I laughed and said, “I’ll keep that in mind.”
“And even better was that ‘An Affair to Remember’ was showing at the drive-in over in Valley Stream. The other thing to keep in mind, Jack, is that anyone can get action at a drive-in – they were made with getting action in mind. We go to the drive-in, and Gina slides over next to me, so we’re sitting side by side. I put my arm on her shoulder and just leave it there. I’m interested in Gina and not the movie, but I sit there and pretend I am interested so that she thinks I’m a sensitive, romantic kind-of-guy. In the middle of the movie, when Cary Grant and Deborah Kerr are still apart, Gina says, ‘I think Cary Grant is so handsome.’ I pretend that I’m insulted and say, ‘You think Cary Grant is handsome? What about me? Don’t you think I’m handsome?’”
David laughed out loud. “Only Anthony would have an ego large enough to try to compete with Cary Grant in the looks department.”
Anthony turned his gaze back to David and let his eyes openly look down at David’s cock, which I previously have described as a sexy soda bottle shape that was as handsome as he was. “I think I have lots of things that are large enough.”
“C’mon guys,” Howell said. “I want to hear the rest of the story of how you got laid and what it was like.”
Anthony turned back to us. “Then she said, ‘You’re like an Italian Cary Grant.’”
“Wow,” Howell said. “She said, ‘You’re like an Italian Cary Grant?’”
“Yep,” Anthony said. “I said, “Thank you,” and then she burst out laughing and said, ‘Cary Grant? You’re no Cary Grant. I was just kidding!’ I looked at her all hurt and surprised and insulted. She was laughing so hard. ‘Cary Grant is a gentleman, and I can tell you’re no gentleman. My feelings were hurt, and I took my arm off her shoulder and rested it back on the steering wheel.”
“That’s pretty mean of her,” I said, even though I didn’t think there was anything about Anthony that resembled Cary Grant except they both had black hair. Anthony was not suave or debonair then, and if I had to think of one word to describe him, it would have been “big.” Everything about Anthony was big: not just his cock, but his physical size, his personality, his voice, and how his presence could rise up and fill any room he entered if he wanted it to. I thought of Anthony then as more of a handsome, giant puppy that never stopped moving. Years later, Anthony and I both lived in Manhattan when I was a journalist at Newsweek and Anthony was trading junk bonds on Wall Street. I had not seen him for a couple of years, and we had plans to meet up for drinks at a bar downtown. I remember as he turned the corner and the late afternoon sunlight struck him, as if it were bathing him in a golden hue. He was wearing a custom tailored navy blue suit with French cuffs and shiny black shoes, and he had an aura about him as if he had stepped from the pages of an advertisement for cognac or an expensive European sports car. He was not quite an Italian Cary Grant, but not far from it, and Gina would not have laughed if she had seen him then.
“I thought it was pretty mean, too, especially, because she laughed so hard she snorted. I decided I was going to take her home. I started the car. She said, what are you doing? I said, I am not going to sit here and be insulted. She said turn the car off. I said, why? And she didn’t say anything, she just stared at me and gave me ‘the look.’ I stopped being angry that second, and I leaned in and kissed her.”
“What is ‘the look’?” Sasquatch asked.
One of the great things about Anthony was that he was so much more experienced than the rest of us, and you could ask him a question as basic as that, and he would explain it without making you feel stupid even if you’re standing naked in the shower with an audience, like all of us were. “It’s like this,” Anthony said, stepping over to Sasquatch and putting his arms on Sasquatch’s naked hairy shoulders and staring into his eyes. “You and the girl are looking at each other, right? Your eyes lock, and each of you are thinking ‘I want you’ and the other person knows what you’re thinking, because your eyes are saying what your mind is thinking. Like this,” Anthony said and locked eyes with Sasquatch and slowly nodded up and down.
You would think the rest of us might laugh or mock them, but no one did. Anthony’s physical presence and unimpeachable masculinity imbued him with a power to reach over and grab another naked man by the shoulders in front of all of us in the showers and demonstrate the look a girl would give you when her mind and body wanted you but her mouth was not yet saying it. That’s not to say there wasn’t something supremely erotic at the sight of tall, naked, handsome, broad-shouldered and big-dicked Anthony grabbing our beloved, naked and hairy Sasquatch who searched for the key to the secret of female desire in Anthony’s eyes. At least it was erotic to me. Moreover, out of all of us, only David and Anthony had had sexual intercourse before. The rest of us were virgins, and we would listen to any advice we could get from those fortunate to have crossed over to the other side and knew what the rest of us wanted in the hungriest of ways.
“You got it now?” Anthony asked, stepping back under his shower, his long, heavy cock swaying as he moved.
Sasquatch nodded in awe and gratitude as he etched the lesson into his memory.
“So, we continue kissing, and I immediately pop a rod in my pants. I’m throbbing so hard, and we’ve barely even gone anywhere. We kiss for a while until I think enough time has passed for me to unbutton her blouse without seeming too rushed. Another secret is that if a girl thinks you’re moving too fast and only going after one thing, she’ll shut you down, and you’ll be choking your chicken by yourself at home instead of heading to tuna town.”
Everyone nodded, taking it all in. “Then, I unbuttoned her blouse, and she had the fullest, lushest, juiciest tits. I played with them a bit, and then I buried my face in between them. Here’s another tip: don’t squeeze their tits too much or too hard, they don’t like that. The key is to suck on their nipples and moan while you do it. They love it, it drives them crazy. You can nibble on their nipples, just don’t bite them too hard – that they don’t like that either.
So far, most of what Anthony was saying were things I had figured out on my own. But, it felt educationally useful to hear it from someone else, particularly someone as experienced as him. It was starting to feel too useful however – my cock began to stir, and I was afraid I might get an erection in front of everyone if this conversation continued for too much longer.
“I sucked on her nipples for a while. She started to moan about how good it felt. I was enjoying it myself, but I had other plans. By now, my cock was so hard it hurt, and I was afraid it was going to tear the fabric in my pants. I reached my hand up her skirt, and she didn’t stop me. In no time, I had her panties off and my fingers in her wet pussy.”
“Holy shit!” Howell said. “Her wet pussy!”
“Holy shit was right. She was moaning as my fingers slid in and out of her and around her clit. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore, and neither could she. I pulled my pants down and out pops my big, hard cock. Her eyes got wide, like she was scared, and she said, ‘There’s no way that thing is fitting inside me, put it away.’ She really did look frightened, so I kissed her on the lips and told her to trust me, that I’d be gentle. She didn’t look she trusted me at all. But, I pulled out a rubber and unrolled it along the length of my cock.”
By now, all of us were worked up in various degrees from hearing Anthony’s story. David’s cock had lengthened considerably and the broad brown band of his circumcision scar had stretched about three quarters of the way down his shaft. Sasquatch’s medium-sized cock was showing signs of thickening as well. It was hard to tell what was going on with Howell’s cock it was so small, but the round acorn was rosier and plumper. What was truly breathtaking, however, was the sight of Anthony’s monster cock, which was waking from its slumber and coming to life. As he spoke of his escapades at the drive-in and his body was buffeted by the warm water of the shower, his cock had relaxed and lengthened to the point that his foreskin had retracted part way exposing almost half of his glans. My own cock had further awoken and was now approaching half mast, much to my embarrassment.
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