WARNING: The following story is true; it contains explicit descriptions of young male nudity, masturbation, and oral sex. If you are under 18 or it is illegal for you to read this because of your location (county, state, country, etc), please stop now.
In telling this story, I attempt to portray my early gay experiences as typical of the sexual awakenings of a closeted gay teen in the 70's. While the experiences herein are true, they actually happened over the course of about four years or so; in the interest of brevity, I have condensed some of these multiple encounters into one. A couple of years into my relations with this individual, I also found myself becoming sexually active with another high school friend but that story is for another series.
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-= Part 5: So Close I Can Taste It =-
After that night, I was glad to see that my relationship with Chuck hadn't really changed all that much; we still saw each other at school, talked on the phone, and made plans to do things together. We even had many more sleepovers at each other's houses, all of which started with a massage for him, and ended with a fistful of cock for me.
The elephant in the room was never mentioned in so many words, but was - on occasion - alluded to in some of our conversations (at least that's how I read it, and I believed how it was intended).
My mother, I remember, really liked Chuck, and was thrilled that we were friends. Being an only boy, I'm sure she fretted about me having other boys around and she thought that Chuck - being involved in JV Football and Baseball - was a good influence on me. If she only knew!
Chuck, as was his nature, seemed to be taking it all in stride; although he was very much the jock (which I was not), he was also obviously enjoying my attentions to his adolescent needs.
I remember one particular night several months into our trysts; it was sometime late in the eighth grade, I believe. Chuck and his Mom and brother had moved out of his Grandmother's house and were renting another one just down the street. His brother was staying with his Grandmother, and his Mother was working overnight, so he asked if I could come over to keep him company. We would have the house to ourselves! If my Mom had known, she wouldn't have let me go, so I didn't tell her.
He had a dormer room upstairs with only a twin bed, so it was going to be cozy, but we were used to sleeping with each other.
We watched some TV and talked as we normally did, but a little louder and more boisterously than usual, since we were alone.
"Lisa and her Mom were here visiting my Mom last night", he told me.
"Really?" Lisa was a girlfriend of mine, and I knew they were somehow related. Lisa was, at the time, really into me, as I remember; we were very close, and everyone (including her) thought we were going 'steady'.
"I talked her into giving me a backrub", he said proudly, unintentionally dropping a bomb on me.
"Oh, really?" I said, sarcastically, with a touch more hurt and jealousy in my tone than I wanted to admit. I was just crushed, yet I didn't really understand why.
"Yeah...just my back though..."
I calmed down a bit. "Oh" was all that I could manage.
"...the rest is just for you." he finished, smiling like a Cheshire cat.
I couldn't believe it! He was actually acknowledging our clandestine activities, and even inferring that his cock was mine, and mine alone. I nearly burst; I couldn't wait to get down to business tonight!
Later that night, as we got out of our clothes and prepared to go to bed, I noticed that he got fully naked, right away; evidently the ruse of the backrub was no longer a necessary preliminary. He simply lay back, spread eagled. There in the pool of faint moonlight filtering in through the sheer curtains at the window, he waited for me to settle in my cross-legged position between his legs.
I, however, kept my briefs on, as I always did. Even though this was becoming a routine with us, it was really very one-sided; then - as now - I was usually the giver in any relationship. I didn't really mind that...I got off plenty, on my own, still fantasizing about him and how I hoped one day to actually suck him off.
Not that I didn't want something more to happen with him; he had surely felt how hard my cock got when his ass rested in my lap as I sat between his legs. It's just that - up to that point - I didn't necessarily need him to reciprocate, though it would be nice.
Grabbing the lotion bottle from its hiding place in his nightstand, I crawled between his legs and got in our normal position, with me sitting cross-legged and him with his ass on my calves. My already hard cock was tenting my briefs and just barely brushing against the base of his balls.
As I opened the lotion, he said "Just use a little..."
'OK', I thought, maybe he didn't like it that slick. Putting my hand on his growing cock and spreading the lube, I found I had used enough so that my hand slid with just a bit of friction.
"That's good", he said, lying back comfortably and fully relaxed.
From my angle, looking down at him laid out before me, I again marveled at how hot he was; during the past year he had matured even more, and his chest was filling out with hair as well as muscles. Since he was kind of on an incline backwards, with his groin higher than his head, the soft light from the window made for quite a sight; his head and face were in shadows, but his lightly hairy pecs and stiff nipples were highlighted in the glow, as was the thickening patch of hair leading down to where my hands were wrapped around his stiff boner, shiny with the slickness of the lotion.
As my right hand worked his cock, my left hand began rubbing his pubes and then his stomach. His pecs looked so beautifully round, so perfect, that I let his cock drop for a second and used both of my hands to explore them, teasing his erect nipples with my thumbs. In doing this, I was leaning forward, my stiff cock nestled between his balls. He shifted a little, and moved up farther on my lap, so I could reach easier. My brief-clad cock was now tickling his asshole, his balls mashed against my torso, and his cockhead was just under my chin.
"Mmmmm", he murmured in appreciation. I don't know if it was from my cock at his hole or my hands on his chest, or my mouth so near his cock, but I wasn't complaining, either!
Settling back and resuming my work on his cock, I saw a silvery drop of precum beginning to pool at the tip of his cock. Being careful to not disturb it, I continued stroking him slowly, sliding the loose skin upwards to the base of his cockhead, gently using my thumb on the underside of the glans to add to the deepening pool of precum gathering in his piss-slit.
I lowered my head, looking directly down at the top of his cock, and my mouth began to water. Feeling his abs tighten, I shifted my head slightly up and saw him looking at me. Our gaze locked for an instant before he lowered his head with a soft sigh.
Fascinated by the glistening drop of precum, I again lowered my head. Holding my breath, I brought my closed lips down, ever so slowly, towards the tip of his cock. Closing my eyes, I felt them make contact, softly, like a snowflake landing on an eyelash. The slick warmth of his precum felt cool to my burning lips.
'Do I dare?' I thought to myself, my lips slightly numbing from something in the lotion. My mouth yearned to be filled with him.
'Just open your mouth!' my horny brain screamed at me.
A line from "The Wizard of Oz" flashed through my mind; you know, the one where Toto steals the hotdog from Professor Marvel and Dorothy admonishes him: "Toto! We haven't been asked yet!"
I chickened out.
I was still holding my breath, my brain fizzing from the lack of oxygen and the excitement of actually touching his cock with my lips. I wished Chuck would look up just then and read my angst; surely, he would have raised his hands to my head, giving me his tacit approval.
Chuck made no sign that he had felt my lips as I cautiously raised my head. A gossamer thread shimmered in the dim light as it hung from my lips to the tip of his cock, the ephemeral evidence of my self-denied desire. Stretching with the elasticity of a cobweb, it finally broke as I tilted my head back upright, recoiling against my chin as it snapped. Lightly licking my lips, I tasted his sweet, syrupy nectar. I wanted more.
With my nerves still jangling, my fumbling hand let his stiff cock slip from my grasp and it landed with a soft 'Thwack' against his tight abs. I quickly wiped my chin as he raised his head and looked up at me.
I needed to stop for a minute and clear my reeling mind, so I maneuvered myself out from under him and sat at his side, my right leg dangling over the bed.
"Watch this", he said, taking the head of his cock in his left fingertips and pulling it to his left pelvis. Letting it go, it sprang across his body, slapping his right pelvis before swinging in sort of an arc back to his left before it landed back on his abs, the head almost reaching his belly button. He did this a few times, amusing him and me; it was the first time he had touched his own cock in my presence, I suddenly realized.
Giggling a bit, I got off the bed and knelt with my elbows on the mattress, reaching out my hand to grab his dick, repeating what he had just done, but in the reverse direction. My mind was still thinking about how I'd almost had it in my mouth. 'If he turned on his side right now, it would be right in my face...' I thought, my mouth again salivating.
Suddenly, Chuck startled me by raising his arms and pointing down at his cock, bouncing his arms up and down.
"Suck me! Suck me!" he screamed in a guttural whisper.
"Huh..." I said, shaken from my thoughts and sitting back on my heels.
"Suck me! Suck me!" he whispered again, kind of laughing a little this time.
"Wha..." I began, before he cut me off.
"Did you see 'The Exorcist'?"
"Uh...yeah?" I lied.
"Remember the part where she's in the bed and screams at the priest 'Fuck me! Fuck me!'?"
I had no idea what he was talking about, my mind all scrambled, wondering where this was going.
"Oh, yeah" I said, like I knew what he was talking about.
"Suck me! Suck me!" he said again, still pointing at his crotch and bobbing his arms.
I was still stunned...'Could this be his way of...' I began to think.
"What an opportunity!" I said aloud, half to myself and half to him. I was aware of the double meaning that I had intended, and wanted to see if he picked up on it.
Feigning shock and modesty, Chuck clasped both hands about his package with an indignant "Oh!"
"Uh...for the priest, I meant..." I stammered, knowing full well that both he and I knew that he was playing a game, feeling me out, and I had just dropped the ball squarely back in his lap. If he wanted it, he was going to have to come out and ask for it; I could wait.
We sat there silently for a few moments as I absently fondled his cock and balls.
"I'm gonna take a shower" he said, suddenly, and he jumped from the bed and left the room.
Did he want me to join him? Images of me soaping up his body flashed through my mind. I pictured myself on my knees...washing his legs...lathering up his cock and balls. My mouth would be so close...I wanted to lick his balls as he rinsed off, the water cascading from his cock pouring in my face; my mouth open, waiting...
Shaking myself from my fantasy, I wondered again...should I? I had never been completely naked with him, and I was a little embarrassed. We had always only been in semi-darkness; I was afraid of him seeing me in the unforgiving glare of the fluorescent light, the lust in my eyes betraying my secret desire.
By the time my conflicted mind had struggled with all my issues, he was done, back in the room, toweling himself off. He held out something to me.
It was a small jar of Vaseline.
"We can use this." he said, simply.
"That'll work." I said, wondering what this new turn meant.
Finished toweling off, he tossed the towel in a corner and sat, legs open, at the foot of the bed. Leaning back, his arms reached above his head for the pillow, pulling it under his head.
I knelt between his knees, placing the Vaseline jar on the floor in front of me. Running my hands up his legs, I reached his hips, and then moved my hands to his now-flaccid cock. Even soft, it was still a good size. Running my hand though his bush, I could feel the remaining wetness from his shower.
His cock was beginning to grow as I reached for the Vaseline and opened the top.
"Don't use too much", he instructed me, speaking softly at the ceiling. Evidently, he preferred the stickiness of Vaseline to the slickness of the lotion.
Running my middle finger lightly through the viscid jelly, I scooped up just a bit and smeared it on the head of his cock. Using my hand in a circular motion, I first covered the head with a light coating before making a fist and lubricating his shaft. As I pumped, the heat from his now-rigid cock melted the gel and it became slicker, yet provided enough friction so that the loose skin on his shaft moved in concert with my fist.
Continuing to stroke him with my right hand, my left found its way to my own aching hard on; feeling it first through the fabric, I hooked my thumb under the waistband and pulled my briefs down, my cock springing free. As I stroked him, I began to stroke myself lightly, using only my precum as lube.
After a few minutes, he said "This is getting boring...we need to do something else."
"Yeah" I agreed, breathlessly, wondering how he was going to frame his suggestion.
I moved my head in close, breathing in the clean scent of Irish Spring. With my head just inches from his balls, I began blowing softly around his balls and then directly on his cock, up and down.
"Mmmm" he murmured, obviously enjoying it. "You do know what to do" he said, as if he were having some sort of revelation. I immediately knew that I was getting my intentions across.
"What do you want to do?" I asked, unnecessarily, my cheek warm and flushed from the excitement and the heat of his cock just an inch away.
"I dunno..." he said, his voice trailing off, trying to decide if he should ask for what we both knew he wanted.
A silent minute passed and I sat back, continuing to stroke him.
"Suck it" he said quietly.
My cock lurched in my hand. Yes! My hand froze in mid-stroke.
"What?" I asked, feigning deafness.
"Nothin'...never mind."
I wasn't about to let this chance slip by; I had waited for this moment for too long.
Letting go of his cock, I quickly pulled my briefs up over my stiff boner and got up from the floor. Sitting on the bed to his left, not facing him, I rubbed his chest with my right hand, silently urging him to ask me again. I wanted this so bad.
"No, really, what did you say?" I said, turning to look into his eyes.
"Nothing..." he said, averting his glance.
Several seconds ticked by.
"You know I'll do anything you want me to, Chuck..." I said, and I meant it with all my heart.
He hesitated for only a few seconds. "I said 'Suck it'."
"Really?" I asked, stupidly. I couldn't believe we were finally going to take the plunge.
"Yeah...suck it" he said, breathlessly.
I wasted no time getting off the bed and taking up my position between his legs. I pulled at his cock, squeezing hard. He looked up at me, puzzled at my roughness in manhandling his cock like that.
"It's got Vaseline all over it" I said, sheepishly, wiping my slick hand on his hairy thigh. I think I was just buying some time, enjoying the sense of anticipation. I was finally going to get to suck my first cock! The memory of this moment, I knew, would be burned in my mind for the rest of my life.
Holding his throbbing shaft at its base, I brought my mouth down to the head, hovering over it for what seemed like an eternity. My mouth had suddenly gone dry and I was trying to work up some wetness. The bed creaked as Chuck's abs tightened and he raised his head to look down at me, expectantly.
Finally working up a gob of spit, I moistened my lips and brought my mouth to his cock. Swallowing hard, I parted my lips slightly and felt his hot, firm, velvety-soft cockhead between them, pressing lightly at my still-clenched teeth. He relaxed, laying his head back down on the pillow.
Slackening my jaw, I slowly opened my mouth as my head dropped and his cockhead began to slip between my lips and over my tongue. Time seemed to move in slow-motion as my mouth opened wider and then wider still, until my tongue felt the inverted 'V' shape at the base of his glans. My upper lip continued sliding down over his cockhead, still not yet over the flared ridge that would tell me I had the whole head in my mouth.
I was in awe at the size of his cock! Savoring every moment it took, my lips finally slid completely over his glans, his bulbous cockhead fully in my mouth, filling it to capacity. Clamping my lips tightly around his shaft, I forced as much of his meat into my mouth as I could handle without gagging; I was still nowhere near my hand, holding tightly on to the base of his cock. He was easily seven inches, and I had only about three of it in my mouth so far...I had totally overestimated my ability to deep throat his cock, as much as I wanted to.
I finally had him in my mouth, and I was loving it; I felt his cockhead pulse a couple of times, letting me know he was as excited as I was. He let out a soft sigh.
With my hormones raging, I began to suck him hard and fast; overzealous in my attempts to please him, I was being a little too aggressive. My inexperience was obvious.
He flinched and said "Jeez...take it easy! You don't have to suck the meat off of it!"
I quickly pulled off of him, holding his cock to my burning cheek. "Sorry" I said, breathlessly. I loosened up and starting to gently lick and suck him again. This time I engulfed his engorged cockhead quickly and easily, using lots of tongue and spit. Coming off his glans, I slid my open mouth down the side of his long shaft, massaging it with my lips and tongue until I got to its base.
Chuck let out a long, low moan, urging me on.
Now I was getting the hang of this. I licked from the base of his cock upwards, and then tilted my head to work on the opposite side, moaning and panting with my intense pleasure. My mouth was no longer dry; I slobbered all over his raging hard on, getting him wet.
Bringing my hand up to stroke him, I again focused my attention on sucking him, seeing how much of his massive cock I could take in my throat. I bobbed my head slowly up and down, in rhythm with my stroking fist. I could feel his cock pulsing, his cockhead expanding in my salivating mouth.
Every once in a while, I would get a faint taste of sweetness in my mouth, reminding me that his precum must now be flowing freely. Pulling my mouth off of him, I continued to stroke, coaxing out more of his body's lubricant. I licked across the top of his glans, rewarded for my efforts.
His breathing was getting quicker now, so I slowed my pace a bit, teasing his twitching cock; he was really into this, and I was in heaven!
"Down" he urged me, and I returned to the hairy root of his pole.
"Down" he said, again, and my lips and tongue sought out his hairy balls.
Lapping at his nut sack, I was entranced by the sensual feel of their hairy manliness. Taking first one and then the other into my eager mouth, I gently rolled them around with my tongue, feeling their fullness. They were so large; I could only get one at a time in my mouth.
"Never mind if you can't get them both in" he said, challenging me. I thought my jaw would never open so far.
Diving in, I went for it and took both of his hairy balls in my eager mouth; my jaw was stretched to its limits, but as I pressed my face into his groin, feeling the tickle of his pubic hair in my nose and breathing deeply of his clean, manly scent, I knew at that moment that I was truly gay.
Without even knowing the word, I was - I realize now - having an epiphany. I wanted him - all of him - badly, and in every way. Even in those earlier explorations of his body, relatively innocent on the surface, I had begun to acknowledge my true desires; now, I realized, no matter what happened with Chuck after this night, that I had found my true sexual identity. I was completely and totally gay, and there was no turning back now. In his self-serving willingness to let me experience him, he had helped me acknowledge a part of myself that I had tried, in vain, to deny...and I loved him for it.
Releasing his balls from my aching jaw, I plunged his cock back in my mouth, going for the gold; teasing the base of his glans with my slick tongue, I bobbed and twisted my mouth around his pulsing cock, bringing him to the point of no return.
His breath was coming in short, ragged gasps as I took all of him I could handle. Suddenly, my lips felt a strong pulse as his cock erupted, flooding my mouth with his hot juice. Pulling up slightly, I gently suckled at his glans, rewarded with several more hot blasts from his fiery balls. My mouth was full to overflowing, and some of his jizz seeped out and ran down the sides of his dick.
Pulling off his cock, my tongue rolled his seed around in my mouth; its taste reminded me of sparkling mineral water, only a little saltier, and its texture was smooth and creamy. I swallowed the load that was in my mouth, feeling it slide down my throat and returned to his cock, licking him clean and savoring every drop.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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