I was in one of my early morning college class working hard on an interesting topic. The college professor was droning on about something or other and his voice would break my concentration from time to time, but I persevered. My objective was to compile a complete list of things that gave me a boner. The 'boner' list I'd put together so far was fairly long, but I was sure there were other things to add.
My favorites on the partial list included the numerous ways that my boyfriend (of three years this April, 2006) can give me a boner and these are non-touching ways to a boner. Another obvious way of getting a boner is looking at the hot boy models from the large number of twinks sites available on the WWW including my personal favorite.. boys4boys.org.uk ..... They give me many, many happy boners. My boyfriend and me turned 20 years old in September 2005 so I pretty much am mostly interested in twinks and younger boys (please don't tell on me...I won't touch!
unless I get the chance to). I can get a great boner reading erotic stories when my boring college studies and my part time job allow me the time. And EMs from a few of my EM buds who type hot sex about their life or stuff they make up about pretend sex ...........I get boners from that too. Also when I write about my real experiences I get turned on all over again. It's fun to re-live our fun and games sex
and our true-love sex too. Boners...boners...and more boners...
A living, real hot & cute boy walking by me in the street or bagging groceries in the super market, can take me by surprise with their twinkness and/or beauty and cause me to spring a boner. Real live wicked cute boys are rare, but when I spot one...well, I just enjoy the view and smile at the boner that pops up...
There are a lot of times that nothing is happening, boner-wise, so I can bring one on myself by remembering a hot pic or a hot boy or the same for a sexy story I recall or I can make up a situation in my head involving the boy sitting across from me in class, for example, and that will result in me springing a boner. Be resourceful and a boner will appear.
Once when I was getting a high school physical (age 15 or 16) I asked the doctor if it was unhealthy to have a lot of erections. He asked how many was a lot and I told him about a dozen. What I didn't specify was the time frame for this dozen boners, which covered the period during the classes BEFORE lunch. Of course, add a few boners during lunch and start counting them again after lunch. He said it was highly unlikely that I'd have a dozen different erections in a single day, but if I did it wasn't necessarily unhealthy. Looking back on it I guess he was feeling uncomfortable discussing this with me because curiosity alone should have made him ask what it was that gave me all these erections. What indeed?
Well, there's a bus ride...I get one there and in other ways too, but what made me think of this topic in the first place is that I have a way of getting a boner that is unusual. It's a totally subconscious thing because I can't control it. I've had what I think qualifies as a fetish. A haircut fetish, if you can believe that. This first appeared when I was about eleven years old. It started to occur to me that getting a haircut, watching some other boy get a haircut or just looking at a boy with a recent, short haircut would sometimes give me a hard, tight boner.
Now, I'm perfectly aware how odd this is, but that doesn't change the fact that it's there. Another odd aspect of this fetish is that the person getting the haircut has to be about my own age or it has no effect on me. Only boys about my age or younger...hell, I'm not in charge of making the rules for this fetish (and I don't know who is) but that's simply the way it is. Weird, no?
I remember asking my best friend JB when we were both 11 years old about the cool feeling of getting a boner during a haircut. JB said "What the FUCK are you talking about , Donny?" Hmmmmm? Was he just breaking my balls or was he serious? I tried once more another time and got the same response more or less so I figured ...... 'whoa' drop this topic fast. It must be just me.'
I added this to my list of " BIZARRE THINGS IN MY LIFE "..... This became the third MAJOR item on the list; there were lots of minor ones. the first of the three major ones:
(#1) happened when I was six years old (for reasons I've explained in earlier stories) my twelve year old half brother was PUT IN CHARGE OF RAISING ME and he spanked me regularly and without mercy. He started spanking me when I was six years old and he hasn't really stopped yet. Well, the last one I got was April of 2005 when I was 19. I am sure this was not something that happens to very many other boys.
(#2) at around age ten I just knew I was gay. Seems like a mighty young age to "know" you're gay, but I can remember laying in bed and going over it and over it: my conclusion was: I really liked boys and wanted to kiss and hug with them. That was my fantasy. To kiss and cuddle with a boy; not blow one or get blown or anything else. It started with just the desire to make-out with a boy...... I didn't think there was another gay boy in the little hick town I lived in and so I felt alone in my gayness!
(#3) .... at age eleven I discover that getting a haircut gives me a boner and can make me cum a few drops in my pants (a few drops at age 11; much more as I got older) ........... I had to believe that I'm also the only boy in my little hick town who has this happen to him.
SO THE QUESTION: WHY ME ????
WELL, DUH??? I"m not sure about any of them really, but here is my guess about the haircut thing: Looking back and with no facts to back me up, just intuition...I think maybe my half brother, Scott, spanked me into having a submissive nature and that getting a haircut is a submissive act in my subconscious mind. So it turns me on? I don't know really. Frankly, I have a lot of issues as a result of the way I was treated growing up and I have plans to seek help from a psychiatrist or psychologist, which ever is appropriate, after college (when I get a job and can pay them). Perhaps they will be able to explain the haircut fetish along with treating some other issues. In the meantime, I'm functioning pretty well with the help and support of my best friend JB and my boy friend Jimmy.
Just as an update, very recently the approach that my half brother Scott and the rest of my family have adopted towards me can only be viewed as conciliatory.
This is totally and unbelievably out of character for this group and it was an over night transformation too!! This led me to speculate (as described in my last story) that perhaps aliens from a star far, far away have taken over my families' bodies and forced them to "act human" ... irony can be fun! The aliens theory is still the best one I can come up with. No matter, I'm very grateful for the change whatever the cause.
Anyway, I don't mind getting a boner when I get a haircut because I'm a big fan of boners. And not just mine either. But the haircuts created a little mess down below when they began causing me to shoot a load in my pants (as I started doing occasionally at age 12 or 13).. In anticipation of the cum-in-my-pants possibility, on a haircut day, I began wearing jockey underpants with tissues folded up in front to absorb the cum. So I adjusted to this development, but I wish I could have felt I wasn't the only boy alive with this unusual propensity. My half brother was very controlling of me and one of the things he insisted on was I get a haircut every three weeks. I didn't fight him on this (or anything else for that matter) because I liked the boners in this case, but also I didn't want to get a spanking in any case.
Obviously no one knew about my fetish and I didn't even know it was a "fetish" for years. Every third Saturday Scott and I went for our haircuts and the barber would ask Scott "Same for Donny?" and Scott would say "yeah, close on the sides, Leo." This was cruel treatment for a kid approaching his teenage years and caused snickering among other kids who were in the barber shop. I remember thinking "You fucks better be careful or I'll tell JB you made fun of me and you're ass is going to be kicked all over that parking lot!!" But I never did tell JB because the entire scene was too embarrassing to talk about, I just fantasized about telling on them ....
At age 15 or so Scott let me go alone to get my haircut, but he made sure he'd left instructions so the barber never asked me how I wanted my hair cut, he just cut it the same way ( regular boy's special)
no matter what age I got to be. That was the instruction left by Scott. Our little hick town had just the one barber shop. Every year sometime in the late spring or early summer when Scott would leave instructions with Leo that my next haircut should be the summer buzz cut. I didn't know when it was coming exactly so when I sat down and all of a sudden the barber runs the clippers from my forehead to the back of my head I knew it was summer haircut time and also time to shoot a long stream of cum in my pants.
On those occasions I had better have the tissues in my underwear or there is going to be a BIG wet spot on the front of my pants. The difficult part as I got older and the orgasm got stronger was to try to control the squirming and to keep the moan I made during my ejaculations as quiet as I could manage. I usually turned the moan into a rough cough. It took a lot of concentration which detracted some from the climax...but not too much!
Now, if I had had a computer, say when I was 12 or 13 like most kids I knew did, I would have been reassured that there were tons of gay boys in the world. Also I would see that I wasn't the only person who had a haircut fetish. I would have discovered that my haircut fetish was MILD compared to some of the stuff on the Internet. I would have found out that in addition to not being the only gay boy in the world, there was a whole world of beautiful gay 'boy models' all over the WWW for me to ogle over. BUT, I did not have a computer. Computers had passed my brother, Scott, by and he simply didn't know anything about them and I did not ever nag him for anything. I knew better.
Scott's father heard me politely mentioning that a PC to use in college was sort of a necessity. I suggested quietly to Scott that it would make a wonderful graduation present. Scott's father interrupted us and said "Jesus Christ, Scott, you didn't get Donny a computer yet? He must be the only kid in school without one." It went something like that. So I got my first PC when I graduated High School. I was exposed to personal computers in high school of course, but you can't do much surfing there.....
Aside from liking the boner that a haircut caused, the idea of a haircut fetish was somewhat disturbing to me because I kind of felt like a freak. Who cums in their pants getting a haircut? At that time I had no idea of the huge number of fetish possibilities that I DIDN'T HAVE....OMG there are hundreds of fetishes and some are well known and some are not Now I know some of them, but back then I didn't even know what a fetish was and so I couldn't appreciate how innocuous this little fetish is. I still don't know very much about fetishes really, just that the only one I seem to have is the haircut one. Except for my guess about it being a submissive thing it's still really all a big mystery to me right up to this very day!!! It occurs to me that maybe being 'submissive' is a fetish and if so I have that fetish too, not just the haircut one....
I was embarrassed to talk about my haircut fetish and the other two items on my "BIZARRE THINGS ABOUT MY LIFE" list until I began communicating with other guys my age on the WWW. I'd just got my computer and during my Freshman year at college I began to exchange some of my life experiences with a few other kids my age on line. It was much easier typing these humiliating experiences than saying the same stuff out loud to someone. I eventually joined a gay story group called, surprisingly enough, A-Gay-Story-Group.
I began writing these true life experiences and posting them as "stories" in the hope that the whole process might act as some sort of a catharsis and maybe help improve my overall mental outlook.
Initially my boyfriend, Jimmy, was against this idea. But, once he realized that it was proving to be very therapeutic for me and reduced the depression bouts and crying jags I previously experienced he dropped his objection. It seems that writing out the stuff about my childhood...the spankings and humiliations and so-forth enables me to look at it all in a different light. When written out it doesn't seem to be as bad as the 'monstrosity' it seemed to be to me when I kept it all in my head. Writing it out helps me get things in proportion. It helps me recognize that a large portion of my life consisted of the normal ups and downs that most kids my age experienced.
There was the very disturbing initial two years with Scott when I was six and seven years old and trying to understand how my life had changed. There wasn't much good going on then, but once I understood that Scott was totally in charge of me then things stabilized and it's accurate to say that a lot of my day-to-day life became almost normal. The parts that weren't normal were basically inexcusably harsh and maybe criminal in some instances, but never in a sexual way. All of that considered, my goal now is to get past it, move on and be as mentally healthy as I can be. Also, while writing these stories it's great fun to relive the sexy parts with Jimmy. I include our happy sex life for entertainment value and so, in our old age, Jimmy and I can read them and maybe still be able to get a boner or at the very least remember when we could......
Scott's father is a career Army Sargent. He's in charge of an armory that accommodates various Army and National Guard Reserve units. He cleared out a lot of stuff from that armory one time and one of the things he brought home was professional barber tools. Clippers, scissors etc. They fascinated me and just holding them and turning on the clippers gave me little woodies.
So at some point when I was around 15 years old or so I talked JB into letting me give him a haircut and it turned-out that I was a natural at it. From that very first haircut the results looked great. I don't know how I knew how to do it, it just seemed obvious to me. JB cared about his appearance, he's always been extremely interested in the opposite sex and he felt a cool appearance was an asset in that regard. He checked-out the haircut and was incredulous. In JB's opinion it looked very professional and a little extra "kewl'. So, somehow, for some obscure reason I can cut hair. That's about what I had going for me. Plus, one more way to get a boner.. I discovered I get a boner from cutting a young guy's hair too.
JB has always been the untitled leader of our little group of seven boys. His father owns a auto repair garage and we had a storage shed that was attached to this garage for our head quarters, meeting spot...club house; we called it different things when we were different ages. This is where we'd hang out when there wasn't any sports oriented thing going on. It was really used the most during the summer and on weekends the year round. After JB's haircut the other guys let me give them haircuts too. They didn't really mind because they got the money from home for their haircut , I cut their hair and they kept the money. The parents were not in the loop at all and of course I didn't charge my buds anything.
My haircutting was so good right from the start that their parents thought their kid was still going to the barber shop. They SHOULD have thought that the barber finally had learned how to give a good haircut,
but apparently they weren't that astute. My little revenge against that butcher who called himself a barber (Leo and later, his son Little Leo)......he lost out on about $2300 during the almost three years I gave my buddies haircuts ha ha. Fuck you, Leo.
Needless to say my buddies had no idea this was a sexual turn on for me. Here I was a gay boy with no sexual out-let except my trusty hand and then, out of thin air, this haircut opportunity pops up. WOW!!
I got to touch the guys, not only their heads and hair but their shoulders and necks; pat them on their arm or back. It might seem a small thing now but then it was AWESOME! They thought I was a prodigy with hair cutting like Mozart was with music....(I feel to this day that the boys had come up with a very appropriate comparison there....me and Mozart ha ha ha) None of us could understand how I knew how to do it so well...I still don't know..... but what can I say?
Anyway, this haircutting thing had been going on for quite a while when something came along and topped the hair cutting by a million miles. At age 17 1/2 Jimmy came by my locker in school and asked me to walk home with him instead of taking the school bus. This was the walk when he said he wanted to tell me something, but I had to promise to keep it a secret. He was one of the last kids at school I would have thought was gay, but he was and he told me so. He thought he'd detected a possible gay action on my part. I would stare at certain boys on the bus. He also noticed that I usually sat one row behind and on the aisle to stare at Tim. I was attracted to this boy's looks. The cutest kid in our school, in my opinion, was Tyler. He was one of the kids who hung-out with JB and me so I got to give him haircuts which had me on the verge of spunking in my pants any number of times.
Even before the haircuts started I was fantasizing about Tyler. He was number one on my hit parade when I did my numerous jerk off sessions each day. Tyler had his own car and didn't take the school bus, so I stared at Tim instead. Boy watching has been my primary hobby from age eleven or there abouts. Jimmy caught me staring and
I was surprised about that. I thought I had perfected techniques to allow me to stare without being detected. I'd give myself headaches looking at Tim obliquely thinking if I stared that way no one could tell I was looking at him.
I also perfected my glazed look that was suppose to indicate I was deep in a fog , looking at nothing. I was, in fact, staring at Tim, but thought I was fooling everyone. During all this staring I fantasize about making out with him or giving him a haircut or hugging, feeling him up ...stuff like that. None of this fooled Jimmy though and BOY AM I GLAD OF THAT!!. My staring at the cute boys is what got Jimmy to approach me. I confessed to believing I was gay too, but had to admit that I'd never been with another boy for sex of any kind. Jimmy said "I'll take care of that real quick." And he did too.
Jimmy was not in JB's posse. Jimmy hung out with kids from his classes at school. I knew him, but not well and I was never in one of his classes because he is a real smart kid and in all A1 classes. My classes started with a higher letter. Not knowing him very well I didn't mention anything about my haircutting skills and the first time I gave Jimmy a haircut was a year and a half later, during the first night we spent together in the apartment we had for college. That led to the "fetish fuck" which is cuming up a little later. Anyway, back then Jimmy and I agreed to be 'jerk-off' buddies and we had the right place to have fun in too. My bedroom was available for about two hours every week day. That's the place we ran to that first afternoon, with my heart beating fast from excitement and nervousness in equal parts.
In earlier stories I've described Jimmy's full-body-contact jerk-off lessons. From the first minute together neither Jimmy nor I were the least bit shy. We got undressed in front of each other within five minutes of getting to my room. I'd done everything so many times in my fantasies that I was primed and ready to go. It's just that I was shocked at how much better everything was in real life than it was in my fantasies. You'd usually expect the opposite to be true, but it wasn't for me.
The thrill of touching a real live boy for the first time, with both of us naked is something I'll never forget. The silkiness of Jimmy's skin and the pleasant, somehow sexy way he smelled had me dizzy with pleasure. He barely touched my cock that first afternoon and I shot what was, up till then, the biggest load of my life. The sensations that first day were really too much for me to handle all at once.
Jimmy was somewhat callous in our early sessions and didn't really warm up to me for quite a long time. He was the expert at gay boy sex because he'd had two years experience with his cousin who was two years older than Jimmy.
The cousin graduated high school and joined the Coast Guards leaving Jimmy without a gay playmate the beginning of our Junior year. Jimmy began the search for a replacement immediately, but he took months finding me. He told me later he wasn't real crazy about me. He thought I was too 'silly'. I think he meant he didn't appreciate my humor. I was and still am immature for my age. He was still willing to share some sex with me though because I was the only 'game' in town that he knew about. He was the only one I knew about too.
Our early days were all about different ways of jerking each other off. Always completely naked and with as much of our naked bodies touching each other as possible. These have been described in other stories and I must say I still haven't heard of any better jerk off positions then the ones Jimmy and his cousin came up with.
I had an enormous crush on Jimmy almost from the start and I tried to talk him into kissing, but he would have none of that. "That's too gay!!!" Him and his cousin never did it and we weren't going to either.
Jimmy most definitely did not have a crush on me. It was sex and discussing sex for two hours and then that was it for interaction between us. It was all about getting "off" as far as Jimmy was concerned. I'd get, at most, a nod in the hallway at school from him. My buds wanted to know what I was doing after school lately and I told them the story Jimmy had come up with about him tutoring me in math. "Bummer!" is what my buds said...they felt sorry for me...
I tried every thing I could think of to get on Jimmy's good side and he warmed up a little after a month or so. He asked me, after we'd been jerking each other off for 6 or 7 weeks, if I ever thought about licking another boy's dick. In truth I wanted to say "just about every other couple of minutes", but I didn't because he'd thrown me off earlier with the remark about kissing being too gay! So, what would he think about sucking cock? I said "Did you ever do it?" and Jimmy explained that his cousin and him had done it a couple times I thought, right.... probably closer to a couple hundred times, but I wasn't going to challenge Jimmy when we're finally making progress.
Ironically I was the one for the first six weeks or so who didn't want to do anything except jerking each other off because I stupidly didn't think it was possible for anything to feel as good as the full-body-contact jerk-offs, and certainly nothing could be better. Jimmy had me cuming harder than I thought was possible with the jerking off..... But HA!, did I find out!
I told Jimy that if he had already tried licking his cousin's dick and he thought it was pretty cool, we should try it too. With that Jimmy started my blow job training. Believe it or not it was more fun than high school... yeah, quite a number of times more fun!!! I took to sucking cock like a hobo takes to a ham sandwich. We were facing each other laying on our sides in my bed after one of our jerk off maneuvers and Jimmy says why don't I move on down and lick the head of his dick. I did a phony hesitation then slowly squirm down the bed so my face was level with his dick. Boy did it look nice so close up. I loved his pubes right from the first time I saw them. Jimmy doesn't have regular pubes like mine. His are curly like mine, but softer. The texture is more like the hair on his head then the normal pubes I saw on every other guy I ogled in the showers at school.
By this time I was very use to Jimmy's smell which I'd become addicted to. I leaned in and licked the head of his soft cock and there was a very minor taste which I hoped was a drop of cum from our last jerk off. "Lick it some more Donny, I have a feeling you'll like it." And Jimmy was right, I did like it.
I rested my hand right in his pubes at the base of his cock and holding his cock in my fist I licked across the cock head numerous times and felt his cock firming up inside my fist. What a cool feeling to know I caused Jimmy's cock to get hard. I licked some more and he instructed me how to suck it without touching it with my teeth. I had no problem with that move either and did I ever enjoy sucking that cock! Shortly it got as hard as it ever got during a jerk off. My dick started to get hard too and this new type of double stimulation was exciting, very exciting.
I sucked and licked with Jimmy telling me what felt best. After about 15 minutes or I began to feel as though I was going to cum. I told Jimmy and he was surprised because I wasn't jerking myself off at all. I'd just gotten really turned on from sucking his cock. He said I should try to get him to cum before I came so I began concentrating on jerking him off while I was sucking the head of his cock. I licked and sucked and fisted that boner of his and he started squirming and rubbing my hair grunting.".that's it ...yeah just like that".
In short order I felt a few sprayed drops blow out the pee hole right in my mouth and I pulled it out of my mouth sucking on it all the way out and Jimmy yells "OHHHHHH" and lets loose a nice stream of cum right in my face with some splattering in my mouth. His bucking pulled his cock out of my fist and Jimmy took hold of his boner to stroke it his own special way..
I used my fist to jerk on my own cock and it didn't take much till I shot a big stream of cum on the bed. Jesus, I was squealing and yipping and squeezing my boner tight to get the cum moving up and out. I was in my own little world for a moment.
Jimmy was continuing to take care of his really nice looking cock too. Shortly we both had big smiles on our faces and it's the first time I sensed a warm camaraderie feeling from Jimmy. I reached over to touch his arm. He just nodded his head, looking in my eyes and smiled some more. A friendship was starting and I thought, about fooking time too.
We didn't forget about the different jerk off procedures, but oral sex definitely was our primary sex act for months. I couldn't get enough. Jimmy sucked me off regularly too and he could take my cock head in his throat which drove me wild. His cousin had insisted on the deep throat and within that two-some, the cousin was in charge. With Jimmy and me, of course Jimmy was in charge. He'd gotten promoted. We both swallowed cum right from the start and as our friendship grew all the sex got hotter and hotter.
I was full blown in love with him by now and Jimmy's feelings for me had moved all the way up to 'he liked me OK'. Progress!! We talked like buddies in between our sex now and he took an interest in my school work and helped me pull up a couple of my grades. My half brother Scott has always admired Jimmy because he'd see Jimmy's name in our hick town weekly newspaper for winning one award or the other in school from middle school up through high school etc.
And, also, Jimmy wasn't JB! This was a huge point in his favor as far as Scott was concerned. Scott wanted me to see as little of JB as possible and with Jimmy entering the picture everything worked out great from Scott's point of view. It looked to Scott like I was following his instructions to hang out with someone other than JB (who was and is straight as an arrow but who I love like an identical twin brother)
Speaking of Scott.......the spankings were fairly rare during this period, but not eliminated by a long shot.
When I was seventeen every 8 to 10 weeks or so I would have bruises on my ass and the back of my thighs
from a brutal spanking. Scott would write me notes to excuse me from gym class when the bruising on my ass was too pronounced. I told Jimmy the minimum I could get away with about Scott's spankings because it was very humiliating discussing being spanked at age 17, but he saw me naked four or five days a week so I had to admit to it.
My other buddies knew I was punished hard, but I used the term "beat me up" as in Scott beat me up for coming home late last night. I did not say the word 'spanking', but that's what they were. Me standing in the basement, bare ass with Scott holding me around the shoulder with one arm and walloping away with the palm of the open hand of his other arm. Me 5'7" and 120 pounds and Scott 6'2" and 220 pounds, maybe more by then.
Jimmy and I discussed the spankings very little. They were just a fact of my life and we concentrated on something we could control like a good, long blow job or a full-body-contact-jerk-off, stuff like that. As our cock sucking developed Jimmy surprised me one day by pushing on my bum hole for a while with a spit-lubed finger and then pushing it in me. WOW was that unexpected and I didn't know if I liked it at first, but it started to turn me on and my cock just exploded. It was a thrilling new addition and we began finger fucking each other even when we weren't sucking each others' cocks.
For example, Jimmy would squirm his hand under my ass as we lay on my bed recovering from one kind of sex or another and in would go a finger. I wiggled around on it and before long it was up as far as it could go. We did a lot of finger fucking while jerking each other off and during blow jobs. It was such a rush to be that deep into Jimmy's body and to see how hot he got and knowing it was me that caused him to get that hot!!
During the second half of our senior year, as we were undressing in my bedroom after school, Jimmy ask me if I'd ever thought of fucking another boy. This was an area that scared me because I just couldn't see how it would be anything but painful for the one getting fucked. We'd had a lot of finger fucking fun, but our cocks were bigger than our fingers and even the finger felt tight. It might be hot for the one doing the fucking, but there was still that troubling issue of....well, that's where shit comes out and how far up there was the shit anyway?
So I'd never fantasized about fucking. The boys in our town called it 'cornholing'. I don't know how 'cornhole' got to mean anal sex but it did in our town. And when you were joking around with your bud you might call him a 'cornholer'. Just like we'd call each other 'homos'. For example, JB might say in response to someones' smart ass remark "Hey, blow me!" and the other kid would respond "you wish!! you cornholer" or someone would ask "what do you homos want to do this afternoon?"...It's the way we talked. None of us took it seriously. In any case, I'd eliminated the cornholing from my gay fantasy stuff... I thought maybe much older gay people did that. I was not progressive in my thinking in those days.
So I told Jimmy "no, I hadn't given cornholing any serious consideration at all". It wasn't something I could see myself doing. Jimmy was stuck on the subject though and without pushing too hard continued to bring it up. He mentioned how his first reaction when his cousin brought it up was just like mine. He had to admit though that his cousin had been right, boy screwing was wicked cool and felt great for both guys. This went on for a couple days and one Friday I had a counter offer. I said I'd try it... ..I'd let Jimmy fuck me if he'd try kissing. "No way am I kissing another guy" and Jimmy was emphatic! "OK, then no cornholing!" was my retort. Hmmmmm... I knew Jimmy was hot to get the screwing going so I held out for the kissing and he came around like I knew he would. We were getting to know each other pretty well by now. It was less than two months to go until our first anniversary.
"First some kissing" I insisted; "because when was the last time somebody got fucked without kissing?" "The last time I got fucked" Jimmy muttered, because he and his cousin never kissed once in there entire two years together. But, Jimmy knew he was going to have to do the kissing before he could do the fucking.
He swore there was no way he was going to enjoy this, "but let's get it over with".
We were finished undressing by now so I walked right up to him and put my arm around his neck and put my lips on his lips and left them there. Jimmy wouldn't kiss back, but I kept puckering my lips on his and he blurted out a laugh. He said he felt stupid and this wouldn't work. I said it better work or no boy cunt for you. I said it like the soup Nazi on Seinfeld says "no soup for you!" We both loosened up a little
and Jimmy prepared for another attack on his lips. This time I kissed his lips and then I kissed both cheeks. Then little kisses at each end of his mouth. I was trying to get him use to it. I did it a couple of times then told Jimmy he had to kiss me back...... I tried the little lip kiss and he kissed back and I knew I was going to love kissing him BIG TIME!! "Again, with feeling" I said and we kissed a real honest to god kiss, followed by another one. I kissed him much more than he kissed me at first, but I could sense he was coming around to the kissing and he started to initiate some of it.
We were just doing regular lips kissing for a while there. And then we did a longer kiss, kind of held one and we tried them for a while until my tongue slipped into his mouth and I groaned with pleasure as my boner went up. Jimmy's mouth was so perfect and his saliva was so juicy I couldn't get enough. Jimmy got right into the french kissing and he moved in closer to me and put his arm around my shoulder and we were definitely doing mutual kissing now. I needed to breath some air in because I simply had stopped breathing.
Jimmy and me stepped apart and took a couple of deep breaths as we looked at each other. "Well I'll be god damned, that's is so fucking hot" Jimmy said, while I just grinned from ear to ear and shook my head in agreement. "I knew it would be even though you're the first boy I ever kissed " I told him. Then I added "I've kissed a thousand boys in my dreams though.... and you and I kissed just like I kiss in my dreams". Maybe I'm a natural at this too....
Making out with another boy was my dreamed of 'adolescent gay paradise'. Jimmy and I went back at it and all too soon I tried to pull away to keep from shooting cum all over us, but I wasn't quick enough and I shot a stream of cum up between our bodies and squealed into Jimmy's face with each follow up spurt. Our hearts were thumping and our faces and lips were bright red and shiny with saliva ...the deep breaths followed one after the other. I looked down to see a drop of pre cum on Jimmy's boner, a little smile on my lips when I looked back up to his face with his long-lashed eyes sparkling, as usual. He looked beautiful to me and the after affect of my climax was like a weird second or two of dead silence. I dreamily thought "I can hear the blood ticking in my head...." and then I was back in the moment with Jimmy in our real world and all the sounds that go with that.
That was the first of the many. many times that Jimmy has made me cum just from a hot make-out. I looked at him and then down at our cum-covered chests and stomachs and said "holy shit!". He nodded his head and we sat close together on my bed and laid back on it our sides still touching and Jimmy's arm went under my neck. Real affection at last. He's easy, it only took me just short of a year to get some affection out of him and it was the kissing!! I knew it was going to be the kissing all along. After a few minutes I helped Jimmy get his load off and it shot straight up and then gravity brought it back down to mix on his stomach with my cum from the make-out climax. We were having some fun now!!!!
In the weeks that followed we developed our kissing technique and it seemed natural to add some 'licking' and we both got into that right away too. When I see the pics of boy models kissing now in the gay boy groups, I marvel at the fact that Jimmy's and my kissing evolved over time to be just like the boy models kiss. It must be a natural gay way to kiss. I've never seen a movie where two straights ( a man and a woman naturally) kiss like we do it. Hey, maybe they do and I just haven't seen the right movie. I know for sure that a straight love story isn't going to get me to go to the movies!! So maybe I just missed it.
"That was one of the most surprising things that's ever happened to me, Donny" Jimmy told me quietly that first kiss day. He had honestly thought he would hate kissing, but instead he loved it almost from the beginning. He said he'd been wondering for sometime if he was Bi or maybe even straight and just having some boy sex fun. He'd read where that sort of thing is prevalent in the English boys' boarding schools. But now with the kissing he has to admit to himself, "I really am gay".
I was completely taking by surprise to hear this because he told me he was gay way back when... So I said "I thought you were gay from the start." and he explained that because we were going to be doing gay sex he'd just told me he was gay, but he had questions about how long his interest in boys would last etc. I thought to myself. 'What bull shit!.. This is supposedly the smartest kid in our school and he hasn't figured out he's gay yet? After two years with his cousin and all this time with me? He can't figure it out until I kiss him?? Jesus Christ, maybe
I better have somebody check that homework he did for me before I turn it in.' I thought that, but I didn't say it. Not when things were really going my way at last!!
What the hell; people tell themselves many lies and rationalize lots of things and I felt good it was my kissing that got him to give up the bull shit and enjoy being gay. I loved that. Jimmy is smart at school stuff but not in everything, as I found out a number of times since I've known him and the incident described in "The Bad Nurse Screw" was just one of those times. Good to know he's human....
After we rested some Jimmy said that we didn't have enough time for our first fuck this afternoon but how about a sleep over. It's Friday and he said that way he could fuck me all night and we could sleep in on Saturday morning. We had been dealing with college issues, like should we try going to the same college etc...Jimmy was kind of lukewarm either way really; but the kissing which led to the fucking was the turning point. Jimmy who ended up doing most of the fucking loved that role. When he and his cousin were together his cousin did almost all the fucking and Jimmy didn't like being the bottom all that much.
As you'll see shortly, with Jimmy and me as the couple, Jimmy became the 'top' about 90% of the time and as the top man Jimmy couldn't get enough! After that development, we were determined to go to the same college and be room mates. No fucking question about that. We discovered we're horny, horny gay boys who are addicted to making out and fucking. ........ Everything else was hot, hot, hot but this took it all the way over the top. We got a taste of it and that settled it. We were not going to miss out on this!!!
So even though during the coming months it got very confusing and stressful at times, we were determined,
and we finally got Scott on the same page as Jimmy's parents and all the arrangements were finally made. I didn't think it was going to happen at least ten times and I shed the tears to prove it, but somehow Jimmy got it to work... We would be at the same college and in the same apartment. If the kissing had come later we might not have had enough time to make it happen ..I insisted on the kissing and so; god damnit, I am a genius after all (just like Mozart).
That's how it turned out but we didn't know that prior to our first try at anal intercourse. That day I called Scott's cell phone and said Jimmy was helping with a school project so would it be OK if he stayed the night and we'd finish the project tomorrow morning. No problem because Scott was a Jimmy fan. If it involved Jimmy I usually got a 'yes'. We walked to Jimmy's house to inform his mom and get a few things he'd need. We were both kind of giddy and I was kinda nervous too. But happy.
Scott fixed our dinner and I managed to avoid Scott's wrath during the meal and Jimmy and I did the dishes and clean up. Around 7:30 Scott was off to do something with his fiance and I knew from past experience he didn't get done doing what ever they were doing till 1:00 AM or so. He'd been engaged for almost a year at that time which was just under two years ago from when I'm writing this......so I know now that they didn't get married. I got blamed for that too. The family gossip was that Scott had to pass up the marriage because he didn't want to get married until I had graduated college. He didn't think it would be fair to me. WHAT UTTER BULL SHIT!! What was best for me rarely if ever decided anything in our house. That really pissed me off at the time (you can see I'm totally over it two years later) because I heard some of the fights he and his girl friend got into and I can assure you my name never came up. She was a self centered bitch just like our (Scott's and my) mother is. Do guys get attracted to women who subconsciously remind them of their mother? Does Jimmy remind me of my mother?? HA HA HA NO HE DOESN'T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Mommy dearest works at the restaurant/bar from sometime in the afternoon until 11PM, but then she stays to smoke Marlboro Light cigarettes and drink VO and water until she smells bad and slurs her words. She is good looking though and everyone thinks she is much younger than she is (she was 40 then....she had Scott at age 16 and me at age 22). She's also quite a flirt I've heard and the person who told me didn't mean it as a compliment.. Her ex-husband who divorced her when she got pregnant with me (she screwed two boys who were buddies the same evening and consequently doesn't know which one is my 'daddy'...I wanted to say that it was undoubtedly the cutest one...ha ha ha! Needless to say those words did not leave my mouth). In any case, Scott's dad moved back in with her when I was six, but they never re-married.
That's how I got to meet my half brother Scott who has taken such a keen interest in me ever since. OUCH!
OUCH! OUCH! ETC!!!
Anyway, Scott's dad isn't home this weekend of Jimmy and my first fuck so it's just him and me till around 1:00AM. I went looking for the monopoly game. Not really! We decided to turn in early, like as soon as Scott pulled out of the drive way. We used the lube that was available to us. It's a generic brand of unscented baby oil that my mother uses to take off her make-up. Just one more weird thing to add to the list, but that's what we had. If it had that regular
baby lotion smell it just wouldn't do somehow, but this had no odor at all.
Since this was our first try at fucking, as an exception, we by-passed the make out and went right to step one. Jimmy sticks his slippery finger up my bum hole. I'd come to like the feeling of the finger fucks even if we were doing it after I'd just cum, which wasn't the case here anyway. It felt good and it was Jimmy's finger so I liked that. Jimmy had filled me in on how he and his cousin had fucked the first time and that's our only model so we followed it. We're both naked in bed on our sides with Jimmy laying behind me fingering my ass.
The laying on your side method of gay boy fucking is suppose (according to the cousin) to be the one you want for beginners. Like my last story when I went for my ski lesson they started us beginners on what they called the "bunny slope". "Bunny slope" isn't a name designed to get real 'men' interested in skiing I shouldn't think, but that's what they call it. So I was on the 'bunny slope' of gay boy fucking. Jimmy stuck his second finger in and the bunny changed immediately into a large jack rabbit! "WAIT!!" I yelled "Do it slower..work it in slow!" It felt like he did some damage in my rectum.....
Jimmy is a patient sex partner so he took it slow. I felt he was trying to accommodate my concerns so I tried not to complain that it still hurt. In addition to the fingers loosening up my hole Jimmy was rubbing his cock on my ass cheeks and crack..it was a hard and slippery feeling and of course it felt huge although I know we're both not that big. A tough over five inches and average diameter. He said we should try to put it in and I said OK. Jimmy told me to pretend I was trying to push out a turd. I thought 'what a lovely romantic thought!'... but I did what he told me and the head of his cock was inside me just like that.
It hurt more than the two fingers, but I was so excited to have his cock inside my body that I didn't pay too much attention to the ache in my rectum...and it did ache! Jimmy said "Fuck! This is wicked tight Donny. Feels great...wait till you see!" I know he was encouraging me by reminding me that I'd have my turn too so I should persevere...which I intended to do but I smiled at how subtle he was. As subtle as a manhole cover.......
He told me we'd wait a bit and he'd push in a little more and that's what we did, but the pain stayed with me and my dick was shrinking and absolutely no sexual arousal for me so far. He'd go in a little more and the pain continued, but didn't get worse so that was encouraging. Over time we have found that the best way for me is Jimmy pushing all the way in right away.
It's still painful, but the pain seems to leaves quicker instead of this drawn out constant pain. Jimmy's preference is for me to enter him slowly and I guess others have a different choice, but a quick thrust is the best way for me.
When we're screwing I want to get to that erogenous zone that follows after the pain fades, as quick as I can ....get to where Jimmy's cock is all the way inside me and the pain has faded away and I'm feeling sexually turned on ALL OVER my body. A 'filled up' feeling is awesome. Any place he touches me feels awesome. My bum hole feels awesome. It makes me lick my lips and hump back into Jimmy and I want to touch and rub his body and kiss and lick him all over too. That's the goal I look for when Jimmy fucks me and to hell with the pain it takes to get there. On the other hand many gay guys are never a bottom because it just doesn't do it for them I guess. I can't imagine why but there it is.
This first time, however, I wasn't yet aware that there was this erogenous zone awaiting me. I was concerned that damage was being done inside me as Jimmy went all the way in till his pubes tickled my ass cheeks. The ache was a different kind than I'd experienced before. It wasn't like a normal muscle ache such as I'd get the day after I played basketball for the first time that year and used muscles that haven't been used for a while. This was a scary ache deep inside me feeling like I was injured; but it was one that was slowly fading away.
I told Jimmy it seems to be getting better. I thought I heard him mutter "about time" but I can't be sure. I was just happy it was getting better. Jimmy reached over me and grabbed my cock to jerk on it four or five times, but it stayed soft. He pulled his cock out some and I said that it hurt again and he reached over me and squeezed my nuts and I yelped as he humped in and out of me a few times. I was concentrating on my nuts now which were also aching.
I started to say something and Jimmy took my nuts in his hand again and squeezed just a little and said "let's not talk for a bit" he followed this request with another squeeze and four or five thrusts in and out of my hole . Still some pain, but I was patient and after a few minutes it began to feel good...then real good and I involuntarily pushed back as he was thrusting in and we were off and running. He fucked me like we'd been at it for years. I couldn't believe how turned on I was, how wonderful it felt and how close I felt to Jimmy and hoped he felt to me....
It got feeling so fantastically good I was making sounds and cooing and reaching backwards over Jimmy's side to grab his bare ass and squeeze it. Truthfully up till that moment I had never felt anything as sexually satisfying as this fuck... Jimmy was grunting and my cock had quickly gotten painfully hard. It was so intense it was a feeling of frustration almost....I was pushing back on his cock with every thrust and jerking myself off in rhythm with Jimmy's pumping and I squealed in a strange voice as I arched my back and shot a burning stream of cum up under my chin..followed by five weaker ones and the feelings I had spread out from my groin and bum hole in all directions.
I could get the air in me or out of me in any kind of rhythm. The intense pleasure of the hard climax was running up to my stomach and down my thighs; my toes and fingers curling tight. The tightened sphincter muscle caused by the contractions of my cum shots had Jimmy in a fury of quick, rabbit like pumps in and out of me and then shortly after my climax he let out grunt after grunt and my ass was squishy with his cum.
I felt it running down my ass cheeks all the way to pool around the back of my balls.
We were in our own worlds for a bit with short, quick breaths followed by some panting and then the usual "oh, shit was that a trip .." And we had a safe landing. It was awesome..I couldn't even remember the ache or pain...totally forgotten. Total success. When I turned my head around to look at him Jimmy was beaming that look that said 'I told you so!' and I was doing little head shakes indicating 'I can't believe how great that was' and we were happy little gay boys!!! Jimmy was everything to me now, I wanted to feel that feeling again.
We rolled over on our backs side by side and this exotic feeling covered my body like a goose down comforter.... all warm and safe and snugly. I wanted Jimmy to hold me tight, but I knew better than to push it. I loved where we were at and didn't want to take a chance on changing the atmosphere. So I settled for no comforter and no Jimmy's arms holding me tight, but I still felt fabulous and couldn't stop smiling.
An hour or so later, because it had gone so well the first time, we tried it the same exact way . Same positions too, I would get my chance to fuck Jimmy later. I didn't fight it at all because I wanted to experience everything again too, just like we did it the first time. My boy hole was too sore though and it didn't go well at all the second time. My boy cunt was wicked sore; not use to this treatment at all. I never came close to climaxing and Jimmy said I complained so much he couldn't cum either. So, we should have stopped after the first huge success but we didn't. After a while we tried a half hearted attempt at me fucking Jimmy, but he called it off after 10 minutes or so when I still barely had the head of my cock in. "What, hurt too much, Jimmy?" I asked sarcastically. "No, you're doing something wrong!" was the testy reply from Jimmy. After a pause.."Let's call it a night." was Jimmy's suggestion/order.
Initially it had been a total success, but we went for too much for a 'first time' and ruined the night in the end. Never mind, we both remembered the earlier first big triumph!! That was enough to have us looking to the future. 'Fucking' each other took over everything and I did get my chance with Jimmy and I climaxed inside him like I was peeing, there was that much cum. Overall though we decided that Jimmy doing the screwing generally gave us the most pleasure. This conclusion came after a few months and I don't remember contributing to the final decision, but I'm not complaining. I'll be the first to say that I defer to Jimmy because I actually like it better that way. I feel no pressure if I know we're doing stuff the way Jimmy wants it done. I know I have a submissive personality, submissive nature if you prefer, but I like it that way. I really do! I have told Jimmy I wish he'd be MORE assertive with me, but it's not his nature to enjoy total dominance. Overall I think we have just about the right amount of whatever each of us needs from and for the other. It's pretty much a miracle, but there it is.
To be continued: Conclusion, including "The Fetish Screw" our first night at college. Donny Mumford ...... thinat20@yahoo.com