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Gay Stories
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Gay Male / 59
Down The Yellow Brick Road
We were fourth graders and having a sleep over. I really don't remember who started it or who went first. I do know that I was sucking his cock, and I didn't want to stop. The skin was so soft, his cock so hard. I pulled back when I thought he peed into my mouth, the taste stayed in my mouth even after we stopped. It was a one time thing, we stayed friends until we moved to another neighborhood and I changed schools.
That memory stayed with me and more than once I thought what it would be like to suck another boy's cock, swim team, boy scouts, church. But that is as far as it went. Until I was approached by a man in the restroom of the ball park after practice and he flashed his cock at me. I suppose he had lots of experience because he judged it had excited me. "How about it? You like it don't you, meet me over by the dumpster and we can play a little and you can show me yours".
I told my coach I was going to walk home which was four blocks away. I meandered down the street and when everyone was out of sight I circled back to the dumpster. The man was mad for making him wait telling me that now I had to make him happy. Behind the dumpster was an overgrown bunch of bushes, we went through until we arrived at an old beat up picnic table.
He took my cock out of my pants and massaged me into an erection and sucked me while using his tongue under my cock. He took his cock out and told me to do the same. His cock in my hand made me tremble and sucking on his cock made my cock get harder. He pushed my pants down to my ankles and told me to lean over the picnic table so I could make him happy. His hand rubbed my butt with greasy stuff. His cock was huge, the first few seconds were frightening and painful but felt good after a moment. How far he got his cock in is hard to say, but deep enough to fuck me and empty his cum in me.
Officially queer, I had several instances with other men, college job as a bell boy freed me to have many more opportunities both with guests and men from the city. It wasn't good for me unless I got fucked, I love being fucked. Time takes it's toll, getting a top now is more difficult since I only want NSA get togethers. I never found an interest for a relationship preferring to stay single.
That memory stayed with me and more than once I thought what it would be like to suck another boy's cock, swim team, boy scouts, church. But that is as far as it went. Until I was approached by a man in the restroom of the ball park after practice and he flashed his cock at me. I suppose he had lots of experience because he judged it had excited me. "How about it? You like it don't you, meet me over by the dumpster and we can play a little and you can show me yours".
I told my coach I was going to walk home which was four blocks away. I meandered down the street and when everyone was out of sight I circled back to the dumpster. The man was mad for making him wait telling me that now I had to make him happy. Behind the dumpster was an overgrown bunch of bushes, we went through until we arrived at an old beat up picnic table.
He took my cock out of my pants and massaged me into an erection and sucked me while using his tongue under my cock. He took his cock out and told me to do the same. His cock in my hand made me tremble and sucking on his cock made my cock get harder. He pushed my pants down to my ankles and told me to lean over the picnic table so I could make him happy. His hand rubbed my butt with greasy stuff. His cock was huge, the first few seconds were frightening and painful but felt good after a moment. How far he got his cock in is hard to say, but deep enough to fuck me and empty his cum in me.
Officially queer, I had several instances with other men, college job as a bell boy freed me to have many more opportunities both with guests and men from the city. It wasn't good for me unless I got fucked, I love being fucked. Time takes it's toll, getting a top now is more difficult since I only want NSA get togethers. I never found an interest for a relationship preferring to stay single.
