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How I Started, Part 2 (Biographic NOT FictionaI)
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How I Started, Part 2 (Biographic NOT FictionaI) Harold (my best friend's father) continued to use my mouth and ass until I graduated from High School, as did Bill, his buddy. I remember a time when the scout troop I was in went on a two day camping trip. We were camping out in tents by a lake that wasn't too far away. Normally, Harold and Bill weren't interested in scouts, but this time they went along as adults supervising the<b> teenagers. </font></b>I didn't have a tent and, of course, Harold and Bill offered their tent for me to sleep in. It was a warm summer evening and after the normal scout singing and stories around the campfire, everyone went to their tents to sleep. Because it was warm we were just going to sleep on top of the sleeping bags. Everyone settled in and I was to sleep between Harold and Bill. Harold whispered to me to take off all my clothes and to move down so that my head was in line with their crotch. They then unbuckled, unbuttoned, and unzip their shorts and moved them down to their knees. I had to suck their cocks and first it was Harold's, then switch to Bill's cock. At one point, they faced each other and had me try putting both their cocks in my mouth at the same time. I could only get the heads of their cocks in my mouth. Then while I was sucking Harold, Bill moved my ass up to his dick. He spit in the palm of his hand and rubbed the spit on my asshole and then proceeded to slowly inch his cock into my ass. I was on my side sucking Harold's cock while Bill was fucking me. They both came a few minutes later in my mouth and ass. I told them I needed to pee and that I would be back, shortly. I started to think that others might know about me that night. It wasn't that it was pubic knowledge, but more that certain guys talked about it quietly among themselves. Probably, Bill told someone he knew, then it spreads by word of mouth. It's more of an unspoken secret I guess. I headed out to the woods that surrounded our camp to pee. It was dark, of course, and hard to see walking along the path. I saw, one of the older eagle scouts sitting on a tree stump with his shorts around his ankles. He was startled, I suppose, that anyone was away from camp at that time of night. Then he motioned without saying anything for me to come toward him. He still sat there with his legs apart and his half hard cock hanging down. In a low voice, he said that he had heard that I might like sucking cocks. I didn't say anything. I was afraid now that everyone knew about my secret. He said he wanted me to suck his cock now or he would have to tell everyone about what I did. He stood up and told me to sit on the stump and open my mouth. I sat down and he pulled back the foreskin on his thick cock and inserted it into my mouth. I started sucking and let the cock slide down my throat until my mouth pressed against his body. He held my head and pumped away until he let out a moan as his 17yo cum shot into my mouth. He told me to keep sucking for a while. After a while he pulled his cock out of my mouth and pulled up his shorts. He said I needed to meet him about the same time the next night or he would have to tell everyone that I was a cocksucker. The next night after Harold and Bill had finished with me, I headed back into the woods. There was the I had sucked the night before and another . Apparently, he had told the other he could get sucked off by me if he wanted. I sat on the stump again and proceeded to suck both their dicks. I have to admit their cum was so creamy, sweet, and thick that I enjoyed tasting and swallowing it for them. But then I thought, maybe this is all getting out of hand and everyone will know that I'm a cocksucker. In reality everyone didn't know, but the information was whispered from one guy to another. That's sort of the way it works in a small town. I can't remember exactly the first time I came. I think around 13yo I was rubbing my cock, not like gripping it, but rubbing and some white fluid came out on my belly. After a time, I figured out how to jack off. Even though I had a small build, I think my cock at 13 was around 6inches. Then eventually 7 when I got out of high school. I was circumcised, also. After the camping experience, I started noticing (or imagined) some guys were treating me differently. Following the summer, I turned 14 and started my freshmen year of high school. Height-wise, I was OK, but still tall and thin. It was a small high school that served not just the town I lived in, but the whole area. Even with the wider coverage, there were only 35 students in my class. With, possibly 200 total students in high school and half of them girls, that left 100 boys to play on sports teams. Then narrow that down to those that had a desire then maybe 50 or less were interested. I was on the football team (anybody that wanted to be was) and track team. I even lettered in football. Of course athletics, just exposed me to more male bodies. I was fascinated when we would shower after practice and notice the different sizes of cocks on display. Most were of normal size, but one named Richard (almost ironically) had to have had the longest flaccid cock I have ever seen on any man, let alone a boy in high school. It had to be hanging 9 inches limp. Every time I saw it I couldn't help but stare at it. Another was a senior. Red hair, 6'2", really muscled up, our star athlete in any sport, with a big white cock surrounded by red pubic hair. I wanted to suck his dick, but I never did. I had noticed some things, like I mentioned before, about how some men would act around me. I would go to the barber shop to get a haircut ($1). The barber was sort of a scandalous guy in the very straight laced town and quite the ladies’ man. He had divorced his wife. Nobody divorced their wife. I sat in the barber chair with my arms upon the arms of the chair, with a barber bib? tied around my neck and as he cut my hair I would notice that he rubbed his crotch against my elbow. At first I thought, it was just an accidental brushing against me, but he would lean in to snip some hair and keep his crotch pressed against my arm. I didn't move my arm. I could feel his hard cock rub against me and I even thought he was grinding his cock against my arm at times. One time, I was getting a haircut. I was the last customer of the day and the sun was setting. As the farmer who was just in the chair paid and went out the door, the barber motioned to me to climb in the chair. He went to the windows and pulled the shades that said closed on the outside. He asked me if I wanted the regular haircut and I nodded. He started cutting my hair and once again rubbed his crotch against my elbow and arm. Only this time, I didn't feel his slacks with a bulge rubbing, but his cock. He had unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out the fly, but it was hidden under his smock. Apparently, he heard about me. He told me to hold his cock while he finished my haircut. When he finished the haircut, I got out of the chair and was reaching into my front pocket for the dollar. He said I didn't have to pay him for the haircut. He walked over and flipped off the light switch and sat in the barber chair and told me to suck his dick. He said he knew I liked sucking cock. It didn't take him long to cum which I swallowed and then I milked his shaft to get all the cum out and licked it off. After that the barber would always tell me to come at closing to get my haircut. I would pocket the dollar my mom had given me. So, basically, I was sucking cock for a buck. I thought the barber might tell others but he kept quiet. I don't know who told him, probably Harold's buddy that fucked me the first time. During my sophomore year in high school my parents and all my brothers and sisters moved to a farm about 30 miles away. I worked at the only grocery store in town after school and on weekends. The couple that owned the store said that I could stay with them to finish high school and I did. My parents were poor and this family (they had two small boys) were rich in comparison. I had my own bedroom in a very nice two story brick antebellum home that had been restored. The store owner had a pickup truck and a brand new 63 1/2 Ford Galaxy XL with a Landau roof. The car was sort of a rose color with a white leather roof. It had a 427 hp V8 engine that would scream. You could be going 100mph down the highway before you noticed. It was common for to sleep over at each other’s houses and I had over time had guys sleep over. We would sleep in one bed together. On one occasion, one of the senior football players, John, wanted to spend the night and suggested we could read comic books or something. It's unusual for sophomores and seniors to pal around, but I thought it was cool that he would want to spend time with me. We stayed up late and finally decided to go to sleep. It was winter so you needed blankets to keep warm. I was lying on my side facing out as was he. I always felt tension/excitement when a guy was sleeping close to me. I don't know why. John, was restless and whispered that he couldn't fall asleep. I couldn't either, I told him. He moved closer to me and rubbed his crotch against my rear and I could feel his stiff cock through his underwear and my underwear. He leaned in and whispered in my ear that he heard that I didn't mind sucking a guy's cock. Then he asked me if I would suck his cock. I didn't say anything, but just moved down beneath the covers to where my mouth was near his crotch. I started gently and slowly biting the outline of his hard cock inside his underwear. John was a big football player type. Young perfect skin, tight muscles, and 7inch cut cock. His body was almost hairless, except a thin line of hair from his belly button to his pubic area. I slowly pulled his underwear down and he finished by kicking them off with his feet. As he laid on his side, I press my face against his engorged cock and big hanging balls. He was 17 or 18 at the time. He had never had sex with a woman or man. I took the head of his cock into my mouth and he moaned loudly. I told him to get under the covers too to keep the noise down. As I kept inching his cock into my mouth he moaned and moaned with pleasure he hadn't ever experienced before. I, also, took each of his balls into my mouth and sucked and nibbled at his ball sack. I returned to his cock and slide it deeper and deeper into my mouth. Finally, I was able to have the head of his cock pop down into my throat so that I could finish having every inch inside of me. His moaning and groaning sometimes sounded like cries of pleasure and he move his hips slowly in and out of my throat. It didn't take long before he gave a push with his hips and let loose a flood of warm cum. The spurts were powerful and I could feel his cum hit the walls of my throat. I loved the feeling of his cock unleashing it's pent up energy inside of me. He kept whispering, oh my God. That's the best thing I've ever felt. It wasn't long before he was wanting to do it again. I think I sucked him a couple more times that night. I woke up early the next morning, before sunrise and before anyone else was stirring in the house. John was snuggled up against my backside, still without his underwear on. He had his arm draped over my side and it felt good. Nice and warm under the covers. I could feel him slowly grinding his hips against my backside. Rubbing his cock against my ass. He took one of his big hands and put it under the blanket and then put his hand down the front of my underwear. He gently grasp my cock and jacked it in rhythm to his humping motion. He pulled my underwear down my legs and removed them. He asked quietly if he could corn hole me, which is a mid-western term for fucking someone in the ass. I said ok, but we have to be quiet. He told me to lie on my stomach. He said to put my ass up a little higher. He spread my ass cheeks apart and spit directly on my asshole. Then he spit a little more into his hand to wet the head of his dick. He held his cock firmly in his hand and guided the head to my asshole and gently pushed in and out until I was relaxed enough to accept the head inside. Slowly he slide the rest of his cock inside me. It was a wonderful warm feeling made all the better because I think I felt something about John that I hadn't felt with anyone else. He stayed inside me for a long time without moving his cock. Sometimes he would twitch his cock and I could feel it and I in response would tighten my ass muscle to grip his semi-hard cock. John then put his hands on my hips as he slowly started his in and out motion. He then reached around to grab the shaft of my hard cock. He jacked in rhythm to his humping motion again. Finally, I came and shot cum all over his hand. John then focused on pounding my ass harder and harder and gave out a muffled yell as he spilled his cum deep within my teenage ass. Needless to say, John was constantly around me from that point on. He really enjoyed a blow job, but he was driven to fuck. We had sex at every opportunity. Sometimes he slept at my place and other times I would go to his house to sleep over. Even when he went away to college he still, upon returning, would hunt me down and we would drive somewhere, park, and fuck like wild dogs. Even after getting married, he would seek me out to relive our teenage sex adventures. He even once put my dick in his mouth, but wouldn't let me cum in it. |
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