Date: Mon, 29 Dec 2003 10:22:55 -0600
From: David Berkshire <daveberkshire@earthlink.net>
Subject: My Queer Story: Chapter II

Actually, these two experiences with grown men were not my first time
fooling around with another male.  When I was thirteen and could have an
orgasm and shoot cum, a young friend came to spend the night.  His family
had lived on the next street and we had become playmates even though he was
a couple of years younger than me.  They moved across town, but since my
mother and his had become friends, our families kept in contact.

Previous to the overnight when I was twelve and he was ten, he and his
mother came to visit so my mother could help his mother get started on
making some draperies.  They were in the back of the apartment with the
sewing machine.  Bide and I were sitting side-by-side on my parents' bed in
the front of the apartment.  The conversation turned to dicks, because Bide
had seen the hard dick of the sixteen year old brother of a friend of his.
He had shown Bide and his friend his hard cock and invited them to play
with it.  They had alternately stroked his big cock until while Bide was
stroking him, he'd shot a big load of cum all over the two younger boys.
When he finished telling the story, we both had hardons.  Bide suggested
that we play with each other, so we pulled our cocks out and began stroking
each other.  Bide marveled at the size of my hardon, saying it was almost
as big as the older brother.

After a bit, he asked, "You ever have anybody put there mouth on it and
give you a blowjob?"  Not even knowing what he meant (yet), I told him I
hadn't.  "You want me to suck you?" he asked.  Excited about what that
would feel like, I told him, "Yes."  Bide bent over and his mouth was just
an inch from my cock when we heard stirring in the back of the house.  He
sat up straight and we hurriedly tucked ourselves away.  The noise turned
out to be a false alarm, so we took our cocks out again and continued to
stroke each other.  Bide was impressed when I shot a load of cum.  He had
an orgasm, but didn't produce any cum.

About a year later, since Bide and I saw each other so seldom, our mothers
arranged for him to spend the night so we could be together two days in a
row.  After we got into bed and turned out the light, we lay there talking
in the bright moonlight that streamed in the window.  In a bit, Bide asked
me if I remembered him telling about his friend with the older brother who
had let him and Bide's friend beat him off until he came.  I told him that
I did remember and that I often beat off thinking about that time when we
had stroked each other off.

"You want to play with each other?" He asked.

 "Sure," I answered.  Bide shoved his pajama bottoms down and I followed
suit.  We reached out and began fondling each other.  Quickly we were both
hard.

"You've sure got a big one," Bide commented.  "It's grown a lot since last
time."

"Aw, I don't know it's not nearly as big as my dad's" (I had about six
inches at this time).

"You've seen your dad's dick?" he asked excitedly.

"Yeah, but not stiff of course," I explained.  "But even soft, it's really
big.  About twice as big as mine (not quite)."

"Wouldn't you like to play with his dick until it got stiff like ours are
now," Bide asked.

"Oh, yeah," I exclaimed (softly so we wouldn't be overheard).  "I'd like to
stroke him until he feels really good and squirts juice like I do."

 " Bide brightened saying, "Hey, I know something that's a lot of fun.  He
told me his friend had showed him something else that his friend and big
brother did: I lie on top of you and we rub our dicks together.  Bide
asked, "You want to do it?"

"Man," I answered, "That does sound like fun.  Let's do it."

Bide got on all fours over me and as he lowered himself positioned our
dicks together between our bellies.  He began to move so that our dicks
rubbed together.  It started to feel good right away.  Bide told me "He and
his sixteen-year-old brother do it nearly every night and his brother
shoots juice all over him.  Are you gonna shoot your juice on me?"

"Yeah," I gasped, "I'm gettin' close.  It's feelin' so good."  Then I did
squirt my cum between our bellies.

"Oh, yeah," Bide exclaimed, "I feel it.  We fooled around a little more and
then fell asleep.  It never happened again, but you can be sure I
remembered.  It fueled a lot of jack off fantasies.

This incident happened only a few weeks before my first blowjob from a man
in the basement restroom of the library and I began my career of
cocksucking all over town.

For a year or so after I began sucking cock and getting blowjobs, I tried
to get some of my other friends to fool around, but they were either not
interested or the Christians had gotten to them and taught them that
playing with their pee-pee was evil.  I had no luck with my friends until
my best buddy, Billy, brought up the subject of sex.  He was a year younger
than me and obviously hero-worshiped me (which I did not realize at the
time).  When we were sitting together talking he would gently run his hand
over the copious hair on my arms or legs, commenting how hairy I was.  He
would continue to stroke me as long as we sat together.  Naturally it got
me horny, but I didn't try anything for fear of offending him and losing
his friendship.

About a year after my first sex experiences with men, Billy brought up the
subject of beating off.  He brought out a little magazine with pictures of
women in scanty bathing suits.  As we sat side-by side looking at it, Billy
groped himself and an obvious hardon.  He asked, "You want to beat off?"  I
believe now that this was a ploy to get to see my hardon and shoot off.

Since seeing him with a hardon had given me a hardon, I said, "Sure."  We
stood together, dropped our jeans and shorts and sat back on the couch with
our legs and butts touching.  We each grabbed our cocks and began to stroke
while watching each other.  The girly mag lay discarded on the coffee
table.

"Man, you've got big balls," Billy exclaimed softly.  "You've got a really
big cock."

I told him, "You have about an inch on me and I've never seen such a big
head on a cock."  We continued to watch each other stroke our cocks for a
few minutes.  Finally I risked asking, "You want to feel my balls?"

"Oh, yeah," Billy replied like he'd been dying for me to ask.

I scooted forward to give him better access and asked, "Can I feel your big
cock?"

As he hefted my balls, Billy removed his hand from his cock, saying in a
passion filled voice, "Sure, feel away."  Believe me I did.  I grasped his
seven inches near the head and squeezed the big, spongy pink head.  "Oh,
God," Billy gasped, "That feels so good.  Go easy, 'cause I'm really hot."

Grasping his cock and beginning to stroke it very gently, I agreed, "Yeah,
me too.  Let's make it last, buddy."  Billy abandoned my balls and began to
stroke my cock.

We sat watching each other stroking the other's cock, just enjoying the
moment.  Finally I said, "This is so great.  Two horney buddies helping
each other out.  Man, your hand feels so good on my cock.  Much better than
my own."

"Yeah, I know what you mean," Billy replied.  "I bet with those big balls
you shoot a lot of cum."

"Yeah," I agreed, "I've never had any complaints."  We continued to stroke
each other for a few beats and then it soaked in what I had said.

Billy asked, "No complaints from who?"  "From the men I let suck me off in
restrooms," I replied as nonchalantly as I could manage.

Billy sat up and looked at me.  Luckily he didn't let go my cock, but he
quit stroking.  "You let men suck you off?  What does it feel like?" he
asked excitedly.

"Heavenly," I told him.  "You can't imagine what it feels like to shoot
your load into a hot, wet mouth."

"Oh, God!," he exclaimed, "I can't imagine it."

"You want to try it?" I asked.

"How can I?" he asked.  "We don't have a queer here to do it for me."

We did, but I wasn't about to tell him that - not yet anyway.  So I said,
"No, but you're my best buddy in the world.  I'll do it for you."

"God, would you?" Billy exclaimed. "That would be so neat."

"Spread your legs," I ordered.  His knees sprang wide.

I got down on the floor, leaned over his lap and took his cock into my
mouth, quickly descending 'til my lips nestled in his bush.  A drawn out
gasp of "Gawd." escaped Billy's lips and his hands grasped my head.  I
swallowed a couple of times on that big head on his cock and withdrew my
lips up his cock until only that bulbous head stayed in my mouth.  Then
descended again to swallow on his nob.  I repeated this over and over
slowly to draw out his pleasure.  By now Billy was mumbling incoherently
and running his fingers through my hair.  Finally I felt his cock swell and
stiffen and then my best buddy was shooting his load of cum into my mouth
and down my throat.  When he finished shooting, and his cock began to
soften his body went totally limp.  Letting his cock slip from my mouth, I
looked up to find him with his eyes closed and head resting on the back of
the couch.  I might have thought he was dead except that his chest was
heaving like he'd run a race.

I got back up on the couch and shoving his leg straight, sat right beside
him.  I lifted his head enough to slip my arm across his shoulders and let
his head fall back against my arm.  "So, how was it, buddy?" I asked.

Billy's head lolled over my way, his eyes open to slits and he murmured,
"It was wonderful.  The best cum I've ever had."

Grinning at him, I said, "Glad you enjoyed it, best buddy."  When Billy
seemed to recover his strength and sat up straighter, I asked, "Would you
like to finish me off?" and looked down at my still hard cock.

Looking down at my cock, Billy said, "I don't think I can do that for you,
but I can finish jacking you off."

"That's all I expect," I told him and scooted down to give him easier
access.

As Billy grasped my cock and began to pump it, he asked "You swallowed my
cum?"

"Yeah," I assured him, " You have sweet tasting cum.  Haven't you ever
tasted your cum when you beat off?"

"No," he answered, "I figured it would taste nasty."

"It takes some getting used to," I told him, "but when you do it's really
neat tasting.  And all the hormones in it make you more manly.  Why else do
you think I have so much hair on my arms and legs?  I've been eating my cum
for years."

Billy began to fondle my balls with his free hand as he continued to stroke
my cock.  "I can't get over how big your balls are," Billy wondered, "I
want to see how much cum you shoot."

"Well, you're about to find out," I gasped.  "Move your hand up to the top
of my cock so you can catch my cum."  Billy did so and squeezed my cock a
little harder.  I gasped and began to shoot into his fist.  Since I'd had
such a long time to get worked up, I did shoot a very big load.  Billy's
eyes got wide observing how much cum accumulated on his fist.  When I
stopped shooting and my cock started to soften, I lifted Billy's hand
toward his lips, urging, "Taste it."

Billy looked me in the eye with a mix of fear and curiosity.  Curiosity
won.  His tongue came out to lick off a tiny amount and withdrew into his
mouth.  I could see his tongue moving around inside his mouth.  He looked
surprised and his tongue came out to lick up a substantial amount of my
cum.  Billy continued to lick my cum off his hand until his hand was clean.
When he was finished, he said, "You're right.  When you get used to it, it
tastes good."

"So you've learned something today," I told him.  "And I enjoyed sucking
you off because I knew I was giving pleasure to my best buddy.  I liked the
feel of your big cock in my mouth, and just before you came it swelled
bigger and got steely hard.  Like I said, your cum tastes good.  I could
get addicted to it."

Billy began rubbing the hairs on my arm as he said, "I really appreciate
the pleasure you gave me, buddy.  And I did like the taste of your cum.
Next time, I want to try to suck you off."

Reassured that there would be a next time, I told him, "I would love that,
"but I don't want you to do it unless you're sure."

"No I want to," he answered."

Then changing the subject, Billy said, "You know, I've beat off with Tom
and he has a really big cock.  We measured it and it's eight and one half
inches.  It's kinda thin, but so long.  We should get Tom in on this."  Tom
was a good friend of both of us.  He was also the handsomest boy I knew.
In fact, later I would become even closer to Tom because of common
intellectual interests.  This idea of getting together with Tom for sex
really appealed to me.