Boys and Men
Gay -- High School Lvnv2008@yahoo.com Nifty/Prolific Author/Las Vegas
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I discovered a long time ago some guys fuck like boys, and some fuck like men. The boys are in and fuck as quickly as possible with the intent of coming as fast as possible. They just want to feel the orgasm. Men like the idea of fucking, and as such will put some serious dick to you. And then, there is love making.
I sucked my first dick when I was 9 and had just finished the 4th grade. My brother who was almost 16 and staring his sophomore year in high school talked me into blowing him so that he could feel what getting your dick sucked was like. It was not much of a blowjob, and I don't remember sucking. He put his dick in my mouth for a minute or so and then he came. I swallowed but only because I was not expecting him to come and although he did not tell me to swallow, he held my head while he finished shooting and swallowing seemed like the natural thing for me to do.
That became out thing. I don't mean I sucked his dick every night. Or, every day and every night. I sucked his dick all the time. Our parents worked, and we were not allowed to have anyone over while they were gone so he and I were alone all day that summer. I spent lots of time sucking his dick. By the end of summer, I was good at blowing him, and I knew what he liked and how he liked it. Initially he was in control, but I learned to tell when he was going to shoot, and I'd change things up. When I felt him tense up to indicate a climax was coming, I'd pull off his dick and rub his cock on my face (which he loved), or I'd lick his balls (which he loved). Then when the pending orgasm passed. I'd put the dick back in my mouth. And, when he did tell me he needed to come I'd put my all into sucking him. I'd hold the base of his dick firmly, and as I jerk him off, I'd put what length of shaft was not in my hand in my mouth and create suction until he shot his wad. I'd swallow and keep sucking until he giggled and that was an indication to come off his dick. Didn't have to wait long for him to get another blowjob. By the way, he did not ask me to suck his dick. He'd ask, are you ready, and I knew it was time for another blowjob.
When school started back up, I knew the minute I walked in the door (he got home from school before me) he'd want a blowjob. I'd drop my bookbag, he'd drop his shorts, and I'd drop to my knees. He always got a second blowjob before my parents got home from work, and then one at night. That is three blowjobs a day if you are not counting. At night was when I did my best work. We had a reading chair in the corner of our room, and he'd lean back nude with his hand over his head and I'd go to town on his dick. It was when his hands started caressing my head and his hips started pumping up towards my mouth that I knew the cum was next. Sometimes just for fun I'd keep sucking until his dick was so sensitive that he'd push my head away. He never used the term blowjob or sucking. At night he called it drooling on his rod, bone work, hanging on his cock, or "doing what I did best".
When I was 12 my friend and next-door neighbor, Karl, slept over, and asked me if I jerked off. He wanted us to do it before we went to sleep. As we were jerking off, I looked at his cock a couple of times and then he said to hold his. Not only did I hold it, I jerk his dick for him, and I leaned towards it as if I wanted to be more comfortable, but I wanted to place the idea in his head that I should suck his dick. He pushed my head down and said to blow on it, which I did. He kept putting pressure on my head, and I pretended to resist a little, but eventually my mouth touched his dick and then he forced the cock into my mouth. After that first blowjob he wanted another, and the next morning, I blew him a third time.
He no longer wanted to hang out with me, but he always wanted a blowjob. He'd call and ask me to go over. That became come over but use the back door. Apparently, he did not want anyone knowing we were together even if it was perfectly natural for two boys same age and same grade to hang out. As soon as I got home, he would call. It was silly because we could have just walked home together, and I would have gone directly to his house. However, he told me he did not want anyone seeing us together. He said that, not that he needed to for I knew what was going on in his head. I knew that in his mind I was a cock sucker and he did not want to be around one. But he did want the blowjobs. Daily blowjobs. And, on a few occasions when we did have a sleepover the only thing he wanted, the only thing we did together was for me to suck his dick. He'd get his blowjob, then watch TV or listen to music, then he'd say my name and that was my instruction to suck him off yet again. I could blow him a couple of times before we went to bed, and sometimes he'd wake me in the middle of the night for a blowjob. He always woke me up early for one last blowjob than send me home before his parents had me sit down to breakfast. Not only did he not want anyone else to see me, so he'd push me out the door so early, but he did not even want me sitting at his table with him. Still, I blew him anytime he wanted.
After a year of this he called me and when I got there his friend, Rob, was there. I knew Rob as we had some classes together, and I knew the minute I saw Rob, that Karl had told him about the blowjobs. Karl assured me Rob didn't want anyone finding out he had his dick sucked by some guy and therefore Rob would keep his mouth shut. I said OK. First, I was afraid Rob might tell someone if I said no. But the main reason is that Rob was so cute. He was the kind of guy whom girls called his name and smiled at him in school. I blew them both that day, and just about every day, from then on.
I did not blow Rob as much as I blew Karl, but only because Karl lived next door and Karl could get a blow job almost anytime. But I blew Rob a lot also. One day after blowing Karl he went to the bathroom. I was blowing Rob when suddenly he pulled me off his cock, held me by the hair and kissed me. I was too surprised to kiss him back, but I let him have his kiss and did not pull away. He told me if I said anything to anyone, I'd get my ass kicked. I told him I promised never to tell anyone, not even Karl, because I liked it. He then kissed me again before letting me continue sucking his dick, which is what I was doing when Karl came back.
A day or two later the three of us were headed into Karl's room where I was to blow them both when Karl stepped into the bathroom. Rob stood me against the wall, pressed his body into mine and kissed me. I had his entire tongue in my mouth and both of his hands on my ass. I kissed back. This was French kissing with him groping my ass while I groped his cock. We stopped when we heard the toilet flush. After blowing Karl, and when it was Rob's turn, I made love to Rob's dick. I took my time and did everything I could think of to please his during the blowjob. His orgasm was so intense he lifted his hips off the bed when he came.
The next time I blew them both I had already blown Karl and was going down on Rob when Rob pushed me away and told me to take off my pants and briefs and lay on the bed. At this Karl turned and stood as I was doing what Rob wanted, knowing full well that Rob meant to fuck me. I laid down while Rob got in between my legs and fucked me. I loved it. On my stomach with my legs bent out at the knees I got fucked. Karl then said he also wanted to fuck me. From then on it was almost always fucking, and occasionally only blowjobs. That was when I realized that Karl fucked to come as fast as possible, while Rob liked fucking.
Mark was different. Mark was Rob's older brother and I knew as a senior he did not interact with us lowly freshman. At 14, I knew enough about gay sex to know I was attracted to this football player, the typical stud. He looked athletic and was extremely good looking. His girlfriend was easily the prettiest girl in school. One day Rob pulled me aside and asked me to sleep over. Although I was already kind of old for sleepovers, he said his parents were going to be out of town and his brother would have his girlfriend and I should come spend the night.
The night I stayed with at Rob's, Mark went out, and Rob and I were alone. Blew him, couple of times, and I got fucked. Rob only had one bed in his room, and he did not want Mark knowing we were in the same bed, so I was in a guest room. Late at night I felt someone climbing into my bed and I assumed it was Rob, but it was Mark. He snuggled up to me, pressed his erection into my side and kissed my shoulder. He told me to be real quite so Rob would not here us, although their bedrooms were in another part of the house from the guestroom. I expected to get fucked as if it were Rob, but Mark did not remove my briefs right away. Instead he rubbed and kissed me, and I could feel his erection pressing into my thigh. He got me so fucking hot, I was humping my groin against his. He kneeled over me and started to remove my briefs, and as he pulled them down, he kissed me along my stomach, all the way to my groin and cock. I had never had my dick sucked and that night I understood why guys loved it. Not only did he suck my dick, he tongued my asshole. As he moved up, he used his body to spread my legs, my knees spreading outward, and his arm moving my knees up towards my chest. He fed his dick to me bone dry, but he was very patient getting his cock in me. The fuck only lasted a few minutes, and then as he licked out my ear, he jerked me off to an intense orgasm. I too came in a couple of minutes. After he left, I realized that although the fuck and hand job had only lasted minutes, he had been with me for an hour and a half.
Mark would meet me on the corner, drive us to an isolated part of the park, and make love to me in the back seat. I loved it. Unfortunately, I did not see him that often, but when I did, we'd spent a lot of time in that back seat at the park. Mark was my favorite of the three because of his love making. Rob as fine because his fucks lasted a long time, and Karl was tolerable because he would fuck me in less than 10 minutes and send me on my way.
One day when Mark picked me up, he has his friend Tim with him. They took me to Tim's where they tagged teamed me. These were two young men about to graduate from high school, hung, experienced, patient. I was in heaven. They not only did they do the nasty, they were verbal about it. And, because they were considerate, they made sure I also came.
I was disappointed when Mark went away to college, but Tim went to the local university. By then Tim had buffed up; a strong, muscular jock. Tim was so sure of himself that whenever I showed up at his dorm room, his roommate would leave. And, when it was too cold outside the roommate would ignore that Tim and I were making love in the next bed. That spring I read the writing on the wall when I showed up and Tim was not in the room, and his roommate smiled at me. I was being handed off.