[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]"You should have told me this... and I should have asked if you had any experience," I said with a sigh. "But it's water under the bridge at this point. Lie down for me..." I went back down on him, feeling him growing hard in my mouth and as I sucked on him, well, I didn't feel "better" about this situation. The last time? Wow... that dude became a serious pain in my ass, calling me several times a day, begging to let him suck my cock, telling me that he'd do anything I wanted and all that. I'd never been stalked before and that guy was stalking the shit out of me and the more I tried to deflect him, the "crazier" he got about it; it got so bad that I had to tell him that if he didn't stop bothering me, things were going to be very bad for him. I had told him that we'd meet one last time and after that was over, he'd be doing himself a favor to find someone else's dick to suck and I guess he took my warning to heart because after spending almost four hours with him, I never saw or heard from him again. Lucky him and, yes, had he kept it up? I was going to hurt him very badly. But, back to Craig. [/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]"Hurry up and get hard again!" he yelped and with a "crazy" and wild look in his eyes. "I need to suck you again!" "Well, that's gonna take a moment or two," I said, trying to calm him down. "It's taking too long!" he whined. "Can you do something?" "Well, no, but you can either go back down on me - and suck me the way I'm gonna tell you until I get hard again - or I can use my recharge time going back down on you; what do you want to do... and maybe now's a good time for you tell me the truth, hmm?" And the truth was he'd never been with a guy before... but I had figured that out already; I just wanted to hear it from him. He didn't lie or mislead me - he just didn't say anything and, to my own fault, I didn't ask him. As I continued to recover from my release, he told me how he got "really interested" in sucking dick when, as a teen, he'd been hanging out with his friends and they'd all gotten drunk and decided to have a big cock sucking session - but one he didn't participate in because of the usual fears... but he didn't haul ass; he stayed and watched his friends blowing each other until they all passed out. "I didn't join them... but I knew it was something I had to do," he said. "And I somehow knew you were the one I had to do it with." Yeah, that again - never figured out how someone just knew I was "the one" to go to... [/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I've never been one to knock someone's skill or technique but I do take notice of it and the way he was sucking me told me that he wasn't as experienced at this as he hinted at; he kept trying to take me deep, gagging, making that "I'm gonna hurl!" sound and to the point where I was about to stop him. Since he figured out that trying to eat all of my cock wasn't as easy as he thought, he stopped and since he really wasn't hurting me, I let him continue. But now I knew what my brain had been trying to figure out - he was not only a rookie cock sucker, he had a serious fixation on doing it and the last time I ran into a guy like that, well, it got kinda ugly. But more about that in a moment. Craig had found his rhythm and I was able to push my thoughts and concerns to the side long enough to explode into his mouth and, as expected, he had a bad moment trying to swallow it. As I came down from my ejaculatory high, I was going to have a conversation with him... but I didn't get a chance to because Craig kinda lost his mind. [/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]The moment I met "Craig" and it became clear why he was so interested in me, I knew I was in trouble. Not the bad kind but I had the sense I was about to get into something that "predicting" the outcome would be sketchy at best. His request was simple: "Can I suck your cock?" I subjected him to my version of the third degree - aka the "asshole test" and he passed with flying colors... but there was something about him I couldn't put my finger on and something my brain said I needed to pay attention to - just didn't know what it was or how it would manifest itself. We met up a couple of days later, went to a motel and settled in to talk at first; the pregnant pause built up strongly and quickly so we got naked, eyeballed each other, compliments and all that and all the while, my brain was telling me, "Here it comes... but I still don't know what you should be looking for!" There was that kinda awkward moment on how to proceed and me being me, I settled that by going down on him first and bypassing the obvious 69. I went to work on his rather average cock - and keep in mind that dick size isn't something I pay any attention to because it means nothing to me - and I had a lot of fun getting him to cum in my mouth and, no, the amount of spunk he delivered didn't mean anything either. As I felt him shuddering and twitching, I was debating on whether or not to let go of him or to keep sucking him when he suddenly jumped up, shoved me down, and went after my dick with a fury I couldn't have expected or anticipated. [/SIZE][/FONT]
Since all this nonsense regarding the Corona virus and with my wife being a front line healthcare provider we have been isolated for the last month, my buddy and I have been holed up at the cabin enjoying the super privacy that the circumstances dictate. The last 3 or 4 weeks all alone with my hairy friend I am finding new kinks and quirks to his body, just sitting around naked we find that we can litterly tease each others cocks all day well into the evening without cummng, and when we do cum its explosive and so intense. When I lick and tease his hairy dick he starts leaking precum which I love and he pushes me off saying not yet. Last night he was never as vocal as he was last night, Working on the cabin during the day we would stop and lick each others dicks and tease each other, and go back to work, but for some reason he was super horned up last night and after cleaning up after supper I pulled his dick out and he was wet from precum, my cock was instantly rock hard and he smiled at me telling me to prep my man pussy. As I went to the bathroom to enema he was getting undressed and after 20 minutes I walked out to see he was watching straight porn and said I hope you can handle what I have in mind, he grabbed me and swallowed my rock hard cock balls deep and worked it until I was ready to cum he collected my cum in his hand and lubed up his cock and my ass with my own cum and shoved his cock deep in my ass using my own cum as lube, what seemed like an hour but was only 10 minutes and talking dirty and slapping my ass cheeks I can't remember his cock being so hard and rough, hitting my sweet spot I was leaking cum as he worked his cock long and hard and then his whole body tightened up he screamed o fuck here it cums and holy fuck his throbbing cock dumped a huge load and as he calmed down with his cock still buried he reached around and jacked me off sending my cum shooting all over the bed. now belly down on the bed, his dick still in me it slowly softened and fell out. Want times we have had anal but last night was truly incredible. He was in rare form last night and I learned that all day teasing can lead to explosive results.
[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Okay. Brothers were doing each other; cousins seemed to be very gung-ho to get the dicks out and do something with them and, to me, this was pretty normal. Sisters were doing it to each other, getting done by brothers - again, pretty normal where and when I grew up... But they had to learn it from somewhere... didn't they? We were, indeed, learning from each other but I could still remember talking to a brother and sister who were doing each other and they both said that they just figured it out on their own. They somehow knew how to hump and I thought that it's a good chance we're born knowing how to have sex but until we actually experience it, it sits back in the cut and waits. And that was probably the thing responsible when I'd hear someone say that they didn't know what they were doing... but could do it just the same. One of life's mysteries that I don't think I'll ever find the "real" answer to... or there's maybe really a lot of answers to this. [/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]To give you an idea of how big a disconnect this was in my mind, keep in mind that I'd been showing other kids how to do it all along. By the time I was a little past being ten - and not too long after my learning how to eat pussy event with my sister - I'd started to figure it out and more so when parents - at that time - were more of a mind to tell you not to do it. So, clearly - and, duh - we were learning from each other - friends, siblings, other folks - but the thing that stuck in my mind was that even those people had a first time... someone either told them or showed them how to do it or was it possible that they just knew? Instinct? Even being able to talk to others about how they got into sex didn't really answer the question. Sure, they had sex with someone for the first time but even they had no idea how the person they had sex with knew what and how to do it. Eventually, I'd gathered a lot of stories of first time experiences, enough to settle with the thought that kids just learned how to have sex in a lot of different ways and, sometimes, they really did "just know" how to do it. Later on, I'd run into more grown up folks looking for their first experience and would be literally blown away to have a guy suck dick for the first time and it was as if he'd been doing it longer than I had. Girls, too; my girlfriend - who'd later become my wife - sucked dick for the first time with me and while I could tell it was her first time - very nervous at first - it was still like she'd known exactly how to do it. I'd asked her how she knew... and she just shrugged and said that she felt that was the way to do it. And that was the story she stuck to going forward. [/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Somewhere in one of my more recent blogs I talked about how a friend of mine taught me how to masturbate and I've also talked about how and when I lost my cherry. Everything I was learning I just took in stride more or less but it didn't cross my mind to ask or even wonder how those who showed me some stuff even knew about it, let alone knew how to do it. The girl who showed me how to fuck knew exactly what had to be done, from getting my little pecker hard enough to where it was supposed to go and, of course, how to move... but how did she know this? Later in my life, I assumed that she knew because someone had fucked her but then, via other experiences, maybe not. Back then, though, putting 2+2 together to get 4 just wasn't the way my young mind was working at the time. Discovering that sex thing, as you might imagine, was one hell of a distraction and didn't apply itself to constructive thinking. Still... A guy new to the neighborhood wanted to join our gang and I guess someone told him "the rules;" he happened to run across me and said he wanted to do what we were doing and could we go somewhere to do it and we did... and he was very good... but he said it was the first time he'd done it. How did he know? Did someone tell him? He somehow saw it? When a lot of us discovered those dirty books, well, sure - you could read about all kinds of sex and it was very descriptive so maybe someone who "never did it" before learned how to do it that way? [/SIZE][/FONT]
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