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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]From the instant the man's cock knob slid across my parted lips and landed on my tongue, I was hooked on having a cock in my mouth and the hook got sunk in deeper when he coated my tongue - and filled my mouth with so much sperm that I had a split second to decide whether to spit it out or swallow it and I reflexively swallowed as much of it as I could.

What a fucking rush. What a pleasant assault on my senses, from the dusky mustiness wafting from his crotch to the taste and feel of the sponginess of his knob on my tongue to being able to see the rest of his prick and the river of veins along his shaft and even having my hand on it and feeling how hard - but how very soft - it was.

And I knew, without any doubts, that I'd want to do it again. With my friends, it was a rush of cock sucking; I'd been introduced to it and when a friend and I sucked on each other just two days after that event, I knew I couldn't get enough of it even though and at least for a while, the only thing missing was that no sperm was involved but that didn't take away from the highly exciting thrill of sucking on a guy's prick and how it made both of us feel really good and it was just as good to have a guy sucking on mine and feeling that good feeling racing through me.

I was the first of us to shoot sperm and just like the rush of cock sucking (and fucking), it was as if once I started to shoot, my friends weren't that far behind and that made sucking each other even more fun now that the thing that was missing was no longer missing. Thick and gooey; either warm and salty/sweet or hot and salty/sweet; sometimes a little, sometimes a whole lot and the nice thing about being able to suck my friends and make them shoot was that it didn't take very long to be able to get them to shoot their stuff in my mouth again... and again and while joyfully shooting my stuff in theirs.

Yeah... we'd fuck each other and that was fun, too... but not as much fun as sucking was. I didn't know why it was so much fun any more than I knew why I couldn't get enough of sucking dicks and, frankly, I didn't care - but I realized that I didn't know that I didn't care until I got much older and that because I didn't care or know to care, I was a cock sucking fiend of the highest order. Any guy who wanted me to suck their dick would gleefully get it sucked until I got a mouthful of sperm; sometimes it tasted so good and sometimes it tasted really nasty; sometimes there wasn't much of it and sometimes there was more of it than I knew what to do with but I'd learn how to swallow quickly. Such a rush and the fact that it was forbidden and us guys were told repeatedly to never do anything like that made the rush of doing it even better as it gave me and my male friends that "bad boy" feeling that just made you giddy with excitement.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]It was... surreal having sex with them and I'm not sure why it was. It wasn't like I'd never been in a threesome before and it wasn't like I'd never been in one where the man and/or the woman was bisexual... but I realized that it was the first time to have sex with an old friend and his wife and a woman who was seriously hyped about her man having sex with another guy - and she was no slouch herself.

I'd gotten there at 7 and as arranged... and I didn't leave - and on very shaky legs - until 1:30 the next morning and I was so worn out I was surprised that I made it home with out falling asleep at the wheel. The sex with them was... intense and I got a kick out listening to his wife cheering him on as he sucked my dick and how she had some pretty powerful orgasms when he slid into her pussy - and I slid into his ass; I don't know who was having more fun - us or her. It was a rush to take her from behind and he's under both of us; she was sucking his cock and he's under us licking her pussy and my dick as it slid in and out of her and when I busted, holy shit - I almost fell off of the bed as I did so and it got even better when he snatched me out of her and started sucking my dick clean and she lost her mind as he licked her clean, too.

What a night... and it was the last time I saw him but I'd found out that my wife and his had gotten together for some girl time a couple of times and while a foursome had been proposed, I figured that life just conspired to make sure it would never happen.

I can't remember the last time - after that time - I ran across one of the gang from the old days...[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]"Stick it in me," he gasped - and, again, like he used to do when we were kids. "Hurry up and stick it in my ass!"

I didn't see any lube anywhere so I went with the thing we did a lot as kids: Worked up as much spit as I could and applied it to us and, just as he'd do when we were kids, he flipped over onto his belly and raised his ass up and kept telling me to hurry up and stick it in - and I obliged him.

Again, it felt so familiar... yet so different to feel my dick going into him and like it had so many times before and just as it was when we were kids, he was "complaining" about my dick being too big as I buried it fully in his ass and said what he used to say: "Now, fuck me..."

And I did. It was... distracting as my memories were somehow merging with being in the moment; his ass had always been just tight enough to make it feel really good without it being hard to move inside of him. At one point he moved to get on his knees and I moved with him but, okay, I popped out of him so I waited until he had gotten into the doggy position and reinserted myself and thinking, "Well, that's different..." but if the change in position did anything else, it allowed me to reach around him and work my hand on his dick and my thoughts were drifting toward the moment when I would, once again, feel his cock in my ass.

But I guess it wasn't meant to be because he nutted again and I wasn't too far behind him and we're both making a lot of growling noises as my dick was very strongly pumping away in his ass... but I was kinda pissed with myself because I knew he wouldn't be able to get it up again so he could fuck me. We're lying on the sofa - my dick is still inside him but shrinking - and he said, "I hope you're not pissed but I don't fuck guys anymore."

"That's okay," I managed to say but, for real? It wasn't okay but it was what it was. We separated and got up; I followed him to the bathroom and we both got cleaned up and as we did so, he explained to me that he'd given up fucking guys because it didn't give him as much pleasure as being fucked did. I was still kinda not happy about that but I had no choice but to accept and respect his decision. He "made up" for it when, right there in the bathroom, he sat me down on the closed toilet seat and proceeded to give me one of the best blow jobs I'd gotten from a guy in quite a bit of time.

It was quite the rush to see him looking up at me, my dick completely buried in his mouth and throat and as I was cumming and I had yet another odd thought that I was happy that he'd finally learned how to deep throat a dick, something that always gave him problems when we were kids. We'd gotten dressed and spent another hour just talking about how having sex with the fellas changed our lives forever and that neither of us had any regrets about it. I left for home a little later and after giving him my phone number and he promised to give me a call soon. And he did call two days later and shocked me quite a bit to tell me that his wife agreed that he should invite me over so they could have sex with me! How could I turn the invite down? I agreed to come over after work that Friday and if only to find out more about the two of them inviting me and the "bad" part was that my very bisexual wife had to work that night so she wasn't able to come with me even though she had been invited, too.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[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.