When I was 13, my mother and father took a day trip to Ohio to see my uncle and my brother closest to me in age was suppose to keep an eye on me while they were away. He did a really good job by getting me totally stoned. Later in the evening he had his girlfriend named Andrea come over, and they went downstairs in our family room where my brothers best friend Chris and I could hear her getting the life fucked out of her from where we were upstairs in the livingroom. Well at 13 almost anything can set you off, and the sound of this chick getting fucked so fierce was almost too much for me to handle. My brothers friend Chris was sitting in my dads big leather kings chair and I was laying on the couch. It was summertime and I could smell the patchouli oil mixed with pool chlorine coming off of Chris as the whirr of a big window fan blew his 17 year old smell in my direction. It was about 1 in the morning and the only cable channel in my town at the time put on a soft core movie called Lady Chatterly's Lover. I felt so strange watching this incredibly sexy period movie in the warmth of my summertime high with real sounds of fucking soming from downstairs and me being alone in the room with a boy I had thought about so much. Chris was the drummer in a local WHO cover band, and was by far the freakiest of all my brothers friends. It was 1978 and at 17 Chris had a full chest of super soft black hair, that he loved to show off almost as much as the huge dick he always stuffed in too tight Levi cut offs never with underwear. His hair looked kind of like Slash from Guns n Roses, and he wore a gold Italian horn around his neck. In the summer you never seen Chris with a shirt or shoes. He was totally tannned except for the parts that would peek out from his shorts when he would bend or sit down. His upper body was totally fine with really toned arms and pecs. I thought at one time I wanted to look just like him, he was so fucking sexy and so fucking groovy. Chris always spoke to me like an equal, where my bothers other friends always looked at me as the little brother. I was getting really freaked out because the movie was getting really graphic, showing hard dick and open pussy. I looked over at Chris to get his reaction, and he was kisked back in my dads chair with his big hard cock sticking out of his shorts, and it just stood completely upright and jerked back and forth all by itself. Chris looked right in my face and then moved his eyes to his cock and smiled. I didnt think, my mind completely went somewhere else and i got off of the couch, walked over to the side of the chair, took hold of probably a good nine inch horse dick and started playing with it and feeling it jerk really hard in my hands. I wanted to suck it soo bad, and I knew he would have probably let me, but I started to get scared. I sat on the arm of that big leather chair, layed my head on his furry chest and teased his dick for almost an hour, keeping my eyes on the movie, pretending everything was normal. Chris was breathing really hard and kept rubbing his hand on my hair. I had had orgasms of my own, but when his dick all of a sudden started to shoot, I couldnt believe it. About eight good thick squirts shot on my face and chin and hands, and when I moved his dick away from my face, it splashed on the right side of his chest. I got up, went to the bathroom, washed my face and went back and layed back down on the couch. We never talked about it EVER. When I see him at holidays and visits home, I always wonder if he remembers it as perfectly as I do. I bet not.