Date: Tue, 5 Jan 2021 21:31:45 +0000 (UTC) From: Erin Boy Subject: At The Quarry At The Quarry Gay Adult-youth, oral, true Comments always welcome at erinboy_98@yahoo.com Please support Nifty to keep these stories coming. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html I started sucking cock at the age of five when my 14-year-old brother took me into his bed. I had been sleeping in my parents bedroom but when my little brother was born I was moved to the attic dormitory where my three older brothers slept. My introduction to this practice was a singular event, but it planted the seed for a lifetime's obsession. Over the next few years I played the usual sex games with several age-mates both male and female. Mostly "you show me yours and I'll show you mine" with occasional sucking. One that I've written about is the Nifty story "Caddy Shack" in which I was persuaded to service a fellow 12-year-old with whom I had gone skinny dipping at a quarry near where I lived in the summer. It was two years later, at this same quarry, that I got sucked for the first time. I was skinny dipping with two younger boys when a man came out of the bushes at the end of the quarry. He was 40-something, husky but not fat, with buzz cut hair. I forget what he said as greeting, but I responded "What, are you a birdwatcher?" He said "Maybe a Jewish bird" as he began making his way through the bushes across from where the two younger boys had been drying off. They quickly grabbed their clothes and took off before the man made it all the way 'round. By then I had gotten out of the water and was stretched out prone on the warm granite with my head on my folded forearms. The stranger did not wait for an invitation but sat down close alongside my naked body. It started with idle chit chat but soon the conversation veered to sex, his palm gliding over my spine and caressing my skinny buttocks. I asked him what he meant when he said he was watching a Jewish bird. He explained that most local boys in this community were uncircumcised whereas I did not have a foreskin. My cut cock stirred beneath me against the smooth rock. His fingers stroked my inner thighs and between the crack of my ass. He took my hand and stood up and made for me to go with him. He led me around the quarry, leading me away from the trail and into the dense bushes from which he first appeared. He sat me down on a large block of stone and brought his face close to my five inch cock with its smattering of wispy pubes. He used his tongue at first, licking my balls and the shaft of my cock. Then he started sucking. I'd never felt anything so good. I had been shooting cum for a few months now, but only at my own hand. It did not take long before I was cumming for the first time in a hot, wet mouth. I expected him to stop as I had reached a climax, the ultimate goal of my hand-induced strivings. But he was not stopping at all. Having sucked every bit of cum out of me, he continued on, alternating speeds and pressures. I had been sitting upright on the flat stone, but he placed a palm on my chest and gently pushed me back until I lay flat with my knees over the edge of the block. Then, after sucking me in that position for several minutes, he raised my knees up and pulled me closer so that my butt was right on the edge. Pushing my knees back he withdrew his mouth from my cock and began to tongue my balls and then there was this new feeling as his tongue found my asshole. I was his toy to use as he pleased. His fingers replace his tongue and he returned to sucking my cock. I couldn't take it much longer and mercifully began to shoot what little I had left. He gently tongued my cock as it went down. Then he stood up and walked off into the woods from whence he came. The next day I saw the two younger boys at the beach and asked them if they knew who that guy was. They told me his name and said their parents had told them to stay away from him. It would seem he had a reputation. I looked him up in the phone book and found he lived about a mile from our cottage. Several times that summer I rode my bike past his house hoping to see him in the driveway or the yard. I never saw him again, but I found out later he got caught with half a dozen young boys on his cabin cruiser and ended up in jail. After that Summer I became more active sexually and by the time I graduated from high school I had had sex with several dozen men and boys. In my eighth decade now, I'm still active, though the pandemic has closed almost all of my usual cruising sites. And as we have been keeping quarantine my wife never leaves the house which means none of my regulars can come by for a quick blow job or to plough my ass. Other stories by this author: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#erinboy