How did I get to be bisexual? First I discovered my cock for real when I was ten. I could get it hard and play with it for hours without it ever going downâŠit just stayed up there like a spring, I could push it down and it would spring up and slap me in the belly. About a year later, it seemed to thicken and suddenly grow another inch, and, I started getting hair down there. Of course all boys compare notes, and my friend Brad and I were pissing under a bridge one summer day and we just decided to strip all our clothes off and run around.  We even ran up the edge of the road, looked both ways, and then ran across the road to the other side and back down under the bridge..then we decided we should touch each other, taste each others cock, and fuck. Well, I got to feel another boys ball sack for the first time, and got to taste his salty cock in my mouth. When he put me in his mouth all the way, it felt really good. Neither of us knew what the hell we were doing, so, it never went any further than that, I got behind him and stuck my dick between his butt cheeks and shoved a couple of timesâŠdidnât feel particularly good for either of us, so we got dressed.
Two weeks later, he moved away. When school started, we were all at least eleven years old in my class, and there were a couple boys who were twelve and were more than happy to share their summer experiences with us. One boy told us how he had discovered his cousinâs playboy magazine and was just sitting there playing with his dick, and looking at the magazines like he always did when all of a sudden, he felt really good, and then white stuff started shooting out of his dick all over the bed and the floor. Â He said that now he would make it do that a lot, three times a day, and one time he did it three times in a row.
I was intrigued. I had always played with myself for hours on end but that had never happened to me, but I was determined to make it happen. I used to play Army in my Dadâs lumber mill after hours and use the bathroom in the building, since it was right next to our house property. One day, I found a copy of a playboy magazine in the bathroom reading pile, and snitched it, and hid it under a big pile of straw in the hay loft in the barn next to the house. That hay loft became one of my favorite places, and the first place to receive the gift of a white hot load of my semen. I wish, to this day, I could remember the particular issue of Playboy that I had, but I read it.cover to cover, and jerked off to every single photo of naked women in it. It had taken several sessions of my looking at the magazine, and playing with myself before the âbig oneâ  finally happened. One day, its started to feel really good, and I could feel that veiny young cock starting to throb in my hand. A pressure began to build in my groin, strange at first, yet wonderful, like my whole soul  was directed at my cock, building and centering itself there..the pressure also hit my head too, and then I realized I had stop breathing, but it didnât matter because just then it all hitting a tipping point..and soon it felt like I was being drained through the tip of my cock, spasm, after spasm. It felt good like a really satisfying pee feels after holding it for a long time, but so much better. I panted and panted as each wonderful contraction sent a jet of watery cum shooting out, two feet or more from my cock, maybe four or five good cum ropes onto the hay. It finally subsided, and the last squirts merely fell back on my cock and onto my fingers. Hot, white, pearly looking substance coating my fingers and my dick. I rubbed it around on my fingers and it felt so slippery. I smelled itâs oaky scent, also a hint aroma of ammonia, and then I tasted it, salty, slightly bitter, but sweet also. My dick continued to emit fluid now, mostly clear, and I scooped up some on my finger and put it into my mouth. It was salty sweet and delicious, not strong and musky like the pearly looking cum. Ever since Iâve called this the after cum, which as we all know is similar to pre-cum, so sweet and so delicious.
For the rest of the school year I made my pilgrimage to the hay loft, faithfully, every day after school to unload into the hay. On weekends, I often went into the lumber yard, disrobed, and ran naked in the lumber stacks. The lumber workers almost always provided provided me a space between the twelve foot high, 12 foot long stacks of high grade redwood lumber. Not really for me, but space to run the 8 foot forks into when they moved the stacks, without disrupting the other row. I had strategically placed socks and rags in the stacks where I could jerk off into, or if I didnât feel I needed too, could just shoot my cum into the gravel.I often wondered what the works thought when they found the starchy pieces of cloth or stiff socks stuffed into the lumber stack. Did they think I was doing it?
One day, when it was raining like buckets, I had to stay in, and had the overpowering urge to shoot a load. You all know how that feels, it just comes up on you: one minute, youâre gluing up an AMT plastic car model, and the next , youâve got to shoot a load!!! I went into the bathroom, hoping I would not be disturbed long enough to rub one out, before one of my three sisters needed to use the bathroom. I was already semi hard, so it was a simple matter, to stimulate myself into a frenzy. Iâm sitting there on the toilet lid, hard as a rock. The though occurred to me like a shot, My cock felt so good in Bradâs mouth, I wish I could put it in my own mouth!. For some reason, it was very easy on the toilet. I reached down, grabbed the sides of the toilet, and pulled myself down towards my own cock. I could barely reach my cock head with my tongue the first time, but my pre-cum was already flowing hot and sticky, and dripping, and I was able to dip my tongue in that wonderfully clear fluid, with all itâs sweetness. Just a little more, that all I needed to get my mouth down to the head. I sat up and arched my back, and stretched my neck, pulled myself down again and pulled my stomach in towards me, and my lips touched my own cock for the first time. I pulled harder and my lips were past the head and I could feel the ridge of my cock head with my tongue. And then I rocked forward, One stroke, two strokes, three stokes, and four, I was giving myself a blowjob, that mythical act that all of us had heard about. It felt so awesome and natural and wasnât like my hand at all, I could adjust instantly with my mouth to the feeling that I needed on my cock. Two more stokes was enough for me to explode into my own mouth. Enough cum that I could not contain it, it choked me with the surprise, and ran out both sides of my mouth as I pumped my cock against my lips as I spurt a massive load of splooge into my young, cock virgin mouth. I was breathless, and the frothy, teenaged sweet cum ran down my face on both sides. I remember it so well to this day.  For years, until I hit about 28, I could still suck myself, and did as much as possible, even though my first wife was especially talented at getting me to cum. I never felt she meant it, because she made a funny face after I shot off my seed into her mouth, and then she would get up and run to the sink and spit my essence out, like so much mouthwash. Alas, with old age comes the thickening belly and a well less limbered back and neck. I gave up trying, wisely thinking that I would eventually accidentally fuse my own vertebrae in a pit of self sucking frenzy one night, unable to move, they would transport me, my dick, still in my mouth, to the hospital , in front of God and everyone. These days, your cocks, my friends,  must be a stand in for the one cock in this world I really loveâŠmy own.. but I promise to treat yours just as lovingly as I did mine, and swallow every drop!!!
Dave (true story!!) Â Â Â
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