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When I Was A Kid
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Bi-Sexual Male / 49
When Being A Good Boy Meant Something Special
The man who lived on the corner lived alone with his cat. He would be out once in a while, taking out the trash or picking up some sticks and things in the flower beds. He stayed indoors mostly and we talked about him. One day I was on my bike and he flagged me down and asked me if I could help him. His cat had gotten into a tree in the backyard and wouldn't come down.
I climbed the tree and it was easy to grab the cat and I lowered it to him and then climbed down. He offered me something to drink inside. His house was dark and there was one dish in the sink. In the living area he had a tv set and a chair pulled up to it. Over on a table he had an old computer. There were several magazines around on the coffee table.
He asked me if I was good boy. It was important to be a good boy. He asked me if I wanted to him to kiss me. Not to worry about it, but if I wanted him to kiss me he was glad to do it. He got up and went to the bathroom and left the door open. He called me over to help him, to put my arms around his waist and hold onto his pecker.
We walked back to his bedroom and his bed was unmade and he asked what I thought about peckers. He sat me on the bed and grabbed my pecker and then pushed me onto my back and took my pecker out of my pants and started to kiss it, and put it in his mouth as it got harder. It got real hard and I got this urge to pee, he held me tight and I peed in his mouth. But it wasn't pee, it was my first wet ejaculation.
He loaned me some magazines to look at and he said I could come over when I wanted, he was always available for company. When I went over, sometimes to exchange magazines, he would always kiss me and we always reciprocated with oral sex. Most of the time he managed me to ejaculate but it wasn't as often for him to ejaculate. I liked being there and talking to him. I went over often, and sometimes I sat in his living room looking at the magazines.
But all that was a long time ago, when I was young before we moved to Sacramento. When I moved he kissed me goodbye and told me I was a good boy. It was a long long time before I met another man to kiss me, but that is another story for another time.
I climbed the tree and it was easy to grab the cat and I lowered it to him and then climbed down. He offered me something to drink inside. His house was dark and there was one dish in the sink. In the living area he had a tv set and a chair pulled up to it. Over on a table he had an old computer. There were several magazines around on the coffee table.
He asked me if I was good boy. It was important to be a good boy. He asked me if I wanted to him to kiss me. Not to worry about it, but if I wanted him to kiss me he was glad to do it. He got up and went to the bathroom and left the door open. He called me over to help him, to put my arms around his waist and hold onto his pecker.
We walked back to his bedroom and his bed was unmade and he asked what I thought about peckers. He sat me on the bed and grabbed my pecker and then pushed me onto my back and took my pecker out of my pants and started to kiss it, and put it in his mouth as it got harder. It got real hard and I got this urge to pee, he held me tight and I peed in his mouth. But it wasn't pee, it was my first wet ejaculation.
He loaned me some magazines to look at and he said I could come over when I wanted, he was always available for company. When I went over, sometimes to exchange magazines, he would always kiss me and we always reciprocated with oral sex. Most of the time he managed me to ejaculate but it wasn't as often for him to ejaculate. I liked being there and talking to him. I went over often, and sometimes I sat in his living room looking at the magazines.
But all that was a long time ago, when I was young before we moved to Sacramento. When I moved he kissed me goodbye and told me I was a good boy. It was a long long time before I met another man to kiss me, but that is another story for another time.
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