Pt. 02
Billy and Neil get it on
Author's note: this story contains scenes of gay male sexual content.
6.
My name's Billy. I'm a young man who likes to fuck. Sucking cock is also a specialty of mine. Shortly after my 18
th
birthday, Sally, my older sister, took my cherry in the cool, dark confines of her bedroom while my divorced mother slept soundly in the master bedroom at the end of the hall. Looking back, I couldn't have found a better tutor to introduce me to wonders and joys of sex.
As the days progressed, we explored and experimented, always aware of my mother and her whereabouts at any given time. With the gift of time alone, while Mom was at work, or church, or passed out asleep, there were few questions left unanswered, and few sexual mysteries left unsolved.
No surprise, I became quite knowledgeable and adept in regard to many aspects of sex and sexuality. Sis was as eager a teacher as I was a student. Many hours were spent quivering through the searing pleasures and eruptive peaks of incestuous sibling sex. We fucked like rabbits, our bodies becoming one, again and again, our Mom none the wiser. Or so I thought.
The most valuable lesson Sis taught me was that love and sex were indiscriminate. Lust and passion didn't discern between male and female, young or old, family or stranger. A lover was a lover. There was no difference in me pressing my body between her open thighs, or her suckling at the ample breast of a lesbian lover, or me aggressively kissing and fellating a male schoolmate. I learned to take it -- and give it -- where I could.
But to my disappointment, the fantasy had to end, or at least go on hiatus, when my growing sister had a major spat with Mom. At the time, I thought it was about her poor grades, general delinquency, and subsequent burgeoning drug use. We had been slowly growing apart due to her erratic behavior, and when she hooked up with a lesbian lover, Theresa, and moved out of the house for good, I was left out in the cold to fend for myself.
Although I missed her, I did find solace elsewhere. Endowed with the lessons Sally taught me, I began to experiment with other guys my age. These games started out as the usual clumsy sexplay, but with my previous experience, the deck was usually stacked in my favor.
Exploring this new world, one boy after another, allowed me to build on the lessons Sally had taught me. Touching, kissing and nipple play became great initiators, and I became quite adept at fellatio. Many swollen cocks surrendered their loads down my throat, and a string of virginal guys whimpered and writhed with need as our bodies secretly melded in passion.
But in time, I wanted more. I'd never experienced the touch of an older male, someone mature and more experienced than me. That, too, would eventually change.
Neil came along at just the right time. He was a few years my senior -- at that age, a few years can make a great difference - and as a substitute teacher in my high school math class, presented an accessible male adult. Our personalities already meshed, as I mentioned in Part One, but that day in the field house, after a sweaty soccer match, when he stripped down with the rest of us and showered off, I had to have him. While I beat my cock mercilessly, fantasizing about bedding Neil and what I would do with his sexy body, I wracked my brain, planning an erotic rendezvous.
Then the planets aligned.
That incredible afternoon, that day after school when I hopped into his Mustang and rode to his apartment, is seared in my brain as a pivotal moment -- the day I slipped into adulthood. The day I finally had sex with a man who could be my mentor well into the foreseeable future.
But now, I'm on the lam, as they used to say in those old gangster movies. If you read Part One of this saga, you'll know Mom busted me sucking Neil's cock on another, later sunny afternoon, this time in my bedroom. For one who professed to be such a devout Christian, she went berserk, erupting in tears and screams of profanity. We both fled in fear, and I'm still not sure what the outcome will be.
I was lucky that my sister took me in, if only for a while. Sally had cleaned up her act, more or less, putting herself through college. It was during our reunion that we became lovers again. It didn't take much to rekindle our long-dormant desires. I told her all about Neil and she, of course, understood. Secrets didn't last long between us.
But we need to backtrack a bit.
At the end of Part One, I had already waded into that first incredible afternoon with Neil at his apartment that only served to enflame my desire for him even more.
And that's where we pick up where we left off.
7.
With the taste of Neil's come still in my mouth, I snuggled against his chest, nuzzling an erect nipple as he recuperated from the massive orgasm. He threw his leg over me, squeezing my naked body against his. Stretched out on the plush, green sofa, I felt his heartbeat as his breaths wafted down across my face.
"Mmmm..." he murmured, eyes closed. "That was incredible -- the best orgasm I've had in ages." Neil's fingertips caressed the small of my back. "I could get used to this."
"Me, too," I replied, more content than I'd been in a long time. "I love blowing your cock." Although I was fully erect, a condition I had become accustomed to since I met Neil, I relaxed and engaged in some pillow talk with my new mature lover. Round two would come in time, "come" being the operative word.
The conversation meandered through Neil's day-to-day activities; completing his last semester in college, trying to earn enough money between working at an accounting firm and substitute teaching, and his young, childlike girlfriend who he was instructing in the ways of pleasure.
"She's eighteen, but God, she's still such a baby," Neil said. "I had to wash my cock twice before she'd take it in her mouth, and when I came, she gagged and ran to the bathroom to spit it out." He chuckled, kissing the top of my head. "But I gotta say, watching her little-girl mouth circling my shaft like she was sucking on a lollipop made me give it up right away. She'll learn what to do, in time. Practice, practice."
"How did you come to like guys?" I asked, bringing the subject around to a topic I had to know more about. To my delight, Neil confided to me his experiences. He surmised from my blow job that I'd sucked a few cocks in the past, so he relaxed in that respect and told me his tales. Still resting against his chest, I waited for his batteries to recharge so, in time, I could be the one growling out a sticky orgasm.
8.
To my surprise, Neil said he didn't experiment with members of his own gender until he was eighteen and a senior in high school. There, a small group of curious guys loosely formed to explore the frontier of gay sex. He laughed as he told me of him and his pals congregating in private, exposing their cocks for each other's inspection, smirking, all of it being a naughty game. All of them were about to graduate and they knew they'd most likely be scattered to the wind, college, jobs, even marriages and families for some, perhaps never seeing each other again. Bold discovery was the order of the day, and some of the guys wondered how far it would go.
"One guy's dad had a Winnebago parked in a shed out back," he said. "We'd hide in there to get some privacy and compare the size of our dicks." He became the first to pull out his cock, giggling and red-faced. His would also be the first to get erect.
Then, becoming bolder, Neil and his friends would remove their shirts, then touch and hold each other. "Just the exposure and the contact of our naked skin were exiting."
He told me how one day he and another boy lay in the bed of the Winnebago, arms locked around each other tightly.
"We'd strip to the waist, then nuzzle and kiss each other's necks and shoulders, our hands caressing bare skin as we went along."
With him describing the scene from long ago, I could feel Neil's cock starting to refill, his meat again growing tumescent.
"Then we started exploring our nipples," he said. "Tugging and rubbing them against each other felt great. That made me harder than anything."
Eyes closed, I realized my lips were still touching his right nipple, and I had to fight to keep from sucking it. Neil's deep voice from above lulled my senses.
"After so much necking and rubbing, I became bolder and ended up pressing my mouth against one of my friend's nipples. He said, 'You're not going to get any milk from that'. The guy was trying to act cool. I didn't care. I sucked one nipple, then the other, and he didn't resist. He just rested his hand on the back of my head and sighed, nursing me until I was tired and his tits were raw".
Neil said that, before long, he'd acquired a solid cadre of friends to experiment with. He'd go through the rites of passage with each of them -- touching, rubbing, then sucking. Not all of them kissed, maybe half of them. For some, that was the final barrier. However, a lot of time was spent tugging and sucking each other's nipples and moaning with shame and guilt at the pleasure they took there, terrified of being caught.
"Of course, our cocks were hard and aching, and we liked to touch and rub them, too. We weren't quite ready to put them to good use." He kissed my forehead. "Many of us were still afraid of going 'total fag'."
God, I wished I'd been there. I would've stripped each and every one of them naked, massaged and made out with them, sucked their tits raw and blew them until all of their come was drained. That Winnebago would've been rocking with sex.
"This one guy had been licking my cock for a while," Neil said, "and just playing with it in general. He'd circle the tip with his mouth and tried to imitate what he watched his mother do to her boyfriend."
Neil formed a unique bond with this special friend, who was a bit bolder than the rest and didn't hesitate to go to the next level. He always looked forward to going over to his friend's place. The guy had a loft, so a parent couldn't just walk in on them without climbing up a ladder first. He would lie on the bed in the loft, squirming with arousal as the friend stretched the elastic of Neil's tighty whities and lowered the fabric, exposing his aching, fully-engorged rod.
"I looked down at him and our eyes met as the tip of my cock disappeared into his mouth. Instead of sucking, his tongue would circle my shaft."
