From: "Mr. Monkey Spank" <rruss@no-spam.dq.org>
Subject: My First Time Ever
Date: Tue, 30 Sep 1997 21:49:36 -0800
Organization: The Voice of One Head Talking
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This is not a work of fiction.  It is in fact my recollection of the
first time I ever had sex (with a man or a woman). If you're underage I
personally don't give a shit if you read this or not. Maybe you;ll learn
something from it and can understand that no matter what your sexuality
is you're going to be OK. If I can help some teenager come to grips with
who he is sexually - rather than kill himself - then all's the better.

Fuck disclaimers.

If your parents are so fucking uptight about fuck stories then why the
fuck are they leaving you in a room by yourself? Read it and enjoy.


Part 1 of 5

One weekend my friend Steve and I were hanging out in the woods on the
Marine base where both our dads were stationed during the Vietnam war.
It
was summer, school was out and our fathers were 10,000 miles away
fighting
a war we didn't understand. The weather in North Carolina was
oppressively
hot and humid. We usually wore cut-off jeans and a white tee shirt or no

shirt at all. My friend Steve and I could usually be found biking around
in
the woods, hunting squirrels , camping or just fucking off. The base was
pretty secure and our mothers really didn't seem concerned that we'd
disappear for a few days at a time. The woods were sacred ground for me.
It afforded one of the few respites from the house full of women which
my dad had left me to "take
care of' while he was away. More than a few homeless guys - mostly hobos
-
lived in these woods along the rail tracks which marked the boundary
between the 'outside' world and the inside security of the base. Steve
and I'd often stumble into a small encampment where they'd stayed for a
few days. One day, we were biking along and found just such a camp where
a small fire was in its final minutes of life. Trash lay strewn about
and the place had the smell of piss and other foul things. We jumped
off  of our bikes and walked over to a large oak where we found a bottle
of liquor (Jim Beam) which was maybe 3/4 full. We
figured one of the hobos had misplaced the thing during a drunken stupor
and had never been able to find it. Steve and I sat down and had our
first try of hard liquor. Steve immediately spat his out and cussed the
burning taste it left in his mouth. I choked mine down and figured it
would taste a bit better if I mixed it
with a Slurpee - or something. Steve tried a few more swigs but
gradually gave up on trying to enjoy the alcohol. He was not going to
have any more to do
with the stuff - even though the few sips we had gave us a faint buzz in
the noon sun.

We got back on our bikes and continued down the tracks for a few more
miles where we came upon several rail cars which we loaded with three or
four very
large personnel carriers used to haul troops around in battle. We
dropped
our bikes and were on the rail cars in a second scrambling about the
huge
tank-like machines. Suddenly, we heard a voice shout "Get the FUCK off
of
those weapons you hairless cocked bastards!" Steve and I were scared
shitless at the authority of the voice and were even more surprised when
we
saw the young marine in full camouflage fatigues. "We didn't break
nothin"
Steve said. The blond soldier shrugged, stared at the both of us, and
replied "Didn't say you did. I just have my orders to keep anyone from
fucking with Uncle Sam's equipment - especially curious fucking punks
like you." As we scrambled off of the carriers we could see the poor
bastard was sweating his ass off in his field uniform. All three of us
crawled down off of the rail cars and the corporal headed back to the
edge of the woods where he'd been watching the equipment. His small tent
was well hid in the lush shade which the many pines provided. It was
obvious that he'd chosen this site for both the cover it gave as well as
the cooling shadows which the shade generated.

The soldier sat down on his cot and started drinking from his canteen.
He
explained that the locomotive which had been pulling the train had
broken down and that base headquarters relayed to his superior officers
that it would be at least two days before another could be sent to
continue moving the shipment of material - which he'd been assigned to
escort. Because the machines represented a substantial investment of
government money, he'd been ordered by his superiors to stand guard over
the cars until they could be moved. He asked us our names and we told
him. It appeared to both Steve and I that his attitude seemed to be
lightening up and that it was obvious he was just happy to have someone
near his age (he was 20) to have around to break the boredom. He told us
his name was Buckie and that the other marines had given him that
knick-name because his bed squeaked a lot at night. The joke was lost on
Steve and myself. We told the Buckie about our finding the liquor and
that we'd stashed it in the bushes a few miles back down the tracks. He
got animated at this point "Shit dudes, I could definitely go for a
drink right about now." he looked at us with some intent. Half expecting
him to beg us, he asked if we'd go back down the tracks and bring the
bottle back. Neither Steve or myself relished the idea of riding more
than a few miles back just to get this jarhead a swig off of our stashed
bottle. Besides, it was starting to get towards dinner time and we both
had enough of a ride ahead of us as it was. We told the marine that it
was time we headed home. A visible look of disappointment swept across
his face. "Dudes. How about if you come back after dinner and hang out.
Shit, it's lonely here and I'm bored out of my fucking head." Steve and
I looked at each other as we said simultaneously, "Maybe." We both
started towards our bikes which lay against the rail car. "Hey, if you
do come back bring that bottle and some mixer." our new friend yelled.
"Some what?" I called. "Some mixer. You know, like Pepsi or
something..." he replied. "Maybe. We'll see." I half-spoke back. Steve
and I headed home on the bikes. The ride home taking almost an hour.


Part 2 of 5

After dinner I called Steve to see if he was interested in going back to
see Buckie. Steve said that his mom had decided to go out with some
friends and that he needed to stay home so that he could watch his
younger sisters. He wanted me to come by but I wanted nothing to do with
the girls who, I was sure, would make our evening a living hell with
their screeching and teasing and such. Not suspecting much more than the
opportunity go meet someone outside of my small circle of friends I
hopped on my bike and headed for the tracks. Along the way I stopped for
a six pack of coke and picked up the bottle of liquor which Steve and I
had stashed. At this point the sun was getting low in the sky and I
followed it as it gradually set over the tops of the trees which marked
the forest I was heading towards. Ahead, I saw the rail cars with their
great machines and expected to see the marine standing next to it but he
was nowhere to be seen. I dropped my bike against the car as I had
before and walked into the trees where I knew his small camp would be.
Through the trees I could see him sitting on his canvas sleeping cot. He
no longer wore the helmet or field jacket which had made him look so
much larger before. I was surprised to see him wearing only a pair of
olive colored boxer shorts, his standard issue corps cap and his black
boots. Both  hands rested in his lap and I could see his cock sticking
out of the opening of his boxers. I was astounded at the scence. No
longer did this guy seem like the fierce, barking badass jarhead I'd
encountered only a few hours before. Instead, there seemed an innocence
to him that I didn't expect. He didn't look the 20 years he claimed to
be. His sandy blond hair was close cropped against the youthful face and
tanned skin. He had a faint trace of blond hair  which, in the shade
appeared much darker than it was. Overall his body was taught and
muscular unlike the swimmers build which puberty was now starting to rob
me of. Suddenly he grabbed his protruding cock and slowly started to
pull on it. I could tell he had a firm hold on his dick which seemed his
fist could barely fit around. The fist of his palm choked the cock at
the base yet he still had several inches protruding past the hand. He
was stroking it with an increased pace and still I stood there staring.
I felt something stir within me which I don't remember having ever felt
before. Lust, desire...I had no idea. I only knew that I wanted  to be
closer to this guy.

At that moment my foot snapped a twig which gave off a crack loud enough
to get Buckie's attention. He immediately shot up from the cot pulling
the boxers up and around the beautiful hard meat in one quick movement.
He immediately saw me as I made my way into the clearing as if I'd been
walking the whole time. He didn't seem too embarrassed at having been
interrupted, probably because I had a blank look about me which I hoped
would conceal the sense of lust which had arisen in me. He saw I had the
liquor and the six-pack. "Dude! You made it!" he said as he slapped me
on the shoulder and lightly pulled me towards him as if to hug. It was
just close enough to briefly feel the now semi-hard shaft of his cock
rub against my own crotch. He was damp with sweat and his body gave off
the strong pungent odor of someone who's not had a shower for a day or
so - the Carolina heat had not been kind to this guy. Still, the smell
was almost intoxicating . He was obviously enthused to see me and  I
smiled sheepishly and stood there standing by his cot. "You guys weren't
kidding about the fucking liquor were you?" he smiled as he held the
bottle up for inspection. I smiled back at him pleased that I'd brought
some happiness and gained some favor and approval  from Buckie. He bent
down and started digging through the large field pack which seemed to
contain damn near everything imaginable. Toilet paper, canteen, socks, a
manual of some kind, a toothbrush, now laying on the ground. He
continued digging, toothpaste, a small all-purpose knife, a fork,
Vaseline, a razor. He quickly grabbed the small jar of Vaseline and
shoved it back in the pack. Almost in the same moment he pulled out what
he'd been looking for, two steel cups inserted inside of each other.
"Ah, here they are. Thought I'd lost these fuckers." he smiled. He put
his hand on my shoulder in a gesture to sit on down on the cot. I did
so. As I sat I saw the head of his now soft cock just barely slipping
out from the front of his boxers. Buckie seemed oblivious to his thick
manhood hanging half at attention just inches from where I now sat. I
tried not to stare and looked down at the ground as soon as I felt aware
of the amount of time I'd been staring at it. "Shit, I wish I had some
ice." Buckie said as he sat down on the cot next to me.


Part 3

Sitting next to Buckie on the cot I found myself feeling both nervous
and excited. I suspect it was the prospect of actually having the
opportunity to meet a guy older than myself that didn't treat me like
the high school sophomore that I was. Adolescence can be quite cruel and
the fact that  teenagers have their own hierarchy and pecking order
didn't make growing up any easier. This was very different. I started to
fantasize Bunkie as a long lost brother and that my being with him was
the opportunity to get reacquainted with each other all over again. "So,
tell me about yourself." he asked as he opened the bottle of liquor.
"Your old man a lifer?" This was the standard question living in a
military town. It was a down right dumb one when asked of a dependent
living on base. "Yeah, I guess." Was my reply. "We live over by the golf
course about a mile from the Officers Club." He turned his head and
stared at me. "Your old man's an officer? What's his rank?" I told him
that my dad was a lieutenant-colonel attached to one of the base fighter
wings. "A pilot eh?' he looked somewhat impressed. I told him that my
dad was over in Vietnam for his second tour in under three years. He
must have picked up on the tone of sadness in my voice knowing that a
good number of young boys and girls were growing up on a good number of
military establishments without fathers being around all of the time. He
reached over and put his arm over my shoulder and hugged me in an
awkward way. He then roughly ran his hand through my hair and smiled. I
was surprised at both gestures but found it left me feeling intensely
aroused in a way I was not familiar with. Reaching iagain into his
backpack he pulled out a pack of cigarettes, lit one, and then poured a
healthy shot of liquor into each of the two cups followed with the soda
which I had picked up on the way. Buckie took his first swig of the
drink and pulled down almost a third of what was in his cup. I didn't
relishing the idea of trying to keep up with that sort of drinking. The
burning taste of the stuff was still fresh in my mind from earlier in
the day. He looked over at me in silence. I knew it was to see whether
or not I'd follow his lead. I sheepishly took a sip of the mixture. It
really didn't taste quite as bad as I'd expected. The soda took away
some of the bite and I put the cup to my lips again and drank. It did me
no good to try to mask my reaction to the alcohol. Buckie immediately
started laughing and again put his hand on my shoulder followed with a
teasing slap on the back. As we went on I found that slowly my
apprehensions about being around him were starting to lift. He asked me
a series of very general questions about where I grew up, where else my
family had been stationed, what were my parent s like... He in turn told
me his story whereby he conveyed to me that he'd gotten in trouble with
the law as a teenager and the judge had given him the choice of either
going to jail or enlisting in the military. He never really said what
offense it was that he committed but seemed somewhat amused with himself
for having done it. As he went about refilling his cup he started
talking about his buddies he'd left back home and how much he missed
hanging out with them. "Damn, we did everything together." he pined,
"There was nothing we didn't do without the other. Nothing."  he said
wistfully." Every guy needs  to have at least one buddy like that" he
smiled as he finished pouring his drink. I took his cue and, mustering
my courage, I turned the cup up and finished off the drink. He poured a
another for me. Just as he finished pouring my drink he sat the bottle
on the ground got up and walked a bit out of the clearing where we sat.
He reached down and pulled his cock out from the front of his boxers and
started to pee. As he did so, he continued to talk about nothing in
general but it was enough to keep me engaged and I looked at him as he
spoke and pissed. I couldn't keep from glancing at his huge soft manhood
which now hung out of his pants a good six inches. He shook it as he
talked making the piss oscillate like a wave as it streamed forth from
the beautiful head. I know he was aware of my staring but said nothing.
Finally, he shook the last few drips off of the end of it and
half-heartedly tucked it back into the boxers. I became aware of the
blood flowing down to my own dick and hoped that it wouldn't get hard
enough in my shorts to become obvious to Buckie. By now the last light
of dusk was starting to turn to twilight. I felt the liquor gradually
going to my head and wondered if my mom would know if I'd been drinking
should I decide to go home. I was contemplating leaving my new friend
but decided that before I made any decision that I too needed to take a
piss. Normally, I'd go into the woods or by a bush as I was one of those
boys who had a terminal case of 'piss shyness.' Not wanting to appear
scared or shameful, I got up and walked over to the same spot that
Buckie had stood to piss. I stood there doing my business and turned
slightly away from him so's he'd not have much of a chance of seeing my
teenage dick that  only recently, had grown the first tufts of hair
which announced my entry into sexual maturity. I glimpsed over at Buckie
and saw that he too was staring at my young dick. I was a bit surprised
that, upon fixing my gaze on him, he continued to look. A tingle ran up
my spine just as I realized what he was doing. He broke his gaze and
looked at me "Damn dude," he said suddenly, "how old did you say you
were? Sixteen?" he asked. He said it in a way that suggested he was
surprised at the size of my cock. I was equally surprised at the subtle
flattery. I'd never seen myself as endowed to any extent whatsoever. I
was, in fact, the kid who always waited last to dress and undress in the
locker room during gym class. Buckie smiled slightly as I came towards
the cot to sit back down. Our conversation was going all over the place.
Mostly because he seemed to have so much to say about nothing and the
fact that the both of us were starting to get a bit buzzed sometime
during the beginning of the third drink. "So, do you have a girlfriend?"
he eventually asked. I answered that I didn't and that there didn't seem
to be any girls in high school who I found myself remotely attracted to.
Buckie didn't push the point. I half expected him to start bragging with
the typical bravado that identifies young marines. I'd surely seen
enough of it growing up. Instead he asked me if I had a 'buddy.' I
answered that Steve was probably my best friend and that we'd known each
other for almost two years. He looked at me with a somewhat puzzled
look. "I mean, is he your buddy? He asked again. "Yeah, I....guess." I
replied. He still looked unconvinced staring into my eyes. "But like, is
he your good buddy. You know, someone who like does everything with
you?" I told Buckie that though we were good friends, Steve and I were
still two very different people. The difference made all the more real
by the fact that he was nearly two years my junior and that sometimes he
got on my nerves because he still had a streak of immaturity in him that
only time would take away. "That's too bad man." Buckie said, shaking
his head in mock disgust. "Well, my buddy Ricky and I did everything
together before I joined the Corps." Was his reply. "Damn, I sure as
hell miss him." He said wistfully. At the mention of his friend, I
noticed Buckie's left hand was just so slightly touching the head of his
cock which was still peaking forth from his underwear.  A big hood of
loose skin covered the better part of his cock head. I realized that my
new friend was uncircumcised. I'd seen one or two boys in gym class
whose cocks looked much the same - though nothing like Buckie's massive
mule dick. Nothing near as big. He took another sip of his drink. "Oh
man, I am so fucking horny."  he half groaned. "Shit, I sure  wish the
fuck Ricky were here now." He looked over at me. "Have you ever helped
your friend Steve jack off?" The question startled me with the force of
its frankness. "Um, uh, no... I, uh, we've never done anything like
that." I said. "He, uh, he's not all that sure about what's going on
with um, his...you know, with growing older." I volunteered. Buckie
sipped from his cup again. "Have you ever thought about him sucking your
dick or giving you a handjob?" he asked. "A what?" I said, never having
heard the term before. "Come on, you know, a handjob... like, have you
ever thought about him jacking you off - or you jerking him off."
I looked down at the ground staring at the space between both of my
feet. "I, uh, I thought about it once when we skipped school and went
swimming together naked...." I confessed, "but we never, uh, never did
it or anything." I continued. "Oh man, that's too bad." Buckie followed.
He sipped his drink again. A long pause spread between the two of us.
"Man, it's hot this evening." Buckie shook his head in a mock gesture of
shaking sweat off of his head. He then reached down and pulled his tee
shirt over his head and tossed the item just beneath the cot. I could
just see his chest with a slight mat of chest hair covering a good
portion of his torso. The hairs seem to grow in a way that, at the
center of his chest, they met and formed a dark line down the length of
his front and continued down to into the secret place just below the
elastic of his boxers. I became acutely aware of my lack of hair on my
own chest. Buckie's body revealed not so much a muscularity to his frame
as much as it showed a tightness. He must have weighed about 180-190 and
on his 6'2" frame he came across as being almost skinny - except for the
huge chest which seemed out of proportion to the rest of his body.
"Would you like to be my buddy and give me a hand." he asked. "What do
you need?" I said in my youthful ignorance. Buckie lightly grabbed my
right wrist and slowly - almost delicately - he placed my open palm just
on top of the bulge of meat that seemed to pack the front of his shorts.
He held my wrist. I offered no resistance. I was frozen like a rabbit.
Half out of complete surprise and half out of the sheer exhilaration I
was now beginning to feel. The heat and moisture from the warm bulge
seemed to soak into my own flesh. Ever so slightly, almost
imperceptibly, I slowly closed my hand about the mass of manhood. When I
had a handful of him I let my hand freeze again. The bulge felt like a
huge softball sitting in my palm. Buckie moaned only slightly. He tossed
his head back and exhaled. Almost groaning, he just held his head back
with his eyes closed. Slowly his grip on my wrist loosened even further
till it was just his hand resting on top of my own. The two of us sat
there frozen in the moment. Buckie with his head facing the sky and me,
sitting there with a handful of his man meat. I could feel his cock
starting to swell in my hand. I could feel my own meat starting to grow
down in my cutoffs. Once again the head of Buckie's dick come forth from
the opening in the shorts. Without moving my hand an inch the cock was
swelling so that the head pressed through my sweating palm and continued
to grow as Buckie's young blood engorged the eight inches of manness I
was now slowly grasping. Pursing his lips together he blew forth a
stream of air as if he were half trying to whistle. Ever so slightly he
manipulated my hand so that my wrist turned inward. I needed no more
coaxing and gripped the now fully erect meat. He pushed his hips a few
times so that his dick pushed through and then pulled back through my
palm. These few half thrusts were enough for me to know what he needed
next and so I obliged. I started pumping his cock rhythmically back and
forth and did so for a few minutes. I could feel his body grow even
tighter as the cadence of my jerking gather speed. I was going only on
what I knew how to do with my own dick. Back and forth, back and
forth...a bit faster with every other dozen or so pulls. Buckie grabbed
my hand so that I was unable to continue the rhythm which seem to be
putting him in a trance. He grabbed the elastic of the olive shorts and
pulled them down around his ankles so that he sat there completely naked
- except for his black boots. Just as I though he was about to
reposition himself, he reached over and grabbed my own crotch which was
now hard and begging for release from the shorts I'd been wearing all
day. He started to fumble with my zipper but quickly gave up as he
turned to me and reached down with both hands to undo the top button of
my shorts which kept my young, uninitiated boy schlong tucked between my
loins. As soon as the button was open my zipper undid itself and a bulge
of cotton sprung forth. My white briefs almost glowed in the darkness of
the woods. Buckie almost barked the command "Stand up dude, stand up." I
obliged and before I was standing fully erect he had both my shorts and
cotton briefs jerked down around my thighs. The abruptness of the force
nearly knocked me off balance and, almost falling to the side I reached
out and grabbed his head and then a shoulder with each hand. I steadied
myself. Both of his hands were still around the waist of my pants and he
continued to tug. In one swift motion Buckie was off of the cot and down
on his knees. I could feel his hot breath on my erect shaft. Again, I
froze not knowing what to expect. Before I could continue the thought
another second I felt the warm wetness of his mouth envelope the whole
of my meat. I place both hands on top of his head as he started sliding
his face back and forth on the swollen organ. A shock shot up through my
spine and into my head as I felt, for the first time, the pleasure of
oral stimulation. Both of my hands now rested on Buckie's head. The
close cropped marine haircut felt like a brush and I relished the
scratching feeling that it made against each open palm. The young
soldier's hands slowly migrated from the hip of each leg and made their
way towards my backside where he grabbed a handful of butt cheek from
each side. He squeezed quite hard and the sensation startled me at first
but then without warning he started pulling each cheek towards his face
forcing me to go deeper into his mouth. He started groaning more and
more with each involuntary thrust of my hips. I was fully sinking my
young heat down into the back of his throat where I could feel the
tightening flesh of what I knew to be his throat. Needing no more
coaxing, I now started pushing myself faster and faster into the warmth.
With each pumping motion I pushed myself harder and harder between the
young pink lips which were ringed with a days worth of beard stubble.
Down, into his throat. I closed me eyes and pushed even harder. Just
then he pulled away. His mouth now completely off of my dick I continued
to thrust into the air just in front of his face. Still on his knees, he
grabbed both cheeks of my ass as hard as he could snapping me out of my
motions. I yelped at the pain. "Eeeeasy buddy. Easy" he half whispered.
"Take it easy guy. We've got all night. " He rose to his feet. We stood
facing each other - he, a full foot taller than myself. He reached over
with both arms and pulled me towards him. Our swollen cocks touching
each other's stomach. He cradled my head against his chest and I placed
both arms around his waist and held him wishing that this moment would
never end.


Part 4

After a minute of holding my head in silence he slowly put a hand on
each shoulder and pushed down on them so that I started to sink to my
knees. Once there I found myself staring face on with his thick shaft.
The foreskin was pulled almost all of the way back from the cock's
massive head. I couldn't resist and with two fingers lightly pinched the
swollen glans and pulled the skin completely back where it bunched up
into a ring of skin encircling the pink head. I opened my mouth slightly
but could not muster the nerve to place Buckie's manhood into my mouth.
I just stared at the huge cock counting the second which now seemed like
minutes. I felt his right hand lay up against the backside of my skull
as it pulled my face to meet him. I resisted slightly and Buckie,
semsing my trepidation ceased pulling my head forward yet not letting
the back of my head go. The tip of his cock just barely brushed the tip
of my nose and I as it did so wrenched upwards towards his chest in a
powerful arching motion. A pulse of blood forcing its way down into the
flesh of the young warrior. He said nothing but I knew what he wanted -
what he needed for his new buddy to do. I licked my dry lips and went to
him and then over him. My first sensation was the taste of salt. Whether
it was salt from the sweat of the day or the from his essence I don't
know. It didn't matter. I gagged as I pulled my face over he fleshy
heat. Gagged more and still I went further down. At once I started
gagging and coughing almost uncontrollably. Hacking and spitting I
wasn't sure what was happening. My head now dizzy from the heat, the
flesh, the alcohol, the maleness that pushed its way into me. Buckie
immediately pulled out and helped me up as I continued to cough. Lightly
slapping my back he repeated "Easy buddy. Easy now.  You're all right.
C'mon, have a seat. Take a sip of your drink." I did as instructed. I
felt embarrassed - almost stupid. My buddy patted me on the shoulder and
rubbed my back as the last of the coughing subsided. "You're trying too
hard buddy. Let's take it slow. OK?" he handed me my drink. As we sat
next to each other he pulled my head towards his lap. The monster cock,
now half soft once again, rested neatly - evenly - between the sack of
skin containing all of his wild seed. He placed my head in his lap and
there I rested while he ran his hand through my hair.

At this point I wasn't really tired and wasn't quite drunk; it was just
all so new to me. All of it. I continued to lay my head in Buckie's lap
smelling the sweat and the musk. It was strangely appealing and I found
I had no desire to pull away from the smell. I could feel his abdomen
rising and falling with each breath he took. The silence remained for a
few more minutes. "How ya' feeling buddy? Are you OK?" he asked as he
rubbed my head. Lifting my head just the slightest I muttered that I was
OK and then sank back into his warmth. He placed both hands behind his
back grabbing the back side of the cot and leaned backwards. I could
once again feel his dick starting to get semi hard. I wasted no time and
buried my face down into the downy pubes placing the softness into my
mouth. Instead of sucking I found myself running my tongue all around
the shaft. Instinct wasted no time doing what it does best and before I
knew it he was pushing against the back of my throat once again and, as
if on cue, I started gagging all over. His hand was on my back once
again and the soothing strokes relaxed me to the point where I was able
to bob on him with without interruption. It was at this point that he
started groaning mildly. With each breath he grunted low and even. The
vibration carrying through his body and into my mouth. I'd never heard
such a noise come from a guy before. There was a wildness in it that
resonated with me. "Oh yeah buddy, suck Buckie's big dick.' he groaned
further. "Oh yeah, buddy, oh y e a h..." It sounded like a mantra. My
rhythm started picking up all over again and my new pal sensed just
where this was going and decided to stop it before things went their
ultimate ending. He grabbed his shaft with his left hand and slowly slid
it upwards so that in doing so he was able to slowly extract it from my
mouth. I lifted my head up a few inches and a string of clear pre-cum
dangled from my lips to the tip of the head meat. It sparkled in the
evening shadows. I was far enough away from the tool that Buckie was
able to spin on his ass so that his feet now rested at one end of the
cot and his head and shoulders leaned against my hips and stomach.
"Let's try this." he whispered dryly. Laying back on the cot he spread
his hairy legs into a 'V'. Each foot dangled off one side of the cot but
he seemed comfortable. The dick stood sticking up from him like a
monolith - waiting. I was off of the cot and almost down on my knees
again when he said in a regular voice," No dude. I want you to lay on
top of me. Awkwardly I rose to my feet and threw one leg over him so
that I was now straddling him with a foot on each side of the cot.
Because of my height and the fact that my legs were spread so far apart,
the crack of my ass and my nut sack were inches from Buckie's mouth. He
reached up and again placing a hand on each hip pulled me down so that I
now sat on his face. He grabbed a cheek of my boy butt with each hand
and proceeded to spread my cheeks apart and pulled me further down on to
him. Immediately I felt the wetness of his tongue as it licked around
the hairless ring of my shit hole. I gasped audibly and started
whimpering involuntarily. Still holding my hips he started rocking me
back and forth on his face. I could now feel the long, broad edge of his
nose ramming itself my ass crack. All I could do was to utter a groan of
pleasure which rose up from me like an animal for the first time in my
youthful life. The sound caused Buckie to force his way further into my
ass and, feeling his tongue as it worked through the first ring of my
virgin ass hole, I immediately started jacking myself as hard and as
fast as possible. Feeling the forced pumping of my hand, Buckie ceased
his tongue work and lightly pushed my ass off of his face so that once
again I was standing with my legs straddling him.

His hands ran up the small of my back and I could feel him pushing me
forward so that I bowed down facing his dick which still remained at
attention. Realizing what he wanted, I laid down pressing my stomach
against his and took him into my mouth all over again. Once in this
position, he then grabbed the inside of each of my spread legs and
physically lifted me off of the ground and hoisted my loins so that they
were just inches above his face. I felt the fullness of my the own meat
slowly start to sink into his face. After a few minutes of fumbling
around we both achieved a rhythm which was totally in synch with each
other. The sucking of our mouths acted in unison as we pushed and pulled
each other into the darkness of the other's moist warmth. Buckie very
subtly was controlling the pace of my thrusts into his mouth by
maintaining a firm grasp of both legs. Anytime I started to jack into
his face faster than he was doing with me he'd slow me down. My buddy
was definitely in control of the situation. It was also at the same time
that we both started to groan under each attempt to gasp for air. Our
sounds were a cue that the pace was about to pick up. Stopping for a
second he lifted me off of his face long enough to bark out the command
"Now buddy. Now! Go for it you FUCK-ING pup! Pump my face like it was
the last fuck you'll ever have in your young life." He was almost
yelling now. Just as quickly he had me back in his mouth and my thrusts
at this point were frenzied. I was so focused on my own shaft driving
that I didn't realize that I had the warrior's man bone buried fully in
my mouth. No gagging, no choking, nothing. His fit in my mouth was
absolute and complete. My thrusting continued and I was at the point
where I was almost jumping into him. A second later I was fucking his
face faster with my body than I had ever been able to do with my own
hand. I felt the fullness of my nuts as the migration of spunk started
for its escape. We now groaned in unison. I realized at that moment that
we really were miles from the nearest person and that short of a
screaming like a school girl, the likelihood of anyone hearing us was
quite remote. My groans got louder as the seed worked its way upward.
Buckie, upon hearing my moans, shifted into overdrive and was pounding
upwards into my face with a force that was almost painful. He pulled off
of me long enough to say "Bust it. BUST IT mother-FUCKER! Bust that
goddamn nut into your brother's mouth!" He then slapped both of my
thighs with a force that made me gasp and yelp. I was immediately back
on him and  now felt my own legs close up around Buckie's head.
Something else was now driving me. At that moment I couldn't have
stopped if someone had shot me. Buckie was gurgling as he fought for
air. He knew there was nothing to do to get me off of his face at that
moment. Seconds to go. My nuts ached from the fullness, ached at the
sheer volume of cum coursing upwards. I threw my arms between Buckie's
spread legs and lifted each of them with a strength I didn't know I had.
Pulled his maleness into me as far as it could go. Just as I felt his
cock blocking every bit of air leading down my throat.

I busted.

Oh God. Oh fucking God. My nut blew into his face with a fierceness I'd
never known. The silent scream of ecstasy now pierced my head and I saw
white. My body continued its frenzied thrusting. Buckie was turning his
head from one side to the other never allowing me to leave his mouth yet
he fought for air. 10, 11, 12...15 times within seconds I hammer-fucked
his face. Finally the spasms started to subside but I was still in a
frenzy. With my feet planted on the ground I lifted myself out of his
face and continued sucking down on the tightened skin which wrapped
Buckie's fierce meat stick. It was he who was now thrusting and my lips
burned from the friction. Fortunately I was breathing through my nose
when my big brother placed both hands on my head and pulled me as far
down as I could go. As I started gagging again, he shoved even further
into my face. His strength insured that I was not coming of. Gagging,
coughing and now choking, Buckie added injury to all of this by taking
both balls into his mouth and sucking on them almost as if he were
trying to vacuum them down his throat. Like a drowning man my head now
convulsed and it was this moment that Buckie had been waiting for. He
spit my nuts out of his mouth and with the most guttural moan I've ever
heard come forth from a human being he let out a groan which I believe
(to this day) could have been heard for miles. At that moment I felt the
scalding warmth of his seed shoot into my mouth and down my throat. Just
at the moment that another wave of coughing started. I coughed hard but
no air came out of my full mouth. Instead, a mixture of air and cum blew
forth from my nose. The creamy viscous load just hung there dangling
from my nostril. I jumped up catching my breath. Buckie, still on his
back saw my state and immediately jumped up and shoved my nose into his
mouth. He started sucking my nose dry of its load. Sucked it so hard
that my sinuses which had seconds before been clogged with his seed now
were free of his spunk. He pulled away and then kissed me with a
forcefulness which had his cum laden tongue shoving his seed into my
mouth a second time in less than a minute. The stickiness tasted like
brine and I gagged at the feel of it. I wanted to spit it out but Buckie
placed a finger to my lips and whispered "Swallow it dude. Let it go.'
And I did.

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