The Path To Fruition, Still A Dick Man

When I was 14 the boy across the street, he was a senior, showed me his dick. It wasn't like come here and let me show you my dick, we were talking outside and he invited me in and he showed me his tennis trophies, and he showed me his dick. It was big enough, he let me grab it with my hand and he had me stroke up and down and put his dick in my mouth. That's all, it never happened again.

I had my first complete wet dream dreaming of his dick, but it went further, I dreamt that he fucked me. The dream was real, so real, it was the most vivid dream of my life, and I emptied my balls for the first time. My mother, who made our beds, pinched my cheek and told me I was becoming a little man. I didn't know what she was referring to, but after that there was a towel under the sheets.

I never had interest in any girl. My mother and her friends set us up, everyone was set up in those days, take Cindy to the mall and take care of her. Take Mindy to her dental appointment and afterwards take her for ice cream, she's having her braces adjusted. Go with Suzie and wait for her to get her nails done, and this time pay, don't let her pay, I was sixteen and I could drive and these girls were fourteen. I never touched one, never even tried. Although thinking back I saw a lot of leg and ass, and Suzie held her breasts in her hands telling me that her bra was too tight.

I got to college, the girls I left behind got boyfriends, and I was left out. Such nice girls, they were eating out of your hand, you could have had anyone of them, but no you weren't interested and now some other boy is showing them that he is a man.

I went to college, in the dorm, one of those dorms with small rooms, two beds and the communal bathrooms and showers. I hated it the day we arrived, But, I saw other boys taking a shower, washing their dicks, their naked asses. Everyone knew that in a communal shower you don't bend over to pick up the soap. But that didn't mean I couldn't bend at the knees to pick up his soap looking up at his dick before giving it back to him.

I loved dicks. Loved as in 'loved' dicks. All kind of dicks showed up in the dorm, there was even a kid from Uruguay who hadn't been circumcised. I didn't like his dick, but he had nice legs and a nice ass. He was smaller than the norm, but aggressive as hell. He would fuck his way through college and leave a wide swath of used pussies along the way. Not my kind of guy.

In my second year I moved in with three other guys. My roommate stood over my bed stroking his dick. I was looking up from my pillow, his hard dick in his hand, his tight balls, his ass crack, I looked up to his eyes and he had that 'twinkle' in his eye, that smile. I reached up and grabbed his dick, sat up and stroked his dick and put it in my mouth. Now I was in college. What a dick, a real dick, a dick that shot cum, cum to lick up, cum to use to keep jacking him off. One day I was 'lonely' and then one day I had a dick to suck, a dick to fuck me, a dick, a real dick. A dick with cum.