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Subject: {ASSM} My History II: Science Camp {Idyllic Thoughts} (mm true exhib mast oral)
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This is a true story, the format of which is copyrighted 2002 by
idyllic_thoughts@yahoo.com.
The first segment of my history series was titled "Paying the
lawnmower." Positive response has encouraged me to write a few
more things about the more unique events of my sexual life.
Linda's blowjob was my first real sexual experience, but it was
not the first time I thought about oral sex with a particular
fascination, so I don't know to what extent it is responsible for
my later interest in it. Suffice it to say that for me the best
sex is oral, and thoughts about blowjobs fill my fantasies.
Before I say more about the science camp incident, let me relate
an earlier experience which I thought about for years. As a
junior boy scout (or cub scout still?) I was helping with a
display at a gym in the local community college, as part of a
community-wide fair with businesses, schools, and so forth each
with their tables. Now in back of the open gym were two
entrances to the bathroom/shower area, basically picture a
U-shaped connection to the gym. Now there were no doors
separating these areas, there were just turns in the entrances so
that people inside were not visible from the gym. At this time,
some of the shower area was under construction in some way, so I
think that use of the facillities was not encouraged, but the
bathroom plumbing worked fine and was convenient, so I went to
the urinals and took a leak. It was interesting thinking about
how in theory anyone could come back and see me. Also, I think
the whole area was designated for men, and I'm not sure if women
had a separate area or if the gym was originally designed only
for men (maybe the construction was related to changing that, I'm
not sure).
Anyway, the idea of being an exhibitionist like this was
intriguing, so later I went back to the urinals and pretended to
pee again though no one was around. However I did see some young
kids, slightly younger than me (I was 12 or 13, and not sure
whether this was before or just after my first orgasm, as
described in my first story; the younger kids were probably 10 or
11). It was two boys and a girl, probably relatives of each
other. I had seen them somewhere around town and probably knew
1-2 by name, but only vaguely. Anyway, they were making a game
out of running through the U-shaped bathroom area, the openness
of which probably tantalized them as it did me as something
"forbidden" to be in, especially for the girl. They ran past me
a couple of times and laughed and screamed, but I didn't feel
embarassed, I would say it was actually kind of an unspoken game
we were both playing, I was pretending to be minding my own
business, they were pretending to make fun of me, but they
actually wanted to see my penis, and I wanted them to see it, and
all of us knew it.
I wanted to grab the girl and push her down to the ground when
she ran past, then push my penis into her face. After that, I
wasn't sure--I knew she wouldn't suck me, and I probably would've
been scared if she did, and I probably would've gotten hurt
trying, even bitten. Instead I fantasized about this for months
afterwards.
A year or two later, after I had my first experience with Linda,
I was at a science camp in a neighboring state with several
hundred other young teenagers. In my two weeks there, I grew
attracted to a 12-year old girl, Susan, who had caught my eye.
We talked a bit, but I was still very shy with girls and we never
got serious, though we stayed in touch after the camp. But I had
another sexual experience in my dorm room, which I shared with
Bill, a boy a year or so older than I. He seemed pretty cool and
easy-going, which was a relief because there were some rough and
stupid types not far down the hall.
One evening Bill and I were on our respective beds reading, and
at one point I casually glanced over and noticed that Bill was
just casually stroking his small, soft penis just outside of his
shorts. And while I just assumed he had been reading a book like
me, I now saw that he was holding a porn magazine. For a while
we said nothing and I just kept reading, and he kept stroking.
He didn't seem to particularly be doing it for me to watch, I
think he was just doing his own thing and wasn't concerned about
whether I saw or not. But after a while I was curious. I
finished my chapter then casually said "what'cha reading?"
"Hustler."
"What's it like?" I only vaguely had the sense that this was
something a little more hardcore than playboy.
"It's pretty cool." He wasn't looking at me but sounded
comfortable talking about it while still holding his member.
"Wanna take a look?"
I did, so I walked over and sat on the edge of his bed with the
magazine open between us. He was reading some kind of story
about people having sex at work, it seemed kind of corny but it
was all new to me. The small but raunchy advertising pictures
sparked my interest and I said something about that. "Oh, that's
nothing, you should check out this." Bill turned a few pages and
revealed a full-page photograph of a beautiful woman's face
facing the camera, almost oblivious of the head of a massive
penis poking towards her from off the edge of the photo.
I was absolutely amazed and gasped at it, I had never seen
anything as bluntly sexual as this before. I was stunned that
such things existed and that guys like me could look at them. I
got hard pretty quickly and Bill did too at this point. I think
he got more relaxed knowing that we were doing this together and
he didn't have to be afraid of my reactions anymore. He started
stroking himself again and after getting used to the situation
for a couple of minutes I did the same. He seemed to be able to
hold back for quite a while and could talk pretty casually about
sex. He told me he liked looking at pictures like that and asked
me if I had ejaculated before, which I said I had. I told him I
had seen porn but just not stuff like this, only naked women. We
agreed that those could be hot but this pose of looming fellatio
was also pretty good. There was something very powerful in the
idea of the off-camera man getting ready to ejaculate on this
woman's face or to demand oral sex from her with her innocently
unaware of it or silently submitting to it which was
overpowering, and still strikes me as a powerful image, both in
fantasy and reality. Some of my most powerful later sexual
experiences involved some aspect of what I saw in this image, and
I may have a chance to say more about them later.
Right now, though, Bill and I were jerking off on his bed,
Hustler between us. We were excited by the picture, but this was
also the first time I had masturbated with another boy. I don't
know if it was his first, though I suspect not. At the time I
had not yet learned how to ejaculate just through manual action,
but apparently this was not a problem for Bill; after a few more
minutes he held a towel in front of him and I watched as he
squirted into it with just a few quiet grunts. He held onto his
penis for a bit, but after a while he stopped, at which point I
felt more embarassed holding onto mine.
I stopped and after a little while we put the magazine away and
went on with the rest of the day. But the following evening
during quiet time we again found ourselves in the same situation,
and quickly agreed to a mutual stroke-off again. This time,
after Bill's orgasm, he asked me if I was close, and I said not
really. He was amazingly accepting of this--I was afraid he
would make fun of me, but he just said that was OK, and wanted to
watch me do it. I don't remember what was different but he said
some things about how to hold and showed me how he did it. I may
have learned something then but I still wasn't able to come just
from my hand, in fact it was years before I managed to be able to
do that regularly.
But Bill's understanding extended to another, more surprising
level. While he showed me his technique and we watched each
other he asked if he could "show me." We were already showing
each other, but I kindof knew he meant something else, which
neither of us was quite able to verbalize, so I just said "OK."
He then reached over and started stroking my penis the way he did
his own. I was 14, he was 15 or so at the time. There was some
fear because we both knew that this would be extremely bad if
anyone else found out, but he made it pretty comfortable.
Actually I later felt that he probably wasn't perfectly
comfortable with this either, but our common curiousity took us
far enough. Both of us prided ourselves on our intelligence, and
relatively adult behavior and values, and didn't go in for the
social-acceptance struggles that marked so many of our peers,
with its constant focus on the in-groups, the out-groups, the
people who dressed best or were most cool, or avoiding the
downtrodden or "weird." We knew that this was something "weird"
or "queer" but that wasn't a big deal, at least we didn't feel it
should be. Mind you, in a group I would sneer along with the
others about the idea that "so-and-so was a fag" (whether they
really were or not), but I didn't initiate such attacks and
wasn't really involved with it; in my reflective moments I didn't
think anything was wrong with it, even if I didn't want to do it
myself.
And I still didn't now...but this wasn't the same thing. I
wasn't going queer, I was just being touched by my roommate. And
it felt pretty good. I still couldn't cum, but I liked what he
was doing. I think we both kind of pretended it was an
educational experiment, and it kind of was, and it was also kind
of exciting. In fact, maybe because we were the young brainy
boys we thought of ourselves as being, it was exciting precisely
because it was an experiment, something we could learn from.
We did it a few more times. The third or fourth night, I was
touching Bill and he was touching me. I think I actually learned
more from his reaction to my stroking him than from feeling him
stroke me. This way I could learn to shape my hand differently,
and grip it more firmly. But I couldn't stroke nearly fast
enough, and that may have been my problem. I let go and let him
stroke me instead. After a while he said I should be able to cum
but I said maybe I can't. Then as if it was just a logical next
step he bent down and put my penis into his mouth. I was
surprised but didn't stop him, and laid back as I felt his lips
slide over my cock. I'll be frank--it wasn't nearly as good as
Linda, but it was still pretty good. He only did it for a minute
and then started stroking me again, but it was enough to get me
going. He stroked me faster than I ever did to myself and
between that and the extra wetness I started spurting up and let
out a soft moan. He watched as I finished then quickly let me go
and wiped the towel over me. A few minutes later he refocused on
himself and jerked off again into the towel.
I never dared to return the favor, and a few days later we went
home, never to hear from each other again. It was one of my few
homosexual experiences, and like the others it was not anything
that I felt was either right or wrong for me, it was just
something different, interesting, and fun. I've never been
attracted to pictures of men, and consider myself completely
straight, but the idea of oral sex with a man has occasionally
cropped up into my fantasy and real life again since this first
incident. I hope to share more of these experiences with you
soon....
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