Date: Sat, 22 Sep 2012 14:06:51 -0700 From: Mark James Subject: Reminiscences 2 by Mark James Reminiscences 2 by Mark James Andy said, "My first time was when I was 12, in a car with a friend of my fathers. I was walking down the highway going home from a friend's house. Mr. Brown (we will call him that) stopped and offered me a ride home. I knew him and would have sucked him in a heartbeat. My father was 30. I was born when he was 18. I think Mr. Brown was 28. He was young enough to be hot stuff to me. I wasn't naïve. I knew when the conversation got around to talking about sex that either he wanted to suck me or he wanted me to suck him. Either one was OK with me. This was at a time when guys didn't have to register as sexual predators if they were caught, but it was also a time when queers hid their preferences. Mr. Brown was married but that didn't mean he wasn't queer. I was queer, he was queer this was one way to meet. I made it easy on him. I stroked my cock and the outline of my cock made a bulge running down the leg of my jeans. I said, "I have an 8 inch cock, which is probably pretty big for somebody my age. See; look at the size of that sucker. You want to see it?" He almost ran off the car off the road. I unbuttoned my fly and pulled out my cock and balls and stroked my dick. "Here, feel how big that is. How big is yours? Don't worry I'm not going to tell anyone about this." He reached over and stroked my cock. I reached over and stroked the bulge in his pants. "Why don't you take it out of your pants and let me feel it. If you turn left here we can go up that deserted road to the woods on the hill." "Jesus Andy, how old are you anyway?" "You know I'm 12 but you know you want to suck my cock and that's why you started the conversation about sex in the first place. You were trying to seduce me, but I don't need seducing I want to suck your cock also. I'm as queer as you are." As he drove up the road to the woods I pushed my jeans and briefs down to my ankles and slid them off on the floor. When he parked the car, he pushed his pants and boxers down to his ankles. "I've never done this before. You want to suck me first? I swung my legs sideways with one foot going over the back of the seat and the other foot resting on the steering wheel column presenting my cock and balls to him as I lay back against the passenger door. "Suck me." He leaned forward and took me in his mouth and sucked on my cock as he let his hand caress my stomach and chest. "Oh fucking yes," I said. "Eat me." I had no comparison, but I knew he was a good cocksucker, just from the way it felt. He sucked and slurped and licked and brought me to the edge. I reached forward and pushed his head down on my cock and filled his mouth with wave after wave of a young man's cum. He choked and gagged but didn't let go until he had swallowed up all of my come. He pulled out a handkerchief and wiped off his mouth and my cock. His cock was erect between his legs. I flipped my body over and went after it with my mouth. He said, "Are you sure you want to do this?" "Yes," I said, as I went down on his 5 inch cock. I had no trouble deep throating it, although at the time I didn't know that that was what I was doing. He was so excited from sucking me and so close to the edge that it didn't take but 10 up and down sucks for him to come in my mouth. I had thought I was so smart. As soon as that cum hit my tongue I gagged. He pulled my head back and instead of going on my mouth his cum went all over my face. He jacked his cock until he finished coming and then cleaned me up and then himself. I sat there ashamed and embarrassed like a 12 year old. "It is an acquired taste. It takes a while to get used to taking a guy's cum." I eventually did learn to swallow his cum and until he died about 20 years ago we had sex on a regular basis. I had 5 kids and he had 4 but nobody, as far as I know knew we were gay." Andy said, "I also learned anal sex from Mr. Brown. It was only the mature guys who asked about anal sex. The first time was once when I went to his house when his wife and kids were visiting her sister out of town. You were right about their being no privacy. In the early 1950's there was no air conditioning and in the summer all of the windows were left open. Neighbors could hear anything going on in the houses next door. We used the sofa in the living room because it was not visible from outside. We always turned on the ball game because it gave us an excuse for me to visit him and it also drowned out any noise we might make. For a young man to spend a lot of time alone with an adult not a family member would cause talk in the neighborhood. The ball game usually gave us a couple of hours to suck and fuck without arousing suspicion. I was sprawled on the sofa with my hard cock being sucked when Mr. Brown asked me to fuck him. "You want me to stick my cock up your ass and get shit all over it. No thanks. I know how disease is spread." "Well you are right and wrong," he said. I gave myself an enema before you got here, so I have a clean asshole and I will put a condom on your cock so there is no possibility of your cock coming into contact with shit." I asked him what an enema was and he explained the process. "Well ok, but doesn't getting fucked hurt like hell." "It did the first time I ever did it and the guy who fucked me had a whole lot smaller cock than you have, but the anal canal stretches and I have been fucked enough so that it doesn't hurt any more. It is pure pleasure. "Ok, I'm willing to fuck you if that's what you want." He covered the sofa with towels, put a condom on my cock and used Crisco to lubricate his ass and my cock and knelt on the sofa with his ass in the air. I knelt behind him and pushed my dick against his asshole. All 8 inches slid right in with no trouble at all. God was that ever a revelation. Although he might have had a well used ass the size of my cock made it a tight fit and fucking his ass was pure heaven, a sensual delight. He moaned and groaned as I fucked him. That was all he could do. If he got any louder than that the neighbors would have heard him. I went faster and faster as the cum rose in my cock and I had to stifle my own yells as I eventually blew my load into the condom. I pulled my cock out of his ass. He turned around, stripped off the condom and wrapped it in a piece of paper. He then took my cock in his mouth and sucked and licked the residual come from my cock. Then he sat on the sofa and I got between his legs and sucked him off. By this time I had learned to take his cum in my mouth and I swallowed it down. I had no way to give myself an enema at my house, so I used his bathroom and his enema kit the next time we were alone at his house and he introduced me to the joys of rimming and being topped. It took a lot of preparation and clean up to be able to have anal sex so it didn't happen often, until I was old enough to have my own place. There weren't a lot of things to use as a lubricant. Do you remember how hard it was to get rid of Crisco on your hands and body? All it would have taken was one thing out of place to make his wife start to ask questions." Steve said, "Yeah I know all about how sound travels in the houses of the 1950's. That was when the first tract homes were being built and they had almost no insulation in the interior walls. My brother and I slept in the same double bed until the time I left home. I reached puberty before him and for the next year and a half until he reached puberty I managed to hide my masturbation from him. With both of us jacking off it was hard to do. I had found that I was limber enough to suck my own cock and was doing so one day when I thought I was alone in the house. I was having a fine time sucking my own dick when Evan asked, "What are you doing." I flipped my legs back down on the bed, laying there with my wet, hard, erect cock sticking up in the air and said, "Nothing." He stood there with his jeans unbuttoned, his cock out and hard, shedding his clothes and said, "Bullshit, you were sucking your own cock. I tried that and couldn't do it. How does it feel, sucking cock?" I said, "I don't know I wasn't sucking my cock." By this time he had his clothes off and was standing by the bed stroking his hard, erect cock. Suddenly, he climbed on the bed, was straddling my chest with the head of his cock pushing at my mouth and was holding my arms immobilized with his own. Although I was older I suddenly realized that he was taller and more muscular than I was. "Well, here is your chance to find out Steve, suck me." I opened my mouth to say something and he pushed his cock down my throat and held it there. I realized I liked that and stopped struggling. He began stroking his cock in and out of my mouth. "You like that don't you?" I shook my head in assent and he continued to fuck my mouth. Teenagers being what they are it only took a few minutes and he shot his load all over my face. From then on until I left home for college I sucked him off at least a couple of times a week. After a couple of months I persuaded him to 69 with me, but he only did that 2 or 3 times a month. He loved to watch me suck myself off and loved shoving a cut off broom handle in and out of my ass while he did so. But we had to be real quiet when anyone else was I the house because like you said the sound carried a long way in those houses." Mike said, "I grew up in Hollywood, CA, so I probably had a different experience than most of you. In those days Hollywood was still a small town, but it was the movie capital of the world. It probably had more great looking guys and girls than anywhere in the world. Everybody wanted to get in the movies. Not everybody did and those that didn't usually waited tables, made porn films or sold their ass on Hollywood Blvd. or Sunset Blvd. while they waited to be discovered by a talent scout. My dad was in the movie business, but on the business side, mom stayed at home like most mothers did in those days. We lived in a large house with 8 bedrooms and every bedroom had a bathroom. Privacy was not a problem in our house. Movie stars were in our house all of the time and they were just ordinary people to me and we were on a first name basis. Until I reached puberty and got a hard time every time I saw Tab or Van or a dozen other hot studs I hadn't given a thought to homosexuality or being queer. I'm not very pretty now but in my youth I was a hot looking stud even at age 12 , so it was not surprising that I was seduced early on my one of my unrelated "Uncles." I was in my room one day jacking off when the door opened and he walked in and said, "Hey Mike where is your father? Whoops sorry, I didn't know you were busy." But he didn't turn around and leave either. I was stroking my cock and looking at his crotch. He was the star of many of my jack off fantasies so having him in the room in person was a real turn on. I watched the bulge grow in his pants as he looked at me. "Can I suck it?" "Jesus Mike, you are only 12 years old." "So what's got you all excited? I know, you want to suck me. Well, how about we do a 69? Lock the door and take your clothes off. I'm already naked." "This is insane, he said, as he stripped and got on the bed with me." In no time at all we were head to toe sucking each others cock. Since then I learned that what we did was called a "Quickie." It sure didn't take very long but I thought it was the greatest thing that had ever happened to me. He took my cum in his mouth, I took his as a facial. This was my first time after all and I didn't know what I was doing. But it wasn't the last time we had sex. We continued to enjoy each other's company for the next 40 years, although I am sure he heaved a sigh of relief when I passed my 18th birthday and I was no longer "Jail bait." It wasn't long after I had my 18th birthday that I got my draft notice. When I was filling out my paperwork I checked yes where the on the form it asked me if I was homosexual. For some reason, after that, they didn't want me anymore." Most guys hid their homosexuality when they were drafted. Those guys that didn't flee to Canada to avoid the draft that is. The Vietnam War was not a popular war. When they came back, if they did, they got a job, got married and tried to suppress their sexual desires for another male. So a whole generation of gays went into the closet like all of the gays before them. I didn't need anybody's approval. I didn't need a job because I had a trust fund and if anybody didn't want to associate with me because I was gay that was their loss so I was openly gay. God if you liked to suck the cocks of and/or get fucked by well built, handsome/cute/manly, young men, Hollywood was the place to be and still is. Craig said, "When I was 15 the brothers of a lot of the guys I knew got drafted and then came home on leave before being shipped out to their permanent duty posts. In those days as you know everybody got drafted at the age of 18, unless you got a college deferment. Good girls just didn't put out in those days, they waited for marriage. If you have ever seen one of the army's VD films you wouldn't go near a whore, especially if you were just a regular guy. In basic training you were always under somebody's thumb so there was no privacy and few opportunities to get your rocks off. This conspired to make all of the guys on leave horny as hell. I was the beneficiary of this situation when Aaron's brother Bob came home on leave. Aaron's parents both worked so I usually didn't knock, I just barged right in but this time there was Bob sitting in a chair in the living room flogging his meat. "I'm sorry, I was looking for Aaron. I didn't know you were home." I said as I stared at his hard cock between his legs. "I got in last night and am as horny as hell. You like what you see?" "Ah, well, I'm sorry I um ugh." "You must like what you see you have a hard on yourself. I always thought you were queer. Why don't you get on your knees and suck me off?" I didn't pretend, I just said, "What about Aaron?" "Oh, he doesn't know you are queer? I always wondered if you were sucking his dick. He won't be back for half an hour. There is plenty of time for you to suck me off. I won't tell him you are queer." So I slid to my knees, went down on him and gently sucked his cock. "Oh Jesus, you have obviously done this before, that's great." He had jacked himself half way to orgasm before I got there so my ministrations only hastened it and soon I had a mouthful of come which I gratefully swallowed. He cleaned up in the bathroom and left while I waited for Aaron to get back. The next day he called and asked if I wanted to go for a ride. I found out how useful cars were for privacy when you wanted to suck somebody's cock. We drove out in the country and stopped on a dirt road in the middle of nowhere. He undid his jeans and pushed them down to his knees and there was his beautiful erect cock sticking up in the air. "You do want to suck me don't you?" "Oh yes" I went down on his cock. I tried doing down further and further each time I sucked on it. It went easily down my throat. As it reached the back of my throat I relaxed my throat muscles and let it go down my throat. Fortunately I can open my mouth real wide and had little trouble finally deep throating it. "Oh fucking Christ, I didn't know you could do that. You didn't do that yesterday. "You came so fast yesterday it was a wonder I even managed to get your dick in my mouth." "Well today you can take your time." I now had the rhythm and was taking his cock all the way to his bush and sucking on it as I withdrew up his stalk to the slit in the head of his dick. I worked him slowly and then faster. No matter how I did it he was into it, lay back and moaned and groaned as he ran his fingers through my hair. "Oh fuck, you are a great cocksucker. I've never fucked a girl, but shit you are gonna spoil me for women as good as you suck. He started thrusting up to meet me as I was going down on him. He took my head in his hands and held it half way down his cock. Then he started humping his hips, driving his dick slowly in and out of my mouth. He badly wanted to come I knew. I pulled off his cock and sat back. "Shit, man, don't stop, I'm about to come." "Don't rush it," I said, as I reached over and pried his fist from around his cock. I slid my hand under his t-shirt and caressed his stomach and then continued up his chest caressing as I went, as I watched his cock soften. When it was at half mast I went down on it again and sucked. He pushed my head down on his crotch and humped my mouth as his cock hardened. I let him do that awhile then I pulled away and then went back and licked and sucked on his crown. "Oh fuck man, you know how to turn a guy on," he said as he squirmed and wiggled in his seat. I stopped, let his cock soften and then went down on him twice more, bringing him to the edge each time before I finally continued on and sucked him until he blew a titanic load of cum down my throat. He grabbed my head and frantically fucked my mouth as he loosed load after load of cum and then he just collapsed in the seat. My head was lying on his stomach with his cock still in my mouth as he tousled my air with his hands and said, "That was an incredible blow job. Of course I don't really have anything to compare it to because you are the only person who has sucked my cock, but I thought it was out of this world." I sat up in my seat, took out my cock and jacked off. "And you've never given Aaron one of your super blow jobs? "No, not that I haven't wanted to, but I don't want to lose him as a friend. You said you wouldn't tell him. "I won't, but I think he is missing something." "What would you do if your best friend groped you and said he wanted to suck your cock?" "I would probably have hit him, but now I don't know what I would do." I have a couple of army buddies stopping over tomorrow, would you like to suck them if they are interested in a blow job? We could drive out here tomorrow." "Yeah, I guess so." So the next day we were back on the same road and I was sitting between his 2 buddies in the back seat. We really hadn't said much on the way out. I was scared. I don't think they thought of me as a person just as a cum dump – a fucking queer. Bob didn't seem too happy either. Zeb put his arm around my neck and pushed my head down to his crotch. "So eat me queer boy. I have a cock for you to suck." I sat back up and said, "Bob, I want to go home. I don't want to do this. I'm gonna get in the front seat." "Hey prick tease, you are gonna suck my cock, "Zeb said. I opened the door and started climbing out of the car. Zeb stopped me. "Bob," I cried. "Let him go Zeb. He was gonna do you a favor and you fucked it up with attitude. He is only 15. If you hurt him you are gonna end up in Fort Leavenworth prison. Now let him out so he can come up here. He let me out and I got in the front seat. Nothing was said on the way back, but I could hear them jacking off in the back seat. He let me out down the street from my house. That night Bob called and abjectly apologized and the next day we were back in the same place and I was sucking his cock. I must have given him 10 blow jobs while he was on leave. It was a shame our path never crossed again after that. I did learn if a situation doesn't feel right get out fast before it is too late."