Date: Fri, 10 Jul 2020 19:19:48 +0000 (UTC) From: Erin Boy Subject: Barber's Pole Barber's Pole, gay adult/youth, oral Please support Nifty to keep these stories coming. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Comments always welcome at erinboy_98@yahoo.com This story is about one of the first times I ever sucked a mature adult. I had been sucked by some and even fucked one, but at this point I had not been fucked nor had I sucked anyone who was not within a few years of my age older or younger. ============================================================== He was the executive of the boy scout council of the troop I had just joined in the town next to ours. I had been in scouts for a few years in a local troop and had been senior patrol leader, but I think some of the adults were having second thoughts about me as I always seemed to have a younger scout sharing my sleeping bag on campouts. So it was maybe just as well I switched to another troop in a neighboring town. Besides, I was roaming on my bike now and didn't need to be in a troop in my own neighborhood. The troop I transferred to was when I was 16 and I met this scout two years older than me at a camporee and we hit it off. My original troop was from a different council and I was just visiting the camporee for the day because another guy from my high school was in a troop there and invited me to visit. The new guy I met invited me to stay over and I called home and it was OK. I didn't have any gear so he invited me to share his sleeping bag. For a change I was now the younger boy in the bag. He told me he always slept naked; so I did too. Before long we were rubbing against each other - his seven inch uncut cock sliding between my legs while we tongue kissed each other. It was the first time I had ever been french-kissed. I ended up bringing him off with my hand. I loved the way his juiced foreskin slid back and forth over the knob of his cock. I am cut so it's a different feeling entirely. We became lovers, yes even at that age I felt we were in love and not just in it for the sex. Maybe it was obvious that we were two gay teens in lust. In any event, it seems that in the months to come we had caught the eye of the council scout executive, a paid professional who oversaw the organization of troops etc. As the council office was nearby where I transferred from subway to bus on my way home from the all-boy Catholic high school I commuted to in the city, I sometimes stopped by the office for one reason or another. I didn't realize I was being flirted with, or maybe I did in an unconscious way, but the exec was always super friendly and joking around with me. When he was younger he had worked as a barber and sometimes cut the hair of various scouts who would drop in to see him in his office. One day I accepted his invitation for a trim. He didn't have a barber chair in his office, so I guess that is why the chair I was seated in was about on eye level with his crotch. He made small talk while he stood behind me trimming my hair. He was asking me about school and sports, which I had no interest in. Then he was asking me if I had a girlfriend and I said no, as there wasn't much chance to have a girlfriend going to an all boys school as I did. Then he asked me what about my friend and I blushed and said what do you mean. And he started talking about how when he was in scouts and sometimes he and another scout would share a sleeping bag on a campout and maybe do stuff together. He left the word hanging out there - "stuff" - as if I am going to ask him exactly what kind of stuff. By now I realize there is something prodding into my shoulder and it's his crotch, which has swollen to the point where out of the corner of my eye, if I turned my head a little I could see he had a boner and it must be a big one. He asked if my friend and I ever sucked each other's cocks. I didn't answer. We hadn't actually. I had sucked a lot of guys but hadn't progressed that far yet with my new friend. It sounds weird but at the time I didn't want him to think I was a queer, which is what cocksuckers are. Jerking each other off is OK in a way, but if you let another guy shoot his juice in your mouth then you are for sure a faggot. By now his cloth covered boner was prodding my cheek and he was no longer cutting my hair, just rubbing his fingers through it. I wonder if he liked boys' hair because he was almost totally bald himself. "Take it out" he said. I didn't know what he meant. My cock wasn't even hard. Did he want to see my cock? "Go ahead" he said, and then he took my hand and put it on the front of his pants. That was all it took. I was in a fever to see his cock. I had a little trouble unzipping his fly because of where he was standing and the way I was kind of twisted around, so he opened it himself and held my wrist and guided my fingers into the spread of his fly. My fingers touched it. His cock. His prick. His boner. I had trouble finding the opening of his boxers and his cock was stretching the cloth tight over the end. When it finally popped out it was huge. The biggest one I had ever seen up close to this point. His cock was maybe eight inches long, maybe eight and a half with a foreskin that was really loose and slid back and forth where I held it with two fingers and a thumb. He had let go of my wrist and now had both his hands on the back of my head gently bringing me closer to his crotch. I slid off the chair and without much urging on his part knelt at his feet and slid the end of his cock into my mouth. I didn't waste any time fooling around with licking or kissing the head. I wanted this man cock in my mouth and I sucked it like I was starved. He murmured stuff while I bobbed up and down on his shaft. I couldn't tell just what it was he was saying but it was clear he was liking what I was giving. His balls were still inside the fly of his powder blue boxers, but I couldn't have had room for them anyway. With younger boys I liked to swallow their cock and balls all together and roll them all around in my mouth. There was no room for that now, nor time either because pretty soon the signs were there. I could tell he was going to shoot. I loved swallowing the cum of recently pubertal boys but I wasn't sure about a grown man's cum. Would there be too much for me to swallow? I never had the chance to think of any other way out of it because he was now holding my head with both hands and driving his shaft as far as he could into my mouth. I was nothing now but a moist hole for him to shoot his seed in and soon enough he did. I thought it was going to come out my nose and it wasn't as sweet as most of the boys I blew, but I managed to swallow it all without making a mess of his pants which were pressed up against my face now while he held me steady and allowed his cock to spurt, and spurt again in my mouth. He was no longer holding my head, just gently stroking my hair. I didn't take my mouth off right away, but kept his softening dick in my mouth. I always like sucking a cock that starts out soft and floppy and gradually gets hard. I didn't get the chance to savour his soft at the start so I lapped it now with my tongue with gentle sucking movements until he pulled away slowly and began to stuff his tool back in his pants. I did get a good look at it as he put it away and it would come to mind more than once in the next few days as I jerked off thinking about sucking him again. I only ever got to do it again once, at scout camp, but there would be other men - and boys. 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