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When I Was A Kid
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Gay Male / 43
My school friend and I were rummaging through his attic and we came upon a box pushed into a corner and covered with an old blanket. We opened the box and it had gay erotic magazines, naked men, men sucking men, men fucking men. There were several dozen magazines, I got an erection looking at the pictures. My friend let me borrow a couple of magazines and I masturbated to them. I dreamt of being able to suck on a cock, I lay naked on my bed with my legs open dreaming of a man fucking me. For my dreams I dreamt of my History teacher, he was a big man with a big belly and I had seen his cock in the bathroom when we were peeing. That's the cock I wanted to suck, the cock I dreamt of going in my ass.
My friend let me exchange the magazines, until I had masturbated to all of them. He let me keep one, one that had a drawing of this Arab man fucking this boy in an oasis, with camels standing by with their cocks hanging out. I wanted to be that boy and I masturbated to that page of the magazine night after night.
There was a man who mowed the lawn of the park that we rode through on our bikes after school. He was a foreign man, with dark skin and heavy whiskers and I would sit on a bench and watch him mow the lawn. He went back and forth, back and forth across the open field of the park. One afternoon in late fall, darkness came early, I rode my bike over to the other side of the field and waited for him to come by, he used this big push machine to collect the leaves. I waited for the right moment and I stood by the open area and urinated on the ground and when he came by I turned to face him with my boy cock in my hand.
He asked me what my name was, he said he saw me stop at the park on the way home from school. He said his name was Julio. I told him that my mother wasn't home from work, so I stopped at the park because I didn't like to be alone in the house. He asked me why I was peeing right there and I told him I didn't feel comfortable going further into the bushes. I asked where he peed when he was working on the lawn and he said there was small restroom for workers a block away. I asked him if I could use it, because sometimes I had to hold it in. I asked him if he would take me.
The bathroom was small, with one toilet and a small sink. I asked him if he wanted to pee, he went in and I went in with him. The space was small with him in the room and he told me that I should leave, but I said I wanted to stay I wanted to see when he peed. I told him he had seen me pee, and I took my cock out of my pants and stood there as if was going to pee. He took his cock out, it was huge, in the dark room it looked like a huge worm, I stood there with my cock out and watched him pee. When he was done I grabbed it and bent down and put it in my mouth.
He still had pee on his cock, a light salty taste, but I just sucked him like I saw in the pictures of the magazines. He gained an erection and he rubbed my head and I was sucking him and sucking him. After a while he pushed my head away and said we should leave. He reached down and grabbed my cock and massaged it in his hand for a couple of minutes and I gave him one last suck and we put our cocks in our pants and he opened the door and he left first and told me to wait until he whistled for me to leave.
During the winter he told me where to go to his apartment, I would arrive from behind and throw a small stone at a window, and he would leave the door open and I would sneak in. I loved sucking his cock and he had me get on the bed and lean down while he fingered me and got on me and he penetrated me with his cock. While I was penetrated, I always lost myself in the image of that Arab boy, I knew just how much that boy in the drawing was enjoying the camel driver fuck him. We met once or twice a week, he would tell me when, there was a spot close to the bathroom in the park where he would leave me a note with a day number and a time.
He got around to sucking me and getting me to cum for him. I spent lots of hours sucking him, it was hard to make him cum, I couldn't get his cock all the way in mouth. But he did come from time to time. When he fucked me he always came, he was never through fucking me unless he came. Sometimes I went home and my butthole burned from the friction, other times it just felt sore and would sit on my butthole and rock back and forth and feel the pain.
Julio was the camel driver for me, I have kept that magazine, it is in a safe place. If you open it, it falls open to the page of the camel driver and the boy in the desert.
My friend let me exchange the magazines, until I had masturbated to all of them. He let me keep one, one that had a drawing of this Arab man fucking this boy in an oasis, with camels standing by with their cocks hanging out. I wanted to be that boy and I masturbated to that page of the magazine night after night.
There was a man who mowed the lawn of the park that we rode through on our bikes after school. He was a foreign man, with dark skin and heavy whiskers and I would sit on a bench and watch him mow the lawn. He went back and forth, back and forth across the open field of the park. One afternoon in late fall, darkness came early, I rode my bike over to the other side of the field and waited for him to come by, he used this big push machine to collect the leaves. I waited for the right moment and I stood by the open area and urinated on the ground and when he came by I turned to face him with my boy cock in my hand.
He asked me what my name was, he said he saw me stop at the park on the way home from school. He said his name was Julio. I told him that my mother wasn't home from work, so I stopped at the park because I didn't like to be alone in the house. He asked me why I was peeing right there and I told him I didn't feel comfortable going further into the bushes. I asked where he peed when he was working on the lawn and he said there was small restroom for workers a block away. I asked him if I could use it, because sometimes I had to hold it in. I asked him if he would take me.
The bathroom was small, with one toilet and a small sink. I asked him if he wanted to pee, he went in and I went in with him. The space was small with him in the room and he told me that I should leave, but I said I wanted to stay I wanted to see when he peed. I told him he had seen me pee, and I took my cock out of my pants and stood there as if was going to pee. He took his cock out, it was huge, in the dark room it looked like a huge worm, I stood there with my cock out and watched him pee. When he was done I grabbed it and bent down and put it in my mouth.
He still had pee on his cock, a light salty taste, but I just sucked him like I saw in the pictures of the magazines. He gained an erection and he rubbed my head and I was sucking him and sucking him. After a while he pushed my head away and said we should leave. He reached down and grabbed my cock and massaged it in his hand for a couple of minutes and I gave him one last suck and we put our cocks in our pants and he opened the door and he left first and told me to wait until he whistled for me to leave.
During the winter he told me where to go to his apartment, I would arrive from behind and throw a small stone at a window, and he would leave the door open and I would sneak in. I loved sucking his cock and he had me get on the bed and lean down while he fingered me and got on me and he penetrated me with his cock. While I was penetrated, I always lost myself in the image of that Arab boy, I knew just how much that boy in the drawing was enjoying the camel driver fuck him. We met once or twice a week, he would tell me when, there was a spot close to the bathroom in the park where he would leave me a note with a day number and a time.
He got around to sucking me and getting me to cum for him. I spent lots of hours sucking him, it was hard to make him cum, I couldn't get his cock all the way in mouth. But he did come from time to time. When he fucked me he always came, he was never through fucking me unless he came. Sometimes I went home and my butthole burned from the friction, other times it just felt sore and would sit on my butthole and rock back and forth and feel the pain.
Julio was the camel driver for me, I have kept that magazine, it is in a safe place. If you open it, it falls open to the page of the camel driver and the boy in the desert.
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