XO Erotica

This is a true story, and my mind often wanders back to that period of my life. If it excites you, and you’d like to help me revisit that time of simple, straight forward, somewhat innocent but purely lustful sexual experience, please send me an email. I am looking for a regular hook-up.

In the summer I graduated from grammar school (some schools are different, I guess, but for me that was 8th grade), my best friend had a storage loft in the garage at his parents’ house. We used to sneak up there to check out the “girlie” magazines his older brother had hidden in some old boxes. Occasionally, he would pull out his cock and jerk off in front of me. I wanted to do it too, but I was too shy and embarassed to act on it. One day, we were staring at some pictures and he was stroking away, when he reached out, grabbed my wrist with his left hand, pulled it over, and put my hand right on top of his cock. He wrapped his right hand around mine, and started pumping again. He closed his eyes, and starting telling me, “Yeah, do it for me. That’s good, yeah, like that!” He kept talking, telling me what to do, and I almost didn’t notice when he pulled his hand away – I had already started stroking his cock for him, taking his instructions, trying to do it the way he liked. I didn’t even pretend to object – I just did it. I was sexually inhibited, but when he took charge like that, submitting relieved me of all the guilt. It was really a thrill to grip his cock and stroke it for him, pump it, and get him off. When he came, ropes of the stuff shot up into the air, coming down on his pants, my arm, and with the final spurts, all over my hand. I still held his cock, until he told me to let go. It was still hard.

It became almost a daily thing, and some days he would come twice. We might be anywhere in the neighborhood, and he’d say, “Let’s go up to the loft,” and off we’d go. After a few minutes of leafing through the magazines, he’d find a picture that really turned him on, drop his pants around his thighs, sit back on his ankles, and start to jerk off. I’d keep looking at my favorites, surreptitiously glancing at his cock, until he told me to take over. I always waited until he told me to do it, and I always did it whenever he asked. Sometimes he would just tell me to play with it, and I would try different ways of touching him, gauging his reaction, trying to please his cock. Other times he was specific, and I just did what I was told.

One day when he was close to coming the second time, he reached out again, but this time put his hand behind my neck and pulled. “Suck it. Suck my dick! Quick, do it now!” It was still slick with his first load, which I was using to advantage as I kept stroking him, and I knew he was close to coming again. But damn, he wanted to come in my mouth! A strong part of me didn’t want to do it, because of the humiliation and embarassment associated with being a guy who sucked dick. I certainly didn’t want anyone to find out about it. I was also a little leery that come might taste bad. Even so, another part of me WANTED to blow him. My own cock twitched when he said it. So I let him pull my head down, and I opened my mouth and took his cock in. Although it was wet with come, it didn’t taste like much, and my reservations evaporated. I was so turned on my own dick was throbbing. So I bobbed my head up and down on his cock, sliding my lips on his slippery shaft, resuming the rhythm I’d been using with my hand, eager now for him to shoot in my mouth. It was his first blow job, and mine, and as blow jobs go, it must have been terrible. But he kept encouraging me, telling me how good it felt, until he came, loudly, and right in my mouth. He pulled my head against his stomach and and held me still, because the head of his cock got really sensitive, and I could feel his cock throb and, almost imperceptibly, some of his come splash against my tongue. I swallowed, not because I knew I was supposed to, but because he left me no choice.

Things accelerated from there. The next day, he made me get naked as soon as we got to the loft, and he stripped too. This was the first time I had exposed myself to anyone, and having a hard-on in front of him humiliated me, even after all the the things I had done to him. No, it was exactly BECAUSE of all the things I had done to him. There I was, nervous, actually shaking, sure that in moments Tom would make me stroke and suck his cock again, and my hard-on made it obvious to both of us how much I was anticipating it. Wrapping my lips around his cock, pleasing him, letting him come in my mouth, swallowing his load – I had liked it, a lot, and I wanted to blow him again. I was looking forward to it. The pictures of the naked girls really turned us on, and if a real-live naked girl were there, we’d be all over her. But there was no girl, and we needed a slut. I was it.

He stood in the center of the loft, the only place where the roof was tall enough, and had me crouch before him, his cock slightly higher than my face. He stroked himself a little, with his cock poised right above me. It probably looked good from his perspective, looking down at his cock, with my watchful face just beneath it. Then he told me to stroke him, slowly, and touch him softly with both hands. I used my fingertips, running them lightly up and down his cock, marveling, waiting, hoping he would make me suck him again. I wanted to do it, I wanted to suck his cock, but I had to wait until he told me. Finally, he told me to lick the head. I was so nervous that my mouth was dry, but I lifted up a little and did it. He made me lick the slit, and all around the head, and then the shaft. I did it with no hands, so each lick moved his cock around, and it rubbed against my face a lot, smearing it with my own saliva. It felt good. “Now suck it.” That’s what I wanted to hear. I couldn’t believe how hot it made me. Taking his cock into my mouth, pressing my lips together around his shaft, pushing my tongue up against the underside, tasting him, enjoying the texture of it inside me, sliding it over and back on my tongue, made me horny as hell. I held it out from his body and licked it, with long strokes, so he could watch my tongue all over his dick, before taking it back into my mouth and sucking. I used everything I had learned from jerking him off, and applied it to blowing him. I wanted it to be good, and I wanted him to come in my mouth again. It wasn’t long before his body stiffened and he pushed his hips forward, driving his cock deeper into my mouth. I knew he was close, so I kept sucking, moving a little faster, working his shaft with my tongue and lips, until he grabbed my hair, and I knew to keep still. He shot his load, slowly fucking my mouth, moving just a tiny bit each way, as I kept still, my mouth wrapped around his cock. It was a long orgasm, and this time, I clearly felt the pulses of his come landing on my tongue, because the head of his cock was gliding right on the top of it. I liked it.

He stood there for a short while afterward, still slowly humping my mouth. I swallowed, but otherwise kept still, and he gradually started increasing the length of his strokes, sliding his cock in and out of my mouth. I assumed he wanted me to suck him off again, but he suddenly said “Turn around so I can fuck you.” Even though I was still enjoying having his dick in my mouth, I didn’t hesitate. I had thought about it before, lots of times. But until I blew him the day before, I never thought it would get beyond hand jobs. I had liked everything he had made me do so far – especially that he made me do it – and I knew I wanted him to fuck me. I got on all fours on the rough wooden floor, and he knelt behind me and stuck the head of his cock against my ass. I particularly remember how soft and warm it felt, just pressed against my hole. I liked it immediately, and arched my back and pushed back just a little, so it would contact more of me. I really wanted him to fuck me, but I didn’t say so. I was still too embarassed to tell him. I just passively did what he told me to. I didn’t have to wait long, anyway. He slid the head around a bit, and it felt wet, and a little squishy. He must have been oozing come from the blow job, squeezing it out of his shaft, and he rubbed it all over my hole with his cock head. He pressed in, and I could feel my anus stretch – it caught, and hurt a little, but he pulled it out. Looking back, I’m surprised at how gentle he was. He rubbed it around again, slid it in a bit further, then pulled it out again, and a few times more, each time lubing me with his come. I held my breath as the head found its way inside. He stopped for a second, not moving, and my anus relaxed a bit around the girth of his cock, which was quite thick compared to mine. I looked back at him, and he told me to start moving back and forth – he wanted me to fuck him back! Everything he said made me hornier. My own cock was twitching and dripping. Once the head was in, the rest of his cock slipped in fairly easily. I’ve since heard, of course, that anal can be a very painful experience, but I loved it. His cock felt warm and wonderful as it slid in and out of my ass. He kept telling me how good it felt, and how, from now on, every day, he was going to stick his cock in me, in my mouth, in my ass, and come all the time. I loved hearing it, and wanted to talk dirty to him, egg him on, let him know that I wanted that too, but all I could manage was an occasional, whispered, “Yes.. Yes.” I pushed my ass back when he pushed in, and moved forward as he slid out. Once or twice (well, a bunch of times, actually), one of us moved too far and he popped out. I really got to like how it felt when he put it back in – it hurt just a little as my hole stretched, and then it felt just right when the head popped back in and he slid the rest behind. Right before he came, his movements became frantic. He grabbed my hips and jerked his cock back and forth, and a minute or two later, buried his cock in me and pumped that first load into my ass. I couldn’t wait for him to do it again.

We fucked almost every day for the rest of the summer. I loved every second of it, and so did he. His cousin came to visit for a few days, and we were both pissed off about it, because it meant we couldn’t fuck around. On the second day, though, we took him up into the loft. You know what’s coming, but I didn’t. I figured we’d share the stash of magazines, and that would be it. But while we were poring over the pictures, my friend pulled his cock out. His cousin showed mild interest, but nothing compared to how he reacted when my friend told me to suck it. My heart started pounding in my chest. What if his cousin told on us? My father would absolutely kill me! For the first time, I held back. I looked at my friend and asked him, “Are you crazy? I can’t do that!” I could feel how red my face was. I acted like the whole idea was insane, that I would never do anything like that. He simply got off his butt, knelt in front of me, and set his hips so his cock pointed at my face. I can still see it, his jeans bunched just above his knees, which were slightly spread, his cock hard as rock, slowly bobbing up and down with his heartbeat, aimed right at my face, and his cousin just two feet away, staring at me, at my face, which was just inches from Tom’s cock. Tom held my head between his hands, and pulled it towards him. “Come on, no big deal, just suck it.” I was amazed at my own compliance. Not only did I lean closer, I actually reached up to guide his cock into my mouth. Once again, I was doing whatever he wanted me to. His cousin said “No way!”, and leaned in a little to get a better view. I was still really scared that others might somehow find out, but I started blowing him, slowly, as he told his cousin that I sucked his dick all the time. He told him that blow jobs were great, and once you’ve had one, you have to keep getting them, and a lot of other juvenile bullshit, acting like the experienced man among us, which I guess he was, since he got his dick sucked. His cousin stared while he listened, keeping a close eye on the action, and I stared back, all the while sliding my head up and down on the dick in my mouth. Even though I was still apprehensive, I was turned on, and was intent on pleasing both of them by sucking good and putting on a good show. Tom turned more of his attention to me, and started getting really verbal, telling me what to do. I licked him, and at his instruction, sucked his balls for the first time, rubbed his cockhead across my lips and around my face, and took him in as deeply as I could. I was afraid, but also really excited, and I loved it when Tom came in my mouth while his cousin watched. My friend sat back, and told his cousin, “That felt reeaally good! You should try it.” I couldn’t believe it. Was he going to make me blow his cousin? I was still terrified that he would tell. Maybe if I blew him, he would have to keep the secret! Besides, deep inside, I really wanted to. I REALLY wanted to. I looked forward to going up into that loft, every time, and doing all the things Tom told me to. And although I dreaded the thought of anyone knowing, part of me wished other kids in the neighborhood were in on the secret, and made me do it too. Sucking Tom’s cock while his cousin watched was the most exciting thing I’d ever done. Even while I was doing it, I wondered how far things would go, hoping for more. Maybe I could suck off his cousin while Tom watched. Maybe he’d even fuck me at the same time! I was seriously disappointed when his cousin refused. I really wanted to do them both.

He kept mentioning it, though, for the rest of the day. Tom told him that I would do it if he wanted me to (and I would have, now less because I was scared, and more just because the idea turned me on, and I liked how Tom offered me to him like that). Later in the day, when his cousin brought it up again, my friend told him that he fucked me, too, if he wanted to try that. He said no, but he’d like to watch, so we went back up into the loft. By now I was so excited I could barely contain myself. Even without his cousin’s reminders, the excitement of servicing Tom’s cock while he watched had kept me hard all day. And now Tom was going to fuck me while he watched! The possibility that I would have to suck off his cousin, and maybe fuck him too, was very real, and set spark to my imagination. A thousand scenarios went through my mind on our walk to the garage, and as we climbed the ladder into the loft. The prospect of being used like that, being passed around, servicing one while the other watched, and maybe even doing both of them at the same time, incited a very powerful, almost overwhelming compulsion, an absolute need in me, for it to happen. There were two guys bringing me up to the loft, and all I could think about was making them both come in me!

Tom and I got naked, and I sucked him a little bit, because his cousin wanted to see more of that. Tom told me to sit spread-eagle on the floor, made a pillow of our clothes right between my open legs, and knelt on it, upright. His jutting cock wasn’t quite face-level, but I could lean forward and down comfortably. At Tom’s direction, his cousin sat close, just to the left of me, at a 90 degree angle. He had a straight shot at Tom’s cock and my mouth. “Is that good? Can you see all right?” His cousin just nodded. I was less nervous than earlier, and more horny than I’d ever been. Because I wanted to make his cousin horny too, horny enough to fuck me, or at least enough to make me blow him, I tried to make the blowjob fun to watch. Tom seemed to have the same idea. He told me to start slowly, to lick and suck him gently, starting with just the tip. He talked me through a very nice, slow blowjob, a long one, every once in a while asking his cousin if it was OK. “Do you like it? Does it look OK? Is there anything you want us to do?” His cousin only nodded: yes, yes, no. After ten or fifteen minutes, Tom was really moaning, and kept saying how good it felt. It felt good for me, too. His cock never felt better, I loved being watched, his cousin looked like he might be ready for a blow job himself, and I was more than ready to give him one.

As if on cue, Tom asked his cousin if he was ready to see him fuck me. His cousin actually opened his mouth: “Yes.” They stayed in place while I got up, turned around, got on all fours, and positioned myself so Tom could stick it in my ass. My dick was super-hard, and I waved it around a little when I moved, trying to signal to his cousin that I liked doing this stuff with Tom, and I’d like doing it to him, too.

I had gotten used to leaving Tom wet so he could get his cock in me without too much trouble, but he still had to work it in. While he was doing that, Tom kept telling his cousin what was good about fucking me, how it felt to have his dick in my ass, and suggesting he try it. He told him to pull out his dick, that I would suck it right then, and when he got no response, told me to do it for him. This was too good to be true. I was really going to get it, two cocks at once. I reached back for him, perhaps too quickly, and his cousin backed away. He had a bulge in his pants, though, and couldn’t keep his eyes off the dick going in and out of my ass, and my own hard dick, swinging wildly under my belly. Tom didn’t last too long, but it felt really good. After he came in me and pulled out, I lingered for a while on all fours, hoping his cousin would take his place. He did look over at me, so I looked him in the eye and arched my back, swaying just slightly forward and back, in a very suggestive fucking motion. I looked very pointedly at his groin, too, making it very obvious. The lump in his pants made it clear he was aroused, so I persisted. I stayed there until Tom was dressed, my hole exposed to full view, but his cousin didn’t take me up on my silent invitation, or Tom’s explicit offering. “Go ahead man, look at him. He’s all ready for you. Just try it.” Once or twice that day, I thought he might prefer being in my position rather than Tom’s, but the way his eyes kept coming back to my ass after Tom was done made me think otherwise. Regardless, he didn’t take me, not that day, nor the next, even though Tom kept offering me to him. But he watched Tom do everything to me. And Tom and I both liked that, so we were up in the loft most of that time, putting on a good show for him. His visit turned out to be a lot of fun, but he never did stick his dick in me, or even pull it out. He just wan’t assertive like Tom was. But he didn’t tell either.

Tom and I attended different schools that fall, and with sports, homework, new friends, and the days getting shorter, we didn’t see as much of each other. Later that year Tom moved out of state. I haven’t been with a guy since.

I sincerely hope you liked my story. All comments are welcome, and I’d especially like to hear from folks with similar stories to share. But, if you want to hookup with me: I’m looking for someone interested in “doing” things to me. You’re assertive, like Tom, I’m passive and obedient. I’m only interested in servicing your cock. I have no interest in kissing, cuddling, rimming you, playing with your nipples, or touching anything other than your cock and balls (with the possible exception of your ass, while I suck you). Odd as it sounds, I’m not attracted to guys. I’m just looking to relive a childhood experience, back in a time when we were innocent, yet extremely curious. An ideal match would treat his own cock like it’s the best toy he’s ever had, and enjoy having someone else make it feel good for him – just like when you first discovered it.

Unfortunately, things have changed somewhat since I was twelve. Be drug and disease-free. Be absolutely discreet. Big plus if you’re married, not too experienced, and completely in the closet about your desire to have a guy suck you, or to fuck a guy in the ass. Very cool if you want to relive a similar, complementary experience from your childhood, or just want some action while you watch straight porn. If I’m going to make this a reality, I’d prefer to make it ongoing, assuming we both like it. If you’re looking for a one-off, please pass me by. This may be farfetched, and I don’t expect to be so lucky, but if you’re part of a group of married guys who get together regularly for say, poker night, and want someone to do all of you, that would be the ultimate situation for me. To this day, I feel like I missed out on a lot by not continuing to play with cock. Think you can help me fix that?

One final note – this is mostly about attitude. If you’ve read this far and don’t understand that, you aren’t a good candidate. Also, on and off, while considering placing/answering an ad, I browsed CL, looked at cock pics, and fantasized about that summer. I’ve discovered I have preferences. Maybe subconsciously I just want one that looks like Tom’s, I don’t know. But it’s important to me. Before meeting, I will need to see pictures of your cock. It will play a part in my decision, so if you’d like to increase your chances, please include them in your first or second email, along with your stats – physical stature, weight, etc.

As for myself, I’m very good looking, white, DDF, sane, safe, and aside from that summer, inexperienced.