Date: Fri, 20 Jun 2003 21:33:18 -0500 From: Tim Subject: Church Picnic Church Picnic By Tim Lawrence My earliest sexual experiences were clustered from the age of ten until about fourteen during the mid 1950's. The neighborhood was full of boys who were either older or younger than me but none my age. We were divided into two groups, those who were younger than me in one group and me plus those who were older in another group. That made me the youngest in my group with most of the other boys being a year older than me and a few two or three years older. As my older friends discovered jerking off they quickly transferred this knowledge to the rest of the group. This led to my introduction to playing with myself at a very young age. I also heard a great deal about sex of all sorts. Girls were mysterious inaccessible beings in our world so we had to direct our sexual exploration on each other. The circle jerk was a common occurrence. I had stroked the cocks of every boy in our group and they had stroked mine, usually in a group situation. Having mastered masturbation it was natural to attempt to move on to the next level. Trying to get a blow job became an obsession. Being the youngest, much of the blow job pleadings fell on my ears. Maybe the years have dulled my memory but it seemed that 90% of the efforts were directed toward me. I certainly wanted to experience a blow job but I also had a deep dark urge to give a blow job too. In our group situations this was clearly impossible. Giving a blow job and having everyone know you gave a blow job would be social suicide. I would be known as a queer from then on. Finally in the privacy of an overnight outing in a tent in the back yard I was able to give a blow job under reasonable guarantees of secrecy. It was a life changing experience but I didn't realize it at the time. Tasting the forbidden fruit did nothing to dampen that deep dark desire to give a blow job. The lucky receiver of my first effort was my older brother. He didn't ask for a repeat performance out of fear that he would turn me into a queer. Now I was frustrated, with my appetite wetted, but my coconspirator unavailable. My brother began his first job that summer. He had turned fourteen and got a job in a general store owned by a distant cousin. I was still eleven at the time. The job kept him from attending the annual church picnic. Of our neighborhood group there were only three of us who went to the same church; my brother, myself, and Chuck. Chuck was a year older than I, a good looking kid who knew it. His parents and mine were friends which set him apart from many of our neighborhood gang. This was nearly 50 years ago and prejudices of all stripes governed behavior during that time. Race was only the most obvious. My parents looked down on anyone who rented rather than owned their homes, regarded some nationalities as second class citizens, and thought drinking was abhorrent. All these sins carried on to the next generation. We were allowed to play with those kids but there was an unstated rule that they were not on our level. Chuck was a rare exception. We were clean WASPs and not part of the unwashed masses. So it was just Chuck and I who boarded the bus to the church picnic. The kids went by bus to the small lakeside amusement park in the morning. The parents drove to the park late in the afternoon with the food. We were on our own for most of the day. The rides didn't open until afternoon. Swimming was the big activity until afternoon and even during the afternoon for us avid swimmers. The bath house cost money which we didn't want to waste on anything but the rides. Fortunately it was standard operating procedure to change cloths in the woods which surrounded the lake. Chuck and I headed into the woods with our bathing suits under our arms. Once safely hidden by the trees Chuck and I began to strip off our shirts and pants. Despite the past experimentation within our neighborhood group I shyly kept my eyes diverted from Chuck as I pulled off my underwear. "Wow, this really feels sexy". Chuck's voice brought my head around. There he stood nude slowly stroking his hard dick. "Being naked in the woods really gives me a hardon" he said as he continued his stroking. My eyes seemed glued to his hand gliding across his hard circumcised cock. "Why don't you jerk off too?" Chuck was staring at me which I only noticed when I pulled my eyes off his dick. "Someone will catch us. Other kids are going to be changing cloths too." "Well let's move deeper into the woods. They won't go any further than this. Come on" he chided as he moved off into trees, carrying his cloths. I paused but then followed. We moved another hundred yards into the trees, far from any prying eyes. Chuck sat on the end of a fallen tree, perched on the high end near the roots. The steep slant of the tree and broken branches left no room for me to sit. I stood nearby, now stroking my hardening dick. Chuck began his slow stroking again. He was looking at me and where my eyes were directed. I was staring at Chuck's cock. After a quiet pause he began to talk softly. "Why don't you give me a blow job? You know I'm clean like you." Hygiene was one of those areas where the less desirable people in our neighborhood were supposedly deficient. They were dirty according to my parents. "Why don't you blow me instead?" I retorted. "Come on, give me a blow job. No one will ever know". He ignored my answer entirely. "I'm no queer. You blow me." That deep dark urge to once again taste the forbidden fruit had been awakened but I was doing my best to control it. My eyes continued to rest on Chuck's cock despite my words. Chuck took encouragement from where I was staring. "This is a great chance to find out what it's like to give a blow job. I won't tell so no one will ever know. You might never get another chance like this." Of course I already knew what it was like and there was a stirring in my stomach that it was very difficult to ignore. I actually felt and heard a rushing in my ears, probably due to an increase in my blood pressure. "Come on. I'm as clean as you. Give it a try. Don't pass up this chance." He continued to try and convince me. I had gone silent. He was the only one doing the talking. "Here, jerk me off a little" he said as he removed his hand. "You've done that before so that's nothing new. Come on." He was right. It wouldn't be the first time (or even the second) that I had jerked him off. I moved closer to Chuck and reached down to take his cock in my hand. "Not so fast. Just stroke it slow." I moved my hand at the slow rate that Chuck had been using before he stopped. Barely moving at all really. He was quiet now for a minute or so. The slow motion might be getting him excited but it certainly wasn't going to make him cum. My position was awkward with me standing and Chuck sitting. I had to bend to reach him and my back began to ache so I knelt down on one knee. "See how clean my cock is? Look closer if you want. You won't catch anything from it. Why don't you try it? I promise I won't tell anyone. This maybe your only chance to try it." His voice was almost hypnotic. My eyes never strayed from his cock. If his voice was hypnotic his cock was the swinging watch. His voice was even softer now. "Go ahead. Try it. I won't tell." He swung his right leg onto the fallen tree trunk, his foot tucked in to avoid a branch. This opened his crotch fully to my inspection. The tip of his cock was no more than a two feet from my nose. He was quiet for a moment as this provocative move settled on my senses. "You're so close just go a little further and take it in your mouth. Go ahead. It really isn't a big deal, just our little secret." He shifted his weight toward me bringing his cock another six inches closer. "Take it in your mouth. Don't let this chance slip away. If not into you mouth, just touch it with your tongue. That's not much different than jerking me off." I had never seen another cock so close in broad daylight. The veins stood out with their bluish tint under his pink skin. Light filtered through the big pine trees giving the head a rosy glow. Its rigid beauty seemed to draw me closer. I was now well into the valley of deviant delights formed by Chuck's spread legs. "Go on. Touch it with your tongue. You know you want too. You've come this far. Don't miss this chance" he whispered. He edged even closer. My tongue nervously played along my lips, now only inches away from the rosy head of his cock. I had stopped stroking but my hand was still holding the rigid shaft. Slowly and nervously I stuck my tongue out toward his dick. An inch or two still separated tongue and throbbing cock. Chuck stretched forward closing the gap. My tongue slid along the top of the head causing me to reflectively jerk back. Chuck's hand was behind my head keeping me from moving away. He wasn't forcing me to stay in position but his hand was gently urging me forward. "Come on. Take it in your mouth. You've already touched it with your tongue. What's the difference between licking it and putting it in your mouth" his voice hardly a whisper now. I figured that I had shown enough resistance to prove I wasn't a queer and now opened my lips, edging almost imperceptibly forward. Chuck applied a bit more pressure on the back of my head and strained even further toward my moist lips. The firm head slipped into my mouth. My heart was racing. I wanted to immediately take it totally inside me and to begin sucking but I continued to act the reluctant pervert. My lips barely touched the shaft and my tongue very lightly brushed against the warm head of his cock, now buried in my mouth. Chuck had stopped talking, almost holding his breath in fear that another word would bring ruin to his attempt at my seduction. I took this time to tentatively explore his hot cock with my tongue. My lips gripped a bit tighter and my mouth began to fill with saliva, saturating and lubricating his throbbing member. My ministration were teasing Chuck to the point of a bit of squirming. "Oh, that feels good just being in your mouth" he whispered. "Suck on it a little, please." Now I began to let my lust invade my actions, beginning to suck on his wonderful cock. At first my lips slowly moved up and down his shaft showing some of my inexperience along with the little remaining control I could exert on my actions. I let my tongue caress his cock as my head slowly bobbed up and down the shaft. "Wow...ahhhh...oh man" Chuck moaned. His feedback drove me to ignore my last bit of restraint. Now I sucked hungrily on the shaft, exploring the head and pee hole with my tongue, and taking even more of his dick as my mouth pushed down on his cock. My head bobby faster. Nothing else existed in the world but the wonderful hard rod that I worshiped with my drooling mouth, sucking, and slurping. Chuck's hands were suddenly pressing on the back of my head as he tried to bury his dick as deeply into my mouth as he could. His soft downy hair was tickling my nose and chin as the smell of his crotch filled my nostrils. He held my head tightly allowing only my tongue to continue its massage of his cock. The taste of my saliva suddenly changed, becoming saltier and thicker. "Oh man. What a feeling." Releasing the pressure on my head Chuck drew his dick out of my mouth. My mouth was full of the thick spit and I had to swallow before I could talk. The salty flavor seemed to remain. "Did you get the feeling?" I asked. We were so young that we called cumming "getting the feeling" since none of us were cumming when the jerk off craze raced through our group. I still wasn't cumming, nor did I know much about it. "Oh yeah. I came. Didn't you taste it? "I didn't taste anything. You better not have done anything in my mouth." "Too late now. I came all right. You didn't even know it so it couldn't have been a big deal. You must have swallowed it." I still didn't believe it but there had been that salty taste and the thick spit. I decided it really didn't happen. My dick was still as hard as a rock. Chuck grabbed it and gave it a few quick jerks and I got the feeling big time. I didn't take a minute. We finally slipped on our swim suits and headed to the lake. For the rest of the day Chuck looked at me in a special way. It made me want to look at the ground in embarrassment. Chuck knew he could talk me into giving a blow job without having to do anything as vile in return. None of the other kids from Church were from our neighborhood and we only knew them through Sunday school. While we played with them there was none of the same intimacy as existed between our neighborhood gang so it wasn't unusual for us to keep a bit to ourselves. When we had finally had enough of swimming we headed back to the woods to change so that we could go on the rides. Chuck led the way back to our hiding place of the morning. As soon as he passed our normal changing place I knew that he had more in mind than changing cloths. "I've been thinking about this ever since we left here this morning." He pulled down his bathing trunks to reveal his already hard dick. "It was so much fun I couldn't wait to do it again." "That was a one time thing Chuck. I gave it a try but I wouldn't want to do it again." "Bull shit. You were enjoying it as much as me. I thought you were going to swallow me. You had a bigger boner than me when we finished and got the feeling as soon as I started to jerk you off. It turned you on and you know it....and look at that boner you have now." He was right. My trunks were tented in front of me revealing the lie in my words. "Come on and suck me again. Let's just have fun like we did this morning." With my hard dick giving me away there was no point in trying to play hard to get. I knelt down in front of Chuck, again facing his beautiful hard cock. My lips parted but before I could take his dick in my mouth Chuck lunged forward, sticking his throbbing dick into my mouth. His hands wrapped around my head holding me firmly and he began to fuck my mouth. "I can't wait to cum I'm so horny. Boy I want your mouth so bad" as he kept up his quick strokes between my lips. It wasn't the way I wanted to give a blow job but I was still incredibly turned on. He was using me but if it was the only way I could get his cock in my mouth I would take it and enjoy it. His hard shaft hammered in and out of my mouth. The head began to bang against the back of my mouth as my nose moved in and out of his budding pubic fur. His strokes quickened as he grunted with each thrust. Suddenly he buried his cock to the hilt but just as quickly released his grip on my head and pulled his hard cock out of my mouth with the head barely touching my lips. "Ohhh...here it cums" he said as I felt warm drops squirt onto my lips, nose, and cheeks. Some of the warm liquid landed on my tongue and I recognized the taste of the salty thick spit of the morning. "See, there's cum. Lick your lips and you'll know I wasn't lying to you." My tongue glided quickly across my lips. It slipped along with the lubrication of this interestedly flavored liquid. I licked my bottom lip and then searched for more on my upper lip. This was another new and sexy experience and I was savoring it. "Ha...you like it. You actually like cum. Well I can give you plenty." Finally realizing what I was doing I began spitting it out with as much violence as I could muster. "Why did you do that? I told you not to do anything in my mouth." "I didn't do it in your mouth, I did it on your face. Don't complain, I can see you enjoyed it." We finally dressed and returned to the amusement park but the best rides were already behind us.