Date: Sat, 21 Dec 2013 18:03:43 -0500
From: jim north <thickcutnorth@hotmail.ca>
Subject: My First Adult Cock

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My First Adult Cock


My name is Luke and several years ago, when I was twelve, I sucked my
first adult cock. I'd been convincing my friends to let me suck and play
with them for a couple of years and was more sure than ever that I was
gay. I'd had just about everything from my best friend's one-incher when
we were seven years old, all the way up to an older boy's enormous thing
when I was eleven. My family and I were going on vacation and I met him
at the airport before our flight. He told me he was fifteen and he had
about eight fat, cut inches and the hairiest balls I'd ever seen. I mean
- when I got back to my seat, my mother saw my flushed face and asked if
everything was okay. When I smiled at her, she said I had something in my
teeth. It was one of the un-named boy's pubes. He had started the whole
thing by flashing his cock at me in the airport men's room and we started
silently flirting in the terminal. It was an overseas/overnight flight
and while most people were asleep, I sucked him off in the plane's tiny
bathroom and swallowed his load while I jacked my little wiener and
sprayed a few drops of watery cum onto his sneakers. I'm sure that I must
be one of the youngest members of the mile-high club.

By that age my blond hair had all but disappeared, turning a darker brown
with each passing year. As I turned twelve, I was about five feet tall
and maybe ninety-five pounds. I'd started growing a few pubes around the
sides of my cock and I couldn't wait for them to fill in. My funstick (a
term I'd learned from a cousin who was a year older), was just over four
inches of uncut boy-meat. Thanks to that same cousin, my foreskin was
good and loose, as he'd taught me a lot of things. Some of them were just
practical tips about growing up uncut, but some of them were more about
having fun with my boy-parts. My hairless balls were starting to hang low
and loose underneath my dick and actually looked pretty big next to my
skinny cock and body.

I'd known the neighbour's son, Jack, since forever. He was nine years
older than me and I had quietly worshipped him for as long as I could
remember. I was probably five the first time I remember him giving me a
boner. I was sitting on the front porch of our house while he was
shooting hoops in his driveway next door. He was wearing baggy, shiny red
basketball shorts and had no shirt on. I could see his fourteen year old
penis flopping all over the place in his loose shorts and his adolescent
torso was covered in sweat. He was already very tall, about six feet, and
had short brown hair with hazel eyes. They turned really green when he
was wearing a green shirt.

Watching him that day - his lean, tanned body, whatever was hiding inside
those shiny shorts, and the sweat dripping off him - my five year old
penis got hard as anything. He saw me staring and gave me a wave. That
night as I lay in bed, my penis was hard again and I shoved my hands down
the front of the baggy boxers I slept in and rubbed it until I felt
really good and then fell asleep, one hand still cupping my tiny package,
thinking again about what my neighbour Jack had inside his baggy shorts.
At that age I'd only really seen my dad's penis a few times in the shower
or bath. It looked huge next to mine, but he was circumcised and I
wondered if Jack had skin like me.

Up until he graduated high school I got to watch him a lot, and he
actually babysat me a few times if my parents got stuck finding one of
our regulars. He was always very nice to me, and I made sure never to be
the annoying little brother type, so he didn't mind watching me for a few
hours here and there. It was during one of those babysitting visits that
I got to see him naked for the first time. By that time I was seven and
he was sixteen. Jack had taken me to the local pool to swim on a Tuesday
afternoon that summer. I had worn my bathing suit to the pool but he had
worn jeans and had to change when we got there. I followed him into the
change room, not thinking anything about it - until he started stripping
naked. I suddenly realized that I might finally get my wish and my little
prick was hard before he even finished unzipping.

"Just be a second," he said to me, as his jeans and boxers were shoved to
the floor. I couldn't reply as I stood there watching. His body was now
that of a mature young man. I had seen him shirtless a million times by
now, so I focused on his cock and balls. He was uncut like me and his
cock had a perfect wrinkled foreskin hanging off the tip and his fuzzy
balls looked heavy. He had a thick bush of brown pubes that I wanted to
stick my fingers in. He quickly pulled up a pair of board shorts with
nothing on underneath and we spent the next couple of hours splashing
around. I got the whole show in reverse on the way out. That night in
bed, I once again played with my dick until I got that good feeling. It
wasn't very long after this that I started trying to get into my friends
pants with the old 'you-show-me-yours...' thing. I was precocious and
pushy and rarely took no for an answer.

So five years later, at the age of twelve, I had a fair bit of experience
playing with friends and one or two young strangers - not to mention the
two or three times a day that I jerked myself off. Jack was due home from
college for the Thanksgiving break and I was looking forward to seeing
him, probably just to say 'hi'. I still had such a crush on him that I
sat on the porch waiting for him to arrive for about 45 minutes. When he
finally pulled up in his beat-up car, I wasn't disappointed. Over the
years Jack had turned into a gorgeous hunk of a man. He had been a sort
of all-around athlete through high school and now kept up his physical
activities at college and his body was, to my twelve year old mind,
perfect. He waved when he saw me and I waved back, my penis hard in my
shorts as I thought about playing with Jack's cock. After he went inside,
I ran up to my room, pulled my shorts and underwear down and stood in
front of my mirror, jerking myself stupid. Over the last six months my
cum had really begun to mature, and in under two minutes, I shot my thick
white load onto the mirror and floor and stood there panting, watching
myself come down. God, was I ever a little horn-dog...

At dinner that evening, I got the news that would make my day. Jack's
parents had invited some family to stay with them and Jack's uncle had
showed up with his new girlfriend, which meant they needed an extra room.
Since it was just me and my parents in our big house, Jack reluctantly
gave up his room and agreed to sleep at our place for the weekend. When
my parents told me, my prick got hard again. Maybe I'd get to see Jack in
his underwear? Or maybe even naked again? I didn't know it yet, but thank
God Jack was a cheap drunk and my dad had plenty of beer in the fridge.

My parents were already in bed, and I was allowed to stay up late for the
long weekend, so I sat with Jack and watched some TV with him while he
had a few beers.

"What's college like?" I asked him.

"Okay, I guess," he replied. "I'll be glad when it's over," he added.

"You don't like it there?" I asked, moving just a little closer to him on
the couch. I could tell he was getting a little buzzed, and even though I
had never been with someone as old as him (21!), I was determined to at
least try and take advantage of the situation. I'd even be happy if he
just passed out and I could undress him for bed.

"No, don't get me wrong," he said. "It's great, but it can get kind of
lonely sometimes. It's a pretty conservative place, so it's hard to have
a good time."

"So the girls won't put out?" I asked him, and he looked at me,
surprised.

"No, that's not really the problem," he said, watching me and taking a
sip of beer. I moved right up next to him and started running my fingers
up and down his thigh.

"What about the boys?" I asked. He just continued looking at me with a
slightly blurry gaze, so my hormone-controlled brain told me to keep
going. "You know, I could help you out if you're feeling horny - I do it
for my friends all the time," I said, and grabbed his big basket.
Incredibly, he was wearing red basketball shorts almost exactly the same
as the ones that had given me that hardon seven years earlier when I was
five. I could tell he had his usual boxers on underneath and his penis
and balls were soft and warm inside of them.

"Come on, " I said, taking his hand and leading him, stumbling just a
little bit, to my bedroom - which was further from my parents room than
the guest room he was staying in.

"What are you doing?" he asked me when we reached my room. I was a foot
shorter than him and he must have outweighed me by 70 or 80 pounds, but
he looked a little nervous. And I think he was drunker than I thought at
first. I gave him a very small push and he fell backwards onto the bed.
Like a cat, I pounced on him and pulled his shorts right down to his
ankles.

"What the fuck, dude?" he said as I pulled the shorts and boxers
completely off. His cock was pretty much how I remembered from when I'd
seen it in the pool change room except for one thing - he had no hair on
his balls! The fuzzy balls that I remembered were as smooth as mine and
looked really big. As I looked up his rippled stomach and chest, our eyes
locked for a second. I took that as consent and I grabbed his big, floppy
dick in my hand and started licking his smooth balls. He immediately let
out a groan and his cock started to get hard in my hand. I inhaled deeply
and his strong male scent just about drove me over the edge. The smell
was so different from the boys my age. After a minute of getting his
balls slick with spit, I moved up to his fully-hard seven-inch prick. His
skin stuck out past the tip and I slowly started rolling it back over his
slick purple head. It was definitely the fattest head I had ever seen on
a cock - even bigger than the teenager on the plane. A drop of precum
oozed from his piss-slit and when his fat head was fully exposed, I
gently licked up the clear liquid.

I suddenly felt Jack's hands on the sides of my head. I looked up at him
as he was looking down at me.

"You're pretty hot, Luke," he said, and I could tell he was definitely
pretty drunk. "Never did it with a boy before. Where'd you learn this?"

"I'm self-taught," I said to him before licking his head again. I started
to stroke him up and down, letting his dick-skin slide over my tongue on
the upstrokes. Every once in a while, I would swirl my tongue around his
head a little before pulling his skin back down. I reached down with my
other hand to undo my jeans. I pushed them and my red boxer-briefs down
my thighs and my hard little cock jumped up and slapped my stomach. I
gave it a couple of quick strokes, my own foreskin sliding wetly up and
down, but I had to stop right away - I was so close to cumming, and even
though I knew I could cum again in about ten minutes, I wanted to wait. I
sucked Jack for a few more minutes while he laid with his head back,
moaning. Once in a while he would look down to watch, and I made sure I
looked him in the eyes when he did.

The next time he looked down at me, I stood up and climbed on top of him
on my bed. I wanted to kiss him, and I was a little surprised when he let
me. I could taste beer and could feel his light stubble burning my
cheeks. He was very gentle actually, and while he held the back of my
head with one hand, I felt his other hand snake down between us and he
fondled my balls for a few seconds and then gave my little boner just one
or two quick strokes up and down. Despite all my interactions with other
boys, I'd never kissed anyone and I knew I'd remember this first one for
a long time.

I got back to work on his big hardon and licked a finger to play with his
ass a little bit. I never did any ass stuff with my friends because I
thought they might freak out, but I figured Jack was old enough to handle
it. I started to slowly finger-fuck him and within a few minutes he
warned me that he was going to cum.

"Didn't you hear me?" he said. I kept going for a few seconds until I
felt him tensing up. I quickly pulled off of him and jerked his cock as
he started cursing softly (fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck). I let three giant shots
hit me in the face before I put his fat head back in my mouth so I could
taste some of his load. It was hot and salty in my mouth and as the first
half of his man-sized load dripped down my cheeks, the rest went down my
throat.

I was about to blow, so I quickly climbed up and kneeled in between his
legs, grabbed my boy-dick in my hand and started pulling fast on my loose
hood. I swear my boner was bigger than it had ever been and as Jack's cum
continued to run down my face, I blew the biggest wad of jizz I'd ever
had all over Jack's stomach and his deflating cock and balls. He just lay
there watching me, both of us breathing hard.

I collapsed next to him on the bed. Even though he was covered in my cum,
I didn't think he'd love the idea of smearing it in between our bodies. I
used my fingers to wipe some of his juice off my face and then licked
them clean. After a couple of minutes, he sort of cleared his throat.

"Pretty awesome, Luke, but I don't know if that was a good idea," he said
sleepily. I laughed.

"Are you kidding? That's the best idea I've had in a long time," I
replied, before I heard him start to snore quietly. I got off the bed and
found a t-shirt to wipe my cum from his body. I carefully cleaned his
stomach before moving on to his crotch. I gently cleaned his balls and
pulled back his foreskin to wipe off that fat head, making sure he was
good and dry before I gave it a kiss and let his skin slip back up over
it. His pubes stayed a little sticky, but I liked the idea of him waking
up in the morning with some of my dried cum still on him. I managed to
wake him up just enough to lead him to the guest room and get him into
bed. He rolled onto his side and fell asleep immediately. I couldn't
resist crawling into bed with him for a few minutes. I snuggled up behind
him, my cock hard again and resting between his butt cheeks. I reached
around him and ran my fingers through his thick, sticky bush. I couldn't
wait to get more hair, but I liked the idea of smooth balls, so I'd
probably have to start shaving them one day.

The next night, Jack got good and drunk again and let me blow him one
more time. He actually jerked me off, too, which was pretty mind-blowing.
He worked my little cock like a pro while drunkenly muttering under his
breath about how he remembered being my age and how he used to jerk off
four or five times a day. My load that night hit me right in the face
while the remains dripped down Jack's big hand.

After that, Jack never let anything happen between us again - and believe
me, I tried. I think he felt guilty about it, even though I made sure to
tell him not to. It was okay if he didn't want to fool around with me.
I'd had my first man and I spent the next several years taking care of a
lot of the boys at my junior high and then my high school before heading
off to college. The school I'm going to is affiliated with a neighbouring
junior high and high school, and they have a lot of mentoring programs.
While I like the college guys, I plan on keeping my eyes open for any
young guys that are as horny as I was at that age.