My Education
I wish I could say that I am a 29-year-old hung stud with a nine-inch rock hard cock, a very well defined six pack and abs that you could bounce a bowling ball off of. But I can't. Well, I could if I were in one of those chat rooms where everyone exaggerates just a little. Okay, some exaggerate A LOT. In fact I am a sixty-year-old bald gay man with an average cock, a slightly above average gut, and sad to say, man boobs. But I am gifted and talented in oral gratification.
I have always known that I prefer males as sexual partners. My first m2m experience was... well, let's just say Eisenhower was living at 1600 Pennsylvania at the time.
I did all the usual pre-pubescent exploring with the other boys in the neighborhood. We would do the "I'll show you mine if you show me yours" thing, who could pee the furthest contest, who has the biggest wiener, and other such things. Up to this point my knowledge of my wiener was an object for showing off – a shower not a grower, so to speak.
This all changed when one of older boys, Randy, introduced me to the joys of self-pleasure. Randy was four years older than me, a man of the world, or so it seemed.
I felt like Columbus discovering a whole new world. The warnings of my palms growing hair and going blind seemed well worth the risk for this newfound pleasure. I had always been told that to do something well you should practice. And practice I did. Growing up I was a skinny nerdy kid. Buzzed haircut and big ears, my oldest brother would taunt me while singing, "Dumbo, Dumbo where you going to go go"? Needless to say the movie by that name was NOT one of my favorites. But that's how brothers are. However, that's another story too. Oh, I digress. One of the pitfalls of getting older I guess. They say memory is one of the first things to go – that and your hair, and your erections, and being able to go all night without having to pee. All fond memories. At least, I think they are. I can't really remember.
Back to the story
Older boy, jacking, pleasure, practice. Back on track now?
Even though I couldn't achieve a wet orgasm in the beginning, I found great enjoyment in the sensations that coursed through my body. I also discovered that I enjoyed the feel of touching and stroking another hard cock, especially an older bigger one. Randy would let me touch and stroke his cock, explore his pubes, and even let me see him cum. Next to stroking my own youthful hardon, stroking Randy's massive cock and bringing him to completion was my favorite activity. He taught me the fine art of edging, extending the pleasure.
My youthful exploration continued as I approached puberty and still continues. One is never too old to learn. My older mentor continued to educate me in the joys of sex. I was an eager and very willing student. We continued this education up until the time he went off to college, and then some. I will share some of those educational lessons at a later time.
Puberty was good to me. I was the first in my peer group to get hair in all the right places. And my cock and balls grew and filled out nicely. I had 6 1/2 inches of hard cock by the time I was 13. I was always proud to show my goods when the opportunity presented itself – like skinny-dipping at the favorite watering hole, overnight sleep-overs with friends, school band trips, visits to the local pool, and summer campouts.
Many of these events gave me plenty of opportunities to practice my developing sexual skills as well as observe my friends. One of my favorites during this time frame was the sleep-overs. I had two very good friends, Alan and Ben.
We had many of the same classes in school and always hung out together. On weekends we would spend the night at each other's houses. We would sleep in the same bed or together on the floor. I don't remember exactly how the sexual activity started. It just seems like we were always doing it. A typical night would start off with standing close together rubbing our growing cocks. The sight of three horny teenagers stroking was a major turn on. We never thought of this activity as "queer". It was just getting our rocks off. Our next step was mutual jacking. We would stand together with our hands on each other's hard young cocks. The feel of another hand on my throbbing meat sent waves of excitement through me. Then adding the feel of another's cock in my hand, knowing I was giving one of my friends the same joy I was receiving, just extended the sense of fulfillment I had. I should mention that I was uncut. The other two were cut as was most common in those days. They both liked sliding my ample foreskin back and forth over the head of my 6 ½ inch cock. I should also add that I was, am, a major leaker. I produce major amounts of precum. There was always enough for the three of us. I was always willing to share and they were always eager to receive. Alan had a slightly smaller cock and it was not as thick as mine. Ben was a lot smaller than we were, maybe 4 1/2 inches hard. We had been producing man cream for some time. We each knew the signs of our approaching orgasms – the deeper more rapid breathing, the light sheen of sweat. Our cocks would thicken as release was almost there. Our mutual stroking would quicken. We wanted, needed, to empty our tightening young balls. We would continue the physical stimulus until we each would shoot our hot loads all over each other. Each one of us had our own unique climatic finish. Ben actually could shoot the biggest load. He would fire off five to six ropes of cum. Alan's cum would just ooze out of his cock. Thick globs of cum would spill from his slit and run down the length of this hard shaft to cover his hairless balls. He would rub his spent cock against mine to share his thick load of cream.
I was a shooter. My load would explode from my raging wood. I would try to hold off my own release until I had both of their hot loads covering my throbbing cock and tangled in my thick red bush that covered the area around it. The feel of their hot thick loads on my cock and dripping off my low hanging hairy balls would cause my cock to swell and throb even more. Stroking my cock with their mixed loads was an extra turn on for all of us. They especially liked working their hot loads under my long foreskin, sliding the loose skin back and forth covering the head with the creamy mix. This sent shutters of pure ecstasy through me. When I could not hold off any longer, I would blast my huge load all over their pumping hands. After regaining our composure and cleaning all the essence from our still raging cocks (one of the perks of youth) we would get into bed.
We would spend time talking about the day, plans for rest of the weekend, girls (Yes, we talked about girls. Mostly them, but I would join in. I didn't want them to think I was a fag or something...). As the night would progress, we would shift onto our sides. Still naked and hormones raging, we would rub our hard throbbing cocks against the ass of person in front of us. Needless to say, the middle position was the prime location. A nice hard cock rubbing along your ass, sliding between your ass cheeks, feeling the slick hard tip teasing your tight hole, the ever-increasing pressure to gain entrance... And at the time your own cock doing the same to the tight ass in front of you.
In the beginning this is as far as it would go. Rubbing cocks between legs and feeling those hot buns wrap around our cocks, until our second load of the night would coat the ass crack in front of us. The guy in the front would jack his load into a waiting tissue. We would usually drift off to sleep in this position.
My hormones were always in overdrive, and still are. I would try and get things started again in the night, especially if I was in the middle or the front with a nice load of cum filling my ass crack. Sometimes I was successful getting another load from one of my friends, usually Ben. He was as horny as me most of the time. It was during one of these second rounds that his cock slipped into my very wet hole. This wasn't my first penetration, but it was the first with him. I found out later that this was his first time, though. Even though his cock wasn't that big, it felt great in me. He must have felt a lot of pleasure as well. He was thrusting with deep strokes and moaning his excitement with each inward thrust. It felt great. Alan, who was in the back of our chain, woke up from all the extra motion and moans. His only comment was "wow". When I felt the signs that Ben was approaching his climax, I would push my ass back against him with each of his inward plunges. Then his cock throbbed and swelled to the biggest and hardest I had ever felt. I could feel the first spurt of his cum hit the walls of my ass as well as the other four equally thick squirts that followed. As Ben's orgasm subsided, his deflating cock slipped from my cum-filled ass and he got up to clean up his now soft and satisfied cock. As soon as Ben's cock withdrew from my hole, I felt another hard wet cock at my cum-dripping ass. Alan was pushing his larger thicker cock into my still gaping hole. With my ass full of Ben's hot load, Alan's cock slid in with little effort. He wasted no time in getting into a rapid hard fucking rhythm. He made no sounds at all, just hormone driven lust pounding his raging cock deep inside me. I could feel his impending release building. His thrust(s) became deeper and harder. Moans of pleasure were filling the room. With one final deep powerful thrust, he unleashed a torrent of his man seed deep in my ass. I could feel each pulse of his cock deep inside me. I clinched my ass ring tight around his still raging cock sending shutters of pleasure through his body. Ben had returned to the room and was standing by the bed watching the hot scene before him. Alan slowly withdrew his cum-covered cock from my well-used ass and retreated to the bathroom. Ben returned to bed and rubbed my ass cheek.
After a trip to the bathroom to clean out my well-used ass, we again fell into a much-needed sleep. The next day nothing was ever said about our wild new sexual escapades. Fucking became our normal routine during sleepovers. We tried every combination possible. The center position, of course, always remained the most sought after one.
Well this is just the tip of my sexual iceberg -- a very hot, wet, and hard tip.
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