Date: Wed, 30 Aug 2006 15:18:25 -0500
From: GM
Subject: Confessions From Suburbia

This confession is true as best as I can recall. Only the names of those
involved have been modified to maintain their right to anonymity.  yadda
yadda yadda..

Right off the top I want to make clear this collection of memories is not
going to contain descriptions of dreamy eyes, secret longings or any real
passion whatsoever. There are NO episodes that include athletes with
perfect bodies, pretty boys with heart melting smiles or any other romantic
illusions. During all of the escapades presented in this collection of
memories there won't be a single kiss, word of love, or any other delusion
that these sexual romps were any more than pure sexual exploration and
experimentation by young preteen and teen age boys.

This is a true tale about horny mid western kids in an average mid west
American environment during the mid to late 1970s. Who had the opportunity
to explore there budding teen sexuality with someone both willing and
trustworthy from within his own peer group.

 I should also mention that this is only one side, my side, of the
story. It would be fun and quite arousing to capture those images and
thoughts about the time from the others minds of those involved but we all
know that's not possible. They will have to write their own confessions.



First Feelings



The first time I remember feeling a stirring in my pants was when I was 8
or 9 while trying to climb a neighbors T- shaped laundry pole. My parent's
generation used to hang wet clothes in their back yards on a line to dry
instead of running them through the dryer.

Which a lot of folks still didn't have. As I mentioned earlier I was never
athletically inclined so trying to get to the top of the pole was more like
a slow climbing dry hump. It felt so good though that I would sometimes
watch and wait for my neighbors to leave so that I could sneak into their
backyard and try to recreate the tingly feeling between my legs
again. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't. I would put one hand on
either side of the horizontal bar at the top and hang there, I would then
wrap my legs around the vertical post and slowly hump my thumb sized prick
up and down the vertical pole. I was still pretty young, so of course I
never wet my Underoos that way, but I remember how amazingly good it felt



It was my first secret personal pleasure.



R- and R2, and Cherry



R- and R- were brothers that lived in house 3 houses down. They were the
ones with the Laundry pole. They were both a little younger than me. Both
had blonde hair and blue eyes like their mother who was very pretty, she
always reminded me of Barbara Eden from "I Dream of Genie". R- the oldest
boy was a little stocky kid with a square-ish face and broad shoulder for
an eight year old. R2 was a small framed, round-faced boy with thin wire
framed glasses. Obviously his folks trusted him more with not breaking his
specs than mine did me. .



Next door to R- and R2 lived the H- family they had a girl named Cherry who
was a bit older than me. She was a cute little brown haired girl with a
pageboy haircut, she was a bit of tomboy. I like tomboys. Anyway, sometimes
we would play together in a small lawn shed behind her house. The game we
played the most wasn't exactly "doctor" but we found ways to examine one
another. I clearly remember baring our butts to each other on more than one
occasion, I also remember rubbing my nose, licking and nuzzling her little
butt hole during many of those secret games. Some times she would bend over
with her pants down or skirt up, this was quicker to fix if someone came
by, but my favorite game to play was when she would stand straight up, feet
slightly parted and I had to be on my knees and then press my face into her
butt cheeks and linger there for a count of 30. To this day I have an oral
butt fetish that I believe started in this dark little tool shed. She moved
away later on.



Getting caught.



I remember that at this time I wanted to explore and play games with others
around me as well. I guess R- and R2 had played games too because one
summer afternoon they persuaded me to strip naked for them and dance, on
the promise that they would return the favor, of course.



 Nudity has always been my kryptonite. I become butter when promised the
view of smooth bare-naked flesh, and I would do just about anything to see
it. So when R-suggested we go into the lawn shed to show off, I couldn't
get there fast enough.



 Every house in my neighborhood had a carport, tool shed, lawn shed or
garage of some sort. In R- and R2's case there was a small tool shed
detached from the house but attached via an open carport. Within seconds of
entering the shed I was eagerly stripping out of my clothes. To my young
peers I had very little modesty. I liked being looked at, watched, and
touched. Just as I was about to give them a little dance and show, I heard
the sound of the door to the shed open and there in the portal stood R- and
R2's father wide eyed, gape jawed and silent. I immediately spun around and
found the farthest corner away from the adult to hide in. After a couple of
seconds that felt like a month, their father told the two boys to go
inside. They quickly shuffled past their father and disappeared into the
house. Then their old man did something I will always thank him for. He
lowered and shook his head, quietly turned, shut the door to the tool shed
and walked inside the house.



I never moved so fast in my life. I got my silly ass dressed and ran like a
little girl down the block, through the kitchen door of my house, and
straight to my bedroom where I curled up in a corner shaking from
adrenaline for over an hour. For the next few days I was terrified. Every
time the phone rang or a car would slow or stop outside. I thought it would
be Ricky and Ronny's dad coming down to talk with my folks. But nothing
ever happened. Nothing to my knowledge was ever said to my parents about
the incident. However I never played with either R- or R2 again. I never
even tried I was so scared.



Sometime later their mother got pregnant with a baby girl. I guess they
needed more room because one day a realtor sign appeared in their front
lawn. R- and R2 were moving away.



Shortly after that, my little friend Cherry, the one that introduced me to
the wonders and beauty of the female tush, also announced that her family
was moving to another town. I don't remember why. But I recall feeling
deserted and lonely, there were other kids in the neighborhood but I didn't
really get along with or even know most of them. , Some were differing ages
and some had very scary parents.



Not all was lost though,



 Just a few months before R- and R2 moved away a new family moved in a few
properties down. There were 2 new kids in the neighborhood. a skinny little
blonde boy about my age with glasses named T- and a younger sister. I
eventually became T-'s personal cum receptacle

 But that story starts a little later.



E-



E- was another kid in my neighborhood about my age that lived south of me a
half a dozen houses up the road. He was few inches smaller than me with
tussled sandy brown hair, one emerald green eye and one deep blue eye, he
had a small frame and a really sweet dimpled little boy butt which I became
more familiar with over time..



 On the occasional weekend or summer night we would set up an old boy scout
tent in my backyard that my dad had from his time with my big brother in
the scouts.  After all the lights would go out in the house and we were
sure everyone in the house was asleep, we would wait 20 minutes or so,
strip completely out of our clothes and romp naked for hours throughout the
neighbor hood in the dark. For a couple summers we did this little game
fairly regularly but nothing sexual ever came of it, I remember at the time
how excited I got just to see him naked, I just loved looking at his smooth
hairless body. And I remember how much I liked to sneak a squeeze of his
smooth soft butt as we hid behind a bush or tree to avoid headlight beams
as some late night traveler would drive by.



Regrettably E-'s folks got a divorce so his mom packed up E- and his 2
older sisters and moved to the other side of town about 10 miles away.  For
a 10 year old it may as well have been a million light years. I felt kind
of lonely and depressed at this point in my life. I was either loosing my
friends or I was too scared to play with them.



 After a few months of lost contact E- showed up unexpectedly on my
doorstep one day. His mother was working a lot trying to support her three
kids. So E- decided to sneak out one summer day, ride his bike the ten
miles and paid me a visit. I was thrilled to see my buddy again. Before
long the bicycle rides became more frequent and soon the tent began to
reappear in my back yard and the late night naked romps through the
neighborhood resumed.



Then my best clearest favorite turning point in my life arrived.



One cloudy afternoon E- and I were playing army or something similar
amongst the huge shrub and tree pile by an abandoned farmhouse a quarter
mile or so down the road. I don't remember any lead up or precursors. I
only recall the suddenness of the moment. One minute we're standing in an
imaginary fort and then the next minute E- stops, looks me square in the
eye and with a sly grin on his lips he says to me



 "I'll suck your dick if you'll suck mine."



 That was it, bang, 8 simple words. I wasn't stunned or surprised or
shocked, or hesitant. I'd never really even considered it. I was maybe 10
what the hell did I know. But he was my bud. So I easily and quickly said



"Sure".



 It actually sounded like fun. It was naughty and I enjoyed being
naughty. So I asked



"When and where"?



Later that day the Boy Scout tent went up again in my backyard. After night
fell and the lights inside my house went out our clothes once again came
off and my life changed focus for a number of years. Though my memory tells
me it only lasted for a few minutes I can still remember the clear night
sky and the moon leaving a deep blue glow over the world outside the
tent. I remember the sound of crickets and wind blowing through the trees,
I remember E- laid back naked from the waste down except for his socks I
clearly remember his thin boyish legs spread wide and inviting. I remember
seeing his bare pink hairless 9-year-old 3-inch cock sticking up hard as a
bone into the air.

I fondly remember feeling the smooth warm flesh around his dick's base. I
remember leaning forward without guilt or fear and placing the whole of his
cock into my mouth and I remember the sound of the sigh he made when I
began to slowly service his boyhood. I remember lingering around and
rolling my tongue over the top and bottom of his little sausage and how
naughty good I felt having it in my mouth. I remember licking his little
testicles like an ice cream cone. I remember cupping his buns in my hands
as I massaged his cheeks with my palms, l honestly don't remember if E-
ever did actually suck on my dick that night (or ever actually) but I knew
from then on that every time I got the chance I wanted his dick in my
mouth. . All in all I probably only tongued and sucked his little piece of
meat about five or six times that particular summer and he never came. But
he sure seemed to enjoy what I did to him and his delicious little tool.

The last time we got together was in HIS backyard in town. But it just
wasn't the same without the late night naked romps through the trees bushes
and yards of suburbia.

 Naked boys running through city streets at night can be a bit risky. But
thanks to E- I experienced having a hard juicy dick in my mouth for the
first time. And it was a lot of fun. Thanks E-.



Now for the sad part, after E- moved to town he met different people and
slowly became more of a city street kid. And less of a suburban boy.. He
was beginning to notice and be noticed by the little city sluts in town. By
the time Eric was 11 he was getting blowjobs, copping feels, and receiving
regular pussy from a pair of 12 and 13-year-old blond sisters that lived a
couple blocks from his new home. Honestly to tell the truth I was jealous
as hell of him, I like girls, I really do, I like them a lot, always
have. I recall wishing for a girlfriend as far back as second grade. I was
just never good at socializing with them. E- it seemed had no problem with
the opposite sex whatsoever. Over time we grew apart and my hopes for
licking and sucking his cock regularly, began to fade away.



2 for 1-



Obviously when Cherry moved out (four houses down), a new family would buy
and move into the open property. This new family consisted of 1 teenage
girl, much older than me, closer to my older sisters age.  One boy named M-
who was about my age. M- the older brother, was tall and lean and an
arrogant prick. It didn't take long to discover that we didn't and wouldn't
get along. Finally a younger boy about 11 named B-. They were all 3
brunettes with strikingly odd blue eyes, which they got from their
father.. B- the 11 year old, was a not as tall as me and also like me a bit
out of shape. I watched and met them the day they moved in. I also
officially met and eventually became friends with T- (I will later become
his personal cum receptacle). After a few months I became pretty good
friends with both B- and T-. They were both two years behind me at school
so when I left 6th grade I went to the junior high school in town my two
new friends were still attending the elementary school in the country. For
a year or so my friendship with the two boys was a bit stalled though we
still got together semi-regularly after school to play. Spring and summer
breaks and the occasional snow days from school left many opportunities to
get to know one another better.  After a while and being boys we eventually
developed into the standard "truth or dare" games, the "I'll show you mine
if you'll show me yours" game, we played "streaking" games in the
cornfields and woods. We would sometimes sneak into a farmer's barn strip
naked and run around showing ourselves off. I hadn't had any dick in my
mouth for a while I wasn't sure if I ever would again, but I liked the
nudity a lot and I guess they did too because we did it a an awful lot.



I am now 12





Junior high offered something quite new and discomforting, gym class, with
a common shower that we the boys, were all expected to use after working
out in P.E class.

I wish that I had been more confident during those years. I wish I could
have lingered on the views provided to me by all the naked boys that I saw,
I wish I could provide the reader with some wet fantasy about the shower
room , a coach, a jock or a bar of soap but I cant.. My shyness of these
new people and my own awkwardness around others forced me to avoid looking
and gleaning any pleasant memory of the semi-public display of boyhood
nudity. The fear of being labeled a "FAG" was very intense during the mid
70s. So my memories don't allow for too many sexy memories of this period
of my life.



I do remember many of the boys already had pubic hair, I remember feeling
self-conscious because I didn't have any. I was a late bloomer and remained
hairless throughout the 2 years spent in Junior high. I remember being
jealous of some of the guys because they were in better shape than me, had
bigger dicks than me, or were faster or stronger or cuter or more
popular. I hated them all.





Porn-



There were pleasant times too. I clearly recall a new discovery that marked
another keystone point in my life. While poking around in the garage one
winter afternoon I found my old man's stash of porn magazines in a well
hidden and secured cabinet. I could not believe the treasure displayed
before my eyes. My old man had at least 200 adult magazines of all
varieties. The standard Playboys, Penthouse and Hustler magazines were of
course represented. but my dad had magazines highlighting black chicks, he
had magazines about big boobs, there were lingerie magazines, panty
magazines, he had 1950s magazines where the girls genitals were airbrushed
out, because showing pink in the 50s and 60s was taboo. Best of all though
there was about two dozen magazines with crystal clear hardcore photos of
people doing just about everything. Oral, Anal, straight sex, all possible
positions and racial combinations were represented. The accompanying text
to all these supreme hardcore photos was highly educational and highly
clinical descriptions of sex and sexual behaviors. By the time I reached
high school sex education class I could have written a thesis on the
subject and never really had any true field experience, I was obviously
very excited about this find and I couldn't possibly contain this booty of
porn all to myself. I had to share it with my friends down the road.





My first mouthful of cum-







My memory is vague about how B- and I ended up on the couch that
evening. I'm sure we had spent the earlier part of the day together playing
or something. But one way or another there we were on the couch in the
front room of B-'s house. In the center of the room sat a large pool table,
which kind of hid us from the view of the other rooms. Along the west wall
sat the couch. B- had set up a small black and white television towards the
north end of the couch were he would spend his evenings doing homework or
watching television away from his folks who were usually in another room
that was maybe twenty feet away. We both had large cups of iced tea and
plenty of snacks to munch on as we watched television. B- had brought his
bed pillows into the front room and we made ourselves comfortable for an
evening of 1970's television sitcoms. The only light in the room was coming
from the small portable television and the moonlight from the large windows
on the north wall. A bluish glow washed throughout the room.

B- was dressed in a pair of white cotton pajamas with blue vertical
stripes. A simple navy blue collared golf shirt with a red stripe across
the chest and white tube socks.

It was a very large couch so B- had lay down and stretched out with his
head

Towards the television while I sat cross legged at his feet.  From time to
time he would roll over on his back during commercials and we would talk
some. When he did this he would spread his knees apart giving me a fabulous
view of his soft cottony crotch. and due to the light in the room, I could
easily see the bundle and shape of his peter under his PJs. It was
definitely bigger than E-'s by 2 or 3 inches and much thicker. B-and E-
were the same ages but I hadn't seen E-'s dick for a couple years. While
staring at his package my mouth began to water and my dick began to stir, I
began to look more forward to the commercials now because the show was
better. I remember after about an hour of this I began to get the desire to
touch it. I listened carefully to ascertain the exact location of every one
in the house. Determined it was safe I scooted forward a few inches and
carefully reached out and began gently rubbing B-'s cock over the soft
cotton PJs.

He didn't flinch a bit.



The feeling of his semi firm young tool getting harder in my hand was
intoxicating I knew that a dick feels good when it gets rubbed and even
better when somebody else rubs it for you. He never turned his head or said
a word, or made a single sign of protest. I guessed him to be about 5 or so
inches long, straight as an arrow and a perfect fit for my 14-year-old
hands. Though he was still covered by his cotton PJs the shadow and shape
of his hardening pre teen sausage was clearly visible now in the bluish
television light. It took me a few minutes but I finally summonsed the
courage to begin undoing the snaps holding the prize I desperately wanted
to secure. I started from the bottom snap and undid the next two leaving
the top snap fastened.



 To be sure it was safe I paused to reassess the safety of the situation. I
then gently opened the loose fly and slid my hands over his dick and
inserted my fingers under his underwear's waistband and slowly lowered it
to expose an absolutely perfect hard hairless 12-year-old boy cock. I
gently placed the band under his smooth balls so the whole package was on
display. I then carefully lifted his cock with my right hand and slowly
began stroking it. He remained completely still, lying on his back with his
head turned towards the TV. I relaxed very quickly once I was sure he
wasn't going to freak out, when a fresh thought entered my mind. I stroked
him for a few more minutes before I took the next step. Moving very quietly
I slowly leaned forward and began licking and tonguing the head of his
silky smooth warm dick. Not a sound was made. After a few seconds his legs
slowly spread apart enough to allow me some more room. I knew then that he
wasn't going to stop me, so I melted into the emotion and began sucking his
peter like a little pervert. I sucked his meat fast, slow, and deep, I
licked every part and rubbed his pre cum all over my face. What made this
so different from my earlier forays into oral sex was how long it lasted I
must have sucked and licked quietly on his hard delicious meat for at least
45 minutes. During the entire time my mouth worked his dick he never
uttered a single word or made the slightest move, except to spread his
legs. I knew better but, anyone else might have thought he was asleep. I
licked his shaft, I licked the head, I licked his balls and nuzzled his
dick and all around the hairless baby smooth pubic area. I rubbed his
12-year-old cock all over my face, cheeks and chin. His tool just kept
getting sweeter and sweeter. When the time finally came when he could take
no more, nothing other than a sudden deep breath and a tensing of his legs
gave me any warning at all of the nectar he would fill my mouth and throat
with a second later. Since he was on his back and I was hovering over his
dick some of the explosive loads he deposited in my mouth dribbled out and
down onto his pajama bottoms. I swallowed the juice already in my mouth
without a thought. and then licked up what I could but some still got away
and left a small wet spot on his PJs.

All this activity occurred just 20 or so feet away from his mom and dad
watching television in the other room. He quietly hopped up and went into
the bathroom for a few minutes, came back out and seemed cool with
everything. By this time it was pretty late and I needed to head home. So I
said my goodbyes and left. The short walk home was flooded with images and
memories I had gleaned from the encounter and was sporting quite a raging
chubby. I went home, straight to my room, closed the door and beat my meat
like a horny little monkey.





 D-



Out of nowhere one day a new player was introduced into the mix. His name
was D-. D- was B-'s cousin from Florida. He was a scrawny little dishwater
blonde about 11 years old with a smart mouth and cocky attitude. He was
unloaded on B-'s family by an uncle who suddenly found himself in prison
for some un-discussed crime. D- immediately attached himself to B-'s older
brother (who I mentioned earlier that I didn't care for). Thus I felt no
great attachment and had little trust for the scrawny asshole, this
situation presented a minor problem to my ceaseless hunger for B-'s cock
and cum. Even though D- spent all the time he could with B-'s brother. B-'
brother was 4 years older than D- and had other things to do with friends
his own age. So as an alternative D- hung out with B-,T-, and me.  So
overtime I learned to tolerate his presence and even attempted to include
him into the normal activities that the boys in my neighborhood would
publicly involve themselves in. (softball, biking, swimming, etc...)



B- starts playing games



I had opened a Pandora's box with B-. Before long I was sucking his dick a
couple times a week. Any time we could get 15 minutes or so alone, out of
sight and away from his cousin I'd suck his cock, in the poolroom, in his
bedroom, in his garage, in my garage in the cornfield in the neighboring
barns, In the sheds, in the woods in the abandoned house down the road in
the front seat of my folks Pontiac, in the snow forts we built in the
winter, after school in my bedroom. We set up a clubhouse of sorts In the
loft of his fathers garage which became the default location for servicing
his sweet tool. I just could not get enough of his dick. And he knew
it. Sometimes the little bastard really made me work for it too. Sometimes
that little game started to bug me because I would practically beg him to
fuck my mouth. Hell I used to give him porn magazines that I'd swipe from
my father's collection in trade Just for the opportunity to suck his
meat. But one day I was overcome with a raging desire for more and after
servicing B- one spring afternoon I wiped off my chin and went next door to
look for some new fun.









T-



When I left B-'s I spotted T- playing alone on his standard A- frame swing
set located in his backyard.  I went over and started talking, which wasn't
unusual. From his backyard we went into his garage through the garages rear
door. For some reason that I cant recall T- was climbing a ladder that went
up to a storage area above the center area of the garage. He was standing
on the forth of fifth rung and his 12 year old package was right at my
eyelevel. He was wearing a snug pair of red running short's under which I
could see the subtle paunch of his sweet young cock. After all the time I'd
spent on my knees in front of B-' crotch it seemed natural to me to reach
out and grab a dick when its presented to me so clearly, I began
drooling,. I wanted to just pull down his shorts and swallow his cock
whole. Even though I had seen T- naked dozens of times over the past couple
years I had never actually touched him sexually. But my world now had hard
cocks and tasty cum in it and I was addicted. I reached up and ran my right
hand up the inside of his left thigh until I reached his treasure, I gently
cupped and began fondling his package He went silent for a sec but didn't
move away or freak. T- was considerably smaller than me at this point so I
probably scared the hell out of him. I knew physically controlling him
wouldn't be a problem. But, I didn't want to scare him.  I wanted to suck
his dick. I continued to gently rub and squeeze his package and felt it
slowly but steadily increase in size and firmness under his red cotton
running shorts. I moved around the ladder and pulled him down and placed
him on my lap. as I lowered myself onto a riding lawnmower. He had his back
to me and was straddling my left leg. My hand never stopped fondling his
dick during the transfer from ladder to lap. so far he remained totally
silent and pliable. I could only here him breathing; I could tell he was a
little nervous, I know I would've been. I then took my left hand, reached
around him and slid it down the front of his shorts, then under his
underwear's waistband and gently palmed his peter, which was hard as
hell. I slowly rolled my fingers around his 5 inch shaft and slowly started
to jack him off in his shorts. I began whispering to him"



" I've been giving B- blowjobs for months now and you can have one if you
want one."



 With closed eyes he quietly said



 "Nah".



  I was disappointed but I kept stroking him and offering him a blowjob and
telling that it was okay to just relax and enjoy.  After a couple minutes
he visibly relaxed and seemed to go with it. I just kept stroking and
rubbing his boy-teen cock, before long though his body tensed up and he
quietly groaned as he came all over my left hand, which was still inside
his shorts. shot after gooey shot of his warm cum squeezed over my palm and
between my fingers as he relieved himself into my hand. I slowed down my
stroking as I relished in the slippery feeling of his spent meat in my
hand. I carefully loosened my grip on his wet slippery cock and removed my
hand from his shorts then released him. He staggered a little as he stood
up; he then collected his balance and went inside his house to clean up.
My left hand was covered in T-'s boy juice which I quickly began licking
off my fingers and palm. Gathering all I could to let it roll over and
cover my tongue with this new flavor of cum before swallowing it



Then I was suddenly on pins and needles, it occurred to me that he might go
inside and tell his mom what just happened. I'd been snagged before by
somebody's folks and didn't want to do that again. When he came back out a
few minutes later everything seemed pretty cool. I relaxed and firmly
reconfirmed my offer for the blowjob when ever or wherever he wanted one
and then asked him to keep our little episode together, a secret. He agreed
to do so and I went home and once again beat off like a horny little
monkey.







Two days later T- B- D- and I were playing some game outdoors, which
allowed T- and I the opportunity to be alone for a few minutes. For some
reason the two of us ended up in the utility shed located in T-'s
backyard. I remember T- was looking out the small windows to make sure we
hadn't been spotted. When I asked if he had thought about my offer. He
blushed a bit and said he had. I reached over and gently took his package

In my hand and began rubbing. Then asked him straight out



 "you wanna blowjob?'



He quietly nodded then muttered



'"oh yeah".



 He didn't feel safe in the shed so we quickly crossed his back lawn and
entered his garage through the rear door again.

This time he locked the back door and checked out all the windows. He then
locked the front door and made sure everything was cool and secure. Being
new to this he asked me



"What should I do?"



 I leaned my back against the front door and slid down to blowjob level. I
then told him



  "Position your dick as close to my mouth as possible."



 He shuffled forward about a foot. I looked up at him, smiled and said



"Just reach in your pants and pull out your dick."



Which he cautiously did. My cock was mahogany hard at this point and I was
grabbing and stroking it over my jeans as I watched him uncover and expose
his boyhood to me. it was a beautiful piece of boy meat. Completely smooth
and hairless, Five inches or more long, thicker at the base than the tip
with a pronounced upward curve. I told him



" I want you to feel comfortable and in control. Slowly move forward and
put your dick in my mouth. Then just stand still and enjoy what happens
next."



With his peter just inches away from my open mouth he moved forward a bit
and placed the tip of his cock to my lips (I almost shot my load right
then) and slowly pushed his cock deeper inside my mouth His pre-cum covered
and spread over my tongue as he entered. Slowly all five inches of his
pride sat warmly and proudly inside my mouth and throat. He felt bigger in
my mouth than in my hand

I noticed despite the perfect length of his cock his width was admirable
and filled my whole mouth, leaving just enough room to roll my tongue along
the bottom of his delicious pole. I was in heaven. A shaking sigh escaped
his lips and echoed throughout the garage as I began to slowly bob up and
down on his stiff young shaft. His breathing steadily increased its pace as
I continued sucking and licking his pride and joy. I continued taking his
cock in and out of my mouth savoring the raw base emotion emanating in the
room Within a few (very short) minutes he drew in a deep breath and
exploded his boy juice into my mouth, stream after stream of wonderful
fluid began filling my mouth and throat. I accepted his load with delight
and savored the flavor on my tongue before happily swallowing it.

I hesitantly let his now semi flaccid meat slip from my lips, my tongue
darted out to lick off every last possible drop before he stepped back and
put my newest toy back under its thin cotton coverings. As I got off my
knees and wiping a trail of cum that was running down my chin, I remember
telling him



"You can have a blowjob whenever you want one, WHENEVER and where ever."



He grinned slyly and said "cool."



  Little did we know at the time, but D- had been watching us from outside
the garage through the corner window.





Propositioning T-





Before long I was receiving and swallowing T's cum 3 or 4 times a week. T-
was willing to play more than B- was. we worked our way through every
conceivable position we could with his meat firmly sheathed in my
mouth. Unlike B- he was more than willing to

Hold me head and fuck my mouth like a pussy till he came. I never asked him
to return the favor and he never offered which was fine with me. He was
also more forward than B-. I can't count the times I would simply turn my
head and suddenly find his throbbing peter just inches from my face. I did
say he could have a blowjob whenever he wanted one and he was simply taking
me up on the offer.



Like all things of a sexual nature, a person wants to expand there
knowledge and experience, I had seen pictures of all kinds of sex by this
time in my life including anal sex. I knew that it was something that
"fags" did but so was sucking cock, so what did I have to lose? I was
curious about having a dick in my ass and I felt that I could trust T-
so...

One rainy autumn afternoon T- and I were in my bedroom, which wasn't
un-common. T- was laid back on my bed with his legs hanging over the edge;
spread wide with his pants and underwear bunched up around his ankles his
dick out and me between his knees servicing his tool. A wave of lust and
courage flowed over me. I paused briefly, slid his cock from my mouth and
between breaths asked



 " you wanna fuck me in the ass? I'm willing to try it if you are.".



He was silent for a second as he digested my request and then said



 "nah, maybe some other time. I like what your doing right now just fine".



 He then placed his left hand on the back of my head and pushed my mouth
back down over his cock and began vigorously fucking my mouth within a
minute I received and swallowed another explosive load of his delicious cum
.



 I think the idea of fucking someone in the butt actually turned him on,
but he wasn't mentally prepared at that time for the experience or for, the
"out of the blue" request.

He needed a bit of time to think about it. I know this because the very
next time his meat was in my mouth he asked me if the offer was still
available. I said



"Sure, but we can't do it here. We need to be somewhere more private.

Cause I'd have to take my pants off to do it right and I don't wanna rush
through it."



I assured him that I was willing and eager and would begin trying to secure
a place and time. He conceded to wait and I resumed pleasuring his meat to
orgasm.



D- again...



As I mentioned earlier D- had been watching me give T- his first blowjob
through the garage window, and as I eluded to earlier I didn't like the
little bastard much, I simply didn't trust him. He was too close and "buddy
buddy," with B-'s older brother. One afternoon when I was in my room doing
something useless I heard the doorbell ring .

When I opened the door, there the little twerp stood. This visit was
unusual for him but I let him in anyway. He followed me through the house
to my room. He hemmed and hawed for a few minutes and then got to the point
of his visit.



 " I saw you sucking T-'s dick through the window of the garage and I was
hoping I could get a blowjob too." he said.



 I sat there dumbfounded for a second and just stared at him. Then clearly
said



 "NO!"



He asked again and again and I reaffirmed my denial each time. T- and B- I
trusted to keep our fun together private. But I knew if I sucked D- off he
would run straight to his older cousin and blab. This, I did not need. I
was positive B-'s brother would make my last years of high school a living
hell if he found out and could confirm my private proclivities.  So after a
few more minutes of his insensate begging I began pushing him out of my
room and finally out of the house. This was not the complete end of D-
though.





This little distraction didn't slow down my secret fun though. I was still
sucking B- and/or T- a couple times a week or more. A number of times I
even had the opportunity to suck them both at the same time.  B- seemed
uncomfortable with a threesome and never came, sometimes after a few
minutes he would wrap up and leave. T- on the other hand always stayed
until he was happily satisfied. A new routine began to develop over time
with B-, he began to wait until night fall then come sneaking down to my
house, tap on my window as a signal that he was horny and wanted servicing,
of course I was more than happy to accommodate. Though he denies it to this
day I know that from time to time B- would let his little bastard cousin
watch me service him from the shadows



A short note.



 I discovered later on that B- and T- both had had some sexual play with D-
when I wasn't around. If I would have been told this at the time I might
have reconsidered doing D- as well. But no one hipped me to the situation
until much later on when it was far too late to do anything about it. Hell
it might have been fun doing all 3 of them at once or one after the
other. Oh well, we'll never know



Finally fucked-



By this time I was over 16, had my drivers license, and occasionally
obtained the keys to the family car.



 After cruising through the country partying with my high school cohorts
one night I noticed that my old grade school was pretty secluded and fairly
unlighted at night. The next time T-and I had a private moment together (me
sucking his dick) I paused briefly in my ministrations and suggested the
location for fucking my ass. He thought it over a bit but required a little
prompting, so after obtaining my parents permission to use the car one
evening we headed out into the country.



 One of the wonderful things about 1960s Pontiacs was the size of the front
bench seat

 As we drove through the country my right hand was steadily massaging and
stroking T-'s crotch over his pants and by the time we reached the school
he was sporting an impressive pulsing boner, after a few "drive-bys" to
confirm our solitude and safety we mutually agreed to risk it, so as I
re-approached the school, I turned off my head lights a few hundred yards
before the entrance to the parking lot, I turned quietly into the lot and
drove the car around the building to the back side to be out of view from
the road. I pulled up quietly next to the building, grudgingly I had to
release my handful of joy long enough to put the car in park, and turn off
the engine.  T- took this opportunity to unzip and lower his pants to about
mid thigh, exposing my favorite toy, which he knew I couldn't resist
sucking on. I happily leaned over and greedily began re-pleasuring his
stiff 14-year-old boy cock. I slurped and slobbered over his dick for a few
minutes until he told me he was getting "close". At which point I gently
released his boyhood from my mouth, rose up and wiped off my chin .I asked
him if he was ready to try fucking me, he vigorously shook his head in the
affirmative.  We decided it was best to climb out of the windows instead of
opening the doors because we didn't want the lights or the sound of the
doors closing to give us away.



  We climbed up on the loading dock, which was located behind the school's
gymnasium that also served as the school's lunchroom. I removed the sweat
pants and briefs I was wearing and threw them on the cold concrete floor as
a cushion for my knees. Lightly Illuminated by a single streetlamp a few
hundred yards away I dropped to my knees once again and T-moved forward and
stuck his meat in my mouth for a few more minutes of oral pleasure before
the main event. As he steadily fucked my mouth I removed the cap from the
bottle of k-y lotion that I had brought, and squeezed a glob onto my
fingers, I then reached down between my thighs, past my boner and greased
up my asshole before inserting my middle finger in preparation for my first
butt fuck. When T- was close to cumming again he pulled his wet saliva
covered pecker from my mouth, and said he was ready.



I turned around and bent over into a doggy style position so my virgin ass
was exposed and ready.  T- lowered himself down on to his knees and
scuttled his raging boner as close as he could to my asshole.



 I remember the jolt of excitement I felt when I fully comprehended what
was about to happen to me. Waves of decadent pleasure ran through out my
body as T- rubbed the head of his cock around my greased up ass hole ( a
feeling I enjoy to this day) . The sensation of being in this vulnerable
position was exciting as hell and I didn't want it end.



 At first he had a little bit of trouble penetrating my tight hole but with
a little bit of manual guidance from me he was able to pop his head in an
inch or so. I honestly thought it would hurt a lot more than it did to have
something that big in your ass. Yet I don't remember any substantial pain
at all, I do recall that my breath was taken away for a moment as he slowly
slid the rest of his pole in.



He asked if I was okay, and I said



 "Oh yeah, I'm good ...keep going".



He began to slowly fuck me at first and got into a sweet feeling rhythm. I
was totally lost in another world as his perfect cock slowly, gracefully
filled my ass again and again. I felt like a total whore and I loved it.  I
think his knees were beginning to hurt a bit on the cold concrete of the
loading dock when he asked if I could lie down a bit more. I whispered



 "Sure."



I lowered my self to a semi prone position with my ass as high as I could
achieve so my own hard throbbing dick wasn't rubbing the concrete and I
could stroke myself as he rode me. He carefully moved forward with me and
was able to stay deep inside of my ass during this transition, so once
achieved he resumed his pumping in and out of my butt. I was in another
universe. I told him he could go faster if he wanted to, so he did. The
flesh on flesh slapping noise echoed off the 3 surrounding walls



In... out... in... out... in... out.



 I was about to explode when he asked



" Can I lie down on top of you?"



I was hesitant at first because I was afraid of friction burning my dick on
the concrete but as always I acquiesced to his every sexual whim. Keeping
my hand firmly grasped around my prick I lowered myself until I was as flat
on the ground as I could be.

He then lowered himself further onto his elbows with his head right next to
my left ear.



 How I would have loved to watch this scene from above to see his tight
14-year- old butt clench and flex with every inward shove of his cock into
my 16-year-old ass. I wish I could have watched his cock slide in and out
of my no longer virgin hole. What I would have given to know what his
animalistic thoughts were at that moment or to see the pleasure on his face
as he fucked my tight ass.



By this time his thrusting was fast and furious,



 In out in out in out in out



He had me climbing the walls and I was on the getting very close to cumming
in my squeezing hand when he whispered in my ear that he too was getting
close. I told him



"you...can...shoot inside me... if you want... to"



 After a couple more wonderfully deep jabs of his sweet cock, he tensed up,
grunted in my ear and pumped his hot juice inside my ass, this triggered my
own orgasm and I gushed into my squeezing fist and dripped cum onto the
cold concrete floor.



We laid there quietly for a minute or so, gathering our collective breath
then he carefully slid his meat out of my cum filled butt. We got up
gathered our selves into a sense of respectability and climbed back into
the car and went home.



Before too long anal sex became a fairly regular activity for us, of course
we couldn't do it every time we got together because it required a bit more
privacy than my oral pleasuring of his tool did, but that was good too
because I enjoyed tasting and swallowing his cum as much as I enjoyed being
used as his personal butt slut.

This private activity continued 2 or 3 times a week for the rest of the
time we were both in high school probably 3 or so more years. It was some
of the best sex I can remember and I still beat off thinking about it to
this day.



Recently, after 20 years had passed, T-and I made contact again and
restarted our games. Presently I get the opportunity of sucking him off or
being fucked by my childhood friend once or twice a month. It's just as
exciting and pleasurable as it was then