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Some Fucking Gratitude
It has been a while since Snowy confided this tale. I would ask you to be discreet with it as it involves others and I have not had the opportunity to give them a chance to confirm his memories of the events. As you will know I have a little penchant for exploring people’s firsts. Intimate firsts. A variation of the hackneyed how did you meet? A first came up in conversation with Snowy. I cannot remember the question I asked, or the way the discussion developed to the point where Snowy told me of a dream he had when he was young but I can say it took a lot of listening. That is my secret, listening.
In the dream, Snowy was swimming with his cousin Amaro and Amaro’s dad. They were swimming naked. It was not something that they did, they were not part of a nudist colony or anything formal like that. Swimming naked was just something they did from time to time. Snowy said the nudity did not feel strange. They were cousins who visited each other’s households regularly, though Snowy was more often at Amaro’s as his family were better off, and had a swimming pool. Now, there was one very unusual thing about their nudity. Both Amaro and his dad had truly colossal penises. Not just well hung, superb schlongs. No, these were ten or fifteen foot snakes curling about the edge of the pool, thick as a fully grown boa constrictor. Though, I must repeat, Snowy felt no danger from the pair of monstrous members. He can’t remember who asked, or if indeed it was one of them or just a general question, as often happens in dreams, the question to Snowy was: where was his cock? After a moment of confusion Snowy answered: I keep it in a jar next to my bed. In his dream it was a satisfactory answer, he even imagined a picture of a snake like cock in formaldehyde. The cock in the jar was much smaller than his cousin’s or his uncle’s cocks but that didn’t matter, sometimes it is strange what matters and what does not in dreams.
Snowy’s dream of a snake-like cock in a jar is a little like the ending of the fable of the Woodsman and the Serpent, or the Snake. A sensible woodman might have put the snake, after he had chopped its head off, in a jar and placed it on the mantelpiece to remind us not to try to rescue a snake from the cold, for once it has warmed it will attack. But that would be a rather superficial parallel between the fable and Snowy’s dream, we need to dig a little deeper to look for kindnesses and wickednesses. Fortunately, you know me already, we did explore the dream a little more which led to kindress, wickedness and Snowy also revealed to me a first, an intimate first.
Under a promise that I would never repeat his words, Snowy revealed that he believed the dream stemmed from those early sexual exploration boys will do together. Amaro is nearly a year older than Snowy and was an early developer in puberty. Amaro was experienced and Snowy was a little in awe, but, of course, did not want to appear inadequately immature. They were in the same year at school, and Snowy was Amaro’s match sportingly, and his better academically. But at that age maturity is what matters. And indeed Amaro was, is, well hung. Of course I asked about Amaro’s father but Snowy could not remember.
He remembers their contrasting cocks as they sat side by side on the bed. Amaro’s large, circumcised, dark, he even described it as gnarly. His, smooth and thin like a little torpedo. Amaro pinched the frenulum to tug up and down. He squeezed his torpedo between thumb and forefingers. Amaro came quickly and copiously, white spunk on his tight dark stomach. Snowy had not ejaculated before, but he did with Amaro’s help and encouragement. It started with an encouraging word. Then came the porn, his cousin had a penchant for vintage porn where the men had moustaches and everyone had pubic hair. Lots of it. Finally he lent a helping hand. When Snowy was slowing down he said he would keep it going until Snowy’s arm wasn’t tired. Perhaps it is easy to see his cousin’s desire to touch was disguised as a generosity but as is often the case the desire was not recognised. The touch, on the other hand, was appreciated. Immediately the sensation on his cock was more intense and a little strange. Amaro first tried to pinch his frenulum with a: this is a much better way to do it. But he soon realised the skin was not loose enough on Snowy’s cock so gripped it in his fist. Tightly. Snowy groaned his approval and Amaro squeezed tighter. Faster and tighter. Faster and tighter. And there was his first orgasm. First a little clearish liquid dribbling out of the urethral opening as he felt the first dry orgasm contractions. Then a single shot of white liquid followed by a few more surges only just making it out and pooling on Amaro’s hand.
Amaro let go of his dick which was remaining resolutely stiff and licked his hand clean. And with a: you gotta eat the sperm, it is full of protein, he leaned over and licked Snowy’s cock clean.
So we have had the intimate first, and we have had Amaro’s kindness, so what of the wickedness. Well, after his first orgasm Snowy pretended nothing had happened. He didn’t explain his coldness as he turned away immediately after the orgasm, just something in his nature, he said. The coldness might be considered wicked but it went further than that, for this was not a one-off. There were numerous times the two youngsters shared a similar intimate moment and on some of these occasions Snowy didn’t orgasm. On those occasions he recalled how he would fill with jealous fury, how he would be rude and cutting, mocking Amaro’s lack of sporting prowess, and his poor intellectual record (his words). Those were the times his wicked nature came out and, indeed, this little tale should have the moral: No gratitude from the wicked.
