How I came to Love sucking Cocks
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Shortly after I graduated from high school I moved to the north and into the house my grandparents lived in. I hadn't been 'home' since moving to the south some six years earlier and to say it was good to be back would've been an understatement. While I'd lived in the south since I was thirteen I'd never really considered it to be my 'home'.
I left the south the day after graduation, on a plane - my first plane trip since moving to the south six years ago and I found that the thrill was still there. I sat next to a window and enjoyed the view from way above the clouds. I had not even considered the idea that I'd enjoy being up that high once more, but I did and when I landed in Atlanta it was as though
I'd once again landed for the first time. The excitement was still there and on taking off again a couple of hours later I found that I was still able to enjoy it!
Living in the south at such an early age hadn't exposed me to the
'ways of life', as some liked to call it. I was still a virgin, in every sense of the word. I knew absolutely nothing about sex, other then what my
Dad had once told me, and then all he'd ever told me is why my dick got hard! He was never one to go into details about anything, and I do mean ANYTHING!
When I moved in with my grandparents I was still totally devoid of any knowledge pertaining to sex, or even what it was. Yes, of course I'd heard rumors of 'it' when I was in high school, and then again rumors of
'it' when I worked at a local truck stop. Hell, working in a truck stop you tended to hear a lot of things regarding sex, but in my instances all I learned about was 'gay' sex, and only then because one of the men I worked with was gay himself. In fact, he would often tell me that he belonged to an 'SD' club and wanted me to join it with him. Of course,
I had no idea the time what the SD stood for. To say I was naive would definitely be an understatement!
Living with my father was a real Pain-in-the-Ass! Quite literally, too. My father abused not only my mother but me as well. It was easy for me to find myself at the other end of the old man's belt, getting the beating of my life. I learned to hate my father from an early age. Only much later in life would I find myself able to finally forgive him, and to also tell him so.
After the move up north I found friends who would 'educate' me in the ways of sex and what it was in fact for. I learned it was 'entertain- ment' of some sort and that you could entertain yourself with it as well as be entertained with it. I learned what it was to masterbate and get self gratification without having anyone else around you. I found books
I never even knew existed, with pictures no less! They told me a lot about this thing called sex and how it could be good as well as bad.
For the most part I tended to want what was good and began to get my self gratification whenever I could. I would use vaseline at first and, while it would take a while to get off, I found that I not only enjoyed doing 'it' but also looked forward to doing 'it' the next time as well.
Now at this time I never had anyone to show me anything, or what parts of my body were originally intended for, but I soon found out. I can honestly tell you right here and now that all I learned about sex, I learned for myself. There was no one around to teach me and, with my grandparents at an advanced age, I was embarrassed to even ask them any of the thousands of questions floating around in my head.
I was also embarrassed to ask anyone, too. For some reason I felt it wasn't the 'right' thing to do. Only in later years would I learn that my grandmother wasn't bashfull at all when it came to discussing sex.
Hell, even after my grandfather had his first heart attack, I would lie in my bed at night and listen to the two of them doing the horizonal polka, banging the headboard of their bed against the wall connected to my room. Now while I had an idea of what was going on, I never really envisioned what was actually happening. They never made any noises, other then that headboard bouncing against the wall, so I never thought of passion being a part of the episodes.
Now you have to remember that at this particular time my grand- parents were in their late 70s and early 80s. I had never even heard my parents making the noises my grandparents would make twice a week!
After my first year with my grandparents I moved back to the south for one more year. I was determined to save some money for school and in order to do that I had to go back to the south and get my old job back at that truck stop. Little did I realize how much things would change there while I was gone.
The first day back at work I learned that the owner of the place was in the hospital and would have surgery within a week in where his legs would be amputated, due to diabetes and other maladies of his aging body. We, that is the gay guy, Steve, and I, along with two others, were to clean up the place and get it ready to be closed down for good.
We worked on that place night and day for nearly six weeks before it was almost ready, but we did the job we were expected to do and had it all ready for the new owners when the time finally arrived. Only then did we learn the real news. The place was to be reopened, but we wouldn't be working there! The new owners would be hiring new people to man the pumps, repair the flats, and do whatever else it was that we'd done in the past. We would stay there only long enough to make sure the new hires could do the jobs right.
One night, after leaving the place, we went to Steve's trailer, which was still parked behind the truck stop. In two weeks it would be moved and he would go back to his home town, let his mother move in with him, and I'd never see him again. Now, even though Steve was gay, we got along great. I never had any problems with him and, in several instances, I took up for him when someone tried to do things that I didn't consider nice.
As we sat in his living room that night he once more brought up his 'SD' club and asked if I'd like to join. Now by this time I now under- stood what the SD stood for, Suck Dick! Also, by this time, I have to ad- mit that I was ready to find out what it was all about, so I told him I'd like to see what it was and if I'd like it. A huge smile appeared on his face and we 'retired' to his bedroom, where he sat on the bed and pulled me closer to him. Once I was in the right position he grabbed my pants, pulling me even closer, and unzipped me. While he did that I undid my belt and soon my pants, along with my underwear, were around my ankles and my hardening dick was exposed to someone for the first time.
"Nice dick you got there," he told me. The played with me, stroking me up and down and holding my balls in hands as well. It took only an instant for me to get hard and ready for him. As he pumped a tiny pearl of precum gathered on my dick head, which he rubbed into my skin, licking his fingers after each rub. He continued to massage me for a while, his hands never leaving my dick or balls. I don't know if I could've gotten any harder at that moment, but it sure felt like I was.
Then he did something I never expected!
He reached into his mouth and...
Removed his dentures!!!!
Now the first thought in my mind was, yuck!, but he quickly told me that I'd like my first blowjob this way, and being the sexual virgin
I still was, who was I to argue with him? I just stood there and let him do what he wanted to.
And yes, I was wanting him to get started with it and was really looking forward to having his mouth on my cock for the first time. Since
I'd never experienced anything like this before I was already imagining what it would be like.
First he stuck out his tongue and licked around the helmet of my cock, then he began to lick up and down the length, stopping every now and then to suck on my length, never leaving any marks but making me feel good just the same. Then he went lower, and began to suck on my balls, one at a time. He'd then take each one into his mouth, rolling his tongue around each one as much as he could and then pulled off. He pulled my balls up against the base of my cock and began to lick just underneath them. That first instance of oral massage to that area got me to leak more precum and this time he lifted it off my cock with his finger and place it directly on his tongue!
Only after he repeated this a couple of times did he then stop, look into my eyes with a look I've never seen since then, and then take my entire length of cock into his mouth and down his throat!
I never imagined that anyone would able to do such a feat!
While I'd seen pictures only a couple of weeks earlier, and seen cocks that somehow looked like they were 'freaks of nature', I never imagined that I'd be in a position to have someone take my 7.5" cock into their mouth like Steve did that day.
I stood there for as long as I could, before my legs finally gave out with a weakness I'd never felt before. Only after that I told Steve that I'd have to either sit down or lie down, whichever would be easier for him to continue with what he was doing. He got off his bed and motioned for me to take his place and then, once I sat down, he pushed me onto my back. Once in place he removed my pants and underwear and positioned himself between my legs and proceeded to once more engulf my cock with his mouth.
I laid there for what seemed like a couple of hours while he ministered to my cock, sucking and licking on it and then sucking and licking on my balls as well. Then he did something I'd never have expected. He pushed my legs back until my knees were on my chest and once again began to lick below my balls, getting me to leak once more, but this time he didn't stop and lick the juices. Instead he continued to go lower and lower until I felt...
His tongue on my asshole!
I jumped almost off the bed at that point!
I've never experienced anything like that, up to that time, and
I'd be lying if I told you I didn't like it!
Because I loved each and every stroke of his rough tongue back there. He would push the tip of his tongue as far into me as he could but he never did anything else. He never attempted to push a finger into me, for which I was glad. I never liked it as a kid when my mama would have to take my temperature back there, and I sure wasn't about to let anyone stick anything else back there. I've have beat the hell out of him if he'd even tried!
I think we spent most of the afternoon that day with him sucking me off several times. He told me how much he enjoyed the taste of my cum and that he could do that to me all night if I'd let him, and believe me, I was very much tempted to let him do just that.
After the fourth blowjob of the day he stood up and undid his pants, lowering them (he wore no underwear) and exposed his cock to me for the first time. I thought I was big, but he was just slightly bigger. His cock was probably about 8 inches and had skin over his cock head! I'd never seen an uncut cock before then and I really had no idea what it was. He sat on the bed next to me and he could obviously see the look of confusion on my face.
He took my hand in his and moved it to his cock for the first time.
He felt just as hard and I did, and his skin felt different from mine, too.
I guess it was just the fact that I was holding someone else's cock in my hand. After all, I was use to the way mine felt, but this was some- thing new to me.
"Jack it up and down," he told me.
And I did.
I watched in amazement as his cock head appeared and hid as
I pulled his extra skin back and forth.
"It's called foreskin," he told me, before I could even ask him.
"All men are born with it on their cocks," he told me, too.
I didn't have any 'foreskin' on mine though.
I reckon he could see the confusion still etched on my face.
"When boys are born most of them are circumsized."
Again, that look of confusion was on my face and even I could sense its presence.
"It's what the doctors do to baby boys after they're born. They cut off the foreskin and it's gone forever."
"But why?" I asked.
"My father once told me it had something to do with their religion, but I've also learned that it's for your health as well. It's hard to teach a boy to take the proper care of his cock and if it's not kept clean he could get an infection."
"What kind of infection?" I asked.
"You know something?" he asked.
"No," I answered.
"I really have no idea. All I remember is that my dad told me to be sure and wash myself each time I went to the bathroom, and to make sure I kept myself clean all the time down there."
I sat there and listened to what he told me, believing each and every word. After all, I knew nothing about cocks and apparently he did. I had nothing, or no one else, to tell me different, so I took him at his word.
The whole time we were talking I was still pumping on his cock and now there was a bit of precum leaking from him, as well as from my own cock. I did as he'd done earlier to mine, and wiped the fluid off with my finger and put it in my mouth, tasting it for the first time.
"Not bad," I thought.
He put his hand behind my head and pulled me down, until my face was right in front of his cock, with his cock head peaking through all that foreskin.
"You know you want to try it," he said to me. "Go ahead. Do to me the same thing I did to you."
I didn't even hesitate. I leaned in closer and licked around all that excess skin, getting my first ever taste of a cock. I got bolder and took his balls into my hands and rubbed and squeezed them, not enough to cause any pain, but hopefully enough to make him feel good, as he'd also done to me earlier in the day. I still was sure about sucking on them though. Perhaps I'd try that later. Right then the only thing
I was interested in doing was getting that cock head into my mouth, swirling my tongue around his helmut, and sucking all that skin into my mouth as well.
I sucked on him to the point of almost shooting his load, but stopped before getting that far. I pulled my mouth off him and continued to jack him with only my hand, occasionally licking his balls until his load was deposited on the top of my head!
I hadn't expected that one!
He got off the bed and went to his bathroom and I soon heard running water and in a few minutes he returned with a wet wash cloth and proceeded to clean up the top of my head.
His cock was still hard at that time so I reached out, pulled his skin several times, and was greeted with another couple of shots of his cum. This time I opened my mouth and caught the last shot on my tongue and discovered that the taste wasn't all that bad. But for me that would be the only taste of his cum I'd ever get! We made plans to get together again for a mutual suck session but before I could see it through he moved back home and in with his mother once more. I never saw Steve again after that and have always wondered what had happened to him.
Some 20 years later I did run into a mutual friend of ours and we got together a couple of times for some jerk and suck sessions and it was only then that I learned Steve had been killed in a robbery attempt only 2 weeks after our 'tryst' in his trailer! That really upset me, much more then I really cared to admit to anyone, but I never told anyone about it, and definitely never told anyone about our suck session in his trailer. Other then the mutual friend it would be almost 4 years before I'd get a chance to see another man's cock up close and personal!
Now, lets move ahead to when I once more moved up north and into the house with my grandparents. I totally left my immediate family behind me, which to me was great news! Now I could finally find out for myself if I'd be able to do things on my own for once. Yes,
I'd still be living with relatives, but this time I'd not have my father looking over my shoulder and calling me an Asshole! Or worse!
While I did love my Dad, to some extent, I was still scared of him and what he could do.
After moving back up north I found one of the local Flea Markets and was totally amazed at the things they sold openly, for all to see.
Nothing was hidden at all, and there were no booths with curtains or covers hastily thrown over racks and racks of explicit sexual content magazines, or even over sexual toys and such!
Only later would I learn that the state I was now living in had very open laws concerning the display of sexual content items, and I was immediately turned on by all of it. I would buy the books and hide them in my room, looking at the pics of pussies and cocks only after I was sure that my grandparents were really asleep in their room, or wait til they would go to the cottage at the beach and I knew I would have the house completely to myself and then I'd bring them out and enjoy each and every word or picture. I got my first look at cocks pushing into pussies and women sucking on cocks, uncut, cut, black, white, latino, women eating pussies and men sucking on cocks!
I also found my first 'Adult' bookstore and made sure I paid a visit as soon as I could, but first I'd have to wait for my 21st birthday to get here so that I could do it legally. I never once tried to purchase anything while underage, mainly because I was still hiding all this shit and would've been deeply embarrassed if anyone found out that
I liked that shit!
Anyway, on my first visit I just roamed around and browsed the magazine racks, buying a mag occasionally. I especially loved the
Penthouse magazines and I actually had the good fortune to buy that first issue and got hooked on it and at one time had the first
25 issues, which quickly became dog eared from all the reading and picture-looking I did. Then came Playgirl and I was finally able to see pictures of men with it all 'hanging out' for the first time, and this time it was 'legal'! I found that I got very hard when looking at another man's cock and would leak precum until my underwear got wet and sticky.
On one of the late visits I finally found the video booths, or rather the cubicles in which you could look at the movies. There were no solid walls around them back then. They were divided by curtains on both sides and at the rear. You entered, pulled the curtain closed behind you, and inserted your coins and enjoyed the movies. While watching one of them on this visit I pulled out my cock and began to jack off while watching. I wish I could tell you the content of that first movie, but honestly I can't. All I do remember is that I was watching when suddenly there was a voice in my ear, "Want me to do that for you?" he asked. At first I was scared shitless, but I did manage to nod my head and I wasn't exactly sure he had seen the motion, but he got on his knees and took my hard cock into his mouth and proceeded to lick me, going lower and lower until my whole cock was deep into his throat, just like Steve had done to me. He played with my balls while doing this and even stroked my asshole at one time, but I pulled back and I guess he got my meaning, cause he didn't try it again.
He sucked alternately on my cock and my balls until I shot my load into his mouth and he quickly swallowed all of it. He stood up, took my hand and placed it on his crotch, still covered with his pants, and encouraged me to open his zipper and release his cock, which I did. I was stunned with the size of his cock. It was the smallest cock I'd ever felt. I mean this cock was perhaps only 4 inches long when hard and only about an inch around! He was cut, as well.
I took that small organ into my mouth, not worrying about choking on it due to the size, and got the whole thing into my mouth and sucked on him until he also shot his load, which I swallowed. Once I was done I stood up and I heard him re-zip his pants. He got closer to me and asked if I had a pen, which I did. I never leave the house without a pen in my pocket at all times.
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