Teen Boy Taught To Suck By 'Uncle' Bill free porn video

Introduction

I’m now fifty-two years old, having been married to my wife, Janice, for thirty years, and this story is about a sexual reawakening that I had five years ago, when I had just turned forty-seven.

I had all but forgotten some of the homosexual experiences of my youth until, like many middle-aged men, I was left with strong urges for sex, and no outlet. Janice lost interest in sex of any kind when she became premenopausal, and it had been almost a year since I was last able to fuck or even get a blowjob from her. I resorted to internet porn to enhance the pleasure of masturbation, and that led to a resurgence of the homosexual hunger I experienced in my teens.

My name is Steve, and before telling you about my experiences with other men as an adult, I will describe my sexual awakening, growing up as a teenager in the suburbs of Atlanta in the late-1970s and early-1980s.

My Teen Years

I became a model airplane enthusiast as a young boy, largely since that had been a hobby of my father’s since he was a boy. Dad was a building contractor and had a model shop in our detached garage. I spent a lot of time out there with him building, first control-line, and then radio-controlled, model airplanes. My younger brother never showed much interest in the models. Dad had a large group of friends who were also into building and flying model airplanes. They started a club to help organize their activities and to secure the use of undeveloped property for a flying field.

It was 1980 at the time I turned sixteen years old, in the summer before my junior year of high school, and I had also become good friends with many of the club members. Most of the men are my father’s age of forty years old or older, and I liked the way that I was treated as an equal, so far as my abilities at building and flying the models were concerned.

One of the men, named Bill, and his wife, Veronica, were close and long-time friends of our family. They didn’t have any children, and I had grown up calling him Uncle Bill and her Aunt Veronica. Two other men, named Chuck and Byron, were also some of our closest friends. Byron was older, in his late fifties, and he reminded me a lot of my grandfather.

Uncle Bill lived about four miles from my home, and after I got a car, when I turned sixteen, I used to drive over there on weekends and some school nights, when Dad was either working or busy bidding jobs. We would work on models together and talk about our past or anticipated outings to the flying field. Uncle Bill’s shop was also in his detached garage, and Aunt Veronica never bothered him out there.

One Friday evening I was over at Uncle Bill’s, and after about an hour he asked, “Steve, you know that I enjoy your company, but what’s a good-looking boy like you doing spending time with an old guy like me on a Friday night, instead of being out on a date? Don’t you have a girlfriend?”

I certainly liked girls, and had been seeing a girl from my class that summer, since I got my car a month earlier. But we weren’t going steady or anything, and I was over at Uncle Bill’s since I was getting one of my model airplanes ready to fly on Saturday.

So, I explained my situation, after which he said, “Ah, the joys of youth. I can still remember how sweet and sexy those sixteen-year-old girls were when I was your age. If you don’t mind me asking, have you gotten into her pants yet, or have you had any sexual experiences with any girls yet? Or, at least are you jacking it?”

That was the first time that Uncle Bill had ever brought up anything to do with sex with me, and he must have thought I was old enough, since the age of consent is sixteen in Georgia. I was naturally a little shy talking about that with him or any other adult. I had gotten to second base with the girl and wanted to fuck her, but it was too soon in our budding relationship. I had also been jacking off regularly and wanted to respond in a way that would let him know that I wasn’t a nerd.

I said, “No, Uncle Bill. Not too much success with girls yet, maybe just rubbing her tits, but I’m sure trying. And yeah, I have been using my hand to get off.

He looked over at me and smiled before lowering his voice and saying, “Well, my boy, I don’t know what you’ve learned about sex and girls in school or from your father, but I’ve got some pictures and movies that I think you will find very stimulating and help to get the juices flowing. Just say the word and I’ll show them to you.”

Computers weren’t that affordable then, so I didn’t have access to the internet. The only pictures I had seen were a few from Playboy and Hustler magazines that a friend of mine got from his father. I told him that I would like to see the pictures, and he reached up and pulled down an old cigar box from behind some other boxes on the top shelf.

Some of the photos are old black and white shots of men and women in various sexual poses, and even some of them fucking. That was my first chance to see close-ups of breasts, hairy pussies and men’s hard cocks, other than what I saw in the magazines. I have to admit that it was making my dick hard.

We must have spent fifteen minutes looking at those older photos before he pulled out some newer, color pictures of nude men and women. Uncle Bill was explaining things, pointing out especially big cocks and hairy pussies with thick outer lips. There were close-ups of pussies impaled on big cocks, too. He also had pictures of women sucking men’s cocks, and men sucking pussies, with some of them in the sixty-nine position. I was rubbing my crotch while looking at the photos, and Uncle Bill was as well, although he tried to hide it.

Before showing me the last batch of photos, he said, “Now, Steve, you may not be aware of this, and I don’t want to shock you, but sometimes men have sex with other men, and women have sex with other women. That doesn’t necessarily mean that they are homosexuals, because many people enjoy having sex with both men and women. Sometimes men just help one another out when pussy isn’t available, and they enjoy doing it without emotional attachments. And sometimes, men enjoy having sex with teenagers who are of legal age. Just let me know if these pictures are upsetting to you and I’ll put them away.”

He started flipping through the photos, and there were close-ups of mature men being sucked by other mature men, as well as teenagers my age having sex with mature men. That’s the first time I had seen anything like that, although I had definitely heard about gay guys. My dick is about five and a half inches long and thick, with big balls, and I was amazed at all the larger cocks in the pictures. The sight of the men and teens sucking one another was especially arousing, and I liked seeing them in the sixty-nine position. There was just something so earthy and raw about seeing a man with a big cock shoved into his mouth.

I was openly rubbing my crotch at that point, and I saw that Uncle Bill was no longer trying to hide that he was rubbing his too. He had to know that I wasn’t turned off at seeing the photos, and he looked down at me rubbing myself as he said, “Okay, Steve, if you like these pictures, I think you’ll love this video I have.”

Uncle Bill had a small television and VCR in the garage, and he pulled a video cassette down from the shelf and pushed it into the VCR. I can’t remember the exact title all these years later, but it was something like ‘Tommy Learns to Suck’. It started out showing a man Uncle Bill’s age and a boy a little older than me going into a tent in the woods. They talked for a few minutes, before the man asked the boy to pull down his pants as the man began rubbing the boy’s thigh. I can’t remember all the conversation, but in only a few minutes, the man was fondling and stroking the boy’s seven-inch cock.

I was fully hard at that point, and as we continued watching the video, Uncle Bill put his hand on my leg and began rubbing my inner thigh as he said, “Come on, Steve, stand on this little step stool in front of me and drop your pants as we watch the movie. We can do the same thing they’re doing if you want to.”

It was surprising that Uncle Bill would make a move like that, since he had never given any hint of being attracted to me sexually. I was so turned on from seeing the photos and watching the video, though, that I wanted to see how far he would go. I stood up on the wooden stool that he used to reach the top shelves and dropped my pants.

My crotch was right in front of his face, and he reached out to pull down my white, underwear briefs. I watched as he gripped and began to stroke my oozing, teen dick, and then we both resumed watching the video as he said, “Damn, Steve, your dick isn’t the longest I’ve seen, but it's thick and juicy. And your balls are huge and hanging here so heavily.”

It felt so good having another person stroke my dick for the first time ever, and I could tell by the look on Uncle Bill’s face that he was in lust at being able to stroke me. After a couple of more minutes, the man in the video leaned down to suck the boy’s cock, and that’s when I felt the wonderful sensation of Uncle Bill’s warm, wet mouth engulfing my dick. He reached around and pulled on my bare ass, holding me in place against him, as he fondled my balls with his other hand and began sucking my dick.

That was the greatest sensation I had ever felt, and I looked down to watch and listen to him slurping as he moved back and forth, sucking hard on my dick. It was obvious that was not his first time sucking a dick, and I could tell that he was hungry for it and enthralled to be sucking me.

I was quickly approaching my orgasm, just as I saw and heard the boy in the video getting ready to cum, and I didn’t know what Uncle Bill wanted me to do. I started trying to pull back as I said, “Oh shit, Uncle Bill, that feels so good and I’m close to cumming. You’d better pull back or I’ll shoot it into your mouth.”

When I said that he held me even tighter and mumbled something that I couldn’t understand with his mouth full of my dick meat, and that’s when I lost control and my dick began to jerk, pulse and squirt as I flooded his mouth with my teen cum. At first, I thought he might get mad at me for shooting off in his mouth, but when he kept sucking and swallowing, I knew that he wanted to eat my load. He kept sucking and licking my softening dick and tonguing my piss hole to make sure he got all my cock juice.

Then he looked up and smiled at me before saying, “You see, Steve, I like pussy more than anything, but there’s nothing wrong with sucking cock every now and then and eating a little cum. I could tell that you really enjoyed having me suck you off, and I was wondering if you have any desire to return the favor?”

He paused, to let that sink in for a few moments, and then continued, “If it helps you decide, I can tell you that a few other men in the flying club, including your dad, help the others out from time to time, and I thought you were old enough now to decide if you liked it too. Your dad and another member are more into sucking than being sucked, since their dicks aren’t as big as some of ours, and they give all of us relief when we need it. I only suck dicks every now and then, in situations like this. I want to see if the acorn has fallen close to the tree, and I’ll fast forward the video to a part that you might enjoy.”

I could hardly believe what he was saying about Dad, but I had no reason to disbelieve him. He got to a part in the video where the man was dropping his pants in front of the boy, and when he did that, Uncle Bill stood up on the step stool and began unfastening his pants and belt, as he pushed me down to sit in the chair in front of him. He dropped his pants and I was staring at the big cock and ball lumps in his tight, white underwear. I just sat there staring, unsure of myself and afraid to touch him, when he put his hand on my shoulder and pulled me a little closer.

Then he said in a throaty whisper, “Go ahead, boy, get a good feel of a meaty man-cock.”

I reached up and tentatively rubbed the bulges over his underwear, and then gripped his waistband and pulled his underwear down over the big lumps. His cock is uncircumcised and looked to be about half hard, almost seven inches long, and much thicker than mine.

Uncle Bill let out a loud sigh when I gripped the shaft and began stroking his thick meat. I had never felt anyone else’s cock, or a foreskin like that, and I liked the way it was sliding back and forth over the head and shaft, lubricated with precum. His balls are as big as lemons and hung down in his hairy scrotum between his legs.

The video was playing in the background, and I lost all sense of time, staring at his thick cock that was getting harder by the second. It finally felt hard, at a little over eight inches long, and the aroma of his sweaty, musky-smelling crotch and the precum were so arousing to me.

My face was only about six inches from his cock, and Uncle Bill put his hand behind my head and pulled me closer, saying, “That’s it, Steve, you’re so close, boy, so why not get a taste of old Uncle Bill?”

I appreciated what he had done for me, and wanted to return the favor, although, I was still apprehensive about taking his cock into my mouth. But as he pulled a little harder on my head, I opened wide to take his oozing, foreskin-covered cock head into my mouth. I liked the hard, yet rubbery texture of his cock, and the taste of his precum, and I started sucking him as he had done for me. I held onto his ass with one hand as I fondled his big balls with the other, and in only a couple of minutes I was taking so much of his cock that I was gagging on it.

Uncle Bill must have been very aroused from looking at the photos and videos, and then from sucking me off, and it only took him a few minutes to reach his orgasm. I really wasn’t too sure about taking his cum into my mouth. I wasn’t given much choice, though, as he held my head tightly against him, and his cock began to throb and pulse as I felt and tasted his cum shooting into my mouth. I loved the nastiness of it all and the idea that I was taking his cock fluids in my mouth, and I swallowed several times to get it all down.

I kept sucking his cock and fondling his balls as his cock softened in my mouth, and only stopped when he pushed me back and said, “Whoa, Stevie boy, that’s enough for now. I’m really impressed how you handled this, especially for your first time, and you seem to have as big of a taste for cock and cum as your father does. Now I want to teach you something else. I want you to suck my balls for me, and it might be easier if I sit on this stool, while you get on your knees.”

He had bar stools that he sat on when working at his other, taller, work bench. He shuffled over to it, since his pants and underwear were still around his ankles and kicked them off as he leaned back on the stool, with his ass hanging partially over the edge of the seat. He threw a seat cushion down on the floor in front of him and pulled me down to my knees on it.

His balls were hanging down over the edge of the stool, and as I moved into place on my knees, he lifted his legs over my shoulders and pulled me closer, which pulled my face right up against his nutsack. I loved the stronger musky smell of his hairy scrotum, and I began licking and sucking him, as I took first one, and then the other of his testicles into my mouth. I was learning a lot about my personality at that point, since I loved the feeling of being held by him, under and between his legs, as I sucked and slurped on his big balls.

As I continued sucking his balls, he slowly slid his ass farther out over the edge of the chair, and tilted his hips back, until I was sucking on the aromatic, long, thick, and bulging area between his balls and asshole, which I learned later is called the perineum. I also found out that some people used slang names for the perineum, such as taint, chode, choad, and grundle.

He started squirming on my face when I was sucking him there, and he moaned out loud, “Oh fuck yeah, Stevie boy, suck my balls and chode. I would have never guessed that you would be so into this, but I’m sure glad that you are. I’ve got something else that you can do for me another time, but for now, I need to you suck me off again, and I want to suck you again too.”

Uncle Bill had an old Army cot in a storage closet in the garage, and he quickly set it up in front of the work bench. When he pushed me down on my back on the cot, and then turned to get on top of me in the other direction, I recognized the sixty-nine position from the pictures he had shown me. There wasn’t enough room for him to place his knees on narrow cot, so he supported part of his weight by kind of standing over me on the floor, and he pressed his hardening cock to my mouth. Then he started sucking my dick, as he began fucking my mouth, almost like I had seen men fucking women in the videos.

It was obvious to me, even at that young age, that although Uncle Bill didn’t mind sucking dick, he still enjoyed taking a dominant posture with me. He was really fucking my mouth hard and deep, and I reached around with both arms to hold his ass to help him keep his balance. He fucked and sucked me that way for about ten minutes, until we both reached our orgasms at almost the same time. I loved being pinned under him as he inseminated my mouth, for the second time in less than an hour.

We finally got up, dressed, and sat talking on the stools at his work bench. He had exposed me to a new and exciting experience for being only sixteen years old. I knew that I wasn’t gay, and was still looking forward to my first experience fucking a girl, but I also knew that I enjoyed sucking his cock and balls, and swallowing his cum.

Uncle Bill put away the photos and video, and then smiled at me as he said, “Wow, Steve, I had not planned on starting this with you tonight, and I’m very pleasantly surprised that you were receptive to it. I can hardly wait to tell Chuck, Byron, and the others that we have a new cock sucker in our group, but I’m not sure whether to tell your dad. He might get pissed off and kick my ass, or he might be okay with it. Even if he does find out, we can never allow you and him to get together like this. That would be just too fucking weird.”

He thought for a few seconds and said, “There will be plenty of situations where you will be alone with Chuck, Byron, me, and some of the other members. I mean, you could come to our homes, just like you did with me tonight, or we could get together at the flying field or some of our out of town model meets, when we share three or four motel rooms for our club members, with four men in each room. And if your dad finds out and is okay with it, we could have both of you taking care of several of us. For now, though, please don’t tell your dad what we did.”

I was on cloud nine on the way home, having been sucked off twice, and having sucked off Uncle Bill twice. And as excited as I was, I thought that it would be embarrassing facing Uncle Bill again the next day at the flying field, and the other men that he said he would tell about me.

Dad and I drove out to the field together, early on Saturday morning, and five other members were there, in addition to Uncle Bill, Chuck and Byron. They were all smiling at me more than usual, but nothing was said until we had been there an hour or so. Dad had just begun flying one of his airplanes, for what would likely be at least a ten-minute flight, and Chuck came up to me to ask if I could help him with something in the shed.

We had a storage shed at the field, to store the gas grill, chairs and other appurtenances, and it wasn’t an unusual request; I assumed that he needed me to help lift something. I followed Chuck into the shed, which is situated so no one else could see us, and when my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I saw him standing there rubbing his crotch.

It was hot in there, in the sweltering Georgia summer, and he smiled at me and said, “Bill told me that he gave you a little training last night and explained some of the fun we have in the club, that you weren’t previously aware of. I’m not one of the cock suckers, like you and your father are, but if you really enjoyed sucking Bill’s cock and swallowing his cum, then I could sure use a blowjob right now. Your dad will be concentrating on his flying for the next ten minutes or so, and that’s plenty of time to take care of me. Just drop to your knees if you want my meat and juice, Stevie boy.”

I did want to suck his cock, and I got onto my knees in front of him. He unzipped his pants and pulled his partially hard, circumcised cock and big balls out through the zipper, and shook them at me. I leaned in and began sucking him, and he was fully hard in seconds. His cock is a little shorter and thinner than Uncle Bill’s, but it's still nice and thick and meaty.

He held my head in place and fucked my mouth, as I sucked his cock and fondled his balls. His cock is shaped a little differently than Uncle Bill’s and tasted a little different to me, and I really enjoyed the feeling of his thick cock veins as he fucked me. It only took him about five minutes to ejaculate, and I was rewarded with a mouthful of his tasty cum, which I gladly swallowed.

I sucked him for a couple of more minutes, as his cock softened, and then he patted me on the head, pulled his cock back into his pants, and zipped up before saying, “Damn, boy, that was really a great blowjob. It’s going to be nice having you around. You can expect some of the other men to bring you in here today too, whenever your dad is flying.”

It was all very matter of fact. He asked me come to the shed with him, I sucked his cock, swallowed his cum, and then we left. I had known Chuck from the time I could recollect anything as a young boy of two, and we had established a good friendship, especially as I got into my teens and became competent with building and flying the models. But the way he talked to me and treated me in the shed, and his dominating body language, made me feel like I was just some kind of fuck sleeve and cum dump for him, just being used for his pleasure.

By the time it was late afternoon, and we were packing up to leave the field, I had sucked off Chuck again, and three other members; Clyde, Lester, and Wendell. And I got that same, cold feeling from all of them. It was like I had crossed over a line, becoming their cock sucker, so I was being treated like I was lower on the pecking order, in their minds. The strange thing, that it took me a while to understand, is that I really enjoyed being submissive to and used by those men, and I definitely enjoyed the variety of cocks and the different tastes and textures of their cum loads.

On the way home, I was thinking about what had happened at the field. It wasn’t surprising that Uncle Bill didn’t want me to suck him off again, since we did it twice the night before, but I was curious why Byron didn’t take me to the shed. And there were two other men; Mitch and Larry, who didn’t want to use my mouth. Then I figured that it’s only natural that everyone wouldn’t necessarily be in the mood for a blowjob on the same day.

We got home and cleaned up our airplanes and had dinner, and I was just settling down in my room to listen to some music on the radio, when I got a call from Byron. He seemed like his usual, cheerful self when he said, “Hi, Steve, I would sure appreciate your help on a big project in my workshop tomorrow, but it shouldn’t take more than a couple of hours. Could you come by about 10:00 am? Marge will be away at church, and that’s a good time to do the project.”

I had known Byron for as long as I knew Chuck, and although I had been over to his home many times with Dad, he had never asked me over by myself to help him. I could only guess that he saw and heard about me sucking those other men at the field, and although he might want to get his cock sucked too, he probably wanted more privacy. He has a nice workshop on the back of his house, that he converted from a porch. I agreed to go to his home, and I was excited about finding out for sure what he wanted.

It was a warm, rainy summer morning when I arrived at Byron’s home. He invited me in, and said, “Hi, Steve, thanks for coming over. Let’s sit in the family room and chat for a few minutes. Can I get you something to drink? We have soft drinks and lemonade.”

I asked for a soft drink, and he soon came back and sat next to me on the couch. I asked him what the big project was all about, and he turned my way and said, “I do have something big for you to work on for me, but first I wanted to talk to you about it. Bill told me what you two did together in his garage on Friday night, and I saw that several of the other members took advantage of you in the shed yesterday. I’d like for you to help me out as well, but first I wanted to see how you're feeling about all of this. Did you feel at all pressured to give oral sex to those other men?”

It was kind of embarrassing to talk about, but I smiled at him and replied, “No, Byron, I didn’t feel pressured. Friday night was the first time that I’ve had sex of any kind, and I have to admit that I enjoyed doing it with Uncle Bill. I was hesitant at first, but after I got a taste of his cock and cum, it was really arousing to me. And I even had fun sucking the others yesterday. I like the variety of sucking several different cocks, and I especially enjoyed tasting and swallowing all their cum.”

Byron smiled back at me and said, “I’m glad that you enjoyed it, and I just wanted to be sure. You must realize though, that those men will treat you differently, now that you’ve become their cock sucker, and most of them will just want to use you, without caring too much about your feelings. I have felt close to you since you were a baby, and I’d like for you to know that I don’t want our relationship to change that way. I want us to enjoy this together. And although I can be a little demanding and dominating sometimes, and haven’t ever sucked any of the other men, I don’t mind giving you a little pleasure too.”

I wasn’t about to turn down a chance to have my dick sucked again, even though I learned in the shed that I also enjoyed just providing blowjobs to others, without being sucked myself. I also didn’t know what he meant about being dominating.

I responded, “That sounds good to me, Byron. Does that mean that you want to do this right now?”

He laughed and replied, “Yes, I would like to do it now. I’m getting a little too old to be standing in a hot shed getting my cock sucked, and I prefer to do it in the comfort of my home. And besides, I like to do more than just having my cock sucked. Your dad comes over every now and then to take care of me, so this is going to feel a little strange doing it with you. Marge won’t be back for another couple of hours, so we can do this right here on the couch. Here, I’ll get things started.”

Byron was almost sixty, and at six feet tall and weighing what I guessed was about one hundred and eighty-five pounds, he was very fit. He's a handsome man too and distinguished looking with his full head of gray hair. He stood up and pushed his sweatpants and underwear down and off his legs. I sat there in awe, staring at his soft, seven-inch-long, very thick, uncircumcised cock and big, plum-sized, low hanging balls.

For some reason, I didn’t expect a man his age to have such a big cock, and I then knew what he meant when he said that he had something big for me to work on. He saw that I was staring at his cock with my mouth hanging open, and he laughed and said, “Yeah, I know, Steve, your dad was the same way the first time he saw me naked. Go ahead and get your pants off, and we can get started. I don’t expect you to do anything that I wouldn’t do, but by the same token, I want you to at least try everything I do to you. Some things might seem a little disgusting at first, but you need to try them anyway.”

Byron kept standing as I stood and removed my pants and underwear, and then he pulled me back from the couch. I didn’t realize that it was a sofa bed, and he opened it into a queen-sized bed, as he said, “I can’t take a chance on messing up the bed in my bedroom, and we’ll be plenty comfortable on this one.”

He told me to lay on my side on the bed, and he laid in the opposite direction, facing me in a sixty-nine. My cock was rock hard, but his was still soft, and we began sucking one another, as he pulled my top leg over down behind his head and back, and holding it back with his arm, which fully opened my crotch area to him. I wasn’t sure what he was doing, until he moved his leg behind my back, exposing his entire crotch to me.

Byron’s cock didn’t get hard very quickly, probably because of his age, and I really enjoyed sucking his thick, soft, tasty meat. After sucking one another for a few minutes, he pulled my leg back even farther, and slid down to start sucking my balls. That put his balls right in my face too, and I loved sucking his hairy sack, as well as taking his big balls into my mouth, one at a time, and thoroughly tonguing, sucking, and licking them.

In the position we were in, with me sucking his balls, my face was right in his thick perineum, and I saw the hairy cleavage of his ass. And when he slid down a little farther, and began sucking my perineum, it was only natural to do the same for him. Sucking a man’s cock and balls was erotic and nasty enough on its own, but sucking his perineum was even more arousing.

The smell was musky and strong, but not offensive, and I licked and sucked his thick, bulging chode. I was amazed at how good it felt for him to be sucking me that way, and I knew that he was feeling the same way, since I felt his cock was getting harder against my throat. The thing that was a little unsettling to me was that, in that position, with our legs spread wide open, my face was almost pressed into his ass, as I sucked his chode. Then a surprising thing happened.

Byron slid down even farther and began licking and sucking my ass crack. He told me earlier that he wanted me to at least try doing everything he did, so I pressed my face into his hairy ass crack and began sucking him there. And then, just as I felt him begin to tongue and suck my asshole, my tongue pressed against his. If anyone had told me that I would end up sucking an old man’s asshole, I would have been totally disgusted. But in the heat of the moment, and the way he slowly got me into that position, with both of us so aroused, it seemed like the natural thing to return the favor to him.

His cock got even harder as I sucked his ass, and he sucked mine, and we stayed in that position for at least ten minutes. He finally pulled back and started sucking my dick, and when I saw his hard cock for the first time, I realized that it's over nine inches long. I struggled to take his thick cock into my mouth and began sucking him. He humped against my face, as I held onto his ass. He was sucking hard on my smaller dick, and I knew that I wouldn’t last long, especially after the previous stimulation.

I started making guttural sounds like, uuhhh, uuuhh, uuhhh, with his cock in my mouth, to warn him that I was close to cumming, and he began sucking me even harder. I had the most fantastic orgasm as he continued sucking me and swallowing my cum. I had to suck him for another five minutes before he rolled over on me, and fucked me like a cunt, as his huge cock pulsed and filled my mouth with his cum. I kept sucking him as his big cock deflated, trying to get every drop of his tasty semen.

We finally rolled apart, and he said, “Damn, Steve, that was wonderful, and I’m so pleased that you did everything for me that I did for you. Your dad never really liked sucking my ass, but I can tell from the way you sucked me, that you really liked doing it. Sometimes I might just want you to service me, and I’ll show you some other positions, but I’ll make sure that I suck at least one load out of you most of the times. For now, I want you to get between my legs and suck my balls for a while, so I can churn up another load for you.

Despite Byron’s earlier comments about not wanting to be uncaring and cold like the other men, I could tell that he still intended to use me, like the others, for his pleasure. I realized later that he sucked my balls, chode, and ass that first time to see if I was agreeable to it and to train me, and he never sucked my ass again after that.

Following that first weekend sucking those men, I became a regular cocksucker for many of the members, sometimes in the shed at the flying field, and sometimes in their homes. I also stayed in a motel room with three men at a couple of our out of town flying meets. Dad and I never talked about what we were doing for those men, but the fact that he and I stayed in separate motel rooms, with three men each, told me that he must have known that I was following in his footsteps.

I continued sucking those men until I graduated from high school and went away to college. The interesting thing is that I never had the urge to suck other boys, and my homosexual activities were confined to the men at the club. I had a lot of success dating girls and having sex with them in college, and I met Janice there in our senior year.

We both got jobs in Charlotte, North Carolina and got married right after college. We raised a son and a daughter there, and they are now out on their own. Being busy studying in college, and then with the daily life of working and raising a family, I had not gotten back into my model airplane hobby. All my planes and equipment were stored in Dad’s garage in Atlanta.

Resumed Sucking as an Adult

When Janice lost interest in sex, just after I turned forty-seven years old, and I was looking for some kind of sexual release, the internet provided some relief for a while, and then I needed something more. As I looked at more and more pictures and read porn stories, my previous homosexual urges were rekindled.

Using websites to find strangers for sex seemed dangerous to me, and that’s when I thought that it might be helpful if I got back into my model airplane hobby and meet some men that way. So, on my next trip to visit my parents in Atlanta, I rented a trailer to bring back my airplanes and equipment.

After I got everything set up in my garage, I started visiting flying fields on the weekends to find a club to join. I quickly realized that most of the men in the clubs were around my age or older, and they didn’t seem to be attracting as many young people to the hobby. I was very comfortable with them being older, and it reminded me of when I was a teenager in Atlanta, sucking off adult men.

Some of the men at the flying fields weren’t very friendly, and they didn’t seem interested in meeting me, as a prospective new member for their clubs, or sharing their flying fields. Finally, on the third weekend, I met several men at a private field that I accidently found while driving around in the country. They seemed very receptive to me, since it's a smaller club, with only fifteen members, and there were only three men there the day I met them.

A man, named Ken, was the club president, and he was in his late- fifties, about the same age as Byron, when I was a teenager, and he looked a lot like him. Then there was Joe, who's a couple of years older than me, and Dave, who was about fifty-three.

Ken looked over my airplanes in the back of my van, and then shook my hand before saying, “Nice of you to stop by, Steve. Most of our members are inactive, and we could sure use some new blood around here. It looks like you’ve done a nice job on your planes too. If you’d like to join our club, the dues are low, since a friend of mine lets us use this pasture for flying for free, and we don’t have many other expenses.”

I thanked Ken for the invitation and joined up right on the spot. I flew with them for a couple of hours that day, and by the time we left, I felt like we were already friends. I wasn’t quite sure how to approach them for sex, but at least they were at and beyond the ages where many men needed some relief, when they weren’t getting any pussy or blowjobs at home. One tactic I thought of was to pay attention and listen for any comments or hints they might make about their sex lives, and then carefully enter the conversation. I didn’t want to expose myself as a cock sucker, at least until I knew that they would be receptive.

It was obvious that those men had been friends for a long time, since over the next couple of weekends flying and drinking beer with them, I noticed that Ken, Joe, and Dave would sometimes tease one another about not getting any pussy at home, or how one of the guys has a bigger cock than the others. Sometimes they seemed serious, and at other times it was more lighthearted, and it was almost like they were showing off for me or something.

On the Sunday afternoon of the third weekend, we had all been drinking heavily, and after loading up our cars, we were sitting at the picnic table talking, waiting to sober up before driving home. Joe had been teasing Ken about being old and not getting any pussy or blowjobs at home, and the beer gave me the courage, for the first time, to join the teasing conversation.

I spoke up saying, “Come on, guys, don’t be so hard on Ken. I’m sure that he must find some way to satisfy himself.”

Ken laughed and said, “Yeah, no shit, Steve. I usually just jack off to the naked pictures of Joe’s wife that I have. He’s got a lot of nerve teasing me about not getting any pussy, when he’s got a hot piece of ass like her at home, and she won’t fuck him.”

Joe was squirming in his chair as I laughed and said, “Whoa, Ken, that’s interesting. How’d you get naked pictures of Joe’s wife.”

Ken replied, “Joe was out here drunk and bragging about his hot wife a couple of years ago, and after he showed us about a dozen naked photos of her, I slipped out two for myself. You should see that sweetie, with tits like cantaloupes, and a nice, hairy, fat-lipped pussy. He probably couldn’t satisfy her with his little dick anyway.”

Joe acted like he was getting pissed, and he chimed in saying, “Yeah, well, fuck you, old man; my cock is plenty big for her. At least Lori sucks my cock every now and then. That’s more than you and Dave get at home.”

I saw that as an opportunity to bring up my situation at home, and said, “I know what you guys mean about not getting any sex at home. It’s been over a year since I’ve had any pussy or gotten a blowjob. At this point, I’d probably welcome a blowjob from just about anybody.”

Then Joe asked me, “Are you kidding, Steve; would you really let a man suck your cock?”

The conversation was heading in the right direction, and I responded, “Sure, why not? A mouth is a mouth as far as I’m concerned. I’ve read that a lot of bisexual men help each other out from time to time, and that doesn’t mean that they are gay or want to be romantic or anything. Sex is sex, and they just help each other get off.”

Ken had been sitting back taking everything in, looking almost amused, and then he leaned forward on the table and said, “Well, I don’t know what you’ve been reading, but I guess I’ve heard the same things over the years. And now that you bring it up, a blowjob from a man wouldn’t be so bad; although, I couldn’t imagine returning the favor. And, Steve, since you seem to know something about it, where could we find a cock sucker like that?”

Joe and Dave also expressed an interest in having a man suck their cocks, and I thought for a moment, and lied as I replied, “I’ve never looked for one, but I guess he might even be a friend of yours, who might have an interest in sucking cocks, but is too afraid to bring it up, for fear of being ostracized or getting his ass kicked. Some men get violent at the thought of a man being gay, or even bisexual.”

Ken was looking at me suspiciously, and I suspected that I probably wasn’t fooling him. I became more certain of that when he was staringTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.