By the time I reach puberty, the raging hormones coursing through my body indicated I was no longer a boy. I was fast becoming a man. While most of my friends were being turned on to pussy, I knew I was different. My raging hormones were turning me on to cock. This was back in the days' cocksuckers were queer and most queers were very closeted.
I was no different than other queers, I had a burning desire to suck cock, but on the down low. I had no wish for my family or friends to know I was queer.
This should have presented quite the problem for me, but strangely it did not. Queers had a mystical sense to know when they were in the presence of other queers. They seem to gravitate to one another.
The first time I saw Billy, I knew he was queer and felt he knew I was queer. Billy was the first guy I ever sucked off. I not only sucked him off, I ate his cum. Billy, of course reciprocated. He sucked me off, and ate my cum.
The only member of my family that had a sense that I may be queer was my mother. She caught me masturbating and let out a loud gasp, when I proceeded to eat my own cum.
Shocked to her core, she slinked out of my room, but due to her gasp, I was aware she had been there. This bothered me for several days, but she never let on, and I was soon okay that she had seen me eat my own cum.
I was curious about three things. Did my mom see how big my cock was, what did she think of it, and did it excite her?
Billy and I were about to expand our homosexual activities. We were about to fuck each other. We did rock, scissors, paper to see who fucked who first. I picked rock and Billy picked scissors, so I had the honor of fucking him first.
Billy had the good sense to have some lubricant available for our first foray into anal. We did not opt for condoms.
Since we were both inexperienced, I experimented with not using lube and found out quicky that was a bad idea. Entry was difficult and painful for Billy. After using a liberal amount of lube, entry was much easier, and when my cock contacted Billy's prostate he moaned and said, "Oh that feels so good."
Soon I was fucking away pounding the tight ass of my queer buddy. Billy was yelling for me to fuck him harder. My inexperience showed itself when I quickly blew my load in the depths of Billy's bowels.
Although he was leaking cum, Billy did not orgasm, due to me cumming so fast. I learned from this experience and greatly improved my performance the next time I fucked Billy.
Although a bit disappointed with me fucking him, Billy was hard as a rock, and more than ready to fuck me. Billy's technique was far superior to mine, and his ability to edge, enabled him to give me a long wonderful fucking. My first prostate massage was better than I had hope for. I was loving it. I swear, my cock was harder than when I fucked Billy.
I was moaning and mewing as Billy grunted with each thrust. After a good long fuck, Billy unleashed a huge load of cum coating the walls of my bowels. I could not imagine anything better. I was one well fucked young man.
Over time my technique greatly improved, and Billy was rewarded with some wonderful fucking.
