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#113, Guy's story: I'm going to make this really short. There was a guy in our neighborhood when I was growing up, who had a reputation for being "homosexual". He was real friendly, but all the boys avoided him. One day we walked back from the bus stop together, and talked a whole bunch about different things, and I thought he was really nice. That night in bed I began to fantasize that he was playing with my privates and sucking my cock. As soon as I thought of that, I HAD to masturbate, and had a really good orgasm. I did that almost every night until I just knew I had to see him again.

So one day, when I knew nobody was around to see me, and my mom was out, I went over to his house. I was really nervous, and I have no idea what I said to him....It was the opposite of walking back from the bus, when we talked and talked without stopping. Really, there was just one thing on my mind. Finally I told him that I wanted him to play with me. I scarcely knew what that meant, but I knew it meant taking off my clothes, and so I started to strip in front of him as soon as I said that.

He put me in a chair in his living room, and played with me for a long time, and then he started sucking my penis. It felt really good! I knew that we weren't supposed to be doing that, but I also wanted it and the feeling way more exciting than playing with myself. I came for him and he kept licking me for a long time after, real gentle.

I got scared and got dressed and went right home, but the next day I told him that I wanted to do that again the next time my mom wouldn't find out. We did that many times. I found out that some of my friends were sucking each other, and they invited me to join, but he was really the best. I know it's dirty and older men aren't supposed to do that with boys, but what's the difference since my friends my age were doing the same thing? Only he did it better, and I really did ask for it! I know a lot of weird stuff goes on that shouldn't, and young boys should be careful, but I don't have regrets, in fact, I loved it!

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#112, Guy's story: In high school, I had a friend and we'd hang out and drive around talking about girls and looking for things to do, which we never really found because we weren't that popular. We'd go to the beach at night an make a campfire, maybe with some other kids, but sometimes nobody was there. Lots of times we talked about how hot we were getting, and I almost always jacked off as soon as I got home, but we never did anything. But one night at the beach, I was feeling really horny and began rubbing myself under my pants.

"Are you jacking off??" he said.
"Well, yeah, I guess so."

He took down his pants and pulled his cock out and began stroking, too. We both got off big time doing that, and we started to spend out nights out parked at the beach or somewhere jacking off together. We sometimes stroked each other, too. We were in a little theater play together, so every night we went home late from rehearsal, and I started getting different feelings from him. One night we were parked and he told me he wanted to suck me, and I was really, really ready for that. It was awesome.

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#111, Guy's story: In high school, a buddy and I went down to San Diego to visit his uncle, who took us sailing. He told me his uncle was gay, but not to pay any attention. We spent the day in our shorts on his boat, and I felt myself getting turned on thinking that his uncle might find me appealing. In fact, I became pretty self-conscious, knowing that I might have an effect on him. Before dinner, back at his condo, we all showered and were walking around naked, and I started to get an erection and had to dress quickly to cover it up, it was embarrassing and I was petrified that my buddy might have noticed.

My friend went off after dinner to visit another relative, and I was alone with the uncle. We hung out for a while, talking, and he asked if I knew he was gay. I said that my friend told me, and he asked if it bothered me that he might find me attractive. I must have turned eighteen shades of red, because I flat out told him that I'd been feeling that all day and really liked it. He asked if I'd ever had any gay sex before, and if I wanted to try. Well, he didn't ask it out front like that, it took about five minutes, and all that time I was getting hotter and hotter so by the time he actually asked I don't even know if I said anything, I just let him pull my shorts down and begin licking my cock.

Ohhhh wow! He must have spent an hour sucking and licking and playing with me, and I was sooooo hot! A couple of girls had given me blow jobs before, but nothing even close to that!!! I came in his mouth, with his large hands holding my ass. Wow.

Somewhere along the line, he had slipped off his shorts, and after I came he was licking me and kissing my cock, and then he asked if I wanted to suck him. I was pretty much, like, 'oh shit yes!' and laid him back on the floor and went at it. He came really fast, and I didn't even know it was happening, and got a big load of cum in my mouth. I'd heard all kinds of disgusting things about it, but it felt really good.

Luckily my buddy came back really late, because in a few minutes the uncle was sucking me again, Finally we heard him coming, and I slipped into bed and pretended I was asleep. I woke up early and heard the uncle in the kitchen and went out to see him. He was naked, too, and the sight of his cock sent shivers down me. I started feeling his cock and stroking it, right in the kitchen, but he took me into the bathroom and turned on the shower and then got down on the floor and really quickly sucked me off. I was dying to have his cock in my mouth again, but he was afraid we'd be discovered....

After that, the uncle took more interest in family gatherings at my friend's house, and would visit a few times a year and we would always figure out a way to get together. One time he even rented a motel room. When I went to college, I was able to go to San Diego for weekends of naked sailing and sex.

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#89, Guy's story: I'm a married straight cocksucker. I say straight because I love sex with women and I don't have any other interest in guys aside from wanting to suck their cock. I've been an avid and enthusiastic cocksucker ever since the first time I blew my best friend Larry in high school.

Larry and I were best friends since grade school and when we became teenagers, we began to experiment with our new found sexuality. We started out masturbating together but quickly progressed from jerking off to giving each other handjobs and inevitably, blowjobs. At first, we did it to each other in order to have it done to ourselves, but I quickly realized that I loved the erotic sensation of his cock filling my mouth.

In the beginning we agreed to warn the one giving the blowjob when we were about to cum so he could finish with a handjob, but on one occasion, while I was lost in sucking on his cock, I felt his already big cock growing even bigger and harder in my mouth until with a groan, he came and proceeded to fill my mouth with what seemed to be a continuous, pulsating stream of warm, thick semen. Since his cock was at the back of my mouth at the time, I had no choice but to either swallow it or choke, so I swallowed it all. Afterward, he said that he was sorry, but that it felt so good that he got carried away and once he began, he couldn't stop. He said it was the most that he had ever cum and that he could not believe that I had swallowed it all. He asked me if I liked the way it tasted. I pretended to be angry, but the truth was that I was DELIGHTED that he had cum in my mouth. Not only did I like both the taste and the thick, lumpy texture of his cum, but I was surprised to realize that I liked being a "cocksucker" Up until then, we would do it once or twice a week but after that first time that he came in my mouth, I wanted to do it EVERY day.

As my enthusiasm for sucking his cock increased and my skills as a cocksucker improved, he would more often get "carried away" and cum in my mouth until I admitted that I liked it and that in fact, I WANTED him to cum in my mouth. He had suspected that I enjoyed it and so after that, he would obligingly cum in my mouth and I would obediently swallow. We alternated days giving each other blowjobs because after cumming, we would lose the desire to blow the other, but as he began to realize how much I loved sucking on his cock and eating his cum, he gradually became less and less interested in blowing me when it came to be his turn, suggesting that I blow him instead since I loved doing it so much and that he would do me the next time. I would eagerly agree as I welcomed every opportunity to get my lips around his cock. Eventually he stopped blowing me altogether and I became his own personal cocksucker. I really didn't mind since by that time I had a girlfriend who loved sucking my cock almost as much as I loved to suck on Larry's cock. Between the two of us, I became the better cocksucker because to him it was only a means to an end, whereas I couldn't get enough of it.

Even though he had a very big cock, I learned how to suppress my gag reflex and take it all the way into my throat until his balls were resting on my chin. The first time that it happened, he was fucking my mouth and pressing the head of his cock against the constriction at the back of my mouth leading into my throat .He still had about three inches of his cock still outside my mouth but as I became more comfortable with the feeling, he pushed even harder. Each time, he was able to go in a little further than before. I felt my throat opening up as he slowly continued pushing, forcing it deeper and deeper until suddenly, I felt something in my throat give way and the head of his cock popped past the constriction and continued sliding easily all the way into my throat until my nose was buried in his pubic hairs!! We were both amazed at what had just happened and I was delighted with the way that it felt with his cock buried deep in my throat. After a few moments, he withdrew his cock from my throat until just the head remained in my mouth only to roughly force it back into my throat. The more he did it, the easier it became until finally, he was able to slide his cock smoothly from just inside my mouth into the depths of my throat. From that day on, it became our favorite technique. I loved the sensation of his cock filling my throat and I wanted to keep it there for as long as I could. Although I was unable to breathe with his cock all the way down, I learned to swallow with his cock in my throat, using my throat muscles to massage his cock until he came.

Over time we developed a daily routine. After we got home from school, we would meet at his house or mine, usually his since both his parents had jobs. I would get on my knees with him standing and I would suck his cock as he held my head and fucked my mouth. Sometimes he would cum with his cock on my tongue so I could taste it before I swallowed it but usually, after vigorously fucking my throat with his cock, he would cum with his cock buried deep in my throat. I couldn't taste it but I could feel his cock pulsating in my throat as he ejaculated directly into my esophagus.

Once, we were almost caught by his older sister when she came home unexpectedly just as he was cumming in my mouth. He was able to quickly put away his cock and zip his pants just as she walked into the living room where I had been blowing him, but I was still on my knees trying to swallow his cum. He made up a lame excuse about me looking for something that I had dropped on the carpet but since my face was very red and we both must have looked guilty, I'm sure that she knew what we had been doing. After that day, she always gave me a little knowing smile whenever she looked at me. Since she was also my sisters best friend, I always wondered if she ever told my sister about her suspicions..

Often, after dinner, we would go up to the roof of the apartment house where he lived and I would give him another blowjob on the roof behind the stairwell enclosure. The parapet came up to his waist so although he could be seen from the street or the adjoining buildings, I couldn't be seen down on my knees sucking on his cock. I kept a board there to protect my knees from the roof gravel. If the weather was bad, I would blow him just inside the door of the roof landing. We continued with our daily ritual for over two years until we graduated from high school and went off to college. I still love giving blowjobs, but I loved sucking my best friend's big cock the most of all. I recently confessed to my wife about having sucked my friends cock and about how much I loved doing it. I didn't tell her that I'm still a cocksucker

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#62, Guy's story: I've had bicurious fantasies for a long time but, aside from masturbating to a lot of gay porn on the internet, that side of me had been largely repressed. Sometimes my eyes would wander down a guy's body and zero in on his crotch as I fantasize about taking him into my mouth-

but it's just been daydreams and fantasies. That is, it had been until a few weeks ago.

I was at a party and, honestly, drinking probably a little too much. I've always tended to get pretty horny while drunk, which has generally manifested itself through flirting with women, but this time I was talking to a guy I'd just met.

And he was hot! I don't think he noticed the way I looked at him, because he was a bit taken aback when I told him how hot I thought he was.

He'd been drinking quite a bit too, which no doubt lessened any creeped out reaction he otherwise would have had. He laughed it off, which just encouraged me, and before I knew it I was telling him how much I wanted to suck his cock. I was practically begging for it.

No. I WAS begging for it.

My apartment was just down the street and, eventually, after a little persistence and convincing the guy that getting a blowjob from me wouldn't be gay for him (since I'd be the one with a dick in my mouth), he agreed to come back to my place for a bit to let me suck him.

I can't remember the last time I was that nervous about something sexual, I couldn't believe this was going to happen. As soon as we got into my apartment I was on my knees in front of him. I nervously undid his pants and pulled them down.

Here is where I almost chickened out. My face was inches away from his dick and I didn't think I could go through with it.

Then he started to get hard. As soon as his cock started twitching- growing and raising- I couldn't resist licking it. Feeling it harden against my tongue just encouraged me and I put my mouth around it. After sucking him for a little bit we moved over to my couch. He sat and I got down between his knees, getting back to work.

As hot as it was having this guy's hard cock in my mouth, I almost lost it when his hands grabbed my head and started guiding me. I stopped for a second to ask him to be a bit more forceful and, though he was shy at first, eventually I was gagging a bit as he fucked my mouth.

He was getting close now and I took my mouth off him again. I could barely get the words out but I managed to beg him to come on my face. One hand held the back of my head steady while he stroked himself with the other. Watching him masturbate so close to my face was amazing.

The end result a bit less so. A guy coming on my face wasn't nearly as hot as I thought it would be. I did like the taste of what ended up in my mouth though and, after sucking him clean, I thanked him and escorted him to my door.

I'm a bit embarrassed about being such a slut that night but, damn, ultimately I can't say I regret it.

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#61, Guy's story: On my fourteenth birthday, the day I could legally work, I started as a dishwasher for a local restaurant. My friend Colin was already working there and had helped me get the job. Another kid there had introduced us to Chuck, the local weed dealer and we had been buying about an ounce a week and splitting it between us. We usually went to his apartment together but Colin had gone by himself that day and now he was telling me "don't go to Chucks by yourself or he'll ask you a personal question." Emmet, the cook, who was several years older and way more street smart than I'll probably ever be was grinning ear to ear at the puzzled look on my face. And he was rolling on the floor laughing when I asked "what kind of personal question?" I'll admit I was naive, but Colin acted like this was something that just happens all the time, people asking this "personal question" stuff, and I should know these things. He explaining the whole "have you ever?" thing to me and finally, with a look somewhere between exasperation and disgust he said "He asked me if I wanted a blow job." I didn't want to admit it but I was still confused about what he was talking about. Emmet was loving this. He gave me a conspiratorial wink and asked Colin "where'd you say this fella lives?" and then just lost it when I asked Colin "well what about this job?" Emmet just shook his head and walked off "Killer... you are so full of shit"... I'm sure he was thinking NOBODY could be that stupid. Probably not...but anyhow... Back in the dishroom, I leaned my nuts up against the machine and felt the warm vibrations slowly spread through my body. Chuck was a nice looking young black man maybe 21, 22 at the most, not real tall and with a medium build. I do remember once wondering why he didn't have a girl friend because he seemed to have it all going on. Those teenage years are tough on boys, or at least they were for me and my raging hormones. I would have much preferred sex with a girl but I just couldn't find one who wanted to cooperate with me. They're more attracted to someone a little older, maybe with a car, and not with the dork from biology class who is wanting to experiment on them. And all the while that dick is getting hard every time it sees a hole ( a fence, a tree, it doesn't matter) Nature figures if a dumbass man sticks it in enough holes he'll be able to reproduce eventually, and it apparently works. The next day at school I watched a pretty girl in her cheerleader outfit at the pencil sharpener, my pants becoming suddenly tight while her tight little rear moved in rythym with her hand on the crank. I was lost deep in that ass when I heard the teacher calling me to her desk. "Why are you limping like that?" and "Are you hurt?" she's asking me. God, I hated that bitch, and her stupid class. She knew it too, and was enjoying her little game, The rest of the day my shirttails were out to cover the little monster with a mind of it's own that was trying to escape my pants. Chuck was surprised to see me there at his door. I tried to play it off cool, making up a story about why Colin and I couldn't hook up and split the weed he picked up yesterday and can I get some now. Usually we would just get it and go, but I asked if it would be allright if I rolled one and just hung out for a little bit before work. He was acting a little impatient about me leaving but I kept stalling for time...waiting on that question. Finally I decided it was going to be up to me. "Chuck, I've got this problem and I need some advice...some man advice, and maybe you could help me with it." I'll never forget the shocked look on his face when I stood up and dropped my pants. And then the awful thought crossed my mind that maybe Colin made the whole thing up and I was about to get my ass kicked. "You've got a problem, allright. A Big problem white boy!" Then he laughed "Take off your clothes and get in my bed you dumb fuck. I'll see what I can do with your... problem." I hadn't thought this thing through at all so it was my turn to be surprised when he took my hand and placed it around his thick cock. He licked the pre-cum oozing from the head of mine, wet his soft lips and then slid his silky mouth all the way down the shaft burying his nose in my pubes. I gasped! He slowly came back up and then quickly down again. My hips came up, my back arched and I nearly drowned poor Chuck in cum. He ran for the bathroom while I came again and again. That had to be some kind of speed record. He was still in the bathroom when I put on my clothes and slid out the door. I'm mostly hetero these days, but I think my left hand may be a little gay!

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