Kids Like Us Were A Dime A Dozen And A Lot Of Us Sucked Cock

Behind our house where I grew up was a large wooded lot. On the lot was an old tool shed that had been parked there. That's where my friend and I went to suck cock. I am proof positive that you don't become cross eyed from sucking cock. The only thing that happens is that you never give it up.

Facing my first grown up cock is something that I remember really well. I was a lad, before I started growing hair on my chin and upper lip. His name was Johnson, he picked up and sold metal odds and ends to the foundry. He also sharpened knives for the mothers in the neighborhood. He was some kind of veteran from the War.

He stood there, very tall to me. He unbuttoned his fly. He let his cock slide out, it was some big worm without eyes. My friend and I were both circumcized so it was different. He pulled back on his cock to expose the head of his cock, it was really smooth when I put it in my mouth. He got hard, and when it did I didn't have to pull back on his cock to expose his cock head.

He talked to me while I held and sucked his cock. When he got ready he held my face and bam bam bam he shot right into my face. He said I was cute boy like that. In those days at school we called it snot.

I liked Johnson, he was always nice to me.