Charles, my hot neighbor

In 1956 East Texas, the word "gay" was unknown as it now refers to the male homosexual community:  the word "queer", however, was known and popular and aimed at guys in either a joking or an accusatory manner.  I had learned to suck dick in  the Boy Scouts; we had two high school seniors as assistant leaders, and they loved blow jobs.  I was not sure about the hows, whens and whys of sucking a dick, but I have always been curious and a quick learner.  Unfortunately, I was also very naïve and did not bother to hid my proclivity for cock sucking.  Now mind you, I was not the only cock sucker in my troop, just the most eager!  This would come back to haunt me later in high school as some of the guys I gave blow jobs to just couldn't keep that fact to themselves!  Resulted in hurt feelings and panicked moments on my part for several years.

Charles was tall, hairy chested, handsome, and lived across the street from me. We went riding one day in his dad's new '55 Chevy Belair hard top, turquoise and white (of course). Charles drove us down a deserted street and parked at the edge of a pasture outside the city limits. After some meaningless conversation, he casually asked if I would suck his dick!  I readily agreed and he pulled out a 8" throbber with foreskin intact.  I was mesmerized; I suppose that this was the biggest dick I have ever seen, it was hard, and it was mine to play with.  Charles scooted down in the seat, loosening his jeans, and sliding them off his hips and down to his ankles.  And he also had a big nut sac just full of testicles!  I was in hog heaven!

I licked the head and began to suck.  As I sucked, his foreskin slipped back and I ran my tongue all over the head of his dick; I could tell he was into it, as he moaned and kept pushing my head onto his dick.  I could not take it's full length in my mouth, but I tried. After about 2 or 3 minutes, he let me know he was about to cum.  Too late!! At the same instant he spoke, his dick sent volleys of cum into my mouth.  While I had never tasted any cum except my own, it was a delightful experience.  He pulled his dick free, opened the car door and stood to pee.  Now this was when I was a sophomore in high school and Charles was a junior.  I continued to suck his dick for the next few year; he went into the USMC, and the last blow job I gave him was on the afternoon of his wedding.  This is a vivid memory even though it happened over 60 years ago.