Lance and I had known each other for many years. We had been in Scouts together for a long time and had played off and on. He was a tall and very lanky guy, with flat top brown hair with a waterfall* (those from the 50's will understand) and an overbite with his upper teeth, which made his blow jobs stupendous. As I said, we had played several times. He was ashamed of his cock, though. While there was no getting around the fact that it was short, (probably four or five inches at the most) what it lacked in length was more than made up by its girth (truly beer can sized) and a huge mushroom head. I was always complimentary about it, and I think it stoked his ego enough that he was willing to play with me. We used to take short "hikes" when we were camping as scouts, and invariably we would find some place where we could be alone and I'd go down on him and he'd go down on me. It took me a while to get used to having something that massive in my mouth, and my jaws would often be aching after one of our "hikes".
One day, we decided to kick it up a notch and try fucking. I had brought some butch wax* (again, those who grew up in the 50's will understand) from my back pack along, and I greased his cock up, bent over, and he slid it in. Though I'd been fucked before, and was relatively used to the feel of a cock in my ass, my inner sphincter wasn't at all happy about this super sized invasion. Eventually, I relaxed, and he got into it, pumping away, and pulling out just before he came. Then it was my turn. I greased up my cock, smeared some grease around his ass, and slid into him. He loved it! And even got quite verbal. I look back on it now and smile, thinking we sounded like the sound track from a porn video. He urged me on, telling me to pound his ass. I did, and pulled out just before I came, to shoot on his ass cheeks.
That was the first of many times we would get together--usually at my urging--and fuck. Almost always with butch wax as the lube. A couple of times we were at my house when no one else was home, and Elvis was playing on the phonograph. Once, we even did it in a desert tree called a tamarisk, hidden from view, and perched on a branch. The thing I'll always remember about Lance was how passionate he could be when getting fucked. When he graduated from high school a year behind me, he went into the air force and became a mechanic for United Airlines. He married, but they never had children. The last I heard from his uncle, he was living in the Bay Area east of San Francisco and was a realtor. I've tried to contact him a couple of times, but have never been successful at it. We are having a big "Fabulous Fifties Reunion" this fall, and all the classes from the 50's at our high school are invited. It would be so neat to see him again and catch up.
* Hair styles in the 50's were generally flat tops. Some guys had "Balboas", similar to the hair style of John Tavolta in "Grease": flat on the top, long on the sides, with the sides carefully combed into a duck tail in the back with a straight crease. A waterfall was hair slightly longer in the front and carefully combed to a point and then (if one was extra cool) teased into a slight curl.
* These styles were only possible with the use of Butch Wax to make the hair stand up straight Butch wax was a mixture of vaseline, parafin, and god alone knows what else, usually pink, and very heavily scented. While it made good lube, it was a bitch to get off your cock and ass when you fucked around.
(Here ends the history lesson for the day)
