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How it started: Oral(For those that have shared with me, either in public on the blog or in private message, I said I would tell my story. Everything is true, it may be a little long. There will be a second part later.)I was probably six years old when I first discovered “porn”. A little girl from the neighborhood was over at my house and we were playing, my parents were at work. It’s was the 70’s, things were different. We were chasing each other around the living room.“Have you ever seen anyone naked?” I asked during one of our breaks.She just kind of shrugged and I jumped off of the sofa, pulled a table chair to the closet and reached up to grab one of my dad’s magazines. My dad didn’t fool around with Playboy. This was a Hustler magazine. I can still see the cover. A blond with an umbrella and a see thru slicker standing in the rain. Together we sat on the floor and flipped through the pages. We laughed at the cartoons, although we really didn’t know what was funny. About halfway through she pushed the magazine away, slapped my shoulder and ran off with a “You’re it!”A few weeks, or maybe months later I had my first sexual experience. There was a boy a few houses down that everyone, even me at six or seven, knew was a bit peculiar. When we were all playing he would sit with the other girls and but barrettes in his hair.One day just the two of us were playing and we ended up behind the barn in his back yard. I don’t remember exactly how it happened, and I do have a very good memory, but I remember him on his knees with my penis is his mouth. I didn’t know what it was, but I liked how it felt. “You wanna try?” he asked as he got up and dropped his pants.It was my turn to shrug as I got on my knees and slowly moved forward. I don’t know what I thought it would taste like, but it just tasted like skin. You know like licking your arm, but with a little bit of tang. We fooled around for a few more minutes, maybe more, could be less, then his mom was calling him. He pulled up his pants and ran off with a smile and a thank you.—I would always take a few issues of my father’s Hustler magazine and hide them under my bed. I came home from school one day, I was probably around thirteen, and the issues were sitting on my dresser. When my father got home and called me I was scared. I slowly walked into the living room and my dad made me go back and get the magazines.I went and got them, then handed them to him quickly stepping away. I was shocked when he said he didn’t care that I had the magazines. He told me to just take one at a time and return it to the box in the storage room when I was done with it. My mother didn’t seem too happy about that, but I was just glad to not catch an ass whipping. So I would read through the entire issues as well as discovering the joys of masturbation, before I returned the issues to their box. I would stroke and stroke my cock as I read stories and looked at pictures. The first time I came I was shocked by how good it felt, I think I might of screamed out. I remember looking at my hand covered in a clear stickiness that stretched between my fingers. I didn’t want to wipe my hand on my sheets, so I just licked it clean. It was a little slimy feeling, sweet, but a little tangy. The first time my ejaculate came out white I thought I had broken something. Again with nothing around I licked my fingers clean. It was a little thicker now that it was no longer clear. I really liked it. It was kind of sweet, a little tangy still, and my hand had a faint odor to it. It became my nightly ritual. Jerk off, ejaculate, clean my fingers. —While my parents were working I used to play with the k**s in the neighborhood. I found a girlfriend and there was some uncoordinated kissing and a little bit of feeling up. She was cute and I liked her a lot, but it was her older brother I was friends with. He was illegal bahis about two years older than we were. He used to come over to the house and we would play matchbox cars. Create whole fantasy cities, with roads and everything.One day it was raining so we were inside playing. I don’t know how it started, or who started it, but we used to play a game called the mummy. One of us would lay in bed and the other would tuck them in tightly with a sheet, so they could hardly move. The other person would pretend they had discovered the mummy in a cave and it was too late in the night to go and tell anyone of the discovery, so we would be stuck in the cave. With nowhere to sleep, we would lay down on top of the mummy, because it was a soft place to lay down.So we would lay there for a few moments, then the mummy would come to life and grab the person sleeping. Then we would wrestle around a bit until the mummy was able to escape. Then we would switch places.One day my friend was the mummy and as I lay on top of him I could feel his cock growing hard under my ass. I held my breath for a moment, not sure what to do. Do I pretend it’s not happening? Do I get up and call him names? I just lay there, scared to move, to breathe. I felt his breath on my ear, hot and soft, then my own cock started to harden. I slowly eased off of him and incorporated it into our story.“This mummy is dead! How is he getting hard!”My friend just lay there as I reached out and ran my fingers along the outline of his erect cock as it appeared under the tightly wrapped sheet. It felt large in my hand as I ran m hand around it and gripped it. After a few minutes he burst out of the sheet, his face red with embarrassment. He wouldn’t even look at me as he grabbed his stuff and ran out of the house. Whenever I would go see my girlfriend he would leave the room and not look at me. She would ask me what happened and I just told her we had a stupid fight, everything will be ok.A few days later he came back over to the house to see if I wanted to play cars. I don’t think I answered him, I just grabbed my box of cars and flew out the door. I was just happy that I hadn’t lost my friend. Everything seemed fine, things were back the way they were. We were back running through the woods, playing cars, and whatever else we could get into. A few days later he spent the night because his parents had to go out of town. My girlfriend went to stay with a friend of hers. That night after my parents went to sleep we ended up playing mummy again. I don’t remember who started it. I was laying on top of him again and I felt his cock harden against my ass. Without knowing what I was even doing, I moved my ass in a little circle and kind of arched my back a little forcing myself down against him. I eased off of him, feeling my own cock start to stiffen.“This mummy is dead. How is he getting hard?”Nervously I ran my hand along the outline in the sheet, scared he would run away again. Slowly I moved my fingers along the outline. Eventually my hand rested on top of it and I gripped it softly through the sheet. When I started to move my hand up and down I felt him tense. I stopped for a second and started sputtering archeological nonsense about how this couldn’t be and it was the greatest find in the modern world of archeology. My grip tightened a bit and I started to move it up and down faster. I could feel my heart speed up and my breath quicken.It seemed like I rubbed him forever, but it had to have only been a few minutes. He sat up and kind of pushed me away as he got out of the sheet.“Your turn.”I laid there wrapped in the sheet hardly able to move. We he went to lay down on top of my he set there for a second straddling me. Just before he lay back he kind of squirmed his ass against my groin. As he lay back on top of me I could feel my cock stiffen. It wasn’t youwin güvenilir mi long before he was sliding off of me and tracing the outline of my own cock in the sheet. It felt so good and when he squeezed it tight, my breath caught. He squeezed it tighter and tighter. Through the sheet I could make out his face and I could see his teeth gritting and his face growing red as he squeezed. I remember finally taking a loud breath and he seemed to snap out of whatever state he was in. Not long after we switched up again, but this time things were different. Everything seemed the same at first. His cock hardened and I could feel it move a little. I liked the feeling, my own cock hardened and I was slower to move off of him this time. I felt him moving and before I realized it his arms had burst free of the sheet and with his arms he grabbed me around the chest and stomach and pulled me tight against him. Caught off guard I fought against him. As I struggled a thought kept running through my head, “His dick feels so hard and hot, it’s so hot.”My struggling eased a bit as I felt his hand grip my cock through my shorts. I could hear him in my ear grunting and saying something I couldn’t quite make out. He gripped me harder and I knew I was liking it. When he grabbed my balls and squeezed I stopped breathing for a second then moaned. His hand slipped in my shorts and grabbed my shaft. He squeezed tightly and started to stroke me up and down. I stopped resisting and grabbed the arm that was stroking me.He stopped, pulled away his hand and pushed me off. He charged out of the bed and ran to the bathroom. “I have to pee.”When he finally came out of the bathroom he said he was tired. So we got in bed, turned the TV on to watch some late night show and before long we drifted off to sleep. Sometime later I woke up to the American Anthem on the TV just before it turned to static. He had kicked off the sheet and was laying there on his back in his underwear. He wasn’t hard, but the bump there made me curious and my mouth a little dry. I slid down in the bed until my face was level with his crotch and I just watched. Every breath he took his crotch moved just a little, rising up and easing back down. I was just stuck there watching. I had seen cocks in the magazines, I had seen my own in the mirror, but this one was up close and I was so curious. I watched and slowly it started to grow and push against his underwear. I looked up at him and saw that he was still sleeping. Of course, I know now from my own ruses that he was awake.I licked my lips and tried to swallow. With his sleeping I felt like I was getting away with doing something wrong. I watched as his cock hardened and pushed up toward his waistband. Meeting resistance it turned to the side and moved toward his hip, toward me. I could feel my heart beating in my chest as I reached out and ran a finger along his shaft. My breath quickened as I joined a second finger and ran all the way down to his balls, before moving back up to the head of his cock. There was a small wet spot at the tip. I rubbed at it with my finger and as it grew I spread it around in circles. There was a funny feeling in the pit of my stomach. I stopped as he moved and reached down to push away his underwear.He didn’t say anything, just closed his eyes. I looked at him and in the corner of my eye I could see his cock moving up and down. A thin string of pre-cum was moving from the head of his shaft to his stomach just above his belly button. I reached out to it with my finger and quickly brought it to my mouth. Smiling I gripped his shaft and started to jerk him off slowly. His pre-cum grew heavier and ran over my fingers. I inched closer and with his oozing lube my hand moved a bit quicker with a little less resistance. Every few strokes I would grip the base and kind of rest my perabet hand on his balls while I studied his cock.I looked at the head glistening there looking a little purple. I would watch as the slit at the top moved and another drop of pre-cum would slowly move down his shaft. The veins stood out and traced a map across his shaft. I loved the way it looked and felt. I loved its warmth. I loved the way you could feel it throb. I stroked hard and harder, the slickened noise filled the bedroom a little louder than his moans. I stroked harder and faster with one hand while fondling his balls with the other. I was lost and nothing else mattered to me but this beautiful cock in front of me. I felt him tense and knew what was coming next. The first spurt landed on his chest.My only thought was, “Not on the sheets.”I moved forward and the second spurt hit my cheek. The third, the back of my mouth. The fourth, my tongue. His cock hit my tongue and my balls started to ache. I held his cock in my mouth until he was finished, only another few spurts. I felt his hand in my hair and I could hear his heavy breathing. The cum in my mouth was a little different than my own. It was still a little thick, but the taste wasn’t as sweet, a little tangier. But the one thing that was really different was that it was a little warm. By the time my got from my cock, to my hand, to my mouth, it wasn’t warm at all. I liked this new sensation. I kept his cock in my mouth and slowly started to suck on the head. It had started to soften, but before long it was hard once again. My stomach knotted as I started to move my head up and down taking him deeper and deeper. I have a strong gag reflex so I couldn’t take much before gagging a few times. I just focused on sucking on his head and switching back and forth between fondling his balls and stroking what I could of his shaft. My own shaft was aching and my balls felt like someone was squeezing them. I just sucked at the head of his cock for all I was worth. I heard an “oh, fuck.” And he came in my mouth. I choked on it at first and swallowed. I squeezed his balls slightly as he filled my mouth. The warmth and feeling of the throbbing on my tongue was amazing. I swallowed and choked again. Some cum came out of my nose and it burned, my eyes watered. I coughed with his cock still in my mouth and cum slipped out the corner of my lips. I squinted close my eyes and focused on sucking the head of his cock until there was nothing left to come out of it.His cock slipped from my mouth and realized I hadn’t been breathing. I coughed a few more times and wiped the cum away from my nose. He was sitting up beside me patting my on the back. He leaned over concerned.“Are you ok? Dude what happened?”“Went down the wrong pipe,” was my answer.He laughed and leaned into me. He moved forward to kiss me and I pushed him away.“Dude, the hell?”He looked a bit stunned and hurt.“I’m not gay. I don’t see you like that.”“But?” he said with his underwear around his knees, his cock softening, sitting there staring at me.“Sorry. I don’t like you like that.”He quickly jumped up, pulled on his shorts and a shirt. He left the room and I watched him run across my yard heading toward his house. I wanted to go after him and try to explain, but I didn’t. A month later he went to live with his mother. I rarely saw him again.So he was gone and my balls were killing me. With the images of what had just happened playing over and over I started stroking my cock. Then an idea came to me. I went into my bathroom and climbed into the tub. Laying on my back I scooted toward the wall until my legs were in the air and my back was partly against the wall. I stroked my cock and fondled my balls until I came.I had never cum so hard. There were three of four big spurts on my face (my nose, eyes, cheek, chin) before it ever hit my mouth. I moaned as spurt after spurt hit my tongue and lips. I loved it. I slid down the wall into the tub and laid there out of breath. Slowly I scooped the cum from my face and cleaned my fingers. I woke up with dried cum on my cock and face. I was still tired.

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