Date: Mon, 14 May 2012 16:54:52 +0100 (BST) From: Nick Paston Subject: The Rec 4 - 69 is not just a number The Rec 4 -- or 69 is more than a number After our joint exertions, we laid head to tail on the candlewick bedspread, occasionally chatting, but mostly basking in that contented post sex glow. We were both remarkably unembarrassed about what had just happened. OK, I know Robin had much more experience than me, despite his 6 month deficit in age, but I was quite surprised at myself. I seemed to have reached a stage where I had come to terms with my own desires. Even at 14, I had rationalised my responses to the fact that I had just sucked off another boy, and felt a total lack of guilt or remorse at my actions. On the contrary, whilst we talked and laid comfortably next to each other, and the conversation turned to the pleasure we had just given each other I felt a familiar stirring below. Oh for the recovery time of my 14 year old self... I would give a lot to be able to perform twice in quarter of an hour nowadays! I felt Robins hand idly rubbing my naked stomach. His hand dipped and soon brushed against the wet tip of my cock. Pre cum and the residue of my earlier ejaculation was collected on his finger tips and he massaged the warmth into my super sensitive glans. A lazy hard on turned again into a rock hard erection, throbbing against his palm as he stroked me steadily. I turned my head sideways and saw that his own cock was also twitching back into life. I slid my hand over and gripped him firmly. It felt familiar and just plain right in my hand. Warm, slightly wet from my mouth still, and ready for action again. I often wonder what a lovely picture that would have made to any aspiring pornographer. Two early teen boys, both naked from the waist down, slowly arousing each other on a single bed. My Airfix models and Green Lantern comics strewn across my chest of draws next to us, and the almost forgotten train set on the floor beside us. God, kids today have it made. If I had owned a digital camera in those days, I have no doubt several dozen erotic images would even now be filed away on my laptop for solitary masturbatory use... I went to lean over, intending to reacquaint my self with the delicious sensation of his juvenile cock sliding into my willing mouth, but he stopped me with a short "No" I looked along my body in surprise at his negative response. Didn't he want to come in my mouth again? He grinned that appealing grin at me, and I was disarmed as usual. "Wait" he said cheekily "I've always wanted to try this" and with that he slid further down my body until his lips were brushing my stiff cock. He pushed my head into line with his own erection and humped his hips slightly so that the hard flesh brushed my own lips. We laid, side by side each holding the others cock, until I realised what he wanted. You have to remember that in the late 60's there was very little available pornography around, full stop, let alone wall to wall internet fucking and sucking, available to all. Nowadays, if you're 14 and gay or bi, all you need to do is load up Xhamster or YouPorn, and away you go, 69 in one easy lesson. Back then, the chances of me finding any material showing two schoolboys giving each other oral pleasure were less than nil! The glory days of Color Climax juvenile porn were years away, and don't tell me most of my readers don't remember that! Sadly, availability, and safety in owning that kind of material is prohibitive. I have to depend on my memories. And writing it down just isn't quite the same as seeing it. Oh well... So, there we lay, and it dawned on me, dim as I was then, that he intended us to suck each other at the same time. It took a few seconds for us to establish a rhythm, but once we did, I remember thinking "Oh boy, I could do this, like FOR EVER!" He sucked me as expertly as always, this time using his tongue to lap the tip of my straining cock on the upstroke. It was heaven, and very nearly put me off my own stroke, but I was determined to make him come again, so thought desperately about dead kittens and Brussels sprouts, concentrating on not coming until I had made him moan. Its a good thing my parents were out, and also that my bedroom was at the back because the bed springs were squeaking, we were both moaning and gasping, and the wet, sucking sounds were turning me on even more than I imagined anything could. It couldn't last, of course. Despite the fact that both of us had climaxed minutes ago, nothing stops an adolescent male, when he gets started! I felt his hips began to jerk, and that movement made my own hips thrust in sympathy. Suddenly his cock jerked in my mouth and that now familiar flood of warm cum splashed across my tongue. I swallowed and sucked harder, which made him moan even louder. Several sparrows fled our eaves at the noise he was making... It was all I needed, the taste of his cum, the feel of that warm cock pulsing in my mouth, and his balls tightening in my palm. I pushed my cock even deeper in his mouth and my own cum spurted into his willing mouth. He sucked me really hard this time, until I could feel the roof of his mouth clamped against my jerking cock. It was exquisite. This time I moaned loud enough to wake the neighbourhood. This time, when we separated, we both laid like beached fish, gasping and sated. I could still taste his cum, salty but not unpleasant. I remember it felt like I had something stuck in my throat, but I've learned since that cum does that! We dressed shakily, pulling up trousers and making ourselves as presentable as possible. His mums efforts to slick down his hair had failed dismally, but then I suppose having your head gripped between someone's thighs whilst they come in your mouth will do that every time. We had about 3 minutes before my mum and dad were due back, so we hurriedly assembled the train set track and squatted either side of the small circle of metal, sliding the locomotive onto the rails, just as my little brother burst into the room without knocking "Let me have a go" he started to wail in that little brother chain saw pitch I knew and hated Then he stopped and sniffed, wrinkling his nose in disgust "It stinks in here" he said flatly and Robin and I looked at each other in horror. We were unaware in those days what recently ejaculated cum smelled like to someone who has just entered the room. I leapt up and opened my window wide, flapping the curtains for all I was worth. I really didn't want my mum to come into the room and sniff... I guess she would have quickly identified the smell for what it was, and that would have been that for my new lover and me. But little brothers have short attention spans, so shoving the Hornby loco into his grubby 10 year old hands, I distracted him by letting him place it on the tracks. He didn't even look up when Robin and I giggled nervously above him. So that was that for my first 69 experience. I have rarely managed since to come within seconds of my partner in that situation, but then I don't have the hair trigger I did then either! I was going to finish this chapter of my true sex life with the following weeks events in the groundsman's hut, but I think it deserves a chapter to itself. Sorry to disappoint you if you were waiting for it, but it will be worth it, I promise you! Comments welcome, and I usually answer criticism if it is constructive. Some of the emails I have received have some very stimulating personal recollections of sex with other boys, and I thank you for them. Its nice to know I'm not the only old pervert who remembers my boyhood with such pleasure. Isn't it strange that society frowns on our memories? Email me on nic27552@yahoo.co.uk if it pleases you!