Date: Fri, 24 Oct 2003 04:16:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: Donald Graves <dprdon1532@yahoo.com>
Subject: Doing Tommy Sheldon

I have a mental list in my mind of "men to do" and
Tommy Sheldon heads that list. I knew Tom ever since
high school.

Now, If you think this is going to be just another
story of me getting to finally give that dream boat
stud of a star football player some head. Well, not
this time.

Because Tommy certainly was not a dream stud. The fact
of the matter is he not only looked liked the school
nerd, he was the school  nerd.

First he struggled to make barely passing grades. But
his physical appearance  was what caused him his
biggest  problems.

There were three favorite names that described  him,
first was "Carrot Top" because of the flaming red hair
that cropped his head, then what looked like over size
ears that spread out, earned him the name of "Wing
Span".

To top that off, he had freckles, his two front teeth
were wide and had a space between them. Put a pair of
wire rimmed glasses on that body, and you have the
classic "school nerd".

The name the boys  used  mostly when the girls were
not around  was " Horse Dick". The reason  for that
endearing name is probably most obvious to any one
reading this story.

Tommy's body was flat out skinny, he was skin and
bones from the neck down, when he was naked taking a
shower after gym class he was a sight to see. Attached
to this red haired, big eared skinny body, was a cock
that hung down  two third's of the way to his knobby
knees.

His body  had very little hair, but his huge cock
seemed to explode  from a patch of flaming red pubic
hair.

That big cock is what made Tommy number one on my "men
to do list"

I was not in Tommy's gym class, but I made a special
effort to find some  reason to get in the locker room
and into the shower area when Tommy was there. I was
absolutely fascinated by that huge uncut cock.

By the time I was in High School I knew I was
attracted  to boys, I knew what that meant, I was gay.
I didn't want it that way, and tried my hardest to be
the macho type. But I just couldn't pull it off.

You see I had my own little problem. I was naturally
effeminate, I have always looked  much younger than
what I actually am. That makes me a "Twink" The term
"Twink" was tacked on to me a little later in life. In
High School I was referred to at times as "that pretty
boy"

I did manage to have a few friends, one reason for
that I was a star athlete in my own right, I was hot
miler on the track team. This natural ability did me
good when a couple of times a few of the boys decided
they wanted to take my pants off  and have some fun
with the pretty boy.

I managed to out run them then. But I have to admit I
wonder know as I reflect on those two occasions, if
maybe I would have enjoyed the fun, but at the time I
was very much against the idea.

I decided to make friends with Tommy, not just because
I felt sorry for him, I did have an ulterior motive, I
wanted to have that cock.

We did  become good friends, in fact the best of
friends, we even got to the point where we had a
couple of jack off sessions.

I love to reminisce of that first time.

Tom's dad was in the field cultivating the corn, I had
helped Tom with his barn chores that day, and after we
finished we crawled up to the hay loft to take a break
and the conversation as it often did turned to girls.
Of course that led  to getting that feeling down in
the crotch, one thing led another and the next thing
we knew we both had our cock's out.

The feeling I had at that time even to this day just
about overwhelms  me. As we were laying back in the
soft hay, and talking about girls both our cock's were
getting hard, and the precum was starting to ooze from
them. Tommy was the first to take his cock out of his
pants. I think he almost  had to because even in his
bib overalls, his cock was making a big tent, and even
with the lose fitting overalls his cock was beginning
to stretch the material. I was spell bound as he
unsnapped the snaps to his fly, I was surprised at my
self as I caught my self licking my lips.

He was lying back half sitting up on the hay as he
fished around inside his pants and I knew he was
getting a good grip on the monster that was about to
raise its beautiful head.

I was not disappointed as the head came into view, he
had hold of it about midway down the shaft, and the
head was partly folded  underneath and it suddenly
broke free as it popped into view. It wasn't all as
hard as I hoped  but it did have that swollen look, I
was captivated by the view as he adjusted the now
freed monster, and made himself comfortable with his
cock  now free from its prison.

My cock was still in its nest, and to be honest I
wasn't thinking of my cock at that moment, I was
mesmerized by the shear size, and the fact I was this
close  to the prize I had so long fantasied  about.

It seemed like I was frozen in time as I watched him
start to slowly pump up and down, it didn't seem like
short strokes, there was to much cock  for short
strokes, he slowly pumped up and down. I knew
instantly this was something he knew very well how to
do.

I did  find out later, this was his first time with
some one else present. As for me I had a couple of
Jack off experiences with my two cousins, so I wasn't
a virgin in that area.

He was pumping regular strokes and I could tell he was
going to climax soon, he was all consumed with him
self and it felt like he wasn't even aware I was
there, soon the strokes picked  up speed, and he
looked over at me, and said, "Am I flying solo today?"

The invitation to take out my cock brought me back to
reality, and I pulled out my little five incher.

Jeez Danny  I've seen some small ones but that one is
a prize, he added I think that's about the littlest
one in the whole dam high school. At least the ones
I've seen in the showers anyway.

That remark didn't make me feel to manly, it only made
me feel less of the macho man I wanted to be.

That remark at that time I do believe had its effect
on me that has lasted this far in my life. I think I
knew deep down in my heart I was gay and no matter
what I would try I knew at that moment not only was I
gay, but I would be a submissive!  And that fact
remains true today.

After that remark I lost the momentum and my cock
started to go soft, I tried hard and pumped furiously
and finally attained the desired results. Tommy was at
the brink and ignoring me he squeezed  hard at the
base of his cock, pointed it at me, and unloaded. He
hit me square in the chest, when I saw him aim at me I
just froze knowing full well what he was going to do.

In the jack off  sessions I had with my cousins, we
had never cum on any of us, we just unloaded in any
direction. As I watched fascinated at the cum
splattering on my T shirt, Tommy leaning back his body
stretched out taught moaning in ecstasy his cock
pointing straight at me, and firing in rapid
succession  streams of hot cum hitting its target
squarely.

It was a scene that was burned into mind that remains
with me to this day. Soon after Tommy finished, I
managed to get a load off, but it was pitifully small
in volume and intensity compared to his, but to me and
what I was used to it was a gusher.

Soon after we had unloaded we left the scene, it was
several month's later that we managed to get back
together for another jack off session. I think Tommy
got a case of the guilty feelings and just tried to
ignore me.

But the time finally did come when we were back in the
hayloft and ready for another session.

This time I made up my mind I was going to at least
get a taste of that cock, I wanted that cock deep down
in my throat so bad I was willing to take some risks.
The risk here was alienating Tommy from me for ever,
but I was getting ready to go to Barber college and
then start looking for career opportunities and I had
no idea where that would take me.

Finally I found myself up in the familiar hay loft, we
both had our cock's out and both were fondling our
own, I guess I had that look in my eye, Tommy must
have realized it, and he just pointed his cock at me
and the motion and the look in his eyes told me to
take hold of it.

I did just that, the look on Tommy's face was a
picture I will never forget, he told me years later
that was the first time some one else had ever touched
his cock. I took full advantage of the opportunity to
feel and fondle my long thought after trophy.

The feel of that monster in my hand made my cock dam
near shoot its load right then and there. I started to
pump his cock slowly with my right hand and my left
hand was doing the same thing to my own rampant cock.

Tommy's cock was not rock hard, it couldn't get rock
hard. The reason being if enough blood surged into
that giant to make it that hard, there would not be
enough blood left in his body to sustain life.

It felt so big in my hands I panicked because I
suddenly realized I might never be able to get this
thing in my mouth with out hurting him with my teeth.
As I was conti plating this thought I was slowing
pumping it, the shear size of it dam near scared me,
and I wondered if I had gotten in over my head.

I couldn't resist the opportunity to try, I slowly
bent down on my knees in front of him, he knew what
was about to happen.

As I reflect back on this moment, I think he had a
moment of guilt, because he started to pull back, I
still had hold of his cock and pulled it toward me
while my mouth was salivating, I first wanted to lick
the slit and head, Tommy was resisting just a little,
but I kept the pressure on pulling it forward.

My lips were about to touch my prize. When a chilling
shout came from the barn door, Tommy's Dad was there
yelling for Tommy.
It was panic  time as we both fumbled in terror, me to
get my cock back in my pants, and Tommy had to pull on
his Bid overalls up, in a hell of hurry.

His Dad got suspicious right a way, as we both with no
doubt very guilty looks climbed down  from the loft. I
think his Dad figured we had  been jacking off, and no
doubt knew we were just being boys, and doing what
boys do at times. I don't think his Dad ever knew just
how close his son was to getting his first blow job.

His Dad promptly sent me scooting out of there, and I
headed home, only to stop on the way and reflect on
the recent experience. And of course had to jack off
to settle my nerves down.

As I think back on it now, there is no doubt in my
mind, If I would have tried to suck that monster at
that time I would have botched the job badly.

I know that because when I finally did get to suck
that cock I had a lot more experience at sucking cock,
and especially big cock's, and it took every bit of my
experience  to get the job done.

In between time of that  near miss and actually
getting to do Tommy, I need to tell you a couple of
major things in my life.

First of all I realized at the moment I knelt in front
of that huge cock, I probably would not be able to get
it in my mouth, certainly not all of, it was just to
thick and to dam long, I would never be able to get it
in with out scraping it with my teeth. And I had
sucked one guy with a long dick before this and I knew
I would gag. So at that point I knew I would have done
a poor job.

I was not about to give up on it, it only made my
resolve even stronger, and decided if and when I did
get that chance, I would be able to handle it, and do
it well.

I put my self in a training program. At first I got a
eight inch dildo and worked on that till I could get
it all the way down with out gagging. I got the
thickest one I could find because I knew  Tommy's was
so dam thick I would be scraping it with my teeth.

As it turned out that would become no problem. But
more on that later.


I worked my way up to a ten incher, even attaching it
to a wall at kneeling height just so I would be in the
right position when taking it all in.

That practice did me well, as I decided that although
I would suck as many cock's as I could, I would try
and specialize in big cock's.

I did stretching exercises with my mouth and worked
hard to relax my throat to get rid of the gagging
reflex.

This program worked out well, as I had a couple of
opportunities in Barber college to put it into
practice.

During my time at Barber College one night three other
guys and myself were cruising around town we had a few
beers and decided to go to a remote area where I was
going to give each of them a blow job, it wouldn't be
the first time. These guys did not consider themselves
gay.

But this particular class did not have any women in
it, and guys being guys they all had  active cock's. I
was always around and available, so I took good care
of my buddies.

It turned out to be a few beers to many and a terrible
crash ensued, One death, Billy, Tim and me were badly
injured. I got it in the face, and had a broken jaw in
two places, to make a long story short I ended up with
all of my teeth being extracted and I got dentures.

It's a good and bad thing having dentures. I won't go
into the problems with dentures here.

Now I have to tell you if you like to suck cock, the
ability to remove your teeth is a God send. If you are
on the receiving end of that blow job, I am told it is
an experience  beyond  words.

After the healing process I returned  to finish out my
classes and had a few chances to take care of another
couple of buddies.

It was during my internship that I got a chance to do
a really big cock that would put my training program
to the test.

He was a Latino guy, and not to bad looking. I won't
go into how we got together.

But I ended up kneeling in front of this guy, his
pants down and standing in front of me, and I found my
self staring at this beautiful long cut cock pointed
right at me.

I knew instantly here was what I had been looking for,
for the past three years.

It wasn't very thick, not exactly a pencil dick, but
it was long, thin, and hard with a very slight
downward curve even when hard.

I remember the look of surprise on his face, when I
took out my teeth, and placed them in a plastic bag I
always carried for just that purpose.

Remembering to breath through my nose I started to
take his cock slowly, very slowly, forcing my throat
muscles to relax against the invader, controlling my
breathing, forcing my throat to relax, and enjoying
the taste his cock. I had been in such a hurry to get
his cock in my mouth, I hadn't even done any licking
of the cock head or balls. I just grabbed a mouth full
and started absorbing him in side my mouth.

I tightened my toothless gums around his cock, and
slowly at first started the pumping motion, he
instantly went into ecstasy. I hardly had a chance to
get down to the enjoyment of the moment and he
stiffened, the slight downward curve was working to my
advantage and I had his long cock all the way in, I
felt the tickle of his pubic hairs on my lips, I was
actually deep throating a real cock, I was ecstatic at
this revelation.

But it was short lived, as he exploded, my first deep
throat experience, the first time a guy had cum so
deep inside me. I to unloaded at that point.

We got together a couple of times after that, before
my internship ended.

I will skip over about four years here, and just say I
ended up on the west coast, and just inherited a
upscale shop from the man that owned it. He died
suddenly from a heart attack, and left the shop to me.


Just to keep the record straight, he was happily
married for twenty three years, but I was a good
diversion  for him, as his wife refused oral sex. My
extra talent gave him much pleasure, and I did him a
couple of times a week.

I did have several experiences on the west coast, one
affair that lasted about nine months, several one
night stands. And many glory hole experiences, those
experiences gave me a couple of big cock experiences
too.

By the time I was ready to take over the shop, and
while the legal process was in the mill, I decided to
make a trip back home.

Needless to say, "doing Tommy Sheldon" was at the top
of my list of priority's.

To keep this as short as possible I won't go into
detail as how we got together, but a few things do
need to be mentioned here.

The first time I saw Tommy walking down the street I
didn't even recognize him, I passed him right on by,
it was him that recognized me. The cowboy hat, the
wrangler jeans, and cowboy boots through me for a
loop. When I finally did recognize him I was stunned.
But all I had to do was look down those tight
wranglers, and the bulge looked like a grapefruit in
his crotch.

We had a couple of beers together, and I found they
had a barn fire and it burned to the ground. That was
shock to Tommy's father and a three months later he
had a fatal heart attack.

The insurance money went to his mother, and the two of
them turned the old run down farm into a land mark.
They built a beautiful new barn, took to boarding
horses for the folks that could afford it, and a
riding stable. The business flourished, and Tommy was
at last riding high.

When he asked me if I would like to see the old place
and what he and his Mom had done to it.  I didn't need
that grapefruit bulge in his wranglers to remind  me
where my priorities were, the mental image of that big
cock at eye level was still as fresh in my mind as if
it had been yesterday.

As we started the drive to the farm the conversation
turned to small talk, and he told me he has a regular
girl in town who often times needs a little extra
spending money, and she takes Tommy on. He laughed
because she says she has to be sure she has the next
day off from her regular job because she tends to walk
funny the next day.

I found out the girl was my sisters best friend.

He showed me around, and I was impressed as to the
building, the cleanliness and the workmanship of the
building.

When we got to the  tack room, the smell of leather
was overpowering, and I think I swooned. It didn't
take long for me to catch on this was Tommy's favorite
room    too.

The tack rom was impressive, bridles, riding crops,
harnesses of varying designs. Several saddles were
lined up against the wall, sitting on saw horses.

His mood changed too, and he became little bolder, and
mentioned about the times we had in the old hay loft.
Well one thing led to another. He said right out the
last time we were in the loft he knew I wanted to suck
his cock. He also said he never had good blow job, in
fact he actually never had a blow job.

Every time Cindy ( the girl in town ) tried she just
couldn't get her mouth around his cock, and when she
tried, her teeth hurt like hell. He never did get a
real blow job.

I decided to tell him I was gay, and when I did he
started laughing hard and loud. Finally he said  "Shit
Almighty Danny" you think I didn't know that!

When he stopped laughing, I told him if he really
wanted a good honest to goodness  hot blow job,  now
was his chance.

He laughed again and said "shit Danny", I thought you
would never ask.

About that point, I was surprised to fined Tommy
getting a little assertive, he leaned against a saddle
hanging on one the saw horses, and motioned for me get
into position. I was instantly on my knees, he told me
to take his pants down. First unhooking the big
western style belt buckle, unsnapping the top button,
and unsnapping the buttons on the way down, and after
each button pulling the flap to one side.

Finally all buttons undone, I started pulling the
wranglers down, that wasn't easy as they fit a little
tight, his boxers were coming down too, his cock
already beginning to swell didn't make the job any
easier. When I finally got the pants down to his
ankles, the boxers were part way down too. The
swelling cock pushing what material remained outward.

As I reached for the waist band of the boxers, the
monsters head popped out of the fly. I had to unbutton
the boxers to get them down.

He asked then, Well Danny boy, you think you can
handle that thing? No
problem I managed to squeak out, my mouth watering to
the point where it was dripping down my chin.

He started to explain he didn't think my mouth was big
enough to get it in, with out scraping the living shit
out it with my teeth.

Well now Tommy "old buddy" I said, I just happen to
have a secret weapon that will make that a "no
problem".

I reached in my back pocket and pulled out  zip lock
bag and showed it to him. He got a puzzled look on his
face, and said, now what the fuck is that supposed to
mean, a plastic bag? Yeppers I said.

I then I removed my dentures, and Tommy said, holy
shit buddy! That just might work at that.

About that time I stood up and said Buddy, I got to
get my dick out too, he said ok, but I have to tell
you right here and now, I ain't queer and I don't play
with other guy's dicks. Not a problem I said.

Being at this point, and seeking this trophy for so
long, I could hardly believe I was on my knees, ready,
willing, and able to take my prize.

I thought I knew what a hunter felt as the cross hairs
of his scope centered on the trophy he had been
looking for all his life.

My right hand had the cock at its base, I was
sensitive of every little detail, I even felt the
pubic hairs on my hand. I aimed the cock head straight
at my mouth, I saw up front, up close, the enormity of
the red blood swollen cock head, the skin stretched
back over the enormous head.

I have to admit at that moment I had reservations as
wether or not I could do the job. That cock was so dam
big, I knew I had worked hard for this very moment,
and every cock I sucked up to this time was a training
exercise for this very moment. Still I was flooded
with doubt.

I'm a little near sighted and as I brought the head in
line for me to put it in my mouth, I could see the
swollen veins running back to the pubic area and
crisscrossing over the expanse of the cock.

Finally sticking out my tongue I realized I was
licking the slit of my dream cock, with out thinking
before each move, I was licking the slit, the head,
and licking all round the head and soon my tongue was
sliding down the entire length of the shaft, my right
hand felt like it had hold of a giant cucumber. I
moved my hand so I could lick all the way down the
shaft, I wanted to taste the pubic hairs, I wanted
them to tickle my lips.

After several minutes of this, I could feel Tommy was
getting impatient, and the time was at hand, now or
never, I had to put this monster in, the test was
here. I stretched my mouth as far as I could, pushed
my head forward, at the same time pulling Tommy
towards me, to my astonishment, I suddenly realized it
was in, I actually had the head in my mouth.

I don't think I even thought about it, but when I
finally became aware of what I was doing, the cock was
past my lips, and was beginning its entry into my
mouth.

Breathing right is important when you have a mouth
full of any thing, and a big cock is no different. As
my mouth was filled to the point of being air tight,
through my experience I learned to breath through my
nose, I was breathing so loud I could hear my self, it
seemed like the whole barn and its surroundings were
perfectly still, all of nature was listening to my
breathing, it seemed that loud to me.

Its also necessary to take the cock slow and allow
your throat muscles to get use to the intrusion, and
when they are well trained they will relax and let the
intruder continue, but it has to be slow.

It also necessary for me to control the cock so its
owner don't get over anxious and start pushing his
cock in to fast.

It seemed like I had control, Tommy wasn't fighting
me, and the cock was slowly going in.

I stopped the forward motion from time to time  and
drew back and forth often so as to relax the muscles
and give the cock the sensation of being worked on.
After all it's the cock and its feeling that's
important here, I'm just the tool. This action
continued for several minutes, slowly taking more and
more cock. The sensitivity of my lips, the gums, and
my taste buds seemed to be working on overdrive, I
tasted his unique taste, and felt the unique feel of
his cock on my gums.

Tommy was leaning back against a saddle and groaning,
finally I had to pull out if only for a moment, so as
to get my breathing back, but it was only for a brief
moment, and I had it back in faster than I thought
possible, soon I was nearing the base, but found I had
a ways to go, finally I felt the tickle of a pubic
hair on my lips.

I knew I was ever so close to a life long dream, that
of Tommy Sheldon's cock all way down my throat.
Continuing the back and forth motion, with this huge
cock down deep inside, I had to stop once again, and
pull out, when I did I continued to lick the shaft
giving my throat a rest at the same time.

Quickly back in and back where I left off, there was
more hair and I knew I was close. The sensation of
that monster down so deep inside  me, I just don't
have the words  to explain. Unless you are able to
deep throat you will never know the feeling.

Finally I hit the mark, he was all the way down, I had
a mouth full of hair, and I was against the pubic
area. My dreams were reaching reality. Now all I had
to do was get him to cum. Unfortunately that came all
to soon, the gums had done their magic, the soft lips,
the motion, his first blow job, and he exploded with
such force and volume I gagged, and almost pulled off,
but I caught my self, and with shear will power and
experience I stayed on, and took the full load.

I lingered on the cock as long as I could, and
wondered what Tommy was feeling. Later he told me it
was the greatest sensation he ever had. He said when
he looked down at me, I looked liked I had been
impaled on his cock, he said he half expected to see
his cock come out the back of my neck.

After the initial orgasm subsided, I clamped down on
his cock with my gums. Here is where the bare gums
does a fantastic job. The hard soft gums giving a
sensation to the cock that can never be attained any
other way. I slowly drew back  toward the head,
squeezing the remaining cum to the head, then I would
put my lips on the head and take as big a suction as I
could so as to get every last drop of the precious
cum.

I just kept sucking the head, sliding the cock in and
out of my mouth, licking the entire shaft, even
sucking on the pubic hairs, I just couldn't get enough
of that cock. I kept it up till Tommy said, we got to
let it go for now, and he pulled away.

All good things have to come to an end, and so was the
end of me doing Tommy Sheldon for the first time.

I did him three more times before I headed back to the
coast. But being the owner of my shop I managed to get
away a couple of times a year to come back home to
visit my mother. And to do Tommy Sheldon again and
again.

The last time he said he wanted to screw that pretty
boy ass of mine. Well I'm thinking about that. I'm
sure as hell no virgin back there, but taking that
monster up my ass is something that I will have to
think about.

This time its him that wants some of me. And I'm going
to have to find a whole new training program to handle
that end.

If you care to you can E mail at dprdon1532@yahoo.com