Date: Sat, 13 Feb 2016 19:40:36 +0000 (UTC)
From: simon peter <simon23232@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Memory

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Simon

A Memory

By Simon Peter

"Pussy slits are vertical," Steve said with a wise look nodding his head
with the sagacity of an adult, more of a sneer, really, at the ignorance of
his teen mates.

"No way," objected Vic. "It goes sideways, horizontal like." He had a frown
on his face, puzzled but not wanting to show that he didn't know shit about
pussy.

Steve laughed. "What the fuck do you know?" he told Vic.

Jimmy and I listened, Jimmy fascinated, me barely interested. The four of
us were sitting around on a Saturday afternoon in Vic and Steve's room,
wearing shorts and t-shirts. We were in boarding school and this weekend we
weren't allowed to go home since our grade averages were not so hot. We
were supposed to stay on campus and study. The finals were a couple of
weeks away, but none of us cared a lot about that, especially on a sort of
warm weekend afternoon.

Steve and Vic were 16 years old in 10th Grade and shared a room. Jimmy and
me, we were 15 in 9th grade and shared a room also. I remember that it was
a hot afternoon and none of us felt like studying. There were no other
students on the floor, all away for the weekend. The talk revolved around
sex, a topic in which I lacked experience and knowledge. Steve and Vic
acted as if they were ten years older, all-knowing about girls and pussy
and boobs. Jimmy, like me, had told me that he had never had sex with a
girl. Neither had I, for that matter. What the fuck did it matter if a
pussy was slit longways or sideways? Actually, I was more interested in
dicks. Never admitted it to anyone, but my favorite time is shower time
when I had the chance of looking at naked guys, fleeting and discreet
looks, but looks nevertheless.

At the time, there was still no Internet or access to porn. I smile to
myself as I remember the innocence and the ignorance of those times. Kids
today are much more aware of sex and sexual practices. Then, we were just
ignorant teenagers, vaguely knowledgeable, but always with boners in our
pants and zits on our faces.

"Man," Vic said. "I know. My Dad. He has this set of Playboy magazines and
whenever no one is around I get to look at the pictures. Pussies are
sideways, I tell you."

"Fuck that," Steve said, now touching himself, definitely with a boner
inside his shorts. "You can't tell from pictures."

"You're saying you've seen it in real?" Jimmy asked Steve, eyeing the bulge
in the shorts, challenging.

"Yea," Steve said. I could tell he was lying, bragging. None of us had seen
pussy. The four of us, however, had erections by now.

"Oh, man," Steven moaned as he unabashedly rubbed his dick. "I'm so fucking
horny."

"Fuck yea," Vic said, starting to rub himself as well. "Horny, too."

"What about dicks?" I heard myself say, surprising myself and the other
three boys. I remember the looks on their faces as they turned toward
me. Vic had one raised eyebrow. Jimmy gazed at me with an open mouth.

"What about dicks, Simon?" Steven teased, grabbing his crotch, smirking.

"I mean..." I croaked, my heart beating fast. "I mean, we're guys, right?"
They nodded. "And we all have dicks, right?"

"Duh," Steven said. "So why the fuck do you ask? You a faggot, Simon?"

Snickers all around.

"Hey, wait a minute," I protested, perhaps a bit weakly. "Who's saying
anything about faggots. All I'm saying is that even though we all have
dicks, we don't know much about them, right?"

"I know about this," Vic said with a wide smile, sliding his hand under the
waistband of his shorts and grabbing his erected cock, outlined through the
fabric of the shorts.

Steve did the same. "Do you want to know about this, Simon?" Steve pointed
his cock horizontally, straining the cotton shorts, his cock head pushing
forward, beautifully outlined against the fabric.

I remember that I was too excited to care whether my friends knew that I
was more interested in dicks than in pussy. My own boy-penis raged inside
my shorts, pressed against my thigh. But I was not ready to admit to my
gayness. Not then. Not to my friends. Gay was in no way cool. I also
remember the few seconds of total silence as the three of my friends waited
for my response to Steve's taunting.

"Fuck you, Steve," I found the courage to say. Although Steve and Vic were
one year older than me, I was taller than both of them. So was Jimmy. We
looked like the older guys among the four. "I bet your dick is a peanut." I
challenged, trying to lure them into showing their penises without letting
on that I was dying to see them.

Steve took the hook immediately and pushed down his shorts and briefs,
exposing his hard cock. Arching his back, he said, "This looks like a
peanut to you, asshole?"

Well, I had to admit that Steve's dick was not bad. Not really hung. But
not bad. At the time, all I had to compare an erected cock with was my own
erection. Mine was definitely longer and thicker than Steve's, but it was
the first time I actually saw an erected cock pointing straight towards
me. This set my heart beat speed to a racing mode: the first erect cock my
eyes were actually looking at.

I laughed to hide my nervousness. Vic was staring at Steve's tool as it
erected horizontally. Jimmy's mouth went wider. "Fuck, Steve," Vic
whispered. "Pull up your fucking shorts. Who the fuck cares about your
dick?"

"Simon does," Steve gazed straight into my eyes. "Simon thinks my dick is a
peanut, don't you Simon? Well?"

"That's no peanut," Jimmy commented. To my surprise, Jimmy turned to me and
said, "Show yours, Simon. Let's see who is bigger."

"Yea," Vic and Steven said simultaneously. "Drop your shorts, all of you,"
Steve continued. "Let's compare."

There we were, four horny kids, shorts wrapped around our ankles, cocks
fully erected. I can never shake the memory away, even now so many years
later. It has printed itself in my mind so clearly, so vividly, so
surprisingly detailed, so delicious. Even though I have experienced a
variety of sexual affairs with more than one partner since then, no scene
has been engraved in my mind more vividly than that afternoon 25 years ago.

We were staring at each other's dicks, silently, comparing, barely
breathing. I could hear my heart beats in my head. Vic's dick was almost
Steve's twin, smaller than mine and erecting horizontally. Both were
cut. Both had thick knobs. Jimmy's dick, however, was pencil thin, but it
looked longer than the other two older guys and it erected at an upward
angle, with a bend to the left, also cut like the other two. Mine sprang up
as soon as I slid down my tight briefs and plastered itself at my belly.

"Fuck," Jimmy whispered. "Shit, Simon. That's big."

Steve and Vic didn't say a word. They weren't expecting to see another dick
longer and thicker than theirs, especially on someone younger than they
were. Besides, as I looked down at my cock head, the slit staring up at me,
I noticed a drop of pre-cum oozing out.

"Ok, ok, guys," Steve finally said. "So fucking Simon has a fucking big
dick. So fucking what?"

It was quite clear that Steve was disappointed to find that I had a bigger
cock. He sounded somewhat deflated. Jimmy was still staring at my erection,
but the two older guys proceeded to stuff their dicks back inside their
briefs and to pull up their shorts, fully realizing that they had lost the
challenge against me.

Jimmy stood frozen, still staring. I knew I had a winner's snug smile on my
face. Pulling up my shorts and briefs, I said, "That's what I wanted to
know, Steve. Not just whose dick was bigger. But the way dicks erect. Since
you were all arguing about pussies." I knew it was a lame excuse to cover
my interest in cock, but the guys seemed to accept it, having just been
exposed to the size of my erection.

"Yea, yea, whatever," Steven said, with a hint of disappointment. It looked
like for them a faggot couldn't sport a cock bigger than theirs. My cock
size had proven to them that I was no queer. How ignorant we had been! How
queer I was, big cock and all!  The rest of the afternoon was
uneventful. There were jokes, talk about sports, some little talk about
grades and exams, and whatever else young teenage kids talked about. All
the while, the image of the other three erections was imprinted in my head,
indelible. They were beautiful. Those erections were beautiful. Later, I
grew to appreciate that all erections were beautiful.

After dinner we went to our rooms, supposedly hitting the books for the
final exams.

"Simon?" Jimmy came over to my desk, where I was just flipping through the
English literature textbook, hating poetry and poets with a vengeance.

"Yea?" I turned to face him. Jimmy stood bare-chested, totally smooth, in
jeans, with the first curly hairs of his trail peeking out.

"How come is your dick so much bigger than all of ours?"

I laughed. "How the fuck would I know, man? First time I see cock other
than mine."

"Really? We all see cock, Simon. In the showers, you know."

So Jimmy was apparently as interested in penises as I was. This made my
balls quiver, and I felt the stirrings of my dick as it lengthened inside
my shorts.

"Yea, but not erected," I said, placing my hand on my crotch, pressing on
the hardening tool.

Jimmy's eyes went down to watch my hand as I rubbed.

"Can I see it again?" he said in a low voice.

"Get the door," I instructed.

I remember this moment as if it were yesterday. Jimmy was not interested in
cocks in general. Jimmy was interested in my cock. Did he just want to see?
I wondered, already fully hard.

Jimmy locked the door and returned to where I was sitting, now with my
thighs spread, revealing the bulge cause by my erection inside my shorts.

"So, Jim," I smiled.

"So, take it out, Simon," he whispered in a quivering voice.

"You take it out, Jimmy," I said, pushing my crotch upwards and forward.

With hesitation, Jimmy held the waistband of my shorts and pulled down as I
raised my butt off the chair. I sat back, fully exposed.

"Wow," Jimmy breathed. "Simon, man, that's huge." I could see what looked
like a stare of admiration on my roommate's face. "Can I?" Jimmy continued,
slowly and uncertainly reaching his hand out.

"Touch it?" I asked, my heart now racing. Jimmy wanted to hold my cock.

"Yea," he whispered with a trembling voice.

Jimmy's hand was already on my cock shaft. Ever so slowly, he wrapped his
palm around my thick shaft. I felt my cock pulsating inside his grip, the
beginning of pre-cum glittering at the cock slit. Jimmy rubbed the drop of
pre-cum and used it to stroke my cock. I leaned back in the chair,
spreading my legs wider, starting to get sensations that I had never felt
before, in my balls, in my stomach muscles, even my ass, which was starting
to twitch and squeeze. It was so different from when I stroked myself, when
I jacked off. It was a loving movement, slow, up and down the shaft, around
the head, squeezing more pre-cum and lubricating. I heard myself moan, my
eyes squeezed shut.

Opening my eyes, I watched Jimmy as he stroked my dick, standing between my
spread legs, rubbing his own dick through his jeans with his other hand.

"Take it out, Jimmy," I said between moans. "Take out your dick."

Letting go of my cock, jimmy unzipped his jeans and kicked them off. He
stood naked in front of me. My vision hazed a little. This was my first
time a guy stands totally naked, totally erected, so close to me. Jimmy
resumed his stroking. Without even thinking about it, I reached my hand up,
placed it on the back of his head, and pushed him down. He looked at me
quizzically.

"Taste it, Jimmy," I whispered.

"Come on, Simon," I could feel him resisting my push. "I'm not a faggot."

"Please, Jimmy," I argued. "No, man, you're not a fag. But please, I'm so
horny. Please. Suck my dick, buddy. Just for a little while." I increased
the pressure on the back of his head and he slowly relented.

My whole body shivered as I felt the warm, wet lips around my cock head. I
was shaking like an autumn leaf on a windy day. A guy, my roommate, Jimmy,
was actually sucking on my dick. Oh, my God! It was unbelievable. Every
time I think of that moment, I get instant erection and my heart races as
if the sensations were now, were real, were Jimmy's wet lips around my
cock.

Jimmy didn't actually suck on my dick. He didn't know how. He just pressed
his lips around the knob, his hand fisting the shaft, his tongue flicking
round and round, until I shot my load. Grunting and trying to push further
inside Jimmy's mouth, I felt that I had shot a million strings of cum into
his mouth. Quickly, as soon as Jimmy felt the first spurt hit the back of
his mouth, he pulled off gagging, the second spurt hitting his face before
he was able to pull away fast enough. Spurt after spurt shot out of my dick
all over the place. Jimmy didn't remove his hand away though. He kept
stroking, trying to control his gagging, but wonderingly watching the
squirts of cum shoot high out of my quivering boy-cock.

Finally, I heaved with relief. "Intense," was all I was able to say. My
cock was still hard, still throbbing, still dripping the last of my load.

Jimmy had already reached for a towel and was wiping cum off his mouth and
face. "Bastard," he croaked. "Simon, you shot into my mouth, on my face,
you fuck. Look at all this jizz."

I snickered. "What does it taste like?"

"As if you haven't tasted it, you shit," Jimmy smiled. "I always taste
mine," he added with a smirk. He was still fully erect, and I did not
hesitate to lean over and take him into my mouth. I heard him moan and
start to buck into my throat as his cock shaft slid between my eager
lips. Sure enough, the gag reflex kicked in and I had to pull off.

"Fucking long dick, Jimmy," I said looking up at him as he stood shaking in
front of me. He placed his hand on my head, guiding me back to his cock.

"Yea, Simon. I did you. You do me."

And I did him. My first blowjob. And it was heavenly. I knew back then that
I was going to get addicted to cocks. My dick, as usual, erects fiercely
whenever I recall those times. I can still remember staying hard after
cumming in Jimmy's mouth.

"Do you think Steve and Vic are doing it, too?" Jimmy asked me as we lay
next to each other on my bed, naked, with our hands fondling each other's
cock and balls.

"Probably," I answered, closing my eyes, reveling in the sensations from my
cock and from the palm of my hand around Jimmy's tool.

"I bet they are," Jimmy insisted.

"How would you know? Have you seen them sucking each other's cock?" I
asked, only halfway interested in Vic and Steve, wishing if Jimmy would
fill his mouth with my throbbing dick again. I felt that I just couldn't
get enough of Jimmy blowing me. Or me blowing him, for that matter. I can
remember clearly how much I needed sex, gay sex, even then, barely turning
to a "man", somewhat confused about my sexuality, but pretty sure that I
much preferred dick to pussy.

"Didn't you notice the way Vic looked at Steve's dick when Steve pulled it
out? I bet he sucks cock," Jimmy continued, absently stroking my hard cock.

"Why are you fixated on that?" I asked. I was getting desperate for Jimmy
to get back on my erection. I lacked experience, I lacked technique; all I
had was an insatiable desire for sex, and a hard cock.

"Maybe," Jimmy wouldn't let go when he set his mind on something. I knew
that he was after something from the way he fondled me, his thoughts
away. "I'm just saying, Simon. Guys do that to each other, don't they? I
mean I just sucked your dick." He squeezed on my hardness. Then why the
fuck don't you suck me again? I remember thinking.

"Mmm," I said. "And I sucked yours."

"Tell you what," Jimmy suddenly jumped up, naked, his dick erected. "Let's
go check on them," he said as he started to pull on his jeans.

"What?" I stared at him, confused. "What the fuck are you saying, Jimboy?"

He had a wide smile on his face and his erection was quite visible inside
the crotch of his jeans.

"We could listen at the door to their room. I bet they are sucking cock."

Now that Jimmy's hand was not fondling my cock and balls, I could
focus. Why the fuck not? I remember how my enthusiasm started to quickly
build up. If Steve and Vic were doing it, then maybe... The four of us?
Fuck. That made me decide immediately. Jimmy was crazy but his idea
presented possibilities that I hadn't considered before.

Getting up and pulling on my shorts, I followed Jimmy and we both sneaked
our way down the corridor. The other rooms were empty. It was only the four
of us who had to remain in the dorms on that Saturday.

"I told you," Jimmy whispered as we plastered our ears to the door. There
were sounds of moaning and grunting. Definitely sex. Jimmy reached for my
cock and grabbed it, squeezing. "I bet the door is unlocked."

Without even thinking, I turned the door handle and opened the door. Jimmy
and I froze. Facing us, on the bed, was a bare ass, a pair of spread legs,
and up and down movement. We realized that the guys were fucking. I felt
dizzy and my cock throbbed at the scene.

It was Vic's ass going up and down, and Steve's legs spread wide. We could
see Vic's balls slapping on Steve's butt cheeks as he pounded. Vic was
grunting with every push into his friend's ass. Steve was moaning. It was
difficult whether it was moans of pain or of pleasure.

I remember the times when I had tried to push a finger up my own asshole
when I masturbated, and unless I used spit, it sort of hurt, the hole
tight. I glanced at Jim. His jaw had dropped and his eyes almost popped out
of his face.

"Hey, guuuuys," I said tauntingly.

This made Vic and Steven immediately break, with Vic's cock loudly popping
out of the tight ass.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" Steven almost screamed, his legs still spread wide and his
asshole wet and open.

Vic got up and walked ominously towards us, his own dick dripping, and
reached both his hands to grab our necks. "You little fucking shits," he
whispered to us venomously, with anger and frustration and, I could tell, a
little fear, all drawn on his face.

"You've seen NOTHING! Get the fuck out of here."

He pushed us backwards, his hands tightening around our necks, with the
clear threat as to what would happen to us should we breathe anything about
this around campus.

"Hey, man, Vic," Jimmy was able to croak out. "We were just dicking
you. Come on, buddy."

Barely able to breathe now, I noticed that Steven had gotten out of bed as
well. "Hold on, Vic," he said as he approached us.

Vic's hold on our throats loosened and we started to take in deep breaths.

"What?" Vic was still upset. "What, Steve? These two shitfaces have just
barged on us. You gonna let them just get away with it?"

By now, Steven had reached us. He walked around where we were and held
Jimmy by the waist, pressing his erection on Jimmy's butt. "Maybe we could
convince out neighbor shitfaces for some action, huh?"

There were a few moments of indecision from Vic. He let go of our throats
and slowly turned me around and plastered himself against my back. Steve
and Vic were humping us, leading us to the bed.

"Damn fucking right," Vic said, his erection pressing on my butt.

"Hey, guys," Jimmy whimpered. "What the fuck?"

"Shut the fuck up, Jimmy," Steve pushed him onto the bed on his stomach,
pulled down his jeans exposing his ass, and climbed on top of him. He was
spreading Jimmy's butt cheeks, lowering himself onto Jimmy, his cockhead,
wet and glistening, at Jimmy's hole. I tried to pull away from Vic's bear
hug from behind me when I heard Jimmy's scream of pain. I realized that
Steven must have penetrated my roommate's boy ass. He was already moving up
and down, Jimmy's body under him, pinned, not able to get away.

"Want some of that, too, Simon?" Vic breathed into my ear as he pulled down
my shorts, his erection sliding between my thighs.

I had no air in my lungs to answer. I wanted to so much, admittedly, but at
the same time I really didn't want to get raped. Jimmy's initial screams
were turning to whimpers as Steven fucked him. Vic's cockhead was pressing
upwards at my hole as we stood, glued to each other, by the bed, watching.
Vic was humping my ass, grinding, his cock hard and throbbing.

"I wanna fuck you, Simon," Vic whispered into my ear, prodding my hole.
"Like NOW." He was pushing me onto the bed in the same way Steven got Jimmy
under him. Somehow, I was able to release myself from Vic's grip and turn
around. My cock pressed on his lower belly. Suddenly, we started kissing.
Vic's was cock rubbing in and out of my pressed thighs, just under my
balls, and being taller than he is, I grinded my hardness on his belly.

At that moment, Steven turned his head and saw us kissing. Without quitting
his pounding of Jimmy's ass, he said, "Queers! Faggots kissing!"

We broke. Vic reached down and slapped Steven's ass hard. "I was fucking
you, you bitch, just a few minutes ago. You never called yourself queer."
Without hesitation, Vic jumped on top of Steven, and plowed inside him
forcefully. Steven's scream was both of surprise and pleasure, totally
mixed with pain of sudden penetration. To my own surprise, the penetration
was easy and immediate, which made realize that Steven's ass was used to
cocks plowing into it.

The three guys moved in sync as I stood transfixed, unable to move, shaking
all over.

As Vic pounded into Steven and Steven pounded into Jimmy, Vic motioned for
me to get close. I moved as if in a trance, and in seconds, my cock was
inside Vic's mouth. I fucked his face holding onto his head with both
hands.  I was the first to shoot my load and Vic swallowed it whole.
Grunting and panting the two fuckers ejaculated into the assed they were
fucking. I could tell from the way Vic's butt cheek muscles contracted and
relaxed that he was cumming inside Steven. I could barely hear Jimmy under
the weight of the two guys. As soon as Vic withdrew, Steven did the same,
both cocks dripping cum. Steven turned Jimmy over and started sucking him
off; it didn't take too long for Jimmy to ejaculate.

The four of us plopped onto the two beds in the room, none of us actually
believing what had just happened. I didn't get fucked that night, but I
sure did on later nights. We became a foursome, exchanging roles, sucking,
fucking, getting sucked and getting fucked.

The memory of my being introduced into gay sex has never left me. I have
replayed it thousands of times, each time more vivid than the one before
it, each time causing a huge erection and a huger ejaculation. Since then,
no sex experience has ever come near. I doubt that any sex experience will
ever do.