sometimes it is good to sit and remember the past. a long time ago now when i was a kid i went to an all boys school. i was just into my teens and a boy from a higher grade got to licking me. we had communal showers after gym and he always made sure he showered next to me. he would stare at my willie and would soap up and jack off on his. of course i watched, it would get hard and he would show off to me.

one day after school he walked home with me, talking nonsense stuff. and then he asked me if i liked his dick cause i always looked at it. i shrugged, what a stupid question, but he must have seen in my eyes that my answer was yes. when we got to his house he asked me to come in. his mom wasn't home from work yet and we went up to his room. we weren't in there long before he made some stupid comment and pulled his dick out and started to jack off.

once he had it hard, he brought it over to me and asked me jack him off. he took my hand and put it on his dick and he showed me how to go up and down. i won't lie, i felt great with his hard dick in my hand. he smiled at me a lot and let me play with him. i liked it, and i liked the way it looked, all red and swollen. he told me to push my pants down and he grabbed my wee little willie. besides him, it was sure small, but it was hard as rock. he played with me and pushed me on the bed and went down on me. god, that was a trip.

after sucking me, he told me to suck him. well i tried, but he was way past having any patience, and he got mad that i wasn't doing it right. he told me to turn around and bend over the bed and he pushed his dick against my tight little hole. he wet himself with saliva and pushed, and pushed, and told me to relax, until he got his head in. and then it was just a matter of slowly moving in until he pretty much had me totally for himself. it hurt, or so i thought, but it felt way better than hurt. and he fucked me until he came. i remember him pulling out and his cum dripping down my leg.

it was my first time. and i went for it whole heartedly. we walked home after that, and i always went with him to his room. most of the time we did hand jobs, and a few blow jobs, and every once in a while he would fuck me again. we used his mom's vaseline, and would just go for it. i liked it best when he decided to fuck me. no feeling is quite like it, it is the best.

of course i moved up the chain, and it wasn't long before i had a special friend, a full grown adult. i was mid teens then, and once you have a grown man, you don't go back to boys. he was in his mid forties, and he liked sucking me first, and fingering me, but always ended up fucking me, which i liked the best. i would bend over the desk in his den, and he would feel me up from behind and lub himself and me and he would push it in. slow and steady, until he had it all in, and he would lift me stuck to his dick. he got a kick out of seeing me like that in the mirror on his wall. he fucked slow and steady, in and out, until he came, which he always did, and he would keep his dick in me until he was totally exhausted. he was my best fuck, nothing like that since.

today, all these years later i remember just how much i liked it. those were the best years. today i only like mature men, with a full belly and hard dicks. i'm better at bjs now, but the end goal is a good fucking. i tell the, slow and easy now, but most once they get it in just go for themselves, way to quick.

well, so much for fond memories. hope yours were just as great.