My first story, "Best of Both Worlds" described how I became intested in sex (with both males and females). Several people have asked "What happened to Paul" so here's the story. Any comments would be greatly appreciated and can be sent to pa18428@yahoo.com
After my introduction to cocks, I soon realized that I loved them as much as, if not more than pussy. My get togethers with Laura started to dwindle as I realized that she was treating me as her lesbian lover. It was soon after that she stopped seeing boys, or men, at all. All I ever saw her with was women and shortly there after she moved out.
My games with Ralph continued. I tried to do things to him without getting dressed in Laura's lingerie, but Ralph would not allow it. Ralph was becoming quite a "jock" on the high school teams and always joked about gay men being fags. I soon realized that by requiring that I cross-dress he could view me as a girl. While I was dressed up or servicing him he never made any derogatory remarks as to me being gay, a fag or queer. Ralph would not allow himself cum in my mouth. Whenever he was ready, and I soon learned many techniques to prolong the process. He would insist on cumming onto the lingerie. His favorite position was to put his dick between the bra I was wearing and my chest and cum over both me and the bra. He also liked to, if I was wearing a large cup bra that required lots of padding, rub his dick between the cups and again cum on my bra. I never did find out why he would not cum in my mouth.
Where he came depended upon what I was wearing, and since he always furnished the clothes, I guess he pre-planned what he wanted to do. If I was wearing pantyhose he liked to stick his dick between my legs, and rub against my crotch until he came. It it was a pair of panties, he liked to have me lie on my stomach, stick his dick under the back of the panties between my ass cheeks, and cum there. It didn't take me long to realize that he must have his own stash of lingerie since he would obiously have to wash it before returning it it it was his sisters.
Once he came all Ralph wanted to do was clean up and get me out of there. This is why I took Paul up on his requests. One night I was walking back from the movie theater when I passed Paul entering a small apartment house. He said "hello" and we chatted for a while before he invited me in for a beer. Back then the drinking age was 18 so it was easy for him to obtain. That night the conversation never turned to sex.
Several days later I got a call from him telling me that he had just broken up with his girl friend and would I be interested in seeing the latest movie then having a few beers. I agreed and later that day ended up at his apartment guzzleing brews. This time the conversation soon turned to the incident where he and Laura caugh me sucking off Ralph. He asked me how I liked his dick and if I would like to suck it again. As my involvement with Ralph was waning and Laura had moved away, the brews made me very horny and I agreed to suck him again. As before he pulled out his cock and it was completely limp. He invited me too start playing with it so I did. First gentley rubbing it with my hands, them with my lips and tounge. It wasn't long before he started to respond and again I experienced the exquisite feeling of having a cock harded in my mouth. Once he reached full hardness (which he had not done in the incident with Laura) he grabbed me by the back of the head and rammed his cock into my throat. With Ralph, his dick just barely reached the back of my throat, but Paul was apparently about two inches longer but not quite as wide so his dick slid back into my throat quite easily. Within 5 seconds I felt his cock swell and become more rigid as he pumped several loads of cum directly into my gullet. I could not even taste it. He simply pulled out, put his dick back in his pants, and asked me if I wanted another beer.
This happened several times. Each time he would start out soft, and it seemed like it would take me longer to get him hard (although I did enjoy the extra time it took). But on the minus side once he got hard it would only take him a few second before he started cumming. I tried to slow down my sucking but he wanted nothing of it, once he was hard all he wanted to do was ram his cock down my throat and cum. I was about ready to stop seeing him, but loved sucking cock, and was extemely shy about approaching anyone else. It was still a relatively small town and I was afraid that I would get labelled a queer and ridiculed by everyone. At that time being gay or even bi was not an accepted status. After seeing how Paul performed sexually it became apparent why Laura didn't keep him around long and why he couldn't keep a girl friend for any length of time. There is no way he could stay hard long enough to satisfy them.
One of the things Paul never told me was that he had a room mate. I assumed he lived alone until one day I was servicing him when again the door opened and I was caught again. This time it was his roommate Larry. Larry seemed quite surprized but Paul insisted that I continue as he was just about hard and close to cumming. Larry just stood by and watched. When Paul was finished, Larry just reached into his pants and pulled out his equipment. It was about the same length as Paul's but thicker. He just walked over to me and asked "How would you like to try this". I was just mesmorized by the sight and frustrated that Paul had cum so quickly. I started working on Larry's dick and after a few minutes it was rock hard. Larry then showed me the difference between suck on cock and having your mouth fucked. Larry started to take over the rythm. Slowly sliding his cock in and out of my lips. Some times stopping just as his dick was about to exit my mouth, then slowly reversing it until it was again down my throat. He kept this up for what seemed like an hour but was probably much shorter. When I felt his cock start to enlarge as his cum started to spurt out he withdrew to the edge of my lips and came not only into my mouth, but onto my lips and cheeks. This was the first time I had really tasted cum and I was hooked. Not only did he cum all over me, but I also came in my pants without either myself or anyone else touching my cock. Larry would then ask me to clean his cock with my tounge and suck out any cum left in his dick as it went limp. This I enjoyed almost as much as feeling it getting hard. After he had cum, his dick head was extremely sensative and continuing to lick it gave both of us much pleasure.
Larry had me hooked. He repeatedly invited me over and each time he fucked my face in a seemingly different manner. I soon realized that he could make me cum just by fucking my mouth so I started wearing a condom so I wouldn't soil my pants. Several years later when the movie "Deep Throat" came out I knew exactly how Linda Lovelace felt. (No I didn't go to a doctor to see if I had a clitoris in the back of my throat).
When I went away to college all this stopped. None of my roommates seemed interested in man to man sex, or even being servied by a man and I was afraid to ask. Any time a person even gave the slighted hint of being gay, they were repeatedly made the but of the cruelest jokes imaginable. When I returned home at the end of my first year Ralph, Paul and Larry had all moved away.
After finishing college I got married and tried to stay true to my wife. Especially once the Aids epidemic emerged. Catching that is something I didn't want to do. After a while I settled in a job with "Ma Bell" but occasionally would wonder about the other side. Occasionally I would visit an adult movie or bookstore with a glory hole in the booths and play with an occasional cock and have mine played with. I was extremely selective about who I fooled around with only selecting the obviously married ones. I did occasionally allow someone to suck me off but never return the favor. Well actually not never but did a couple of times but only it he agreed to wear a condom.
Now as I progress into my 60's I find myself dreaming about the good old days more and more wishing I could find the right person to see if I still had any of my old talents.