Date: Sat, 21 Nov 2015 19:26:17 +0100 From: Steve Marsh Subject: Young Cocksucker Part 1 (Revised) (This story is purely a work of fiction) YOUNG COCKSUCKER Part One Hello. My name is Steve. I was born in Toronto, Canada in 1960 and grew up in the suburbs to the north of the city. I had a pretty normal upbringing doing all the things normal kids do. My parents didn't split up until I was 19 which was par for the course going by how many other of my friends parents got divorced before mine did. But I had a secret, or I should say a secret life. I started having sex with fully grown men before I turned 14. There are some things I need to explain before the real story starts. Firstly, some of my friends and I used to trade items of porn with each other. Once I got a paperback with no cover and the first few pages missing. The story was told from a young woman's point of view and it contained a bit about the first time she sucked a guy off. It described how she was expecting it to be unpleasant, his cock would feel overly hard and would 'throb'. Instead the reality was it felt great in her mouth, was warm, smooth and soft to the touch and instead of throbbing there was this 'flit, flit, flit' effect. Presumably his pulse. I was fascinated by this and read it over and over again. It placed an idea in the back of my mind that simply would not go away. Namely, what would another guy's erection feel like in my mouth? I wished I could have sucked my own dick but I couldn't bend over far enough. I did try though, several times. The second thing happened after my friend Brian and I played hooky from Junior High one afternoon. We went to a cinema in downtown Toronto to see some movie and a creepy businessman sat down in front of us. He was wearing a hat and overcoat and after getting seated he turned and looked at the both of us, smiling. After about a minute he turned again and looked at our crotches. We quickly got up and moved to different seats further back. After we left the cinema we barely discussed the incident. Brian said something about hearing from his older brother and friends that some of those places downtown were a 'pervert's paradise'. I said something about the guy was obviously a fucking dirty old queer and we left it at that. Now I didn't consider myself a queer, not by a long shot. I mean, when alone I would masturbate furiously with nothing but the ladies underwear section of the Sears catalog for visual stimulation. Pictures of guys did nothing for me for some reason. I was awestruck by the female shape, especially bums and legs on high heels. Tits? Not so much. I secretly drooled over some of my better looking female teachers in Public School and when I got to Junior High I would inwardly drool over some of the female students as well. Some of them were just so fucking hot. The only thing was I was kind of intimidated by the opposite sex, I was in awe of them. I had no idea how to talk to them or what to say. I guess I was a typical wallflower. Maybe if I had had a sister or sisters, things would have been different. But now life had opened up a new possibility, a new potential avenue for sexual relief. I would lie awake at night thinking about it. There were men (some disgusting dirty old perverts for sure) in these downtown places looking for sex with other men, with boys like me even. Just a short 20 minute bus ride away. Surely there must be some 'decent' types out there? Oh yeah. Something I forgot to mention is that I got a used, dog-eared copy of Xaviera Hollander's infamous book "The Happy Hooker" about this time. It contained a section where she trained a woman new to prostitution to suck cock using some bananas. We usually had bananas in our kitchen so I now I would always eat them when I was sure I was alone so I could suck it like a cock first, watching myself in the mirror, although I didn't really know what I was doing. Also, I guess I better confess right now that I liked to stick things up my ass as well. My fingers, screwdriver handles and stuff. It felt good, but I never saw it as being faggot behavior for some reason. So, with all these things swirling around in the back of my mind I was now motivated to explore downtown Toronto. Scouting for places in which I might find what I was looking for. Which was a place where I could find a man I found acceptable so I could experience giving head. Obviously there were places around that showed porno movies but I knew it would be way too risky trying to get into one of those at my age. There were also various 'art-house' cinemas which I didn't think would yield what I was looking for because I'd already been in some of them without incident. Eventually I came across a run down cinema east of Yonge Street and south of Bloor Street East. A place (I cannot remember the name of the dump) that showed lurid low budget flicks that I could still get in to see. My instincts told me this just might be the sleaze-hole where I might find what I was looking for, which was a nice cock to suck. One Friday night I went out with some friends to go downtown to see a movie. Before we got our tickets I told them I was feeling a bit sick and was going home. Of course that was just an excuse to head off on my own little adventure. I got to the seedy cinema as fast as I could and bought a ticket, went in and thought I'd get some popcorn. There was a guy in front leaning on the counter buying stuff and the old lady serving him seemed to be trying to keep her distance from him. After a couple of seconds I quickly discovered why. He reeked of body odor. I mean the guy smelled like he hadn't had a bath or a shower for a least a month. I gave up on the idea of popcorn and went into the auditorium. It was between movies so the house lights were on. Someone to my left said "Well hi there." I turned and looked down and there was this old guy smiling at me who looked like W.C. Fields on a bad day. No thanks I thought to myself and quickly walked down the aisle. I found a place to sit with no one around so I could just observe the err 'clientele'. There were only about 15 to 20 people in this dump of a movie house at that point. Down at the front there was some disheveled middle aged couple having an argument. The guy was keeping his voice low but the woman sounded a bit like an angry cat. I could make out the occasional word but it was mostly "Nowww hhyou-ah dowwn knoow hhOWww I-ah feeelll wrrROWWwww" etc, etc. Probably alkies, or worse. The lights went down and the film started. It was one of these stupid biker gang movies. Very low budget and it showed. After a few minutes I noticed someone was walking down my aisle. I looked over and it was Mr. Body Odor with his soft drink in one hand, popcorn in the other, and in the crook of each elbow was some candy bars. And he was smiling at me. Oh shit. "Can yooou get my seet down for meee please, I got my haaands full." he asked, wanting to take the seat right next to mine. I pulled it down for him and he nearly sat on my hand. "Thaaaanks" he said in his Gomer Pyle voice. There were other people to the left of my aisle and I didn't want the hassle of getting passed them so I just hoisted my leg over the seat in front to make my escape from the horrendous stench that was now assailing my nostrils. I moved 4 rows down and sat 3 seats in. Shortly after my seat change a guy came and sat in the row in front of me on the aisle seat. He was pretty good looking, about 30 years old I would have guessed. After a few minutes he looked sideways and said "Hi" to me. After a short pause I said "Hi" back. "Enjoying the movie?" he enquired. "Its crap." was my reply. He laughed quietly, got up, and moved to my row one seat away from mine. "My name's Mike." he said, and held out his hand to shake which I did and I told him my name. It was a nice handshake. Firm but not the crippling vice like grip some guys like to do to show how 'manly' they are. He took out a pack of cigarettes and offered them in my direction. "Smoke?" he asked. "No thanks." I said. He lit one up and took a drag. "So what are you doing here Steve? You don't seem to be the usual type that hangs out here." "Err ... I'm just sort of checking this place out." I said. "Checking this place out? For what, crap movies?" I didn't know what to say to that so I just stayed silent. "Looking for something else maybe?" After a long pause I said "Yeah." "Like what?" "... Well ... I'm not sure." "You looking for some action?" "Uumm... maybe." "What sort of action?" I had never thought this far ahead as to what I would say to a question like that. So after a few seconds I just came out with it. "I want to go down on a guy." "Ever done that before Steve?" ".... No." He sat back in his seat and took a long drag on his smoke. He appeared to be thinking. "How old are you Steve?" "I'm 16" "Yeah, sure you are." There was now a long pause between us. Then he asked "You jailbait Steve?" I shook my head a little. I wasn't sure what he was talking about. "What I'm trying to say is that if I was to walk out of here with you ... would there be some cops waiting to put some cuffs on me and throw me in the paddy wagon?" In a flash it hit me. I knew what I was doing was wrong but I never considered the legal aspect. As well as bringing shame on myself and my family I could get someone aged over 16 arrested and jailed. Their life could be ruined. What the hell was I thinking? I was even vaguely aware that the cops would raid places like these from time to time. Under my breath I said "Oh my God ... I'm sorry" as I put a hand up to my face. I guess my reaction must have convinced him I wasn't there to entrap anyone. "Hey, take it easy Steve. I had to ask you know? You seem Ok but like I said, I had to ask. Better safe than sorry that's my motto." He sat back into his seat and took another drag of his cigarette then said "So you wanna talk some more? We'd be better off outside if ya do." I didn't respond. I now had the idea in my mind that this place might be surrounded by cops just waiting to pounce at any second. Mike said "If you're still interested in talking to me, leave now. Turn left when you get outside and wait on the bench the next block down, opposite the big shoe store. I'll join you there in a couple of minutes. Ok?" Yes, leave separately, sounds like a smart move. "OK" I said and got up. Mike didn't get up to let me pass, he just swiveled his legs to one side. I thought he might touch me up as my butt passed his face but he didn't. I hurried towards the front doors, keeping my gaze on the floor and praying there weren't going to be dozens of cops waiting to arrest me for being a 'jailbait faggot'. I got outside and walked for about 15 yards before I realized I had turned right not left. So I turned around and headed east, quickly. It was now starting to get dark. As I passed the cinema I noticed a guy in a car about 30 yards down the road on the opposite side light up a cigarette, the flare of the match caught my attention. Holy shit I thought, that could be an undercover cop. I kept walking staring at the ground, not daring to look at him for fear of arousing suspicion. I crossed over to the next block and kept walking. Up ahead, there it was. The bench Mike told me to wait at. I wasn't sure what to do, the 'undercover cop' was probably watching me in his rear view mirrors to see if I was going to sit on the bench. I walked passed the bench and went on to a row of stores but then slowed down, pretending to see something in a store window that caught my eye. I was really stopping to sneak a sideways peek at the guy in the car. The car's lights came on, the engine started and it drove off away from me, to the west. I didn't know what to think, he could just be driving around the block so as not to tip anyone off and he'd probably come back soon. I thought about running but then I saw Mike exit the cinema and start walking towards me. For whatever reason I thought I can't run now so I walked back to the bench and sat down. As he approached, without looking at me he said "Come on. Follow me about 20 paces behind." I waited a bit then got up and followed as he asked. I got it, it didn't look like we were together. We walked apart for about 2 blocks and then Mike stopped at an electrical store on the corner. I slowed down but he motioned for me to come over. When we were side by side Mike looked around then walked around the corner to look in the other window. He looked around again then said "Let's go this way". I guess we were heading north now. After about a minute of walking Mike said "So, how old are you really Steve?" "I told you, 16." "Give me a break, no way are you 16. C'mon man, you can tell me." "Ok ... I .. I'm 14 next month." Mike nodded his head "That's cool, that's cool." Him saying that calmed me down a little, although I was still feeling very nervous. "Yeah, I remember what it felt like when I was your age." We walked and talked for a few minutes more then he stopped and announced "Here we are." "Where?" "This is where I live. My apartment." He pulled out his keys and unlocked the door to the foyer. "Coming in?" The walk and talk had calmed me down a bit but now I started to feel very nervous again. It was now or never so I chose the now and walked in. Mike started up the stairs and I followed. We got to the second floor and Mike walked down the hallway and opened the door to his apartment and breezed in, leaving it open for me. "Shut the door will ya Steve." I closed the door as quietly as I could. The walk up the stairs combined with this potentially dangerous situation meant my heart was pounding like it was trying to burst out of my chest. His apartment looked as if it had seen better days. I assumed it was rented. "You want something to drink? I've got tea, coffee, some bottles of Coke and a 7-Up I think. I got some beer as well. You drink beer?" "Uh, no" I said. I tried some beer about 3 years ago and it nearly made me barf and half of it came out my nose. I wasn't eager to repeat that experience. "Hey, I've got a bottle of wine. You ever tried wine? Well I'm gonna open it and if you don't like it just leave it". "Ok." I replied. He opened a cupboard in the kitchen area and took out the bottle of wine, got a corkscrew and opened it. From the same cupboard he took out 2 glasses. One was round shaped and the other was more of a V shape and he filled them both up and handed me the rounded glass. I took a sip and it was nice. It was a sweet white wine. No rapidly expanding bubbles like beer, I could handle that. Mike took out another cigarette and lit up. After taking a drag he turned it around and said "Wanna try it Steve?" I took the cigarette, filled my mouth and it made me cough. "You need to inhale like this." He demonstrated then handed back the smoke. This time I took the smoke into my lungs, held it like he showed and exhaled. Wow, the nicotine rush came pretty soon. "Good huh?" "Yeah." I was starting to feel a little light headed. Mike went over to a chest of drawers and tapped the ash off the cigarette into an ashtray which was sitting there. He paused, put the cig in one of the rests and picked up the ashtray and walked over to his cheap looking dining table and put the ashtray and wine down on it. Then he leaned back on the table, his butt resting on the edge. He put one hand in his pocket and took another drag and looked over at me. He looked at my face, then slowly down, taking in my body, then up again, smiling when his eyes met mine. I was being leered at by a fully grown man and it was such a weird and perverse feeling. I felt a hot flush to my face and I knew I was blushing. Mike let out a little chuckle. "Having second thoughts? Hey look man, no pressure, you can leave anytime you want. I'm not some kind of control freak or anything". I swiveled my upper body and head and looked towards the door but my feet stayed planted. Then I turned back but couldn't think of anything to say. A few more seconds of silence passed. "Cat got your tongue?" Mike said with a raised eyebrow and a hint of sympathy. I just kept looking around on the floor and said nothing, ashamed at being so confused and indecisive. "Still want what you were looking for back there?" I was still frozen. He took one last drag from his cigarette, and slowly exhaled whilst stubbing it out in the ashtray. Then he said "If you still do ... then come here ... and kneel down in front of me." That was almost like a command. Every word burned into my brain and it was what I needed to hear, for him to take control and make the decision for me. I started to walk over to him and he said "bring your wine" so I turned and got it then walked over to him where I stopped about 3 feet from him. "Move closer" he said, and so I did. "Kneel" he quietly commanded. Again I complied, putting my wine glass on the floor. "Have another sip" he suggested as he picked up his own glass and gulped some down. I did the same then put the glass on the floor again. He stood up from the table and that brought him closer to me. His already bulging crotch was now about eight inches from my face and my heart was thumping like crazy. I leaned back on my hands to give him some room as he slowly unbuckled his belt, unzipped his fly and pushed the jeans down to just above his knees. His feet were about 16 inches apart. He put his fists on his hips, sort of like the classic Superman pose and said "You do the rest". After a few seconds hesitation I reached up and put my fingers behind the waist band of his underpants and pulled them down. His big semi-erect cock and hairy balls jostled out right in front of me. Just inches from my face, my mouth. I was hit by a subtle aroma that I had never encountered before but it only registered as a point of detail in the back of my mind. I was utterly mesmerized by the sight of what was in front of me. I stared goggle-eyed and probably my mouth was hanging open as well. His cock was circumcised like mine but bigger. The cock head was very purple and it had a smooth shiny quality to it rather than the satin look of my winky's head. It looked delectable. Mike moved his hips a little as to cause his cock to waggle like a dog's tail. Then he asked "Do you jack off Steve?" Without looking up I nodded yes. "Put your hand around my cock." My hands were still behind the hem of his underpants so I took my right hand off and put it around his cock. Touching the skin of his shaft was nothing short of electric. So warm, so smooth. "Cup my balls with your other hand Steve, but go easy". I did, and noticed his gorgeous organ was now getting bigger and harder. "Come on Steve, jack me off, move your hand". I started the motion and he told me to grip his shaft a little harder. After a short while he put his hand on mine to stop my jacking motion and then started moving his hips back and forth, fucking my smooth teenage boy hand. After about a minute of hand shafting Mike whispered "Go on Steve, put it in that sweet, beautiful teenage mouth of yours". I remembered the porno book and the girl sucking dick for the first time. Flit, flit, flit. Was it going to be like that for me? There was absolutely no way I could resist finding out. I suddenly realized my mouth was almost dry so I quickly worked my gums and tongue to create a little saliva. I wet my lips, opened my mouth as wide as I could and went down on Mike's still swelling organ. The experience was now so overwhelming my brain pretty much shut down and pure sexual instinct took over. I let both hands go of his cock and balls and reached around and put them on his ass cheeks whilst I made an adjustment to my kneeling postion to help my mouth better accommodate his magnificent cock. It just seemed the natural thing to do. "Atta boy Steve." he encouraged. Mike put a gentle hand on top of my head and began to guide the rhythm. Backwards and forwards, faster and faster, my mouth generating more and more slobber. He pushed a little too hard and his prick head hit the back of my throat causing me to gag. I pulled my head from his cock and it slapped up against his shirt with a wet slap before dropping back to a 15 degree angle. He was now totally rampant. "Take it easy Steve, take it easy, get your breath back" he urged whist patting me on the shoulder. He reached around and took my right hand from his buttock and placed back on the base of his shaft which was glistening with my saliva. "Use your hand to stop it going too deep". With this excellent guidance I eagerly resumed my very first experience of giving a grown man head. I'm not sure how long this continued, it could have been five minutes or fifteen, but eventually he put his hand on my forehead and pushed me off his cock. I looked up at him with wonder and he told me to get my glass and stand up. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Nothing, you're doing great. I just want another cigarette. Drink your drink". Mike had been standing all this time. He pulled his jeans up a bit (but leaving his raging boner exposed) and leaned back on the table for a rest. I took another swig of the sweet white wine and he did the same whilst quickly lighting up a fresh smoke. Mike told me to stand which I did. He then put his hand on the small of my back and pulled us close together whilst spreading his legs to accommodate me. Our crotches were now right up against each other and I could feel his hard on against mine. He inhaled deeply from the cigarette and totally surprised me by putting his lips to mine and breathing into me. My mouth just expanded and I spluttered. I had no idea what was going on. Mike said wryly "We are sharing a smoke. When I breathe out, you breathe in. Synchronize". He took another slow drag. I then realized I had to make room for the incoming breath so I emptied my lungs of air, held it, and waited. Our lips met, sealed, and he filled my vacuum with his smoke. I held it a while then exhaled. My head was spinning. This was fucking unbelievable. Without taking another drag he hugged me closer and kissed me and began to explore my mouth with his tongue. It dawned on me that this was what they called French kissing. We did a few more smoke exchanges and then he hugged me real close, massaged my butt, and nuzzled his way up my neck. Finally poking a slightly wet tongue in my ear and gently blowing in it. I couldn't take anymore. A ripple of neuro-electricity shot through me, my whole body shuddered and I let out a groan. I had just cum in my pants. "Have you just cum?" He asked. "Yeah ... I'm sorry" I said looking sheepishly down at his still raging hard on. He pushed me back, leaned over and examined at the semen stain which was now spreading out on my jeans. "Ha! You came without even getting your dick out. That's fantastic man. Fan-fucking-tastic. I guess you must be really into this. Right, now my turn. Get back on your knees, I need to cum now." I obeyed without thinking and got back to work. After a few minutes of furious but clumsy sucking Mike told me to put his balls in my mouth and as I did he began whacking himself off. "Oh yeah Steve, oh yeah. Here it comes man, here it comes" and he pushed me back off his ball sack and aimed his cock at my face. Jet after jet of hot jism hit me. A huge load. It was in my hair, on my forehead, on my cheek, on my nose, and it ran down my chin and onto my clothes. A bit even ran into my mouth and I gagged which Mike just laughed at as I used my fingers to quickly spoon it out although I didn't know what to wipe it on. "He he, look at you. What a mess. Get out of that shirt and jeans and I'll clean them up. Come on, quickly!" He ordered, snapping his fingers. I did as he said, took my shoes off, gave him the shirt and jeans and Mike took them over to the sink. He got a small brush, ran it under some hot water and began scrubbing all his sperm off. "Can't have you going home to Ma and Pa like that now can we? Go to the bathroom and wash my jizz out of your hair and off your face before it starts to dry." After I came out of the bathroom he threw my jeans and shirt to me and I put them back on. "But now they're all wet" I meekly complained. "They'll dry out with your body heat by the time you get home, without the tell-tale cum stains." he reassured. As I was putting on my shoes Mike went over and ripped a piece of paper off a magazine or something, wrote down his phone number and handed it to me and said "If you want some more fun, give me a call sometime. There's lots of stuff we can do. Ok Steve?" He then said "Steve, have you ever seen a porno movie?" "Err ... no" I said. "Ever heard of Deep Throat?" he asked. "Sure." Everyone had heard of that. The hard-core porno film that went mainstream. Even some of the local 'respectable' cinemas outside downtown Toronto were showing it late at night. "I can probably sneak you in if you want to see it ... would you like that Steve?" TO BE CONTINUED... (If you enjoyed or have any criticism of this story you can email me at: steve.marsh@gmx.co.uk)