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When I was in my mid-teens, I lived in a rural area of South Ontario. There was only one other guy my age to hang out with. That was Bernie, a chubby shy guy that just moved into the area a few months before summer vacation started. We got to be pals and explored the area together.
One summer weekend we came across an old abandoned rock quarry. At one end was a spring fed pond about four feet deep. We made plans to camp out as soon as we got permission. The next Saturday morning we set off with our gear in tow for a night in the wilderness.
We set our tent up near the pond where a couple of stunted trees gave off a little shade. Ate our lunch and headed for a swim. After about an hour of playing in the water, Bernie went to the cooler he lugged to the quarry and came back with a couple of beers and a mason jar filled with whiskey that he stole from home.
Shortly after half the jar and a beer each we both felt a little drunk. I went to piss by were the pond drained. Bernie came up beside and relieved himself. I noticed that he kept peeking at my cock and strangely I started to get excited. I don’t know why but a plan instantly formed in my mind. I got brave and let my shorts slip to my ankles making it look kind of accidental giving Bernie a good look.
“Hey, ever go skinny-dipping?” I asked.
Bernie shook his head no. He looked a little embarrassed, so I just stepped away from my shorts and jumped into the pond. It took about ten minutes of coaxing to finally get Bernie to rid himself of his own shorts. He turned his back to me in the water so I couldn’t see his penis.
I sat up on the rock ledge that was about six inches from the surface of the water so that Bernie had a good view whenever he choose to. Which he did quite often and ever time I caught him looking at my cock it got a little harder.
Finally Bernie’s curiosity won out over his embarrassment and he asked,” How big does it get?”
“A little bit more when I jerk off,” I answered,” Let me see how big is yours?”
Bernie turned red and grabbed the jar for a swig. I held out my hand and he brought it over giving it to me.
“What’s jerking off?” He said in shy voice.
While I took a swig I could see him staring openly at growing erection.
“Haven’t you heard about masturbating?”
“Yeah, at school. But I don’t know how.” He said turning redder.
“Like this.” I said and started to stroke my cock in front of his wide-eyed stare.
After about five minutes of slowly stroking my cock I suggested that we move to the tent and spread our sleeping bags on the ground in the shade. That’s when I got a chance to see his penis. I could see why Bernie was shy about it. His penis was only about three inches long, but appeared to be almost as wide as it was long.
We sat facing each other while I continued to stroke my hard-on trying not to get over excited to soon. I was struggling, trying to find a way to have an excuse to touch Bernie’s little hard-on. I was amazed by it for some reason and though I never thought about having sex with another guy before. It was all I could think about at that moment. I wanted to touch it, stroke it and I wanted to feel what it would be like to suck on it.
Hoarsely Bernie asked,” Can I try it?”
“Sure why not?” I replied.
I almost came when Bernie reached out to touch my cock. I was momentarily in shock by his boldness. I thought he meant to jerk himself off and I could feel that much closer to my goal.
I reached over and grasped his penis with my fingers as Bernie wrapped his hand around mine and started to slowly stroke each other. I closed my eyes and reveled in the ecstasy of the moment. I could hear Bernie’s breathing accelerate and he began to twitch. His little cock throb a few times and I felt his semen splatter against my palm pushing me over the edge and cumming myself. My first spurt hit Bernie right in his open mouth surprising him and making him gag. We both laughed, I brought my hand to my mouth and tasted his seed, licking my palm clean before reaching back to hold and stroke it again. Neither of us let go and we both soon sported a fresh hard-on.
“I never felt anything like that before,” Bernie stated,” it felt really good. I’d like to do again.”
“I thought we were.” I said laughing.
We kept on stroking each other this time neither of us felt the same urgency as we did the first time. After about ten minutes I managed to get the nerve to ask Bernie if he wanted to try something else.
“Sure,” he said eagerly.” What, is there something else we could do to feel that way again?”
“We could suck each other off.” I supplied.
“But wouldn’t that make us queers?” He asked.
“Some people might say we already are,” I explained,” But what nobody knows is just between us.”
“You swear to that?” He asked suspiciously.
“Yeah man,” I said,” I don’t want anybody to know anymore than you do. Our secret.”
I spit on my palm and held it out for him to shake and he did the same. I felt a rush of excite surge through my body as our handshake sealed our bargain.
“Who goes first?” Bernie asked.
” We could flip for it, or just do at the same time.” I suggested.
“At the same time, how?” he looked stumped.
“Lay on your side,” I suggested, positioning his leg bent at the knee so that his legs were spread, ” Now I do the same in the opposite direction from you and just do what I do.”
I looked at the first cock I was about to suck. I felt Bernie’s hand grip mine as I gripped his. I shook with excitement as my tongue and shortly after Bernie’s tongue made contact with each other’s penis for the first time. I sucked his entire cock into my mouth and squeezed his hair-less balls as he reciprocated.
Within moments I felt his breathing increase and his body tense as he ejaculated in my mouth. I savored his seed, it tasted slightly bitter but I sucked up as much as I could. Feeling my own excitement mounting as Bernie’s mouth bobbed up and down and sucked on as much of my cock into his mouth as he could until I came. I felt him gag on me a couple of times, but he managed to maintain until I stopped shooting off. I still hadn’t stopped mouthing on Bernie’s fat cock. I kept swirling my tongue around the head of his penis, as it grew soft. Every once in awhile I’d hit a certain spot and it would make him quiver and he was doing the same to me. We kept sucking and licking until I felt him growing hard once again. Though I wanted to do this forever, I thought a break would be nice.
I sat up and began to stroke his cock. Bernie stayed were he was and continued to feed on my penis until I was shaking with desire again. After about five minutes my shaking changed to quivering before he finally stopped and sat up. I could where my cum had escaped his lips and ran down the side of his face. I had an impulse to lick it off.
“That was really great,” He said. ” We should do it again.”
” Lets take a rest man,” I replied, ” We got all night.”
We both laughed and ran for the pond to cool off. It was almost time for our supper and then there’d be dessert.
After our swim Bernie wanted to put on some clothes, just in case some one came by and we ate. We had another beer and sat around talking waiting for it to get dark. It seemed as if we were trying to avoid talking about the experience we just shared. Even though I couldn’t wait to suck my buddies cock once more.
By ten, o-clock the mosquitoes were so bad we retreated to the tent. I took off my clothes and just laid on top of the sleeping bag.
“It’s to hot to get into it.” I complained, rolling onto my side so that I was facing Bernie.
“Yeah,” He agreed,” I’m sweating.”
“Well, strip down man it’s cooler.” I suggested.
I could hear the rustle and see his silhouette as he struggled with his pants.
“Yeah, that’s a little better. To bad we didn’t bring a light so we could see what we’re doing.” He said.
“Everybody who walks by would see it too.” I laughed.
“Does that mean you still want to do it again?” Bernie asked showing excitement in his breath as he laid down on his back.
“Sure,” I said, ” If you still want to?”
I reached over and found Bernie’s cock. It was hard and drooling with excitement. I spread the pre-cum around with my fingertips and felt his penis twitch. I could hear Bernie’s hand slide across the nylon and I shook as his hand came into contact with my abdomen, then slowly move until he felt pubic hair. Then wrapping his fingers around it, he started stroking, slowly squeezing and milking my cock.
I got to my knees and leaned over Bernie until I tasted the precum on the end of his penis. I heard him moan and he squeeze my cock harder as I sucked him into my mouth and swirled my tongue around the end. Just feeling the glands against my tongue excited me enough to make me quiver. I could feel him pulling on my cock and trying to move his body closer. I threw a leg over his head and straddled his face. I felt the warmth and wetness of his mouth encase my erection as he tried to take the whole thing into his mouth.
I could feel his breathing coming out in snorts against my scrotum when his hips convulsed and he gave me another taste of his seed. I pulled him over as I rolled onto my side. I kept his softening cock in my mouth savoring it as he attacked mine, trying to take it all in. I felt him gag on my penis several times as he tried to force it all down his throat. I realized that my friend liked this as much as I did. I was pretty sure that both of us would be sucking cock again.
I felt Bernie’s penis begin to rise in my mouth again and just the idea that I could make him hard after he had just cum for third time in one day pushed me over the edge and I came a third time also. Bernie didn’t gag this time and I could feel his throat swallowing my load.
I don’t know which one of us fell to sleep first, but neither of us stopped sucking on the other that night. I remember how I felt as I drifted off to sleep to our mutual sucking.
The sun was beating down on the tent when I awoke. We slept the night in the same position. My head was resting on Bernie’s thigh. My hand still held his penis and it was close enough to lick. I looked down and Bernie’s face was tight against my crotch. My cock was soft, but I could tell that it all was buried in his mouth and I could feel his breathing gently against my balls. I looked back at his cock and felt my own begin to grow again as I took Bernie’s softened cock into my mouth once more. Who knew when I’d get my next chance to suck cock again, to taste the seed from another male’s penis.
I felt him stir as his cock hardened again between my lips. He removed his mouth from my member for a moment, then, groaned before sucking it back in as deep as he could. It was one of the best breakfasts in bed I’ve ever had and I know Bernie had a big smile on his face when we packed up to leave for home.
“Hey guess what?” Bernie asked.
“What?” I replied.
“Next weekend,” He said with a grin,” My mom’s going away for a few days. Maybe she’ll let me stay home, on my own. Do you want to sleep over?”
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Morning At the Mall
I’ve never been a shopper. My idea of going to the mall is to know what I want, where I want it from and to get out of there, as fast as I can. I’d usually go as early as possible, just to avoid the crowds.
But one Saturday, my girlfriend couldn’t find anyone to go with her on her usual weekend splurge. She badgered me for two hours before I finally gave in and relented. Of course getting threatened with no sex kind of broke the camel’s back. That’s always been her last resort and it usually works.
First, she made me sit through two large coffees before she started to drag me through her favorite shops. Women’s shops of course and looking at all the frilly and lacy stuff she held against her sexy body got me excited to the point of embarrassment.
It was around the fourth or fifth shop, a shoe store, when I started to realize that the coffee had set my bowls in motion. Though I suspect that the wings and beer from the night before was a major culprit in the situation. I excused myself to find a john.
Ten minutes later, I was slamming and locking the stall door. Dropped my pants and sat just as a load of gas belched forth out of control proving that my timing had been a little to close for comfort.
After I caught my breath I started to look around for something to read. I surprised to see that the only graffiti in the stall where the names and numbers of men. It was then that I noticed that there was a hole about four inches in diameter just about at a level with my head into the adjoining stall.
Well everyone I’m sure has heard of glory holes, but I never had seen one before. It made me think about when I first heard about them. I was in my teens at a friend’s house when the subject came up. I remember later that night at home in bed, I dreamed about glory holes. In my dream though, I was the one on my knees. I woke up that night with an incredible hard-on and masturbated twice before I got back to sleep thinking about sucking a strangers cock.
I heard the stall door beside me open and slam shut. I started to shake for some reason and panic started to settle in. I knew there was no way I could just get up leave at that moment. Not unless I wanted to take a chance on shitting myself in front of a crowd. So I just looked down t the floor between my knees and closed my eyes hoping that my neighbor would just do his business and leave.
I listened as my neighbor undid his pants, the sound of urine begin to splash into the bowl and the sigh of relief. I realized I was holding my breath. I let it out and gasped as spots formed in front me from holding my breath to long.
I heard a rustling close to my ear and looked up. There hanging through the hole was his cock. It was semi-hard, about six inches in length and about an inch and a half around in the shaft. It was the glands that made my mouth drop open. It was a lot thicker than the shaft and a drop of piss hung from the very tip. I watched, mesmerized as the drop fell and the huge glands twitch becoming even larger.
I heard a whisper urging me to hurry up and that I knew I wanted it. I had never really thought about this kind of thing, except when I was a teen. Those thoughts stopped after I got my first lay and discovered the pleasure of sex with a girl.
Now, it all came flooding back to me and before I realized what I was doing my fingers reached up towards it. I couldn’t help myself and touched someone else’s penis for the first time in my life. It twitched at my touch and again when I wrapped my hand around the shaft. I could feel my own organ throbbing between my legs and with my free hand stroked myself to the same rhythm as I stroked the growing cock in my other hand.
Fully erect his cock was only inches from my face when I heard whisper for me to suck it. I found myself wetting my lips and moving forward as if in a dream. As if I was in my teen-age dreams I opened my mouth and took the penis before me between my lips and sighed. I could feel the heat of it and it felt smooth and hard against my tongue.
Stuffing my mouth full with the huge head, the unseen stranger moaned and I could feel his penis throbbing against the back of my throat. I slid my hands up and down both of our shafts as I bobbed my head up and down on his giant glands.
I couldn’t believe I was doing this, sucking a stranger’s cock through a hole in a wall and actually getting very turned-on by it. I started to quicken my movements and heard him groaning. With in moments his cock seemed to enlarge even more as he grunted and twitched so hard he banged against the wall. I felt the surge of his seed blast out hitting the back of my throat making me gag. I backed off until just the tip was between my lips and suck and licked the opening as spurt after spurt of cum filled my mouth. It tasted bitter as I tried to swallow as fast as I could, feeling some escape my lips to run down my chin. My body shook with convulsions as my own orgasm released my seed into the air in an arc to hit the door of the stall. I could not believe it, but that had to be the most intense orgasm of my life.
As the spurting cock began to go soft I sucked back into my mouth as far as I could. He tugged it out of my mouth and out through the hole. I felt an empty feeling of loss as I wiped my chin and sucked his seed from my fingers momentarily lost in ecstasy as I heard the stall open and he left.
I felt drained as I got myself ready to leave and before I stood to do up my jeans the door slammed shut in the stall beside me again. This time there wasn’t a feeling of panic. I felt anticipation and stared hungrily at the hole beside me shaking and nervously waiting to see what would happen.
I heard a rustling of clothing and then the pink head of a black skinned penis came through the hole. I couldn’t suppress the moan that escaped me as inch after inch of that beautiful cock appeared in front of my face. It wasn’t as thick as the last one, but it must have been over a foot long as swung slowly back and forth almost hypnotizing me. As I wrapped my hand around its spongy softness and could feel the blood rushing in, making his penis hard at my touch.
I began to lick the shaft from the base to the glands and back again, up one side then down the other. When my tongue touch the bottom of his head, the cock twitched and a big drop of pre-cum formed at the tip. I licked it off and savored the taste for a moment before dipping the tip of my tongue into the opening then sucking on the tip searching for more of his sweet sauce.
After about ten minutes of playing with his cock I felt him start to jerk-off his shaft. I could hear him moaning and breathing heavy, he told me in a hoarse voice to get ready to eat his cum. Immediately, I took the head into my mouth and began to bob up and down on it. I couldn’t believe I was doing this again, wanting it, loving it and needing it.
This time I didn’t gag as the bitter juice filled my mouth. This guy tasted different and his seed felt thicker than the last cock I sucked making me shiver with ecstasy. He came a lot longer than the last one too. Giving me more cream to swallow and this time I wasted none, not a drop escaped my cock-sucking lips.
“That was the best blow I ever had,” He whispered through the hole,” Call me next time your goin’ to be here, okay.”
I can’t describe the feeling of elation I felt at his words, making me shiver again. I was a good cocksucker. He dropped a slip of paper through the hole, with a shaky hand I picked it up. It was a name and number. Smiling to myself, I slipped the paper in my pocket and on weak knees did up my pants trying to hide my hard-on. I waited for the outside door to close before leaving the stall and washing my hands.
I looked into the mirror and saw the dried cum on my chin. After washing it off I didn’t look any different than before. But I certainly felt different. I turned to look at the stall I just came from and knew that I’d be back. I was an addict now and sucking cocks was the only fix that would satisfy my new hunger.
I didn’t see my girlfriend anywhere around so I got another coffee and sat at the edge of the food court and waited. I couldn’t help but think of the experience that I just had. I was gazing of into space. I could still taste the semen of that big black cock I had just sucked off and my own penis was still hard as a rock.
