mike_likes
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My earliest sexual memories were always heterosexual. There was a baby sitter my parents hired was my first fantasy when I first masturbated. When I turned 14 and was just sprouting pubes my parents no longer thought I needed a babysitter and so after school I was left alone in the house for a few hours each day.
At about that time I was best friends with a kid names James who was two years older and lived on the next block. James was a medium skinned black kid who took to hanging out with me after school. My house was always air conditioned and we always had plenty of snacks. One day after school we were in my bedroom and I was showing James some Penthouse magazines I stole from my dad’s drawer. James asked me if I ever masturbated, I responded “yes…sometimes”. He then said “We should”. The next thing you know is we pulled our pants down. Out popped my 5” penis. I looked over and James cock looked enormous to me. I was kind of stunned; it lay up over his belly button and was thick as my wrist. Also unlike me he had full set of pubic hair. We lay on my bed for a while, me stroking with two fingers and James with his whole hand looking at a hot Penthouse spread of two women doing each other. My eyes kept drifting from the magazine to that amazing looking cock in James’s hand.
After a bit we heard a noise in the house. We looked at each other in surprise and James said “quick into the closet”. To this day I’m unsure what the noise was, but James’s motives became clear. We pulled our pants up and went into the closet. There in the dark we stood facing each other, we couldn’t hear anything but each other’s breathing. Straining our ears for any more noise that would tell us what was going on. Then I felt James’s hand on my head, he said “Ssshhh here” whatever that meant. He was bigger stronger and older than me so I sunk down, still not really knowing why. Then on my knees I felt the head of his dick on my lips while his hands were pushing on my head. I didn’t have an epiphany, I hadn’t ever thought of this before, but never the less I opened my mouth and started sucking his cock. It didn’t make me horny or disgusted, it just was. After a few minutes I just stood up and opened the door and said “no one is in the house the noise was nothing”. A little later on we let my dog out in the back yard and went into our garage. There James told me that he had this amazing feeling in the closet and wanted to show me. We pulled down our pants and he sucked me a little. Then he stood back up and said maybe I wasn’t old enough and I should try again with him. I got on my knees and started sucking him, I don’t remember much except how I couldn’t even get half of it in my mouth and he grabbed my head when he came in my mouth. I coughed and spitted and proclaimed how gross that was, James wasn’t listening. He told me that was an amazing feeling. An hour later we were at his house, he took me into his garage and had me suck him off again.
It wasn’t until that night, alone in my bed trying to relax that I realized I liked what I did. Thinking over the day I got harder than I ever had before. I masturbated thinking about making James happy with my mouth.
The rest of that year James and I were best friends, just like numerous other boys. The difference was every time we got the chance I sucked James’s big cock. We of course went further with me always doing whatever he thought would feel good. Most days I sucked him once or twice, but sometimes I made him cum five times in a day. Neither one of us could get enough. He even tried to fuck me at one point, but it hurt too much.
We moved after that year, I have never talked to or heard from James again. This is the first time I have ever related what happened that year, but often the shame and excitement of being James’s permisteral cocksucker came into my mind and I would get immediately hard. I put aside cocksucking and turned my attention to sports and girls in my new home in Pittsburgh, even though in my heart I knew what I had between my legs was not a real cock. I knew deep down where I belonged, on my knees servicing real men, black men. The feeling of that big beautiful cock sliding in my mouth along with the incredible taste of James’s cum had set my life on an inevitable path. Try as I might to live a “normal” life the damage was done. I was able to keep it all buried until a few years after Cheryl and I was married.
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