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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Totally, guileless, I said that I had and even asked him if he was asking me if we could do it - and he said he was doing just that and that he wanted to make it up to me for knocking me down. He said that we could go someplace and suck on each other's dick - was I shooting sperm? I was? Great! He was, too, and we both were grinning at each other. Where could we go that close by? It just so happened that I knew of a place just a couple of blocks away!

And off we went and as we went there, I hadn't realized or even knew or expected that he was just telling me what I wanted to hear. We got to the place, stripped down and, again, I didn't know he was filling my head with bullshit talking about how nice I looked naked and all that; after just kinda standing there looking at each other he finally said, "Let me do it to you..."

What happened next would turn out to be the worst decision I'd ever made (at that point). First he shoved me to my knees and roughly said, "Suck my dick!" then grabbed my head and "forced" me to take his dick into my mouth - then started fucking into my mouth hard, slamming his pubic bone into my face and making my nose bleed a little. In my after the fact thoughts, I should have stopped and took him to task for being so rough - but I didn't. I think he got pissed off because he couldn't shove his dick all the way in my mouth and make me gag; he was my age and, to be honest, my dick was bigger than his and I'd sucked dicks way bigger than his without gagging so it wasn't like that was gonna happen. But the more he got mad about that, the harder he fucked my mouth.

And, again in my after the fact thoughts, I understood why girls would go from being eager to do it - then stop being eager - and would just let it happen and praying that it gets over with quickly. That's where I was; I wanted him to shoot into my mouth and be finished. But he didn't or, I thought later, he couldn't; what I know was he was very unhappy with me, calling me all kinds of names and I wanted to jump up and punch him in the face... but I didn't. I didn't even know why I didn't and I was so confused over why I couldn't even when he shoved me hard enough to make me fall onto my back.

He roughly turned me over, roughly spread my butt cheeks apart, and even more roughly rammed his dick in my ass; I thought, again, later, that he got mad because I didn't yell or scream as he forced his dry dick in my ass but, then again, I'd had much bigger dicks stuck in my ass and sometimes without much in the way of anything to make the passage easier.

Once he got it in me, he kept calling me a faggot and a sissy, was fucking me harder than I'd been fucked before and I'd never felt such... shame before. Every part of me wanted to buck him off of me and fight him but all I could do was lie there and be fucked until he eventually shot his stuff into me.
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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]It was awful. I felt horribly dirty, nauseated, and unpleasantly sore. I also felt like a fool because I believed everything the guy said to me, only to learn that I got fed a load of bullshit. My naiveity had been exposed and as I left the "scene of the crime," I was doing my best not to let my feelings make me cry while, only then, thinking about all the things I could have done - and should have done - to be so callously used.

As I slowly walked, I was also hit hard with the understanding of why some girls behaved the way they did when you'd ask them if they wanted to do it, understood why they'd get a fearful look on their face or, sometimes, why they'd cuss you out for having the audacity to ask them such a question.

For two years, I'd been happily exploring this sex thing, reveling in the new knowledge that you could do it with both boys and girls and it was good, scary, "nasty" in a very good way to, say, lie down on top of a boy and stick your prick in his hiney-hole and hump him until you shot your stuff - then trade places with him. Or we could take out our dicks and suck on them until stuff got shot into your mouth, all warm and salty/sweet - and then, a few minutes later, do it again. And it was much more fun having to sneak around to do this, reveling in the fear of getting caught.

One day, while roaming around the city - and as far as I was allowed to - I ran into a guy and I mean literally ran into him or, really, he ran into me; I don't even remember why he was moving so fast but I do remember both of us hitting the ground. We got up, apologized, checked ourselves for injuries, apologized some more but instead of going on about our business, we got to talking and during the conversation, he asked the magic question.

"Have you ever done it with a boy?"
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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I kept sucking him, slowly and gently while keeping as much of my weight on him as I could. I looked up at him and he looked... panicked and the beast inside me cackled insanely. It wasn't often that I'd "double suck" a guy but after the way he had worked my dick? Oh, he earned this and I hoped it was making him just as insane as he had made me.

After only God knows how long - my internal clock had shut down again - I could feel him getting hard in my mouth and I kept at him with deadly intent. At some point, my hand had touched the tube of stuff he had used on me and the beast decided it would be good thing to put some on a finger and put it in his ass - so that's what I did. The beast howled in delight as Barry tried to get away from my invading finger, saying, "No, not that..." over and over even as I seated my middle finger into his ass up to my last knuckle... and I have long fingers. I did to him what he'd done to me - just kept my finger there, unmoving while the beast feasted on his renewed cock.

I didn't care if he was enjoying it or not; my beast was feeding again and that's all I cared about as I sucked him, made him cry out and, yeah, beg for mercy... and letting him know that he would get no mercy from me until he came in my mouth again. I didn't know - or gave a flying fuck - how long it took before I felt his cock swell in my mouth and that first - or, really second - spurt of cum splashed into my mouth. The beast within me roared and I fed it; for a quick moment, I felt like a vampire, sucking the life out of him and if I could have laughed at that thought, I would have... but I was too busy siphoning off whatever spunk Barry had to give.

I released him and removed my finger from his ass... and he immediately scrambled away from me to the other side of the bed... and I did laugh at him.

"How'd I do?" I asked him... and debating on whether or not I was going to fuck him now that my dick was revived enough to do just that. I think he saw the look on my face, saw what I was thinking about and literally rolled off the bed and hitting the floor with a thud that had me concerned.

"You're crazy," he said from somewhere on the floor.

"Yeah, I am," I said. "Did you really think you could do that to me and get away with it?"

"Believe it or not, I did," he said as he tried to get up. "That's not the way I wanted this to go at all! Are you gonna fuck me?"

"No... not today," I said - and I meant that; the beast inside me, well, it wasn't happy about that but I was back in control now. "But, you know, if you want me to fuck you now...?"

"No, that's okay - we can do that some other time," he said. My beast, now back in its cage, let out another crazy laugh as Barry stumbled to the bathroom, my eyes fixed on his backside and envisioning my dick being buried in it.

I'd never been sucked off like that before in my life... and Barry, the next day, confirmed that he'd never had anyone suck him off "back to back" like that. I did get around to fucking him and it was as nice as I thought it would be and more so using that numbing lube he had.

But not as nice as it was when he worked my dick over with his mouth.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]He finally released me and removed his finger from my ass; I felt like I'd been stoned out of my mind and was just starting to come down; I felt drunk, weak, drained and empty. My eyesight had returned and I could just make out Barry sitting on his haunches and looking at me.

"How'd I do?" he asked and all I could do was blink and, I think, smile at him; seems like I'd forgotten how to speak. My mouth was dry and like he had sucked all of the saliva out when he sucked all of the cum out of me. I'm sure I nodded at him because he smiled at me.

"Damn," I said was finally able to say. "That was... beyond amazing..."

"Yeah, you were," he said.

"Can I suck your dick?" I head myself ask. "We never talked about that, did we?"

"We didn't but if you want to, I don't mind at all," he said.

I pounced on him like a starving animal and that's not an exaggeration on my part. I didn't even bother to explore him as he'd done me; nope, I fell on his dick and swallowed him whole, gave myself over to the hungry beast inside me that, somehow, Barry had "put to sleep" while he worked me over. But it was awake and starving to taste his cum. It wasn't long before he was fucking into my mouth, squirming so much on the bed that I had to hold him down to keep him from escaping; I think the "ferocity" of my attack on him took him by surprise because he kept cussing and saying, "No, no, I can't..." and that ravening beast in my head was saying, "Oh, yes, you will..."

He came for me and filled my mouth with cum... and a lot of it. I'd felt it the moment his body "gave up" resisting as I imposed my will and hunger onto him; the beast inside me was roaring insanely to feel his dick pumping in my mouth, his spunk coating my tongue for a tasty moment before swallowing it as he moaned and writhed on the bed. He had no more to give... and that made me angry for some reason so instead of releasing him, I kept sucking on him - avoiding his cock knob.

"What... what are you doing?" he managed to say. He reached down with both hands to remove me from his dick - and I slapped the shit out of his hands and gave him a look that said to him, "Behave yourself or else."[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]His finger in my ass was driving me deeper into insanity; I wanted him to take it out, mount me, and slide his dick into me and I felt myself grinding against the finger in my ass, hoping he'd take the hint... but he didn't or wasn't going to. He just kept working my dick, causing me to have orgasm after orgasm and some so powerful that I just knew I had came in his mouth a few times while knowing that I hadn't.

Yet.

And something else happened that had never happened to me before: I totally lost track of time. I've always had this... clock in my head, my internal time sense that could tell me within a minute or so how much time I've spent doing something... and the way Barry was sucking me, combined with that unmoving finger in my ass, shut my time sense down. Even though I was watching what he was doing, I had no idea how long he'd been at me, couldn't seem to remember how long his finger had been in my ass.

Whatever he had used to numb me was starting to wear off and I went from a confused, dazed kind of state to being right on the edge of cumming and the feeling took my breath away. I tried to give him the warning - and out of habit - and I couldn't say anything; Barry must have known I was close because he looked up at me, swallowed me whole, and pushed his finger into me a little deeper until I felt the tip of his finger against my prostate.

Then the world went away. I remember saying, "Oh, shit..." and not much more after that. The only thing I was aware of was my dick pulsing fiercely in his mouth, so strongly that it was a bit painful and the whole time, Barry had his nose buried in my pubes, his mouth gently sucking the cum out of me. I felt... paralyzed; my body wanted to fuck into his mouth as he drained me but I couldn't move and, to be honest, I might have stopped breathing for a moment. Instead of the "fireworks" going off inside my head, my mind was strangely blank and, again, my only awareness was the way my dick was pulsing trapped within his mouth.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]"You taste good," he said, looking up at me from where he had been exploring my navel in a way I'd never experienced before; he licked it, sucked it, jeez, it was so exciting that the part of my mind that always pays attention to things made a note to try that on my women the next time we made love.

I wanted his mouth on me, couldn't wait to feel him take me in... and he was still in no hurry to do that but he wasn't rushing, either. He fondled my balls, teased my butt hole with a finger without pushing it into me - and I wouldn't have objected if he had done that. Fuck me... I wanted him and badly and I would have taken him had he not kept slapping my hands every time I tried to get ahold of him.

"Be back in a second," he said. He got up and went to a dresser drawer to get a tube of... something; I watched him walk over there, took in the enticing view of his butt and found myself wanting to slide my dick into him. He returned, squeezed the contents of the tube into his hand and said, "This will make it feel really good, okay?"

I watched him apply whatever that stuff was to me and I'm surprised I didn't lose it right then and there. Whatever was in the tube, it had a topical anesthetic in is - probably benzocaine, from the way my skin tingled for a moment and I could barely feel his hand on me.

"There... now I'm gonna work that dick," he said... to me or to himself. I didn't know and I was beyond caring at this point. He made himself comfortable between my splayed legs and slipped a finger that had the stuff still on it into me and I gasped, feeling my body automatically relax to admit him; he smiled at me and lowered his head to my dick.

And proceeded to give me a sucking I will never, ever forget. I was numb... but I could feel the heat of his mouth, the way his tongue explored my dick and his finger was deep into me and unmoving and it was making me insane to watch him sucking my dick and with a focus I hadn't experienced since my time with Rob. Not really taking his own sweet time but not really rushing; there was urgency in him and not so much. He'd take me deep and hold me there, his tongue fluttering all over me and - shit - I wanted his dick in my mouth so bad it wasn't funny; every time I tried to move to do just that, he just put a hand on my chest, gave me a look, and kept on sucking my dick.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Once he was naked, well, what I saw wasn't anything that I didn't expect. Smooth and hairless except for his armpits and crotch, Barry was trim, fit, and had what I'd call a nicely sized cock; he had turned around and gave me a view of his backside and I thought that, yep, he had a nice ass.

"Do you need to shower?" he asked.

"No - I showered before I left home," I answered. "But if you want to shower, okay - I'll get in with you if that's what you want." And I couldn't believe I had said that. He smiled and said, "This way..."

We got into the shower and I'm thinking this is where things are gonna get started... and they didn't. Well, not how you might think. The only time we touched each other was when we washed each other's back which got us both very erect and as I took in the sight of his erection, I could feel myself blushing to realize that my mind was automatically plotting out how to suck his rather magnificent boner while also remembering that at no time had we even brought up the subject of me sucking his dick.

We exited the shower and dried off; Barry reached over and grabbed me by the dick and led me back to the bedroom and I thought, "Okay... here we go!" as he indicated for me to lie down on the bed.

"Now I'm gonna work that dick," he said and there was something about the way he said it that sent a chill through me - and it wasn't unpleasant. "Just lie back and enjoy it, okay?"

I nodded... and, holy shit! I hadn't had a man pay that much attention to my body since my relationship with Rob so many years ago. He planted a light kiss on my lips and even though I wasn't a fan of kissing me, I felt myself wanting him to really kiss me. He explored my body, not taking "too much time" but also not rushing through his exploration. He licked, sucked, kissed, and felt every part of me... and it was driving me insane. Every time I reached out to touch him, he lightly smacked my hands and said, "Behave yourself!" Gods... he had me so turned on that it was everything I could do to not pounce on him and like every fiber of my being was demanding I do.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]The next day and as we met for coffee in the cafeteria, I waited until Barry started his spiel about "working that dick" and even let him finish restating his case before I simply said, "Where and when?" You would have thought that he'd just won the lottery! He took a moment to calm himself - he was almost literally bouncing in his seat - and said, "Tonight, my place, and I guarantee you that you will not regret this!" He said that he'd email me his address once he got back to his office... and I spent the rest of my day wondering if I had just screwed the pooch. I even considered begging off but, damn it, I'd given my word on this and barring a real emergency situation, I saw no reason not to keep my word.

I arrived at his place on time and during my drive, I was a mess. I was excited and a lot more nervous than normal while still having this nagging feeling that this was going to turn out in a way I wasn't going to like at all. As I got out of my car, I'd resolved myself to get this over with and chiding myself for, as my second "wife" said, being a little bitch about this. I had figured out that Barry's somewhat effeminate ways was what really bothered me, a flaw in my character that also bothered the shit out of me and one I'd yet to fully get rid of.

But I'm in the moment of truth and girded my loins to knock on the door just the same. When he answered the door, wow - his face lit up like the proverbial Christmas tree and I'll admit that I was so nervous that you'd think it was the first time for me. After exchanging niceties, he said, "Let's get right to it - follow me!"

I followed him to his bedroom and started to undress - but he stopped me, saying, "Let me do that for you." Now, I've been undressed by people before... but it didn't "bother" me as much as standing there and letting Barry strip me naked and I still don't know why it bothered me so much. He undressed me, stepped back and took a long look at me and all he said was, "Yes, I thought so..." then started undressing himself (and refusing my offer to disrobe him).[/SIZE][/FONT]