Date: Wed, 16 May 2012 16:57:10 +0100 (BST)
From: Nick Paston <nic27552@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: The Rec 5 - How I learned to love liquorice

The following week or so went slowly. Opportunities for oral or even manual
fun were severely restricted by school schedules and interfering
parents. After school activities were limited to football and Cub
Scouts. And even in these enlightened times, there still is no Scouting
badge for Advanced Fellatio... although I received another qualification in
cock sucking inside a scout tent later that year, but that's another story.

So frustration reigned for a while, and I had to content myself with
exchanging sly grins with Robin in the school corridors and nightly
masturbation, fuelled by vivid daydreams of mutual pleasure.  I learned
quickly not to use my underwear as a mop, after dark and doomsday
predictions of blindness from my mum.

It was with some surprise and no little excitement that I greeted Robins
whispered invitation to meet at the Rec on the following Friday. There was
a teachers training day, which meant all us kids would be free to enjoy the
sunshine of that lazy mid summer. To make it even sweeter, my Dad would be
at work, and Friday was the day my Mum took my younger brother to her
mothers for the day. Bliss! I got a hard on just thinking about the
possibilities. Not that I needed much encouragement in those days, a trip
on the upper floor of a bus was enough to give me an erection..

I guessed Robin had something a little adventurous in mind, when he
informed me that he had a nice surprise waiting for me. That would turn out
to be an understatement you could say...

Friday dawned hot and clear, but by the time my Mum had bundled my brother
into his clothes, and left the house (as always with strict instructions on
behaving myself, not having any other kids in, and "lock the door behind
you if you leave the garden") it had started to cloud over with one of
those summer days which threatened thunder and lightning at some stage.

So I hung about near the Rec entrance, avoiding other kids and watching
down the London Road for Robin to appear. He was late, and I started to
think I would be making an appointment with my right hand again this
morning. But just as I was going to give up and go home, he appeared, not
from the direction of his house, but from behind me. He must have come in
via the gaps in the hedges on my road, I thought, puzzled. Then it dawned
on me that to come into the park from that direction would have meant him
passing the groundsman's hut, and his 'surprise' started to become clearer,
even to my dim brain.

That cheeky grin was back on his face, and he play punched me on the arm
before leaning close to whisper conspiratorially in my ear.

"I just saw Benjamin"` he said, watching my eyes for a reaction " He said
we can spend some time in his workshop, if we want"

Now I wasn't sure whether that meant Robin had grabbed us some free time
alone in the hut, or if the lurid thoughts that were now filling my
feverish adolescent imagination were about to come true. I didn't get the
chance to think any more, because just as I started to ask him what he
meant, the sky darkened dramatically and the heavens opened.

The rain began slowly, but within seconds of us starting to run, the drops
began to get bigger and bigger until we were both soaked to the skin. Two
skinny teenagers stood and laughed helplessly at each other as the water
sluiced over us.  We were about 5 yards from the green workman's hut when
the first clap of thunder made us jump vertically several inches off the
ground. The following flash of lightning was enough to cure our laughing
fit instantly. We fled for the shelter of the wooden awning in front of the
old tool shed. The door opened as we got there, and in the dim light of the
storm lamp inside stood the man I had seen so recently with his oversized
cock filling my friends mouth. I almost stopped myself on the spot, like a
Keystone Cop , but Robins hand seized my sodden t- shirt by the shoulder,
and heaved me bodily inside. There we stood, dripping wet, hair plastered
over our foreheads, teeth chattering whilst the man stared at us. After a
second or two his mouth opened, revealing impossibly white teeth, and he
smiled a wide Caribbean smile at the sight before him,.

I suppose I should stop here and give you a physical description of myself,
I just realised that, although I have described Robin in some detail, my 14
year old self is still a mystery to you all. I was 5'4" tall, kind of
skinny, although bigger framed than Robin. I had (and still have, although
less of it!) dirty blonde hair, which needed cutting as it was inches over
my ears and collar, but I had been dodging my Dads barber threats for a
month now. I have blue eyes with that dark edge around the pupil my wife
likes so much. I suppose I was OK looking, and looking back at the few
photos I have of my early teen years, I guess if I had been a gay adult
male in those days and was given the opportunity to have 'fun' with a kid
who looked like me, I would have been up for it. If that makes any sense!
I suppose to sum up, I was a typical early adolescent, a bit gangly, a bit
underdeveloped, but 'do-able!'

Anyway, there we three stood, one tall black guy in his twenties wearing
blue overalls with those big strap buttons you don't see any more and two
skinny adolescents soaked to the skin, with water pooling at our feet.

The fact that the rain had settled into a steady downpour, with black
rolling clouds rushing in from the West had sent every other person in the
park scurrying away. The green stretch of the grass outside was deserted
through the mist of the rain. We were alone, and I sensed the mood
change. Thunder still rumbled overhead and several flashes cracked around
the hut, the smell of ozone sharp in the summer air.

The man I now know as Benjamin spoke in a deep and rich Jamaican lilt

"You boys need to get out of those wet clothes" he said, and we looked at
each other, Robin with an amused quizzical raise of his fair eyebrow, me
with a more owlish disbelief.

"I mean NOW, boys" his voice went up an octave, which was still somewhere
in the bass` register.

We both jumped, and then Robin shrugged and stripped off his shirt and
trousers. As always he hadn't bothered with underpants or socks, so he
stood naked before I had even got my t shirt over my head. I checked out
his cock, purely for academic reasons, you understand. Then I stripped
myself self-consciously, seeing them both watch my disrobing with similar
interest. To be honest, I don't know why either of them would be
impressed. My cock had shrunk dramatically under the influence of all that
cold rain, and I just stopped myself cupping my genitals in my hand like a
frightened virgin as I finished undressing.

The atmosphere in the hut was electric. I have no idea how I would react as
an adult if I had two adolescent naked boys in front of me, especially if I
knew that one of them at least was happy with the idea of sucking my cock,
but I suppose it wouldn't be much different to Benjamin's.

The man heaved open an old chest of drawers in the corner and thrust two
rough and well used towels at us, and so we began to dry ourselves off
awkwardly. I noticed that there was a definite bulge in the man's overalls,
which seemed a whole lot bigger than it had seconds ago, so when I started
to dry my cock and balls, I couldn't help a reciprocal stirring down
below. I saw Robin had finished drying himself, and was now idly watching
me, whilst rubbing absently with the towel his own stiffening cock. I knew
something hot was going to happen, here in this small hut, smelling of
grass and machine oil. Something which would live on in my memory for the
rest of my life. And so it proved.

Benjamin brushed past me as he went to the door and looked both ways
outside. The rain was even harder, if possible, and the flashes of
lightning more frequent, accompanied by some serious thundering right above
us. Satisfied we were unlikely to be disturbed I guess, he locked the door
from the inside, crossed to the storm lamp and turned up the wick and
turned to us kids, still standing in the middle of the floor.

"Robin tells me you liked what you saw the other week" he drawled slowly.

I nodded dumbly, the words just wouldn't form. My mouth was unable to move.

"You liked this" he said, and unbuttoned his fly slowly. I gulped as his
hand fished inside and started to draw his cock out. It was even better
than I remembered. Long ( well over 8" I guess, which was huge to me then)
slowly getting harder and thicker as the blood filled it.  The head was
like one of the big black plums my nan grew in her garden. He wasn't
circumcised, so when his erection stood fully up after his lazy strokes, I
could see pink, wet flesh under the coal black of his silky skin. It was
like one of those Indian Fakir stories I had read by Rudyard Kipling. As
his dick swelled and throbbed like the worlds sexiest cobra, I was drawn to
it inexorably. I felt my feet move across the rough sawn wood of the floor
and then it was right there, in front of me, begging to be, I don't know,
touched, sucked, swallowed... all of the above?

"Well boy" he said slowly "Are you just gonna look at it?"

Well, what do you think. I could hear Robins ragged breathing behind me,
and realised that my own breath was coming in fast, uneven gasps. Of COURSE
I wasn't just going to look. I realised there and then, when conscious
thought was still possible, that I would always love a stiff cock. I have
been happily married for several decades, and have lovely children and
grandchildren I adore, but nothing has ever sexually excited me more than
the first look, feel and taste of a new cock.

I almost collapsed and hit the floor with my knees, looking up at the big
guy above me. His open dark face was creased in a small smile, like he knew
how I was feeling, and then there was the object of my desire, right in
front of my face, long, thick, silky and just begging to be touched.

I reached out a nervous hand and slid my palm onto the shaft. It was warm
to the touch, soft on the outside, with muscular hardness inside. I stroked
it slowly, wanting to prolong the moment for ever. It seemed even bigger
this close, and I have to say, looking back, I admire his restraint. A 14
year old boy was exploring his hard cock, and he never moved a muscle.

I grew bolder, and moved still closer, stroking him, watching the bulbous
pink head appear and disappear as his skin was pulled up and down. I could
have done that all day, but he wanted more, and so did I.

His cock had a faint musky smell, not at all unpleasant, and certainly not
unclean ,rather it smelt of man, and I wanted nothing more than to hold
this thing for ever. I leaned nearer and ran my tongue around the head,
tasting the pre-cum, light and sweet. I found out later that his diet
consisted of lots of fruit,and it is something I have remembered in later
life. Guys who eat lots of fruit and vegetables, and very little spicy
food, especially if they don't smoke produce sweeter cum. Its a fact! Check
it next time you are on your knees!

But you don't care about that, do you?

I licked him again, my tongue flat, and his self control slipped a little
bit. I chanced a small suck on the very tip and a deep groan rewarded me
for my efforts. It was now or never, and I wasn't about to lose my
chance. I ducked my head and enveloped the head of his cock with my
mouth. It filled it completely, and I dimly wondered how Robin had possibly
swallowed more of this big cock. Never mind, I pulled back and applied some
of the lessons Robin had taught me, deep swallow, pull back, rapid strokes
of my tongue on the tip, and all the time stroking his shaft whilst grazing
his big black balls with my finger tips. It seemed to have the right
effect. A large firm hand cupped the back of my head and began to impose a
regular beat to my sucking.

I felt rather than saw movement beside me, and from the corner of my eye
saw that the still naked Robin was now kneeling beside me, whispering
encouragement. I sucked, he whispered, and the man above us groaned in
pleasure. I felt Robins hand seeking my cock, and allowed him to stroke me
steadily as he urged me on. I have never been so turned on in my life, not
since, not ever...

Benjamin took longer to come than I did, quite a bit longer, I had shot my
own sperm onto the wood floor at least a minute before he started to speed
up his movements. But soon enough he hissed a warning that he was coming. I
had a moments doubt about whether I could handle his ejaculation, but, as
always with me, a desire to please outweighed my own doubts.

His hand gripped my head harder, and I felt his big balls contract. I
opened my eyes to see Robin frantically jerking at his cock, inches from my
face as I sucked really hard to increase the sensation.

That did it. One big warm spurt filled my mouth and I swallowed quickly,
another, I swallowed again, a third, just as big, and I started to panic
that I wouldn't be able to handle it all, a fourth, less this time, and
relieved, I began to lick his pulsing head as his spurts slowed. Finally I
let his softening cock fall from my lips with a small plop. A string of
white cum hung from my lower lip, and I remember feeling slightly nauseous
at the sheer volume of spunk I had ingested, but it passed quickly.

I rocked back on my heels just as Robin squeaked and let loose his own
orgasm. Thin, hot ropes of hot sperm decorated my naked shoulder and
neck. I didn't care. The most erotic moment of my life had just
happened,and I grinned up at Benjamin. He grinned back.

The thunder and lightning continued to crash above us as we remained in our
positions. I had done it, My mind was whirling with thoughts and
sensations.  After the storm passed, and the three of us had dressed and
tidied up, there was the usual awkward silence. Robin and I left across the
soaking grass, leaving Benjamin to close the door behind us. I often
wondered what he felt about two adolescent boys using him for
gratification. OK, I know he was the one coming in our mouths, but really,
he was just a convenient erection that Robin and I used to learn on. I
suppose we all got something out of it, so who gets hurt? No one I guess.

I think we would have carried on visiting that hut on a regular basis for
more fun, but, and as I look back on it, unsurprisingly, something went
wrong.

In fact it was only a week or so after the events above that it all
imploded spectacularly. One day at school, Robin didn't appear. Nothing was
said, but there were lots of teachers whispering to each other in
corridors. The school radar carried endless gossip, most of which were wide
of the mark, but when I got home that night, I endured an exquisitely
uncomfortable 'interview' by my mum and dad about Robin, and his
'activities. Nothing directly accurate was said, but I knew exactly what
they were getting at when they questioned me about what sort of 'play' we
had got up to over the past few weeks. I played dumb, which as you probably
know by now, is kind of easy for me, and eventually the grilling eased
off. I never saw Robin again. His family moved away virtually overnight,
and the next time I visited the Rec, there was an elderly white guy manning
the lawnmowers and occupying 'our' shed.

At 14, I didn't read the papers, even the local ones, and in those days,
things like that were dealt with without the present hysteria and witch
hunts and frenzy. I suppose Robin was spirited away to avoid him being
corrupted further (fat chance!)  and Benjamin would have been given his
marching orders and probably disappeared up into London, where no one would
have known about his sexual preferences. In any case, within weeks, it was
all forgotten,and all I had were the vivid memories of both my sexual
partners. None of those memories would I trade for anything in the world!

So my adventures in the Rec ended that summer, with that spectacular storm
and about 15cc of male sperm...

Comments have been much rarer lately, so I guess I'll take a break from my
reminiscences. I don't want to bore anyone to death. Hope you've enjoyed
this trip down memory lane with me. Email if you want to hear more,
otherwise I'll just shut up! Maybe if you look out for stories entitled
'Gary in the tent' , 'Peter on the couch' and 'Sucking in the park' which
are part written already, you will discover the remainder of my sexual
education. Its 20 years since my mouth felt the pleasure of a hard penis
spurting in my mouth, its been too long, far too long...

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