Date: Sun, 20 Jan 2019 13:50:32 +0000 (UTC)
From: Lvnv2008@yahoo.com
Subject: Boys and Men

Boys and Men

Gay -- High School
Lvnv2008@yahoo.com
Nifty/Prolific Author/Las Vegas

Please contribute to Nifty and keep this site operating.


I discovered a long time ago some guys fuck like boys, and some fuck like
men. The boys are in and fuck as quickly as possible with the intent of
coming as fast as possible. They just want to feel the orgasm. Men like the
idea of fucking, and as such will put some serious dick to you. And then,
there is love making.

I sucked my first dick when I was 9 and had just finished the 4th grade. My
brother who was almost 16 and staring his sophomore year in high school
talked me into blowing him so that he could feel what getting your dick
sucked was like. It was not much of a blowjob, and I don't remember
sucking. He put his dick in my mouth for a minute or so and then he came. I
swallowed but only because I was not expecting him to come and although he
did not tell me to swallow, he held my head while he finished shooting and
swallowing seemed like the natural thing for me to do.

That became out thing. I don't mean I sucked his dick every night. Or,
every day and every night. I sucked his dick all the time. Our parents
worked, and we were not allowed to have anyone over while they were gone so
he and I were alone all day that summer. I spent lots of time sucking his
dick. By the end of summer, I was good at blowing him, and I knew what he
liked and how he liked it. Initially he was in control, but I learned to
tell when he was going to shoot, and I'd change things up. When I felt him
tense up to indicate a climax was coming, I'd pull off his dick and rub his
cock on my face (which he loved), or I'd lick his balls (which he
loved). Then when the pending orgasm passed. I'd put the dick back in my
mouth. And, when he did tell me he needed to come I'd put my all into
sucking him. I'd hold the base of his dick firmly, and as I jerk him off,
I'd put what length of shaft was not in my hand in my mouth and create
suction until he shot his wad. I'd swallow and keep sucking until he
giggled and that was an indication to come off his dick. Didn't have to
wait long for him to get another blowjob. By the way, he did not ask me to
suck his dick. He'd ask, are you ready, and I knew it was time for another
blowjob.

When school started back up, I knew the minute I walked in the door (he got
home from school before me) he'd want a blowjob. I'd drop my bookbag, he'd
drop his shorts, and I'd drop to my knees. He always got a second blowjob
before my parents got home from work, and then one at night. That is three
blowjobs a day if you are not counting. At night was when I did my best
work. We had a reading chair in the corner of our room, and he'd lean back
nude with his hand over his head and I'd go to town on his dick. It was
when his hands started caressing my head and his hips started pumping up
towards my mouth that I knew the cum was next. Sometimes just for fun I'd
keep sucking until his dick was so sensitive that he'd push my head
away. He never used the term blowjob or sucking. At night he called it
drooling on his rod, bone work, hanging on his cock, or "doing what I did
best".

When I was 12 my friend and next-door neighbor, Karl, slept over, and asked
me if I jerked off. He wanted us to do it before we went to sleep. As we
were jerking off, I looked at his cock a couple of times and then he said
to hold his. Not only did I hold it, I jerk his dick for him, and I leaned
towards it as if I wanted to be more comfortable, but I wanted to place the
idea in his head that I should suck his dick. He pushed my head down and
said to blow on it, which I did. He kept putting pressure on my head, and I
pretended to resist a little, but eventually my mouth touched his dick and
then he forced the cock into my mouth. After that first blowjob he wanted
another, and the next morning, I blew him a third time.

He no longer wanted to hang out with me, but he always wanted a
blowjob. He'd call and ask me to go over. That became come over but use the
back door. Apparently, he did not want anyone knowing we were together even
if it was perfectly natural for two boys same age and same grade to hang
out. As soon as I got home, he would call. It was silly because we could
have just walked home together, and I would have gone directly to his
house. However, he told me he did not want anyone seeing us together. He
said that, not that he needed to for I knew what was going on in his
head. I knew that in his mind I was a cock sucker and he did not want to be
around one. But he did want the blowjobs. Daily blowjobs. And, on a few
occasions when we did have a sleepover the only thing he wanted, the only
thing we did together was for me to suck his dick. He'd get his blowjob,
then watch TV or listen to music, then he'd say my name and that was my
instruction to suck him off yet again. I could blow him a couple of times
before we went to bed, and sometimes he'd wake me in the middle of the
night for a blowjob. He always woke me up early for one last blowjob than
send me home before his parents had me sit down to breakfast. Not only did
he not want anyone else to see me, so he'd push me out the door so early,
but he did not even want me sitting at his table with him. Still, I blew
him anytime he wanted.

After a year of this he called me and when I got there his friend, Rob, was
there. I knew Rob as we had some classes together, and I knew the minute I
saw Rob, that Karl had told him about the blowjobs. Karl assured me Rob
didn't want anyone finding out he had his dick sucked by some guy and
therefore Rob would keep his mouth shut. I said OK. First, I was afraid Rob
might tell someone if I said no. But the main reason is that Rob was so
cute. He was the kind of guy whom girls called his name and smiled at him
in school. I blew them both that day, and just about every day, from then
on.

I did not blow Rob as much as I blew Karl, but only because Karl lived next
door and Karl could get a blow job almost anytime. But I blew Rob a lot
also. One day after blowing Karl he went to the bathroom. I was blowing Rob
when suddenly he pulled me off his cock, held me by the hair and kissed
me. I was too surprised to kiss him back, but I let him have his kiss and
did not pull away. He told me if I said anything to anyone, I'd get my ass
kicked. I told him I promised never to tell anyone, not even Karl, because
I liked it. He then kissed me again before letting me continue sucking his
dick, which is what I was doing when Karl came back.

A day or two later the three of us were headed into Karl's room where I was
to blow them both when Karl stepped into the bathroom. Rob stood me against
the wall, pressed his body into mine and kissed me. I had his entire tongue
in my mouth and both of his hands on my ass. I kissed back.  This was
French kissing with him groping my ass while I groped his cock. We stopped
when we heard the toilet flush. After blowing Karl, and when it was Rob's
turn, I made love to Rob's dick. I took my time and did everything I could
think of to please his during the blowjob. His orgasm was so intense he
lifted his hips off the bed when he came.

The next time I blew them both I had already blown Karl and was going down
on Rob when Rob pushed me away and told me to take off my pants and briefs
and lay on the bed. At this Karl turned and stood as I was doing what Rob
wanted, knowing full well that Rob meant to fuck me. I laid down while Rob
got in between my legs and fucked me. I loved it. On my stomach with my
legs bent out at the knees I got fucked. Karl then said he also wanted to
fuck me. From then on it was almost always fucking, and occasionally only
blowjobs. That was when I realized that Karl fucked to come as fast as
possible, while Rob liked fucking.

Mark was different. Mark was Rob's older brother and I knew as a senior he
did not interact with us lowly freshman. At 14, I knew enough about gay sex
to know I was attracted to this football player, the typical stud. He
looked athletic and was extremely good looking. His girlfriend was easily
the prettiest girl in school. One day Rob pulled me aside and asked me to
sleep over. Although I was already kind of old for sleepovers, he said his
parents were going to be out of town and his brother would have his
girlfriend and I should come spend the night.

The night I stayed with at Rob's, Mark went out, and Rob and I were
alone. Blew him, couple of times, and I got fucked. Rob only had one bed in
his room, and he did not want Mark knowing we were in the same bed, so I
was in a guest room. Late at night I felt someone climbing into my bed and
I assumed it was Rob, but it was Mark. He snuggled up to me, pressed his
erection into my side and kissed my shoulder. He told me to be real quite
so Rob would not here us, although their bedrooms were in another part of
the house from the guestroom. I expected to get fucked as if it were Rob,
but Mark did not remove my briefs right away. Instead he rubbed and kissed
me, and I could feel his erection pressing into my thigh. He got me so
fucking hot, I was humping my groin against his. He kneeled over me and
started to remove my briefs, and as he pulled them down, he kissed me along
my stomach, all the way to my groin and cock. I had never had my dick
sucked and that night I understood why guys loved it.  Not only did he suck
my dick, he tongued my asshole. As he moved up, he used his body to spread
my legs, my knees spreading outward, and his arm moving my knees up towards
my chest. He fed his dick to me bone dry, but he was very patient getting
his cock in me. The fuck only lasted a few minutes, and then as he licked
out my ear, he jerked me off to an intense orgasm. I too came in a couple
of minutes. After he left, I realized that although the fuck and hand job
had only lasted minutes, he had been with me for an hour and a half.

Mark would meet me on the corner, drive us to an isolated part of the park,
and make love to me in the back seat. I loved it. Unfortunately, I did not
see him that often, but when I did, we'd spent a lot of time in that back
seat at the park. Mark was my favorite of the three because of his love
making. Rob as fine because his fucks lasted a long time, and Karl was
tolerable because he would fuck me in less than 10 minutes and send me on
my way.

One day when Mark picked me up, he has his friend Tim with him. They took
me to Tim's where they tagged teamed me. These were two young men about to
graduate from high school, hung, experienced, patient. I was in
heaven. They not only did they do the nasty, they were verbal about
it. And, because they were considerate, they made sure I also came.

I was disappointed when Mark went away to college, but Tim went to the
local university. By then Tim had buffed up; a strong, muscular jock. Tim
was so sure of himself that whenever I showed up at his dorm room, his
roommate would leave. And, when it was too cold outside the roommate would
ignore that Tim and I were making love in the next bed. That spring I read
the writing on the wall when I showed up and Tim was not in the room, and
his roommate smiled at me. I was being handed off.