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Memories of my First, part 1
My first acquaintance
Added comments:
A reader, Cspecial, was so kind to make some criticism on this story.
So, I want to add some lines here to correct some deficiencies of the narrative.
I have to explain a little the background of this story to better understand it. The story occurs in 40's. More than 60 years ago. In an unnamed country that was living under a catholic dictatorship. The place was a catholic orphanage ruled by the Sisters of Mercy, a group founded by Saint Vincent of Paul. This school has two types of boys. Those that have a mum that com to visit them almost each Sunday, and those who don't. The first group can go two or three months on vacations during the summer with their mum or relatives, while the second group don't. The first group can learn a lot of vulgar and obscene words when they are outside on vacations. While the first group can learn some sinful stuff outside, the second group can learn it only through the first.
During the Sunday visits, the first group receive food, fruits and comic books from their mums, so they are perhaps better fed. So, you have to image a school in a time where there not radios, nor TV. I had no mum, but I was able to read all the comic books that went there; and also some leaves of newspapers that were used to wrap food into a parcel. I was a rather well tamed boy, with a good attitude, and I was one of the few that liked to study.
Now here comes the story.
Some people like to hear a tale about the first time sexual act.
There is not an unique first time experience, but several. So, here I am going to tell you about my several first times. For each one occurred in the course of a year or two, and can be considered like my `first steps' in development of my sexual experience. This are acts that you never forget.
These memories can soothe the last years of life, pouring over them the bliss of the younger years.
When I was a kid I passed 8 eight years in an orphanage school that was ran by catholic nuns. So I was in this religious boarding school from my eighth year to my sixteenth. It was a forlorn childhood, except for a few flashes of sexual fun. We were about three hundred kids in that school, and all of us were wearing blue shorts made of a very light cotton fabric, a cheap blue shirt that fleeced easily and white underpants.
The fabric of our clothes was the cheapest in the market and threadbare. So they were often darned and sometimes patched, with old clothed discarded as too old rags. To mend all those clothes they had a room full of ladies that passed the six days of the week darning and patching clothes.
About food... well they were very bad times, and hunger was a thick spread on our daily bread; it was the quarter of a roll that weighted four ounces.
The place had a big playing yard and many classrooms on the ground floor; sleeping dorms, showers and toilets were up, in the first floor. We were all confined into this place all day except for going to the dinning room that was in other part of the school.
We all raised up early in the morning, with the first light. Then nun appeared ranging a bell to awake us. Then when we were already awaken she greeted aloud,
"Raise up your hearts!"
We were waking up and we replied,
"We already had them upon the Lord!"
The we formed in lines and went to mass every morning to a chapel that was at the right hand as you enter into the school. The chapel was bigh enough for the three hundred kids, plus a dozen nuns or so.
One part of the orphanage was recently built, but it was not used yet for lack of electric mechanisms and furniture. We barely new there was this part. But one day, when this story started, I inspected this place very well. I was about 13 years old, and we were playing in the yard in a sunny day. But the nun that was in charge of watching the corridor went outside to some business and the watch was deserted for a short time.
Then, as I saw the corridor free, and I went out to explore an unknown world. So, I was wandering by a yard full of dirt and sand, and I found a new part of the orphanage. It had a lot of big new rooms. I was there watching when it appeared another boy, perhaps two or three years older than me. He had a very tanned skin and was taller and starker than me. He looked like a black boy, but was not a total black. For his nose was not flat, and his lips were not very thick. He must had to be "new" in the school, because I had not seen him before.
"Hi." I greeted him in a low voice.
"Hi." He said.
We remained quite for a while then he said,
"Do you see?"
"Do I see what?"
"Look here." He said looking down at his shorts.
I watched at them and said,
"See what?"
"Here. You see?" he pointed at his shorts.
"You want me to watch your shorts?"
"No, silly. It's not my shorts. I'm horny!"
"I don't see other than your shorts."
"No. Look here." He was pointing to a bulge he had on his shorts.
"What's that?"
"My `dick'. I'm horny, you see?"
"What's a dick?"
"It is... the `uglything', as you say here."
"You mean this bulge is it, your `uglything'? You got it sick?"
"It's not sick, jerk. It has a hardon."
"What is that?"
He was almost pissed off.
"What's... A hardon is this. It has risen up. And now it's hard as a rock."
"What happens then? Is it ill?"
He barely concealed his annoyance.
"Fuck! No! It's not ill! It's only stiff. It's as hard as a wooden stick."
"But why? You have to see a doctor. The doc comes tomorrow. Ask the sister for the doc examine your `uglything'. Tell the nun your thing is as hard as a wooden stick."
"Don't be silly! I don't need a doc. My dick is Ok! It's just... I'm horny."
"What's that, horny?"
"You are not that silly, are you?"
"Sorry! But I am the first of my class in maths. I can solve in a flash all sort of arithmetic problems"
"Maths? What shit is this!"
"You do not know... what are maths?"
"Fuck, no! What I bother now is my horny dick. This means I got a boner. You've never had a boner?"
"What?"
"A boner."
"What's... what's that?"
He puffed impatiently. Then he pulled down his shorts and underwear to show me a very big `uglything'. It was very dark and more thicker than the turds I defecate in the toilets. His black thing had had a big head. A head with a dark single eye in its face, like Polyphemus. And thought, it was watching directly at me.
"You see? A hard thing like this... this is a boner. And when we are like this it is said one is horny. Look, I'm horny as hell. You see?"
I watched and was amazed. For his thing was much darker than his skin that was of a light chocolate color. Then, I saw he had a lot of hairs around the base of his big thing. I often had watched the peckers of other boys, but I never watched any pee-pee so gross and so thick as his.
He saw I was quite amazed watching his dick. I never had seen hairs in such a place before. I guess the black pecker could have been as large as five inches, while mine was much smaller and flabby.
"You don't have yet any hairs?" He asked.
Then he grabbed my hand and put my fingers on his hairs.
"Feel them." He said. "Do you have hairs that long?"
"No. I don't have any."
I was caressing the hair his had around the thing. I had never heard anybody chatting about hairs in there.
"Well, in a year or two, you will have hair like this."
"Will I?"
"Yeah. Everybody has them."
"But I haven't."
"Cause you are still a kid. In a year or two, you will see them to growing up in the same place as me. All bigger boys have them."
"Around the... uglything?"
"Yeah. Your dick will grow bigger also."
"Will it grow? As bigger as yours?"
"Not that much. For I got a big one. I've a big one cause... I've got African blood'..." he dragged the word blood. "African blood running through my veins. This stuff is that makes dicks grow much bigger. My father was from Senegal, you know? But my mom was white. So, I'm half a white boy and half a black one."
"Then you are then half and half?"
"Yeah. That is why I am not very dark. But I got a real black dick. It is a big one, made of real `negro' stuff, you see? For negro means black."
He was proudly showing me his dick. He wanted me to watch his black big dick. He was real proud of his real black stuff. And I was totally amazed. Both with its size, its color, and its black eye in the middle of its face. My eyes for fixed on this eye, like a dove when it is watched by the snake.
Then, he grabbed my hand and put it on his gross pecker. My fingers were wrapping his big black pee-pee. It was a real huge one.
"You see? It's hard. Press it. Press it to see how hard it is."
Then I pressed with my fingers and...
"Feel it well. It's all yours. Play with it all you like."
I pressed again with my fingers and felt it was thick, hard and hot. Then I moved my hand up and down a little and it had some little jerks like it was an alive animal. I was stunned at the feeling that produced that thing in my hand. It was an amazing phenomenon. Then, I had the tip of my index finger over a vein, and I felt the thumps of his heart beating. I felt the bits on the tip of my finger. Thump, thump, thump, thump. It was beating like this. I seemed to me I was hearing the thumping of his heart.
"Why is it so hard?" I asked him.
"Cause it's hot."
"And why is it hot?"
"Cause it is hard. You never had it hard?"
"No. My thing is always flabby."
"You have to jerk it this way. You see?"
He grabbed my hand and started to show me how to jerk up and down my hand on this gross uglything. I was a little disconcerted and curious at the same time.
"Why do we do all this?"
"This is the way to make it hard."
"And why do you want it hard?"
"When it is hard it feels good. Now I will teach you how to do it."
I did nothing, then he pulled down my shorts and underwear and took my little `uglything' in his fingers. It was totally flabby. I had a weird feeling to have someone's touching at my pecker. Then, he started to play his fingers on it and it slowly began to swell and get hard. As the thing was growing up, it felt good. After a while my wimpy thing was pretty stiff.
"You see? It is already stiff."
"Oh! That's amazing! Now what?"
"You have to play like this for a while." He was playing with my thing for a while going up and down. "Then, you have to feel the pleasure coming up from your balls the tip of your little dick."
I was feeling good at my thing. His fingers were doing magic.
"Oh! It really feels good!"
"I told you."
Then he stood up and said,
"Now, lesson two. You have suck me." He was pointing to his stiff `uglything'.
"Are you crazy? No way!"
"Yeah. You have to do it."
"No. This is the `uglything' you pee with. It's disgusting."
"It is not disgusting. It feels very good when you suck it."
"No. It smells of pee and is disgusting."
"No. It is not." He said. "How do you know is disgusting if you do not taste it? It does not smell bad."
"If I put this in... you are going to pee in my mouth."
"No. Don't be silly. It is not like this."
"No. I don't want you to pee in my mouth."
"Look, I am going to teach you how good it feels to get sucked."
He crouched down and started to suck my stiff thing. I was feeling his mouth warm and wet in my pecker. He was sucking me in and out, and it produced a very good feeling. I was delighted. He was sucking me for about a minute or so, then he stopped and stood up.
"Now, you have to suck me."
"What?"
"Now is your turn to suck me. I have taught you how to do it; now you have to pay me back for the teaching."
"No. It's dirty." I said reluctantly.
"It was not dirty while I was sucking you."
"But... It's disgusting."
"Don't be silly and suck. You will discover it's very good and nice to suck."
"I don't like it. It is a dirty thing."
"Don't be silly."
He put his hands over my shoulders and pushed me down. I had not any will to resist. So, in a second I was bending on my knees and knelt on the floor. The `uglything' of the boy was in front of my face. I was amazed watching that big black thing before my eyes. It was watching me with his single dark eye.
"Open it up."
I resisted for some seconds. But I was curious. I wanted to know how it felt to suck a dick. Then, he rubbed sideways his big dick in my lips. I was ready to feel a disgusting feeling, but I felt nothing. The huge thing did not smell bad or anything.
"Open it up, sweety." He said.
I liked to hear he called me sweety. For nobody in this school said nice words to me. Only my aunt used to say nice words when she was alive. Since she died, I was put into this school and nobody called me sweety or honey any more.
So, I opened my mouth and get out my tongue. His gross thing had like a little drop of cream on its tip and I lapped it. It was very sweet.
"Lap it. Lap it well. Isn't good?
I stopped and said,
"It's sweet."
"Suck it well, honey. Now wrap your lips around it."
I did it with a little reluctance. Then, I began to feel it was a sweet thing. I caressed with my tongue the gross pee pee and it was pleasant.
"Think it's a lollipop."
I was influenced by his words and put more eagerness into the job.
"Fuck!! Not touch it with your teeth!!" He warned me.
I took care with my teeth and cupped my lips around his thing tightly. Then I was for a while sucking on the head of it. After a couple of minutes I was going deeper and deeper. He encouraged me by saying,
"Good! Good! Go deeper, honey. Take it all in!"
I pushed my head over his hard thing and entered the whole piece of meat inside my mouth. I felt his hairs in my nose and it smelled a little weird.
This part of his body had to have something in there, for I loved the smell of his body. I never had smelled anyone in there. I realized also that the big thing felt good in my lips and my tongue as I sucked. I could not understand why, but I loved this feeling. So, I was a little surprised that such an ugly and disgusting thing could be pleasant. Perhaps it was due to his color, for it has a chocolate color. I recalled the taste of chocolate. A few times I had little bits of chocolate. This was five years ago, when I lived with my aunt. So, I felt this huge thing in my lips was good and also sweet. The thing was sliding nicely in and out of my mouth, like I were sucking something nutritious and delicious. It was like something yummy.
He put both hands on the back of my head and was establishing the correct rhythm of my head coming and going, to and fro, to and fro. It was a very weird feeling but I had not reasons to complain of this.
He was moaning softly and telling me sweet words. A little later he was telling aloud,
"Oh! My god! How good it feels." He said. "You're great!"
He continued telling me nice things.
"Oh! How sweet you are!" I loved his praises.
"How good! Oh! Ah! This is wonderful." He was moaning.
"Keep going. You are very good!" He said.
"Your mouth is a miracle!" I was impressed.
"It is the best suck I ever had." He said. Then, "How sweet your are, honey!"
I was very flattered by his words, but after some ten minutes sucking I began to feel a little hurt in my knees. Then, I was about to get my head away but his hands were holding my head tight. So I was trapped between his gross pee pee in my mouth and his hands on the back of my head. So, I accepted the situation and focused on the thing I was sucking.
I was sucking him for another ten minutes or so, then his moaning were getting louder, and his big pecker was having jerks in my mouth. Then I felt his hard thing was pissing in my mouth. "How gross is this, my god." I thought. For it seemed he was peeing in my mouth! But then, I saw it was not a continuous stream like in peeing but something different. I realized, it was a gluing stuff. And tasted sweet and a little salty. I moved my tongue in my mouth and it was sticky like glue.
"Swallow it all. Take down all my sweet cream. " He said.
I could not answer anything for my mouth was full with his `big thing' and his hands were still holding my head pinned on it. So I could not get my head off. That must have been the reason why I obeyed him and swallowed almost all that sticky stuff in my mouth for the first time.
Then he took out his dick from my mouth and he asked me,
"Did you like my lil' cream?"
"What cream?"
"The stuff you've swallowed is called cream. Was it sweet?"
"Yes, it was." I said.
"You liked it?"
"Yeah."
"Then you are going to get stronger. For this cream is a very good."
"What?"
"The cream of my dick is very nutticious. It has stuff like the milk."
"Like milk? Then the word is.. nutritious. The milk is nutritious." I said showing off my knowledge of words for I was always reading.
"Whatever. It's very sweet, wasn't it?"
"Yeah. It's the sweetest cream I ever had."
And it was true, for the milk the school was giving us was so watery it had not any white color. It was like gray not as the milk I remembered from my years living with my aunt. Even the milk of the black boy was very white.
Then the boy said,
"Now, clean it good. Don't waste a drop of my cream."
I began to wipe the his thing that was not so hard, now.
"This cream would make you grow stronger."
I kept lapping the big and it smelled and tasted a little weird, but it was so good and sweet. I was always hungry, and the cream in my mouth tasted good. If it was so sweet, it was not a question of despising any source of nourishment.
After a while, he caressed my face and he said,
"You have been a sweet boy."
"A sweet boy?"
"Yeah. You have done a pretty good job."
"A good job? I said hesitantly not being used to praises.
"Yeah. You've done the best blow job of my life."· He said.
"The best blow job?" I asked shyly.
"Yes. You are the best."
He looked at me smiling.
"Come here." He said and hugged me. "You are my best friend."
"Am I?" I asked.
"Yeah. My name is Nicholas. You can call me Nico. What's your name?
"Leonard."
"Good, Leo. From now on, we are like partners. Any time I will need a suck on my dick I would look for you."
"To suck your dick?"
"Yeah. In exchange I will protect you of all the bullies of this school."
"How would you? You are not very tall."
"Everybody is afraid of me, for they know I am a thug boy. In fact they call me `Badboy'. So, no one dares to fight me back."
"And you will protect me?"
"Yeah. If someone bothers you, look for me. I would shake the hell out of anyone who bother you." He said.
"Sure?"
"Of course. It's a deal?"
"What?"
"We got deal. Next time we met, I want another suck."
"Oh!" I was unsure about the word deal.
"Oh, is not the right word to say." Commented Badboy.
"What?"
"You have to say a deal', or we got a deal'. Understand?"
I hesitated for two seconds, then I said,
"We got a deal."
"Deal" He said, then he shook my hand strongly.
Afterwards he slapped hard on my rear cheeks. Then he pressed on my rear for some seconds.
"You got a treasure here." He said. "Now, hear. First you go back to the playing yard alone. Then I will go back after a few minutes."
"Why?"
"It's not a good thing the nun see us coming back together."
"Oh, yeah. I understand."
So, I went back to playing yard and the nun was a little surprised to see me coming but did not ask me any awkward questions.
Later on, in the playing yard I was glad to have a `thug friend' to protect me in this forlorn school. For when I entered into this school, I was eight years old, and found myself thrown into this orphanage and I felt very lonely.
Now, `I got a deal' with Badboy. I was thinking that this was not a bad thing for he was going to protect me from the bullies. When he met me later in the playing yard, he caressed my head with his hand, and told me sweet words. I would not mind to suck his thing anytime he wanted and even swallow this sweet gluing stuff down my throat again for he was very kind to me.
In those times I had not heard tell anything wrong about blowjobs. Neither I heard a word about how a low class of a boy was by I doing such a thing. In fact, I had not any idea that cock sucking was the worse thing a well behaved Christian boy could ever do.
End of part 1
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