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Men have a tendency to always compare cock sizes, both metaphorically and literally, from the size of the cars they drive to the secret glances at the urinal. On meeting each other we have to fall into this act of comparison, where are you from, what do you do for a living. Always weighing up the other. Always fighting for supremacy. From boyhood we rarely grow out off this egoic tenancy. I find it so exhausting, the other always riving for the top position of the pack. Like cocks fighting for its territory. But I am not a cock fighter, no the very opposite, I am a cock lover and have been this way from a very early age.   

We are both thirteen years old, best of friends, siting in a darkened room, his parents out for the evening, we take full advantage of their absence. Two cans of coke fresh from the fridge and the video we found hidden in the back of his dad’s closet. We sit back and prepare for this moment of manhood. The cans of coke hiss as we opened them and the video recorder makes a clonking noise as it begins to play. He slowly began to undo his zip, my eyes glancing over but pretending to watch the TV scene. The video recorder was making a whirling sound and the darkened room flickering with the light of the video being played. The film starts abruptly, instantly naked bodies moved rhythmically on the scene, hypnotic in there motion, pink soft flashing being revealed. My heart pondering heavily in my chest, this boy treading into the uncharted land of adulthood. The fear and the excitement was an irresistible cocktail, that was dangerous but it was too late. The chemistry of my teenage body was burning up, lust running through my veins, my cock was as hard as a rock and was throbbing with excitement of what is to come. Teeth by teeth he pulled open the zip to reveal that he was wearing those red tight pants. The ones he wore that time in the changing room when I watched him stripping down shamelessly for football. At that time I couldn’t make out much but this time I could now see the shape of my prize, his pants were swollen with his cock. In the light of the TV I could see the shape of it doming up from his white stomach. I gaze secretly at it, my eyes recording every detail of this moment. Where the tip of his cock touched his pants I could see that the red had turned a darker colour, he was wet with pre-cum. He sat there with his school trousers open exposing his cock to me. He glanced over to me and I quickly refocused onto the scene. A part of my knew he was checking that I was watch him, this performance was for me, although he would never admit this. 

His head turned back to the TV, now focusing completely on the content of the video. On the screen a pair of red painted lips opening slowly, a cowboy laying back on the sofa also unzipping his flies. His cock peering out of some rugged jeans, her mouth opened wider and then she consumed the cock deep into her throat. Damon placed his hand on his cock as he watch her devour the cowboys shiny red helmet. Slowly his thumb moved up and down the shaft of his cock, making the head swell further and throb. The sticky dark stain on his pants began to spread as he thumb began to move faster and with rhythm. 

Now my eyes were fixated on this red mountain, my zip now undone, I reached inside my pants, I was also wet. I grasped my cock inside my pants and began pulling the skin up and down gazing at the show before me. I wasn’t sure if this was real or if I was dreaming, I had no idea of this approaching situation, that this was the night that I would see an errect cock for the first time in my life. As I sat silently and watched, inside I begged for him to reach in and take it out. I didn’t have to wait for long, sure enough, without any shame, he pushed his hand under the elastic of this pants and as he did I saw my first peek of his red wet head peering out at me. The wetness shone in the light of the TV, like a diamond it consumed my attention. The he did it in my move, glancing back once more at me and then back to the scene, he pulled his pants up and then down over his balls, his cock rose up in delight, like on a tight spring it bounced up and down and then settled before me. His fore skin looked tight and its whiteness shone in the TV light  .I stared at every details that I could see. To me it was like a piece of art before me, pure soft white skin with a blue vein running directly down the middle. A short spread of pubic hair curled around the shaft, framing this beautiful sculpture. His balls had very little hair and looked smooth and well rounded. The fore skin was tightly stretched around the head, with just the tip of the mouth peering out looking wet and hungry. Placing his thumb and finger around his cock he made a ring shape as he took hold of the skin ready to begin to walk. I was breathless, the smell of sweet sweat rose up through the open neck of my shirt. Lust using through my body, I no longer cared if he saw me watching, he had me mesmerised, I pulled my pants right down around my ankles and proudly exposed my cock. The freedom was immense to be naked and erect for the first time in front of another soul. All of my desires, all of my fantasies, all of the times I had laid in the bath rubbing my cock with soap until it had cum, all of these moments had been leading to this moment. At last no longer a fantasy, this was really happening. I took my hand and began walking my cock, spreading open my legs without a care in the world, I was free! The moment I touched my cock I almost came. Then he slowly pulling down the foreskin, the tight skin became tighter as it widen to let the fat red head rip its way out, soaked in pre-cum sparkling and wet, his finger took a bud of pre-cum which he began to massage into the most sensitive part of the cock making the head swell even more. In that moment like a rocket from deep inside me my cock hardened to prepare for lift off, my balls tightened and I wanted to scream, God how I wanted to scream. I quickly tried to pull up my shirt but it was too late, think creamy white cum ejaculated out of my cock, again and again, in waves of sweet ecstasy all over my shirt and i did not care. let it cover my shirt, let it cover the sofa, let in cover this world, for I was now a man. I had had my first encounter with another guy, for a year since I was first able to cum I had fantasied about this moments. And now it was real, and now I had cum in front of another man. And it had felt even better than in my fantasies. 

In in that marvellous moment that was to change my life for ever, Toby just turned his head, gazing down at the large pool of creamy cum that filled my stomach, and smiled. He then looked back to the TV and began to wank casually. I was now in his captivity for the next 5 years!