Gay Male / 51
Everything about this is a secret, for obvious reasons. When I was ten my neighbor and I found his father's stash of magazines. He had one, it was all in a foreign language, black and white. It was only men, men sucking men, men having sex with men, and picture after picture of men and their penises. When we went through that magazine I got a boner, a hard boner, I felt like I had to pee but couldn't, my dick was so hard, it had never been hard like that.
My friend noticed and he asked me to show him. I undid my zipper but I had to undo my pants to get it out, out where he could see it, and he sucked it. He gave me a long suck, then he took his penis out and I sucked him. We went back to that magazine time after time after time. Looking at all those pictures, and we sucked each other every time.
I was thirteen when I told this friend at school about the magazine, and he called me a liar. I didn't have access to it, and even though I described the magazine faithfully, he called me a liar. I wanted to suck his penis. When on this one occasion, when we were in my room, I put my hand on his penis, he called me a queer, that was the word then, and spread the word around school. When he finally let me suck his penis, I did it as gesture of submission. He let me suck his penis many times, although he always made sure I understood I was the queer.
I was fifteen, and in a school play when I saw my teacher's penis in the bathroom. He was Italian, and his penis was dark. I had never seen a penis that was uncircumcised. When he pulled his foreskin back I wanted it very bad. It was a long time before he finally decided to have me close. He taught me how to have intercourse. He taught me how to really worship a penis. I was his close helper all through high school and while I was at Junior College in town.
In big college, I had trouble without anyone. I suffered.
After college I went to work for this company that made window frames. I was in the accounts department. The guy that ran the warehouse was an old whiskered half drunk skunk, but he liked to have his penis sucked and I was there for him. He had a reputation, and it was not a complete secret that I went to see him.
I am married now, I decided to get married, she is a nice woman, from a descent family, we live in her town, and I have to be careful. I have to be very careful, I work for her father, and if she found out she would divorce me.
I have less and less chances of traveling outside of town, at first I did because I helped with deliveries, but now I work at a desk. I have a stash of old magazines, I keep them at work in disguised folders, I like magazines, I can jerk off to them. I would love to be in a magazine like that. Sucking a penis of some big guy.
My friend noticed and he asked me to show him. I undid my zipper but I had to undo my pants to get it out, out where he could see it, and he sucked it. He gave me a long suck, then he took his penis out and I sucked him. We went back to that magazine time after time after time. Looking at all those pictures, and we sucked each other every time.
I was thirteen when I told this friend at school about the magazine, and he called me a liar. I didn't have access to it, and even though I described the magazine faithfully, he called me a liar. I wanted to suck his penis. When on this one occasion, when we were in my room, I put my hand on his penis, he called me a queer, that was the word then, and spread the word around school. When he finally let me suck his penis, I did it as gesture of submission. He let me suck his penis many times, although he always made sure I understood I was the queer.
I was fifteen, and in a school play when I saw my teacher's penis in the bathroom. He was Italian, and his penis was dark. I had never seen a penis that was uncircumcised. When he pulled his foreskin back I wanted it very bad. It was a long time before he finally decided to have me close. He taught me how to have intercourse. He taught me how to really worship a penis. I was his close helper all through high school and while I was at Junior College in town.
In big college, I had trouble without anyone. I suffered.
After college I went to work for this company that made window frames. I was in the accounts department. The guy that ran the warehouse was an old whiskered half drunk skunk, but he liked to have his penis sucked and I was there for him. He had a reputation, and it was not a complete secret that I went to see him.
I am married now, I decided to get married, she is a nice woman, from a descent family, we live in her town, and I have to be careful. I have to be very careful, I work for her father, and if she found out she would divorce me.
I have less and less chances of traveling outside of town, at first I did because I helped with deliveries, but now I work at a desk. I have a stash of old magazines, I keep them at work in disguised folders, I like magazines, I can jerk off to them. I would love to be in a magazine like that. Sucking a penis of some big guy.
