Date: Tue, 12 Mar 2002 12:37:52 +0000
From: Franklin Pangborn <franklinpangborn@hotmail.com>
Subject: Venezuelan Seven Eleven Adventure

About a year after graduating from high school in my home town in Venezuela,
South America,  I spent most of my time at a friend's small "abasto", what
you would call a convenience store.  At times, he would have to make errands
and would leave me in charge for a while.  On one such occasion, I was alone
in the store looking around to always be more familiar with where things
were stored, when a client came in.  He looked around for a while and struck
up a casual conversation with me.  He was about 15 years older than I,
slightly bald, but in good shape.  Still, I wasn't exactly aroused by the
sight of this man.

At any rate, the conversation started turning suspiciously personal.  He
asked me about my girlfriend, I told him I didn't have one.  He was kind of
surprised.  Then he pried further:  "You don't mean you're virgin?"
Normally that would have been all you need to respond "Fuck off and mind of
your business".  But, at the time I was unemployed, still living with my
parents and a 19 year old virgin, so naturally I lied.  "Hell no, man, I've
seen lots of action, don't you worry".  The truth? Lots of jerking off
action, my imagination almost had tougher workouts than my cock, fantasizing
about my school mates, fuelled  by the locker room displays after swimming
classes week every week.  My client got closer and smiled, asking me I had a
lot of girls go down on me.  "Yeah, you bet" I fibbed.   "Guys too?" he
asked.  My cock started aching, and I was too surprised to respond quickly
enough.  He reached down his hand and squeezed the bulk in front of my pants
while he said,  " I bet you've cum all over guys mustaches too.  You're hard
just thinking about it."   I worked up an affirmative nod.  He led me behind
some shelves and knelt in front of me, unzipping my pants, and reaching
inside my briefs.   He pulled my cock out and started sucking.  It was
definitely not HIS first time.  He swallowed me to the hilt, I stood there
at times looking at the door in case someone came in, taking in the
sensation of being sucked off, and at times looking up at the ceiling
searching for whatever angel sent me this blessing.  When I looked down at
my client I saw he'd taken out his huge cock and was jerking off.

South American men generally have larger cocks than average,  but every cock
I'd seen until now had been flaccid.  So when I saw this guy's tool up and
pumping I lost it then and there, I came in his mouth and he gobbled every
drop.  I'd come way too soon for our satisfaction, but   he got up just in
time for a lady to come in.  I helped her out as quick and rationally as I
could given the circumstances.  I'd glance at my male client now and then,
and he'd flash a wicked grin with those lips that had been wrapped around my
cock minutes ago.  Soon we were alone again.  He walked up to me, cupped my
ass and kissed me, sliding his tongue in my mouth.  I'd lie if told you I
could taste my own cum, because it was my first French kiss, and every
sight, smell, sound, taste and feeling I was having or was to have that day
was brand new.  He said said he wanted to keep on doing "naughty" things,
but I told him it was too dangerous in the store,  so we waited for the
owner to come back.  My client and I hopped in my car and drove to his
house.

Once there, we went up to the bedroom and got fully undressed.  Again my
inexperience got the best of me, and the sight of that guy's gorgeous uncut
cock hanging down between his legs got me hard all over again.  But my prick
wouldn't get too much additional attention that morning.  I got up close to
him and we kissed again.  I lost no time fondling his manhood.  He sat on
the bed and I knelt down in front of him.  I handled and caressed his cock,
discovering the wonders of playing with foreskin while he stroked my hair
and cheeks.  What a thrill to finally feel a penis other than my own getting
hard and hot in my hands.  When it was fully erect I kissed the tip of it,
and slowly wrapped my lips around the head, licking the tip of it with my
tongue.  I had imagined doing this a hundred times before, so I
automatically started jerking myself.  Then I  started bobbing my head up
and down, trying to take the whole thing down my throat.  The gag effect was
something I'd left out of my suck fantasies, so I had to settle for using my
hand to cover the rest of that throbbing 10 inch mushroom.  Too soon I felt
myself getting that tingling sensation in my cock again, so I unselfishly
stopped jerking off and started playing with his balls with my newly freed
hand.  By now precum was added to the natural taste of this veteran cock I
was sucking.  But I didn't know if I'd ever have sex again, so I wanted to
experience more, so I stopped sucking him, licked the length of the cock a
couple of times, and  masturbated him further  while I sniffed in the smell
of his balls and licked them.

I complimented him:  "I love your cock, man,  you're so huge".  "You like
big cocks like mine", he asked.  "I've never sucked one so big,  I was
wondering...." I said.  "What?".  Like a slut playing innocent, I sheepishly
asked him if he thought it was too big to fit in my ass.  He flashed that
grin and said we'd try.  He got up and it was then I noticed his fully
engorged tool slightly  twisted to the left.  I got in bed, he asked me to
lay on my stomach.  He took something out of  drawer and when I turned to
look he was applying what must have been Vaseline of some kind on his cock.
He climbed over me  and spread my legs apart.  He put the head of his cock
up against my ass and pressed in what must have been the head.  It felt more
like it was his knee: it hurt like hell to have that monster cock at my
butt's entrance, but he told me to wait a while.  He didn't move and let my
asshole adapt.  After a while of me grunting and whimpering, it didn't feel
that bad, and he slid completely in, I felt his chest full on my back, and
his pubic hairs tickled my skin.  I stretched my arms out forward and he
managed to put his arms around me embracing me as he began to fuck me.  I
finally had a man in me, I was proud as hell to get pumped by this stranger.

After a while I was fully enjoying the sensation of this piston going in and
out of my soul, when he pulled out of me with an embarrassing loud suction
pop, lay on his back and asked me to sit on him.  I climbed on top of him,
positioned his cock and sat on it .  Fuck, the sensation was better, it felt
as if that cock was ramming up even further than before.   Finally, this man
made me lay on my back, spread eagle, and fucked me like I was a cheap
whore.  For a brief moment, my south-american macho upbringing made me feel
like this woman's position was degrading,  but I soon remembered I'd always
been aroused by manly torsos, especially hairy and well defined like the one
in front of me, and I remembered how the sight of male genitalia always
aroused a need in me.  And now I was a cocksucker and finally had a man in
side me, so I just started yelling out, opened my legs wider, and started
masturbating while my client kept sticking his manhood into my ass. He would
occasionally stifle my shouts by sticking his tongue in my mouth.  He told
me what a hot tight ass I had, and how he liked fucking me, and was I
enjoying it?   Yes daddy, fuck me.  This really excited him, because he
immediately  tensed up and I felt his cock spasm,  as he came inside my no
longer virgin ass.   I came all over myself while we kissed.

It turned out this client was a university professor, and I must say he was
quite a teacher.  A week later we got together and I further explored man to
man sex, tasting my first load of cum, and fucking a man up the ass.
I've had more partners since then, but I never explored sex as fully as with
that older experienced man.

Franklin P.,
Maracaibo March 2002