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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Some guys could suck dick for the first time... and I wondered if they had been lying about that because they were very, very good at it. Some guys, well, it was pretty obvious they never did it before but I also noted that it didn't take them very long to get into it. One of the questions I got asked after a guy sucked my dick for his first time was, "Did I do it right?" And, yeah, even if I thought they didn't, I would say that they did because I was able to understand that sucking a guy's dick wasn't as easy as it looked or as may have been thought to be.

And a lot of guys, apparently, wanted to know what it was like and even if girls were blowing them. There were - and still are - a lot of guys who think that having a guy sucking your dick is different. There were guys who you couldn't pay to lick a girl's pussy... but they'd suck a dick in a flat, skinny second. And I still couldn't figure out why this was such an important first time thing for guys.

Over the years, I learned about oral fixation and how we're all born with the instinct to suck - on a nipple - in order to be fed and after a while, it didn't take long for me to figure out how this natural instinct played into the pleasure of sucking a dick and even sucking on a girl's pussy. Of course, I learned a lot about sucking dick... but I [B]still[/B] didn't know why so many guys wanted to experience this for their first time other than being very afraid of being fucked... because, as everyone "knew," that really hurt a lot.

So maybe it was the "lesser of two evils?" After a while, I stopped trying to figure it out but it never escaped my attention that in the majority of times, when a guy wanted to experience sex with another guy for the first time, cock sucking was the thing they wanted to experience. I had learned that a lot of those guys were highly curious - what it is like? How does it feel? Swallowing? Eh, either a guy did it or he spit it out - that acquired taste thing we've all heard about. Some guys would "accidently" swallow and, yep, some guys would throw it back up (and usually all over me) but, hmm, it wasn't that bad but some guys would taste sperm, find it not to their liking and when I was gonna cum - and I would warn them - they'd just stop sucking and use their hand to make me shoot and some would go right back to sucking me after I'd stop cumming.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Some girls were cock sucking fiends... and many weren't and I had thought that this had something to do with why so many first time guys wanted it done... but that wasn't always the case. I also found it funny that when one guy would be mad at another guy, he'd say, "Aw, man - suck my dick!" and like it was a bad thing which, of course, everyone "knew" that it was a bad thing. But I also learned that a guy would say that particular thing... because he really did want you to suck his dick and/or wanted to be able to suck yours.

I learned early on that sucking dick was easier than trying to get it in somebody's butt. It usually didn't take long to either make a guy get that good feeling or get him to shoot sperm into your mouth; cock sucking could happen pretty much anywhere you could be out of sight, could be done in a group setting and it was such a fun thing to do and more so if your butt was dirty and stuff like that.

But I still hadn't figured out why so many guys wanted to experience cock sucking as the first thing they wanted to do. I knew that some guys wanted to check it out because girls were seriously weird about doing it and a lot of them wouldn't do it because, um, they usually wound up with a mouthful of spunk - and when the guy promised that he wouldn't do that - so it made sense that girls would be very leery about it... but guys? Not so much. Sure, that first time, they'd be scared shitless but once they either started to get sucked or started sucking, they stopped being scared and took to it like ducks to water... most of the time.

Some guys didn't like it but they were a minority and as I said, I'd been sucking dicks for six years before I ran into a guy who wasn't interested in that for his first time with a guy - and I thought that was pretty strange. I came to understand that some guys thought that sucking dicks was only something that girls - and faggots - did but they didn't seem to think fucking a guy in the ass - or being fucked - was a bad thing to do. I mean, some did but those guys who didn't - or couldn't - fuck/be fucked usually were very game to get into some cock sucking.

And then there was something else I couldn't figure out...[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]In my experiences, the first boy/boy thing a guy learns is usually sucking dick and/or being sucked. I've paid attention to a lot of first times as related by other men and it was clear to me that while some guys experience fucking/being fucked, hands down - the first thing learned is cock sucking. I used to think it was just a coincidence, that it was "strange" that other guys wanted to do the same thing I had learned but over the intervening years that more guys were interested in cock sucking than fucking although a lot of those same guys either expressed an interest in this, revealed it was their first experience, or were understandably leery about it.

And I wondered why cock sucking was the "most preferred" thing - I mean, other than the obvious. When it came to my second experience, that was the first thing I wanted to do so when my friend said something about doing the nasty to each other, I blurted out that I wanted to suck his dick. He agreed and it was even more amazing than the first dick I had in my mouth - minus the spunk - and way easier. He was giggling and moving around all over the place and I had to hold him still to suck him and when he had "had enough," I sat back feeling insufferably pleased with myself.

Then he said, "I don't know if I can do that to you but I'm gonna try." He went through a long moment of gagging and making that "I'm gonna throw up" sound but he got his mouth around my dick, let his tongue play over it for a few seconds and then really went to it and making me have that "good feeling" quite a few times.

When the other guys "joined the party" it was to suck and be sucked. Somewhere along the line, fucking just seemed to be the next thing to do; some guys really liked it, some guys didn't... but every last one of us loved to suck dick and be sucked. I was the first among us to start shooting sperm and the first time I got sucked off was by a guy - he was very surprised to get a mouthful of "baby making stuff" and, yep - he threw up - but I guess he shook it off because he turned right around and sucked me off again.

It was fucking glorious. Over the next couple of months, other guys were shooting sperm now and the cock sucking was like an out of control wildfire and, again, while we were also fucking and creaming each other's butts, the number one thing to do was to suck dick.

It wouldn't be until I was fifteen or so before I ran into a guy who didn't want to suck or be sucked - he wanted to fuck and be fucked. But as I found myself giving other guys their first time, yeah - sucking dick was pretty much the main thing they wanted to experience.

But I still wanted to know why.[/SIZE][/FONT]

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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]He lived with us for the better part of a year... and the sex between us continued unabated; there was no moment where the thrill had worn off for either of us. Whether we were going down on each other or me spending time with my cock buried deeply in his ass, the sex we had was still as exciting and fulfilling as it was the first time we had sex. It was amazing. Mystifying. Unlike anything I'd ever experience - or would ever experience again.

I remain forever impressed and totally baffled over the fact that I could get my dick into him without any lubrication - and it would be decades later before something similar would happen with another guy. I didn't understand it then and I'm not sure I understand it now. He did tell me, when I mentioned it to him one day, that, sure - he'd been fucked many, many times and he just chalked this amazing thing up to his body being the way it was. Still, that he could easily take my fat, eight-inch cock into his body without a drop of lube just fucking impressed the shit out of me. He enjoyed me fucking him more than most women I've ever fucked - and I've fucked a lot of women and, to be honest? I know a lot of those women could learn something from him about being fucked because he was so undemanding about it. No need to impress him or to prove that I could make him feel deliciously good. Even on my "bad" days, he never once complained about the quantity or quality of the sex we had and on those occasions when I just couldn't bust a nut to save my life, he never complained about it.

"It happens - but you know that," he had said. "The important thing is that you still pleased me and made me happy."

It killed me when he had to leave and I've yet to come across another man who can evoke such deep emotions in me. He was truly one of a kind and there's a very empty place in my heart for him - but I can still feel the love I have for him.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[SIZE=3][FONT=verdana]I loved him, loved having sex with him; I had to get used to him pouncing on me at any given moment and sucking my dick and just because he was so in love with me. I've written that getting him to fuck me was like pulling teeth without anesthetic; he made it clear that in this relationship, he was the girl and I wasn't feeling that because when you're in love, it's supposed to be shared and, in this, I wanted and needed him to fuck me... because I loved him. Truth be told, I kinda hated myself because I imposed my will upon him and made him fuck me even after he said that he understood why I felt the way I did. He insisted that he was inept at it... but every time he slid his beautiful cock into me, yeah, well, he wasn't as inept as he implied.

He just didn't like fucking me and I eventually realized the mistake I had made with him and told him that if he really didn't want to fuck me, he didn't have to. Oh, he'd have a moment here and there where he did want to fuck me and he'd fuck me with all the love and tenderness he could bring to bear but we settled into the routine that he'd be the one to be fucked because it was what made him the happiest.

Sometimes, being in love means making sacrifices even when it's another guy you're so madly in love with.

He was riding me one night and, out of the blue, said, "It's a shame I can't have your babies; they'd be beyond beautiful." It was an odd sentiment but one that, strangely, I understood - yeah, love can be like that, too.

As I wrote, he experienced sex with a woman for the first time in his life and I think it shocked him that he really did enjoy the gift my wife had given him (and with our joint permission, of course). He said, "Now I understand why you love her so much and, wow, she's pretty good at sucking cock, huh?"

She had told me that despite his protests, he wasn't a slouch at eating pussy and she did like the way his dick felt inside her. And while that didn't exactly bring the three of us closer together, it made him and I a hell of a lot closer and in ways I still can't explain to this very day and I think it was due to him learning things I'd always taken for granted as well as learning something new about himself as well.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]"Yeah, I did notice that," I said, still fucking into him like I had all the time in the world. "Your dick is perfect, from the way it looks to the way it feels in my mouth."

"Is it big enough?" he asked.

"I stopped caring about such things a long time ago," I said, smiling down at him - and still thrusting into him.

"You've got a big dick - but I'm sure you knew that," he said.

"Some guys make me look small," I said with a shrug.

"Well, you're bigger than any other guy I've been with," he said - and I knew he wasn't just saying it; he was being truthful. "God... you're making it hurt so good!"

I stopped fucking him and asked him if I was really hurting him - because for the first time in my life, I didn't want my dick in a male ass to cause any undue pain.

"No, silly - you're not really hurting me... but there's no question about whether you're in me or not," he said and planting a kiss on my nose. "I want to stay like this forever."

"I know," I said but kept fucking him until I finally came. It was intense... but not really; it was... comfortable and like how you can have sex with the same person over a long period of time comfortable. It feels wonderful, lights up your soul and all that but with none of that... posturing? I can't think of a word to describe how perfectly normal it felt to fuck him even though - and I guess technically - it was just the second time I came inside him.

That's what love can do; it's so different when it's just not about lust or having that edgy need to bust a nut; it's not about having to prove yourself to each other in any way and, importantly, it wasn't a matter of the sex being good, bad, or indifferent because when you're in love, the only thing that really matters is being able to make love to, with, and for each other.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I'm watching myself fuck him... and he's watching me fuck him... and one of us moaned in a way that sent chills through me - and I'm not totally sure that I wasn't the one who moaned. I fell once more into his embrace, fucking my dick into him and kissing him deeply until we both felt my cock swell inside him - and I came. Oh, god... did I ever cum! It felt like I was pumping gallons of spunk into his ass and that I wasn't going to stop pumping it into him. We clung to each other, my cock fully buried in his ass, neither of us moving and just being in that moment... and it was so unlike any other time I'd spent myself in another guy's ass... because I loved him so much.

I started to withdraw but he said, "No... stay inside me - don't take it out yet."

Well, I wasn't sure how I was gonna manage that since I was softening already and expecting his body to evict me on its own but, somehow, he was able to keep me inside him - and, frankly, I was pretty damned impressed. So we laid there, still joined together, verbally confessing our love to and for each other, kissing with a tenderness I'd never known with any other guy... and I'll be damned if I didn't feel my cock starting to get hard inside him again. I started moving against him and he smiled and that smile said so many things to me and, amazingly to me, I was quickly hard enough to fuck him without falling out of him.

"I didn't know you had this in you," he said, letting his quirky sense of humor out a little.

"Neither did I," I said. "But I do have it in you, it seems."

"Oh, yes, indeed, you most certainly do," he quipped.

To me, it seemed to take forever to fuck him again. It was slow, tender, not really what I'd call urgent and I'd even go as far to say that we were both very much into the moment... but detached from it since, um, we were actually having a conversation that began with him saying, "Your cock fits perfectly inside me; in my mouth and my ass - isn't that weird?"[/SIZE][/FONT]