Date: Sat, 14 Apr 2012 10:43:48 +0100 (BST)
From: Nick Paston <nic27552@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: The Rec

This is the first in a small series of stories about my early life
exploring my sexuality. Having been happily married for many years, these
episodes have been locked up in my mind for ages, but having read other
true stories, I felt the urge to get my own experiences down as it were,
before I get too old and possibly gaga to recall them in enough detail to
make them interesting. Just to summarise then. This is the first time I saw
any kind of sexual activity, let alone joined in. The other stories, which
are all true and as vivid in my mind as this one, concern the 6 times I
have had sex with another male. From the age of 14, I was sexually active,
mainly with other boys, as the chances of getting my hand down a girls
underwear were remote at best. In all, I have had sex with 6 males, as I
said. Three other boys, two men in their twenties, one black (I only
mention that fact because the experience of sucking a big black cock was
one of the two most exciting episodes of all) and a guy in his 40's (I
think...it was kinda dark at the time) Its sort of weird, but these events
happened over a span of 40 years. The first is below, when I was 13, but
with my 14th birthday only days away -- but as I was just a spectator, I
can't count that I suppose. Anyway, this event engendered an interest in
the male organ which has sporadically come to the surface several times
since. I class myself as bisexual, although I have no interest in a
relationship with another man. I think kissing is something I do with my
wife, no one else, and I have never looked with hunger at another guy,
wishing I could have sex with him. No, my encounters, for that is what they
were, came about by chance usually, sometimes after alcohol, but in my
youth, mainly due to a mixture of curiosity and adolescent horniness.

I have never had a problem with my experimenting. I have enjoyed the feel
of a hard cock in my hands and mouth, and almost liked giving more than
receiving. I swallowed cum the very first time I sucked another boy. I
never thought about it before I did it, it just seemed natural (and even
maybe polite) to do so. Yes, sometimes there was too much to swallow, or it
wasn't particularly tasty, but I did it with every cock I sucked - I don't
know what that says about me -- you be the judge.

The very last story will be a weird echo of this one below. In both cases,
I was a spectator rather than a participant. The first time mainly due to
fear of the unknown and an innate sense of danger. The last very much due
to the fact that the participants were under-age, and I was definitely
not. The climate of fear and hostility surrounding cross generational sex
nowadays has made everybody ultra cautious. But by God, I wanted to join
in. Just plain terror of discovery, humiliation and disgrace, not to
mention a prolonged period behind bars, prevented it happening. I still get
a cold sweat at the memory of how close I came to giving in. OK, in the UK,
we don't get locked up in a group cell with the obligatory gang rape of the
pedo scenario, but its pretty unpleasant for all that.

Anyway. This is the first true story. Any comments are welcome as long as
they are constructive. Threats of eternal damnation will be ignored and
summarily deleted!

The very first time I had any kind of sexual experience was when I was 13,
going on 14, I remember. It was a hot summers afternoon, during the school
holidays, and for once, the 'rec' was deserted. My brothers had gone with
my mum to my grandmothers for the afternoon, and I was bored out of my
skull. I kicked a football around,which was no fun, then I chased the gulls
off the cricket square. Still bored.

The faint spasm in my stomach indicated a pee was required, so I set off
for the toilets, which were in a green single storey building in the far
corner of the park. They had always held an air of danger for me, I didn't
know why. The strong smell of those little yellow cubes of disinfectant
still remind me of that hot exciting afternoon every time...

The toilets were cool and dark after the heat of the sunshine,and I can
remember the feel of my shirt sticking to my back with light sweat. I
didn't see anyone else in there, so after having a pee and washing my
hands, I explored a little. Pushing back each cubicle door in turn, I read
avidly the filth written on the walls. I had been doing this for a few
weeks now, each scribbled ;suck my cock' and 'meet here at 6' gave me a
thrill I didn't understand, except that it all sounded forbidden and
exciting to me. You have to remember, at that time, and at my age then, sex
was purely an abstract exercise. Sure, I had played with my ever stiff cock
several times by then, once even to a watery orgasm, but it was still very
early days in my experience diary.

Reading the missives on the cream walls gave me my usual rock hard
erection, and I rubbed myself unconsciously as I moved from description to
badly drawn, and to me huge erections on the wall. Suitably engrossed, I
failed to notice that the end cubicle was, in fact occupied. As I pushed
open the door, I got the shock of my life.

Facing me was the groundsman for the recreation park. He was a tall black
guy,probably in his mid twenties, which to me then was almost
ancient. Kneeling in front of him was a boy about my age. When he turned
his face to me, I saw two things. One, it was a kid I knew from school, in
the year below me. And two, in his hand, glistening and huge, was the man's
cock. I realised with a shudder what I was witnessing. The cock was not
only massive, but covered in light spittle. All that messaging on the wall
didn't prepare me for the fact. The boy was sucking off this guy. I stood
paralysed for at least two seconds, which seemed like minutes. Suddenly I
realised that I was still holding my own cock through my shorts, and
flushed crimson red.

This was early 60's in rural England, and not only was sex not as widely
spoken about as now, but homosexual love was a complete taboo subject in
most homes. Now I was witnessing the most exotic thing even my feverish
adolescent imagination could conjure up. I was seeing a young boy sucking
off a black man, yes, a BLACK man.. I had only seen a couple of black men
in my lifetime up till then. One was a African teacher at my school, and
the other was this West Indian guy who had recently taken over the
groundsman duties from the retired man across the street from my house.

Now I had two choices, which quickly flashed through my mind. I could run,
which is difficult with a hard on, or I could stay, which brought up
possibilities I couldn't even imagine at that time. In fact, it was, no pun
intended, taken out of my hands. I guess my failure to turn and bolt was
correctly interpreted by both the participants in this tableau. The man
smiled at me and turned the boys head with one large hand. There was a
short pause, and then I saw the boys head begin to bob in an unmistakeable
motion. Fuck, he was sucking him again!

I agonised for about half a second before drawing up all my courage. I
shuffled half a step closer and leaned over the boys shoulder (his name was
Robin, I remembered it now) What I saw will stay with me forever. The
tousled straw coloured hair on his head flopped around as he worked. I saw
his small mouth stretched tight about the thick pole. Up and down he
went,seeming to pause on the upstroke to do something which made the man
groan and push the boy deeper onto his cock. I learned later that the
fellator was not only practised, but had mastered skills with his tongue
which produced the sort of ecstasy I could see on the man's dark face. I
could see now that the boys hands were busy too. One pumping the shaft in
counterpoint to his sucking mouth, the other cupping a pair of balls bigger
than I imagined was possible.

All too soon, as my cock strained at my shorts, his expert ministry
produced what must have been for him a familiar conclusion. With one last
swoop of his mouth, and a hollowing of his cheeks to increase the suction,
he made the man come. I heard the guy groan deeply and push the boys head
right down over the thick shaft. I could actually hear the gulps as the
boys swallowed. No spitter this one. His pale eyelashes fluttered as he
swallowed, but that was the only sign that several cc's of male sperm was
being taken into his throat. It could only have been a few seconds, but
that voyeuristic ejaculation stayed with me for years afterwards. I could
replay it endlessly whilst pumping myself to a climax

What happened next, I hear you thinking. Well if this was just a jerk off
story, then I would have been initiated into fellatio then and there, but
as it was real, nothing like that happened. The guy zipped up, slipped past
us with a broad grin, and out into the daylight. There was just me and this
skinny blonde kid Robin. I noticed a small line of cum on his
lip. Evidently even an expert lets some slip...

"Don't tell anyone, will you!" he breathed, still kneeling on the cold
concrete floor. I didn't trust myself to answer, so just shook my head. He
smiled in evident relief. His eyes moved to the front of my shorts, my
erection still tenting out the material.

"If you like, I'll..." he said quietly.

Again, in a porno story, I would have whipped out my cock, and had my first
blow job, but that was a step too far I guess, at least at that age. I
shook my head slowly

"Naah, that' s OK" I said nervously

His face creased it what I wanted think was disappointment.

"Well, see you then" he said,and got off his knees, and made to squeeze
past me on the way to the door.

I took a deep shuddering breath and spoke. It felt like I was doing
something fantastically dangerous.

"Maybe another time" I said quietly, not believing my own boldness

His face relaxed into a toothy grin, and I saw real humour in his young,
almost girl pretty face.

"I'm over here tomorrow afternoon, bout 2..?" he whispered in my ear as he
passed me. I nodded in silent acceptance.

Did I go?  Well, actually yes. I did. Several times that summer. Robin
taught me a lot. What it felt like to come in another boys mouth. What it
felt like to take a boys hard cock in my own. And a few weeks later, what
it felt like to suck that big black dick, I had seen that day in the park
toilets. But that is another story. One I can share with you if you
like. Only if you like TRUE stories that is. That's the only kind I have

email me on nic27552@yahoo.co.uk

flames will be ignored, praise welcomed!  .