My Weekend at Howard’s

My Weekend at Howard’s

I had just started my junior year when I auditioned for a part in the school play, OUR TOWN. I was cast as a father, Mr. Webb. Howard Goldman was cast as my son Wally. He was a sophomore, shorter than I, and with his blond hair and blue eyes, looked nothing like swarthy, Sicilian me.

Howie and I hit it off from the start. We had lunch the same period, so I invited him to eat with my friends and me. They weren’t too keen on having a sophomore eat with us, but I persisted. He soon won them over, with his wicked sense of humor, and soon was a part of the crowd.

After a couple of weeks rehearsal, Howard and I got pretty close. His parents were going to spend a weekend in Manhattan and told him he could invite a friend to stay over until they returned on Sunday. He asked me. I liked the idea, so he had his mom call mine, to confirm and stuff. His mom told mine that Mr. Goldman would pick me up after school on Friday, and drop me at home Sunday afternoon.

I was really looking forward to getting out of the house for the weekend…away from my annoying younger brother and nagging grandmother.

Friday came and Howard and Mr. Goldman picked me up and drove me to their place. The Goldmans made sure Howie and I knew the safety procedure, the phone numbers, left money for pizza, etc., and left.

Howard and I went down to the finished basement den to watch TV. They had a color set, something we didn’t have yet (it was 1964).

Hidden behind a loose wall panel were Playboy Magazines,pornographic playing cards, and other porn he had found in his older brother’s closet. His brother, Ian, was away at Albany State.

It was fun looking at all the naked boobs and stuff in the Playboys, but I was most intrigued by the playing cards which featured pictures of women with wide open pussies and men and women fucking. The deck also had a few cards with pictures some of men with hard-ons dripping cum, others of men sucking cock. One card showed a hunky guy with his dick up another hunk’s ass. It was looking at those pictures that got me really aroused.

I caught Howie staring at my crotch. I looked at his to see that he was responding as well. I turned to look at his face as he leaned in and kissed me. I’d never imagined kissing a guy, and there was a part of me that wanted to pull away, but I surrendered to his lips and kissed him back. Our tongues were soon wrestling as we passionately sucked on each other’s mouths. Next, his hands were under my shirt and he squeezed my nipples. I did the same, and before I knew it, he was unbuckling my belt.

“What are you doing?”

“Relax,” he answered.

He unbuttoned my jeans, pulled the zipper down, and lowered them to my ankles. I knew I should resist, but I wanted to see what was going to happen next.

I soon found out. He pulled my boxers down, exposing my erect dick. He took my dick in his fist…until then, my fist was the only one to stroke my pecker…and gently milked it. A drop of clear fluid, what we would later call “pre-cum”, leaked out of my pee slit. He wiped it off with his finger and and then licked it off of his finger.

And then he went down on my cock.