A lot of you have written me… asking me where my ‘sense of eroticism’ comes from; in essence asking me: “Was there a base, an origin, a beginning of your sexual philosophy?” – Well, ‘yes’, there was… it started in my hometown, (which I’m not going to tell you.) – Suffice to say, my hometown APPEARED like a lot of other hometowns you see depicted on TV, or in the movies. Think of the old TV-show, “Father Knows Best”, and you’ll get the idea. (I’ll tell you a little secret about that show sometime; – if I forget… remind me.)
Anyway, I’ve told a bunch of people over the years about how sexy my hometown was. I’ve actually talked to many other folks along the course of my life; asking them if their hometown was sexually “aware.” I never talked to even one (male OR female), who said their hometown was remarkable in any way in the sex department.
Well mine was. Period. — AND… I’m pretty sure my hometown, my upbringing, my early exposure to “sexuality” in BOTH genders set the tone for my sexual expression and enjoyment over the years. Let me give you an example, – I sucked my first dick when I was nine; not “childhood-play”, either. He was an older guy, I’m guessing in his mid-40’s, and he took me fishing a lot. I really DID enjoy the fishing part, but then, one afternoon we were through fishing for the day, and we went into his small cabin to reflect on the day’s success. He was sitting on a smallish couch, and I was sitting on a smaller, sliding chair, off to the side.
After we chatted a bit, he patted the spot next to him on the couch, and told me to ‘come sit beside me’, and he’d show me something. Well, when I got comfortable beside him, he reached down and unzipped his pants, then reached in the opening and fished out his hardening cock. I was TOTALLY mesmerized by what I was seeing. When he started slowly jacking it, – it was even better. He slouched back, spread his legs out wider, then reached over and got MY hand, and used it, to jack his cock. I immediately liked the ‘satiny’, steel hardness of his cock. I liked the way my hand fit around it. He showed me how he liked his balls played with, and that was just as good.
When he eased my head down to his lap and told me to, “Suck it,” – I had no problem at all. I WANTED to suck it. It didn’t take him long to cum, and when he did…. It was spectacular, all over the place… kinda seemed like a ‘quart’ to me. AND… it was great! When he said, “eat it”, “swallow it”, “there’s some, get that too”, I did… and I loved it from the start. From then on, it was ME who bugged HIM to let me suck his cock again. That was my beginning on the ‘guy’ side of the street.
On the OTHER side of the street… when I was eleven, I got my first taste of pussy; from an aunt… no less. My mother sent me to the big city for a couple of weeks every summer to “get some culture” from her more sophisticated sister. Her thinking was that her “citified” sister could expose me to plays, “the theata”, museums, and other ‘high-bred’ and ‘cultural’ people who would help expand my knowledge and education. – To be honest, my aunt DID take me to plays, concerts, museums, and the like. But then… on my first Friday night there, I asked my well-traveled aunt what we were going to do that night. She pointed to a chair across from where she was sitting on the couch, and told me to have a seat.
Then she said, “Houlden, have you discovered girls yet?” – Hey, I was aware of girls… I went to school with them every day, saw them in church, knew they had special parts that were different from guys… blah-blah-blah… and I told my aunt what I knew. My aunt listened patiently and then said, “Houlden, have you seen any actual pussy yet?” – I was familiar with the word already, and knew what she was talking about. But… I hadn’t actually SEEN the real ‘McCoy’… only pictures of it. And, that’s what I told her: “Well, I’ve seen pictures of it.” –
With that revelation, my aunt leaned back on the couch and said, “Well, tonight… you’re going to see the real thing.” And with that… she started pulling up the edge of her silk dress. I could tell she was watching my face as she eased it up over her knees… on past her mid-thighs…, and finally above the flair of her hips. Then, she spread her legs out comfortably wide, totally revealing her panty-clad pussy mound. Her panties were pale blue, and very sheer. I could practically see through them, even though I was sitting across the room.
She grinned at me and said, “You like what you see, Houlden?” All I could do was just nod my head, ‘yes’. While I stared intently at the delicate finger tracing the dampening ‘vee’ of her crotch; she used her other hand to start unbuttoning the top buttons of her dress. In almost no time at all, she had her dress open to the waist, her bra unsnapped, and she was delicately playing with her pale breasts and rosy-red nipples. Her other hand pulled the damp crotch-band of her sheer panties over, totally revealing her moist, pink slit. – Then, as I sat glued to the twin hand-actions going on in front of me, she began to ‘play’ with her pussy and her breasts.
This was not only the first time I had ever seen an actual vagina, it was ALSO the first time I had ever seen any real breasts. The show she was beginning to put on for me was so far above anything that I could have ever imagine, that it was just beyond description. She raised her hips and slipped her panties off, throwing them over to me. I held them up close to my nose and watched her put both heels up on the edge of the couch, and spread her legs as wide as they would go. Then, she said, “Come over here, Houlden… I’m going to show you how to eat my pussy.”
That phrase alone, was like a witch’s magic command; almost like a ‘spell’ had come over me. I couldn’t have resisted even if I had tried. I dropped the panties, got up off the chair, and walked over between her legs. Her complete crotch was available to me. She said, “Get down on your knees, Houlden,” and I did. “Come a little closer,” she whispered. I was only a foot or so from her spread-open gash when she said, “Touch me, Houlden; touch my pussy; make me feel good.” As my hand reached out, she took it, and placed it against her damp petals. Then, she used my hand to rub out one of the hottest orgasms I’ve ever seen.
She was breathless from the erotic notion of using a boy’s hand to get herself off. She was still practically in a sexual stupor, and her second orgasm came from using my face and mouth as her own personal dildo. AND YET… she was STILL not through. She got me down on the floor, and straddled my face. The ‘smells’, the fluids, the ‘flesh’… all of it was focused on my face as she held onto her tits and rode my face. I was like a horse and she was like a practiced ‘rider’. She rode my face over and over, shrilly screaming sexy commands: “Eat me, eat my fucking pussy… eat it… you fucking cunt-lapper… eat my cunt!!!!!”; she screamed, as she went over the edge one more time.
After her last climax, she swung around so that we were in a hot “69” position. She practically ripped my pants and underwear off, trying to get at my dick. When I felt her mouth cover both my cock and balls, – this time, *I* was a goner… and I ate her out even more furiously than I had before. My own orgasms seemed like they were continuous, as I ate her pussy and ass… over and over and over. The two of us… grown woman, and young boy… had created our own, private ‘fucking/sucking sex-machine’. And that’s what we did the rest of the time I was there…
During the day, we went to plays, movies, museums, and parks… but during the night… “Ah, the nights”, – during the nights, we practically invented sex. The last night I was there, she invited one of her ‘lady-friends’ (and her boyfriend) to join us. That night was spectacular. There was nothing, and I mean NOTHING that the four of us didn’t do. – I hated to leave my aunt that summer; but she promised me that I could come back next year, and she would introduce me to even more of her friends. – She winked at me when she said it, and the deal was made.
My point in sharing these two experiences with you is to let you understand where my eroticism originated. It certainly started with my fishing buddy, and my aunt. But the more important part was that those two twin-beginnings set the foundation to a hedonistic life that has provided sexual gratification and fulfillment over several decades.
So what’s up with the title of this blog-post right? – “Everybody Sucks Somebody’s Dick” – Well, last winter I was having a discussion with a younger friend of mine, who had just finished sucking me off. He was the son of one of my lady-friends, and he and I had established a private friendship with each other. He knew I was fucking his mom because I didn’t even attempt to keep it a secret. The mom had asked me from time to time to “Let’s go into the bedroom.” I replied with, “What’s wrong with right here on the couch?” – I knew the son kept secret watch on us from time to time, and I wanted him to see his mom lose control in an erotic orgasm. — *I* thought it was sexy, the mom (secretly) thought it was sexy, and the son thought it was “out of sight” sexy. So one day, when his mom wasn’t around… I showed him why she enjoyed sucking my cock so much.
About three months after our first get-together, and after I had dropped a thick wad of cum deep into the back of his mouth, he asked me: “Do you ever suck anybody’s dick?” – I leaned back on the sofa, spread my legs out wide, and said (while I was playing with my hardening cock), ‘Son, EVERYBODY sucks somebody’s dick. And you know what?” I added, “That’s a good thing.” – He wanted to know about whose dick I sucked, so I told him to hide in the closet tomorrow afternoon, and he could watch.
I had met this guy at a local casino one time. He was the ‘big’ pit-boss of the floor, overseeing the whole gambling operation. I had had some unusual luck one time, and he moseyed by to check everything out. He was about 6’2”, had a natural ‘vee-formation’ to himself, and an easy, but commanding manner. I offered to buy him a drink, and he accepted. Because I frequented the casino fairly often, we became casual friends. One time, he came by my table just to say ‘hello’. I was the only one there, the dealer needed to make a quick pit-stop, so the pit-boss offered to take his place for a hand or two. When the dealer was fully out of earshot, I leaned a tiny bit closer, and said in a whispered voice, “You know, you’re a pretty sexy guy, I’d love to suck you off sometime, if you’re interested.” As I finished my short statement, I slid my business card over to him, and told him to give me a buzz sometime.
Our ‘play’ continued, the dealer came back and resumed his place, and started dealing. About a week went by when my cell-phone buzzed, and it was the pit-boss. All he said was that he would like to come by and see me sometime. I told him my address was on the card I gave him, and he said, “How about tomorrow around 3:00 in the afternoon?” – I said that would be perfect. When he got there, we didn’t say much, (really, there wasn’t much to say), and I got down on my knees, on the carpeted floor, and unzipped his pants, pulled his cock out, and sucked him off while he stood there. He told me later it was his favorite position, that he liked the ‘position of dominance’ it gave him. I told him I liked it too… in fact, it was my favorite. We became a ‘regular’ for each other, and he remains to this day, one of the guys I go down on…
After I finished telling my young bud about my friend, (and he sucked me off one more time), we agreed on how we would conceal him for my “appointment” the next day. Everything was set, the son had a secret view of my living room, and we both waited for the doorbell to ring. And ring it did a little before 3:00 the following day. The pit-boss came in, we made the slightest bit of small talk, then he spread his legs out comfortably, and I knew that was my cue. I got down on my knees, unzipped his pants, reached in and fished out his big, thick cock, (balls and all), and proceeded to suck him off. The part I like best is when I feel his hands behind my head, pulling my mouth harder onto his cock. I know that he’s not too far from cumming, and I speed up my efforts to get his cum. It only took a couple of minutes more before he held onto my head, and filled me up good.
I always keep a damp towel handy when I know he’s coming over, and I reached over to a small table, retrieved the towel, and cleaned him up. When he was back to normal, I walked him out to his car, and waved ‘good-by’ as he drove off.
When I went back in… I was unconsciously standing close to the same spot the pit-boss had been standing, when my own young friend came out of seclusion and, and without saying anything, he just dropped down to his knees, in the place I had been, only minutes before. This time it was he who unzipped MY pants, pulled my cock out, and sucked me off (Twice.)
That’s what I mean when I say that, “Everybody sucks somebody’s cock” – I really do believe it’s a natural law of sexuality.
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