Date: Mon, 9 May 2016 18:43:56 +0000 (UTC)
From: simon peter <simon23232@yahoo.com>
Subject: Only If

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Only If

By Simon Peter


Kenneth experienced his first ejaculation while asleep. He was twelve years
old, and he had discovered a couple of flick magazines in a box in the
attic of their home two days before. This evening, after dinner, he snuck
into his room and fished out one of the magazines. With wide eyes he stared
at the pictures of women with huge breasts and open legs being dicked by
monster cocks. He had no idea why the women had to swallow those large
man-penises into their mouth, to accept getting spanked on their butt, or
even to swallow the white juice squirting from engorged and enormous
rods. All he knew was the unexplainable, pleasant feeling he started to
have in his groins as he studied the squirting cocks.

Ken's dick, still a boy's dick, elongated as he flipped through the
magazines. When he took his penis out and compared it to the monster cocks
of the men, he felt it harden in his hand. He was circumcised when he was
born and wondered about some of the cocks in the photos which had skin
sheathing the pink heads. He was more interested in the men. He had seen
his dad's naked and hairy chest, walking around the house in the evenings
in his boxers. A couple of times he was able to glimpse his father's dick
through the boxers fly as his dad lounged in front of the television
set. Even then, he felt the same kind of sensation in his groin that he
couldn't explain.

What he had known about sex came from his cousin, Bernie, who was two years
older than him.

Bernie once showed Ken his boy dick. Ken watched in amazement as Bernie
stroked his dick which was definitely larger than Ken's penis. After a few
strokes, Bernie seemed to spit some kind of milk out of his cock
slit. After that, Bernie's dick went limp and the older boy tucked it into
his shorts with a look of satisfaction.

"This is what makes babies, Kennie," Bernie explained as he wiped his
cum-covered palm.

"Oh, yea?" Ken asked in wonder. How could a few drops of dick juice make
babies? Women carried babies, not men. How in hell could a few drops of
liquid make a baby?

"It's called fucking, cuz," Bernie laughed. "It's when a guy sticks his
dick inside a girl's pussy and rubs until he gives her his sperm, which
makes babies grow in her belly."

Kenneth had different theories about pregnancies and babies, including
those told to him by his mom.

Bernie was telling him something totally strange. But the magazines he was
looking at certainly confirmed what Bernie had claimed about men's dicks
entering women's pussy and shooting all this juice on the women's tits and
faces. How could this make babies? Would you get pregnant if the juice hit
your tits? Or if you swallowed it down your throat?

Ken went to sleep with his boy penis hard as a rock. He was scared. He
tried to push his dick down over his balls, back to its normal state, but
it wouldn't get soft. There was a certain need that he felt in his balls
that he had no idea how to fulfill. He tried to stroke his penis like he
had seen his cousin do, but the head burnt a little and he stopped, getting
more scared.

Around midnight, Ken woke up with a start, his heart pounding in his chest,
because he felt that he had wetted himself. His mom was going to go crazy
when she discovered the wetted sheets. Shit! He had gone to bed without his
pajamas, totally in the nude, imagining himself like the men he had seen in
the magazines. He had a faint memory of a dream. His cousin, Bernie, was
holding his dick instead of his own, and he was milking Ken. Just before he
woke up, Ken felt this surging sensation of heavenly ecstasy in his groin
that he had never experienced before.

He got out of bed and looked at the wet sheets. The stuff was sticky,
unlike piss. He was somewhat relieved that his boy penis had finally gone
soft. What he also noticed was that some of the sticky stuff was stuck into
the few hairs which had started to grow in his groin. He ran a finger on
the white stuff and licked it. No, not piss. This must be what Bernie said
would make babies. It would be next year, in Grade 7, that he would start
taking sex education lessons at school and learn some facts about babies
and men's juice. Ken stood in the middle of his room, skinny, naked, with a
limp boy dick, totally bewildered.

The next morning Bernie came over. Ken had decided to confide in his
cousin. His mom was out of the question and his dad never gave him the time
of day: "Go ask your mom," his father would invariably grumble. And Ken did
not have an older brother. The only sibling he had was his four-year-old
sister, who was a pain in the ass most of the time but whom he adored and
doted on.

"So, Ken, my man," Bernie said as he walked into the kitchen in the
morning. "Are you up for some work to finish the tree house today? Hi, Aunt
Bessie," he greeted Ken's mom who was preparing breakfast.

"Have a seat, Bernie. Breakfast will be ready in a minute. You boys want to
have a good, rich breakfast before you start your heavy manual work." She
laughed as she looked at the two eager boys sitting at the kitchen table.

After breakfast, the boys ran out to the back yard and off to the nearby
trees next to the stream that snaked through Ken's parents' property. What
was on Ken's mind, however, was not the tree house or the stream where
sometimes he and Bernie would jump into and horseplay, but his night
incident.

He needed to discover certain things and the only available person was
Bernie. He had hidden one of his dad's porn magazines inside his shorts,
folded and uncomfortable.

As soon as the boys climbed the rope ladder, Kenneth fished out the
magazine and showed it to Bernie.

"I found this in the attic."

Bernie took the magazine and started flipping through it. Ken felt his boy
penis start to experience similar sensations as the night before and he
noticed that Bernie was touching his own crotch which had bulged as soon as
he started gazing at the pictures.

"Shit, and holy shit!" Bernie exclaimed. "Look at this," he turned the
magazine for Ken to see. It was a black man with a huge cock squirting cum
on a white woman's breasts, which were as big as melons.

"Is that how they make babies?" Ken asked, feeling his own little boy dick
harden.

Bernie laughed. "No, Kennie," he said in a teasing voice. "You are still
such a baby. I bet you can't even get an erection."

"An what?" Ken was even more baffled.

"When your dick gets hard," Bernie explained, "it's called an
erection. Look."

Bernie pulled down his shorts and under-shorts. His boy dick stood
vertically against his belly. He had a thick patch of hair around the base
and its size was almost double that of Ken's.

"I do, too," Ken said, pouting.

"Show," his cousin challenged.

Hesitantly, but desperately needing to get some answers to all his
bewilderment, Ken dropped his shorts and let out his rock hard penis.

Bernie regarded his cousin's boy penis. Yes, it was erected, but it was
much smaller than his own.

"See," Ken said thrusting his hips forward, answering his cousin's
challenge.

Bernie reached out and grabbed Ken's dick. The sensation of pleasure in
Ken's balls suddenly multiplied by at least ten times. Instinctively, he
arched his back and let out a moan as he felt Bernie's palm around his
hardness. What the fuck was happening to him? His mind whirled with
confusion, but his nuts twitched and his little boy dick pulsated.

Bernie started stroking the two dicks. But Ken had to make him stop as his
penis head started to burn a little.

"Bernie, my dick hurts when you do this. It also hurt the other day when I
did it myself. Does yours hurt, too? Can I touch it?"

"Tell you what, cuz," Bernie said as he let go of Ken's penis. "Go find a
jar of Vaseline or something and I'll teach you a thing or two about being
a man."

Ken came back with the gel, his heart pounding, wondering about what would
happen next. Bernie definitely seemed to know a thing or two, and Ken
wanted to learn so badly.

Bernie applied some gel on his own dick and then on Ken's. Fuck! Ken was
experiencing different feelings now, from deep down inside his balls all
the way up to his cockhead. Bernie was stroking both boy dicks using the
gel as lube. The two boys shot their loads simultaneously. Ken couldn't
breathe. He gazed in amazement as the white juice shot through the slit on
his cockhead onto the board-floor of the tree house. One of Bernie's
squirts hit Ken's crotch and got stuck in the few hairs above his dick. It
was warm and sticky, just like the stuff that he had discovered last night.

Did it taste the same? He wiped out a little of Bernie's cum off his crotch
and licked it. Yes, it was salty and sticky and tasted almost the same as
his had done.

"Wow," Bernie exclaimed as he saw Ken suck on his cum-covered finger. "You
just ate my jizz."

"Your what?"

"Jizz, cum, load, sperm, semen," Bernie was showing off, of course. "Do you
want some more? There are a few more drops oozing out of my dick."

Ken didn't know how to respond. Zombie-like, he bent over and took Bernie's
cockhead between his lips and sucked the drops of cum off. He didn't stop
at that but kept sucking and going up and down on the shaft. Bernie was
still hard and he started moaning and pumping Ken's boy mouth, holding
Ken's head with both hands. A few minutes later, Bernie shot some more cum
into his cousin's mouth. Ken swallowed.

"You sucked my dick," Bernie heaved as his dick pulsated with
after-ejaculation throbs. Ken's lips were still wrapped around the shaft,
squeezing out every drop of his cousin's juice. He just couldn't let go.

His own dick was also pulsating and the build-up in his nuts was
unbearable. He reached down and grabbed his rod, his mouth still engulfing
his cousin's tool, and with a few strokes, he shot his load onto the floor.

"You can't tell," Ken mumbled, his lips shining with spit and cum. "You
can't tell that I sucked on your dick, Bernie."

Bernie smiled, his dick hanging limp over his boy balls, also glistening
with spit and cum. "Only if," he responded wickedly.

"If what, Bernie?" Ken's face expression was filled with innocence as well
as fear.

"If you suck my cock whenever I tell you to," Bernie declared.

"But, Bernie..." Ken complained in spite of his growing appetite for his
cousin's cock and juices.

"No buts, Kennie. You have to suck my dick when I say so. Promise that and
I won't tell."

"Will you suck mine?" Ken asked.

"Fuck, no," Bernie said. "I'm no fag."

"What's a fag? I'm a fag?"

"Queer, faggot, homo," Bernie was enjoying giving his wide sex experience
and vocabulary to his little cousin. "If you only do it to me, then it's
ok. We're family. I won't tell. Promise you will suck my cock again."

Bernie was so insistent, and Ken was so interested, that the deal was
made. Ken would suck on Bernie's dick whenever Bernie told him to, and
Bernie would not tell anyone about this.

Alone, in his room, in the evening, stripped naked, Ken lay on the bed
flipping through the porn magazines. Strangely, he was more interested in
the men and their huge tools than the women. He would apply some Vaseline
on his boy dick, and masturbate as he gazed at the cocks. It became a
nightly ritual, other than the cock sucking of his cousin's tool.

Later, Ken would turn gay. His dick would grow to more than double its size
to about 7 inches. Bernie got married, but once in a while, he would come
over and hold Ken to his boy promise. Ken was more than glad to oblige.
Bernie had always tasted so wonderful whether before or after he
ejaculated. His juice was always thick, creamy, and deliciously salty.  Ken
wondered whether Bernie's wife gave him blowjobs and whether she swallowed
his semen. His thoughts immediately brought on an erection and he
masturbated to the memory of the salty, creamy taste of Bernie's cum in his
mouth and the hardness of his cousin's cock probing his throat.

His first fuck was painful and unpleasant. It made him sore for days. This
came around three years later at 15, and not by Bernie. The guy who fucked
him was one of his classmates in school, and they did it in one of the
toilet stalls. He was very uncomfortable, bending over the toilet seat and
having to take in the smell of piss and shit. His classmate didn't prepare
him well: he used a glob of spit on Ken's hole and shoved his hard cock
right through into Ken's belly. He emptied his load within a couple of
minutes, pounding Ken's ass, which to Ken felt like ages of burning steel
invading his boy body. He had to bite on his arm to stifle the screams of
pain.

However, the memory of his first cock-sucking with Bernie would remain with
Ken for the rest of his life: his first taste of man's cock and juice.