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Matt and I Pt 1
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PART 1 - THE BACKGROUND
My name is Chris. I consider myself a good looking individual. I'm 35 and married to a beautiful woman. I stand 5'10" tall, carrying about 175 pounds. I shave my head now, but would otherwise have brown hair, and I have deep drown eyes. A slightly-greying brown beard covers my dimples - often called one of my most appealing features when I was younger. I'm not skinny. But I have a solid, fit build with well-defined musculature and a flat stomach. My ethnic background is half Sicilian, and half Native American Cherokee. This gives me a somewhat darker complexion for a "White" male, but I've always felt it only added to my dashing good looks. Unlike most Native Peoples, I have a decent amount of chest and body hair, but certainly not too much. I keep my pubic area well-trimmed, and from the short-cut hair emerges a 7.5" cock, circumcised, and hanging in front of a perfectly proportioned ball sack.
This story, however, begins long, long ago. In second grade I was a kind of outcast geek. I had a circle of fiercely loyal friends, to whom I was equally loyal. However, I was never a part of the ‘popular' crowd. I knew most of my circle of friends since at least kindergarten, and some since preschool. They were all predictable-even to a seven-year-old. I lived in a very up-and-coming area quickly becoming the home to new money in the region. Most of us had cushy lives that were better than those of our parents. We attended school together at (then) one of the best public school systems in the country. There were 2 cars in every garage, everybody owned their home, and nothing interesting really ever happened. At least until one spring day in 1993.
In our area new houses and neighborhoods were going up all the time. Next to our elementary school, a 2000 home subdivision was being built. It was nothing to get a new student in our class, but then one day, from that very residential development, Matt arrived.
Matt was from Chicago. His dad headed an anti-hate taskforce with the FBI and his job had brought him from the outskirts of Chicago to the Saint Louis Field Office. With him came Matt, his younger brother Nathan, and his mom Joan. Matt wasn't in my class, so it wasn't until recess on his first day at the school that I met him. When I did, I did what was in my nature and befriended him. He'd still tell you that I was his first friend in Missouri, and he quickly became my best friend-even as an outsider. It didn't take long before we were hanging out outside of school, and so it followed that our parents too became inseparable, remaining so even to this day. Within a month, our families attended the same church, and Matt and I were on the same baseball, soccer, and basketball teams. What's more, Matt joined my Cub Scout pack as well. But unlike me, Matt was popular. He was a great athlete (eventually becoming a AAA pitcher), and had a very different circle of friends at school. Although this never affected us after classes, he never shied away from our friendship in front of others. This, more than anything early on, endeared me to him. Matt was always tall. He was always taller than me for certain. I don't remember those details from that time, but I'd say he maxed out at about 6'1". He was Italian with black, short-cut hair and brown eyes. He was slim and muscular even then.
He and I very quickly became inseparable, and spent many nights at each other's homes. For some time it was just a run-of-the-mill friendship. But by the time we were approaching 10, something had started to change for us. The health class videos told us what we could expect as puberty set in, but it never addressed the impulsive curiosity that would accompany it. When we learned about sex, there was suddenly a new world cast before us. We didn't know anything about that world, but we wanted to. Around this time, the internet was being made publicly available. Saying that today sounds almost unfathomable, but that was the case. As with most new technology, our parents didn't really get it. While we didn't either, at first, we learned fast. Our parents had no hope of censoring us. Web nannies didn't exist yet, and from the get-go, most of the internet was porn. So as might be expected of two young men, we exploited that to explore sexuality. When the option didn't exist, I remember staying up late to watch Jerry Springer in hopes of sexual content. The more we learned, the more curious and impatient we became.
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Posted on : Jan 23, 2019
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