Date: Tue, 6 Nov 2007 00:07:42 -0800 (PST)
From: Drew Sax <drewsx420@yahoo.com>
Subject: Evolution of a Cock Sucker - 3

Please do not read this if you are under 18 or are offended by sexual
accounts of those that are.

This is part 3 in a series of experiences I am sharing.  These experiences
are true but they did happen many years ago when I was a teenager.  Because
of how long ago these were, I probably do not have all the things that were
said exactly correct and some things might be more how I remembered them
than how they actually occurred.  However, it is how I remember them and
I've thought about them so much over the years.  I'm sharing the times that
have provided me the greatest material for my own personal jack off
sessions.  I hope you enjoy.

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Teenage boys spend so much of their time and energy thinking of and
searching for opportunities to get their nuts off.  For me, if I could
change one thing about my teenage years it wouldn't be increasing those
opportunities as much as knowing how to recognize them - and more
importantly, how to take advantage of them.  Looking back at my high school
years I can see now so many opportunities that were there for the taking.
Some were opportunities that at the time, I couldn't recognize.  Others
were ones I had to endure while burning with lust because though I knew the
moments were charged full of sexually energy, I didn't know what to do to
make it happen.  I guess I could consider myself fortunate that a few of
those moments seemed to work themselves out.  Ryan was one of those.  I
told you about him.  Pat was another.

Pat was a sophomore when I was a junior.  He had that straight laced, boy
next door look.  Dark hair, dark eyes, and wonderfully toned body.  He was
a preppy boy even before preppy was "in".  I'm not sure why he wasn't more
popular with the girls.  Perhaps because he wasn't a star athlete, wasn't
the rich boy, or didn't hang out with the right crowd.  I'm sure he did
much better with them in his later years.

Although Pat caught my eye the first I saw him, I didn't know him very
well.  It is an understatement to say we ran with different crowds.  I was
a stoner and fighter.  He was one of the "good" boys - or so I thought.  My
thinking changed one day late in the school year.

We had sixth period PE together that year and from time to time the class
would spend the period across the street at the city pool.  The plunge we
called it.  Our school was very large and thus our class was very over
crowded.  Because of that, even though we had been in PE together for
several months, I had never caught a good glimpse of what Pat carried
between his legs - either clothed or not.

That day in the pool though I learned a something of what I needed to know
about what he had.  Do you know how a pair of wet shorts clings so nicely
to a boy's body?  Well, Pat was wearing only a pair of yellow trunks that,
besides wrapping around his crotch like plastic-wrap every time he pulled
himself out of the pool, also became semi-transparent on any part that was
pulled across his skin.  I'm not sure if Pat (or anyone else) realized that
every time he stood up out of the water, you could clearly see the shaft of
his cock pressed against the front of his shorts.  You could not see where
it began, or where it ended, but you could see a good mid portion of it.
Even just that small portion seemed to reveal that it was a beautiful
piece.  From the looks of how it laid across his balls I knew immediately
he was long and his balls were a wonderful size.

Well needless to say, I couldn't keep my eyes off of him.  I followed him
everywhere in the pool, taking every opportunity I could to stay close to
him and be involved in whatever conversation he was having.  I was known
well enough at school (sort of infamous for my fighting) so this was very
easy to do.  What was difficult was managing the raging steel cock that was
bulging through my shorts.  I constantly saw enough of Pat's cock and his
firm, round ass that I couldn't stop the images in my head.  I could easily
vision him stroking that cock with one hand while rubbing his balls with
the other.  I envisioned what it look like when it started to pulsate, what
his face looked like when he looked down to see the first of his boy cum
bursting out from what I'm sure was a perfectly formed cockhead.  I
imagined what my hand would feel like wrapped around that shaft.  I
wondered if anyone had ever touched it, or tasted it.  I wondered if Pat
would let someone do that, another guy no less.

In spite of all my hopes that he would get out to use the bathroom so I
could follow him, the bell across the street rang signaling the end of
class and the end of the school day.  I lost sight of him as the hoard of
students rushed into the pool locker room.  Some grabbed their towels and
headed back across the street to the school.  Some, like me changed back
into some dry clothes.  A few kids hung around out front and then went
straight to cars in the park's parking lot.  Pat was one of those.  I saw
him getting in his green Maverick at the other end of the lot as I walked
out.  "Oh well", I thought.  "That was fun".  At least I knew that I had
some good material to jack off to when I got home.  That's where I headed

I was caught off guard when Pat pulled up to me along the sidewalk.


"Sax, you want a ride""


"Sure", I said.


I wasn't caught off guard so much because he was offering me a ride.  Like
I said, I didn't know him that well, but I knew him enough that I would
have said hey to him if I had ran into him at the beach or the mall or
something.  I was caught of guard because it seemed too weird.  Here it was
that I had had no more than a just few thoughts of him in the last year
altogether, and now after spending over an hour thinking about nothing but
him, I'm suddenly going be sitting alone with him in a car.

I'll be honest with you; I wasn't as naive in this situation as I was with
Ryan.  I don't know if that experience matured me more about sexual
situations or if I just sensed something subtle here.  Yet, even if it had
been more than just a faint thought when I opened the door and collapsed
into the front seat, I still wouldn't have known what to do with it.

It is funny how you can develop impressions of people you "know of" only to
find that completely off base when you get to "know" them.  Pat wasn't much
like I imagined.  It has been so long ago that I would not remember exactly
what we talked about as we drove towards my house.  But I do remember
thinking that Pat was much cooler than I imagined.  There might have been
something a little odd about him, but he was still alright.  He didn't seem
to guard himself much when he spoke.  It was more than him being very easy
going.  He just didn't seem too high on himself and gave the impression
that he didn't care what anyone thought of him. He had no problem starting
and keeping a conversation going and I got the sense that he just said
whatever he thought - maybe without even thinking.

At some point on our drive we decided to drive through Carl's Jr. and get
something to eat.  I learned that although he didn't party a lot, he did
get high sometimes.  When I asked him if he want to get loaded he accepted.
So we decided that after we got our burgers, when he would take me home,
I'd run in get some weed, and we could get loaded in the parking lot of my
apartments.

I should note that the entire time I was in the car I was as sexually
frustrated as I had ever remembered.  Here was Pat, sitting right next to
me in nothing but those hot yellow trunks that had revealed so much to me
in pool.  No shirt, no socks or shoes - and I knew no underwear.  Up close
his body seemed so much hotter than earlier.  When speaking to him, I
studied the definition of his pecs out of the bottom of my eyes.  When he
wasn't looking at me, I followed his hot chest down to his tight stomach.
Even folded somewhat because he was sitting down, his stomach was hard.  I
knew something of what was down below that fucking sexy trail of hair that
disappeared below the waist line of those trunks.  Although they weren't
transparent ny longer, I could imagine by the way they bunched up in his
crotch that his cock was laying up against his left thigh.

Normally feeling like I could hold my own with anyone, now I felt totally
out of synch.  Pat wasn't saying or doing anything to charge me up, but I
was on fire.

Then somewhere right out of the fucking air, he asked me a question that
scared the shit out of me.

I forgot how he worded it exactly but he just basically asked,


"So, Sax, are you gay?"


I literally felt like someone just slapped me in face.  I don't know if it
was the question, the way he said it, or that fact that some other kid was
asking me a question I was afraid to even consider myself.  A number of
thoughts went through my head in an instant, one of which was, "who asks
another guy something like that?"

When I realized that there was a long pause in the car, I shot back,
probably not as convincingly as I wanted to,


"WHAT?"


Confrontation is a weird thing.  Here I was.  I knew that I probably was
gay but never had called myself that let alone had someone else call me
that.  Also, I was horny as hell, wanting nothing more than to be lying on
the front seat with my face in this guy's shorts.  Yet when he asks me a
question that might certainly open the door for some real excitement all I
can think to do is act pissed off.

He must have known that he rattled me because he immediately tried to ease
the moment,


"Hey, I'm really sorry.  I didn't mean to...um..., I just"


As he is talking I'm trying to process everything and I don't know where to
go or how to answer.  He's not being confrontational.  I know his aim isn't
to fuck with me.  I know because I could and would kick his ass and he
would know that too.  Just from his demeanor I know he is asking an honest
question.  Maybe he even wants to fuck around. But shit, you don't do that.
I've only had sexually experiences with 2 guys and what I've learned is
that you never talk about it ^Ö at least not directly. You just find a way
to get into the situation and you let your bodies and hormones take over.

My brain started to settle down.


"Why would you even ask that?" trying to sound half pissed off and half
honestly.

He looked over at me, but I couldn't seem to look at him.  I kind of stared
out the front window, kind of out the side.


"I don't know. The way you look at me reminds me of my cousin."  He stopped
again and looked over at me again.

I was thinking about that, wondering what he meant. Obviously his cousin
was gay.  Did he look at him like that?  Maybe he meant the way he looks at
other guys.  Either way I guess Pat is more observant than I thought.  He
knows how I look at him.

Not knowing what to say at the moment I just kept staring out the window.

For the first time on that ride, Pat is kind of quiet.  He changes the
subject for a minute or two but then comes back.


"It's no big deal with me.  I'm not gay but whatever, it's cool."


By this time I realize that one of a few things is going to happen.  I am
going to shut it down by telling him he's fucked up, change the subject for
good, and then we just go about what we had planned to do.  Or, we are
going to get into a pretty honest and frank conversation about this whole
subject ^Ö something I've never done but probably would like to.  Or, we
are going to get sexual.

I decided the later was the best and somehow I would try to make it happen.


"I don't know......um.....what I am."  I said.  "I don't really care."


<My heart was beating through my fucking chest.  What they fuck was I
doing?>


He looked at me and I looked over at him.


Again, he changed the subject.  I followed along and we talked some more
about what we are going to do.  By then we were at my house.  I thought
about inviting him in but I was afraid he would think that was something
about the `gay' thing.  Shit, I was not very smooth was I?

It didn't take me long to get my stuff and I was back in the car.  I was
nervous as hell and was feeling more uncomfortable.  Where do I take this
from here?  What do I say and do.  I decided to keep busy doing something
so I just started to roll up some weed.  It didn't take me long and soon we
were smoking.

As I was trying to think of something to say, Pat just did it for me.


"Hey look.  I'm not gay.  I'm really not.  My cousin is. I guess that's why
I'm not freaked out by it."


I was feeling a little more comfortable as he spoke, but my stomach was
shaking.


"I've let him suck me off before."  At this Pat just stopped, looked me in
the eye, and very slightly opened his leg towards me.  It wasn't like an
obvious move, like he was offering something right there.  But he was
obviously looking a reaction.


I didn't look away from his eyes.  Whether it was the hormones or the weed,
his eyes look incredibly sexy.  I did look down slight at his chest.  My
cock started to get hard again.  His nipples were perfectly shaped.  They
weren't large and they laid flat against his peck, with the slightest
perkiness.


"You want me to?"  I said.


Although we both knew what was happening, I felt so vulnerable saying it.

With that, he just turned, started up the car, and said,


"Yeah.  Let's go to my house."


He didn't ask if I wanted to go.  He just took off.  But that was ok.  The
ice was completely broken.


Although I was very nervous, I was also relieved.  It was weird.  With my
brother we always messed around but we never spoke about it.  In fact most
of the time it was just eye signals and body language.  It was also mostly
spontaneous. With Ryan, it just happened.  It wasn't planned and it was
over very quick.

This time was different.  There was sort of a plan to it.  I thought to
myself as we were heading to his house that it would be more enjoyable
because we would have some time and some intent to what we were doing.

Fucking Pat was a smooth character.  He didn't seem nervous but he didn't
seem too excited.  I tried to see if he was hard but couldn't tell.  He
kept a conversation going about something ^Ö I truly don't remember.

When we got to his house it was empty.  Thinking back I'm sure he knew this
was best.  I had 3 older brothers.  He was an only child whose parent's
worked.

After a quick stop to quench a building cotton mouth we went right to his
room.

If there was some question about whether he was or wasn't gay, I think his
room gave some evidence.  There were several SI swimsuit pictures hung on
the walls.  In a box between his dresser and his bed was a box of magazines
^Ö Penthouse and Playboy.  I wondered about what his parents thought.

He sat on the bed and asked me to relight our joint.  After a few more hits
he was still sitting on the bed and I was standing up in passing distance
from him.  Then he looked at my pants and laughed.


"You're a riot man.  Look at you."


My hardon was obvious.


"Hah. Me too, I guess."  He stood up and looked down at his tented trunks.


With that I walked over and put the joint on the top of my Dr. Pepper can.
I walked back over to Pat and stood before him.  My hands and knees were
shaking.  His weren't.  I was hoping he didn't notice.


I reached out and lightly touched the tent his shorts.  Less than an hour
ago I though he was oblivious as I peered through these shorts trying to
imagine what this pole looked like hard.  Now I could feel the heat coming
from it.

Open handed, I slid it down the length of his shaft.  I might have been
nervous but I wasn't inexperienced.  I had fucked around with my brother's
cock maybe a hundred times.  I knew Pat would like it when I slid under and
cupped his balls.  He did.  I could tell by the way he looked at my hand
and the fact that he finally was not talking.

With one hand on his balls I reached up for his stomach.  I looked first to
see if he would mind and when he didn't object I put my left hand just
above his navel.  His stomach was tight.  He didn't have a defined six pack
but it was tone and a nice sight.  You could also feel his abs to the
touch.

Pat reached down and un-snapped his trunks.  He pulled the fly open and
then dropped them to the ground.  I was hoping for more of a dramatic
reveal of his cock, but this worked.  I was suddenly confronted with a
completely naked Pat, his cock rock hard and curved upward from a nice
black patch of hair.  Apart from the patch surrounding his dick and the
slight trail up towards his navel, his body was smooth and clean.

He stood there watching his own cock and I knew what he was thinking.  He
was admiring what he had.  He might not have been gay but he wasn't afraid
of it and he definitely enjoyed the way his body looked.  He should have.

"You can jack off if you want.  Just please try not to get cum on my
carpet."  He said it with a half laugh.

I knew that meant he wanted to get things going but it was cool that he was
a least interested that I get off also.

I knelt down in front of his crotch.  I could not help but notice how
perfect his legs were proportioned.  It was probably the weed.  He probably
had boney legs! LOL.

It wasn't just his legs that were proportioned.  Maybe it was because of
how sexy this memory became for me (Pat and I never did anything again),
maybe it was the weed, but I remember Pat's cock as one of the most
beautiful I've ever had.  It was slightly longer than my brother's but not
too thick.  It's width was consistent up to the cock head, where his crown
sat on the shaft in a well defined mushroom.  The main vein of his cock,
the one on the underside was wide and strong and gave his cock beautiful
lines.  But there was also a very visible vein running up the front side
(now pressing against his stomach).

I touched it like it was a flower, feeling the head and running my hands
along the veins.  A trickle of pre-cum bubbled out the slit of his head.  I
looked at it and then looked up at Pat.  He was intently watching me.  I
thought of Ryan.  When I went down on him, he kept his head back and his
eyes closed.  Pat was enjoying me enjoying his cock.

I slowly licked his dick head and tasted the juice.  I hate when someone
says a guy's cum tasted sweet.  It never tastes sweet.  It isn't that
tasty.  Often times it's overly salting and slimy.  It is the experience
that makes it worthwhile, knowing what he is feeling, knowing that you are
making him feel that way. It is the charge HE gets out of knowing that you
are taking his stuff.

Don't get me wrong, it doesn't make me sick.  It is very tolerable and
Pat's was not bad.  I realized that I would enjoy letting him fully cum in
my mouth.  I would swallow it without reservation.

After rubbing and licking his cock for a few minutes I knew he wanted more.
I first took his cock head in my mouth and sucked around that.  I twirled
it around the inside of my mouth while continually getting my lips just
under the head and pulling up, like sucking a lollie-pop.  Then I started
to slowly take more of his cock in.  Deep throating was not something I had
ever done before.  My brother would always cum very fast and thus I didn't
need to or have time to try.  Ryan's cock was too thick and again he came
pretty quick.

I tried taking as much as Pat in as I could but after getting his cock head
down my throat just a little bit I realized that he would like it better if
I didn't try to learn on him.  I didn't want to gag and get sick or
something. Plus I knew that I could get him off just fine with my mouth.

It wasn't long before I began my work in earnest.  I spent a minute or two
just sliding my mouth up and down his shaft, swiveling my lips around his
shaft and rubbing my tongue against his pulsating shaft.  When I came all
the way up I massaged his cock head and slit with my tongue.  Then I would
squeeze my hand down the length of his shaft as I followed with the tight
grip of my mouth.

Pat enjoyed my massaging his balls and at a couple points asked me to stop
and suck on his balls.  One of the things that turned me on the most was
his ass.  Again, it might have been the high I was on, but I couldn't get
past how hot his ass felt in my hands as I had his cock in my mouth.  I
continually rubbed my hands over his checks and slid it between the crack.
There wasn't much hair and it felt so clean.  When I rubbed against the
entrance to his shoot I could feel his response.  Although I had never
tired it before, I did attempt a couple times to put a finger in his hole
but he wouldn't let me.  Yet still, when ever I was fingering it (at least
on the outside) I could feel him respond.  It would send a shock through me
as well.

What made this suck even hotter than anything I had experienced to that
point, more than anytime with Jack or Ryan, was not just how Pat looked.  I
wasn't just the beauty of his cock.  It was how Pat participated.

At first he was very quiet as I worked his tool.  But as he became more
excited he started to talk to me.  First was just instruction,

"Hey, grab my balls."  "Rub right below balls. Yeah, right there."

"Just lick. Let me see you lick my cock."  "Put your tongue in my cock
hole."

This was very hot for me. And as it got hotter for him, he became more
vocal and a little more nasty.

"Rub it on your lips man.  Yeah, rub my cockhead across your lips."

He kept telling me, "That is hot."

At one point when I was sucking on his balls and rubbing the crack in his
ass he squeezed out some pre-cum.  As it rolled down his cockhead he lifted
me face up with his hand and said,

"Here, rub it on your lips.  Yeah. That is hot."

As he got hotter and I knew that it wouldn't be long before he shot his
load, I began to focus just on his cock.  He became more vocal.

"Yeah that is hot man.  I'm watching you suck on my cock.  It looks so hot
fucking sliding in and out of your mouth."

At some point several minutes in I could not stand my own throbbing cock so
I got my shorts down to my knees.  From that point on I used one hand on
him and one on my cock.  I had to be careful because I knew if I cam I
would have less interest in getting Pat's cock off.

Things got hotter as Pat got close.

He was never demeaning to me, but he got nastier in his talk.

"Yeah that's it baby. That's a nice cock your sucking on.  Your mouth feels
so fucking hot on my cock.  I am so hard in you."

"You like this don't you.  You like my big fat cock.  You like the taste of
my cum don't you.  Yeah, that's hot.  Keep sucking.  Keep working the fuck
out of my cock."

I could tell Pat was on the verge when he slowed down in his talking.  His
breathing became heavier and when he did say something it was more
strained.

He asked me if he could please cum in my mouth.  That was hot to me.  The
way he asked, like he was pleading.

"Hey, please let me cum in your mouth man.  Please just take it when I
shoot."

When I looked up at him and shook my head yes, I knew he was getting ready
to go.  He put his head back and put one hand behind his back.  With his
other hand he lightly grabbed the back of my head.  He wasn't pushing me on
his cock, it was more of a guide for him.  Then he leaned back, almost like
the hand on his ass was half holding him up, half pushing his ass into my
face.

And that's what he did, he just began to pump his hips up and down ^Ö one
hand on my head, one hand on the top of his ass, his head and chest leaning
back.

He wasn't talking anymore, just breathing hard.  His tempo increased and I
could feel his legs beginning to tighten.

My mouth was not totally devoted to working him up and down.  His pre-cum
was flowing heavy and there was such a distinct taste of salt and Pat in my
mouth.  Then I felt his whole body tighten.  He stopped pumping and just
arched his hips up to me.  I knew his cum was rising up his cock and would
soon come shooting out. I started sucking feverishly just on his cock head.
I felt it expand in my mouth and suddenly a huge shot burst out.

I wanted to swallow it but it was a lot and it was cumming fast.  I pulled
off and decided to let it hit me in the face.  For some reason I remembered
his carpet and I didn't want any of it to fall.  I held his cock in front
of my face.  It shot several shots into my shut eyes, on my cheeks, in my
hair.  I even got some in my ear.

As this was happening I exploded.  I shot my load high up on my stomach and
chest.  The rest fell into my shorts.

When Pat was done cumming he didn't move.  I was still holding his cock and
I remembered him wanting me to swallow his cum, so I took and I began to
rub it all over my face.  I tried to use it to get his cum on it.  Then I
put his cock back in my mouth and sucked the cum off.  I repeated this
several times until it was too sensitive for Pat to continue.

After we were done Pat was very nice.  He got us something to clean up
with.  He didn't get dressed right away and walked around naked as he
cleaned up.  That was incredibly hot for me.  We didn't talk much but he
did tell me that was that hottest thing he'd ever done.

I ended up staying around for about an hour.  We smoked some more grass and
talked about nothing much in general.  Pat did ask say that he wouldn't
mind doing that again sometime but something told me that it might not
happened.

I was right.  For whatever reason, we just never tried to make anything
happen again.  Although we talked to each other a little more when we ran
into each other, our relationship stayed pretty much the same.

Hope you enjoyed my recollections of this experience.  I have just a couple
more I will share.


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