I grew up in a small town in Vermont; we lived in a house on the main street (whose traffic was not at all as heavey as it would be nowadays). This was in the fifties. When I was about fourteen, I and my chums from the neighboring homes had a kind of circle jerk going. It was part of early adolescent sexual exploration. Except perhaps for me.
From a very early time -- about age 6 -- I was gay but, of course, I wasn't aware of it at the time. The earliest memory I have which, in retrospect, was a sign of gayness was that I admired an older boy next door and thought (and said) he would have no trouble finding a wife -- Nor did he, in the event. Indeed, he had several.
Most of the kids in the circle jerk interested me not at all. But there was one kid, who lived directly across the street from us and right next to a gas station (which will figure later in the story). His name was Gary. He was a tow-headed kid with very short hair as was the custom in those far off days. His eyes were a gray-blue, set in a face that was loaded with sex appeal (my older sister commented on this). That feature of his face was odd because none of the features typical of sex appeal were present: his lips were neither full nor dark, his eyes were (as I have said) a blue-gray. His head was roundish but it was perhaps his smile that was sexy -- sexy but innocent. This is a not uncommon feature in my experience.
In gym class I found myself with a strange desire to put some of the cocks I saw in my mouth. Gary's in particular was delectable looking. His smooth and hairless body with its youthful bloom and developing muscles provided a setting in the midst of which, in my view, were his tackle: a triangle of brown hair, two balls slightly darker than the rest of his skin, with one lower than the other and between them one of the most beautiful cocks I have ever seen. It was about my size -- at that time I suppose between 5" and 6" in length when hard. Now ordinarily I don't care for foreskins (I am circumcised myself) but it looked good on him, just barely covering the suspended member with its swelling at the tip of his glans, shaped like a small plum. His foreskin covered his cock when soft pretty well and even when it was hard, only a bit of the glans was peepring out. In our circle jerks, of course, I saw the glans uncovered, so to speak. In color it was medium lavender in color.
His house was beside the filling station, or perhaps it would be better to say that it was in back of it. From his back yard we could see the back of the filling station even though they both fronted on the main street.
In those days the rest rooms weren't quite as finished as they are currently but in addition to the two rest rooms there was another room, between the two. It was a washroom for the grease monkeys. Gary and I found a way to sneak in through an `unofficial' passage through which we could squeeze and hide behind the 50 gallon drums that were in the room right across from a broken down couch.
Gary said that at night couples would go in there for a time. Giggling, we wondered what they could be doing (already having a pretty good idea!) and what fun would be to sneak in and see what they were doing.
One summer evening, Gary and I were `camping' in the back yard of his house in a tent. The filling station closed at midnight and we planned to sneak in to the middle room, hide behind the drums and see what was what.
Well, that was the beginning of a Big Adventure!
We had just settled in as midnight approached and the two grease monkeys came in to clean up. They were young men in their mid-twenties, but very well muscled -- with broad shoulders, bulging biceps and narrow waists. One, Mark, had black hair and very blue eyes; the other, Jack was brown haired and had brown eyes. I had seen, admired, and desired (although that was not clear in my mind) them for some time and found myself wondering what they would look like naked.
While cleaning up, using lots of boraxo, they were horsing around. To my surprise and stimulation, they began to grab at one another's crotch, then fell into an embrace and passionate kiss.
Gary and I were fascinated and straining for a better view knocked a can off the top of one of the drums. Mark and Jack jumped apart and turned toward our hiding place. Mark suddenly strode in our direction and before we could turn and flee, he grabbed out arms and hauled us out into the middle of the room.
In the mid-fifties anything like homosexual activity was subject to the most severe social sanction, so Mark and Jack were worried and wondered what to do about the crisis and that meant about Gary and me.
"So you guys are interested in what you saw?" Mark asked but it was more of a statement.
"Yeah, you shouldn't be nosy," added Jack. "We will teach you a lesson about sneaking and spying," he added.
"Get undressed," Mark demanded. So Gary and I, trembling with trepidation, took off our t-shirts and pants, shoes and socks and stood there anxious about the immediate future.
"Off with your underpants, too" demanded Jack. So, with the greatest reluctance, Gary and I shed our jockeys and stood there in front of the two young men stark naked. Of course, our fear shrunk our cocks.
This was remarked upon my the two. One of them said, "You are pretty small but we'll see what we can do about that" and, winking to the other, he advanced to us. Although I don't remember who made the initial remark, I do remember that it was Mark who extended his hand forward, gently took my cock in his hand and began a milking motion, as Jack did to Gary.
I had never had another person's -- to say nothing of another male's -- hand on my cock before and the feeling was electric. Immediately, my cock began to grow and as my sexual excitement mounted, it began to throb as Mark gently milked, and then caressed my cock, rubbing the front of the glans with his little finger.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Jack doing the same thing to Gary with the same result. Soon both our cocks were sticking out, mine straight ahead, Gary's at an angle both were slowly pulsing.
Jack it was who said, another wink, "Time of the next step." The two removed their hands and replaced ours: mind on Gary's, Gary's on mine. "Now squeeze," demanded Mark. So I squeezed Gary's cock, which responded with a pulse. His hand on my cock was, I realized, something I had desired a long time but didn't know it.
We were ordered to sit on the dilapidated couch and then to lie down on it. At first we lay side by side but Jack had another and more interesting idea, so he instructed us to lie in what I was to learn was the 69 position. So there I was looking at Gary's smooth thighs, muscled in an adolescent way; his triangle of brown pubic hair, his balls, hanging to one side; and as the centerpiece of the arrangement, his cock, with its lavender glans peeking out of the pale tube of skin and a drop of moisture appearing in the small slit in the middle of the glans. I gulped and my mouth went dry even as my appetite quickened.
Mark ordered each of us to take the head of the other in his mouth. I did so, fearing that I might show too much eagerness I just put my lips over Gary's foreskin.
"Now, use your tongues on your buddy's cockhead!" ordered Jack. Once again, I gulped. I wanted to caress with my tongue Gary's cockhead -- and indeed his whole cock -- more than I had ever known but this would be very risky. If Gary obeyed then I would know it was alright, that our friendship would not be damaged and, although I didn't think of that at the time, we would become lovers.
Slowly, reluctantly, tentatively, but with intense desire, I moved my tongue gently on the exposed part of Gary's glans. To my surprise and joy, I felt his tongue move across the top of my exposed glans (remember I am circumcised). Unconsciously, we both tightened our lips immediately below our glans and swirled our tongues around. As we did so, the muscles of our bodies, especially our stomachs and asses became taught and this showed Mark and Jack what they wanted to know.
"Alright," said Mark, "now take all the cock in your mouths and move it in and out like a piston. And look out for teeth!"
Gary and I needed no further encouragement! Jeez! If I thought my feelings before when Mark took my cock in his hand, were thrilling, electric, exciting they were nothing compared to my feelings then: with Gary's wonderful, beautiful, delicious cock sliding in and out of my mouth with increasing speed and my cock in the warm, damp embrace of Gary's mouth and his tongue stimulating me to an unbelievable crest.
Uhuhuhuhuhuh!! Suddenly we were both over the top simultaneously and both our mouths were flooded with the sweet essence of the other. As we both swallowed and as the spurts slowed down and our cocks softened somewhat, we fell away from each other.
For the first time, we noticed what Jack and Mark had been doing: stripping off their own clothes! And there they stood, two well muscled young men with treasure trails running down to their larger patches of public hair, black and brown respectively with their larger cocks, both circumcised, sticking up at an angle.
Again, we were ordered to sit up on the couch and they moved slowly toward us, Jack to Gary; Mark to me. They took our hands and guided them to their cocks which were very hot and very hard. Our hands grasped the cocks of the young men; the cocks throbbed. And with their other hands, they guided our heads toward their straining, throbbing cocks, presenting them to our mouths.
Gary and I allowed them to slide in between our lips. Mark's cockhead was larger than Jack's and I got the prize! I felt his cockhead on my tongue and the two began to face fuck Gary and me. I glanced up and saw Mark and Jack kissing as their hips ground back and forth and their cocks sliding in and out of our mouths. After a few minutes, I saw Mark's thigh and stomach muscles tense (what a six pack he had!) and they began to shoot into our mouths and again we swallowed.
After that, Jack and Mark allowed us to put on our clothes again and leave with the warning that if we mentioned this to anyone, they would tell the whole story.
Gary and I returned to our tent in silence, too embarrassed to say anything. Even as I had been sucking Mark, I was aware of a lengthening of my cock and a return to sexual desire (not that it was ever entirely absent). And I wondered about Gary.
We entered our tent. We removed our clothes (except for our jockey briefs) with our backs to each other. We climbed into our sleeping bags. Some one of us extinguished the kerosene lantern. We lay there in silence. I moved my arm, slowly, silently, almost without willing it towards Gary and met his on the way to me! Our hands clasped and then we moved toward each other, unzipped our sleeping bags. We turned to each other, embraced and, for the first time, our lips met -- our hot lips met and our tongues snaked into one another's mouths. I felt his hot cock through his briefs and mine, which we swiftly shed. He moved his lips from mine and began a journey southward, licking and kissing, pausing at my nipples and tonguing them until they got hard, then down, down. Another pause at my navel, then down again around the Target and to the inside of my thighs. God, it was thrilling.
Then he began an ascent, pausing at my balls to lick and place each of them in his mouth. Finally to the bottom of the shaft; from there he worked his way up licking, love nibbles, kissing on the way until he arrived at the bottom of my glans. By that time, I was in a delirium of desire; was squirming and mewing with lust. Suddenly, the pressure was gone. And then again, suddenly he plunged my cock into his mouth to the very bottom. My back arched, I gave a little cry and began to cum ... and cum and cum.
Finally, Gary released me and returned mouth to mouth and I tasted my own cum. Then I, too, made the same journey down, lingering over Gary's small light brown nipples. When I took the plunge and took Gary's cock into my mouth and to the back of my throat, I was aware of distinct spasms as he poured his maleness into my mouth and I continued to play with his cock with my tongue after the had poured himself into me and his cock softened.
Being young teenagers at the peak of our sexual stamina, we made love pretty much without interruption all night. The next morning our parents remarked that we didn't seem to have gotten much sleep.
For the next year or so, we could hardly keep our hands off each other and that led to many near discoveries which we avoided because both of us lacked the other common features of gay activity.