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When I Was A Kid
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Bi-Sexual Male / 47
I used to go to the movies downtown which was about three miles from where I lived. I would walk there and back. One night when I was around twelve I started home after the movie. It was dark. I had stayed to late.
I was sitting on the bench waiting for the bus when a man about twenty-five came and sat down. He started talking two me.
I felt special that a grown-up would spend time with me. He was in the Air Force. I was really impressed by that. He started talking about this visits overseas and then about the girls he met there. He kept going until he was talking about whores and fucking and all sorts of things I had no idea about but pretended to know.
He said he needed to take a leak and did I. I agreed that I did and we went into a dark ally to pee. He pulled his dick out and I did the same. He asked me if I had ever touched another dick and I said no. He asked me if I wanted to touch his. I hesitated. I was really curious but also getting a little afraid. He took my hand and put it on his dick. It was a very strange feeling. He started jerking himself, using my hand with his hand over mine.
I let him do it.
He got close to me and reached around me and took my peter in his other hand. He was twice the size of me so it was easy for him.
He started playing with my peter while he made me jerk him off. I was a little scared but very curious. His penis felt hard and soft at the same time.
He started making all sorts of strange noises. they were noises of pleasure as I recall. He asked me if I would suck him. I didn't want to. I had heard about sucking and it was for queers. Eh persuaded me to try it. I agreed for just a minute. I got on my knees, where he pushed me and he fed his dick into my mouth. It tasted bitter and like pee. I jerked back. He forced my head against him I closed my mouth and wouldn't let him put it in. He held my face against his pubic hair. I didn't know the word "pubic" then but learned later what the hairy bush was around his dick.
He told me to suck him of her would hurt me. I sucked him. I could only put part of his peter in my mouth. The taste had changed. The bitterness had gone. I became accustomed to the taste of his skin and then something else. I know now it was his pre-cum. Then there was his cum. I choked on the slick substance spurting into my mouth. He held my head and I swallowed to keep from drowning. That is a bit of melodrama now but at the time I was sure that was happening. He stopped spurting stuff into my mouth and let me go. I stood and as soon as I realized that I was free, I started running. I didn't need too as I realize now. He was done. I guess I ran almost all the way home.
I have married had kids and am now, in my later years, delving into bi-sexual activities. I desire the feeling of a penis in my mouth. I have had other experiences during my youth and I wonder if they were factors in my current bi-sexual existence or have I always been destined to be such.
I was sitting on the bench waiting for the bus when a man about twenty-five came and sat down. He started talking two me.
I felt special that a grown-up would spend time with me. He was in the Air Force. I was really impressed by that. He started talking about this visits overseas and then about the girls he met there. He kept going until he was talking about whores and fucking and all sorts of things I had no idea about but pretended to know.
He said he needed to take a leak and did I. I agreed that I did and we went into a dark ally to pee. He pulled his dick out and I did the same. He asked me if I had ever touched another dick and I said no. He asked me if I wanted to touch his. I hesitated. I was really curious but also getting a little afraid. He took my hand and put it on his dick. It was a very strange feeling. He started jerking himself, using my hand with his hand over mine.
I let him do it.
He got close to me and reached around me and took my peter in his other hand. He was twice the size of me so it was easy for him.
He started playing with my peter while he made me jerk him off. I was a little scared but very curious. His penis felt hard and soft at the same time.
He started making all sorts of strange noises. they were noises of pleasure as I recall. He asked me if I would suck him. I didn't want to. I had heard about sucking and it was for queers. Eh persuaded me to try it. I agreed for just a minute. I got on my knees, where he pushed me and he fed his dick into my mouth. It tasted bitter and like pee. I jerked back. He forced my head against him I closed my mouth and wouldn't let him put it in. He held my face against his pubic hair. I didn't know the word "pubic" then but learned later what the hairy bush was around his dick.
He told me to suck him of her would hurt me. I sucked him. I could only put part of his peter in my mouth. The taste had changed. The bitterness had gone. I became accustomed to the taste of his skin and then something else. I know now it was his pre-cum. Then there was his cum. I choked on the slick substance spurting into my mouth. He held my head and I swallowed to keep from drowning. That is a bit of melodrama now but at the time I was sure that was happening. He stopped spurting stuff into my mouth and let me go. I stood and as soon as I realized that I was free, I started running. I didn't need too as I realize now. He was done. I guess I ran almost all the way home.
I have married had kids and am now, in my later years, delving into bi-sexual activities. I desire the feeling of a penis in my mouth. I have had other experiences during my youth and I wonder if they were factors in my current bi-sexual existence or have I always been destined to be such.
