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Date: Tue, 5 Jan 2021 21:31:45 +0000 (UTC)
From: Erin Boy <erinboy_98@yahoo.com>
Subject: At The Quarry

At The Quarry

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I started sucking cock at the age of five when my 14-year-old brother
took me into his bed. I had been sleeping in my parents bedroom but when
my little brother was born I was moved to the attic dormitory where my
three older brothers slept. My introduction to this practice was a
singular event, but it planted the seed for a lifetime's obsession. Over
the next few years I  played the usual sex games with several age-mates
both male and female. Mostly "you show me yours and I'll show you
mine" with occasional sucking. One that I've written about is the Nifty
story "Caddy Shack" in which I was persuaded to service a fellow
12-year-old with whom I had gone skinny dipping at a quarry near where I
lived in the summer.

It was two years later, at this same quarry, that I got sucked for the
first time. I was skinny dipping with two younger boys when a man came
out of the bushes at the end of the quarry. He was 40-something, husky
but not fat, with buzz cut hair. I forget what he said as greeting, but I
responded "What, are you a birdwatcher?" He said "Maybe a Jewish bird" as
he began making his way through the bushes across from where the two
younger boys had been drying off. They quickly grabbed their clothes and
took off before the man made it all the way 'round. By then I had gotten
out of the water and was stretched out prone on the warm granite with my
head on my folded forearms.

The stranger did not wait for an invitation but sat down close alongside
my naked body. It started with idle chit chat but soon the conversation
veered to sex, his palm gliding over my spine and caressing my skinny
buttocks. I asked him what he meant when he said he was watching a Jewish
bird. He explained that most local boys in this community were
uncircumcised whereas I did not have a foreskin. My cut cock stirred
beneath me against the smooth rock. His fingers stroked my inner thighs
and between the crack of my ass. He took my hand and stood up and made
for me to go with him. He led me around the quarry, leading me away from
the trail and into the dense bushes from which he first appeared.

He sat me down on a large block of stone and brought his face close to my
five inch cock with its smattering of wispy pubes. He used his tongue at
first, licking my balls and the shaft of my cock. Then he started
sucking. I'd never felt anything so good. I had been shooting cum for a
few months now, but only at my own hand. It did not take long before I
was cumming for the first time in a hot, wet mouth.

I expected him to stop as I had reached a climax, the ultimate goal of my
hand-induced strivings. But he was not stopping at all. Having sucked
every bit of cum out of me, he continued on, alternating speeds and
pressures. I had been sitting upright on the flat stone, but he placed a
palm on my chest and gently pushed me back until I lay flat with my knees
over the edge of the block. Then, after sucking me in that position for
several minutes, he raised my knees up and pulled me closer so that my
butt was right on the edge. Pushing my knees back he withdrew his mouth
from my cock and began to tongue my balls and then there was this new
feeling as his tongue found my asshole. I was his toy to use as he
pleased. His fingers replace his tongue and he returned to sucking my
cock. I couldn't take it much longer and mercifully began to shoot what
little I had left. He gently tongued my cock as it went down. Then he
stood up and walked off into the woods from whence he came.

The next day I saw the two younger boys at the beach and asked them if
they knew who that guy was. They told me his name and said their parents
had told them to stay away from him. It would seem he had a reputation. I
looked him up in the phone book and found he lived about a mile from our
cottage. Several times that summer I rode my bike past his house hoping
to see him in the driveway or the yard. I never saw him again, but I
found out later he got caught with half a dozen young boys on his cabin
cruiser and ended up in jail.

After that Summer I became more active sexually and by the time I
graduated from high school I had had sex with several dozen men and boys.
In my eighth decade now, I'm still active, though the pandemic has closed
almost all of my usual cruising sites. And as we have been keeping
quarantine my wife never leaves the house which means none of my regulars
can come by for a quick blow job or to plough my ass.

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