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My sister Joy told me the Nelson men played sex with me from the day I was born. She was just 4 herself then, but she recalls how funny it was to watch baby me grab the cock to suck into my mouth, and how the men raved about the strength of my suction. Later she would tease me that I was born with a cock in my mouth.
So I suppose that's how life began for me. My own earliest memories are infused with play sex, of nakedness with the Nelson men picking me up to fondle me as I wrapped my body around theirs, happy and excited with arms and legs clinging tightly to them as their hands felt and played over my naked body. I remember the taste of their cigarette-breath as they kissed over my face and tongue-fucked my mouth, their hot breath as they whispered dirty things in my ear. I loved it, the effect I could have even as a small boy on these big, strong men.
Mostly, I remember their magnificent man-cocks as they lowered me down between their legs. Their crotch was all mine once I was between their legs, and instinctively I knew how to play with it. Up above the man's hands coddled and caressed my head but down here in his crotch, I was in charge. The big, strong men had cocks in all shapes and sizes, and gazing into their naked crotches always felt like the first time seeing a terrific new playground: the big, throbbing cock, the big balls hanging underneath in their sack, the grownup hairiness surrounding it all, and each time I looked into a new man's crotch it was unique, different from all the other men's crotches I had seen before. Each time a man stood me in front of him, I knew there was a wonderland of toys inside those trouser pants, waiting for me to play with.
The wonderfully warm feel of the cock as I pressed my cheek against it, feeling it throbbing in my hands with the man's heartbeat, feeling the heft of each ball inside the sack, each big enough to fill my little hand, combing my fingers through the mass of hairs surrounding my new toys, all these things exhilarated me and gave me a heady sense of excitement. My tongue licking up the shaft of the cock with its veins standing out looking like they were about to explode, feeling its heat with its strange, exotic taste and biting into it to test its hardness, licking up the big tube running up the bottom side of the cock which I knew carried his piss to the hole in the head of the cock which I could poke my stiff pointed tongue into, and then licking over the big, bulging head of the cock, feeling its ridge where it connected to the shaft and the smooth, hot head itself with its varied shades of red and purple.
I loved the feel of the man's hands taking my head as he guided the big cock into my mouth, the feeling of how the cock filled my mouth with its heat and tension; I loved biting down on it as hard as could as I began sucking it deeply inside, as far as I could, and then the wonderful feel of the man's hands on my head, pulling me back and then plunging the cock back deeply inside my mouth. I could sense the intense pleasure I was giving the man, and the more pleasure I could sense him feeling, the more I tried to give even more pleasure; the more he groaned and trembled, the harder I sucked to allow the big cock deeper into my mouth.
The biggest excitement of all was when I felt him stiffening and moaning, going into his orgasm, and I eagerly anticipated the feel of the first big load of cum coming up the pipe, feeling it through my fingers wrapped around the shaft, realizing with such excitement I can hardly describe that the hot, slippery cum was about to explode into my mouth and throat, and when it did, I gulped it down as fast as I could, clearing my mouth for the eagerly awaited next big load to come shooting up the shaft and into my mouth.
The feeling of power this gave me as a little boy is beyond description. As load after load came shooting into me, I could feel the big, strong man's knees shaking more and more, and I knew I was sapping all his strength from him. I did my best to buckle him, bring him to his knees as I continued to suck his juices from him so that when I finished with him, he was a broken, blubbering mess of the man he once was, and I was left standing as the strong one.
Growing up the way we were must have added an air of sensual openness to Joy and me, I think, something in or about our demeanor which appealed to adults' sexuality. All kids were approached from time to time, but not like Joy and I. We couldn't walk down a street without someone coming up to us. Or maybe it was that other kids were not as comfortable as us around adults and shied away more often. We enjoyed the attention and enjoyed the play sex. No one had to look at us twice before we were ready to go behind the bushes with them.
Especially Joy. From the time I can first recall until she reached puberty, men were constantly after her, and I can't recall a time when she refused. She liked all the attention and she loved the effect she had on men. It wasn't until she reached adolescence that she began exercising control over her sexuality. Until then I would bet that not a day passed when some man didn't work her over.
For me, I looked for opportunities with men. I tried to make them look at me, and when they did I did my best to seduce them. I wanted to see inside their pants. Cocks fascinated me, I think that was part of it, but I also loved the power I had over them: big, powerful men who became putty in my hands if I could just get inside their pants. It was a power trip, no doubt of that, but I also adored their big, throbbing man-cocks - they were exciting and fun.
Sex was a naughty thing, and Joy and I both knew that it was. But it was exciting and fun, and we found no reasonable reason at all to curtail the activity. After all, it hurt nothing and brought a sense of adventure, not to mention titillation, into our lives. On top of that, it brought material benefits: men were always coming to us bringing candy and toys and gifts. It was enough for us that we were the center of their attention and affections, but we never turned down the candy and gifts, either.
Whenever mom walked into the store leading me by the hand, Felix wearing his habitual white grocer's apron would step out to give her a warm hello, always followed by a surprised expression when he looked down at me: "Und who is dis big fellow?" he would laugh, scooping me up into his arms as mom and I laughed with him. "I expect maybe you would like a little piece of candy to suck on while your mommy shops?" he would ask, carrying me behind the counters for a piece of hard candy as mom took a basket to begin her shopping.
As mom shopped, Felix would sit me on the shelf running beneath the doors of the candy counter to find me some candy to suck on, chatting away merrily about this and that while his hands pushed up under the boxy shorts we wore back then to dig underneath my underwear and feel over my pecker and nut sack, all the while checking to make sure mom was in the aisles where she couldn't see.
As he got hotter, he would give me a wink as he lifted his white apron to tuck under the apron string encircling him, high enough so that he could undo his pants and pull out his big old man-cock and show it to me while he plunged his hand down inside my shorts and underwear to get a better grip on my crotch as he pressed the hot head into my leg and began pumping the shaft, leaning down to whisper, "Here it comes," just as the steaming white cum erupted out over my leg. "How's that candy, Jimmy-boy?" he would ask as he mopped the cum from my leg with is rag.
When mom had checked out, Felix never failed to give my cheek a pinch, saying, "Now, you come see your Felix anytime you want, big boy, und I bet we can find you anudder piece of candy, okay?" Mom really liked how Felix took to me.
I was still only 4 the first time I entered the store alone, and Felix greeted me in the usual cheerful fashion, swooping me up into his arms. "Did you come to have some fun with old Felix, Jimmy-boy?" he asked, clawing his fingers underneath the underwear under my shorts.
"Yeah," I laughed, squirming my legs tighter around his waist with my arms around his neck.
Felix gave a big laugh, saying, "I bet we can have ourselves some fun den, pretty boy," pushing his hand up under my shirt to feel over my chest and tummy as he carried me over to lock the store's front door and flip the sign around which said "Be back at" with the little clock hands beneath before carrying me back behind the counters.
He was already hot and breathing hard, his eyes full of lust as he moved me in front, looking me over as I clung around him. "Such a pretty boy," he said, his tongue flicking over his dry lips before his hand came up to hold my head while he kissed over my face and neck. "You don't mind giving old Felix a sweet kiss, do you, pretty boy?" he said, bringing our lips together.
"I don't mind," I said, kissing him back, and this time I pushed my tongue between his lips like the Nelson men did me. I wanted to show Felix I knew what I was doing.
"Oh God," Felix moaned at the feel of my tongue, and rammed his inside my mouth, his hands grabbing and clawing at my crotch as he fucked his tongue into me, so hot he was losing it.
"Whew," he laughed, regaining control and standing me on the candy counter shelf. "You're a sweet boy, Jimmy," he said, and I laughed.
His eyes were glazed in lust as he looked me over as his hands held my hips. "Let's take off your shirt, okay?" he said, lifting the bottom.
"Okay," I said, pulling the shirt over my head.
"Sweet boy," Felix moaned, looking me over before drawing me to him to kiss over my chest and tummy. My hands held his head as I felt his fingers enter the waistband of my shorts and underwear to begin pulling them down for me to step out of.
"Oh God," he said, holding my bare hips as he looked over my body. "So sweet," he moaned pulling my crotch into his mouth.
Holding his head, I thrust my hips out to him, feeling his rough, hot tongue caressing my pecker and nut sack. "That feels good," I offered, and Felix moaned, grabbing to undo his pants and push them down along with his underwear.
"Look, sweet boy," he said, moving back to show me his pulsing cock. "Look how hard you make old Felix."
"Can I touch it?" I asked. This was the real reason I had come, to get my hands on his man-cock. I was just then discovering the power that it gave me.
"Oh God yes," Felix moaned, sweeping me up to lower my body down over the hot cock until I stood in front.
My hands explored over the cock and sagging ball sack before leaning in to lick up the cock's shaft. "Oh God," Felix moaned, gasping at the pleasurable sensation, and when I sucked the head into my mouth to suck, a violent shudder ran through him as he grabbed my head, moaning as he pumped the cock into my sucking mouth a few times before shuddering again and freezing as he seized up into orgasm. Then with a loud grunting groan the first load exploded into my mouth.
He trembled as wad after wad of cum sprang from his cock, and the more he trembled, the harder I sucked. He fell back into the counter, his knees shaking and buckling underneath him, holding himself up by his elbows on the candy shelf.
After I had sucked the last drop of cum from the cock, I looked up to ask, "How was that?"
"Oh God," he mumbled once more, grabbing my shoulder as he moved around to sit on the old wooden milk crate he used for a seat. He patted my chest as he settled down, still gasping for air. "That was a good one, Jimmy-boy," he said.
And with that, I could have anything I wanted in the store, anytime. That was a lesson to me, and within a year or two I was getting all kinds of things for free, from candy and milkshakes to movies and popcorn.
My early infatuation with cocks has stayed with me throughout my life. The things still fascinate me, and I have no compunctions (other than a fear of STDs) with sucking anyone's cock even today, something which should not be confused with gayness. Sexual orientation is about love, and pretty much every ounce of love in me is reserved for girls. As I'm always saying, love and sex are two different things.
The boys at our playground sucked cocks, but other than them I have no idea how many other boys did. I do know that all kids want to suck on cocks, boys and girls alike, and in those days there were lots of chances. It was a happier, mellower time back then, with little wonder why incidences of sexual abuse were so rare.
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