“Pussy slits are vertical,” Steve said with a wise look, nodding his head with the sagacity of an adult, more of a sneer, really, at the ignorance of his teen mates, Vic, Jimmy and me.
“No way,” objected Vic. “It goes sideways, horizontal like.” He had a frown on his face, puzzled but not wanting to show that he didn’t know shit about pussy.
Steve laughed. “What the fuck do you know?” he told Vic.
Jimmy and I listened, Jimmy fascinated, me barely interested. The four of us were sitting around on a Saturday afternoon in Vic and Steve’s room, wearing shorts and t-shirts. We were in boarding school and this weekend we weren’t allowed to go home since our grade averages were not so hot. We were supposed to stay on campus and study. The finals were a couple of weeks away, but none of us cared a lot about that, especially on a sort of warm weekend afternoon.
Steve and Vic were 16 years old in 10th Grade and shared a room. Jimmy and me, we were 15 in 9th grade and shared a room also. I remember that it was a hot afternoon and none of us felt like studying. There were no other students on the floor, all away for the weekend. The talk revolved around sex, a topic in which I lacked experience and knowledge. Steve and Vic acted as if they were ten years older, all-knowing about girls and pussy and boobs. Jimmy, like me, had told me that he had never had sex with a girl. Neither had I, for that matter. What the fuck did it matter if a pussy was slit longways or sideways? Actually, I was more interested in dicks. Never admitted it to anyone, but my favorite time is shower time when I had the chance of looking at naked guys, fleeting and discreet looks, but looks nevertheless.
At the time, there was still no Internet or access to porn. I smile to myself as I remember the innocence and the ignorance of those times. Kids today are much more aware of sex and sexual practices. Then, we were just ignorant teenagers, vaguely knowledgeable, but always with boners in our pants and zits on our faces.
“Man,” Vic said. “I know. My Dad? He has this set of Playboy magazines and whenever no one is around I get to look at the pictures. Pussies are sideways, I tell you.”
“Fuck that,” Steve said, now touching himself, definitely with a boner inside his shorts. “You can’t tell from pictures.”
“You’re saying you’ve seen it in real?” Jimmy asked Steve, eyeing the bulge in the shorts, challenging.
“Yea,” Steve said. I could tell he was lying, bragging. None of us had seen pussy. The four of us, however, had erections by now.
“Oh, man,” Steven moaned as he unabashedly rubbed his dick. “I’m so fucking horny.”
“Fuck yea,” Vic said, starting to rub himself as well. “Horny, too.”
“What about dicks?” I heard myself say, surprising myself and the other three boys. I remember the looks on their faces as they turned toward me. Vic had one raised eyebrow. Jimmy gazed at me with an open mouth.
“What about dicks, Simon?” Steven teased, grabbing his crotch, smirking.
“I mean…” I croaked, my heart beating fast. “I mean, we’re guys, right?” They nodded. “And we all have dicks, right?”
“Duh,” Steven said. “So why the fuck do you ask? You a faggot, Simon?”
Snickers all around.
“Hey, wait a minute,” I protested, perhaps a bit weakly. “Who’s saying anything about faggots. All I’m saying is that even though we all have dicks, we don’t know much about them, right?”
“I know about this,” Vic said with a wide grin, sliding his hand under the waistband of his shorts and grabbing his erected cock, outlined through the fabric of the shorts.
Steve did the same. “Do you want to know about this, Simon?” Steve pointed his cock horizontally, straining the cotton shorts, his cock head pushing forward, beautifully outlined against the fabric.
I remember that I was too excited to care whether my friends knew that I was more interested in cocks than in pussy. My own boy-penis raged inside my shorts, pressed against my thigh. But I was not ready to admit to my gayness. Not then. Not to my friends. Gay was in no way cool. I also remember the few seconds of total silence as the three of my friends waited for my response to Steve’s taunting.
“Fuck you, Steve,” I found the courage to say. Although Steve and Vic were one year older than me, I was taller than both of them. So was Jimmy. We looked like the older guys among the four. “I bet your dick is a peanut.” I challenged, trying to lure them into showing their penises without letting on that I was dying to see them.
Steve took the hook immediately and pushed down his shorts and briefs, exposing his hard cock. Arching his back, he said, “This looks like a peanut to you, asshole?”
Well, I had to admit that Steve’s dick was not bad. Not really hung. But not bad. At the time, all I had to compare an erected cock with was my own erection. Mine was definitely longer and thicker than Steve’s, but it was the first time I actually saw an erected cock pointing straight towards me. This set my heart beat speed to a racing mode: the first erect cock my eyes were actually looking at.
I laughed to hide my nervousness. Vic was staring at Steve’s tool as it erected horizontally. Jimmy’s mouth went wider. “Fuck, Steve,” Vic whispered. “Pull up your fucking shorts. Who the fuck cares about your fucking dick?”
“Simon does,” Steve gazed straight into my eyes. “Simon thinks my dick is a peanut, don’t you Simon? Well?”
“That’s no peanut,” Jimmy commented. To my surprise, Jimmy turned to me and said, “Show yours, Simon. Let’s see who is bigger.”
“Yea,” Vic and Steven said simultaneously. “Drop your shorts, all of you,” Steve continued. “Let’s compare.”
There we were, four horny kids, shorts wrapped around our ankles, cocks fully erected. I can never shake the memory away, even now so many years later. It has printed itself in my mind so clearly, so vividly, so surprisingly detailed, so delicious. Even though I have experienced a variety of sexual affairs with more than one partner since then, no scene has been engraved in my mind more vividly than that afternoon 25 years ago.
We were staring at each other’s dicks, silently, comparing, barely breathing. I could hear my heart beats in my head. Vic’s dick was almost Steve’s twin, smaller than mine and erecting horizontally. Both were cut. Both had thick knobs. Jimmy’s dick, however, was pencil thin, but it looked longer than the other two older guys and it erected at an upward angle, with a bend to the left, also cut like the other two. Mine sprang up as soon as I slid down my tight briefs and plastered itself at my belly.
“Fuck,” Jimmy whispered. “Shit, Simon. That’s big.”
Steve and Vic didn’t say a word. They weren’t expecting to see another dick longer and thicker than theirs, especially on someone younger than they were. Besides, as I looked down at my cock head, the slit staring up at me, I noticed a drop of pre-cum oozing out.
“Ok, ok, guys,” Steve finally said. “So fucking Simon has a fucking big dick. So fucking what?”
It was quite clear that Steve was disappointed to find that I had a bigger cock. He sounded somewhat deflated. Jimmy was still staring at my erection, but the two older guys proceeded to stuff their dicks back inside their briefs and to pull up their shorts, fully realizing that they had lost the challenge against me.
Jimmy stood frozen, still staring. I knew I had a winner’s snug smile on my face. Pulling up my shorts and briefs, I said, “That’s what I wanted to know, Steve. Not just whose dick was bigger. But the way dicks erect. Since you were all arguing about pussies.” I knew it was a lame excuse to cover my interest in cock, but the guys seemed to accept it, having just been exposed to the size of my erection and under the common notion that “faggots” had small dicks, or no dicks at all!
“Yea, yea, whatever,” Steven said, with a hint of disappointment. It looked like for them a faggot couldn’t sport a cock bigger than theirs. My cock size had proven to them that I was no queer. How ignorant we had been! How queer I was, big cock and all!
The rest of the afternoon was uneventful. There were jokes, talk about sports, some little talk about grades and exams, and whatever else young teenage kids talked about. All the while, the image of the other three erections was imprinted in my head, indelible. They were beautiful. Those erections were simply beautiful. Later, I grew to appreciate that all erections were beautiful.
After dinner we went to our rooms, supposedly hitting the books for the final exams.
“Simon?” Jimmy came over to my desk, where I was just flipping through the English literature textbook, hating poetry and poets with a vengeance.
“Yea?” I turned to face him. Jimmy stood bare-chested, totally smooth, in jeans, with the first curly hairs of his trail peeking out.
“How come is your dick so much bigger than all of ours?”
I laughed. “How the fuck would I know, man? First time I see cock other than mine.”
“Really? We all see cock, Simon. In the showers, you know.”
So Jimmy was apparently as interested in penises as I was. This made my balls quiver, and I felt the stirrings of my dick as it lengthened inside my shorts.
“Yea, but not erected,” I said, placing my hand on my crotch, pressing on the hardening tool.
Jimmy’s eyes went down to watch my hand as I rubbed.
“Can I see it again?” he said in a low voice.
“Get the door,” I instructed.
I remember this moment as if it were yesterday. Jimmy was not interested in cocks in general. Jimmy was interested in my cock. Did he just want to see? I wondered, already fully hard.
Jimmy locked the door and returned to where I was sitting, now with my thighs spread, revealing the bulge caused by my erection inside my shorts.
“So, Jim,” I smiled.
“So, take it out, Simon,” he whispered in a quivering voice.
“You take it out, Jimmy,” I said, pushing my crotch upwards and forward.
With hesitation, Jimmy held the waistband of my shorts and pulled down as I raised my butt off the chair. I sat back, fully exposed.
“Wow,” Jimmy breathed. “Simon, man, that’s huge.”
I could see what looked like a stare of admiration on my roommate’s face.
“Can I?” Jimmy continued, slowly and uncertainly reaching his hand out.
“Touch it?” I asked, my heart now racing. Jimmy wanted to hold my cock.
“Yea,” he whispered with a trembling voice.
Jimmy’s hand was already on my cock shaft. Ever so slowly, he wrapped his palm around my thick shaft. I felt my cock pulsating inside his grip, the beginning of pre-cum glittering at the cock slit. Jimmy rubbed the drop of pre-cum and used it to stroke my cock. I leaned back in the chair, spreading my legs wider, starting to get sensations that I had never felt before, in my balls, in my stomach muscles, even my ass, which was starting to twitch and squeeze. It was so different from when I stroked myself, when I jacked off. It was a loving movement, slow, up and down the shaft, around the head, squeezing more pre-cum and lubricating. I heard myself moan, my eyes instantly squeezed shut.
Forcing my eyes to open, I watched Jimmy as he stroked my dick, standing between my spread legs, rubbing his own dick through his jeans with his other hand.
“Take it out, Jimmy,” I said between moans. “Take out your dick.”
Letting go of my cock, jimmy unzipped his jeans and kicked them off. He stood naked in front of me. My vision hazed a little. This was my first time a guy stands totally naked, totally erected, so close to me. Jimmy resumed his stroking. Without even thinking about it, I reached my hand up, placed it on the back of his head, and pushed him down. He looked at me quizzically.
“Taste it, Jimmy,” I whispered.
“Come on, Simon,” I could feel him resisting my push. “I’m not a faggot.”
“Please, Jimmy,” I argued. “No, man, you’re not a fag. But please, I’m so horny. Please. Suck my dick, buddy. Just for a little while.” I increased the pressure on the back of his head and he slowly relented, his eyes staring at mine.
My whole body shivered as I felt the warm, wet lips around my cock head. I was shaking like an autumn leaf on a windy day. A guy, my roommate, Jimmy, was actually sucking on my dick. Oh, my God! It was unbelievable. Every time I think of that moment, I get an instant erection and my heart races as if the sensations were now, were real, were Jimmy’s wet lips around my cock.
Jimmy didn’t actually suck on my dick. He didn’t know how. He just pressed his lips around the knob, his hand fisting the shaft, his tongue flicking round and round, until I shot my load. Grunting and trying to push further inside Jimmy’s mouth, I felt that I had shot a million strings of cum into his mouth. Quickly, as soon as Jimmy felt the first spurt hit the back of his mouth, he pulled off gagging, the second spurt hitting his face before he was able to pull away fast enough. Spurt after spurt shot out of my dick all over the place. Jimmy didn’t remove his hand away though. He kept stroking, trying to control his gagging, but wonderingly watching the squirts of cum shoot high out of my quivering boy-cock.
Finally, I heaved with relief.
“Intense,” was all I was able to say. My cock was still hard, still throbbing, still dripping the last of my load.
Jimmy had already reached for a towel and was wiping cum off his mouth and face.
“Bastard,” he croaked. “Simon, you shot into my mouth, on my face, you fuck. Look at all this jizz.”
I snickered. “What does it taste like, Jimboy?”
“As if you haven’t tasted it, you shit,” Jimmy smiled. “I always taste mine,” he added with a smirk.
He was still fully erect, and I did not hesitate to lean over and take him into my mouth. I heard him moan and start to buck into my throat as his cock shaft slid between my eager lips. Sure enough, the gag reflex kicked in and I had to pull off.
“Fucking long dick, Jimmy,” I said looking up at him as he stood shaking in front of me. He placed his hands on my head, guiding me back to his cock.
“Yea, Simon. I did you. You do me.”
And I did him. My first blowjob. And it was heavenly. I knew back then that I was going to get addicted to cocks. My dick, as usual, erects fiercely whenever I recall those times. I can still remember staying hard after cumming in Jimmy’s mouth.
“Do you think Steve and Vic are doing it, too?” Jimmy asked me as we lay next to each other on my bed, naked, with our hands fondling each other’s cock and balls.
“Probably,” I answered, closing my eyes, reveling in the sensations from my cock and from the palm of my hand around Jimmy’s tool.
“I bet they are,” Jimmy insisted.
“How would you know? Have you seen them sucking each other’s cock?” I asked, only halfway interested in Vic and Steve, wishing if Jimmy would fill his mouth with my throbbing dick again. I felt that I just couldn’t get enough of Jimmy blowing me. Or me blowing him, for that matter. I can remember clearly how much I needed sex, gay sex, even then, barely turning to a “man”, somewhat confused about my sexuality, but pretty sure that I much preferred dick to pussy.
“Didn’t you notice the way Vic looked at Steve’s dick when Steve pulled it out? I bet he sucks cock,” Jimmy continued, absently stroking my hard cock.
“Why are you fixated on that?” I asked. I was getting desperate for Jimmy to get back on my erection. I lacked experience, I lacked technique; all I had was an insatiable desire for sex, and a hard teen-age cock aching for release.
“Maybe,” Jimmy wouldn’t let go when he set his mind on something. I knew that he was after something from the way he fondled me, his thoughts away. “I’m just saying, Simon. Guys do that to each other, don’t they? I mean I just sucked your dick.” He squeezed on my hardness. Then why the fuck don’t you suck me again? I remember thinking.
“Mmm,” I said. “And I sucked yours.”
“Tell you what,” Jimmy suddenly jumped up, naked, his dick erected. “Let’s go check on them,” he said as he started to pull on his jeans.
“What?” I stared at him, confused. “What the fuck are you saying, Jimboy?”
He had a wide smile on his face and his erection was quite visible inside the crotch of his jeans.
“We could listen at the door to their room. I bet they are sucking cock.”
Now that Jimmy’s hand was not fondling my cock and balls, I could focus. Why the fuck not? I remember how my enthusiasm started to quickly build up. If Steve and Vic were doing it, then maybe… The four of us? Fuck. That made me decide immediately. Jimmy was crazy, but his idea presented possibilities that I hadn’t considered before.
Getting up and pulling on my shorts, I followed Jimmy and we both sneaked our way down the corridor. The other rooms were empty. It was only the four of us who had to remain in the dorms on that Saturday.
“I told you,” Jimmy whispered as we plastered our ears to the door. There were sounds of moaning and grunting. Definitely sex. Jimmy reached for my cock and grabbed it, squeezing. “I bet the door is unlocked.”
Without even thinking, I turned the door handle and opened the door. Jimmy and I froze. Facing us, on the bed, was a bare ass, a pair of spread legs, and up and down movement. We realized that the guys were fucking. I felt dizzy and my cock throbbed at the scene.
It was Vic’s ass going up and down, and Steve’s legs spread wide. We could see Vic’s balls slapping on Steve’s butt cheeks as he pounded. Vic was grunting with every push into his friend’s ass. Steve was moaning. It was difficult whether it was moans of pain or of pleasure.
I remember the times when I had tried to push a finger up my own asshole when I masturbated, and unless I used spit, it sort of hurt, the hole tight. I glanced at Jim. His jaw had dropped and his eyes almost popped out of his face.
“Hey, guuuuys,” I said tauntingly.
This made Vic and Steven immediately break, with Vic’s cock loudly popping out of the tight ass.
“WHAT THE FUCK!” Steven almost screamed, his legs still spread wide and his asshole wet and open.
Vic got up and walked ominously towards us, his own dick dripping, and reached both his hands to grab our necks. “You little fucking shits,” he whispered to us venomously, with anger and frustration and, I could tell, a little fear, all drawn on his face.
“You’ve seen NOTHING! Get the fuck out of here.”
He pushed us backwards, his hands tightening around our necks, with the clear threat as to what would happen to us should we breathe anything about this around campus.
“Hey, man, Vic,” Jimmy was able to croak out. “We were just dicking you. Come on, buddy.”
Barely able to breathe now, I noticed that Steven had gotten out of bed as well. “Hold on, Vic,” he said as he approached us.
Vic’s hold on our throats loosened and we started to take in deep breaths.
“What?” Vic was still upset. “What, Steve? These two shitfaces have just barged on us. You gonna let them just get away with it?”
By now, Steven had reached us. He walked around where we were and held Jimmy by the waist, pressing his erection on Jimmy’s butt. “Maybe we could convince our neighbor shitfaces for some action, huh?”
There were a few moments of indecision from Vic. He let go of our throats and slowly turned me around and plastered himself against my back. Steve and Vic, naked, were humping us, leading us to the bed.
“Damn fucking right,” Vic said, his erection pressing on my butt.
“Hey, guys,” Jimmy whimpered. “What the fuck?”
“Shut the fuck up, Jimmy,” Steve pushed him onto the bed on his stomach, pulled down his jeans exposing his ass, and climbed on top of him. He was spreading Jimmy’s butt cheeks, lowering himself onto Jimmy, his cockhead, wet and glistening, at Jimmy’s hole. I tried to pull away from Vic’s bear hug from behind me when I heard Jimmy’s scream of pain. I realized that Steven must have penetrated my roommate’s boy ass. He was already moving up and down, Jimmy’s body under him, pinned, not able to get away.
“Want some of that, too, Simon?” Vic breathed into my ear as he pulled down my shorts, his erection sliding between my thighs.
I had no air in my lungs to answer. I wanted Vic to do me so much, admittedly, but at the same time I really didn’t want to get raped. Jimmy’s initial screams were turning to whimpers as Steven fucked him. Vic’s cockhead was pressing upwards at my hole as we stood, glued to each other, by the bed, watching. Vic was humping my ass, grinding, his cock hard and throbbing.
“I wanna fuck you, Simon,” Vic whispered into my ear, prodding my hole. “Like NOW.” He was pushing me onto the bed in the same way Steven got Jimmy under him. Somehow, I was able to release myself from Vic’s grip and turn around. My cock pressed on his lower belly. Suddenly, we started kissing. Vic’s cock rubbing in and out of my pressed thighs, just under my balls, and being taller than he is, I grinded my hardness on his flat belly.
At that moment, Steven turned his head and saw us kissing. Without quitting his pounding of Jimmy’s ass, he said, “Queers! Faggots kissing!”
We broke. Vic reached down and slapped Steven’s ass hard. “I was fucking you, you bitch, just a few minutes ago. You never called yourself queer.”
Without hesitation, Vic jumped on top of Steven, and plowed inside him forcefully. Steven’s scream was both of surprise and pleasure, totally mixed with the pain of sudden penetration. To my own surprise, the penetration was easy and immediate, which made me realize that Steven’s ass was used to cocks plowing into it, that Vic had been there many times before.
The three guys moved in sync as I stood transfixed, unable to move, shaking all over, my shorts around my ankles, my cock hard and oozing precum.
As Vic pounded into Steven and Steven pounded into Jimmy, Vic motioned for me to get close. I moved as if in a trance, and in seconds, my cock was inside Vic’s mouth. I fucked his face holding onto his head with both hands. I was the first to shoot my load and, unlike Jimmy, Vic kept his lips pursed around my shaft and swallowed my nuts whole. Grunting and panting, Vic ejaculated into Steven’s ass and Steven into Jimmy’s ass. I could tell from the way Vic’s butt cheek muscles contracted and relaxed that he was cumming inside Steven. I could barely hear Jimmy under the weight of the two guys. As soon as Vic withdrew, Steven did the same, both cocks dripping cum. Steven turned Jimmy over and started sucking him off; it didn’t take too long for Jimmy to ejaculate.
The four of us plopped onto the two beds in the room, none of us actually believing what had just happened. I didn’t get fucked that night, but I sure did on later nights. We became a foursome, exchanging roles, sucking, fucking, getting sucked and getting fucked.
The memory of my being introduced into gay sex has never left me. I have replayed it thousands of times, each time more vivid than the one before it, each time causing a huge erection and a huger ejaculation. Since then, no sex experience has ever come near. I doubt that any sex experience will ever do.
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