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Howie sent me this story with a note saying that he was not sure if this was right for my blog, or if he should be telling it. I think it is perfect, it is life, real life, and I think most of us have had some experience like this when we were young. I remember a friend of mine and I sucking each other’s cocks when we were thirteen. We decided it was no big deal. I hope you enjoy reading his account… thoughts? EH
I hear news reports of people telling how their whole lives have been ruined by a tragic sexual assult on them when they were young but it makes me remember something that happened to me. I really don’t want to take away from how some people are obviously terribly tormented by such memories and rightly so! I want to stress that I wouldn’t condone the same thing that I experienced if it happened to anyone else! I guess what I’m trying to say by telling this very private story is that my story is distinctly personal and shouldn’t be used as an incitement for pedophiles.
When I was 7 I stayed home from school for some forgotten reason. I wasn’t sick but my parents both worked so they had to find someone to babysit me for the day. They somehow found ‘Mary’. I can’t recall his real name , nor did I realize at the time why his nickname was ‘Mary’ , but he was a friendly nice boy who I’d seen before and my parents knew his family so they asked me if I was happy enough to be cared for by him for the whole day. I said “sure”.
I was the youngest of my family so the others had gone to work or school which left Mary and I to play on our large acreage property as long as we didn’t go past the gates. Normally if left alone I’d be playing with toy cars or riding my bicycle so I was delighted to have a playmate who seemed to like doing what I wanted to do.
Mary was 15yrs old and as tall as an adult with a slightly soft chubby body and soft girly mannerisms but to me he was just a buddy that kept wanting to play. Shortly after my mom said goodbye we had run to the bottom of the hill ,where a small creek ran past at the edge of our property , to find my little hut I’d built from scrap iron that had a few smelly old blankets to sit on.
We giggled and teased each other as boys do until Mary asked if I wanted to see something? I was curious and pleaded with him to show me his secret.
My parents hadn’t given me the ‘talk’ about sex yet so I knew absolutely nothing about sex , or erections , cum or orgasims , or anything!
Mary’s shorts were soft and baggy so he lay back and showed me the outline of his cock which seemed huge and swollen. I pleaded with him to let me see it. He wasn’t so sure but I took off my pants and showed him mine. I knew I wasn’t supposed to flash my little dick at others but it was fun to make girls squeal so it wasn’t the first time , just the first older boy.
Mary hesitated so I knealt down and held his bulge through his pants , being fairly surprised at how firm it was as well as huge!
“Oh can I see it?” I begged.
He wasn’t sure but didn’t stop me as I slowly opened a gap in his shorts and pulled out a cock so huge it looked nothing like mine at all.
It probably wasn’t all that big but to my little hands it seemed bigger than I had thought possible for something that starts off so small.
I remember the smell and feel from that time as if it were yesterday.
The cock became harder as I played with it. I was fascinated and wanted to know how often it got so hard and if it hurt to squeeze it , or how he was able to make it so big and if he could do it anytime he wanted.
I stroked it without knowing why I was doing it , getting closer and closer for a better look.
When I looked at mary he seemed to be enjoying himself so I kept stroking and playing till I got so close I touched my lips on it.
Mary’s moan made me think I was doing something wrong but he asured me it felt great then pointed out I could stroke it harder and faster if I wanted. The skin slipped beautifuly up and down the stiff shaft in my fist. I’d laid down to get close view of this amazing cock when it swelled up and got a shine to the nob that reminded me of a lollypop so I licked it.
Again Mary moaned then smiled , relaxing his legs and resting his hand on my hair. I was so thankful for him to share his wonderful secret with me I wanted to please him so I asked if there was anything I could be doing?
When he said I could lick it I was sucking it before he’d finished his sentence.
The taste and feel was so wonderful. Mary told me if I kept doing what I was doing I’d get cream from it so I pulled and sucked as best I could till it shot big spurts of cream past my face before I could cover it with my mouth to catch the rest that oozed out much slower.
I kept licking and sucking but Mary explained it might take a while before it spurts again so instead we went outside without our pants on. We played for hours like that. My jiggleing little cock was no match for his thick long cock but we slapped each other with them , swung things off them , grabbed at each others or did anything else we thought that felt good. Several times that day his cock became hard and stood out which made things more fun. I sucked it every time and got cream from it but not as much as the first time.
It was handy that I was only as tall as his waist so I hardly had to bend to suck it when it stood up.
I sucked him on the swings , up the trees , under the house and in the shower.
All day for 8 hours we played and tried to be as naughty as we could think. When it was dinner time that night I thought it would be fun if I hung my little cock out while eating but I was too obvious. My sister squealed and pointed at my penis so I got punished and told never to do it again.
I think they realized it was probably Mary’s influence so I never saw him again but always smile to myself when I remember how much fun I had that day. I wished I could have done it many more times.
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Meet Howie… a 53 year old happily married man living in Queensland, Australia. Unfortunately for Howie, his wife is no longer interested in sex. But, Howie still is, and since he loves his wife, and would never be unfaithful, he seeks relief from sex workers. Howie is not a writer, just an ordinary family man who keeps a diary, well hidden I’m sure, here is a page or two.
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