How it starts...

Probably like a lot of boys, it started out as kind of a dare. Two boys making jokes, a form of flirting I guess. "I'll touch yours, if you touch mine." Back then, those sort of sexual urges were just not talked about. The lust to explore forbidden desires and the pleasures of cock. It was a burning desire that I had only explored alone, in my thoughts. No body wanted to be found out, no one wanted to be made fun of and called "gay," but the lusts persisted. Very young, after seeing men's cocks in a magazine, I was already drawn to it. I don't know what it was for him that had made him so curious. Maybe like me, he was just young and horny. Maybe, like me, he was unexplainably attracted to it, yearned for it, craved it. I had spent so many lonely, sleepless, cum soaked nights thinking about it. Insatiable, desparate, longing for it. Even touching myself, pushing a finger inside my young, tight ass and wondering if I would actually let someone fuck me. Would I actually, if given the chance, suck someone's cock.

Somehow, wonderfully, that boy and I began to explore. First just a touch, there was no denying how good it felt. Even though it was with a boy, maybe even because it was with a boy, felt incredible. Getting touched, having my cock in his warm hand. Having his warm dick in mine. I remember the euphoric feeling, almost a dizzying feeling. Although I can't say what was more thrilling or which I desired more, it was just so erotic and thrilling. So young, so inexperienced, everything was such a sex crazed blur. The dizzying excitement of having my cock stroked. The erotic thrill of feeling him swell and harden as I stroked him. All disguised by playful giggles and laughter. Somehow, lightly playing it off allowed each of us to give in to our horny thoughts and fantasies. Hiding just how good it felt, pretending not to be completely lost in the pleasures. In time, nothing was too much. Soon, nothing would be off limits.

I knew the moment I saw cock and fantasied about it, that I found it undeniably sexy. I was certain the moment I touched cock and lusted for it. Yet, I was still shakened and weakened by the pleasure of feeling it on my lips. I would not, could not let on, but I loved it. Seeing his flaccid dick, just inches away. I had dreamed of this since first seeing that magazine. I knew I wasn't supposed to want this, but I did, so very badly. The way it moved. Why did it look so sexy? Oh, the anticipation, the lustful desire. Licking it, I was sure I enjoyed it just as much as he did. Truthfully, maybe even more. Mmmm, hard now, as I slid my lips over it, back and forth. Everything seemed like it had to be just playful exploring, but sucking cock was incredible. The moment I felt it on my lips, so warm, so alluring. Such a turn on, so pleasurable, making me so very hard also. Feeling his cock's head sliding deeper, his vien covered shaft, his taste, his erotic scent. I hoped that there would be so much more and hidden behind our pretense and pretending not to care, there would be. Eventually, the need for the games would end. Both of us giving in, free to give in to the desire, the want, the pleasure.

He had two beautiful sisters. Both just so cute and he knew I was attracted to them. We were alone and on the TV room sofa when one of them came home. My pants were down. My hard cock wet with her brother's saliva. He was knealing between my legs and sucking me, making my head spin. Hearing her, he quickly sprang to his feet. I struggled to pull up my pants and hide my erection. We must of looked so guilty. So close to getting caught! She asked if I was going to go back to school for the rally and I said no. Knowing how attracted I was to her, knowing that I was passing up on an opportunity to be with her, her brother now had to know how much I craved exploring with him. Exploring cock and gay pleasures with him.

When she left, we both felt embarrashed. I guess almost getting caught made it more real for us. Maybe in a way even more exciting for us. Thankfully, we both realized that we wanted more. Before, it was just pulling our pamts down, now it was the thrill of being completely nude together. Asking him not to cum in my mouth, but so thankful that he did. It was the experience of it, the taste, the freeing, addictive nature of it all. I took his cum, slowly bringing him to orgasm with my mouth as he had done for me. It was so erotic, so taboo, so dirty and so amazing. My thoughts became more lusty. Not knowing how, or not wanting to ask for it. I soon found myself sucking his cock, then pulling away and stroking him as he released warm, powerful streams of semen all over my face. My cock leaked at the feeling. So kinky, I thought, so dirty and incredible. It had been slutty little thought of mine, to be cummed on, and it was even better than I had imagined.

Alone in his room, still under the disguise of giggles, he asked me to get on all fours. I felt his hands on my ass, a slap on my ass cheek. Pulling me open, exposing my ass hole. If he wanted me, he could have me. My eyes closed and I felt intoxicated as he ran his tongue along my opening. I guess he had ideas and cravings also. Deep, carnal, kinky cravings. His tongue licked and lapped at my hanging balls, teased my stiff cock. Two naked boys, giving into their secret lusts and desires. Without words, I would do for him and he would do for me. Laying back down, he pressed up against me, our hard cocks touching, rubbing. He ran his hand over my hip and squeezed my ass. I did the same to him. Somehow, I sensed there was more. Something more that he wanted. Something that he needed. Slowly, he moved his face closer to mine. Nervous, looking down, soon almost nuzzling my neck. His hand more active, his caress of my ass more intense. His breathing, his movements, more lustfully driven. Then, he moved quickly and pressed his lips to mine. Maybe this wasn't just sex and fun and exploration anymore.

My cock was throbbing as he moved on top of me. His cock, leaking and wet, slid along my belly as he moved and backed his ass crack against my erection. He was breathing hard, almost panting. I began to understand what he wanted. I held his hips and moved him along my cock. Maybe to let him know it was ok, maybe just because it felt so good. When he reached back, took my cock in his hand and pointed it at his opening a rush washed over me. "Yes, yes!" I thought. I felt myself leak pre cum as he rubbed my cock's tip against his tight asshole. Teasing, easing it in. So tight, so warm, so wonderful. I stole a look at his face, a mix of ecstasy and nervousness, then almost with a pop, I was inside him. Wincing, pulsing, throbbing, his tight ass gripped me. I held his hips and thrusted upwards. He gasped as my hard dick moved into him deeply. Oh, it felt so good. Thrilling, so exciting. My first anal fuck. My first any kind of fuck.

When he leaned back and rocked on my erection, I saw his pleasure. His cock was rock hard, also. I knew it must feel so good to have cock in your ass. Seeing him rock back and forth. Seeing silky, sticky pre cum leaking from his tip. The look of dizzy ecstasy on his face. I knew I wanted to know that feeling also.

I wish I could blame my cock lust on my friend. It would have been easier to accept if I had been made to crave dick, but I was just as passionate about it as he was. Just as eager, although unable to show it as easily. It wasn't just gay sex with him either. It wasn't a bond with my friend that made me have these desires. It was more than getting off, it was getting the other off just as much.I would come to know that soon enough.

We had a system. Whenever one or the other could sneak away, we knew that we could simply knock quietly on each other's bedroom windows. Then, usually, one would sneak out or invite the other in. This evening, it was him at my window. He was hungry, he was horny and I was only too happy. I sneak through my window and behind a small wall to the front and side, I slid down my pants as he moved to his knees. Oh, that warm, wet mouth! So amazing! My legs shook as I gave him my load. I was still hard with anticapation when I moved to my knees. Licking his balls, sucking on his cock's tip. Already wet with his sweet pre cum, a wonderful taste of what was to come. I loved being on my knees, so naughty, so forbidden, and being outside... so thrilling. I had no idea that my next door neighbor had been watching!

So much older! I didn't know him at all, but I knew he was retired and married. A few days later, he approached me alone when I was in the front yard. My heart sank and I felt a lump in my throat when he said he had seen my friend and I. A deep sense of fear came over me. So afraid that he might tell what he had seen, but then there was something more than that. Something seedy, an opportunity maybe. I felt it creep over me. Dirty, slutty, sleazy, could we make a deal? Maybe it was my imagination, but I think I felt my cock stir at the thought of it. Somehow, I think he was thinking the same thing. Somehow we both knew where this was heading. "Please, don't tell. I'll do anything!"

A look in his eye and I knew. He was so old, but why was I so eager. I felt light headed as we walked inside his house. "Do for me what you did for him."

I sat on his couch and he stood in front of me. I watched as he undid his belt, then his button and finally his zipper. I was surprised at the sight. I had no idea what to expect, but lust welled up. There, right in front of me, was his big, shaved cock and balls. So smooth, nothing like the thick tatch of pubic hair my friend had. This was so different, so sexy! I felt all my nerves disappear. Replaced by lust, driven by cock crazy desire. That big, sexy, soft dick. I knew I would love this just as much as he would. Amazing in my mouth, thick, manly, I loved feeling his swell. He held himself up and I lavished his balls with my tongue. I knew I wanted his cum. I knew I would taste his cum. So sexy, he held my face and moved himself back and forth, in and out of my cock starved lips. I couldn't wait for his cum. I wwanted to feel him explode in my mouth. Hitting the back of my throat, gagging me, he pumped away. It made re cum flow from my cock. I sure sign I was as turned on as he was. I had to let him know. I had to let him see me. I tore open my fly and took out my hard, leaking cock. Rubbing my pre cum around my cock's head, I thought I could cum also. I stroked myself, hoping he saw me. Just then, he pulled away. I watched as he stroked himself. Letting my see his hard cock, I leaned back and made sure he could see mine, too. He moved forward, straddling over me and stroked his dick hard. His sounds, I knew he was close. "Yes, yes." I thought. "Cover me in cum!" I wished I had said it, but I'm sure he knew anyways. His legs began to shake. I stroked myself, my eyes fixed on his big, tight balls, his hard, smooth cock. He bagan to drip cum, shaking and moaning. Without thinking, I leaned forward and locked my lips around his cock's tip, tasting him. He let out a loud, "Ahhhh," sound and I swallowed his cum.

Legs weakened, he sat back in a chair. I sat there on the floor in front of him. Drops of his cum on my chest, my lips glistening from it, I stroked myself as he watched. I could feel his eyes on me, buring holes through me. It was erotic, it was thrilling. I moaned and bit me lower lip. I knew he loved it and I loved making a show of it. What a turn on! Laying back, stroking my young cock, I felt the bliss of my orgasm build. "Oh, oh," sounds escaped my lips. Now my legs began to shake. He was watching me, devouring me. The first, exquisite rope of semen spurted out and splashed onto my chest. Warm, thick, heavy, then another and another. I layed all the way onto my back, lost in my own orgasm.

Dizzy, realizing where I was, I looked up. The old man was looking at me and stroking himself again. That big, soft, smooth dick looked so unexpectedly alluring. I sat up, and felt cum run down my body. I crawled on my hands and knees between his legs. He held himself with one hand and touched my face with the other. I licked his dick, as if insatiable. Maybe I was, I began to realize that I really was.

At night, I layed awake thinking about it. Thinking the old neighbor. Thinking about his old, but thick and powerful cock. Running my hands over myself, I remenbered the feel of his cum on me. I remembered the thrill of licking and sucking him. I looked out my window, wishing he was there. Wiahing I could be on my knees again.