Something From My Past
Hi again. I’m sorry if you don’t use the chat feature here and maybe you aren’t interested in chatting with me, if that is the case-I apologize and won’t contact you again. If you are as I suspect, different than most men here on Xhamster, I would really like to chat with you and share a few things. To clarify a bit more about what I meant when I commented on your page here, I noticed right away that the movies you posted here aren’t only about showing two people getting their fuck on. The majority of your movies are of gurls, mostly clothed and being more seductive about sharing their bodies, than just bending over and spreading heir buns to let the world see their buttholes. Now, I’m not a prude for sure, but to me, great sex is about more than just getting off. Great sex is the entire ball of wax and seduction and anticipation is an incredible turn on for me, and I suspect for you as well. And again, that makes you very different than the majority of men here who are attracted to gurls. From reading your profile page here, I find you very attractive. I’m not into labels, I don’t think you are attractive because you likely have a larger than average penis, I find you attractive because you seem very real to me, and very confident in who you are and what makes you happy in life. I have never slept around, not my style at all. I have always desired and needed an emotional connection with someone in order to sleep with them. To me, that connection only heightens the physical sensations shared when making love. Sure, the need is always to attain a release, but masturbation will allow that. The real ecstasy in my book is finding a partner to trust enough to explore that ecstasy with, and trust enough to let go of all the fears of not being accepted for who you are, and what you desire, that you can find the courage to let someone in and show them who you are on the inside.
For me, the internet has allowed me to open the door and let others who have been shunned by so many societies and cultures, see a part of me that I have been ashamed of and fighting for as long as I can remember. When I did stumble across the “alternative” ways of living and loving, it was earth shattering for me. It was like I had found my tribe, and I started to feel like I wasn’t this freak of nature, living with shame and embarrassment. It made me realize that their were men out there who could and would be able to see the real me and they would like that and be attracted to me, and want to be with me, for the person that I am.
The more I explored this new and possible life I’d found online, the more I was able to open up and share bits and pieces of who I had been hiding, letting a very select few in my very small circle of trust. And that earth shattering for me, I was able to share things about me and I wasn’t ridiculed, I was actually encouraged and asked to share more about this person I am inside, and that felt like nothing I had ever experienced before. That made me feel good about myself, that made me be able to look at myself in a mirror and start to see myself as attractive for who I was and what my body looked like. Although I was never really ‘fat’ growing up, I have had more breast tissue than other boys. And before long, a lot of others seemed to notice this and as *********s do, they began to tease me mercilessly about the size of my boobs and nipples. It didn’t take long before this shaming made me completely self conscious about going without a top while in front of others. The teasing was constant and very often accompanied by other boys grabbing my breasts and twisting of my nipples painfully, which not only physically hurt me, but emotionally hurt me as well. No human wants to be ostracized by the tribe, yet there I was, an outsider from a very early age because of how my body was growing and that mortified me to my core. Consequently, I learned very quickly to do everything I could to hide my breasts, I would hunch my shoulders forward trying to insure my breasts wouldn’t be as noticeable, during gym class I would change my shirt as fast as possible with my back turned toward the others in the changing room, I would wear a t-shirt when swimming if I could. In the middle of summer, when the other boys would take off there shirts, I’d always leave mine on. I didn’t want to be this way, but I was and it made me very guarded and always hyper aware so as to not be noticed.
I didn’t have any others siblings close to my age either, so I had no one to confide in and share what I was feeling inside, so my loneliness only drove to further withdraw, and away from establishing trusted relationships with others. Keep in mind also that I grew up during the 1970’s & 1980’s, and during those times the culture of the area was very anti anything other than strictly heterosexual values. Teasing others about being a ‘fag’ or ‘queer’ was an everyday occurrence and many times outright encouraged by adults, I quickly learned in order to stay out of the sights of others to as they say, play the game, if I didn’t want the focus turned on me. Another physical attribute I was unfortunate enough to have was my height. I was very short compared to my peers, so here again, I was easily singled out and frequently the center of attention in that regard. Yet another non-masculine quality I could do nothing about, and one that continues to this very day. So, two very feminine attributes that I couldn’t change; obvious enlarged breasts and nipples, and a short petite physical stature.
And then something happened that would, I believe, shape what would eventually become my sexual identity forever. I cannot remember exactly, but as I think about it, I must have been seven or eight at the time. My parents left for vacation, they were going to visit relatives in Florida for a week and they didn’t take with them. I probably had school and they wouldn’t wanted me to miss it, so I was taken to my much older step sisters for the week my parents were gone. My step sister had two c***dren of her own, and they were both older than me. One a boy, who was **************er than me and the other a girl, who was three years older than me. Naturally I knew them very well as I had grown up with them. While I was there, I slept in the boys bedroom, he had bed that had another bed underneath it when not in use. So that’s where I was to sleep. We got along very well and always had great fun. When it was time for bed, my step sister would say good night and tell us to go to sleep. Being that I was staying there for a week and had school, this was pretty normal. Until it was Friday, without school the next day, my step sister just told us to not be loud enough to keep everyone else in the house awake and closed the bedroom door, saying goodnight. Larry and I had fun playing a few games, making each other laugh and generally being quiet enough not to get yelled at. As the night went on, it was getting later and later. It was probably well past midnight when Larry got this big smile on his face and asked if I wanted to see something really cool, of course I said yes! He got out of his bed and went in his closet and pulled something out and crawled back on his bed where I was waiting for him. Grinning ear to ear, he looked at me and showed me a magazine with naked women in it!
Although quite young, I was all for seeing naked women. Larry laid out on his stomach on his bed and I did the same so we could look at the magazine before us. Page after page revealed naked and nearly naked women with beautiful bodies, smiling at us almost as if they knew how much we were enjoying every inch of their bodies. We studied each and every page of the magazine, taking our time as if we were studying for an exam. I was in seventh heaven and couldn’t believe my good luck! We would comment in whispered voices what we liked to one another, trying to be as quiet as possible in hopes of not getting caught. And when we were at the end of the magazine, we went back to the beginning and started all over. I don’t know at what point Larry whispered to me and asked me what I was feeling or something to that affect, but I remember looking him the eye and whispering to him that I had a boner. Due to our ages, we both still wore pajamas to sleep in. I remember it was during he winter, so our pajamas were long pants and long sleeves. After I told Larry I had a boner, he looked at me and smiled, and told me he had a boner too. We both seemed to find that incredibly funny, and had to cover our mouths to keep quiet. After that we went back to looking at each page again, I’m sure we were both getting harder and harder. Now, at his point in my life, I knew nothing about masturbation other than you weren’t supposed to do it. It was a sin to touch yourself like that and you didn’t ever want to get caught doing it or you’d be in major trouble! I’m sure I had touched my little boner before that night, but that was it. I had no idea what would happen if you didn’t stop touching it. Being that I was close to Larry, and he being older than me, I had always trusted him and again, being as young as I was, I had no reason not to trust him. So when he looked at me and asked me if I wanted to see his boner, having no reason not to trust him and being curios, I of course nodded my head and said yes. Larry slowly got off the bed and quietly snuck over to his door and locked it.
Slowly crawling back onto the bed as he looked at me, he laid on his back and with a grin on his face, he began to slowly and quietly slide down his pajama bottoms. I honestly can’t tell you what was going through my mind at the time, other than pure curiosity. And then as I was looking at his groin, no longer covered by his pajama bottoms, his asked skin began to appear and before I knew it, I saw pubic hair for the first time in my life! I remember looking at his pubic hair and being shocked, I certainly didn’t have any myself, and other than looking at the women in the magazine, didn’t have a clue about it. As I write this now, I seem to think that’s another reason he offered to show me his boner, because he did have pubic hair and I was asking him about it as we looked at the pubic hair on the women in the pictures. I do remember being utterly amazed as I looked at his curly orange/reddish pubic hair as it emerged. It was so captivating for me, surreal almost. And as I took in the sight before me, my eyes wandered further down his hairy groin until I saw it, I saw his boner in all its glory. It was obviously much bigger than mine, and it looked so smooth as I looked at it from base to tip. And it seemed to bounce on its own as he was pushing his pajama bottoms down the top of his legs. Mine never bounced, it always just stood straight out. Seeing his bounce, and his size, and his pubic hair sprouting from the base of his boner had somehow put me into a trance. It was like I couldn’t take my eyes off of what he was sharing with me. I don’t know how much time had passed, could have been ten minutes of me staring at his erection not more than a foot away from me. I had somehow worked myself lower down on his bed, so that my face was at the level of his hips, and being that it was the middle of the night, he only had his small nightstand lamp on, so in order for me to get a real good look at his naked boner, I had to be physically close to it.
I remember once Larry had taken his pajama bottoms down, he brought his hand up to his groin and he started rubbing himself, and slowly rocking his hips. My eyes were glued to what I was seeing, something about seeing his naked, hairy erection slowly rocking up and down made me want to see as much as I could. I have wrestled with this fascination ever since, and despite analyzing my reaction and desire to see as much of him as possible, I to this day have no idea why I needed to watch as intently as I did. It was and is just something that I like and enjoy. As the minutes passed, his hand slowly started to gravitate towards his shaft, seemed like time had begun to slow. And then his fingers worked thier way around his shaft, until he was squeezing it. He had started at the base, and with each squeeze his erection seemed to get taller. As he was gently squeezing himself, his hips again started to slowly rock up and down. Something told me that he was really enjoying how he was touching his erection, I don’t know what it was, it was just a feeling I had. As I watched him, I had been laying on my belly and became aware that my own boner was harder than I had ever felt before. The combination of all the events that had taken place the night had me experiencing a whole host of things I had never felt before. Looking at all the naked women in the magazine, to seeing a real life hairy erection before my very own eyes was sending my brain into overdrive and I couldn’t seem to get enough of either!
After a few minutes of Larry fondling his erection like that, I noticed that the mattress was starting to move from his hips working up and down, as his tempo was increasing. And his grip on his erection appeared to have gotten tighter as he went on, and I remoter thinking to myself that it almost looked painful, and why was he doing that to himself? Watching him stroke his erection in front of my eyes, I also began to look at his testicles that sat so prominently below his shaft. Only having mine for comparison, I marveled at their sheer size, along with their coating of wiry pubic hair. They looked huge to me! And I remember noticing how tight they looked, and how some of his nutsack almost had a wrinkled appearance. It was like I learning so much about about life in the ten minutes I had started watching his show. My gaze would look from his testicles to the tip of shaft, back and forth, up and down. And then something changed in my view, something at the very tip of his shaft seemed to be glimmering, almost shiny as it caught the limited light of the bedside lamp. Having never seen anything like it, I at first thought it was a tear drop. Sure, I knew that when I or someone cried,tears came rolling down a persons cheek, but this was no where near his cheek. I was again enamored with what I was seeing and what was happening. And then he stopped, at first it didn’t register with me, I was still watching but nothing was happening. His hand was no longer wrapped around his shaft, the mattress has not moving anymore, I was just looking at his hairy erection standing proudly less than a foot away from my face. After a few moments, I shifted my eyes up to his and saw that he was almost red in his face, his eyes were almost glassy and his chest was rapidly rising and falling.
And then in another whisper, he asked me what I thought. I honestly think I smiled big and whispered back to him that I really liked it. He had to cover his mouth with his hand to muffle his laughter. After a few moments, he regained his composure and asked me what I liked about it. I know I told him I like how hairy he was down there. He told me I would grown hair on mine someday and be just like him. I was a little shocked by that, until he told me that, I hadn’t put two and two together. Still smiling as he looked down at me, he asked me if I had any questions. Looking back at his erection, I nodded my head and asked him what was on the tip of his penis that looked shinny. He looked down at his erection and placed a hand around himself, pulling his erection closer to his groin as if to look. Taking his other pointer finger and dipping it onto the shinny substance on the tip of his penis, he said you mean this? I shook my head yes. Slowly he moved his finger towards my mouth and said taste it. Looking up him in horror, I reared my head back shaking my head no. I didn’t know a lot, but I did know that pee came out of penises and knew that pee wasn’t something that you should put in your mouth. Looking back at him he laughing quietly, and then he whispered to me, it’s not pee. Not breaking his gaze into my eyes, he took his shinny covered finger and put it in his own mouth.
It doesn’t taste bad at all, it actually tastes salty like potato chips and I know you like potato chips don’t you? Seeing him taste his shinny stuff from the tip of his penis with my own eyes, I nodded my head yes. I thought so he said, as his hand went back to the tip of his penis and his finger scooped another dollop of the shinny residue before he placed his finger in front of my lips. Looking at his fingertip covered with the shinny substance coating it, I opened my mouth and lowered my mouth over his fingertip and slowly tasted the shinny substance, and was somewhat surprised at how salty it tasted. Pulling his fingertip from lips, he said see? It was salty, right? Half smiling, I nodded my head in silent agreement. Looking again at his hairy shaft in front my face, I noticed it wasn’t as big as it had been while was stroking it. He saw me looking at his penis and asked me what was wrong. I sooo curious, so I asked him why it wasn’t as big as what it was before. Again grabbing his shaft, he told me that he was getting really close to cumming and he wasn’t ready for that yet, so he had to stop. I didn’t know what he was talking about, so I asked him what that meant. He told me that the shinny, salty stuff was pre-cum, and that it came out of a penis before a guy actually cums. And then he told me that when I get older, I’ll be able to cum myself when I touch myself like he was showing me. I said, when will that be? Probably in three or four years he said. What is it like, cumming? Smiling again, he said it was like being tickled and having a million fireworks going off in your body all at once. He said it felt like nothing else and when I did do it, I’d want to do it all the time.
Returning his hand to his shaft, he again slowly started to work himself up and down. My gaze was once again fixated on his erection and I smiled as I noticed him getting big again with each stroke. Then, in a whisper he broke our silence and asked me if I liked what I was looking at again. Nodding my head yes to his question, he then asked me if I wanted to touch him. As if in a trance, I felt my head again nodding yes. Slowly his hand left his groin, and before I knew it, my own hand began to reach out towards his groin and my fingers felt his wiry, but somehow soft pubic hair that covered his naked groin above the base of his penis. It was like a sensory overload in my mind, it felt nothing like the hair on my head. It was so curly, short and again so soft, I was utterly amazed. And the warmth of his groin felt amazing beneath my hand, almost like when I had reached in an oven to put in a pizza. Tentatively I let my hand fall closer and closer to his pubic hair covered skin until I could almost feel friction. Looking up at Larry, he smiled down at me as if to say it was okay. Returning my eyes back to his groin I began to spread my fingers apart and run them over his hairy groin and enjoying the feel of his pubic hair between my fingers. Lifting my gaze back to the tip of his penis, I began to see his pre-cum forming again. Locking my eyes on this sight, I slowly began working my hand closer to the base of his shaft until I touched it. I almost jumped back when I felt his hard shaft come into contact with my finger tip I so startled. Larry snickered quietly as I saw his shaft waving from my inadvertent touch.
Something inside of my brain told me to keep going and if I’m being honest, at that moment I wanted, or maybe needed to wrap my little hand around his erection like he had, to see exactly what it felt like in my hand. Although I was nervous and almost scarred, I eventually got my breathing under control and moved my hand slowly around his erect shaft and felt the heat and hardness of him in my hand, and honestly, it was an incredible feeling. To this day, it amazes me how an erect penis can feel so soft, yet be so hard at the same time. To me they feel like a piece steel, covered in feathers. As my curiosity seemed to get the better of me, I gave his erection and gentle squeeze to which Larry then took a very deep breath which scarred me. I removed my hand from his shaft as fast as I could and looked at him as if to apologize. Looking down at me, Larry smiled and told me it was okay and it just felt really good for him and I didn’t hurt him. That made me feel better. He then reached down and took my hand and placed it on his erection. Feeling relieved, i wrapped my hand around him once again and he returned his hand u dear his head and closed his eyes. Feeling that heat and hardness in my hand again lead me to again slowly stroke him up and down. The more I stroked him, I noticed his hips once again began to rise and fall with my ministrations. Something told me I was doing a good job and he was really enjoying what I was doing to his shaft. Not knowing exactly what I was doing, I was probably to cautious, but in my mind, the last thing I wanted to do was hurt him down there. It didn’t take a lot of this stroking before he was really starting to leak a lot of pre-cum again. In fact, he was leaking so much of it now, it actually started to drip off the tip of penis and down his shaft.
The longer I stroked him, the more contact my hand came into with his pre-cum, that’s when I noticed how slippery pre-cum is. The longer it when on, the more pre-cum I got onto my hand, the more slippery his erection became and Larry really seemed to be loving that. He was rocking his hips into my hand like he was a mad man. His shaft was completely soaked in his slippery, salty pre-cum and it just kept dripping out of his penis tip. Time is a funny thing, I have no idea how long I had been stroking his erect shaft, but what I do remember is that due to how I was laying on my stomach, and stroking him with my right hand, as into the moment as I was, my hand started to hurt. Consequently I started to slow my stroking of his erection, and had this overwhelming need to switch my body position to get comfortable again. Having stopped stroking Larry’s erection, I began to sit up and readjust myself so that I was sitting on my knees. It helped right away, and I could feel my blood flowing through my again and my right hand felt better almost immediately. Feeling better, I was looking at Larry’s erection which looked almost like a different color to me, and then looking up at Larry’s face, I saw him looking at me, and he almost looked upset or angry. And that scarred me at the time, I thought I had hurt him down there somehow and didn’t realize it. That must have registered with him, because he then quickly told me I hadn’t hurt him, he was actually just about to cum when I had stopped.
I whispered back to him that I was sorry, I didn’t know that, but my hand was hurting and I needed to stretch my back. Larry smiled and said it was okay, he understood. I felt relieved as he seemed genuine. As my body felt a lot better, I was again looking at Larry’s naked crotch, taking in his pubic hair covered softening erection I my hand again until I started to focus on his testicles. The most I knew about testicles is that you protect them at all costs. As a few minutes had passed since I stopped stroking his erection, it seemed to me that his testicles had relaxed a bit. Before when I was stroking him, it was like my hand kept bumping up against his ballsack and that feeling was somehow very interesting to me, I’ll admit it-I liked it. I have no idea why, but seeing and feeling his ballsack all scrunched up and tight looking somehow made me feel like what I was doing to him, really made him feel good. And having always looked up to Larry, making him feel good made me feel. So, as my hand slowly passed his erection, curiosity got the better of me and I eventually placed my hand gently over his ballsack and was again amazed at how different they felt than his erection. It seemed like the skin was completely different than his penis skin was. I had of course touched myself down there, but I never noticed the difference like I was now. Larry quietly moaned his approval the moment my hand covered his ballsack, and even spread his legs widely. Taking this as a sign I had again made him happy, I gently took him in my hand and slowly squeezed him, mostly out of curiosity.
Out of nowhere, Larry hand quickly found mine and pressed my hand harder into his groin. Another sign I was making him feel good yet again. He used my hand to rub his ballsack a bit rougher than what I would have done on my own, but he seemed to really enjoy the firm pressure, so I just went with it. After a few good rough rubbings like this, he grabbed my wrist and pulled it back to his erection. Taking his hint, I tried wrapping my hand around him again, but my hand seemed like it wasn’t ready yet. The pain in my hand had lessened a lot, but when I tried to grasp his erection it still hurt. Letting go of his erection, I turned my head and whispered to Larry that I was sorry but my hand was still hurting. He whispered back to me, it’s okay, it’s just that I am so close to cumming right now, I really have to do it or I’ll get blue balls, and blue balls really are painful. He saw the confusion in my face and then explained what blue balls were. Once I understood I really started to feel bad and asked him if there was something else I could do to help him cum. Looking me in the eyes, his hand reached out and slowly started to feel my hip and buns. Whispering he said, actually there is something you can do for me if you really want to. Feeling Larry’s hand caressing my hip and buns was making me tingle up and down my entire body. I think I probably looked like a cat who was getting their back scratched as they hunch their back up to meet the scratching hand. I think you like me touching your bottom, don’t you? I closed my eyes as tight as I could and told him, it’s the nicest feeling I’ve ever felt. Larry smiled at me again and said, feeling good, feels good doesn’t it? As I sat there on his bed with my legs folded under me, with Larry’s hand caressing my bottom, my eyes closed and my back arched, I whispered how can I help you cum?
I felt his weight moving the mattress first, then I felt his hand slowly move from my bottom to the middle of my back, and then that hind on my back began to apply more and more pressure, causing me to lean forward little by little. As I was being pushed downward, I could feel Larry’s body getting closer to mine, and then I felt his hand take my left hand and place it lower and in front of me, until I could feel his familiar erect flesh as I wrapped my hand around him. He felt so good again in my hand, that amazing feathery soft skin, covering that rock solid steel beneath it. And then something moist and slippery made contact with my lips. Immediately I opened both my eyes only to see that I was face to face with Larry’s erect shaft pushing against my lips! I was so shocked, I tried to pull my body away as fast as I could. But Larry being older and bigger than I was easily stopped me from my hurried getaway. Leaning in, as close he could to my left ear, Larry told me he was sorry to scare me like that, but he thought I wanted to help him cum. Slowly I calmed down and the pressure of hand lessened on my back, oddly enough I didn’t feel the need to move away from the bent over position I found myself in, starring at his hairy erection looking up at me. There, you okay now? I nodded my head yes, still looking down at the head of his shaft. Seeing his head begin to once again leak its shiny droplets. Now, are you still willing to help me cum? Again I nodded yes. Good, I really appreciate that. You know earlier when I had you taste my pre-cum, it was good, wasn’t it. Nodding yes again, it began to dawn on me what Larry had in mind.
He went on to explain that one way to make a guy cum was by placing his erection in your mouth and using your mouth to give what they call a blow job. But, it’s only called a blow job, because instead of blowing the person is supposed suck. I thought about this for a moment and whispered back, you mean like when you have a lollipop? Looking me in the eye, Larry nodded yes. I looked down again at his pre-cum covered head and thought, well I like lollipops and I liked how salty he tasted before. Looking back at Larry, I said I would try it. He said thank you, one thing though, it’s important you don’t sc**** me with your teeth, ok? I thought about and it made a lot of sense to me and told him of course, I’ll be really careful. And with that, Larry laid back against the headboard and seemed to get ready and relaxed. Taking hold of Larry’s erection again, I placed it at my lips and slowly stuck out my tongue and tasted how salty his pre-cum was once again. Liking his taste, I lowered my face to his erection, and pursed my lips together trying to slide him inside my mouth, remember to suck on him, not blow. As I got his head into my mouth, my tongue immediately started to lap at his pre-cum, which made Larry again spread his legs wide and slowly push upward with his hips. Taking his as good sign from him before I had to pull my face away from his thrusting erection so I wouldn’t choke, I slowly placed my lips over him again for another suck. After a few of these attempts, I felt like I was getting the hang of it and was able to start taking Larry’s erection deeper and deeper into my mouth.
It seemed like every time I took Larry’s erection in my mouth, he was leaking more and more pre-cum, and that along with my own spit combining, it wasn’t long until I felt both running down my chin. Not wanting to make a mess, I guess I just naturally started to swallow it all. From what I remember, I just couldn’t get enough of his salty pre-cum! It was like liquid potato chips to me, and I have always loved potato chips. After about three minutes of this, I know I was making Larry very happy. I knew that because of how he was rocking his hips upward as well as when I felt his hand touching my bottom again. But this time it was different, before when he was caressing my bottom, he was gentle, caring in a sense. No, this time he was more mauling me than anything, and the more he did it, the more I liked it. And every so often, he’d slap my bottom, but carful not to make a sound. And that made me tingle all over again, and I really liked how those tingles made me feel. And the hard he mauled my bottom, the more that made me work his erection with my lips, tongue and mouth! And then his touch changed, at first I couldn’t figure it out, I just knew something was different. And as my mouth was getting faster up and down his erection, I figured it out. He had pulled the back of my pajamas down, and he now mauling my bare bottom. I almost freaked! All I knew was that butts were to be wiped and washed really good, every chance you got.
That’s when I felt Larry put his hand on top of my bobbing head, and pushing my mouth onto his erection with all the muscle he had! As he was forcing his erection deeper and deeper in my mouth, I started to get scarred and tried to pull my mouth off him, but there was no way I could match his strength and in no time, I could feel tears begin rolling down my cheeks. Just when I thought things couldn’t get worse, Larry stopped mauling my bottom and began working his hand between my buns until he found what he was looking for, yep, he found my little butthole with his middle finger and wasn’t going to let it go until he got what he wanted with it.
Now, I had overcome having my mouth used by his hip thrusted erection and my head being pushed on from above, but there was no way I was ever going to let Larry stick his finger in my tight little butthole! Until he did it… And once he managed to stick it in my butthole, he pulled it out and then he pushed it right back in. As embarrassing as this is to admit, by the sixth or seven time he did it, I actually started to push my butthole back on his finger, instead of trying to get away from it. That’s when I could feel my body starting to tingle to my core, and I couldn’t get enough!
When this was all beginning, all I could focus on was seeing that magazine full of naked women, showing every part of their scantily clad or naked bodies. As things progressed between Larry and I, I still had those visions dancing through my mind. Now, here I was with Larry finger fucking my butthole as I was leaning over him as he was slamming his erection in and out of my sloppy, saliva and pre-cum coated mouth and for some reason, I was not able to get enough. And then it happened, the rhythm that we had somehow found was thrown completely off kilter as Larry’s hips started wildly bucking in abandon! I knew enough to recognize that something was about to happen, but had no idea what it was going to be. And then it happened, there was no pull on the back of my head, just one powerful push that drove Larry’s erection straight into the beginning of my throat, as well as him planting his finger as deep in my butthole as he could manage! That’s when I felt his erection start expand and contract, as it filled my mouth and throat with what seemed like a coffee cup of slimy, salty cum!
I kind of knew what the end game was, but I had not expected anything like this. Larry had never been mean to me, not one time. So although I had willingly agreed to help him cum, hindsight tells me I really had no idea what that actually meant. I guess I was assuming I’d just use my mouth to help him cum, like I had been using my hand when I was stroking his erection. Till this point, I knew they idea of the basics of what sex was, but I really had no understanding of what lengths a male in the middle of passion was capable of doing to his partner.
So, as I managed to swallow the entire salty, sloppy, spit filled contents that my mouth contained, I noticed my breathing was starting to return to normal. And then I noticed Larry’s hand on top of my head wasn’t forcing me down any more, it was more like he was now just resting his hand there. Slowly I began to open my eyes, due to all the crying and tears, my vision took awhile to clear up. My cheeks felt so wet, it was like I just took a bath. Which leads to my other cheeks, they were still naked because Larry had pulled my pajama bottoms down, slowly Larry began to pull his finger from my now loosened butthole and as strange as is this sounds, I felt oddly empty back there which I remember being very embarrassed about. Embarrassed and ashamed because I actually liked it. Then his finger again found its way between my buns, gentle again, lightly tracing my relaxed and open hole. I could feel him tracing the wrinkles of my little hole and it was making me arch my back even more so, half wanting him to enter me there again just to feel those tingles again.
Realizing I still had Larry’s now soft penis in my mouth, I slowly loosened my lips and let fall gently onto his groin. Turning my head to look at him, I saw how relaxed and contented he looked, almost as if he were already asleep. By now, he had removed his from between my buns,and I was left feeling only the cold air touching me there. Slowly I began to sit up straight and pulled my pajama bottoms back up. I could feel my face drying, it was a weird sensation to me. Although in the heat of the moment, time seemed to have stood still, I now realized the entire tryst had likely not taken any more 8-10 minutes. I stretched my arms and back, I wasn’t in pain, but it felt good. I looked at Larry again, and this time his eyes were barely open and he had a sly grin on his face. This made me smile as well. Deep down, I felt different, I felt good. I felt like I given Larry something he really, really enjoyed, and that made me feel good. Next to Larry on the bed was the magazine that started this whole thing, that made smile too. All those women sharing their bodies for so many men to enjoy, they were truly a gift!
As I looked at the clock on Larry’s bedside table, I was shocked to see that it was 2 in the morning. I don’t if I had ever been up that late in my life, it was almost another feather in my cap so to say. I didn’t feel the least bit tired, but looking at Larry, I could tell that our fun was over for the night. So somewhat reluctantly I crawled off Larry’s bed and onto mine. As I got under the covers and stretched one last time for the night, I placed my arms under the covers, and placed my hands over my groin. Closing my eyes, although I still didn’t feel tired at all, I noticed something seemed out of place beneath my fingers. Feeling my pajama covered groin, I quickly felt what wasn’t right. My pajamas covering my groin were wet and slippery under my fingers. After rubbing them between my fingers a bit, I slowly brought one of my hands up to my lips and tasted the wetness. Sure enough, that slipperiness was salty. How could this be? Larry told me I wouldn’t be able to cum for at least a few years yet! And didn’t remember having anything like what Larry went through, it didn’t make sense to me. Completely dumbfounded, I was wracking my brain on what could have happened. As I was trying figure it out, I again placed my hands back over my groin. Feeling how slippery my pajamas were, I started to slowly trace myself down there and noticed how good the slipperiness felt. It seemed the more I did it, the better it felt and then it hit me out of the blue. I began to pull my knees up as close to my chest as possible. Sliding a finger down below my little testicles I quickly found what I was looking for, my little tight butthole.
Admitting to myself that I actually did enjoy Larry fingering my butthole, gave me the courage to see how if I did it to myself, would I still like it? Slipping a finger back to the slippery front of my pajamas, I scooped up as much of that sweet slipperiness as I could, and then slipped that finger back down between my buns until I felt that tight little honey hole. Once I found it, I took a deep breath and started pushing. Due to Larry’s fingering me there, my own finger slickly found its way inside and it felt soooo good!
I know that I laid there and finger banged my tight little butthole for at least ten minutes!
For me, the internet has allowed me to open the door and let others who have been shunned by so many societies and cultures, see a part of me that I have been ashamed of and fighting for as long as I can remember. When I did stumble across the “alternative” ways of living and loving, it was earth shattering for me. It was like I had found my tribe, and I started to feel like I wasn’t this freak of nature, living with shame and embarrassment. It made me realize that their were men out there who could and would be able to see the real me and they would like that and be attracted to me, and want to be with me, for the person that I am.
The more I explored this new and possible life I’d found online, the more I was able to open up and share bits and pieces of who I had been hiding, letting a very select few in my very small circle of trust. And that earth shattering for me, I was able to share things about me and I wasn’t ridiculed, I was actually encouraged and asked to share more about this person I am inside, and that felt like nothing I had ever experienced before. That made me feel good about myself, that made me be able to look at myself in a mirror and start to see myself as attractive for who I was and what my body looked like. Although I was never really ‘fat’ growing up, I have had more breast tissue than other boys. And before long, a lot of others seemed to notice this and as *********s do, they began to tease me mercilessly about the size of my boobs and nipples. It didn’t take long before this shaming made me completely self conscious about going without a top while in front of others. The teasing was constant and very often accompanied by other boys grabbing my breasts and twisting of my nipples painfully, which not only physically hurt me, but emotionally hurt me as well. No human wants to be ostracized by the tribe, yet there I was, an outsider from a very early age because of how my body was growing and that mortified me to my core. Consequently, I learned very quickly to do everything I could to hide my breasts, I would hunch my shoulders forward trying to insure my breasts wouldn’t be as noticeable, during gym class I would change my shirt as fast as possible with my back turned toward the others in the changing room, I would wear a t-shirt when swimming if I could. In the middle of summer, when the other boys would take off there shirts, I’d always leave mine on. I didn’t want to be this way, but I was and it made me very guarded and always hyper aware so as to not be noticed.
I didn’t have any others siblings close to my age either, so I had no one to confide in and share what I was feeling inside, so my loneliness only drove to further withdraw, and away from establishing trusted relationships with others. Keep in mind also that I grew up during the 1970’s & 1980’s, and during those times the culture of the area was very anti anything other than strictly heterosexual values. Teasing others about being a ‘fag’ or ‘queer’ was an everyday occurrence and many times outright encouraged by adults, I quickly learned in order to stay out of the sights of others to as they say, play the game, if I didn’t want the focus turned on me. Another physical attribute I was unfortunate enough to have was my height. I was very short compared to my peers, so here again, I was easily singled out and frequently the center of attention in that regard. Yet another non-masculine quality I could do nothing about, and one that continues to this very day. So, two very feminine attributes that I couldn’t change; obvious enlarged breasts and nipples, and a short petite physical stature.
And then something happened that would, I believe, shape what would eventually become my sexual identity forever. I cannot remember exactly, but as I think about it, I must have been seven or eight at the time. My parents left for vacation, they were going to visit relatives in Florida for a week and they didn’t take with them. I probably had school and they wouldn’t wanted me to miss it, so I was taken to my much older step sisters for the week my parents were gone. My step sister had two c***dren of her own, and they were both older than me. One a boy, who was **************er than me and the other a girl, who was three years older than me. Naturally I knew them very well as I had grown up with them. While I was there, I slept in the boys bedroom, he had bed that had another bed underneath it when not in use. So that’s where I was to sleep. We got along very well and always had great fun. When it was time for bed, my step sister would say good night and tell us to go to sleep. Being that I was staying there for a week and had school, this was pretty normal. Until it was Friday, without school the next day, my step sister just told us to not be loud enough to keep everyone else in the house awake and closed the bedroom door, saying goodnight. Larry and I had fun playing a few games, making each other laugh and generally being quiet enough not to get yelled at. As the night went on, it was getting later and later. It was probably well past midnight when Larry got this big smile on his face and asked if I wanted to see something really cool, of course I said yes! He got out of his bed and went in his closet and pulled something out and crawled back on his bed where I was waiting for him. Grinning ear to ear, he looked at me and showed me a magazine with naked women in it!
Although quite young, I was all for seeing naked women. Larry laid out on his stomach on his bed and I did the same so we could look at the magazine before us. Page after page revealed naked and nearly naked women with beautiful bodies, smiling at us almost as if they knew how much we were enjoying every inch of their bodies. We studied each and every page of the magazine, taking our time as if we were studying for an exam. I was in seventh heaven and couldn’t believe my good luck! We would comment in whispered voices what we liked to one another, trying to be as quiet as possible in hopes of not getting caught. And when we were at the end of the magazine, we went back to the beginning and started all over. I don’t know at what point Larry whispered to me and asked me what I was feeling or something to that affect, but I remember looking him the eye and whispering to him that I had a boner. Due to our ages, we both still wore pajamas to sleep in. I remember it was during he winter, so our pajamas were long pants and long sleeves. After I told Larry I had a boner, he looked at me and smiled, and told me he had a boner too. We both seemed to find that incredibly funny, and had to cover our mouths to keep quiet. After that we went back to looking at each page again, I’m sure we were both getting harder and harder. Now, at his point in my life, I knew nothing about masturbation other than you weren’t supposed to do it. It was a sin to touch yourself like that and you didn’t ever want to get caught doing it or you’d be in major trouble! I’m sure I had touched my little boner before that night, but that was it. I had no idea what would happen if you didn’t stop touching it. Being that I was close to Larry, and he being older than me, I had always trusted him and again, being as young as I was, I had no reason not to trust him. So when he looked at me and asked me if I wanted to see his boner, having no reason not to trust him and being curios, I of course nodded my head and said yes. Larry slowly got off the bed and quietly snuck over to his door and locked it.
Slowly crawling back onto the bed as he looked at me, he laid on his back and with a grin on his face, he began to slowly and quietly slide down his pajama bottoms. I honestly can’t tell you what was going through my mind at the time, other than pure curiosity. And then as I was looking at his groin, no longer covered by his pajama bottoms, his asked skin began to appear and before I knew it, I saw pubic hair for the first time in my life! I remember looking at his pubic hair and being shocked, I certainly didn’t have any myself, and other than looking at the women in the magazine, didn’t have a clue about it. As I write this now, I seem to think that’s another reason he offered to show me his boner, because he did have pubic hair and I was asking him about it as we looked at the pubic hair on the women in the pictures. I do remember being utterly amazed as I looked at his curly orange/reddish pubic hair as it emerged. It was so captivating for me, surreal almost. And as I took in the sight before me, my eyes wandered further down his hairy groin until I saw it, I saw his boner in all its glory. It was obviously much bigger than mine, and it looked so smooth as I looked at it from base to tip. And it seemed to bounce on its own as he was pushing his pajama bottoms down the top of his legs. Mine never bounced, it always just stood straight out. Seeing his bounce, and his size, and his pubic hair sprouting from the base of his boner had somehow put me into a trance. It was like I couldn’t take my eyes off of what he was sharing with me. I don’t know how much time had passed, could have been ten minutes of me staring at his erection not more than a foot away from me. I had somehow worked myself lower down on his bed, so that my face was at the level of his hips, and being that it was the middle of the night, he only had his small nightstand lamp on, so in order for me to get a real good look at his naked boner, I had to be physically close to it.
I remember once Larry had taken his pajama bottoms down, he brought his hand up to his groin and he started rubbing himself, and slowly rocking his hips. My eyes were glued to what I was seeing, something about seeing his naked, hairy erection slowly rocking up and down made me want to see as much as I could. I have wrestled with this fascination ever since, and despite analyzing my reaction and desire to see as much of him as possible, I to this day have no idea why I needed to watch as intently as I did. It was and is just something that I like and enjoy. As the minutes passed, his hand slowly started to gravitate towards his shaft, seemed like time had begun to slow. And then his fingers worked thier way around his shaft, until he was squeezing it. He had started at the base, and with each squeeze his erection seemed to get taller. As he was gently squeezing himself, his hips again started to slowly rock up and down. Something told me that he was really enjoying how he was touching his erection, I don’t know what it was, it was just a feeling I had. As I watched him, I had been laying on my belly and became aware that my own boner was harder than I had ever felt before. The combination of all the events that had taken place the night had me experiencing a whole host of things I had never felt before. Looking at all the naked women in the magazine, to seeing a real life hairy erection before my very own eyes was sending my brain into overdrive and I couldn’t seem to get enough of either!
After a few minutes of Larry fondling his erection like that, I noticed that the mattress was starting to move from his hips working up and down, as his tempo was increasing. And his grip on his erection appeared to have gotten tighter as he went on, and I remoter thinking to myself that it almost looked painful, and why was he doing that to himself? Watching him stroke his erection in front of my eyes, I also began to look at his testicles that sat so prominently below his shaft. Only having mine for comparison, I marveled at their sheer size, along with their coating of wiry pubic hair. They looked huge to me! And I remember noticing how tight they looked, and how some of his nutsack almost had a wrinkled appearance. It was like I learning so much about about life in the ten minutes I had started watching his show. My gaze would look from his testicles to the tip of shaft, back and forth, up and down. And then something changed in my view, something at the very tip of his shaft seemed to be glimmering, almost shiny as it caught the limited light of the bedside lamp. Having never seen anything like it, I at first thought it was a tear drop. Sure, I knew that when I or someone cried,tears came rolling down a persons cheek, but this was no where near his cheek. I was again enamored with what I was seeing and what was happening. And then he stopped, at first it didn’t register with me, I was still watching but nothing was happening. His hand was no longer wrapped around his shaft, the mattress has not moving anymore, I was just looking at his hairy erection standing proudly less than a foot away from my face. After a few moments, I shifted my eyes up to his and saw that he was almost red in his face, his eyes were almost glassy and his chest was rapidly rising and falling.
And then in another whisper, he asked me what I thought. I honestly think I smiled big and whispered back to him that I really liked it. He had to cover his mouth with his hand to muffle his laughter. After a few moments, he regained his composure and asked me what I liked about it. I know I told him I like how hairy he was down there. He told me I would grown hair on mine someday and be just like him. I was a little shocked by that, until he told me that, I hadn’t put two and two together. Still smiling as he looked down at me, he asked me if I had any questions. Looking back at his erection, I nodded my head and asked him what was on the tip of his penis that looked shinny. He looked down at his erection and placed a hand around himself, pulling his erection closer to his groin as if to look. Taking his other pointer finger and dipping it onto the shinny substance on the tip of his penis, he said you mean this? I shook my head yes. Slowly he moved his finger towards my mouth and said taste it. Looking up him in horror, I reared my head back shaking my head no. I didn’t know a lot, but I did know that pee came out of penises and knew that pee wasn’t something that you should put in your mouth. Looking back at him he laughing quietly, and then he whispered to me, it’s not pee. Not breaking his gaze into my eyes, he took his shinny covered finger and put it in his own mouth.
It doesn’t taste bad at all, it actually tastes salty like potato chips and I know you like potato chips don’t you? Seeing him taste his shinny stuff from the tip of his penis with my own eyes, I nodded my head yes. I thought so he said, as his hand went back to the tip of his penis and his finger scooped another dollop of the shinny residue before he placed his finger in front of my lips. Looking at his fingertip covered with the shinny substance coating it, I opened my mouth and lowered my mouth over his fingertip and slowly tasted the shinny substance, and was somewhat surprised at how salty it tasted. Pulling his fingertip from lips, he said see? It was salty, right? Half smiling, I nodded my head in silent agreement. Looking again at his hairy shaft in front my face, I noticed it wasn’t as big as it had been while was stroking it. He saw me looking at his penis and asked me what was wrong. I sooo curious, so I asked him why it wasn’t as big as what it was before. Again grabbing his shaft, he told me that he was getting really close to cumming and he wasn’t ready for that yet, so he had to stop. I didn’t know what he was talking about, so I asked him what that meant. He told me that the shinny, salty stuff was pre-cum, and that it came out of a penis before a guy actually cums. And then he told me that when I get older, I’ll be able to cum myself when I touch myself like he was showing me. I said, when will that be? Probably in three or four years he said. What is it like, cumming? Smiling again, he said it was like being tickled and having a million fireworks going off in your body all at once. He said it felt like nothing else and when I did do it, I’d want to do it all the time.
Returning his hand to his shaft, he again slowly started to work himself up and down. My gaze was once again fixated on his erection and I smiled as I noticed him getting big again with each stroke. Then, in a whisper he broke our silence and asked me if I liked what I was looking at again. Nodding my head yes to his question, he then asked me if I wanted to touch him. As if in a trance, I felt my head again nodding yes. Slowly his hand left his groin, and before I knew it, my own hand began to reach out towards his groin and my fingers felt his wiry, but somehow soft pubic hair that covered his naked groin above the base of his penis. It was like a sensory overload in my mind, it felt nothing like the hair on my head. It was so curly, short and again so soft, I was utterly amazed. And the warmth of his groin felt amazing beneath my hand, almost like when I had reached in an oven to put in a pizza. Tentatively I let my hand fall closer and closer to his pubic hair covered skin until I could almost feel friction. Looking up at Larry, he smiled down at me as if to say it was okay. Returning my eyes back to his groin I began to spread my fingers apart and run them over his hairy groin and enjoying the feel of his pubic hair between my fingers. Lifting my gaze back to the tip of his penis, I began to see his pre-cum forming again. Locking my eyes on this sight, I slowly began working my hand closer to the base of his shaft until I touched it. I almost jumped back when I felt his hard shaft come into contact with my finger tip I so startled. Larry snickered quietly as I saw his shaft waving from my inadvertent touch.
Something inside of my brain told me to keep going and if I’m being honest, at that moment I wanted, or maybe needed to wrap my little hand around his erection like he had, to see exactly what it felt like in my hand. Although I was nervous and almost scarred, I eventually got my breathing under control and moved my hand slowly around his erect shaft and felt the heat and hardness of him in my hand, and honestly, it was an incredible feeling. To this day, it amazes me how an erect penis can feel so soft, yet be so hard at the same time. To me they feel like a piece steel, covered in feathers. As my curiosity seemed to get the better of me, I gave his erection and gentle squeeze to which Larry then took a very deep breath which scarred me. I removed my hand from his shaft as fast as I could and looked at him as if to apologize. Looking down at me, Larry smiled and told me it was okay and it just felt really good for him and I didn’t hurt him. That made me feel better. He then reached down and took my hand and placed it on his erection. Feeling relieved, i wrapped my hand around him once again and he returned his hand u dear his head and closed his eyes. Feeling that heat and hardness in my hand again lead me to again slowly stroke him up and down. The more I stroked him, I noticed his hips once again began to rise and fall with my ministrations. Something told me I was doing a good job and he was really enjoying what I was doing to his shaft. Not knowing exactly what I was doing, I was probably to cautious, but in my mind, the last thing I wanted to do was hurt him down there. It didn’t take a lot of this stroking before he was really starting to leak a lot of pre-cum again. In fact, he was leaking so much of it now, it actually started to drip off the tip of penis and down his shaft.
The longer I stroked him, the more contact my hand came into with his pre-cum, that’s when I noticed how slippery pre-cum is. The longer it when on, the more pre-cum I got onto my hand, the more slippery his erection became and Larry really seemed to be loving that. He was rocking his hips into my hand like he was a mad man. His shaft was completely soaked in his slippery, salty pre-cum and it just kept dripping out of his penis tip. Time is a funny thing, I have no idea how long I had been stroking his erect shaft, but what I do remember is that due to how I was laying on my stomach, and stroking him with my right hand, as into the moment as I was, my hand started to hurt. Consequently I started to slow my stroking of his erection, and had this overwhelming need to switch my body position to get comfortable again. Having stopped stroking Larry’s erection, I began to sit up and readjust myself so that I was sitting on my knees. It helped right away, and I could feel my blood flowing through my again and my right hand felt better almost immediately. Feeling better, I was looking at Larry’s erection which looked almost like a different color to me, and then looking up at Larry’s face, I saw him looking at me, and he almost looked upset or angry. And that scarred me at the time, I thought I had hurt him down there somehow and didn’t realize it. That must have registered with him, because he then quickly told me I hadn’t hurt him, he was actually just about to cum when I had stopped.
I whispered back to him that I was sorry, I didn’t know that, but my hand was hurting and I needed to stretch my back. Larry smiled and said it was okay, he understood. I felt relieved as he seemed genuine. As my body felt a lot better, I was again looking at Larry’s naked crotch, taking in his pubic hair covered softening erection I my hand again until I started to focus on his testicles. The most I knew about testicles is that you protect them at all costs. As a few minutes had passed since I stopped stroking his erection, it seemed to me that his testicles had relaxed a bit. Before when I was stroking him, it was like my hand kept bumping up against his ballsack and that feeling was somehow very interesting to me, I’ll admit it-I liked it. I have no idea why, but seeing and feeling his ballsack all scrunched up and tight looking somehow made me feel like what I was doing to him, really made him feel good. And having always looked up to Larry, making him feel good made me feel. So, as my hand slowly passed his erection, curiosity got the better of me and I eventually placed my hand gently over his ballsack and was again amazed at how different they felt than his erection. It seemed like the skin was completely different than his penis skin was. I had of course touched myself down there, but I never noticed the difference like I was now. Larry quietly moaned his approval the moment my hand covered his ballsack, and even spread his legs widely. Taking this as a sign I had again made him happy, I gently took him in my hand and slowly squeezed him, mostly out of curiosity.
Out of nowhere, Larry hand quickly found mine and pressed my hand harder into his groin. Another sign I was making him feel good yet again. He used my hand to rub his ballsack a bit rougher than what I would have done on my own, but he seemed to really enjoy the firm pressure, so I just went with it. After a few good rough rubbings like this, he grabbed my wrist and pulled it back to his erection. Taking his hint, I tried wrapping my hand around him again, but my hand seemed like it wasn’t ready yet. The pain in my hand had lessened a lot, but when I tried to grasp his erection it still hurt. Letting go of his erection, I turned my head and whispered to Larry that I was sorry but my hand was still hurting. He whispered back to me, it’s okay, it’s just that I am so close to cumming right now, I really have to do it or I’ll get blue balls, and blue balls really are painful. He saw the confusion in my face and then explained what blue balls were. Once I understood I really started to feel bad and asked him if there was something else I could do to help him cum. Looking me in the eyes, his hand reached out and slowly started to feel my hip and buns. Whispering he said, actually there is something you can do for me if you really want to. Feeling Larry’s hand caressing my hip and buns was making me tingle up and down my entire body. I think I probably looked like a cat who was getting their back scratched as they hunch their back up to meet the scratching hand. I think you like me touching your bottom, don’t you? I closed my eyes as tight as I could and told him, it’s the nicest feeling I’ve ever felt. Larry smiled at me again and said, feeling good, feels good doesn’t it? As I sat there on his bed with my legs folded under me, with Larry’s hand caressing my bottom, my eyes closed and my back arched, I whispered how can I help you cum?
I felt his weight moving the mattress first, then I felt his hand slowly move from my bottom to the middle of my back, and then that hind on my back began to apply more and more pressure, causing me to lean forward little by little. As I was being pushed downward, I could feel Larry’s body getting closer to mine, and then I felt his hand take my left hand and place it lower and in front of me, until I could feel his familiar erect flesh as I wrapped my hand around him. He felt so good again in my hand, that amazing feathery soft skin, covering that rock solid steel beneath it. And then something moist and slippery made contact with my lips. Immediately I opened both my eyes only to see that I was face to face with Larry’s erect shaft pushing against my lips! I was so shocked, I tried to pull my body away as fast as I could. But Larry being older and bigger than I was easily stopped me from my hurried getaway. Leaning in, as close he could to my left ear, Larry told me he was sorry to scare me like that, but he thought I wanted to help him cum. Slowly I calmed down and the pressure of hand lessened on my back, oddly enough I didn’t feel the need to move away from the bent over position I found myself in, starring at his hairy erection looking up at me. There, you okay now? I nodded my head yes, still looking down at the head of his shaft. Seeing his head begin to once again leak its shiny droplets. Now, are you still willing to help me cum? Again I nodded yes. Good, I really appreciate that. You know earlier when I had you taste my pre-cum, it was good, wasn’t it. Nodding yes again, it began to dawn on me what Larry had in mind.
He went on to explain that one way to make a guy cum was by placing his erection in your mouth and using your mouth to give what they call a blow job. But, it’s only called a blow job, because instead of blowing the person is supposed suck. I thought about this for a moment and whispered back, you mean like when you have a lollipop? Looking me in the eye, Larry nodded yes. I looked down again at his pre-cum covered head and thought, well I like lollipops and I liked how salty he tasted before. Looking back at Larry, I said I would try it. He said thank you, one thing though, it’s important you don’t sc**** me with your teeth, ok? I thought about and it made a lot of sense to me and told him of course, I’ll be really careful. And with that, Larry laid back against the headboard and seemed to get ready and relaxed. Taking hold of Larry’s erection again, I placed it at my lips and slowly stuck out my tongue and tasted how salty his pre-cum was once again. Liking his taste, I lowered my face to his erection, and pursed my lips together trying to slide him inside my mouth, remember to suck on him, not blow. As I got his head into my mouth, my tongue immediately started to lap at his pre-cum, which made Larry again spread his legs wide and slowly push upward with his hips. Taking his as good sign from him before I had to pull my face away from his thrusting erection so I wouldn’t choke, I slowly placed my lips over him again for another suck. After a few of these attempts, I felt like I was getting the hang of it and was able to start taking Larry’s erection deeper and deeper into my mouth.
It seemed like every time I took Larry’s erection in my mouth, he was leaking more and more pre-cum, and that along with my own spit combining, it wasn’t long until I felt both running down my chin. Not wanting to make a mess, I guess I just naturally started to swallow it all. From what I remember, I just couldn’t get enough of his salty pre-cum! It was like liquid potato chips to me, and I have always loved potato chips. After about three minutes of this, I know I was making Larry very happy. I knew that because of how he was rocking his hips upward as well as when I felt his hand touching my bottom again. But this time it was different, before when he was caressing my bottom, he was gentle, caring in a sense. No, this time he was more mauling me than anything, and the more he did it, the more I liked it. And every so often, he’d slap my bottom, but carful not to make a sound. And that made me tingle all over again, and I really liked how those tingles made me feel. And the hard he mauled my bottom, the more that made me work his erection with my lips, tongue and mouth! And then his touch changed, at first I couldn’t figure it out, I just knew something was different. And as my mouth was getting faster up and down his erection, I figured it out. He had pulled the back of my pajamas down, and he now mauling my bare bottom. I almost freaked! All I knew was that butts were to be wiped and washed really good, every chance you got.
That’s when I felt Larry put his hand on top of my bobbing head, and pushing my mouth onto his erection with all the muscle he had! As he was forcing his erection deeper and deeper in my mouth, I started to get scarred and tried to pull my mouth off him, but there was no way I could match his strength and in no time, I could feel tears begin rolling down my cheeks. Just when I thought things couldn’t get worse, Larry stopped mauling my bottom and began working his hand between my buns until he found what he was looking for, yep, he found my little butthole with his middle finger and wasn’t going to let it go until he got what he wanted with it.
Now, I had overcome having my mouth used by his hip thrusted erection and my head being pushed on from above, but there was no way I was ever going to let Larry stick his finger in my tight little butthole! Until he did it… And once he managed to stick it in my butthole, he pulled it out and then he pushed it right back in. As embarrassing as this is to admit, by the sixth or seven time he did it, I actually started to push my butthole back on his finger, instead of trying to get away from it. That’s when I could feel my body starting to tingle to my core, and I couldn’t get enough!
When this was all beginning, all I could focus on was seeing that magazine full of naked women, showing every part of their scantily clad or naked bodies. As things progressed between Larry and I, I still had those visions dancing through my mind. Now, here I was with Larry finger fucking my butthole as I was leaning over him as he was slamming his erection in and out of my sloppy, saliva and pre-cum coated mouth and for some reason, I was not able to get enough. And then it happened, the rhythm that we had somehow found was thrown completely off kilter as Larry’s hips started wildly bucking in abandon! I knew enough to recognize that something was about to happen, but had no idea what it was going to be. And then it happened, there was no pull on the back of my head, just one powerful push that drove Larry’s erection straight into the beginning of my throat, as well as him planting his finger as deep in my butthole as he could manage! That’s when I felt his erection start expand and contract, as it filled my mouth and throat with what seemed like a coffee cup of slimy, salty cum!
I kind of knew what the end game was, but I had not expected anything like this. Larry had never been mean to me, not one time. So although I had willingly agreed to help him cum, hindsight tells me I really had no idea what that actually meant. I guess I was assuming I’d just use my mouth to help him cum, like I had been using my hand when I was stroking his erection. Till this point, I knew they idea of the basics of what sex was, but I really had no understanding of what lengths a male in the middle of passion was capable of doing to his partner.
So, as I managed to swallow the entire salty, sloppy, spit filled contents that my mouth contained, I noticed my breathing was starting to return to normal. And then I noticed Larry’s hand on top of my head wasn’t forcing me down any more, it was more like he was now just resting his hand there. Slowly I began to open my eyes, due to all the crying and tears, my vision took awhile to clear up. My cheeks felt so wet, it was like I just took a bath. Which leads to my other cheeks, they were still naked because Larry had pulled my pajama bottoms down, slowly Larry began to pull his finger from my now loosened butthole and as strange as is this sounds, I felt oddly empty back there which I remember being very embarrassed about. Embarrassed and ashamed because I actually liked it. Then his finger again found its way between my buns, gentle again, lightly tracing my relaxed and open hole. I could feel him tracing the wrinkles of my little hole and it was making me arch my back even more so, half wanting him to enter me there again just to feel those tingles again.
Realizing I still had Larry’s now soft penis in my mouth, I slowly loosened my lips and let fall gently onto his groin. Turning my head to look at him, I saw how relaxed and contented he looked, almost as if he were already asleep. By now, he had removed his from between my buns,and I was left feeling only the cold air touching me there. Slowly I began to sit up straight and pulled my pajama bottoms back up. I could feel my face drying, it was a weird sensation to me. Although in the heat of the moment, time seemed to have stood still, I now realized the entire tryst had likely not taken any more 8-10 minutes. I stretched my arms and back, I wasn’t in pain, but it felt good. I looked at Larry again, and this time his eyes were barely open and he had a sly grin on his face. This made me smile as well. Deep down, I felt different, I felt good. I felt like I given Larry something he really, really enjoyed, and that made me feel good. Next to Larry on the bed was the magazine that started this whole thing, that made smile too. All those women sharing their bodies for so many men to enjoy, they were truly a gift!
As I looked at the clock on Larry’s bedside table, I was shocked to see that it was 2 in the morning. I don’t if I had ever been up that late in my life, it was almost another feather in my cap so to say. I didn’t feel the least bit tired, but looking at Larry, I could tell that our fun was over for the night. So somewhat reluctantly I crawled off Larry’s bed and onto mine. As I got under the covers and stretched one last time for the night, I placed my arms under the covers, and placed my hands over my groin. Closing my eyes, although I still didn’t feel tired at all, I noticed something seemed out of place beneath my fingers. Feeling my pajama covered groin, I quickly felt what wasn’t right. My pajamas covering my groin were wet and slippery under my fingers. After rubbing them between my fingers a bit, I slowly brought one of my hands up to my lips and tasted the wetness. Sure enough, that slipperiness was salty. How could this be? Larry told me I wouldn’t be able to cum for at least a few years yet! And didn’t remember having anything like what Larry went through, it didn’t make sense to me. Completely dumbfounded, I was wracking my brain on what could have happened. As I was trying figure it out, I again placed my hands back over my groin. Feeling how slippery my pajamas were, I started to slowly trace myself down there and noticed how good the slipperiness felt. It seemed the more I did it, the better it felt and then it hit me out of the blue. I began to pull my knees up as close to my chest as possible. Sliding a finger down below my little testicles I quickly found what I was looking for, my little tight butthole.
Admitting to myself that I actually did enjoy Larry fingering my butthole, gave me the courage to see how if I did it to myself, would I still like it? Slipping a finger back to the slippery front of my pajamas, I scooped up as much of that sweet slipperiness as I could, and then slipped that finger back down between my buns until I felt that tight little honey hole. Once I found it, I took a deep breath and started pushing. Due to Larry’s fingering me there, my own finger slickly found its way inside and it felt soooo good!
I know that I laid there and finger banged my tight little butthole for at least ten minutes!
2年前
