Date: Mon, 14 May 2012 16:54:52 +0100 (BST)
From: Nick Paston <nic27552@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: The Rec 4 - 69 is not just a number

The Rec 4 -- or 69 is more than a number

After our joint exertions, we laid head to tail on the candlewick
bedspread, occasionally chatting, but mostly basking in that contented post
sex glow. We were both remarkably unembarrassed about what had just
happened. OK, I know Robin had much more experience than me, despite his 6
month deficit in age, but I was quite surprised at myself.

I seemed to have reached a stage where I had come to terms with my own
desires. Even at 14, I had rationalised my responses to the fact that I had
just sucked off another boy, and felt a total lack of guilt or remorse at
my actions. On the contrary, whilst we talked and laid comfortably next to
each other, and the conversation turned to the pleasure we had just given
each other I felt a familiar stirring below. Oh for the recovery time of my
14 year old self... I would give a lot to be able to perform twice in
quarter of an hour nowadays!

I felt Robins hand idly rubbing my naked stomach. His hand dipped and soon
brushed against the wet tip of my cock. Pre cum and the residue of my
earlier ejaculation was collected on his finger tips and he massaged the
warmth into my super sensitive glans.

A lazy hard on turned again into a rock hard erection, throbbing against
his palm as he stroked me steadily. I turned my head sideways and saw that
his own cock was also twitching back into life. I slid my hand over and
gripped him firmly. It felt familiar and just plain right in my hand. Warm,
slightly wet from my mouth still, and ready for action again.

I often wonder what a lovely picture that would have made to any aspiring
pornographer. Two early teen boys, both naked from the waist down, slowly
arousing each other on a single bed. My Airfix models and Green Lantern
comics strewn across my chest of draws next to us, and the almost forgotten
train set on the floor beside us. God, kids today have it made. If I had
owned a digital camera in those days, I have no doubt several dozen erotic
images would even now be filed away on my laptop for solitary masturbatory
use...

I went to lean over, intending to reacquaint my self with the delicious
sensation of his juvenile cock sliding into my willing mouth, but he
stopped me with a short "No"

I looked along my body in surprise at his negative response. Didn't he want
to come in my mouth again?

He grinned that appealing grin at me, and I was disarmed as usual.

"Wait" he said cheekily "I've always wanted to try this" and with that he
slid further down my body until his lips were brushing my stiff cock. He
pushed my head into line with his own erection and humped his hips slightly
so that the hard flesh brushed my own lips. We laid, side by side each
holding the others cock, until I realised what he wanted. You have to
remember that in the late 60's there was very little available pornography
around, full stop, let alone wall to wall internet fucking and sucking,
available to all. Nowadays, if you're 14 and gay or bi, all you need to do
is load up Xhamster or YouPorn, and away you go, 69 in one easy
lesson. Back then, the chances of me finding any material showing two
schoolboys giving each other oral pleasure were less than nil!

The glory days of Color Climax juvenile porn were years away, and don't
tell me most of my readers don't remember that!  Sadly, availability, and
safety in owning that kind of material is prohibitive. I have to depend on
my memories. And writing it down just isn't quite the same as seeing it. Oh
well...  So, there we lay, and it dawned on me, dim as I was then, that he
intended us to suck each other at the same time. It took a few seconds for
us to establish a rhythm, but once we did, I remember thinking "Oh boy, I
could do this, like FOR EVER!"

He sucked me as expertly as always, this time using his tongue to lap the
tip of my straining cock on the upstroke. It was heaven, and very nearly
put me off my own stroke, but I was determined to make him come again, so
thought desperately about dead kittens and Brussels sprouts, concentrating
on not coming until I had made him moan. Its a good thing my parents were
out, and also that my bedroom was at the back because the bed springs were
squeaking, we were both moaning and gasping, and the wet, sucking sounds
were turning me on even more than I imagined anything could. It couldn't
last, of course. Despite the fact that both of us had climaxed minutes ago,
nothing stops an adolescent male, when he gets started! I felt his hips
began to jerk, and that movement made my own hips thrust in
sympathy. Suddenly his cock jerked in my mouth and that now familiar flood
of warm cum splashed across my tongue. I swallowed and sucked harder, which
made him moan even louder. Several sparrows fled our eaves at the noise he
was making...

It was all I needed, the taste of his cum, the feel of that warm cock
pulsing in my mouth, and his balls tightening in my palm. I pushed my cock
even deeper in his mouth and my own cum spurted into his willing mouth. He
sucked me really hard this time, until I could feel the roof of his mouth
clamped against my jerking cock. It was exquisite. This time I moaned loud
enough to wake the neighbourhood.

This time, when we separated, we both laid like beached fish, gasping and
sated. I could still taste his cum, salty but not unpleasant. I remember it
felt like I had something stuck in my throat, but I've learned since that
cum does that!

We dressed shakily, pulling up trousers and making ourselves as presentable
as possible. His mums efforts to slick down his hair had failed dismally,
but then I suppose having your head gripped between someone's thighs whilst
they come in your mouth will do that every time.

We had about 3 minutes before my mum and dad were due back, so we hurriedly
assembled the train set track and squatted either side of the small circle
of metal, sliding the locomotive onto the rails, just as my little brother
burst into the room without knocking

"Let me have a go" he started to wail in that little brother chain saw
pitch I knew and hated

Then he stopped and sniffed, wrinkling his nose in disgust

"It stinks in here" he said flatly and Robin and I looked at each other in
horror. We were unaware in those days what recently ejaculated cum smelled
like to someone who has just entered the room. I leapt up and opened my
window wide, flapping the curtains for all I was worth. I really didn't
want my mum to come into the room and sniff... I guess she would have
quickly identified the smell for what it was, and that would have been that
for my new lover and me.

But little brothers have short attention spans, so shoving the Hornby loco
into his grubby 10 year old hands, I distracted him by letting him place it
on the tracks. He didn't even look up when Robin and I giggled nervously
above him.

So that was that for my first 69 experience. I have rarely managed since to
come within seconds of my partner in that situation, but then I don't have
the hair trigger I did then either!

I was going to finish this chapter of my true sex life with the following
weeks events in the groundsman's hut, but I think it deserves a chapter to
itself. Sorry to disappoint you if you were waiting for it, but it will be
worth it, I promise you!

Comments welcome, and I usually answer criticism if it is constructive.
Some of the emails I have received have some very stimulating personal
recollections of sex with other boys, and I thank you for them. Its nice to
know I'm not the only old pervert who remembers my boyhood with such
pleasure. Isn't it strange that society frowns on our memories?

Email me on nic27552@yahoo.co.uk if it pleases you!