Date: Wed, 9 Aug 2017 19:30:02 -0600
From: Rocky Hawkins <justwriting@soniq.org>
Subject: Condoms for 25 cents

Title: Condoms for 25 cents


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I knew I was gay before I even knew what the word meant. I mean, kids had
been calling me that for years, but I always just thought it was a way to
get under my skin.

You see, I was one of those kids you see out there with the second-hand
clothes, the haircut that waited too long, and just a touch of dirt from
avoiding a shower for the last two days. We were a lower-class family, and
I was damned poor.

My name is Dade. I am 11 years old, and in sixth grade. We live in a small
town in Wisconsin, about 40,000 in the whole thing (and a lot of it was
country side). I live in the south end of the city, mostly where the
apartments and the trailer parks are. I can't say that I'm proud of it, but
you know, Mom tries. She works, most of the time, and we always have food
on the table and a place to sleep.

Anyway, I used to play a lot outside. There's a really cool forest behind
the house, and it was the perfect spot for playing 'knights and wizards' or
other imaginary games I could come up with. I didn't really have any
friends, but I still had fun with myself. For months, I would get home from
school, race through my homework, munch on a grilled cheese my mom would
make me from the government block of cheese she always had in the fridge,
and zip on my rusty old BMX-knock off one of her ex-boyfriends bought me.

I had to stop going, though, when the weirdos showed up. See, it was the
90's, and there was this new craze about being 'alternative'. My usual spot
to play had now been taken over with upside down stars and a bonfire.
Teens, wearing weird black makeup and long oversized clothes were there,
drinking discount beer and talking about calling the dead. I already got
beat up enough at school, I didn't need any more here. So, I left.

At home, there wasn't anything to do. We couldn't afford cable, so TV was
not an option. I didn't have any friends, and riding my bike around the
block was just plain dumb.

Mom saw my boredom, and tried to help. "Go to the library, Dade. There's a
ton of fun books to read, and I think they have computers there!"

Now see, computers were my passion. Since I was only 4'6" and barely 90
pounds, there was no way I was going to get into sports; I tried baseball
last year, but it just got me funny looks and towel slaps in the locker
room. But computers? They were the future. They don't tease you. They don't
judge. They just let you do what you want. And I liked them.

I thought about it for a moment and decided the Library was a good idea.
Mom told me to be back by 9pm and even gave me 2$ for a snack!

I stopped at the local gas station on my way, as they have a vending
machine. I picked a soda pop for 35cents, some generic brand, and leaned
against the wall to drink it. I had never been to this station before, and
noticed it was a bit more run down than the rest. It had old style pumps,
with the dials on the front. It didn't have a canopy or anything on the
top, so no protection from the rain. It didn't even have a store inside;
just a man, sitting with a newspaper in a small glass box. He looked over
at me as I took a drink, and smiled. I nodded politely and got back on my
bike.

One thing I noticed about that station was that, unlike the others, they
had bathroom doors on the outside. Men and Women. Most of the new stations
around here make you get a key, and have a single bathroom for both. I
often watch for places to hide, in case the bullies are around - like I
said, I get beat up a lot.

The library was an AMAZING place. So much bigger than I expected. The woman
at the counter helped me to understand the basics, and even set me up with
a library card. She told me how the decimal system works, and how I can
reserve time in the computer rooms, or even the VHS rooms! And yes, they
had MOVIES! Are you kidding?

The library became my new place to be. After school, I would bolt here
directly, checking out movies, playing on WordStar on the computer, and
even reading some great books like 'My Side of the Mountain' and 'Where the
Red Fern Grows'. So much good fiction to read!

On one particular day, I checked out a VHS room, because the new Disney
movie, 'The Rocketeer' had appeared on the Library shelf. I couldn't wait
to see it. I went to room 4b, and closed the door and unloaded my bag. You
weren't supposed to eat, but I think everyone did. I still had some money
from Mom on that first day, so I had spent another 50 cents on a moon
pie. But when I closed the door, there was already a tape in the
player. Curious, I hit play.

My jaw dropped at the topic on the screen. In the middle of the screen, a
boy, about my age, was naked, and a doctor was rubbing him! I turned up the
volume and looked behind me to make sure the door was closed. "During this
period in a boy's life, the testicles begin to... "

It was a sex education film!

My mind started racing, and my own body sprung to attention. I had never
really seen anything like this before, and I knew I had to see the rest. I
rewound the tape, and watched it from the beginning.

It was a mind-blowing experience. This man, a doctor, explained
everything. How a boy develops, how he gets hair down there, and how
erections work. He even explained that sometimes boys will touch
themselves, and have orgasms! Toward the end, he talked about birth control
and diseases, which were gross, but still... exciting. Just before the
ending, he talked about condoms. "Now, every young man should know about,
and how to use, a prophylactic. It's the only way to be safe against
diseases. Your guidance counselor or local drug store will have them, and
you shouldn't be ashamed to have one, before you even consider having sex."

Until now, I had no idea about a lot of this. I got hard, sure. I even
rubbed on it at night. But I didn't know it would ejaculate! Perhaps that
explained the stains in the front of my underwear... I knew I wasn't peeing
myself!

I couldn't even think about the movie now. My mind was stuck on that boy,
and my hard-on was raging. I snuck out of the room, and put the movie back
in the return bin. I held my backpack in front of me, and left the library.

It was only 7 when my bike hit the street. My mind was racing, and I knew I
had to try to make myself ejaculate. I zoomed past the gas station and
right back to our apartment. Mom wasn't home, which was perfect. I closed
the door to my room, got naked as a j-bird, and hopped into bed. I was
still hard from the library, and my thighs churning the bike wheels kept me
going. I didn't really know what to do, so I started to tug on it. It fit
pretty well in my hand, and I knew from the video that I was
uncircumcised. The skin pulled over the head of my penis, and when I pulled
it back down, I got a small shiver. It felt good, so I kept it up, each
time getting a little faster. My hand now made a fist around it, and I
arched my back a little. Soon, I felt like I should move a bit, and it made
it feel even better when I started to arch my hips up and down. I felt a
tingly sensation, and I was going to stop like always, but then I realized
- this was the orgasm. With full speed, my fist pumped up and down, and my
hips started to jerk. My eyes slammed shut and my body exploded. I could
feel wave after wave of pleasure, my slim stomach and my light dusting of
pubic hair now sticky and wet.

I opened my eyes and took a look. My first orgasm. There wasn't much. some
clear watery stuff on my tummy, and some white spots on my fist. But, no
towel. I pulled my hand up to sniff the stuff. It smelled like pool
cleaner, kind of. I was still on my back, and as I was contemplating this
smell, the liquid dripped on my lips. Without thinking, my tongue touched
and lapped up the new fluid.

I blinked, and then laughed. It didn't really have a taste, but, really,
did I just lick my own semen? Whatever the case, all this made me very
tired. I let myself crash, and woke up just in time to be late for the
bus. Great.

All day long, I couldn't stop thinking about what this meant. The video had
taught me that all boys do this, and that eventually it would mean that I
was ready to have sex, make a baby, with a girl.

But, I didn't like girls. In fact, over the next few days, every hard on I
had was because I was thinking about that boy in the video. He was a lot
like me; he had the same sandy blonde hair color, though it was cut
clean. He had olive skin like me. He was uncut like me. He even had the
same amount of pubic hair as me. I had to figure it out - why was I hard
over this boy, instead of girls like the doctor said I should?

The library had to have the answer. With fear and guilt, I tried to look
through the card catalog. I didn't know what to look for, so I just kept
trying. There weren't a lot that made sense.

It took about 2 weeks of courage building, but finally, I did it. I walked
right up to Ms. Mason, the librarian, and asked.

"Are there books on how boys like girls, and stuff like that?" I asked.

She put down her own book, and thought a minute. She smiled at me and
asked, "You're 11, right? OK, so, what you are probably looking for is
puberty and sexuality."

She wrote down a number and pointed to the 300's row. 306.7, to be exact. I
looked over at it, and then around the room. There were a lot of people
still here.

She sensed my apprehension and whispered, "Go to row 6, all the way to the
end, then come back up through the 300s. If you are nervous, just keep
walking. No one's going to pay attention to a student in the rows. Just,
take your time, and take your choices to a private desk."

And I did. I walked slowly to the far end of the rows, and the main part of
the library got harder and harder to see. 306.7 was on the far end, and
when I got there, a small selection of books caught my eye. Titles like,
'Safety: sex in the 90s,' and 'The Human Body: a female guide,' but none of
them were what I needed. Then, like a saint of God, I saw it. Right there,
out where anyone could see. 'Encyclopedia of Homosexuality'.

My face got hot and flushed, and my groin twitched. There was an entire
ENCYCLOPEDIA about it?!

I grabbed the book, and rushed to a reading room. I couldn't let anyone see
what I had, but I HAD to know what was in that book. I read for hours;
things about oral sex, stonewall, condoms, and even prison were all listed
in this book. It had everything. It wasn't until the lights flashed and the
announcement that the library was closing that I realized, I couldn't lose
sight of this book.

I knew I couldn't get it out of the library, and I couldn't check it out,
so, I had to do something. I quickly ran down the rows, and found the
section for physics, 530. The books were really tall, and I knew I could
hide this one behind them without being noticed. I couldn't risk it being
checked out.

I left the library with a nod to Ms. Mason, and headed home.

It was dark, but still pretty early. Autumn made the moon come out early. I
could still see ahead of me, but the lights on the street helped me
navigate home. As I was passing the gas station, I realized how bad I had
to pee. Four hours of reading had caught up with me. I pulled to the
station and reached for the men's door. The lights were flickering in the
station glass cube, and I knew he was setting to close. The door had no
lock, and had a couple urinals and a stall. I closed the door and unzipped
in the stall, and let go. What a relief.

As I was finishing, I looked around. There were pin-ups of naked women all
over; a lot of graffiti, and even a white metal machine on the wall. The
water didn't work in the sink, so I couldn't wash my hands, and there were
no towels left anyway. I looked at the machine, and noticed that it offered
Mouthwash for a dime; a comb for a dime; Musky cologne for a quarter; and -
a condom! for a quarter. Beside it were phone numbers and things like 'for
a good time' and 'suck it for you!' I wasn't sure what they meant for sure,
but I wasn't dumb, either.

After all the reading and information, I had, I realized that I needed to
try one out. I fished a quarter out of my pocket, and turned the dial. A
small square of cardboard popped out, and I took it. It was too risky to
see it here, but just the thought that I had a condom in my pocket was
already giving me wood.

As I left the bathroom, the owner of the station was walking up. He pulled
out a set of keys, and smiled, saying, "Hey boy - you're lucky you got out
of there. I was just about to lock it up!"

I laughed, the idea of getting stuck in that room sounding silly. He
flipped open the door, and flashed the lights on full bright, checking the
room. He stepped in, and while I was unlocking my bike, I heard him clank
and bang at something. He paused a minute, then closed the door. I was
already to bike away, when he called to me.

"Hey kid, good luck with that. They're pretty old. Next time, get a newer
one from inside."

I blushed. How did he know I got a condom? Did he see in the machine?  Was
that the clanking I heard?

I didn't respond; I raced home and to my room. Mom called to me for dinner,
but I mumbled that I was tired and was going to bed.

It was time to explore. I heard the TV flick on, and Mom had one of her
dates over. We had a VHS, but no movies; her guy pal must have brought some
over. In any case, they would be busy for hours.

I stripped down and pulled out the cardboard package. It unfolded into 4
sides, and the foil package came into view. Each side of the cardboard had
instructions; how to open, how to get it on, and how to use it. I was hard
as a rock, so step one was already done.

The tearing of the package said not to use your teeth, but I couldn't help
it. IT wouldn't tear! When I got the latex circle out of the pack, the
whole room filled with a smell of melted plastic. It was strong, and I
wondered if they were all like that. But, it was sticky and slick; the pack
said that it was coated with Nontoxynol-9 for protection. All I know, it
was gooey.

I began to roll it down, and my body got the shivers. It was turning me on
so much to think that this was one more step closer to what guys do when
they have sex. It felt a little loose on my hardened dick, but I managed to
roll it down complete covering my dick.

I couldn't help it, my hormones reacted, and I grabbed my hard-on through
the condom. The slippery waxy feel of the latex and the slickness of the
lube put my mind in a spin. Before I knew it, I was full blown stroking,
and reaching that fuzzy stage. I gasped, and my dick started to pump. I
came into the condom, 3-4 short bursts, and caught it all into the tip. I
arched up at the last volley wave of pleasure, and looked down at my mess.

Except. There wasn't a mess. For the first time since I figured out how to
ejaculate, there wasn't a mess. This was amazing! Something that feels
great, contains the mess that my ejaculation made every night, and only a
quarter? I needed these! Now I just needed more quarters.

I pulled the condom off like that package said, from the base, being
careful not to let any spill. I didn't unroll any more of the condom, and I
could see now how much fit on my dick. The encyclopedia told me that a
condom will fit most guys up to about 7.5".  I had unrolled more than half
of it, plus the tip. I guess that makes me about 4" hard. I'll have to look
and see what the book says about length.

It was a couple days before I could find a few quarters, but by Friday, I
was ready to buy. I had looked at Ben Franklin, our only pharmacy in the
area, and condoms there were at least 3 dollars for a pack of 6. I couldn't
afford that, and it would take weeks to even save that kind of cash. No,
the gas station was the only option. I would go back and get some tonight.

I stopped at the library after school, and read up a bit more about
size. There was a human puberty book in the section, and it mentioned that
I was right on target. My thin build was low, but my height and penis was
good. I had learned that because I could 'cum', I must have gone through
puberty. I didn't really think my voice had changed, but I was certainly
into learning about sex, and most of the time I couldn't think of anything
but. And usually, it was about boys.

School didn't make us shower for gym, thankfully, so I never really saw any
of the other kids naked. Except for the movie I saw at the library (which
was missing from the room, and not on the check-out shelves), I had never
seen another boy naked. I mean, once a while ago, I saw a guy at the house
naked, but I was too shy to really look. He came out of my mom's room and
into mine by mistake, looking for the bathroom. He was naked, and his thing
was just flopping around. I was in bed, and the light woke me up. I think
he was drunk, because he kind of fell into the room, and kept apologizing
about the intrusion. I heard him flush the toilet and go back to bed, but
he wasn't there long. Mom never brought him back to the house. She was like
that. No one ever stayed long.

It was about 8:45pm when the familiar dings of the intercom signalled that
the library was closing. I walked out, waving at Ms. Mason. I zoomed over
to the gas station, hoping that it would be like last time; no one there to
know I was getting a condom (or more!)

Sadly, when I got there, the lights were already off. The glass box was
empty. I tossed my bike to the ground, and grabbed at the handle to the
bathroom. It was already locked. What was I going to do?

"Hey boy, need to get in there?" a voice called out from behind.

I turned. It was the owner guy. He was off by a car, I think his, and
walking toward me. I noticed that he had on some overalls and a white
t-shirt. I big set of keys hanging from the side, and a pack of cigarettes
in his pocket. There was one in his mouth, lipped to the side.

I knew he knew why I was there, but I couldn't tell him the real reason. I
mean, how do you tell an adult, a stranger, that you need condoms to
masturbate into, and that you love the feeling so much.. and that it's so
much easier to clean up, instead of hiding your underwear or socks you used
as towels?

"I, uh, really need to pee, uh, sir." I stammered. I mean, it was a
bathroom.

He nodded, and flicked the smoke to the road. He pulled off the big set of
keys and stood next to me. "Yeah, I do too. Let's get this door unlocked."

I gulped a bit. I didn't have to pee! In fact, I had just done so earlier
at the library, and I didn't have any soda today at all!

I was just about to tell him not to worry about it, when the door latched,
and he ushered me in. "There ya go buddy. Hunker up and let it go."

I'd never peed next to an adult before. I always used stalls when I was in
the mall and stuff. But he didn't seem shy. He nudged me over to the far
stall, and then stood right next to me. He undid the buckle loops at his
chest, letting the front part flip down. He reached to the left side and
undid each button, until the loose fabric started to slide down his body.

Without any warning, I was now standing next to a naked man. I locked my
eyes at the wall, terrified he was going to be mad at me for watching him
undress like that.

He let out a sigh, and a large stream of piss started to flow from him. I
didn't look down, but the sound of the liquid against the urinal and the
smell of warm pee began to fill the room.

"You gonna piss or not, boy? Don't be shy, we all got a dick." He chuckled,
"Don't worry, I ain't gonna tell nobody bout' your condoms."

I was wearing my usual jogging pants, and fruit of the loom underwear. By
now, I was so nervous, I actually did have to pee, but now... there was a
problem. Oh No! I was getting hard! The idea of a naked man next to me sent
my brain into overdrive, and my dick reacted. I couldn't move. I couldn't
pee.

He finished peeing, and I heard the last few drops spill onto the floor. At
first, he just stood there, not moving, just another sigh. I could feel him
look at me. I felt hot, my face was red. I wanted to run.

He coughed, and that broke my stare, but I couldn't look at him. He still
stood there, bibs at his knees.

"Hey, little dude," he said. "I think I get the problem. You got yourself a
woody and can't piss, right?"

He nudged me in the arm, and I peeked a bit to my left. He chuckled
again. "That ain't no thing, dude! We all gets 'em. I get em' all the time!
Go on., whip it out. Show me what ya got?"

I froze completely. I wanted to free my hardon from the tight white undies,
but how could I in front of this guy? He grew a bit impatient.

"Look, bud. You come in here with me, you are all hot and bothered. It's
cool. Boys like you dont get chances like this often. Take a look. I'll get
mine hard for ya too. Just, drop your pants, and let me see. We can both
check each other out. It'll be our little secret, ok?"

He reached for me, and turned me to face him. I looked at his face, and saw
a gentle smile. He was about 30, I think. Probably one of the taller people
I've seen. He had only the white shirt on now, and it was tight against
him. He had muscles on his arms, and his tummy seemed ridged, like he was
flexing. I let my eyes drift a little, and then I saw it.

In front of me, less than a foot from my own chest, was a fully grown man's
dick. It was big! I could tell it was still loose and floppy, but it was
already bigger than mine was when it was fully hard. His hands were on my
shoulders, and my eyes locked into his crotch. There was a lot of hair
around it, and his balls hung really low. I realized that he wasn't wearing
underwear. I never thought that you could go out of the house with them. I
may have to try it.

He broke my thoughts. "Ok, you got to see mine, now let's take a look at
yours."

I watched, frozen, as he lowered down to his knees. With both hands, he
pulled at my waistband. Both my jogging pants and my underwear caught
between his fingers, and in a single motion, they were now down at my
feet. My own dick caught them on the way down, and when they got too low,
it flicked back up. I was hard as hell.

"Now, look at that. Dude, you have a great little pecker! Bigger than I
thought! Nice!" he slid his hands back up the sides of my legs, and they
were so large that he could stretch them all the away across my hips and
ass. I had never had a man touch me like this, and my mind was reeling. I
realized I wasn't breathing.

He looked up at me, and our eyes met. That smirk of his came back, and I
looked straight into his blue eyes as he flicked his hair. It was longer
than most, longer than mine even. He was almost like a skater grunge type,
and he had no facial hair. I looked at him, and he looked through me.

It was only when his mouth reached my dick, that I lost it. My eyes slammed
shut and I gasped. Unlike a condom, his mouth was warm, and wet, and his
tongue slid against me. It was a feeling I've never had before, and I
couldn't believe it.

My hips, like always, went into auto-pilot, and started to hump against his
face. He let out an 'oh fuck yeah', and grabbed my butt tighter. I felt the
tingle coming, and started to arch my back.

He must have felt me tighten up, because he pulled away. My head,
completely stretched back with eyes sealed shut, looked down at him,
confused.

"Little dude - do you cum yet?"

I nodded, and went red again. He smiled and stood up. His own dick had
gotten very hard as well, and jutted out at me. I didn't know what to do
but stare.

He continued to talk. "Bud, I am really hot for you. I was hoping you could
give me a little of what I just did. If you help me out with this guy-" he
grabbed his dick - "I will finish you off too. Deal?"

He didn't wait for an answer, but instead guided a hand to his own dick. I
wrapped my fingers around the heavy stick, and couldn't believe how small
my hands were around it. Where my right hand could fit all the way around
my own dick, I could barely touch my finger to my thumb in this grip.

He wrapped his own hand around mine, and began to stroke. With the other
hand, he brushed through my hair a few times, his own voice getting low,
almost a whisper. "Oh yeah, baby. Stroke it. Daddy wants you to taste that
cum..."

Daddy? I wasn't sure what he meant, but soon, I could feel his hand on my
head pulling me closer. His other hand, once covering mine on his dick, had
moved to my chin. He slid his thumb to my lips and pushed in. I took the
thumb in my mouth, and he rubbed my tongue with it. His hand pulled at my
jaw, and my mouth opened wider.

"Alright, little man, you got my pretty worked up. I'm gonna give you a
treat, but you gotta let me do the work, ok? Just, try to relax."

His hand on my head and jaw shifted to my shoulders, and he pushed me
down. On my knees, he looked down at me and opened his own mouth. I looked
at him and he repeated the action.

I got the hint. I opened, and he pushed forward. His dick, hard in front of
me, was sliding into my mouth. I felt it slide over my tongue, and quickly
hit the back of my throat.

I coughed and gagged at this, pulling away. His hand, once on my shoulder,
now locked behind my neck. I couldn't pull back again, and his dick slid in
once more. More coughing. It was too big. I was starting to get scared.

As though he sensed my fear, he began to whisper. "Little buddy, don't
worry. I know it's big, but Daddy's close. All you have to do is try, ok? I
won't hurt you..."

He pushed in again, small short motions back and forth. My jaw was getting
tired, and he winced as his motions scraped against my teeth. I started to
taste a metallic flavor, and it reminded me of my own fluids from months
before.

He pulled out, and used his hand to lift my head up. I looked at him, and
he pointed to his lips. They were cupped over his teeth. "Just do this, for
like 2 minutes, ok dude? Cover your teeth with your lips."

I did as he asked, and he slipped back in. He stroked his dick in my mouth,
and used his left hand for the shaft,. I felt him get faster, and he pushed
a bit harder. Going even faster, he started to push harder, and it hit the
back of my throat again. I started to gag on it, but he didn't stop this
time. His pumping got faster, and his hand was now in a fist over my mouth,
making a longer tunnel for his dick. The back of my head was still being
held in place, and my eyes began to water.

"Little man, I'm gonna give it to you, ok? I need you to catch it all in
your mouth, OK? Just cathc it all, and swallow what you can. You need to
swallow daddy's load, ok?" He kept repeating this as his strokes got
faster. His breathing got shallow, and his pumping slowed. Suddenly, his
whole body tensed, and I felt him pull back to the tip of my tounge.

Shot after shot after shot of cum erupted from his dick. I felt it smack
the back of my throat, coating my tongue, and it didn't stop. I could feel
my cheeks filling with it. His dick held my mouth wide open and his hand
didn't let me move an inch, so I had no choice. I swallowed the thick cream
he was giving me, and felt it slide down my throat. It wasn't like food or
water. I could actually feel it stuck in my throat, sliding slowing to my
stomach.

His voice had cracked, and his body was still tight as he finished. He let
go of my hair and neck, and his cock pulled away from my mouth. I had
swallowed most of the cream, and actually, it wasn't that bad. Tasted like
gum that's been chewed too long.

He immediately dropped to the floor to meet my eyes. "Buddy, that was
awesome. Did you leave and cum in that mouth of yours? I hope you swallowed
it all. Now, stand up for me."

I stood up, and he pushed me against the wall, away from the urinal. My
cock had gotten soft again, but his mouth around it woke me up again. He
pulled away from it long enough to say, "tell me when you're going to shoot
it, baby boy..."

He went back to work on my cock, his hands now pushing my chest to the
wall, his head bouncing on my dick. It didn't take long. My hips started to
buck, and I gave out a little moan. He slid his tongue in circles around
the inside of my foreskin, and I lost it. I tried to grunt, and tell him I
was ready, but I don't know if he heard me.

"Sir..." I whispered. "I'm gonna.. I'm ready..."

I couldn't say anything more. My own body reacted to his tongue and mouth,
and I shot. My own cum was spraying into his mouth, and he stopped dead
still, sucking my cock hard. I felt every drop of my cum fall into his
mouth, and my own hands instinctively went to his head. I held him there,
in place, as the orgasm subsided, the sensations of his mouth so strong and
sensitive against my dick. He didn't move, allowing me to come down from
this new high.

When It was all over, he stood up and put on his overalls. I pulled up my
own pants and underwear, unsure what to say.

He nodded at me. "Hey kid, so. This never happened. You got me? Never
happened. You tell anyone, and I'll have to have you arrested for stealing
or something. You got me?"

I nodded, scared and worried about the change in his tone. "I won't
tell. It uhm... felt good."

He softened a bit, and I think he understood. "Yeah, you liked it? Well, if
you can keep this secret... why don't you come back again after 8:30
sometime. We can try some other stuff too. But again. No telling. Got it?"

He let me out of the bathroom, locking it behind us. I rode home, feeling
sore but happy. All the things I had read and seen, and it actually
happened to me. I got to suck a guy, and he did me too!

*** And then... ***

I did go back to him. Roger, was name. He and I messed around for years; he
would suck me off in his car, or I'd suck him in the restroom. I got really
good at taking all of his length, and he even started to gag on me as my 4"
turned into a very respectable 7". Eventually he even got to be inside me
completely, on my 16th birthday. Over that time, I found out that he was
married, and had a daughter about my age; we went to school together. I
never asked him more, but I had come to know that people like him - they
weren't sick, or even harmful; they just needed someone like me. Someone
they can explore feelings and urges with. Much the same way I needed
someone like him - to teach me, and let me feel all those sensations. I
learned so much from him, I got to feel amazing with him, and he got the
outlet he needed.

In 1997, I earned a scholarship to a college in Boston, and had to move. I
lost touch with Roger, but all through college, there wasn't anyone who
could match the flavor, the size, or the technique of my first. In those
four years, I was a top, a bottom, and even had a regular threesome with
some buddies - but none of them matched up. I guess, you never can beat
your first, right?



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