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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Because I'd often find myself dealing with an adult cock, oh, yeah - feeling a grown up dick shooting stuff in my butt was heavenly but, again, time didn't always allow for that so I'd find myself happily sucking on a grown up dick and waiting for a whole lot of stuff to shoot into my mouth, which would happen a lot faster than it would if the dick was trapped in my ass.

It just became my most favorite thing to do, that and I didn't have to be a genius to figure out that if I swallowed the sperm, I didn't have to worry about it leaking out of my butt - and having a sore butt - and leaving wet spots on the back of my pants that I didn't want to explain to anyone. Back then, of course - I didn't understand oral fixation or, really, anything that I know today. What I did know for a fact is that I loved having a dick in my mouth and sucking on it until its owner shot some stuff in my mouth.

I'd say that I was fortunate that the guys in our little gang all loved having their dick sucked as much as they did sucking dick. There were moments where that's all we did; at the ages we were, refraction wasn't much of a problem. A guy could suck me and make me cum... and I'd be ready to get sucked again in mere minutes and could get sucked maybe four - and sometimes five - times before my ding-dong wouldn't get hard again.

And my friends were like that as well. Even in a one-on-one situation, it was a lot of fun for me to suck a friend off three or four times then lie back and let and watch him suck me off three or four times and it was sheer heaven - I can't explain it any better than that. Now, a lot of guys were moving away from fucking/being fucked so the only thing to do was to suck dick - and I was very good with that and, yeah, even I kinda got away from being fucked because sucking on a dick and making it shoot in my mouth was a hell of a lot more exciting, that and it was easier than running into someone with a dick so big/fat that getting it in my butt wasn't gonna happen without causing some damage I sure as hell didn't want to have to explain.

I'd found myself wanting to suck dick all of the time. It was scary because we could get busted at any time; it was "nasty" because we learned that sperm wasn't the only fluid that came out of our dicks - that and we all knew we shouldn't be doing this in the first place... which just made it even more fun to do. Of all the guys (and, yeah, adults) whose dick I sucked, there was only one guy I wouldn't suck even if I was paid to do it... because he had foreskin and to me, it was just hideous to look at and the thought of having it in my mouth would make me sick to my stomach so whenever he and I got together, nope - wasn't sucking on his ugly dick but he could fuck me with it even if I didn't feel like being fucked.

It wouldn't be until I was 50 that I sucked my first uncut dick and, okay, it was still ugly to look at but I had fun sucking the guy - and, of course, I got mad at myself for not finding this out earlier because I passed up a lot of uncut dicks I could have been enjoying all along.

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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]My early days of learning and discovering sex were a whirlwind of activity, from learning that my ding-dong goes inside of a girl (and that girls were as yucky as I thought) to being introduced to a man's cock and his lust. I'd pretty much gone off the rail over all of it and it was my good fortune to be surround by peers who were just as insane about having sex as I was.

Doing it with a girl was tons of fun and sometimes a very close second to doing it with one of the guys. In our immediate neighborhood, there were a lot of abandoned apartment buildings that we "took over" as our club houses, places we could go to be out of sight of our parents and pretty much do whatever we felt like doing. Some places still had running water and almost all of them had discarded mattresses and linens we could use to cover them up so we could have sex in comfort rather than on hard floors that might give you some splinters where you didn't want them.

So we had places to do it but sometimes what we didn't have was time and one thing we learned as a whole that it took longer to fuck than it did to suck so sometimes all we could do was get to the closest club house, whip out our dicks, suck them, swallow cum (for those who were producing it) and then get back before our parents started looking for us. Sometimes, the closest place was one that didn't have running water on so being able to wash our asses before fucking wasn't gonna happen so sucking each other off was the only and safest thing to do.

Sometimes - and during sleepovers - sucking was quieter than fucking and especially since beds like to squeak and make other noises that would draw unwanted attention and get a nosy parent barging in and asking why we're being so noisy when we should be sleeping.

And we learned that when you spend a lot of time sucking dick, you get even more hooked on doing it. I loved being fucked, feeling a dick sliding in and out of me and if he was shooting, that moment when he'd squirt his stuff in my butt... but because of time and situations, I loved sucking dick and swallowing stuff even more.[/SIZE][/FONT]

Well as of many of you know Wisconsin’s deer hunting is serious business and years past the wife has allowed my indulgence and it allowed her to entertain her private play time with her like minded female friends as I enjoy the North woods with my like minded friends. This years opener was like any other, sitting around playing cards, getting drunk sucking cock and just being naughty men. However this year the wife decided she wanted to make an appearance at deer camp.

Upon arriving Saturday afternoon I walked in to find her and her close friend drinking beer and talking dirty, my wife is someone who loves to dress in a provocative way, and her friend is a bit more conservative but one gets the hint. I greeted them with a pleasant hello and said welcome to deer camp. She smiled and said I suppose you are wondering why we are here with no notice, I am understandably curious, well you are having all the action and it’s not fair so we decided to spice this years hunt up and help you boys make it through the long nights after a hard days hunt.

I always come come in early to start supper but the ladies have already done that, the boys will be heading in around dark and they will be hungry, the wife sporting a tight fitting pair of jeans outlining her tiny little ass was so inviting, her friend Ann was wearing the same thing, Ann’s crotch had a wet spot and said this is not pee, my pussy is horned up ready for you boys to take care of it tonight. I said alrighty then I guess I will shower and the boys will be showing up shortly, so I showered and when done I walked out to see my buddy Steve getting his dick sucked while the wife fingered her wet sloppy pussy. Holy shit it was going to be an opener for the history books. As all the guys returned to the cabin we were all surprised that the girls were so willing to accommodate our sexual proclivities. Being in a very remote setting, and cold outside the ladies took a lot of cock Saturday night, and waking up the next morning I look over and see the wife riding Steve’s cock, my cock and breath must have stunk from the night before but I couldn’t help getting up and licking his balls as he pumped her pussy. He shot his morning load into her and I licked his cock clean, Ann got up and started working her magic on me and I finished her off with a cream pie. So not only did us boys fill our tags but got laid multiple times by 2 horned up women.

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]He protested, said he couldn’t take another sucking and that he wasn’t gonna get hard again and I ignored him because his cock was, indeed, getting hard once more and I took a great deal of pleasure taking him like this and with a finger shoved into his ass, hearing him cry out as he once more spilled into my mouth.

Later, as I made my way home with a belly full of his sperm did get around to “answering” the question of what I was doing and that was what I’d been doing for almost all of my life: Sucking cock, eating sperm, getting sucked and feeding someone my sperm and loving every sinful moment of it.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]To be truthful, I hated moments like this but I also enjoyed them because it made me pay attention to the sin we were committing; it made me pay attention to something other than his mouth on me like how exciting it was to see how the color of our respective skins contrasted against each other as well as seeing a truth and one that asshole that lived in my head was still trying to deny.

I was getting close; even if he couldn’t feel those tremors, I could feel them and I think I told him I was gonna cum because he tightened his grip on my ass to hold me still and started working his mouth on me furiously until my cock swelled, I stopped breathing for a split second, then gasped as I shot my load into his still-sucking mouth.

I wanted to close my eyes, to feel more than see... but the asshole kept them open as I shuddered and shook through my release, making me see the sinful act being completed and watching him studiously working to swallow every thick drop I had to offer.

It was so exciting to see, too; for once, I was glad I got distracted so I could bear witness to the fruits of his labors as he took from me what he wanted to take and that I wanted to give him. It was so exciting that when he finally sat up, I shoved him onto his back and fell once more upon his prick to get it hard so that I could keep sinning and swallow more of his salty seed.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]He was making me feel very good but that damned distraction did its job, making me not really be into it but had me lying there watching him with almost clinical detachment as he sucked my dick and occasionally sucked on my balls. There’s a white guy I met maybe an hour ago now and he’s happily sucking on my cock and the pinkness of his tongue as he ran it along my shaft and circled my knob was just fascinating, as was the fact that his face was even redder than it was after he had shot his load.

Our eyes meet and I could see his hunger, could see the lust burning in eyes that were oddly a bit browner than my own. And for the life of me, I somehow couldn’t figure out why he was enjoying it so much any more than I knew why I was enjoying it. Men weren’t supposed to do this, let alone love doing it... were they?

Of course they were and he proved it by sliding his hands under my ass and trying to coax me to fuck his mouth and while my mind had an objection, my body as hell didn’t mind as I began to gently fuck into his mouth, enhancing my pleasure while, I thought, giving his neck muscles a break.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Despite the distraction, I didn’t miss a drop of his cum, easily holding his short prick fully in my mouth until he was finished and started to soften and I was already thinking about either not stopping or giving him a break and suck him off again later.

I released him and sat up, feeling my muscles protesting from having been in that position and not moving much. I looked at him - his face was flushed a very deep red and I could feel the intense heat flowing off his body as he smiled at me, shook his head for some reason, then proceeded to push me over onto my back so that he could get at the erection I had that had been hidden by my body.

I sighed as his mouth covered me, sliding wetly down my shaft until his nose was buried in my pubic hair; I suppressed a giggle as he gagged once, then again trying to do to me what I had easily and effortlessly done to him just ten minutes ago. He didn’t barf on me - but I thought he was close to it - and he backed off and began sucking me in earnest, his breathing harsh and ragged, sweat flying off of his face and forehead as he worked his mouth and tongue on me.

And my asshole mind was still asking me what the fuck was I doing and didn’t I know I wasn’t supposed to be doing this? And as I always did when this annoying thing happened, I ignored it and opened my eyes to watch him sucking my dick and noticing that he was much better at it than he had said he was.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Time had slowed down; even though I’d only been sucking him for just over six minutes, it felt as if I’d been blowing him for an hour or more. He was getting close, though; I could feel those pre-cum tremors I’d read about years ago in the dirty books I’d swipe from my father’s not so secret stash; they were racing along his shaft and I was giddy with the thought that it wasn’t going to be too much longer before he popped his cork.

He started to fuck upward into my mouth, which was hard for him to do since he was sitting and because I had a good grip on the base of his cock to delay his release so I let go of him and held my head still to accommodate his shirt but urgent strokes. He’s moaning, groaning and cursing while calling on Jesus and if my mouth hadn’t been full of his dick, I would have been smiling if not laughing.

His strokes into my mouth grew erratic, the tremors running up and down his shaft so fast his dick was literally shaking in my mouth; I felt his cock swell, hear him gasp...

And that damned voice in my head asked, “What are you doing?!”

It wasn’t like I’d never heard this before and I knew it was my moral compass pitching a bitch with me for once more breaking all of the rules but it distracted me just long enough to make me lose focus and I wasn’t quite ready to receive his spunk as he fell over the edge.

There was an awful lot of it, too; he’d been truthful when he had told me that it had been a long time since he last got sucked off and now I was playing catch-up as rope after sticky rope of warm cum shot into my mouth, forcing me to swallow faster than I had originally intended to.[/SIZE][/FONT]