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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Once inside, he offered me a drink and I thought it was cool that we both drank the same brand of Scotch... but my heart was pounding like a jackhammer in my chest because as he fixed the drinks, he was stripping out of his clothes and I had the odd thought that, hmm, his dick had gotten much bigger since we were kids. Well, he was stripping and I could do no less so I started stripping, too, and caught him looking at me but, unlike me having thoughts about his cock, he said, "Damn, man - your dick is even bigger than it was when we were kids! I kinda hated that your dick was bigger than mine!"

It had me laughing and more so it was the same thing he'd always say. He handed me my drink and I took a good sip of it and as the Scotch burned its way down my throat he, um, had decided that he wanted something else down his throat and I almost dropped the glass when he knelt down and swallowed my dick right down to the bone; he had obviously gotten much better at sucking dick. The next thing I knew, we were on the sofa and in a 69 and it felt... weird to be sucking a dick I'd sucked so many times before but it was like it was the first time all over again.

He was thrusting into my mouth with what I'd call a sense of urgency and so much that when my dick slipped out of his mouth, he didn't try to reclaim it so I focused on what I was doing to him so I could once again taste his cum. He's moaning and groaning and mumbling about how much he missed what we used to do and other things I couldn't make any sense of - then I felt his cock tremble, then swell, and he exploded in my mouth; it was all I could do to keep up with all the spunk that was filling my mouth and I had the odd thought that his stuff still kinda tasted the same - but with a hint of Scotch.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]The third and last guy was someone I didn't run into until I was in my 40s and the last time I had actually seen him was the day I left for camp because my family moved while I was away at camp. Even though I had made trips back to the old neighborhood and knew he still lived there, we just never ran into each other until one day, about twenty years or so later, we did cross paths while I was out to lunch from my job at the local McDonald's.

As I stood in one line, I noticed this guy in the next line was looking and staring at me and I thought that he looked familiar. Now we're both staring at each other and wracking our brains when I think we both had the light bulb appear over our heads at about the same time and it was funny that we both said, "I know you!" at the same time. We both ordered our food and shared a table and played catch-up, learning that we were both married with children and all that.

"Man, we were some crazy motherfuckers back in the day, weren't we?" he said. "If there was a way for us to get into some trouble, we found it, huh?"

"We sure did," I said, laughing at the memories. "Some of the best times of my life."

"Hey, um, do you, um, do you still have sex with dudes?" he asked; the question caught me off guard a bit and I almost choked on my milkshake but after a few quick seconds of thinking, I said that I never gave it up like a lot of our former playmates did.

"We should hook up," he said. "I'm not doing anything after I get off from work, if you're interested."

To be honest, I wasn't even thinking about that but there was something about the way he said it that had me saying, "I think I can make the time..." He gave me his address and said he'd be home alone so if I wanted to come over right after work, that would be fine.

As I went back to work, I found that I was actually quite nervous but excited to revisit the days of my youth with him. As I remembered, he had always been one of the guys who'd suggest that we go somewhere and do it when we would be sitting around trying to figure out what kind of trouble we could get into - and whether it was just the two of us or there was a bunch of us hanging out. Again, if I were to grade him, he was a good cock sucker, liked to swallow, and wasn't shy about being fucked or doing some fucking himself. But that was then and this was gonna be in a couple of hours and I was wondering if things had changed with him in any of this.

I managed to put it out of my mind for the rest of my day and picked it up again as I made my way to meet him at his place. Turned out that I got there literally a minute before he did and as we got out of our cars, we were grinning at each other and just like we used to do when we'd go off somewhere to have sex.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]The second guy was one of the two white guys in our gang and they were brothers. He and I never went off on our own to have sex but whenever I spent the night with his older brother - and we'd get all into it - he was more than eager to join in with us. If I had to grade him, "Joey" was a fair to middling cock sucker but being a bit of a chubby kid, he never wanted to fuck but loved to be fucked; it was like there was some unspoken rule that said if you're the "fat kid," you're the one who got fucked and I'm sure that because he had four brothers who were all older than he was, he spent a lot of time being fucked by them - and I knew all five of them were fucking each other and their only sister.

I had gone to a junk yard looking for a part for my car and, wow, there he was! I hadn't seen him for a lot of years and while I recognized him right away, I wasn't sure if he remembered me but he did. While locating the part I needed and going into the yard to pull it, we played catch-up and I was glad to hear that his family was alive and well. We were having one hell of a time getting the part off of a wrecked version of my car and as we tussled with it, he suddenly said, "Hey, do you remember when you used to fuck me?"

"Of course I do," I said. "Those were some good times, huh?"

"Yeah, they sure were," he said. "I was thinking that, um, let's say I wouldn't object to you fucking me when it's time to pay for the part."

I kinda gave him a funny look which had him explaining that once he had recognized me, whatever part I needed, he was just gonna give it to me for free - and the light went on over my head and I said, "Oh, okay - that's just you letting me know that you want me to fuck you!"

He smiled and nodded and right there in the yard, he got my dick out and sucked me until I was hard and as he lay face down on the hood of another car, I pounded my dick into his ass (which was clean, by the way) until I came inside him. And to show my further appreciation, once I pulled out of him, I took my time blowing him, something I used to do to him back in the day even though he was never sure if he enjoyed being sucked but went with it anyway. This time it did my heart some good to gulp down his boner and suck it until he exploded into my mouth. We got our shit together and I left with the part... and I never saw him again even though I had other times when I went to that yard for other parts.

I wonder what happened to him?[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Of all the guys I had sex with growing up I've only had sex with three of them as an adult. At the height of our youthful debauchery, there were as many as twenty of us who spent every spare moment we had fucking and sucking each other in the rather short time period between my first experience with dick to when our family moved to the other side of town - about three years, give or take a day. Even after I moved, I'd often return to the old neighborhood since the majority of my friends lived there and, yeah, the dick would be plentiful and available but eventually I'd get away from "going back home" and even in the "rare" chance I did, many of the guys I'd moved away from had also moved.

One of the guys was the only gay guy in our "gang" and we didn't run into each other again until I was married with children, just about to graduate from college, and working my ass off and then the only reason why I ran into him was that it was a couple of months after moving to a new place - and not far from where I grew up - and found out that he lived across the street from me! We were happy to see each other and I even went with him to his favorite gay bar which was quite the experience and after we got back from our night out, we renewed that aspect of our friendship and it was all like we had never had all of those years separating us.

I remember how anxious or nervous he was as we got out of my car and he said, "I know you remember how we used to be, right?" - and that told me that he wasn't ready to call it a night so instead of going into my place, we crossed the street to his place and spent a couple of hours sucking each other and me fucking him... and his ass felt even better than it did when we were kids. I had wondered if this was going to be a more... permanent kind of thing but we both agreed that it was good to have sex for old time's sake and we never did it again.[/SIZE][/FONT]

In 1976 I met a girl, we worked at Micky D's. I was 18 she was 16. She asked me to bring her to the mall so she could pick up something she ordered. On the way home she wanted to go parking so we did in a very wooded area. We had a heavy make-out hugging kissing. She seen I wasn't trying anything and wondered why. I was still a virgin with girls. She had to grab my hand and put it on her tit. Then she asked if I every did it. I said no she started laughing I felt so embarrassed. She seen it said it's ok I'll show u how do u have rubbers i said no she said thats not good don't want to to cum in me. She then undid my pants and gave me a blow job. My first from a female. After I shot my load down her throat she pulled one leg out of her pants grabbed the back of my head said eat me till I come. My first taste of pussy. She told me what to do and had her first orgasm. She then had me mount her said if u have to cum pull out but could and still never could cum the second time but back then could get hard again right after I shot a load. (of course not now at my age once thats it). She had many orgasms. After that we dated for about 5 years and it was wild lustful and exciting sex.

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Still, I liked it when a guy would stick it in me, fuck me, and shoot his cum in me. I still wasn't sure whether or not I liked that more than being the one sticking it in but it really didn't matter a whole lot as long as we were sticking it in each other and fucking until we'd shoot cum - what an interesting word I had learned! - and if we could do it again, it just made sense to.

But as much as I liked it, I still liked - no, loved - sucking a dick until the guy came more than anything else. I'll probably write about that another time so stay tuned![/SIZE][/FONT]

[SIZE=3][FONT=verdana]I liked feeling it going in; I liked the way I could feel it stretching my hole open and it would hurt - and sometimes a whole lot so I also didn't like that part so much; sometimes a guy would shove it me so fast it would either almost make me throw up... and sometimes I did throw up. Sometimes a guy would take too much time sticking it in and that would be so uncomfortable I would be about to tell him to stop - then feel the head of his dick slip past those muscles and followed by the rest of his dick and now it was getting past the discomfort so I could enjoy him being inside me and waiting for the part I really liked:[/FONT]

[FONT=verdana]Him shooting jizz in me. Even when I wasn't having fun before that happened, feeling his dick "upchucking" in my butt always made it feel better; I even found that I liked that part more when a guy would stop fucking me and just let it shoot in because when he didn't move, I could feel that pumping action that was so nice and so nasty at the same time. When it was a grown up shooting it in? Holy crap! Comparatively speaking, they'd shoot so much of it that, sometimes, it would start coming out of my ass while they were still pumping it in! And sometimes I'd lie underneath them and find myself wondering if they were ever going to stop shooting it in.

Yeah... there was always that mess to deal with afterward; feeling it oozing out of my butt and running down my leg or, "worst" it would somehow just stay between my butt cheeks and making them feel all squishy and sticky... but I learned to not let that bother me. Sometimes a guy would stick it in me and shoot his stuff really fast... and I used to get so mad it wasn't funny and I had to learn to not get mad about that. Sometimes, a guy would just take way too long to shoot and I learned to either tell him to hurry up and shoot... or just stop and take it out and if they didn't, yeah - there was gonna be a fight jumping off.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I did very much like being the one to stick it in, too, and if the guy didn't want me to stick it in, well, that was fun, too. I liked the way they'd moan and even kinda like the way they acted when I was sticking it in them, making faces, squirming under me and all that and I learned to tell them to relax and it'll go in easier. It wasn't really the same as sticking it in a girl's pussy but it sure felt good and I'd fuck them, getting all lost in the nasty but good feelings knowing my dick was in his ass and I could feel the pressure building up until I shot my jizz in him...

But I wasn't quite sure which thing I really liked the most: Sticking it in a guy's hiney... or a guy sticking it in mine. Good and bad things about them both and I guess I kinda stopped trying to figure out which one I liked the most. There were times when a guy would say he wasn't going to stick it in me... and I'd be upset about it and while we'd spend our time sucking each other's dick until we couldn't get hard again, it always felt like something was missing. Even "worse" were those guys who wouldn't stick in me... but they wanted me to stick it in them. I would, of course, but I'd be thinking about how unfair it was that he didn't want to stick it in me, too, and it took me a long time to not get all upset about that.

The only guy I didn't have a "problem" with him not sticking it in me and doing it to me was the only gay guy in our group and I honestly don't know why it didn't bother me that he never wanted to fuck me. He was amazing at sucking my dick and he didn't mind one bit having his dick sucked but I came to understand that he liked "being the girl" and being fucked and I guess that just made sense to me. All it really meant was that after I did it to him, I could just go find one of the other guys and asked them, "Do you wanna do it to me?" and soon after, I'd get to feel that pleasure and pain of his dick going in my ass that I wanted and needed to feel; I hear myself telling him to do it to me over and over before telling him to shoot his jizz in me then feeling heavenly when he did. Sometimes, after a guy shot his jizz in, he'd stay in there until he got hard again and that would be so nice... and sometimes not so much and especially if he made my asshole sore or I got tired of feeling his weight on me... but I learned to deal with it.

I didn't care if it was nasty and in every way that meant. Stick it in me and fuck me until you shoot your cream inside me. It would make me feel so... girly and more so when I understood that him shooting his stuff in me was the same as me shooting my stuff into a girl's pussy... and it took me a while to get used to feeling like that because sometimes, eh, it didn't make me feel all that good; I was too smart for my own good because I knew what it meant when a guy shot jizz in me and like I was a girl and I remember almost throwing up one time when it hit me that he was really trying to get me pregnant. Impossible, of course, but it was a very ugly and nasty feeling just the same.

I'd sometimes feel "bad" about myself because any guy who wanted to stick it in me could do just that; we'd often gossip about what girls were really easy to do it to and I was just like those girls and as I've said here a few times, all a guy had to do was pull his dick out and I'd be all too eager to suck it and if he wanted to stick it in my ass, by all mean - hurry up and stick it in and shoot the cream in there! Any guy. Damned near anywhere and any time and even if I really didn't feel like having it stuck in me.

I think the worst part of all of this was not being able to explain to anyone - including myself - why I liked having a dick stuck in me and being fucked; I just knew I liked it and couldn't get enough of it, well, until that one time nine of my friends took turns fucking me and I understood that there was only so much of being fucked I could physically deal with; my poor asshole was sore for almost a week after that day.[/SIZE][/FONT]