Date: Sat, 13 May 2000 16:37:52 -0400
From: J.W. Martins-Bazinet <3stix@concentric.net>
Subject: First Cock to Last

First Cock to Last

I was 15 when I sucked my first cock. It belonged to one of my Mom's
live-in boyfriends, a guy named Steven. Let me explain a few things. Mom
was my only family. She left her family back in Camden, Maine as soon as
she graduated from high school. Both her parents were drunks and abusive
on top of that. She hauled ass as soon as she could. Actually she and a
girlfriend moved to Boston, got jobs and rented an apartment together.
Mom got a job working at a shoe store; met some guy at the job; fucked
him and nine months later I arrived on the scene. They got married, but
never lived together. Mom didn't say much about the subject, but what she
did tell me had me totally confused. My father was a wonderful guy; they
could not make it in marriage for some undisclosed reason; by mutual
agreement he was to have no contact with me at all; he always paid child
support, sent me birthday and Christmas gifts, but only through an
attorney. I didn't know what he looked like, where he lived, what he did,
if he was remarried or if I had brothers or sisters. Did I look like him,
Mom wouldn't say, I sure didn't look like her.

Any way now that you have some background to the story. Mom never kept a
boyfriend for very long. She just didn't know how to deal with a guy.
First of all she was a sucker for a pretty face, without much regard to
what might lay behind it. Second, she fell in love at the drop of a hat.
Third, as soon as she was "in love" she became the guy's doormat. If he
didn't have a job, Mom would just work overtime to make ends meet. I
don't think one of the guys that passed through our lives (Steven was
number 11) ever heard her say no to any of their requests or harebrained
notions.

When Steven moved in he was closer to my in age than Mom. She was 34, he
was 22 and I was 15. He of course couldn't find a job in the whole city
of Boston. He was supposed to be looking hard, but whenever I came home
from school Steven was sprawled out on the couch in nothing but his
underwear, usually stoned, watching television. Mom started doing
overtime (she'd become a nurse and worked at Mass General, so she wasn't
stupid) in order for Steven to have pocket money without breaking the
budget. I could almost understand why she was so dumb, he was a wonderful
specimen. He was just over 6'; there wasn't an ounce of fat on him, just
a tight youthful body with subtle definition. He had an angelic face
capped with long, curly blond hair and punctuated by deep blue eyes. None
of this was diminished by his personality, he was charming and caring. I
was almost as smitten with him as Mom. Though I'd never had sexual
contact with either male or female, he was definitely the center of my
multi-daily masturbatory exploits.

The afternoon that it happened started out pretty normal. I arrived home
from school at 2:30, Steven was laying back on the couch, one leg up on
the cushions, one down on the floor, giving the world a wide open view of
the giant mound pushing the pouch of his bikini underwear out to its full
capacity. I was mesmerized and blushed when I realized Steven had caught
me looking.

"Nothing to blush about, I've had grown married men stare at the old
family jewels," he took the opportunity to cup his package with his right
hand and give it a couple of shakes, "I know most men envy me and can't
believe anybody's got this much."

All I could manage was, "it sure is the biggest I've ever seen," before I
retreated to my room, flushed, horny and hard.

I threw my books on the desk and then stripped out of my school clothes
as fast as I could. It was utter relief when I peeled off my briefs
allowing my solid wood six incher to spring free. I fell back on my bed
and began fisting myself, my thoughts centering on what was under the
pouch of those bikinis. The way I was going it wasn't going to take long
before I sprayed my chest with a warm coating of my man juice. I was so
worked up, with my eyes scrunched shut, that I hadn't realized that my
bedroom door had opened and Steven had stepped inside, at least not until
he spoke.

"Hey Kiddo, you might want to save that for a minute and come out in the
living room, I got something to show you."

I almost jumped out of my skin. I barely heard what he'd said, I didn't
know what to do with myself or how to hide what I was doing (as if I
could). All I could manage was "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Please don't tell
Mom." I must have sounded pathetic.

He just laughed. "Tell her what, that her son likes to flog his log just
like every teenage boy in the fuckin' country? That would be a flash.
Besides don't you think I know you pound the pud everyday when you come
home from school. You think I deaf or stupid? Sometimes you groan and
moan like a whore in heat. Relax, I've even beat off just listening to
you having fun. Now pull yourself together and come out in the living
room, like I said I have something to show you and I promise you're going
to enjoy it. And don't bother putting on any clothes."

His last sentence certainly got my attention. My mind raced through the
possibilities and none of them were bad. My cock, which had begun to go
limp, sprang immediately to full alert. I followed it out into the living
room with great anticipation. Steven was sitting on the couch, his legs
spread wide in front of him. He'd taken off his undershirt and was
wearing only the bikinis. The pouch had grown, the material actually
being pushed away from his skin by what had to be a giant erection,
barely being restrained by the taut silk fabric. My jaw dropped open and
my cock pulsed out a drop of precum. I stood staring.

Steven patted the couch next to him with his left hand. "Sit down next to
me. I think we're both going to enjoy this movie." He was holding the VCR
controls in his left hand and he pushed a couple of buttons. In a moment
or two the TV screen came to life with the movie's title: Bi The Way.
That was a surprise, among surprises and I immediately saw the
possibilities. Following the title they showed a few cut from the movie
as they introduced the cast. Let me tell you, since this was my very
first porno movie, I was hot, hot, hot. I couldn't help it, right there
in front of Steven and God I started beating my meat.

Steven reached over with his left hand and covered my right with it, at
the same time touching part of my dick, I almost died, I wanted to cum so
bad. "Hold on there Kiddo, there's lots of time for that, don't waste it,
let it build and then you might be surprised at what could happen. Just
hold on for a little longer."

I wasn't sure what he was talking about, but if I wasn't totally wrong it
was enough of a possibility to keep myself under control, though it
wasn't easy. At one point I had to look away from the screen, 'cause I
was afraid I was going to blow my loan without touching myself. I look
over at Steven and at his crotch. He was also very excited, his cock was
throbbing under its thin silk confines. What I really wanted to do was
rip off his bikini and swallow that hidden monster. I was never so sure
of anything. Steven had to be my first dick. I knew it was going to
happen.

The first loop on the video was of a married couple who proceed to eat
each other and then fuck up a storm. Like I said for a first timerike me
this was hot stuff. The second loop sent me out of my mind. It was the
same couple only now they were joined by the husband's college student
nephew. Well it doesn't take too long before the three of them are naked
and in bed together. The husband and the nephew start eating out the wife
and she looses her nut a dozen times. Then the husband lays back while
the wife swallows his big, beefy cock. The nephew meanwhile has kicked
back watching the action, slowly stroking his long pole. Then the wife
looks up at the nephew and motions with her eyes for him to join her. You
can see him thinking it over for about a half second and wam, bam he's
chowing down on his uncle's favorite toy. The wife goes and sits on her
husband's face so he can eat her, leaving nephew to go to town. It
doesn't take long before uncle unloads in his mouth and all over his
face. I can't take much more at this point and glance over at Steven.
He's massaging himself, rubbing the silk against his obvious shaft.

Steven looked at me and grinned as he put the movie on pause. "I was
gonna ask how you were enjoying it, but I can see that you are." He
nodded toward my crotch and I followed his eyes. My cock was completely
coated with a shiny layer of ball juice. He started the movie again while
saying, "how about helping me peel off this bikini. I think we're both
ready to try something else."

I was trembling, but it didn't prevent me from getting down on the floor
and kneeling between his legs. I wasn't paying attention to the movie,
even though the next loop was just the uncle and the nephew, I had the
real thing right in front of me. Steven wasn't watching either. He'd
thrown his head back against the cushion and closed his eyes. I took this
as a sign that I could do whatever I wanted, he wasn't going to stop me.

I reached out with both hands and curled my fingers around the bikini
waistband. As I started to tug down Steven raised his body just enough so
that I could slide them off. Then he opened his eyes long enough to
remove the underwear one leg a time. I leaned back so he could maneuver.
Once they were off he resumed his former position and closed his eyes. I
turned my attention to the long, thick slab of manmeat that I'd dreamed
about so many times . He was so hard that it was firm against his hard
stomach. When I grasped it he gave a little groan; it took some force to
pull it straight up.

"Easy," he said, "slow and easy. Treat it gentle. Make love to it."

That was the only instruction I needed. I let it go and it sprang back,
slapping against his stomach. I leaned down and started to kiss it, then
lick it. I did the same to his apricot sized balls. I gave particular
attention to the meaty head. The more I licked it the more it spewed its
luscious syrup. The flavors and aromas had me in a trace, the oral
sensation was overwhelming. I was ready, a natural born cock sucker on
his maiden suck. I more than made love to it, I worshiped it. I wanted to
swallow it, to make it mine, to digest it. I was in paradise for ten
minutes. I had Steven in a paradise of his own. He was whimpering and
writhing. Then came heaven!

He placed his hands on either side of my head to control the speed and
depth of my pistoning; his body stiffened and he raised his ass off the
couch and froze; the cock between my lips grew in girth; and then with a
growl he pumped out six thick globs of musky cream. I was hooked, I
wanted all he could produce. I milked him until he begged to be set free.
I removed him from my mouth but kept my tongue poised under the slit not
wanting to miss any lingering drop. When I was sure there was no more to
cum I took him into my mouth one more time making him cry out in
pleasure.

As he recovered I stretched out on the living room floor and began
pounding out my load. Again he broke into my struggle toward release,
"Kiddo, hold on a minute and I'll help you out."

Again he said just about the only thing that could get me to stop. How
did he intend to help?

I sat up, my stiff cock drooling all over the place. He got down next to
me and took my cock in his hand and gave it a couple of strokes. "Why
don't you lie on the couch." I did as he instructed. He then licked his
hand and using his spit as lube began to caress my dick with his hand. It
was great. He fisted me tightly and began in with long, slow strokes. I
was a gonner!

"Steven, I'm gonna shoot my load, ahahahahah!"

To my total amazement, just before I let loose with the first volley,
Steven knelt up and dove down on my pulsing meat. I think I shot a week's
worth of jism, it was the biggest load of my young life, no doubt. I was
still shocked that Steven had taken my load and eaten it. He released my
cock from between his lips and smiled sheepishly as he explained, "I'm
not much for sucking cock, but I love cum. I always eat my own cum
whenever I can, I even suck the cum out of your mother's pussy after I
fuck her," telling way more than I want to know. "It isn't often I get to
taste someone else's and having a cock in my mouth for a minute or so is
worth it to get it warm and fresh from the source."

It worked for me. I have to say I was really sorry when the inevitable
happened and Steven moved out. He was the best sex I had as a teenager.
While he never gave me a real blow job he did take my load dozens of
times and he even let me fuck him a couple of time, though he fucked me
way more times. He is the only real bisexual I've ever known. He still
had sex with my Mom nearly every day and we got it on at least once a
day. My kinda guy.

Mom's boyfriends went down hill after Steven, in more ways than one. By
the time I graduated from high school I'd had enough. My father's
attorney notified me that the tuition to any college of my choice was
fine, that included books, dorm and meal plan. He also informed me that
spending money, over and above $500 a year for a clothing allowance, was
my responsibility. My father wanted me to learn the value of money and
work. I could have gone to one of the many schools in Boston, but I
wanted to get away from home. I considered a school out in the country,
or in a small university town, but I knew I'd miss the big city,
especially the gay sex available in a big city. I really didn't want to
risk getting a bad rep in some small school in some small town. It also
didn't make any sense to go to some city the same size or smaller than
Boston. The obvious choices were either New York or San Francisco. I
decided on NYU.

The City was exciting, if somewhat intimidating. Even after growing up in
Boston, New York was overwhelming. The best thing was that nobody cared
if you were gay. Here it wasn't a bad thing and in some circles it was
viewed as super cool. The sex was fabulous, so much to pick from and all
of it prime. The only hard thing was getting a job. I soon found that
waiters job were almost the exclusive possession of either professional
waiters or out of work actors. Students need not apply. Other jobs either
interfered with school and study or were full time. Mom sent me $25 a
week, but that didn't go far in New York.

Then one night I got picked up by a real stud in Washington Square Park.
Jason (that's what he said his name was though it's really Barry) lived
in a great one bedroom apartment on East 11th just off 5th Avenue. He
looked like a model, which he claimed to be and we had a hot night with
three full rounds. During conversation between sessions the real truth
came out. He was indeed a model, but the bulk of his income, the real
money which supported his very comfortable life style came from his being
a highly paid male call boy. He'd taken the night off, for a sort of
busman's holiday, so that he could have sex with someone because he
wanted them, not because they were paying him.

I was intrigued. He said that I could make money doing the same thing,
lots of money. He told me he had more customers than he could handle and
he also knew there was a market for my type: over 18, look like 16, cute
and hung (I'd gone from 6 inches to a hefty 7). He warned me that I'd
have to sleep with older guys up to 50 something, though most were
successful, married and in their 40s. I told him I didn't mind, I had a
thing for older men anyway.

"Great, if you like the daddy types you're going to be a hit. Here's the
deal, I can set up the 'date', the guys will pay me upfront, either cash
or credit card, I'll arrange a hotel room and you just have to show up
with a hard cock, eager mouth and open as. Anal sex only if you use
rubbers, that a rule, I don't care what the fuckers offer. You break that
rule and you're out. I charge them $500. The hotel cost $200, I get $200
out of which I pay any credit card fees and you get the remaining $100.
If you don't think that's fair, then fuck you."

"I think it's great."

"Also I won't place you with any trolls or weirdoes. Anybody tries
anything funky and you report it to me and they go off the list. I've got
6 guys working for me and nobody has any complaints, customers or boys
and I aim to keep it that way."

The truth was out now, Barry had recruited me. He got his boys by picking
up good-looking college kids who looked like they could use a few extra
bucks. I went to work the following week. My first customer turned out to
be typical. He was a handsome 46, married, three kids, in town on
business for a couple of weeks. Happy to be getting it on with a
good-looking kid, this type didn't demand much more than a good blow job
and/or a hot fuck. Less common, but also typical was the successful gay
professional man who was unattached or in an unfulfilling relationship,
without the time to find quick sex, but enough money to buy it. This type
could range in age from about 25 to 50, though I liked them older. The
older, the better sex. This type was really into the sex, hot and heavy.
The younger ones were physically great, but mostly arrogant and sexually
self-centered. They didn't care if you got off as long as they did. If
they didn't it was your fault. The older ones, while not as visually
exciting could make me feel better than I'd ever felt before.

Jake was one of those second types. He was 38, short dark hair streaked
with silver, chestnut eyes which were more alive than most teenagers, and
a body carefully maintained in 30 year old shape through regular
workouts. He was an advertising photographer, not the ones who do live
models, he did things like perfume layout, shoe ads, catalogue furniture,
that kind of thing. This guy was nice, cultured, highly smart and the
best sex I'd ever had. We just clicked. He became a regular. Every
Tuesday night at the DuMont Plaza Hotel. Then we started meeting for
dinner before going back to the hotel. I was falling madly in love with a
guy 20 years older than me. Barry had warned me not to get emotionally
involved with any of the clients, it was his number 2 rule. He could tell
things were going too far, but he had a soft heart. "I know Jake, he'd
never lead you on. Just don't get hurt. You're a nice kid, remember no
matter what you feel for him he may just think of you as a paid piece of
ass. An interesting and charming piece to be sure, but still a piece. Get
a grip."

Then one night Jake made me cum while fucking me without anybody touching
my cock, it was perfect, we came at the same time. We were just laying
there in the afterglow, him still hard and inside me; me feeling full of
him and his love, as contented as possible.

He whispered quietly in my ear, "you know I love you, don't you?"

"As much as I love you."

He slide out of me and sat up Indian fashion on the bed. I moved so my
head was resting in his lap, his still hard cock pushing against the back
of my head. I looked up at him looking down at me, he appeared upside
down and different. I smiled, "I've loved you almost from the first
time."

"It was magic wasn't it? Do you think there's enough magic to overcome
the 20 years between us?"

"I don't feel the difference and it can only become less as I mature. I
don't want to be with anyone but you."

"I'm old enough to be your father for Christ's sake. It doesn't make
sense."

"I'll show you what makes sense," I said. With that I rolled quickly over
and took his still hard cock down my throat. In a matter of moments I had
him ready to let loose with his second load of the hour.

I was ready to swallow it when he yelled out "Oh God, take Daddy's load.
Uggggggggh...."

He blasted as fast as I could gulp it down. When I was sure he was dry I
pushed him down flat on the bed and climbed up on his chest. I brought my
needy pole to his lips and pushed in. I proceed to fuck his face without
mercy. "Come on Daddy, suck your baby's cream right out of his balls."
Then I rewarded him with my too long pent up load. Seven good shots. He
pulled off my hard dick and pulled me down to him. Our lips met and
opened. He shared my own seed with me and we exchanged it back and forth
in a wild passionate kiss. "I love you," we said simultaneously.

I moved out of the dorm the following Saturday. His apartment was
something else. A loft in Tribeca. It was wild, filled with modern art
and furniture. The bathrooms and kitchen were the only rooms with
ceilings. The bed in the master suite was on a raised platform with a
canopy. A spot light shone on the center of the bed. I put my things away
in a part of the huge dressing room he cleared for me. Jake showed me a
room he said would be my study and where I could fool around with my
computer (which he was buying me). Not even out of my freshman year and
I'd already hit the good life, not bad!

Anyway once the things were put away we decided to go out to eat. We went
to City Crab, the restaurant where we'd eat before walking uptown to the
DuMont Plaza. It was sort of a good bye to our old relationship. That
night was to be the first night when we weren't call boy and client. I'd
of course quit Barry's service (he wished me the best, but didn't think
it would work).

By the time we got back to the loft we were each horny in expectation of
what was coming. We went into the bedroom peeling off clothing as we
walked. We took a shower together in the double wide shower, teasing and
touching each other, but nothing more. We towel dried each other and
moved into the bedroom.

He took me into his arms and we kissed deeply. I could feel his love for
me and it was returned by me fully. I pulled away far enough to look into
his dark brown eyes. "I want to please you more than anything. Please
this first time, I want to do whatever will please you the most. Then we
can do everything else, but this first time I want it to be what you
want, totally for you."

He smiled softly at me, "wait right here, I'll get things ready."

I stood watching him as he climbed on the bed and lit several large
candles that were on the shelves that served as the headboard for the
oversized bed. He then tapped a switch in headboard, the lights went off
and the bed was bathe with the soft glow of candlelight.

"Come here, " he called.

I climbed up and onto the bed. He was propped up against a huge pile of
soft pillows, his legs spread, his wonderful cock sticking straight up.
He grinned, "give Daddy the best blow job of his life."

I returned his grin and was about to comply with his request when a
candle flicker reflected off a gold frame on the headboard catching my
eye. I focused on the picture in the frame and froze. Jake looked at me
curiously and then turned to follow my gaze. "Who is that baby?" I asked.

"That darling is my son. It's a long story, which I'll tell you after you
make me cum. Its time you knew more about me, but it can wait a few
minutes."

I was shocked and thrilled all at the same time, "that sounds like a good
idea, beside I think there's a few things I need to tell you as well."

"Later. Right now Daddy would sure love a great blow job."

I took one last glance at my baby picture and gave Daddy just what he
asked for.