He didn’t come to the Basement at all during my first two weeks there. Taylor was a cute girl and we became friends although not close enough that we would hang out together away from the Basement.Ĭal was Taylor’s grandfather. They were far less aggressive and confrontational and I just found it easier to relate to them.
As a concession for the many kids who would otherwise be displaced and unsupervised, kids like me, the new owners cleared the Basement and permitted us to congregate there as long as we didn’t vandalize it which was not likely to happen since we were grateful for the shelter and also because we often had oversight by a parent or a grandparent.Īlthough I was a boy, I found it much more to my liking to hang out with girls who came to the Basement. The Basement was under what had formerly been a recreational center and an after-school center before it failed financially and was purchased by business people for offices. In fact, when I began going to the Basement after school to plays games with others my age, I would never have anticipated that such an environment would become the place where it would happen. I thought about it all of the time and fantasized nightly to thoughts of having one of those hard things in my mouth, but I was a bit shy and lacked confidence and didn’t imagine that I would ever actually do it. Honestly, I felt dizzy just hearing that simple explanation and all I could think about was someday being able to suck on a hard cock, even though I had no desire to earn the label of “queer” or “homo” or anything of the sort. Instead, I was in awe of the explanation that some males actually suck on the cocks of other males and that is how the word “cocksucker” had come into being. But that changed about 18 months earlier when an older friend explained to me that “cocksucker” was more than a derisive word used by males to provoke other males. Had Cal approached me 18 months earlier, I would not have understood what he wanted and I would have found it easy to flee. Gay sex story: He Did It In My Mouth Author: brynnboi This gay story is including: Fiction, Bi-sexual, Blowjob, First Time, Gay, Mature, Oral Sex, Reluctance, Young genres. … first time, in a dim basement, with an older man. Been that way ever since.Gay sex story: He Did It In My Mouth. One day I just made up my mind, this one is going down the hatch, and did it. Finally I could take it in my mouth, but would then spit it out. For many years I would get in the position, then when the shot came, aim it elsewhere. So obviously it is quite possible to drink it down afterwards, you just have to make some mental adjustments about cum. After I shoot, I tilt it down so all my cum goes into this cup. I have an attachment for my Fleshlight Flight that puts a clear cup on the end, instead of the opaque end they normally cum with. Try drinking some pineapple juice every day, then taste of your cum.
The moral of the story is you just have to get over the taste, it's not bad. Or when with a lady, blow inside of her, or somewhere on her, then go down and clean up the mess I made. Tastes especially wonderful sucking another guys cock with your man juice all over it.:wink: The taste does not bother me, and although I have not done this for awhile, one of my favorites things to do is when sucking another guys cock, shoot my load all over his when he is close, then finish him off. Can't miss from that distance, although a few drops may hit me on the chin or nose if it's a particularly powerful shot, or I have not shot a load for a few days. I can get me knees on the floor besides my ears, which positions my cock about two inches away. Even at 52 I can still gt in that position comfortably only if I do so every day to keep myself flexible. The position is in Yoga, known as the plow.