around at thecompetition, seeing nothing new. Standing in front of my locker, I pulled off my jeans and stripped tomy underwear, a faded pair of cotton briefs with writing all over them.They were my favorite, but I usually didn't wear them in public. Hookingmy fingers in the snug waistband, I eased them down over my bulging crotch. "Hold on," I heard a voice next to me say, "I'm reading." Looking around, I recognized a guy I'd never seen before, but hadheard a lot about. He was a something of a legend at the other school. Theguys referred to him as Meat, a title he wore proudly and apparentlyjustifiably, as the huge bulge in his overloaded jock strap would seem toindicate. "Sorry," he said, indicating my shorts, "It looked interesting. I wasreading it." I smiled, slightly embarrassed, but continuing to slide my underweardown over my thighs, I pulled it off, allowing my thick, heavy endowment toswell rather noticeably out into its newly-acquired freedom. Dropping allpretenses, he stared openly at my dick as it swayed openly, his facecoloring slightly as he realized he was checking out the only realcompetition he had on my team. "Here," I taunted him, holding my underwear in front of me, "if youwant, finish what you started." His eyes moving over my exposed groin, I stood, legs apart, as heleaned over, pretending to read the printed words. I watched his dickpushing conspicuously against the pouch of his jockstrap until, realizinghe was salivating between another boy's thighs in the locker room, heregained his composure. "We'd better dress out," he said, returning to his locker. Both of us having made a point, we finished dressing and wentseparately into the gym to join the others. A couple hours later, the game over, both teams ran around the trackseveral times before going to the showers. There were so many guys packedinto the small area we were literally butt to butt. Everyone's dick,flushed and swollen from the rigors of the game, was pressed often againstthe others' naked bodies in the chaos, sometimes even accidentally. Looking around the shower, I checked out a few new bodies. Everyonedid it, at least the first time they'd seen the other guy naked. I didn'tsee a lot that impressed me, although some held my attention a fewmoments. Glimpsing a nice body not far from mine, the full cheeks of hisbutt set off by his tan lines, I moved closer, soon realizing it was Meat. His eye catching mine, he moved toward me until, sharing a showerhead, we scanned each other's body, inevitably comparing what we saw. Hisdick was indeed very large, much larger than I'd expected, but not yet asbig as mine. Facing each other, both our dicks dangling side by side, he wasobviously comparing the two, not happy with what he had to admit tohimself. Soon his began to swell until it seemed we were close to a tie,but just before it came to a draw, we left the shower area, covered by ourtowels. Round two completed, but still no score recorded, he went into themedicine room, probably to have his knee rewrapped. I leaned back on thebench in front of my locker, drying my feet and remaining as naked aspossible as the crowd in the locker room thinned out. By that time he'dreturned to his locker, most of the guys were gone and the view of us fromthe medicine room was blocked by a row of lockers. We had the perfect spotfor the showdown. Seeing him come toward me, his cock pushing out the front of histowel, I pulled up off the bench slowly, standing in front of my locker.Taking off our towels, we tossed them on the bench and faced each othersquarely, standing firmly, our legs spread apart. Neither of us spoke,only running our eyes over each other's body, but lingering in the crotcharea. "You got quite a dick," he observed. "Your balls are a good size too." We remained silent a moment longer. He looked away, seeming to bechecking out the medicine room. Then moving closer, he spoke again, thistime is voice more frustrated as he surprised me with his bluntness. "Are you hard or what?" "No," I replied, unconsciously covering myself with my hand. "This isthe way it always is." "I don't believe you," he said sharply. "It looks hard to me." "See for yourself," I said, pulling my hand away, my dick bouncingagainst my thigh. "Go ahead," I challenged him, legs parted, my heavy dickswaying intimidatingly, only inches from his hand. Visibly surprised at first, he hesitated, staring silently at my cock,then at the floor, and then slowly moving back on my dick, his hand movingvisibly closer to my crotch where it stopped, just short of touching itsswollen mushroom head. Standing nervously in front of him, I closed my eyes, trying tocontrol body and appear relaxed. Then, as my heart began to pound, I feltthe warmth of his hand slide around my dick, griping it lightly at first,then more and more firmly as his excitement seemed to grow. "No," he said softly and in disbelief, "it really isn't hard, is it?"Then, looking up at me, stroking it downward from the thick base, hemarveled, "It's firm, but not really hard at all." I'd expected him to let go of it soon after that, but he didn't,continuing to fondle its then showy mass as he spoke. "It's very thick andlong. How long is it?" Unable to contain myself, I tried to pull back a little from thesensation of his hand, but he held it firmly. I replied, "I don't know. Inever measured it." Still amazed, we both stood silent for a moment longer as he moved hisbody closer to mine, his hand sliding down the shaft toward the head,squeezing it frequently but not quite stroking it. "The head's as big as a tennis ball," he said, moving his hand over itsthen tingling mass, pressing it into the palm of his hand and rolling itfrom side to side with his fingers. I was speechless. Paying no attention to my reaction, he continued to fondle my swellingshaft, breathing deeply as the sensation radiated throughout my groin, mydick becoming harder inside his grasp. "I measured mine once," he said, "when it was pretty hard. It wassomething like eight inches long and almost seven and three/fourthsaround. That's pretty big, but yours is enormous." "Yes," I replied vaguely, the whole time trying to remain calm as hecontinued to work my dick against the palm of his hands, his thumb at timesstimulating the head. Seemingly fascinated, he stared at it intently. Whenhe spoke again, his voice was quite low, almost imperceptible, as if thewas thinking out loud. "It feels really good . . . hard like a muscle yet . . . so smooth andsoft on the surface. . . like velvet." I couldn't believe how openly he was enjoying it, and was concernedwhere this was going. It really wasn't supposed to be happening. My dickwas then quite hard and so was his, both extending out from our bodies. Iwanted badly to feel his dick too, but hesitated. I don't know why. I wasentitled to. He'd essentially been playing with mine for quite a while, andI wanted the same privilege. Moving my hand down slowly over his thick, hard dick, I wrapped myfingers around its thick girth, squeezing it firmly. I remember thinkinghow like mine it felt, but with a difference. It was a handful, like mine,but I could only feel it from the outside. It wasn't connected to me; thatmade it the more exciting. I liked that difference and before long wasstroking it full length, fascinated by its solid firmness and sheer weight. He didn't react at all, except to move the side of his body againstmine, nervously rubbing the cheeks of my butt. We stayed in this positionfor several moments, fondling and playing with each other's dick and thenballs as well. Neither of us spoke. The room seemed empty. Squeezing his cock, stroking it gently the way he was squeezing mine,I moved my fingers over the thick, sticky beads of precum which had begunto ooze heavily from the slit of the bulging head of his cock. His body jerking slightly from the sensation, he immediately began tobreathe more rapidly as I massaged the glistening beads lightly around thehead with my thumb. Moaning audibly as he slid my hand gently off hisdick, he moved his dick firmly against mine own, rubbing the two againstone another inside his hand as stroked them both as one, as best he could. For me the sensation was incredible. I knew almost immediately we wereboth going to cum soon if he kept that up, and I also knew that wasimpossible, not there in the locker room. Closing my eyes, determined tohold back, I felt his lips against my neck as he asked, "Are you close?" "Oh, yes," I replied, "very." "Me too," he almost whispered. "You want my cum?" I didn't know what to say, but it didn't matter. Before I couldreply, he directed me to sit down on the bench next to my locker. Then,moving between my legs, he took his dick loosely in his hand and dragged itlightly against my lips, obviously wanting me to suck it. "Go ahead," he urged. At first too stunned to react, I partly my lips only slightly, tryingto decide whether to do this or not. I wanted to, but not under theseconditions. Then, as I tasted the sticky emission from the stained head ofhis dick, I also caught the musky scent of his thick bush. After that, Iwasn't sure where this was going, but I made a decision to go with it. Opening my mouth enough to feel the head of his dick slide just insidemy moist lips, I felt his body stiffen and his moans intensify as I slowlysucked the head deeper inside the warmth of my mouth, feeling it twistagainst my tongue as his body shook. I braced myself as he fucked my mouth,until suddenly I felt his dick slide from my mouth as he stepped back, Ilooked up at him in amazement. "Sorry," he said, wiping off the head of his dick, "but you've got thewrong boy here. I don't go in for this kind of thing. I'm not gay." I sat there in amazement, feeling like a fool, as he calmly began todress. But then I got pissed. Really pissed. I'd let him manipulate me intonot only revealing myself to him, but degrading myself in the process. Andnow to the rebuffed like that? No, I wasn't going to take it. "You say you don't go for in for this kind of thing," I said loudly,paying no attention to who might hear, "but you do go in for showing offyour dick to anyone who'll look at it, and you definitely enjoyed playingwith mine until yours was hard and leaking like a sieve. You're just pissedbecause I've got the bigger dick." At first he said nothing. Then, starting to leave, he turned from thedoorway. "Guys expect me to let them admire me," he explained, a hint ofsarcasm in his voice. "That's the only reason I do it. Oh, you win thecompetition, but I take home the only prize."