Date: Sat, 19 Sep 2009 06:55:11 -0400
From: johngalaor@aol.com
Subject: Memories of My First 1B

Memories of my first, 1b
Author: John  Galaor

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Part 1b

My second meeting with the black boy.

Antecedents:

I have to explain a little the background of this story to better
understand it.  The story occurs in 40's.  More than 60 years ago.  In an
unnamed country that was living under a catholic dictatorship.  The place
was a catholic orphanage ruled by the Sisters of Mercy, a group founded by
Saint Vincent of Paul.

Here the last lines from the previous story,

Now, `I got a deal' with Badboy.  I was thinking that this was not a bad
thing for he was going to protect me from the bullies.  When he met me
later in the playing yard, he caressed my head with his hand, and told me
sweet words.  I would not mind to suck his thing anytime he wanted and even
swallow this sweet gluing stuff down my throat again for he was very kind
to me.

In those times I had not heard tell anything wrong about blowjobs.  Neither
I heard a word about how a low class of a boy was by I doing such a thing.
In fact, I had not any idea that cock sucking was the worse thing a well
behaved Christian boy could ever do.

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The priest was giving us some doctrinal talks of Thursdays.  In those talks
he treated different doctrinal fine points.  But most often, he was warning
against the sins of the flesh.  He only warned us against doing nasty
things with our "uglythings".  He called this nasty things made with our
hands manipulations.  He avoided to use the word masturbation, that he
rarely used.

If we were manipulating that thing with our hands this was a sin mortal of
lust.  But the priest never warned us against any other concrete sins, like
a boy masturbating other boys, or sucking their dicks.  He never said a
word about ejaculations or about swallowing the gluing sweet cream the dick
of your friend spurts in your mouth.

In successive days, I met Badboy a few times in the yard, but we could do
nothing because there was not a good place for us to hide.  We could not go
to the toilets in the upper floor, for the nun was barring our way up.

I was watching the nun sister that kept the corridor to see if she fled out
for a while but she was not out of his watch any minute.

I was always in a hungry state of mind.  Sometimes my stomach made noises
and I recalled the sweet cream that Badboy spurt in my mouth.  A very
nutritious stuff.

I met again Badboy another day and asked him if we could meet again during
the night.  But it turned out that his dorm was in another part of the
school, very far from mine and we could not meet.  On the other hand, I
thought... perhaps he is not eating well here, and had not replenished yet
his balls with cream to feed me.  Even if he was very strong, we had to eat
properly, I thought, to feed other boys with your cream.  So, I often was
looking for my black boy to see if he was yet with his balls full or
something.  If he had them full, he would be glad to feed me a little more
of his rich and thick cream.



A few days later, during the play time in the yard, I met the Badboy.  I
don't know where he was previously for I did not see him for several days.
It was like a mystery.  Sometimes he was in the school, sometimes he was
not.



Asking about him, someone told me Badboy was raised in the street of the
whorehouses of the city.

Then one day, I met again him on the yard.  He was chatting with a bunch of
older boys of his age.  When I arrived, he was saying nasty words.

He had a very foul mouth, for he came recently from the street where people
use a lot of obscene and nasty words.  So, I understood he was a wild boy,
not yet the tamed ones we all were.  He was also different not because he
was black, but because we had been held in this school since the early
years of our life.  Most boys came here on their sixth year of his life.



When I arrived to the group, someone was telling Badboy.

"Don't talk like that, Badboy.  Today is Friday.  And we have to go to
confess and tell the priest all the nasty things you are telling here."

Then, when he saw me, he directed me apart from the other boys and he told
me, where they could hear and said,

"Today is a good day, to meet upstairs.  The nun is out."

"What for?"

"I need badly one of those blows jobs your are so good at."

"I can't.  I have to confess today."

"But the stairs to the upper floor are not watched at this moment.  We must
go just now!"

"No, we can't.  For I will have to tell the priest I was sucking your
`uglything', you know?  I had to tell him, I swallowed all the sweet cream
your dick spurts out.  This is a great sin of the flesh."

"What shit is this, a sin of the flesh?"

"It is all things related to sucking dicks and playing with them to extract
pleasure or fluids."

"Then are you so stupid as going to confess?  With this faggot of a
priest?"

"What are you saying?"  I was scandalized.

"This priest is a great faggot!"

"Why?"  I asked him, with my eyes wide opened.

"I see.  You like him groping your ass, isn't it?  You like him more than
me."  He said.

"No.  I do not..."

Then I thought about his words and...

"No, the father do not do grope my ass!"

"I can please you much better than this old priest.  I can give lots of
sweet cream.  You like my cream, don't you?"

"Yeah.  It is very nutritious."  I liked use educated words.

"I can also fuck up your ass with my hard dick."

"What for?"

"You'd never had a greater pleasure in your life."

"Is it good?"

"Is it the best."

"Is it true?"

"Yeah.  You only have to try it."

"To try it?"

"Once you got my black dick in your ass, you'll be pleading me to give it
more."

"I'll be pleasing?"

"You will going after me, every day, asking for more."

"Is it true?"

"As the you say in the Mass, words of god."

"Words of god?"

"Yeah.  Truly."

"But the priest don't grope my ass.  He don't do that."

"He don't?  I was last Friday on the chapel.  The nun pushed me to go there
to confess.  I was watching the priest and he was groping the ass of all
the boys that were confessing.  Every one.  So, I went out of the chapel."

"I never felt anything like this you are saying."

"You don't?  Well, are you going to confess today?"

"Yes."

"Then pay attention to your ass.  Look what the priest is doing with his
hands on your buns."

"What are the buns?"  I asked him.

He turn a little and slapped on his rear.

"The buns?  These are the buns."

Then he looked around to see if anyone was looking,

"I will show you how he'll do your ass."  He approached to me and began to
caress my ass cheeks. "Like this."  He began to press harder.

I love the effect his hand had on my rear.  I never felt such a thing.

"But I do not believe what you say on the priest."

So, Nico became angry, then sad.  He thought we were all a bunch of stupid
boys.

Then I felt pity for him.  I did not like to see him angry with me.  I
loved him so much when he was happy.  So, I looked at the stairway that was
still free.  Then, I told him,

"Let's go upstairs.  We have enough time."

He looked at me, his face shining.

"Yeah!  Sure we have enough time."

I went up the stairs before the nun would go back to her post of control.

Nico, the black boy, went after me, some seconds later.

I waited for him in the upper floor on the stairs.

"Go higher, he said."

"Higher?"

"Yeah.  We can go to the terrace roof."

We went running up.  The place was closed by a door.  We were panting.
Then he bent the handle of the door and it opened.

It was a nice day of sunshine.  We explore the place and find a corner
behind the water tank.  Next I began to undress him.  He was pleased that I
was being so adventurous.  I took off his shirt and began to explore his
chest, caressing his small nipples, that had a few dark hairs.

"Just press them.  I had a big almond underneath."

I pressed on his tits and he had something underneath, like a small fruit
or something.

"What is this?"

"I don't know.  It develops when we grow up hair and change the voice."

"It swelled first when I started to develop my balls and my dick was
growing up faster."

I loved to feel the big nut under his nipples.  And I even sucked on them.

"We best to hurry up.  We got not all the time of the world."

Then I unbuttoned his shorts and pulled down his shorts and underpants.
There it was the amazing black dick almost totally hard.

"Suck it with love, sweety."  He said.

I started to play on it with my hands for a while trying to make it get
hard.  It was growing and growing.  Then it was so amazingly big.  It was
showing some veins on it that I loved it.  I still cannot understand why I
was so enthusiastic with his black dick.

"Start to suck, honey."

I did it.  I entered first the dick's head in my lips, and began to jerk
the hard meat to make it give off some honey cream.  My tongue was cajoling
the head of his meat.  Then it began to give up drops of sweet cream.  I
loved it, for I was always hungry.  I was trying to milk more of him.  Then
his dick tired of giving off cream.  I was then cleaning up all traces of
his cream with my tongue.

"Go deeper," he said caressing my head.

I began to suck more and more of his dick.  I was thinking his dick had
grown up larger since the last time I sucked him.  But I was too busy to
think much about this point.  One cannot think very clear with a dick on
his mouth, isn't it?  So I was determined to sucking him good.  To do my
best.

"Oh, my!"  Nico was moaning.  "You are the best!"

I would had been very pleased with his flattering, if I were not so busy
with my job.

"My little slut!"  He said caressing my head.  "This is great!"

I felt flattered this time.

I was doing my best to please his dick.  I fact it was very easy to it, for
it was a yummy dick.  He was giving me drops of honey to please the
sensitive buds of my tongue.  So, I was a diligent boy and put a lot of
zeal in my job.

"Go, deeper, honey."  he said.

I tried to go deeper, but I was gagging a little.  He put a hand on the
back of my head to help me go deeper.

I was a little scared to go deeper, `cause of the gag.  Then he started to
help me.  With both hands he held my head moving up and down to synchronize
the proper rhythm.  My head was now guided by him, going up and down more
easily, going faster and faster.  Then as I was going faster he pushed down
my head and his dick passed easily the tonsils barrier.  I got it all
inside me.

"Relax," he said.  "Breath through the nose."

I was really impressed to feel I had all the long dick buried in mouth, and
well past my tonsils.  I remained quite with the dick buried in my throat.
I felt some of his pubes were tickling on my nose.  I breath up his male
scent with air and I felt like a little drunk.  I was also amazed and proud
of my performance.  I had achieved a great goal, and I was only fourteen.



Badboy began to move my head up and down to give him more pleasure.  I was
now a passive vessel for the pleasure of his dick.  I felt the head of the
dick going back and for, and passing through the arch of my tonsils.  I
sort of liked the rubbing on the back of my throat.  Then his dick began to
swell and to have jerks.  I knew then the black boy would start to give me
all the nutritive cream he had produced and was stored in his big balls.

Then, he buried his dick the deepest.  I felt my nose smashed on his groin.
The first spurts of cream went directly down to my stomach.  Then he took
back his dick enough to give up those spurts of cream in my mouth.

My mouth was being filled up with his thick cream.  I had not enough
capacity in my mouth, and started to swallow as fast as possible.  But some
of the spurts were overflowing on my lips, and running down my chin.

"Swallow all the cream, baby."  Nico said.  "Suck it all."

I was making hasty efforts to swallow as much cream as he was giving me.

"Don't spill a drop, honey."

I was trying not to let any drop overflow my mouth.

"Oh, baby.  Suck well to your daddy."

I felt like a shivering on my back, for he said `daddy'.

He had touched on a sensitive nerve of my mind.  For I have always missed
my daddy.  I wanted to have one.  And now, it was like I have one.  I had
found my missing daddy.  And now he was feeding me with his sweet male
cream.  For my daddy felt pity of me.  He saw clearly how thin I was, how
badly undernourished.  For my chest was showing all my ribs.

I was pushing down most of the thick nutritive cream.  Then some cherished
words crossed through my mind, `I got a daddy.  He is giving me his cream.'

Nico was caressing my head softly and saying soothing words of praise and
consolation.  And hearing his words I was very happy with the tip of his
dick in my mouth.

I was for a while sucking my daddy's dick.  I felt a sort of elation in my
mind, for my mouth had still some cream.  The dick of Badboy was now quite,
but it was still having occasional jerks that gave up a new drop of sweet
cream.  I was still with the dick's head in my mouth.  It was like a
pacifier that soothed my mind and gave a lot of comfort to my forlorn life.

I had lost track of time, sucking on the black dick.  Then, Nico was well
aware of the time and the changing of the seasons.  The sun was now going
down on the sky.

"I now you are happy with my dick on your mouth.  But it is time to go back
to the yard, sweety.

We stood up and put up his shorts and shirt.  I passed my tongue on my lips
to rub the rest of cream on my lips and chin.  Then, the Badboy gave me a
deep French kiss.

"You are the best girl I've met in my life.

This time I was not shocked he said `you are the best girl'.



So, we went back downstairs to the playing yard.

The nun was again on charge of the guard.  I am not sure if she was aware
of my coming back to the yard for she had a bunch boys around her talking.

A little later appeared Nico, the Badboy.

But we do not met again in the yard, for I do not wanted that our relation
were know to other people.  There would be a lot of informers ready to tell
the nuns any piece of gossip.





Then, a little later, the nun announced, it was time to confess.  Those
that are going to confess put here in a line.

I was doubting about half a minute.  An remembered the words of Nico about
the priest groping our rear cheeks during the confession.  I wanted to
realize if this were true or not.  With all the sins I had committed in the
past two weeks, if the priest was really horny... I loved this word that
Nico taught me.  I the priest was real horny hearing the boys' sins, he
would burn in pure lewdness hearing mine.

So, I decided to go.  I wanted paid kin attention to the operating
procedure of the priest.

He was an older man on his 60 or more.  I remind him as being an old man,
with a big belly and a black soutane.

At the place of the confession, he sat on a chair against the wall.  He had
spread out his legs and the boys were kneeling between them.  He was really
true the words of Nico.  He was caressing the rear buns of the boys.



When it was my turn, I knelt like everybody else, and with both hands he
pushed my rear towards him.



"Hail Mary, the Purest."  The father started.

"Conceived without any sin."  I answered.

"How much time had passed since your last confession?"

"Two weeks, father."

He was caressing my buns, as I was confessing.  I was aware that I loved
his groping on my rear cheeks.  I don't kn ow why, but I remember I like
his hands caressing by rear cheeks, and pressing on them.  So, as it was a
pleasant feeling I never paid any attention at all.  It was a pleasant way
of confessing and all those fingering and touching made one relax while
telling the priest about our sins of the flesh.

Then, I started to tell about the black boy I suck two times.  The priest
got quite excited and he pressed my rear against his body.  Then I could
felt his great bulge pressing in my lower abdomen.  The priest was asking
me all the details about my act of sucking.

"How thick it was?"

"It was... much thicker than a broomstick."

"Did you enjoy the sinful act?"

"Yes, father.  I enjoyed it very much?"

The father was at his most horny state and he was kneading my buns with
both hands.

"Did he ejaculate?"

"What is that, father?"

"If he spurted any liquid stuff into your mouth."

"Oh, yeah, father.  I was sucking when the thick meat started to jerk and
began to give up spurts and spurts of some stuff.  I thought at first he
was peeing my mouth.  But he was not."

"Did you spit off the all stuff?"

"No, father.  I had my mouth full with the think meat.  I was very busy
swallowing and it did not occurred to me that I could spit this off."

"How did you feel at this moment?"

"I was a little stunned.  For he black boy was giving off more and more
spurts of cream into my mouth."

"What happened next?"

"The spurts stopped.  Then he took out his thing off my mouth and and he
told me, "did you like my sweet cream?  You have to drink it all.  It is
very nutritive."

"What did you do, son?"

"I started to swallow the all thick stuff.  I thought his cream had to be a
very good food.  With many vitamins."

"So, you did swallow it all?"

"Yea, father.  It was very difficult to swallow it, for it was very thick
and gluey."

"It was thick?"

"Yes, father.  Very thick.  So I had to rub inside my mouth with my tongue
to push the sweet stuff down my throat."

"How did it feel, son?

"I was very happy.  The cream was very sweet.  I loved it."

The father was relishing the scene and he was kneading my rear cheeks.

"So you shallowed all the cream, son?"

"Yes, father.  I did not spill a drop.  It was very difficult to push the
cream down, `cause it was very sticky.  But I took it all.  But I got a
taste of his cream in my mouth for for the rest of the day.  Till supper
time."

The father stopped pressuring on my rear buns.

"Are you repented of all your sins, my son?"

"Yes, father.  I'm very much repented".

"Have you had an act of perfect contrition?"

"Yes, father.  I did."

"Ego te absorbum pecatus tuis, in the name of the Father, and of the Son,
and of the Holy Spirit.  Amen."  Said the priest.

So he went on,

"As a penance, you should recite one `paternoster' and five `hailmaries'.
Go in peace and sin no more."

I've get up and went off to my business of praying the penance.



Since that day, I began to think that all the business of religion was
nothing but bullshit.

One reader was blaming me for putting this scene of the confession.  Well,
I would not put it in this story, if it were a case of fiction.  But it was
not.  This are my real memories from my adolescence.  And only put some
pretty words to enlightening those sweet reveries from my past.

On the other hand, I do not put any blame on the poor priest.  Think of you
in the place of the priest.  Even if you were as straight as an arrow,
imagine you are hearing for years all those adolescent horny boys
confessing their `sins of the flesh'.  They fill up your head with all
those details of their masturbations, their ejaculations, their cock
sucking, and their ass being fucked.  As ask them clarifications about this
or that fine points to calibrate well the weight of each sin.  Then all
this scenes populating your mind would be strong enough to bend down the
most straight of the arrows.


After a few days or so, I never saw again my Badboy in the school.  Perhaps
he fled this forlorn school forever; perhaps he was kicked out by the nuns
for having such a foul mouth.  Or for being slandering the poor saint old
priest.  Anyway, I missed Badboy a lot.  I was most of the time hungry and
had a nice memory of the sweet-tasty stuff he spurted in my mouth.


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