Marty, The Golden Boy_(1)

(Hope you enjoy this story of my youth. There are many that I am preparing to write. This is my first)

I had known Marty all of my young life, well every since I started elementary school that is. I think we all have known a “Marty” type when we were young. Marty was the handsomest boy in school. He was blond and blue eyed with a killer athletic body. Later I would find out that he also had a huge dick. Marty was linked to a girl named Pamela. In 6th Grade they were the “golden couple” but this story is not about Pamela. This story is about Marty and his big dick.

My brother was three years older than me and his friends were always hanging around the house. Both of our parents worked, so no adults were ever at home during the day. We only had one next-door-neighbor and they didn’t have any kids at home. They had moved away a long time ago. Besides, my folks weren’t overtly friendly with them anyway. So there weren’t any prying eyes to see what my brother and I were up to. Summers were especially awesome. But I will save that for another story.
School had just let out for the summer and it was our last year in the elementary grades. The school that Marty and I attended was in back of my house, which was separated by a couple of baseball diamonds and just some open fields. The school was like a magnet for kids with nothing to do. During the summer time we played baseball nearly everyday. You could always get a game up with neighborhood kids and Marty was one of those neighborhood kids.

It was a pretty hot day for June and we had worked up a pretty decent sweat and kicked up a lot of dirt so we were kind of gritty as well. Marty had hit a homer and drove me home. With that hit, we won the game.
“Hey Marty want to come over and get something cold to drink?” I asked. “Sure”, he replied “I could use something cold about now.” So I grabbed my mitt and he picked up the bat and ball he had brought and home we went. “Anybody home?” he asked as we walked through the field. “Nope, my Mom and Dad are both at work. My brother might be home, I don’t know what he’s doing today but it’s OK” I said. Secretly, I was hoping that no one would be there, especially my brother. I wanted Marty alone, my dick wanted Marty alone… I could tell ‘cause it was starting to raise its’ head in anticipation. As we started to walk, I saw Marty glance down at my growing crotch and I could’ve sworn I saw a flicker of a smile before he turned away.

As we entered the back of our property, I was in front of Marty as we walked up the dirt path past our vegetable garden. Marty and I made some small talk about the garden which helped relieved the swelling in my pants for the time being. When we got to the house, I unlocked the back door and called out to my brother, James. Luckily, no one was there. I told Marty to come on in.

Marty followed me in through the back door, and into the kitchen. I poured us some ice cold lemonade which he drank in one long gulp. I watched his throat, his “Adam’s apple” moving up and down as he quenched his thirst. I have always thought that a man’s Adam Apple was sexy and to this day I still do. As I looked at Marty’s “apple” I thought about what it would be like to have my cock in his throat. How it would feel, the muscles contracting and what it would be like to fill his mouth with my cum, to watch that throat drink the nectar of my being. In those split seconds I also wondered what his cum tasted like and would he fill me with his boy spunk. I could feel the blood rushing to my cock and that a raging hard-on was now making my pants pretty uncomfortable. Marty emptied the glass and as he put it down on the counter saw my situation.

“Hey, what’s going on with you down there?” he asked with a big grin on his face.