He used two of his fingers to suggest my mouthopen, which I did obediently, and slid his boxers past his balls. A slightly erect penis fell before my ...ace, its head resting onmy lips as I waited for His permission to start sucking. The hand returned to the back of my head, but checked to make sure my mouthremained open first. He then pushed me down onto his cock and I quickly began sucking. While he rested that hand on my head, now andthen pushing me further onto him, he continued to tease my. I had sobered up a bit and the reality of what Iwas doing hit me and I was in a panic. I tip toed to the bathroom,wiped off the rest of the lipstick, put on my clothes and left. As Isobered up, I was pretty freaked out. It had been my first experiencewith a man and as a kid growing up, the worst insult anybody could throwat you was fag. And here I was, completely emasculated, but reallyturned on by it. I was not sure of what that meant, or the consequencesof my actions.I had blood in the. They all nodded their heads in compliance as the girls were fixing their hair and makeup.“It was 1955, I was 13, and your mother was 12. There wasn’t much to do in those days. School and home were all we had; TV had only been around for half a dozen years. We weren’t well off enough to afford one of those carton sized TVs.”“We read each other books and stories; Mom would let us go to the movies if we’d been good enough. After Sarah became 13, I took her to see ‘Rebel Without a Cause, ‘ which. Should her first time be like mine, grappling in the backseat of a car, hurried and over before it started and then left with the feeling of "Is that all there is?" But this wasn't right was it?There were no feelings of jealousy as one might expect. He and I had an understanding of sexuality. One that most people wouldn't dare adapt. The ultimate was us sharing with one another, completely. Our time together had been marked with the fulfilling of every fantasy that each of us had with the.