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The teen years

My story is probably similar to most others sexual encounters. Everyone is presented
with certain forks in the road.  Some may take certain forks while others may have
passed them by. This diary describes one such fork that I took. 

I don't know exactly how old I was when I became sexually aware. I just always seem
to remember being horny. I remember masturbating for the first time; I wasn't even
old enough to ejaculate. I distinctly remember my first orgasm. I was alone playing
with myself in the tub stroking away profusely and it happened... I was scared.
What was that powerful scary sensation that put me in a place I had never been
before? After I became comfortable with that indescribable powerful feeling, I
have lusted for sex since. Some time after masturbation became a regular part
of my daily activities, a friend of mine Jim, proudly came over and told me he
was able to ejaculate. I had never seen this or even knew that cum was supposed
to come out. This I had to see for myself. We went to a more secluded location
(outside in a homemade fort) where he whacked profusely for about two minutes
and shot his load all over the floor. It wasn't soon after this when I too was
able to produce the sticky goo. 

It wasn't long after that where both of our sexual needs became too powerful to
control and ended up experimenting with each other. We slowly over the years
proceeded from jerking off together, sucking each other to actually having anal
sex with each other. Our sexual encounters were not very frequent and we rarely
had the opportunity because of the lack of privacy to actually get off. This
changed after many years passed by. 

I must have been about 14 at the time. My friend was working the late shift at a
McDonalds restaurant. It was the weekend, so I had snuck out of my house at around
midnight. I met him at the McDonalds. After work we ended up back at his house
where everyone was asleep. Jim had his own room and I don't recall exactly how
it happened. His whole house was silent and still. His room had a soft light
and he was getting out of his uniform. I don't recall the exact events but before
I knew I was massaging his quickly growing hard cock through his underwear. Let
me start by explaining that Jim's cock was larger than mine and uncut. My cock
is average, where Jims is thick and long 10"+. We ended up in a sixty-nine position
for what must have been 10 minutes. I had until that point never enjoyed sucking a
dick, but this time was different. I enjoyed the smell and taste I was
experiencing - the weight of his cock and balls in my hand and mouth while I fondled
and licked. I continued to suck and lick him untiring. Jim later told me that I had
brought him to the brink many times, but I kept squeezing his balls causing him to
lose his climax. I wasn't even very conscious of my own pleasure. I suddenly exploded
into his mouth. He hungrily was swallowing it and massaging every drop he could
squeeze from my cock. I could have sucked him for hours but Jim then asked me if I
wanted to fuck him in the ass. Before I could answer, he went out of his room and
came with some lubricant. Jim got on the bed on his hands and knees and spread for
me. I greased my stiffening cock and his tight asshole. I pushed and my cock started
to slip in his ass, where he started to whimper in pain. I pulled out and we attempted
again. I put the head in and after what seemed like a long time, finally got my cock
buried in to the hilt. We fucked real slowly for what must have been a half an hour.
It was real nice to be pushing in and out of his ass while reaching around and stoking
his huge cock. I had already come and was kind of losing interest and up until now he
was unable to relieve his aching cock. He pleaded with me to complete the blowjob that
I had started earlier. Having already gotten off I was not nearly as horny as I once
was. The pleading went on for a while until I eventually caved in. He lay back down
on the bed and I went back to work on his thick stiff cock. I placed the head in my
mouth and started yanking on his shaft. I once again got turned on after I started
sucking on his cock. I was running my tongue circling around his head, between his
head and foreskin. A memory to this day which still gets me hard. The sight of an
uncut cock will forever turn me on from this experience. I didn't again touch his
balls that would have delayed his release. He soon erupted in my mouth and I drank
down what I could. It was repulsive yet exciting. His come did not slide down my
throat but kept clinging there. The taste was unfamiliar. It was unpleasant but
nice. The next day when I saw Jim, it was awkward, but we never mentioned it
again. I thought about the experience and was confused by it. I liked it, but
because of all of the excess baggage that society hangs on you about queers,
fags, homos, etc. I really felt guilty about it.

Several months had passed by and I was hanging around Jim one day. He was heading
to this older guys house named Bob who I had never met before. Bob must have been
40 -50 and lived in the French Quarter and Jim told me that Bob had weed. I thought
it strange that Jim would be hanging around this guy but what the hell - I wanted
to get high. I was young and naive, and didn't know that the fags hung out in the
French Quarter. Bob's apartment was dark and dungy. It was efficiency with a
separate kitchen. It didn't even have a bathroom, you had to walk down the hall
and use a community bathroom. There wasn't much furniture, just an unmade bed.
We sat on the bed listened to music and got high. All in all we had a pretty good
time. We went home and I thought nothing of it. The next day Jim told me that he
had something to tell me, but he was having a hard time just coming out with it.
Jim finally explained to me that he had known Bob for a while and that Bob was a
queer. He told me that Bob had offered him money to suck his cock, and then pressed
him into fucking his ass for money. He then told me that Bob insisted that he extend
the same offer to me. I was a little taken aback, but contemplated it for a day or
two. Jim told me that Bob wanted to suck me and fuck me, but if all I wanted was a
blowjob, well that was OK too. 

I told Jim to tell Bob that a blowjob would be OK. So the next weekend we ended up
over at Bob's. We all sat on the bed and started to get high and it wasn't that long
before we were down to our shorts and Bob was sucking on our cocks. Bob told me that
he wanted to fuck my ass. I was not too receptive to the idea, but I was high and it
didn't take long before I was lying on my side with Bob sticking his cock in my rectum.
Bob gave Jim a twenty and told Jim to come back in about a half an hour. 

Bob's cock was much like mine, average long and slender. Bob was as gay as they come,
and he attempted to start kissing me on my lips. The thought was repulsive to me. I
was not gay. Anyway we agreed that he could kiss me, just not anywhere on my face.
He again started to fill me with his cock. It hurt like hell a few times, it burned,
was painful and felt like I needed to take a huge shit. It was anything but erotic.
It kept hurting and I made him take it many times. After awhile I thought that I
would just attempt to push him out of me, like kind of push him out like a turd. That
was the secret for me as far as taking a cock up the ass. I never realized that the
pushing was allowing my rectum to open and relax. Before I knew it he was fucking me
for all he was worth and it wasn't even hurting any more. He must have fucked me for
about ten minutes before he emptied his load into me. Bob then said he wanted my come
down his throat. He went down and started sucking my cock. He was an excellent cocksucker
and I came for him in no time. 

Jim came back and Bob wanted to suck him off also. I put my clothes back on and watched
Bob hungrily suck Jim to climax. Afterwards, I thought a lot about what I did and had a
lot of conflicting emotions. I felt real guilty about what I had done. This was
homosexual and homosexual behavior is wrong. 

Jim and me became Bob's whores for a couple of months repeating the scenario with almost
every detail the same as before. Bob worked on tugs and worked a rotating shift on a
weekly basis. So on the weekends that Bob was off of work, we would be over at his place.
I was always confused and feeling guilty about what I was doing. Because of this I could
never really let go and enjoy myself. I was just letting Bob fuck me in the ass and
collecting money for it. Deep down I figured if I never let myself enjoy it, it was more
like a job, doing it for the money.

Our arrangement lasted for about six months until I found a girl friend. 


  
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