Some Time in the Fall of 1963 – John Pt. 02

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I spent the next few days debating with myself. I did it once. Did I have to do it again? Maybe I can forget about. Call it a mistake. Everybody makes mistakes, why not me.

I found myself sitting in the living room with my parents. They were watching a comedy on TV, McHale’s Navy. I was there but paying no attention to it. I kept getting up and walking around the room, looking out window toward Nick’s house, thinking and debating with myself. Did I want him to fuck me again? I liked it. I wanted it. But I didn’t want to want it. It made me feel wrong.

I didn’t want to be a homosexual. They were low people, dirty people, beneath…regular people, not good. But what if I didn’t tell. People didn’t have to know. It could be my secret. Damn, why did I want it?

Some other show I didn’t recognize was on the TV. I kept thinking. Then the memory of that taste came back to me. I remembered tasting his left over sperm from that woman’s pussy. To my chagrin I began to get hard. Now I was turned on by his cum. Did I want to suck it? Maybe I did. It worried me more. But I wasn’t a queer. I like girls. I want to keep fucking them. Maybe I can do both. Bisexual. That was it. I liked both.

It was wrong, I had to resist and deny my feelings. It would go away and fad into a bad memory, or I should say ‘a bad good memory,’ because I remembered how much I liked it. No, I loved it. I had to resist.

That night I lay in bed thinking. Then bad thoughts interrupted my mind. I found myself fantasizing I was sucking his cock. I masturbated, reliving his fucking me. Then I fantasized I was throating his whole thing. Tears welled up in my eyes. I was crying because I loved being a queer. No! I said to myself. I like girls. I want to fuck girls.

I was determined to resist. I put it out of my mind and decided to deny the feelings. The longer time that passed the more I would forget. It would be a good memory but one I would eventually forget.

The next afternoon I sat on the couch. My parents kept asking me what was the matter. I told them I wasn’t feeling good. They left me alone. I sat there and thought back about that day, now a week ago. I thought about it, about that long cock sailing in and out of my hot, tight, wet, juicy…ass. No, I had to resist. And then my asshole talked to me. It twitched and grabbed at nothing, wanting to get hold of something, no, not something, a cock. My ass was twitching and biting, wanting to get its anal muscles stretched on a cock, wanting to be fucked by it and to milk it. Oh no, I was horny for a cock in my ass.

I went into a trance and went up stairs to the bathroom. I knew I was hooked, like a vampire for blood. I turned into a cock hungry slut. I got my mom’s enema bag from under the sink and gave myself three enemas, until my ass was clean of shit. I then took out a KY jelly bottle my older bother used to treat his baseball glove. I put a big gob up my ass, pushing it in and out. I was ready to be fucked and I wanted it good. And, I wanted to suck it. I wanted to swallow it. I was lost.

It was late in the afternoon. He had to be there. I hoped he wasn’t at work. I told my parents I was going out and slipped out the door and headed to Nick’s house.

I knocked on the door and he greeted me with a big smile, saying “Well, come on in, John.

I went in behind him and when he turned around I dropped to my knees and took his cock out his pants and started sucking it. At first I took too much, about six inches, and began to gag and choke.

“Slow down,” he said. “Take it easy. Learn the trade. I don’t… oh boy… you are a natural.”

His comments turned me on more. I was right in my inner argument. I was cock hungry whore. I kept trying, concentrating, wanting to be good at it. After my third try I had about nine of his eleven down my throat. He held the back of his head and pushed forward. He was fucking my mouth. Then I felt his pubic hair at my lips, and I put out my tongue against his balls and slurped. His legs were shaking and he groaned, his dick shooting a load down my throat. I pulled it out and started sucking the end, taking the remains of his cum. It gave me one last good spurt in my mouth, the rest having gone strait from his cock to my esophagus and stomach. I felt proud for giving him such good head, it being my first time.

“How was it?” I said, smiling and narrowing my eyes and lapping my tongue around my lips and giving him what I hoped was a seductive smile.

“You have to ask,” he said, his face still showing an expression of euphoria.

He took me and bent me over the back of the couch and pulled down my pants. He said he had to go to work and we’d have to hurry.

“Don’t worry,” I said. “It’s clean this time. And to save time, I stuffed it full of lube.

He put his fingers down there and felt my soft and wet…wet, male pussy. He pushed his cock in and I groaned loud enough to hear outside.

“Quiet,” he said. “Don’t be so loud.”

He pushed görükle escort harder. Soon he had it all in. He pounded me doggy style. I lost it and went, “fuck me, drill me good, fuck that butt, FUCK ME, etc.” Soon he burst his load deep into me. I got off just as he was pulling out, spraying all over the back of his leather couch. I was so lusted out I got on my knees and licked up my own cum.

He left for work. I wanted more. I was addicted to eleven and couldn’t get enough of it.

I went back to the house and my parents were waiting for me.

“You said you were going out,” my Dad said. He gave me a real dirty look.

“We saw where you went,” my Mom added. “You went over to that house. Who is that man? What’s he been doing to you?”

“You’ve been acting strange since you’ve been going over there. Has that man been giving you drugs?”

“You two are nuts. You think whatever I do is wrong.”

“We don’t want you going in the wrong direction,” my Dad said. “You can still do missionary work, start going church again.”

My Mom left the room. She was distraught. I think she believed the drug bullshit.

“I don’t want to be a Mormon. I don’t like religion.”

My Dad got an angry look and said, “You don’t believe in God, do you? I didn’t raise you that way.”

“I believe in God. I just don’t believe in religion.” He threw up his hands and shook his head, and I said to him, “I’m getting a job and moving out. It time I did anyway.”

“Promise me one thing,” he said. “Stay away from Nick Lawrence. I heard a lot of bad things about him. He’s no good.”

I didn’t want to promise that. But I had to find out why I was different now. Why I wasn’t normal. My inner feelings were at war.

“Okay, I won’t go over there anymore.”

He hugged me and then told me how he would help me get a job and find a place to rent. I was relieved in a lot of ways. I was keeping more from my parents than just my sexual activity. I liked to drink soda and coffee, and their crazy religion prohibited it, saying it wasn’t good for the body. I had to drink coffee in secret. It was impossible living with them under those conditions.

Before I moved out, my Dad told me how he’d heard from somebody that Nick was a bit weird and might be funny, one guy saying he was a queer. Nick must have hit on somebody who wasn’t as receptive as I had been. I knew then I couldn’t go over there again. I’d have to keep what I experienced as a damn good memory.

It took longer than I thought it would, but I got a job at a hardware store. It wasn’t much money but it was enough to get out. A guy I new from school, Tim Wilson, needed a roommate and let me move in with him.”

I kept my sexual desires to myself. I didn’t want to get a reputation going like Nick might have done. I searched Tim out and sensed he’d act negatively if I made a move on him. Though, I was hungry for another cock. I didn’t think about pussy, but I would go for it if I could. But, right then I was hung up on getting fucked again. I wanted it bad.

First, I treated myself in secret. I went to the store bought some large cucumbers. The skin seemed rough, even with lube on it. I took a sharp knife and carefully shaved the skin off of it. By the time I was done, it was real smooth. But I figured the lube would fuck it up. I decided to use my spit. I coughed and snuffed up, trying to get some real slick spit, and applied it all over the cucumber. Then took a good wad of spit and put it up my ass.

When it was real smooth with my saliva, I got on my bed with the mirror across from me so I could watch, and put the end of the shaved cucumber to my anal opening. I lowered myself on top of it and pushed most of it into my ass, and then proceed to ride up and down on it. I fucked myself real good for two hours, shooting and getting off at least eight times. That night I slept good.

After three weeks, I thought, what the heck. Tim was asleep on the couch wearing only boxer shorts. I got down on the floor beside him and slowly pulled down the front of his shorts. To my shock it was not a big cock, not long anyway, but it had a lot of girth.

Well, I’d gone this far, why not. I lower my face to it and picked it up with my mouth, sucking it between my lips. It gained a lot girth in my mouth, a real fat size, but it was only five inches long.

“What the hell,” he woke up, “get your mouth off my dick, John.” I kept sucking, hoping he wouldn’t loose his cool. I used all my instinctive skill to win him over. I sucked all the way to the base and ran my tongue over the front of his balls. He breathed heavier and put his hands on my head. I had him.

“Oh baby,” he said, “suck that dick. John, oh John. Just keep sucking and finish it. I don’t why I’m letting you keep… doing this… but, oh god… it’s too good to make you stop.”

I kept it balls deep and sucked and slurped.

“You like that dick, don’t you? Suck it, baby, suck my cock…. bursa escort bayan oooh aahh…OOOOH YEAH… whew…oh yeahhhh.”

While he made those lost in the orgasm sounds, I was swallowing his enormous load. I had trouble swallowing it all, and a lot shot out the sides of my mouth. He didn’t last long but oh boy did he taste good. I took my mouth off his cock and raised my head. Several of his pubic hairs were stuck to the wet cum around the edges of my mouth.

“That’s the only sex were having,” he said, adding, “I didn’t know you were a homo when I invited you to move in with me. The blowjob was nice. But that’s as far as it’s going.”

“You liked it, didn’t you? And I’m not a homosexual either. Guys don’t turn me on. I just like cocks.”

He laughed, “Well, that’s queer whether you like it or not.”

“Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.”

“Believe, under no uncertain terms, I won’t try it and I won’t like it.”

“And this means no more blowjobs, in spite of how much you liked it?”

“That’s right, sorry.”

“You really get horny. Ask, and I’ll think about it.”

“Okay, whatever,” he said, “but remember, don’t tell anybody what we did.”

I pulled my lips together in a kind of mocking frown and shrugged my shoulders, and said, “Why would I do that?”

“And you better clean off your face. You got cum around your mouth with my cock hairs stuck to it. And it’s weird looking at it.”

After that he acted kind of funny and nervous. It made me paranoid. In a couple of weeks I got my own apartment. With the privacy I figure I can live my own life and sort things out. His was only my second blowjob. The other, of course, being my neighbor Nick’s eleven incher.”

I found two more cocks to suck. One was in a porno movie theatre. The guy in the seat next to me had an eight inch woody, and I gave him a quickie blowjob and left the theatre because he wanted more and I didn’t want him to fuck me.

Next I found a guy drunk in the parking lot behind the bar taking a piss. He turned me on so much that I got on my knees while the guy was still pissing and took it into my mouth and drank the last half of his urine. Then I took the guys seven incher and spent the next thirty minutes furiously trying to get him off. He was too drunk. I gave up and the guy blew his cork and wanted to fight, figuring I was a wimp because I sucked cock. I ducked his punch and hit him in the knee, knocking him back and then landing a series of punches against his face. The guy dropped to the ground with a bloody nose and a swollen eye. I left him there and hi tailed it out.

I was ready to give up. I didn’t know what I wanted. And then I met Shane. He was a really tall and skinny blond haired kid, eighteen years old. He looked like he was packing one in his jeans.

I did what Nick did to me. I seduced him. I used the same routine. I invited him over to my place. I used a fake ID and bought some beer, and then let him drink a couple to get him relaxed.

I waited for the right moment when he was off guard, inviting him over to the table to show him some comic books I’d bought. When he bent over to look at them, I reached over and unzipped his pants and, thank god, no underwear, and fished out the monster. It was huge. I didn’t waste time measuring or admiring it. In a split second I had it stuffed in my mouth and going down my throat.

“What the fuck,” he said, and I just kept sucking, praying he didn’t flipout and loose it. I actually had it down my throat, over half of it in me. It felt like seven or eight inches in my mouth with a lot more to go.

“He ran his hands over my head, running his fingers through my hair. I wanted all of it. It was, you might say, the only way to really suck him in. I kept it up and within a few minutes, I had it all in my throat. It was big.”

I measured it later. It was a fully erect twelve and one quarter inch, bigger than Nicks, and even a little thicker.

It throbbed and swelled in my throat. And then it softened, while each of his hands had a handful of my hair. He pumped his entire load right down my esophagus without my taste buds getting any. I tried to pull out but he was in an orgasmic trance with his eyes closed and his head tipped back, his hands holding my head in place. I made a ‘mmm’ sound to let him know I was finished. He looked down at me and let go of my head. I slowly let the beautiful piece or meat slid out of my mouth. I sucked on the head to get some of the sweet elixir, squeezing it with my hand and getting a nice white dollop for me to taste.

“Did you like that?” I said, hoping for a positive response.

He was silent and acted confused. He stuffed his beautiful cock back in his pants.

“I’ll say this,” he said. “Nobody’s ever taken the whole thing in their mouth before. My girlfriend couldn’t even do that.”

“That’s too bad. I could give her lessons.”

“If she heard what you did to me she’d bursa escort break it off, call me a faggot.”

“I’m not a faggot,” I said, “I just like some cock once in a while. And it looked like you had a specimen of great size hiding in those pants.”

“Then you planned all this. You planned to get me over here so you could suck my cock.” I was worried he might blow up and get fighting mad.

“Well, yeah…” I said, “But I didn’t expect it to be largest cock I’ve ever sucked.”

“He laughed slightly and said, “How many cocks have you sucked?”

“Actually, you were number five.” I didn’t go into a description with him on the other blowjobs. He didn’t ask.

“You’re pretty damn good at it for it being just your fifth time. My girlfriend has sucked mine three dozen times and all she can do is get five or so inches in her mouth. Her pussy, that’s whole different matter. She says, you’re too big. I get about eight inches in her, nine when she’s hot, horny, and drunk, but never those last three inches. I’ve got too much cock.”

“I know I could get the whole thing in me.”

“What are you talking about?”

“If…” I nodded and tighten my lips… “If you fucked me, it would go all the way in. I guarantee it.”

“You mean in your ass.”

“I don’t mean in my ear or my nose, of course in my ass.”

He gave me a look, kind of sizing me up. He wanted me and I knew it.

“I’ll have to go into the bathroom to take care of myself first. I have to give myself an enema to make sure it’s all clear.”

He gave me a jaw dropped stare but I knew he was hooked, in spite of likely inner feelings arguing with him.

“It’s okay, I mean if you want to do me. If not, don’t worry about it and we can let it go.”

“I can’t believe you can take all of my dick in your rectum.”

“Well, with your size, it’s likely to go beyond the rectum.”

“How many guys have fucked you?”

“Only one. And it was a while ago, so you’ll need to go slow at first.”

“How do you know you can take the whole thing?”

“I know. I’ve used different things,” I lied, “I used a plastic toy. It went all the way in.” I didn’t want to tell him how big Nick’s was. I didn’t want him to get the wrong idea, thinking I was size slut or something, whether I am or not.

“I’m not a queer, though,” he said.

“This won’t make you queer. I’m just me getting some cock and you getting some ass, nothing more.”

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, making the decision, a part of him trying to persuade his way out of it.

“Okay,” he said. “No one has to know, right?”

“No one will ever know, except you and me. It’ll be our secret.”

“And you’ve only been with one guy?”

“Yep, one guy. I’m not a queer I told you. I just like being fucked once in a while.”

“I don’t have a rubber with me.”

“Oh, I don’t want you to use a rubber. I want to feel you. You know, it’s better. Besides, you can’t get me pregnant.” I laughed and smiled. “And I like the feeling of the cum going up my ass. Sound feminine, don’t I.”


“It’s my submissive side. I’m trying to deal with. The one guy who fucked me was big, but not as big as you. And once I had it. I was hoping to get it again. And now I have the opportunity with you, Shane.”

“I’m not sure about this. I never thought about fucking a man. It’s homosexual isn’t it?”

“I told you it isn’t queer. You like women don’t you. So do I. Maybe bisexual at the most, but I’m not homosexual.”

“Alright, you’ve convinced me. When do we start?”

“We go upstairs. You undress and wait on my bed while I used the restroom to cleanup. Ready?”

He took a deep breath and stood up. He was as nervous as a catfish out of water. As we went upstairs, he bounced around showing more nervous tension. His nervousness turned me on for some reason. I couldn’t wait for his big cock to start drilling me.

It took me about half an hour to clean up. I was worried I’d come to my bedroom and find him gone, getting cold feet and flying out the door. But he was there, sitting on the bed. He wanted my ass and he knew it, the desire was winning out over the sigma and fear.

I walked naked into the room and said, “I want you to do me missionary. I like it that way the most.” I noticed my voice was getting more of a feminine overtone now that I was about to be nailed. It made me feel like a woman when I took Nick’s cock in me. It was more so now with all the time since I was last fucked.

I put two pillows under my butt to give him easier access. Then I spread each of my legs. I had them shaved to make them look more appealing to him, at least for this first time. I felt like a hot bitch about to get seriously fucked by her boyfriend for the first time.

He got on his knees in front of my ass. It looked like he was worshiping it.

“You cleaned it up pretty good, huh.”

“Squeaky clean. You could eat off of it if you wanted to.” I don’t know why I said that, but I didn’t expect him to take it seriously. We hadn’t applied any lube yet. I was about to hand him the bottle. But just as I was getting my hand on the lube bottle, a soft, wet snake began to worm its way into my hole.

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