KAM'S STORY By Nigel Dean

If all the cocks I have known were placed end to end I wonder how far they would stretch !

Or more to the point if all the cocks I have known were placed one on top of another I wonder how high they would reach !

Big cocks, small cocks, fat cocks, thin cocks, cut cocks and cocks with lovely foreskin.

I have always loved a cock, loved my own and loved those belonging to others. Like you probably did, as a kid there was always “I’ll show you mine if you’ll show meyours” then at the age of sixteen I had my first read man-fun in a mutual wanking session with a friend Clifford. Between then and now there have been quite a few cocks.

If I am talking about cocks I guess I had best show you mine.  Yes that’s actually it.  I don’t have the biggest cock in the world but it works.

And another view.

Like I say it isn’t the biggest cock in the world, on a good day five inches or so. It has a really tight foreskin which even with the hardest erection does not stretch back over the head.

  This next picture shows what I mean.

So now you know a little bit about my cock.

 Time to tell you about another cock, one I recently met and had fun with, one which if it were included in the list I was talking about when I began my story I wonder how far my cock collection would stretch and reach.

Obviously this is a very different cock to mine. First of all I am uncut and this is cut.  I am white, to be politically correct Caucasian and this belongs to a darker skin. Probably similar in size although mine could be a tad smaller.  Mine is also many years older, I wish it wasn’t but it is and no getting away with it.

So who does this cock belong to ?

 It belongs to Kam. Let me tell you his story.

One evening I was surfing the net, chatting on-line in a number of different forums when up pos a private chat request.  I have to confess that i was feeling horny, right hand down my pants playing while the left typed on the keyboard.  I was semi. looking to get nice and hard then finish off with a wank.  Wanking, I always say, is an ancient and noble art form - something much better if shared. When I opened the private chat request and found my new cyber buddy had some pictures of himself attached my semi cock stiffened like a rod of iron.  A chat with this guy would help me have a truly good wank, of that I was certain.

We went through the usual cyber preamble which everyone uses to introduce themselves when first speaking on-line.

"Hi there."

"Hi"

"How are you?"

"Great. you ?"

Just about every on-line chat starts in a similar way as the two parties nervously try to work out what the other is like, if they are sincere and if the chat could develop into anything other than an easily forgotten encounter.

Our chat progressed and I had a feeling about this guy, I could tell he was sincere and genuine - a quality not always to the forefront in cyber chat. We both had aspects of our persons we quickly wanted to get out of the way. I was wager to explain that I was older than my young friend.

"I like older," he replied.

From his standpoint he was keen to explain he was Asian, did I like Asian.  Did I like Asian - Oh yes I do.  I have always though that Mother Nature got the skin pigment just right when she made those from the Indian sub-continent.  Some, like myself, she made too pale while others are too dark. When she worked on those with the delicious coffee brown skin she got it just right.

We introduced ourselves.

"I'm Nigel," I said.

"I'm Kam," my new young friend replied.

The conversation went on as we told one another what kind of man-fun we had played with, each seeking the other out to see if there was any chance we could perhaps play together in the future. Then Kam explained he had to go and the conversation came to an end. So that was that, no meeting, no playing together but i have to say I enjoyed a fantastic wank as I thought of what we could have done.

So that was that, I guessed I'd never hear from Kam again, more the pity but hey such is life.

In my youth my cock played with others quite a lot then as I got older sex was something constantly on my mind but seldom on the agenda.  Year on year things declined but over recent months I have to confess that I have had more sex with more guys that I can list here without embarrassment.  Sex, of course, can mean sharing that wonderful art of having a wank or it can mean a lot more.  I didn't mind at what level but I did want to play with Kam. But reality had to cool my spirits and explain it was not going to happen.

Days went by, increasing to just over a week when up pops another private chat request. My heart skipped a beat, it was Kam again.

"Remember me ?"

Did I remember him ?  How could I forget ?

Again we chatted on-line but this time Kam was asking if we could meet up. My heart then skipped several beats, I wanted nothing more than to meet up with my young friend and play. Again we both cautiously put out our worries, myself that I was older - Kam insisted he liked older. The he that he was of Asian origin - that was a big bonus to me.  

When could we meet ?

Tonight ?

Not until later ?

How late ?

After eleven ?

OK

We exchanged mobile numbers, agreed to meet on-line, text and meet.  I had to fight o keep my cock calm ?  Was this actually going to happen ?

I parked the car and waited. I sent the agreed text to let Kam know I had arrived.  It was late, very late. Nobody was about as the figure appeared out of the darkness, walked up the road to be illuminated by the street lamp then passed again into the shadow. My already fast-beating heart pounded, yes this was going to happen. As the figure approached I leaned across and opened the passenger door, Kam stepped inside and sat beside me.

The short journey provide time for the briefest of introductions, a time to relax put aside as many nervous fears either may have had and to prepare for what we were going to do. I parked the car, turning it round so it faced the driveway leading up to the small country park. If anyone were to be out in such a place so late at night we would see them coming way ahead of them seeing us. Behind us only owls and other creatures of the night moved in the woodland.

With our seats pushed back into a full reclining position I turned in the limited space to face my young friend. Slowly unbuttoning his shirt I exposed to the moonlight a muscular chest covered with a fine down of hair. It was dark but light enough to regard the beauty. My hands floated over the skin, lightly touching and they stroked their way up and down. Round two hard nipples, sensing the beating of my friend's heart as it pulsed adrenaline through that youthful body.  We had time, plenty of time so I was not intent on rushing, instead to savor the delights of my initial encounter with Kam's body.

Between my legs I was now getting increasingly hard, cock twitching. A gentle stroke across Kam's jeans and I knew he was as stiff as it were possible for him to be. In the confines of the small car we both loosened the belts on our trousers and slid them to our ankles. A hand inside Kam's pants took hold of that hard manhood. Time to remove our pants and enjoy a time of semi-nudity. It was too dark to see, while the moonlight shone through the windows to illuminate our faces and bodies lower down it could not penetrate.

Where one sense fails another takes over. I knew, of course, that cam was cut. With some cut cocks it is possible to take the shaft in ones hand and pull the skin upwards towards the uncovered head. My fingers could tell that with my friend this was not going to be possible, his cock had a firm mushroom head which prevented my playing this way. But what a cock, my fingers explored every tiny bit of its surface area, I could not see what I was holding but could describe it in every detail. 

We have five senses, sight was set aside as touch took over, the interior of the car began to fill with the sweet subtle smell of man-sex, I could hear Kam breathing deeply and sighing as I caressed his cock. The fifth sense took Kam's cock in my mouth where my tongue confirmed what my hands had already discovered as it contoured round and round measuring, styling and building a mental image in my mind of an awesome cock.

Not being circumcised myself and having a unique foreskin I am more attracted to the uncut cock in a man and this was the first I had ever seen with a mushroom head quite like that of Kam. Seen in the sense that four senses provided where the sight could not.

I helped Kam remove his shirt so save for his trousers and underwear round his feet he was to all intents and purposes naked. My eyes were becoming accustomed to the dim light, our breath had formed a mist on the car windows so reducing what moonlight did penetrate but I could see all I wanted and needed to see. What fortune was smiling on me being all but naked with such a young god. His body could have been carved by Michelangelo or drawn by Leonardo da Vinci for only they could have captured such beauty.

My hands began again to float over that delicious, delectable and mouth-watering skin, I just had to place my mouth against it to kiss and caress. My lips explored all the way down from that manly chest, down, down and down until they were again tasting Kam's cock. This time I moved my lips sideways up and down the shaft kissing and tasting the manhood.

Kam turned sideways and I felt the warm heat of his body on my own. My arms encircled him and pulled him closer before moving down to his cheeks.

If Mother Nature was clever in the skill she took with her pallet to paint the tones of my young friend's skin she was genius in way she formed his bottom.  With all of mankind she has shown a lovely way to join the legs to the body, fashioning two symmetrical cheeks bisected by the line which leads to a man's ultimate area of sexual pleasure.

My hands began to explore this area of my friend and what delight they found. I make my living using words, placing them in an order to tell others what I have in my mind and eye but I can not, no matter how hard I try, find the skill to tell you now what I held in my hands. My already beating hear pounded and thumped within my chest, Kam's cock I had found pleasure in but his are was satisfaction and enjoyment from a higher plane. I longed to do more, to slide the tips of my fingers between the cheeks and fondle that within. Arse-play does not have to mean penetration, there are so many delights one man can take of another and I wanted to move slowly through them in exploring Kam. But the confines of the car made such a voyage difficult, Kam was also close to a climax so we rolled back to lay next to one another.

A line of silver shot from Kam and twinkled in the moonlight before it fell in a gentle arc and into the darkness. Playtime was almost over. 

I have known many cocks since that first time with Clifford when I was just 16 years old, I can remember them all but would need time if you were to ask me to write them down in a list. If all the cocks I have known were placed in a line how far would they stretch ?  I can not say.  If all the cocks I have known were placed one on top of another how high would they stretch ?  Taller than I can reach. Yet if I were to write that list of cocks, perhaps placing them in an order of any kind what ever that order was I would without any doubt play my young friend Kam's cock in the prime position.

Well Kam you asked me to write this story down, you and I both know that it is true to the last word. Although I have a vivid imagination I did not need such to compose this tale. Next time when we meet, which I hope will be soon, I will prepare a sequel to this story as I explore that beautiful arse of yours.