Date: Fri, 18 Nov 2011 06:07:26 -0800 (PST) From: Pete Jackson <peteyjackson87@yahoo.com> Subject: Life With Dad and Rob: My First Taste of Men My First Taste of Men by Pete Jackson I really appreciate your responses to my stories. I love getting fan letters. Thank you especially to all who have been sharing your own stories with me. Hearing from you really inspires me to write more. You can e-mail me and share your stories at peteyjackson87@yahoo.com. My stories are true accounts of my childhood experiences. Right now I'm working on a story describing my first experience with Dad, which many have been asking me about. Feel free to e-mail me with other questions that might inspire new stories. ---------- Disclaimer: This story contains graphic descriptions of sexual acts between adults and minors. If, for any reason, you are forbidden from accessing or possessing this type of material, do not read any further! The author accepts no responsibility for actions taken by those who read or possess this story, and does not condone or support illegal activities of any kind. Finally, if the type of material contained in this story offends you, do not read it. ---------- It is hard to know exactly when the first time was, but since I started sucking so young I bet my first taste of men other than Dad started when I was 7 or 8. The first time-and many times afterward-all took place in the seedy side of town or in parks. It was dark when we pulled into the bar parking lot, but I doubt it was late. It wasn't cold, so it must have been fall. Dad parked the car towards the back of the lot, but the lot was full of cars. Back in those days the world was different. Women couldn't go to taverns, so bars were an all-male business. Taverns were always connected to hotels-usually two bars: the big tavern (only men) and the smaller "ladies and escorts" (mixed). It was that way until the late 1960s. "Now stay in the car, son." "But Dad, I don't want to. Can't we go home?" "Don't whine, boy. Just be a good boy." "But..." "Shut the fuck up and just wait for me." With that, Dad got out of the car. It was a long time before he came back. He wasn't alone. He opened the car door and told me to sit so I was facing him. He moved and there stood the other man, his cock hanging out of his pants. "Suck his cock, Pete. Suck it good." I took the strangers cock into my mouth and started to suck. "Goddamned, Al. That feels so good. Fuck." Dad grabbed the back of my head. "Take it all, boy. Open your homo mouth and suck it all in." I started to gag. The man grabbed my head and started to fuck my mouth hard. "That's it, bitch, gag on this fucker. Take it, you little whore. Fuck, Al, what a goddamned homo you have for a kid." The more I gagged the harder he fucked my face-his cock going all the way into my throat. I could see dad jacking. "Suck that cock, bitchboy. Swallow the fucking jizz." "Fuck, I'm going shoot." "Don't pull out. Make the little faggot drink your juice." The man shot loads way in the back of my mouth. I gagged and swallowed. "Don't spill a drop, you little fuck." The man said. His cock went soft and he pulled out. "That was great, Al. Fuck, you are lucky to have your own cocksucker. He won't say anything, will he?" I didn't hear dad's answer-they were already walking away. It seemed like a long time later, but dad came back again; this time with two men. The one man just grabbed my head and shoved it into his crotch and then ordered me: "Take my cock out you little homo." I took his cock out and started to suck. "Not so fast, bitch. Lick my balls first." I started to lick and he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, leaned forward and said, "Take my fucking nuts into your mouth, bitch, and suck them. No teeth if you know what's good for you, you little cocksucking slut". I took one of hairy balls into my mouth. He moaned. "Fuck, I wish my wife would do that. Now take the other one in, boy, and don't fucking hurt them." He stuffed both of his balls in my mouth. It was way too much-I could hardly breathe. His was pulling hard on my hair. I could see dad and the other guy jacking, both calling me names and telling me to sit still. But I couldn't breathe. I yanked back and in doing so must have bit a little into the man's balls. Suddenly he pulled them out. "Fucking cocksucker!" He smacked me across the mouth. "Suck his goddamned cock now, Petey. Show him how good you are." It was dad's voice. It is hard to swallow when the stuff is shot in the back of the mouth or in the throat-it tends to gag you. The man rammed his thick cock into my mouth, all the way in. He started fucking me hard. "Fuck, I need a hole like this at home," he laughed. "Suck it, bitchboy. Here comes what you want." His cum shot down my throat repeatedly and he pulled out. Suddenly the other man grabbed my hair-"Suck it, bitch"-and he rammed his cock into my mouth and shot. "Fucking amazing little whore. Damn, Al, you sure we can't fuck his hole?" Dad laughed. "Not yet, but who knows?" They all left. They weren't gone long when a man walked up all by himself. He was different. Under his jacket he wore a white shirt and a vest with a tie. He came up to the car. "Pete?" "Yes." "Your Dad sent me out. Take your fucking pants off and gonch off." He scared me a bit and I did what he said. "I can't have your ass, but I can have some fun." He grabbed me between the legs with his one hand, with the other he held my head. "Suck me off, cuntboy." I started to suck his big cock. "Get it good and wet, bitch." I sucked and made it wetter. The hand between my legs was starting to squeeze and twist my cock and balls. "You feel that, Pete?" "Yes, you're hurting my dink and balls." "Well then, suck me good if you don't want them to really hurt. I'm going to fuck the hell out of your mouth." He let go of my crotch and grabbed both sides of my head and started to fuck me hard. I was gagging. I could hardly breathe. I pushed away and his hand went down and yanked hard on my balls. I started sucking as good as I could. "That's it, faggot. Use your cunt to get me off." He pumped and pumped and pumped. It took a long time, but he finally shot his junk down my throat. He moaned, "God, I wish I owned you, bitch." As he turned to leave I saw Dad standing there. He was smiling and putting his cock into his pants. He got into the car. "Put your clothes back on, you little whore." We got about halfway home. Dad pulled over the car. "Get my cock out and suck it, Petey. Suck me off now." He shot instantly. We drove to the service station. He pulled a wash cloth from under the seat. "Go wash your face." On the way home he asked, "How are you feeling, Pete?" "Okay, Dad. Those men were a little scary." "They were just horny. You'll get used to it."