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|Posted By: Rob|
Posted On: Feb 23, 2012
|Not so good|
My first blow job, if that is what it was, was when I was about 24. I was single and not long out if the Air Force. Has a long weekend off from work in August so decided to use it on one of the nearby resort islands. Took a ferry over late on Thursday and was to return late on Monday. Spent the days touring the island, beaching and sunning. Nothing eventful, but I wasn't seeking anything more then.
On Monday after checking out of my hotel at noon, I grabbed some lunch. My ferry was at 5:10 so I had lots of time to kill on a beautiful summer day. Not too far away was a docking area with many very nice boats so I walked around there a bit. Then off to the far side out of foot traffic was a pier of rocks. So I walked out to the very far end where it was scenic and peaceful. Since I had in my swim trunks under my slacks, I simply pull my slacks and shirt off laid back in a flat rock for more sun.
Not there too long when an older gentleman walked by a few times finally pausing to chat. He assumed I was a tourist with my overnight bag and being near the ferry landing. We made small talk for a bit as I noticed his eyes surveying my body. At the right view I was sure he could see up a shorts pant leg. Anyway, he mentioned that he summered in the island in a big old Farm house that he would love to show me. I had lots of free time and his house was not far and it was getting hit on the sun. So we went to his house.
Once there, he was right. It was a house out in no where with spectacular views. I was admiring the scenery from one window on the second level which just happened to be in a bedroom. (DAH ON ME). This window was in a tight alcove so when he came to my side to explain the scenery to me we are like crowded in the space together side by side. (DAH #2). His arm by his side was perfectly placed to rub my crotch and with my increasing boner. I was pretty much ignoring him pretending to focus on the sites but I was almost totally hard as kept rubbing and now cupping my balls.
He asked if I wanted something cold to drink and I accepted. In a moment he was back with a soft drink that he placed on a piece of furniture at the end of the bed. Said come over here and enjoy your drink, so I did take a seat at the end of the bed. He started rubbing my thigh as he talked to the point of resting his hand right in my thigh such that his fingers moved under the pant legs. At this point he was caressing ever so lightly my balls and dick. Finally he placed his free hand on my chest as to guide my upper body to the bed. He then moved the other hand completely inshore if my shorts and had full control of my balls and duck. It was as hard as it could be. Tactfully his slipped my shorts TI the floor, continued playing which felt great then I felt something warm and wet. I looked up ad saw he had his mouth on my dick head and was sleeping. It just did not feel right. It was not feeling good. I didn't know what it was to feel like but this was not good. Ole dick went immediately soft. He could not spark any life to it. I was embarrassed for going soft, not liking his mouth on my dick, his artificial moaning and slurping sounds. I got up, put myself together and asked him to return mecti the ferry landing.
|Posted By: dave|
Posted On: Feb 23, 2012
i think its time to change the topic again. it is attracting pedophiles and the stories are DISTURBING!!!. Why not change the topic to... Have you ever had sex with a straight guy?
|Posted By: Sammy|
Posted On: Feb 22, 2012
Sorry for the long details, but my first real experience was very unusual to be so advanced at such a young age. This will sound like a cheap porn novel but it is absolutely true: When I was 9 years old, my parents divorced. My dad was in the army and was gone much of the time, especially after the divorce and my only brother was much older. I guess I was in need of male bonding so I was the neighborhood pest to the 16 year old boy across the street. He was handsome, in Jr. ROTC and had on his green uniform certain days. He was nice enough to me and all my friends looked up to him because he wore that uniform.
One day when he was walking up the hill to his house and I approached him to ask him if he wanted to go out in the woods behind our houses to look for snakes and lizards. He said sure and we looked for a while but somehow we ended up sitting in a private area in a bed of soft pine needles talking about girls. I got the nerve to ask if he had ever had sex with a girl. He of course bragged that he had (I am unsure if he had or not) and told me that he loved to have his cock sucked. I asked what it felt like and he said it was amazing. My 9 year old penis had never cum or had a long blow job but I had friends who had touched me and I them, and had licked each other's head a time or two. One friend who was 13 had actually dared me to taste his cum which did (he told me it tasted like peppermint - LOL). This older 16 year old boy went on to tell me there were schools which taught people how to give head in France (LOL, that is the funniest thing I remember, what he concocted to get me to be a willing participant). I was amazed and asked how it was done. I think after asking him if he had a lot of pubic hair he finally asked if I wanted to see, knowing here it was going.
I will never forget him pulling down his green wool Jr. ROTC pants and his boxers, releasing a massive, thick, veiny penis, (not my memory or imagination because later my older friends compared). I remember just how hard and thick it was sticking up past his bellybutton against his army shirt and he probably knew I was hooked by the amazement in my eyes. He started stroking himself and I asked if I could touch it. He said yes and asked if I wanted to try and suck him and learn how. I of course said yes (though I loved girls too and had experimented with my older female cousin - touching each other). My first real experience with an older boy was advanced because he actually applied pressure and gently pushed my head down several times. I think the first time I deep-throated him, through the chocking and tears, I remember him telling me that I had to take it as much of his cock as far down as I could go. After a few minutes of a new exciting experience, he started jacking and came and pushed my face down to lick it as he came.
We walked back and said we would never talk about it and it wasn't "queer" as long as we liked girls too. It got more interesting over the next few weeks. I had a huge enclosed treehouse in my back yard and he came over one day with two other 14 year old friends (that I knew as well). They said they wanted to see the treehouse even though they had been up there before so we climbed up and shut the trap door. Then they told me what they really wanted. They asked me to give them all head until they came. I was nervous and afraid someone else might find out so I said they had to suck on me first and then I would. They went down from the treehouse and whispered for a while amongst themselves (I still don't know what they were talking about, only can guess). They all three climbed back up and shut the door and said OK only if I would suck them all to climax (or however they said it). I pulled my pants down, somewhat embarrassed by my hairless penis compared to the 14 year old boys who were somewhat bigger but had public hair, and the massive tool that the oldest boy had. One at a time as I laid against the wall of the treehouse they lowered their mouths onto my penis. It felt amazing but they each only did it about 12 to 30 seconds.
After they were finished with their part, I went down the line sucking each boy until they either climaxed or they finished with their hands but I put their penises into my mouth as they came and actually swallowed. Looking back, I can't believe how bold I was but I looked up to the 16 year old and he said that it was OK to swallow cum, that it was just protein. They all came and were off and I was left with wild memories and the sperm of three teenage boys in my stomach. I was very nervous and told them if they didn't tell anyone I might do it again. A few days later the 16 year old boy comes back over to my back yard with this long haired blond, 17 year old skater looking boy who was his best friend that I had never met. I was real intimidated by the 17 year old but very quickly they asked to come into the treehouse and though nervous, I was curious about what a nearly grown boy's penis would look like. They quickly took out their dicks and started jerking off and of course asked me to give head which I did. The 17 year old was huge and also was almost too much to put in my mouth. After a while they cam and the older boy kept my mouth on his cock to drink him dry. This became a regular routine in the woods, in the other boys houses, after school, etc. It was pretty thrilling until one day I walked in to see my brother and mom looking at me in judgement. My mom said my brother had heard from his friend that there was this kid in the neighborhood who would let you put his penis in his mouth...and turned out it was me. I denied it but my brother (who was 8 years older) told me not to ever do that.
The activity with those older boys stopped cold but continued with friends my age and a year or two older. We all grew up to marry and have great sex with girls but there are cops, soldiers, and construction contractors now who have some big secretes from their wives and kids (myself included - though my wife knows about my childhood experiences)...I guess I am more liberal than the rest. I am now in my early 40's but look much younger like in my thirties. I was always kind of a pretty boy type and did some modeling for a while. I now am content, having confidence with who I am and feel that I am bi and OK with that. I have played around with guys younger than me from time to time though I seem to be attracted to dudes in their late teens of legal age to guys in the early 30's. I am not sure why this is, if because that is they age of the guys that were older than me and I was so intrigued with their bodies, or what... oh well not asking for a counseling session - that is another post. LOL
I had a relationship with a 23 year old surfer boy for about 8 months and my wife knew about it to a degree. I am not proud of having male experiences while married but feel that Bisexual is the most maligned by the gay and straight communities - they both think that Bi is just a confused homosexual who will eventually turn (though the younger generation is accepting). I find a lot of satisfaction looking at videos of younger dudes having their first times and relive a bit. The closest I have come to reliving those days was on a beach in Daytona while on vacation. I met a Canadian boy who I had watched for days. He had tan skin but long, jet black hair, straight and flowing. He spoke no English so after drawing pictures in the sand we went to a condo under construction and gave each other head. I have a thing for beautiful boys with long hair but this one boy turned out, had just turned 18 the day before. I was in my late 20's so we played around for a few days, then he went away and I eventually ended up in Los Angeles. Well, sorry for the book guys, but some of the stories really made me reflect on my youth (and pop a boner while reading them - LOL).
|Posted By: Marc|
Posted On: Feb 22, 2012
My first time was with a much older man. I was woring as a "car hop", and there was a man named Steve who was a regular customer. One night, just before closing he showed up and ordered his meal. He sat in the car and ate, as I swept the parking lot. As I passed his car, he asked me if I needed a ride home from work. I said "sure".
Instead of taking me home, we went my his house. He invited me in, and we ended up in the bed room. His bed was about three feet off the floor, I now realialize to making it easier for a guy to stand and **** him. He started to rub my crotch, and thought I was scared to death, my dick started swelling. He pulled it out, and started to gently suck me. I was just starting to get hair, and he loved it. He sucked, and licked, and had his way with me till I popped a load all in his mouth. This was the first of many rides home I got from Steve.
|Posted By: Hank|
Posted On: Feb 22, 2012
|those were the days|
When I was a kid, the neighbor and I used to play and put our dicks in each other's mouths, but my first "real" suckoff happened when I was about 15.
I grew up in a small town about 30 miles from a large city and used to hitchhike everywhere, as did most of the kids my age. I was picked up once by this deaf guy who took me where I wnated to go, writing notes to carry on a conversation (stone age texting, I guess).
One evening I was hitchhiking to get to a teenage hangout in the next town, when the deaf guy picks me up again. He starts writing notes about the size of dicks and theh writes "Can I see your hard on cock?"
Being 15 and constantly horny, I shook my head yes and he motioned me closer to him on the bench seat and motioned for me to pull my cock out, which I did and he proceeded to play with it while he drove. Before long, we got to where I was going and that was that.
A week or so later, I was hitchhiking again and he picked me up again. I told him where I was headed and he wrote a note asking if I minded if we stopped by his place first. I said sure, not really expecting anything and so we drove to his place (a second floor apartment) and he showed me that when you pushed the doorbell button, a light flashed in his apartment).
We were in his bedroom and he motioned for me to sit on the bed and he got a deck of "dirty cards" and started showing them to me, periodically feeling to see if my cock was getting hard. Then he motioned for me to take my pants off and he started sucking me like crazy. WOW! It was the best thing I had ever experienced!
It didn't take long and I was cumming in his mouth and he swallowed it all. While I was recovering, he wrote a note that said he liked to play with college boys and really liked playing with me. I was so flattered to be thought of as a college boy, that I didn't bother to telll him I was only 15.
Since he lived only about 5 blocks from my house, I would stop by his place from time to time when I saw that his car was there and he would suck me off again.
Those were the days!
|Posted By: PB|
Posted On: Feb 22, 2012
He was my room mate for three years in California. We were both in our early twenties, he a full time college student while I worked for the studios. There was never so much as a suggestion of what was to happen down the road. On the contrary, the house we rented in Pasadena was more like something out of the Roman orgy era, sans the young boys. All girls, all day, all night. In retrospect, I'm sure that boy's must have loved boy's, but they kept it well hidden. More likely, I wasn't looking for that and probably wouldn't have noticed if it had happened right in front of me.
Jump forward two years. I had officially moved back to Chicago, hometown to both of us, during the actor's strike at the studios. "Jim", my ex-room mate, had graduated from college and accepted a good job downtown Chicago. We talked often. We met for lunch, golf, and whatever. We met and married the girl's of our dreams. We traded best man duties for our weddings. At no time was there the remotest suggestion of anything sexual between him and me. It never once entered my mind.
Jim called me one day. Our wive's had begun to bitch about a storage locker that Jim and I had in California where we had stored a lot of our crap from our days together. We had a three year contract and we split the $15.00 per month charge. Neither of us gave it much thought. It was about to get more expensive, our wives pointedly pointed out, so Jim and I decided to fly out there and drive a U-Haul back. A road trip!
We shared driving duties and agreed to motel up in, Cheyenne, Wyoming, for a night of fun and frivolity-- And no wive's. We had a blast. We met a couple of cute girls at the Americana Resort in downtown Cheyenne, and while nothing happened, we did touch them a lot, and they us. It was somewhere around 1:00 a.m. when we left, and for some reason I'll never understand, we agreed to drive on. We made it about eighty miles outside of Cheyenne before we realized that we should have stayed in Cheyenne. We stopped at a motel that was literally in the middle of nowhere. Other than this place, we hadn't seen a single sign of civilization since we'd left Cheyenne. Jim went in and was gone for fifteen minutes or so, (who knows?). When he came out, he informed me that the only room available was furnished with one double bed. Like I really gave a ****. We'd slept in the same bed many times, like when his parents would come to visit him in California. We never thought anything of it. We hauled in the cooler full of beer, like we needed another beer, and once inside I went straight to the bathroom and took a shower. He followed suit and I was in bed watching TV and fighting the gravity pulling on my eyelids when he came out. We'd driven around 1200 miles that day. I was toast.
I'm not sure what time it started, or when I first became aware of it, and I'm reasonably certain I've enhanced the whole thing over the years, in my own mind. But here's what I remember about the early part, when he first got into bed: We both had white briefs on. We always wore white briefs. Tight, white briefs. I vaguely recall a porn movie playing on the television. Keep in mind, I had driven the last six hundred miles and I was not from this planet at that moment in time. I passed out.
I recall it as a dream at first. At least I thought it was a dream. I was asleep on my side, facing away from Jim. When I first became aware that I was actually awake was when I felt the back of his hand, I could feel his knuckles, rubbing me behind. It reminded me of a boat at a mooring, just gentle up and down along my ass crack. In my state of mind, it was innocent, he was asleep. I woke up pretty quickly after that. I instinctively rolled over on to my back, I guess thinking that the movement would jar him from wherever he was in his mind. But he simply moved his hand on to my thigh so it was just to the right of my manhood. He didn't move, but neither did I. I didn't look at him, but I was sure he was asleep. It was only a matter of minutes, I guess, before I realized that I was getting hard. Don't ask me to explain it. I can't. After some time had gone by, it may have only been seconds, he very slowly strummed my thigh, all the while he appeared asleep. I was rock hard, but scared to death to do so much as twitch. Then, he brushed my very hard cock with some part of his hand, and rolled over, facing away from me. He fell asleep, snoring. I was at a complete loss. I was still drunk, dangerously tired, and I had a hard on of his doing. I finally fell into a weird dream filled sleep.
I woke up rather suddenly. This was strange because, despite my eyes wide open, I was slow to grasp what was happening. I felt his mouth on me before I actually saw him. I didn't even think about it. I put my hand on his head and followed him up and down as he encased me in his mouth. It was so ****ing hot and soothing. He was methodical, up and down, silent, very warm, very hot! He just kept on going, touching and fondling my balls, his hand roved over me. I didn't last long. When I knew I was about to deliver, he knew it before me. He roughly pushed the palm of his hand into my ass and pulled me deeper into his throat. I tried, I think, to warn him that I was about to explode, but he just held me tighter to his mouth, lifting me from behind so that he could gain every oral inch. I was on the verge of erupting and well past any other outcome. My God! I came, and I came, and I filled his mouth and he wouldn't stop sucking. It was so incredibly intense. I felt his tongue on the tip of me and it made me squirm with the electricity of his touch. I was so sensitive there, at that moment, that I had to physically push him off of me.
He rolled over and went to sleep, immediately. I laid awake most of what was left of the night. My mind couldn't process it. My underwear was still down below my knees and I just stared at the ceiling. I did finally drift off to sleep. He woke me up in the late morning with everything packed and ready to go. There was no mention, no hint of the hours before. And there never has been since then, twenty-nine years ago...
|Posted By: pete|
Posted On: Feb 21, 2012
I had been sucked off by a coach in High School. He was the coach of the girls team and used the same shower as the coach for the boys team, of which I was the equipment manager. I was doing some of my duties which was laundry and taking inventory on the basketballs and supplies. He did not know I was in the office's backroom. I was not paying any attention and did not hear him come in and go in the shower. I exited the back room to find him standing in the small area where the lockers for the coachs were and he was naked and sort of playing with himself. I tried to hide my face from him and get past him without looking more or letting him know what I had seen. However, he noticed me and asked me if I would do something for him. I asked him what he wanted and he asked me to get naked so that we could be on the same level because when you are naked it makes you equal to those around you. I was not sure but I liked him as a teacher so I said I could at least take my shirt off which I did. He then got on his knees and asked me to step up closer to him. I stepped closer and he reached for my belt and pulled me closer and then started to undo my belt. I tried to step back but I was afraid he would do something to me and get me in trouble. He then pulled my pants and underwear down and commented on my now firm cock and told me to relax as he was going to give me something that he wanted to give all the guys in my class but he knew I would enjoy and that I would not tell anyone about it.
He then took my cock in his mouth and teased me with his tongue flicking my penis slit. I did cum on the coaches chest and he enjoyed and did not make me return the favor. He cleaned my cock off and then asked if I wanted to take a shower to feel more fresh after what he just did for me. I did get my shoes and socks off and slipped out the rest of the way from my pants and underwear. I got in the shower and got hard again because I noticed he was watching me and so I lathered up and shot another load in the shower. As I finished he handed me a dry towel and as I dried my hair he was jerking his cock. He stepped to the edge of the shower and shot his load in the shower and then rinsed off as I was getting redressed. I then left the office and went about my duties as if I had been doing them all along. I was nervous in class the next day as the coach that sucked me off was also one of my teachers.
|Posted By: david|
Posted On: Feb 21, 2012
|high school fun|
I never got a blow job from any of my high school mates nor did I blow anyone until I was in my thirties.
I wish I could have been sucked by the boys basketball coach because his nickname from all the girls in my school was "Hot Rod" and he was very good looking. I would have experimented with any of the male coaches at my high school because I was extremely curious then and wish I would have been able to experiment while I was younger so I would not be desiring the learning experience now.
I did have one incident with that same girl I talked about below where a guy was included and he licked my cock but wanted me to **** him and I was scared but I wish I would have done it because he has a nice small ass that looked super tight. I understand now he has come out of the closet while I am still hiding deep inside. I think more would have happened if I would have had the balls to **** the guy but I would have likely split his ass because he was very small for a guy in high school.
In High School, I was the equipment manager for the Basketball Team and the Stats keeper for Track and in the Marching Band during Football. During the football season I would get naked in odd places in the school while everyone was out at the game after halftime and I did not have to be in my band uniform any longer. Got naked in the weight room, on the stage, the center of the gym floor, in the main hallway near my locker, the art classroom, the basement hallway and several other places.
During the Basketball Season, I would tend to my duties and from time to time I would get naked in the coaches' office and sit on the desk, in the chairs and in the supply room. I would sometimes go to the storeroom for the the other sports not in season and get naked and jerk off on uniforms or in some of the football helmets. There was a panel that was made of peg board and if you were in the storeroom with the light off you could see in to the lockers on one side of the locker room. I would sometimes be able to watch the guys who were leaving practice early or coming late get changed and that was a thrill because they could hear me if I made any noice but I kept my cool and watched them get naked. I once got to watch a guy get off which as soon as he left the locker room I had to squeeze out a load myself.
Then in Track Season I was allowed to dress for PE class in the team lockerroom because we had a small male track team and I was in PE with all of them so it made sense for me to dress with them. I got to see all of them naked every day in PE and one class the teacher was sick so we sat in the lockerroom and hung out naked for the whole period and a few of the guys jerked themselves off but I did not as I was saving myself for after school and the library because that was one location in school I never got to get off, but that night I had a key to the library due to a fundraiser my club was hosting the next evening. Baseball Season overlapped our Track Season and they dressed on the other side of the team lockerroom but I never really interacted much with them unless I had class with them.
I was naked in almost all the rooms assigned to the Junior High and High School section of my school buidling but I only got naked once in the grade school lockerroom after I was in high school and I shot a load in the shower and then I showered off and used the hand dryer to blow dry myself so I could get dressed to get back to band room which I was supposed to be in rehearsing for an upcoming concert.
|Posted By: phil|
Posted On: Feb 21, 2012
i was 13 or 14 and took a train and a bus to a state beach with some friends. they wanted to leave before i did so i stayed to take a later bus and train home. Since this was an ocean beach with fine sand it gets all in your swim trunks and sticks to your skin and can chaff if left there too long. I had brought a change of shorts and top so I could take a shower before leaving if I had the chance. they had outside showers on the boardwalk and you could shower with your trunks on and hold them open, then towel off and wrap the towel around and slip off your trunks and slip on your shorts, which I did. I had some time before the bus (like an hour) and was walking the boardwalk and discovered I did not get all the sand off and my inner thighs were chaffing. This beach also has a huge public pool and locker rooms and showers but they cost money my buddies and I didn't have. Well a guy saw me trying to get the sand off of me and had a key to the pool and lockers. Key with an elastic band you wore on your ankle or wrist and it let you in the pool and locker room. He was leaving and forgot to had in the key and asked me If I wanted to use it and then turn it in. I of course said sure. All tho I had been to this beach many times i never did use the pool or lockers so did not know what the locker room looked like. I had slipped my trunks back on to try again with the outside shower to get that sand off when the guy came up to me. Well i walked into the pool, decided to swim a little which also helped to get the salt water and sand off before i went into the locker room to see if I could shower then change. I put my stuff in a cubby locker then walked into the bathroom to take a ****. I had my dick out just over the waistband doing my thing in one of the three urinals (one guy was using the far one and I left the middle one empty when I walked in. Well a 30-35 year old came in and took the middle one between me and the other guy. and a minute later the guy on the other end finished and left so it was the new guy standing next to me. (back then there were no privacy partitions). He pulled down his suit all the way to his thighs front and back. when he walked in I noticed he was hairy chested and nice looking. I tried not to look but out of the corner of my eye I saw motion so quickly glanced and saw he had the biggest boner i ever saw ( only other boner I saw at that time was my dad's) and he was stroking it. I glanced over a couple of times and he noticed and reached over and grabbed my cock which was getting hard anyway. I remember being afraid and excited at the same time. He leaned over and whispered to follow him to his changing locker and walked out. I hesitated but then walked out and did not see him so went looking down each row of changing rooms and saw him go into one so i walked sown that row and walked into the changing locker right across from him. he left his door open and took of his trunks and was stand facing me totally naked hard as a rock.. He motioned for me to come over and i hesitated but did and he told me to come in and shut the door. he had me stand on the bench and he squatted down and started of jerk, then put his mouth on my cock. I thought it happened by accident and started to pull away since i thought who would want a ****er in their mouth but he grabbed my ass and pulled me in more. i remember it felt unbelievable and at least then he was good at it. I thought I was going to **** in his mouth so pulled away and i got off the bench and he put my hand on his cock and that was the first time i touch another guys cock or balls. he told me to suck it but I turned my head and said no, but told him he could suck mine again. So I got on the bench and and he sucked me and again I thought I was going to **** and tried to pull away but he just pushed my dick in farther and next thing i knew my legs were shaking and this different feeling (I say different since I had never experiences an orgasm except in wet dreams) came over me as i was getting ready to let my **** go and then i couldn't hold back and let go with my legs trembling (I thought from being scared). I minute later he backed off of my dick and opened his mouth and licked his lips and i saw the cum. I had never jacked off at 13 and i never actually saw or was really totally aware of releasing cum in a wet dream, just waking up wet and sticky. When I saw the cum in his mouth i knew what i had done. He asked if i wanted to see him cum and i said yes so he asked me to get off the bench and rub his balls while he jerked off. Mad did he have a load and I didn't realize it could shoot out that powerful or far.He licked off what he got on his hand and I pulled up my trunks and made a beeline out of there. Watching his jerk off showed me that i could do that and make myself cum "on purpose". Even tho my dad had told me about masturbating and very briefly taking your dick and stroking it back and forth, I never "got' it I guess. I remember doing it but nothing ever came out and no big feeling just a nice playing with your dick feeling i had already known about. I showered fast got dressed and got the bus then train home. When i got off the train a short-cut to my house was thru some woods and I was so hard thinking about what happened i was hard so dropped my shorts and wanted to see if i could make myself cum. So i stroked and I did and for the first time say my dick shoot!. did it in bed that night and just about every day back then. Been more years than I want to count and the image of the guy in my head might be made up after all this time, but i don't think much. He was a slightly older lifeguard type guy, very furry chest, thick pubes, hardon that pointed up and real hard and a thick bush. Whenever I went back to the beach with my friends I convinced them to chip in for a pool and locker room pass that we would use one at a time to clean up before going home. i made sure i was the last one to use it and told them not to wait that i would catch up with them. never saw that guy again but saw guys doing push-up and sit-ups naked, shower of course naked, and just hang in the locker room chatting. I LOVED it.
|Posted By: Don|
Posted On: Feb 20, 2012
i was 17 and in Gemany as a summer exchange student and my g-brother is also 17 and within two days we get to talking about sex and they are much more forward than us kids growing up or at least me on the farm. Anyway, we got tot taking about jacking off and i said my brothers and i had done it since i was 11, etc. then he stated jacking me off and said, oh my god, you sure have a huge dick and he was hard too at 6" but i was 8" and thick. as he did it i enjoyed it an then he said, ok, just lay there and close your eyes and don't look and see how this feels, and i said ok. suddengly i felt the best damn feeling i could imagine and had to look. i said, holy ****, what are you doing putting my filthy dick in your mouth but it sure feels great. that is how i was raised but after that, i got more of them from him and he taought me how to do it also. took me awhile to be able to do it but then it was wonderful
|Posted By: paul|
Posted On: Feb 20, 2012
My first one was a mindblowing experience (no pun intended).
I was 28, still not married. it was late at night and I was getting horny as hell just sitting around in my apartment. Had only had one experience of sex with a man up until that time. Though I had been a little scared to go - I did know the cruising areas in the city. So - I get so horny that I decide to throw caution to the winds and go cruising.
I had a motorbike in those days. So I drive into the cruising area near a beach and almost immediately this bearded and somwhat older man comes over and starts chatting. The he whispers that he wants to suck me off and that we should go to a more secluded place. He said there was another smaller beach a little distance away where no one came at night. So we get on to my bike and start to drive. This man reaches around and puts his hand in my pants and starts to slowly jack me. He was an expert at using his hands too. Its a good thing that it was late and there was almost traffic because I had a tough time staying focussed on the road.
After 15 minutes or so of driving and me almost coming on my bike seat we arrive at this beach. He leads me close to the waters edge and has me lean against a boat. It was a beautiful evening - the sound of waves and a cool gentle breeze.Soon he unzips me and starts to suck me off ever so slowly. He seemed to be in no hurry to see me finish and continued to make love to my cock - having someone makelove to your cock is so much hotter than just a hoover-mouth suck-off. Everytime he sensed that I was about to cum - he would stop and wait for the pressure to ease off and then start all over again. It felt soooooo good and his beard tickled my balls adding to the pleasure. I think it went on for almost one hour of ever increasing pleasure and pressure till I begged him to let me cum. He then took me deep in his throat and I came in buckets. Its the only time I have ever screamed when I came. Not sure if the sky was clear or cloudy but I sure as hell saw stars.
Never met him again - its been almost 20 years since - but I still get hard just thinking about it. Have had many more blowjobs since but that was my greatest ever and it taught me quite a bit on how to give great blow jobs myself.
|Posted By: Alan|
Posted On: Feb 20, 2012
I was in college. A guy from the floor above mine ( I now realize) made a project of seducing me. He was a bit of a bully and used to push me around. Finally, he told me I had a choice. Either my life was miserable or he and I came to an understanding. He wanted me in 'formal submission' Apparently this was a concept imposed on him on the high school team by an older guy. For a year and a half I sucked him once a week. The first time was in his dorm room. I knelt while he undressed. He told me in detail how to do it. A thing which made it emotionally bearable is that, even though he towered over me, I have a bigger penis. I took him all the way easily and didnt choke or gag at all. Id thought about sucking for quite a while but it wasnt like I thought. Over all, I didnt really feel victimized. Instead of bullying me he actually felt a bit guilty and became a good friend. Even though it started as coercion I was sorry to see it end.
|Posted By: Bud|
Posted On: Feb 20, 2012
I bet most members can. I do and would like to share the story...In turn, hoping other members do so. I was married and had just begun to realize I may have a thing for men. I met a few gays in my small hometown. They in turned introduced me to a young ****er who wanted to suck out a load from my nuts. I was not too keen as he was way too young and I was still a m2m virgin. After much coaxing I decided to let him eat my load. I recall how great his wet mouth was on my knob and cock...It was not long till my balls emptied their baby batter into his pussy mouth....And all this happened in his bedroom which was just outside living room..His mom and older brother were both out there watching TV as I was getting my cock sucked. I often see the house when I go in town....
|Posted By: Ken|
Posted On: Feb 20, 2012
I was 18 and a freshman at the big university 500 miles from home in the biggest city I had ever been in. I knew I had a curiosity about other boys' dicks and their jacking off habits, and I stole glances when I could, but I had never thought a thing about sucking. I had heard of "queers" but didn't really know anything about them or have any thoughts.
One night walking across campus alone there was a guy sitting on a picnic table, dangling his legs over the side. As I passed by he asked if I had a light for his cigarette. I stepped over close to him and offered him a book of matches. He just sat there with his cig in his mouth waiting for me to light it.......not unusual back in those old days when lots of boys prized their cigarette lighters maybe as gifts and had rather light a cig than hand their lighter to another person. So I stepped in even closer and struck a match and held it to his cig.....but the match went out when he said something, but I didn't understand what he said. I struck another match, same thing, but then I figured out he was saying, "I can show you some fun."
I had no idea what he was talking about, so I said, what do you mean? He said again, I can show you some fun......and then I noticed that his legs had closed against my legs on either side.....and then I noticed that his hand was pressing against my crotch. I wasn't sure what to do. I blurted out, I don't know what you are talking about! He pushed off the table and brushed past me and in the process cupped his palm over my crotch and said, follow me.
He started walking away.....I started following him....I was shaking like a leaf......but I kept walking behind him.....I still had no idea what was going on but I knew it had to do with my dick and I was instantly as horny as I was scared. We walked into a classroom building, deserted at that hour.....and into a hall restroom....and into a stall........he closed the door behind us.....he sat down on the john.....and without another word he unzipped my fly and reached in and got my dick......he pulled it out and immediatley bent forward and put it in his mouth.............OMG holymother what a sensation.....I had ****ed a few pussies but this feeling was outta sight......he started sucking and feeling my balls......I knew I was going to cum fast, any second.....it was so ****ing intense I got woozy....I put out a hand to steady myself against the wall..........it couldn't have taken more than 45 seconds or a minute for me to shoot my load......my ****ing knees were about to buckle it was so powerful.........
he sucked me til I quit cuming.....and then a little more.....I was still woozy and seeing stars and panting.......he turned loose of my dick and stood up.....he patted me on the butt and said, thanks, that was good......he squeezed past me and out the door....and he was gone......and I just stood there with my dick still hanging out, and still recovering and wondering, holymother what was that!!!!!!!!!
When I regained my composure, I zipped up and started walking home.....my mind was a flood of mixed panic and horny.....I thought, oh **** what if I ever see that guy when I am with friends.......I thought, oh man why didn't I ask to see his dick......I thought, oh damn what if I got cum on my pants.......I thought, cripes, why didn't I ask him to do it again...............as I neared my apartment, which I shared with three friends, I really felt like I had a big red sign on my face saying I Got Sucked by a Queer.
At my apartment, all three roommies were there....I was nervous as ****......if any one of them had said any word with a double meaning I would have crapped in my pants......I mumbled something to them and hit my bedroom as fast as I could......both to get away from them......and to jack off like a wild man thinking about what had happened.
The next day I walked past that building again....I was horny as hell. I walked past that picnic table, almost trembling thinking he might be there again, but he wasn't. It was only two days later that I was in another campus restroom, a big one where I had taken a thousand innocent pees and tried to sneak some peeks.......but this time in my mind it took on a whole new aura......and while I was standing at the urinal I noticed a guy at the lavatory looking at me.....I looked at him....we made eye contact....he looked down at my dick....he nodded his head....I nodded back......he went to an open stall.....I followed him......he sucked me...........from that moment on it was like a great light turned on in my head........everywhere I looked there were men standing around.....men making eye contact.....men saying hello.....men rubbing their crotches.......places which had been so innocent up to then suddenly took on a whole new picture.....I couldn't believe it.......I was like a dog in a meat market.......there were blow jobs in restrooms.....in cars....behind bushes.....in mens apartments....it was the most awesome world I had ever encountered.....and it had been there all along, I just didn't know it......and all because one man asked me for a light.....and then he lit up my world! No, I never forget that first one!
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