My first sexual experience was with my neighbor. I say neighbor loosely, as we grew up in a small town where the main professions were farming or ranching, which meant that everyone had very large property blocks. So, he was really more of “the guy from the next house over.”
We were about the same age and had known each other all our lives. Being a small town, we were always in the same class in school and had spent quite a bit of time together, though seldom alone. It was common to spend a lot of time with the other guys in our age group, which there weren’t many of. And, again, being a small town, there wasn’t a whole lot to do that you didn’t make up on your own. Being a group of horny young guys, common activities included strip poker and skinny dipping, so we were all fairly well acquainted with what the others looked like in the buff. I was firmly average, both in height and in a decent 5.5-inch cock, but all of the others had been blessed in the genetics department. They were either pushing or were well over 6-feet in height, with elastic-bending cocks ranging from 8 inches up to upwards of 10. This did nothing for my self-confidence, and it wasn’t until I moved away and people kept commenting on how tall I was that I realized I just had the misfortune to be born into a weird area where all of the guys had five lanky appendages.
Our story starts in the senior year of high school. I was a bit of a slacker, but most classes came fairly easy to me. My neighbor? (We’ll call him Charlie.) Not so much. We always joked that he was a thoroughbred: enormous cock and no brains. His cock size was probably the worst kept secret in town. He was your typical small-town cowboy, wearing very tight Wranglers that left little to the imagination. His horse cock was always very visible and, over time, would wear away a very visible pattern on his pants leg. As far as brains? The only reason that he graduated high school was that each of his teachers gave him a last-minute passing grade purely for the virtue of not having to deal with him anymore. He was a perfectly nice person, just not very bright at all.
In the spring of our senior year, we were assigned a paper together for one of our classes. He sidled up to me as I was walking home after school.
“It okay if I come over and get that paper done?”
I thought it over for a minute. It was my family’s turn for irrigation, so my job after school was to water the apple trees, an hours-long process that would involve swapping water to various headgates, making sure that all of the trees were watered properly.
I explained this to him, and he said “Sure, I can help, too!”
The afternoon wore on, with us monitoring the water and scribbling in our notebooks between. We’d finally reached the end of the row of trees and were chilling on a chest-high wall as we waited for the water to reach us. Having just finished up what we could of the project, Charlie laid back on the wall in a long, slow stretch.
“Man, I’m horny,” he said. He promptly unbuckled his pants and pulled out his cock, giving it short, slow tugs.
I stared at him for a minute. While there had been plenty of nudity between us before, there had never been anything overly sexual besides the occasional joking motion, so I really wasn’t sure how to react.
Charlie, his eyes closed as he brought his cock to full attention, didn’t notice me staring at first. Finally, he looked up and caught my gaze. He smirked.
“You can join, too, you know.”“Yeah,” I said, packing away the books we had been using, still not sure what the proper response was.
Charlie sat up, giving his cock a couple of smacks against his thigh as he did. “Seriously, dude. It’s fine.”
I hesitated. My dick wasn’t exactly small but would still only be about half as big as his, and his was only continuing to get bigger. I finally gave in. The tree we were behind hid us from all view, so I pulled my pants down and followed his example in stroking my cock.
