Mississippi Gay Boy

My best friend Lee returned home from Florida with his family.  It was a great surprise when he phoned me to say he had missed me and wanted to know if he could come to my house.

I think it was less than ten minutes after his arrival before we went into the bathroom where Lee sat on the edge of the bathtub and I took my favorite place, on my knees, between his legs.  I was slurping and sucking like a pig eating slop and Lee was trying to suppress his moaning and whimpering. His dick always smelled so masculine and tasted just as good. Seven or eight inches uncut, medium thick and hard as steel. I sucked him with all the lust and horniness in my soul and nearly came in my underwear when he shot his load in my mouth.  mmmmmmm Fuck yeah!  It was just like old times. My best friend said he had not had even a bad blow job the whole time he was away in Florida. I promised he would not now go one day without getting his big dick sucked.  He no longer needed my grandfather’s porn magazines to get hard. 

We resumed our good times together.  The first time he slept over after returning from Florida was nearly overwhelming.  I was sucking his cock, when he said, “You must have sucked a lot of dicks while I was away, because you do it much better than before.”

I took that as a compliment.  I just rested the side of my head on his flat, hard, lower belly and he humped his hips up and down, shoving his tool into and out of my throat.  When he got ready to come, I raised up, pulled his dick in a perpendicular position, and went up and down on his cock like a steam engine piston. We always had to suppress any noise we would have made and, to this day, I am still pretty quiet when I shoot my load.

When we hadn’t been together for a while, Lee would often phone me and whisper something like, “Man, I need one.”

I would always make him say it.  “What do you mean, you need one.?”

“A blow,” or something similar he would whisper into the phone.  I would tell him to come on by.  It was a nearly thirty-minute walk in the Mississippi summer heat.

It was one of those frustrating times on a late Friday afternoon.  I was alone at home. Lee came by for a blowjob and I had his dick down my throat, pretending to choke myself, when I heard a car horn sound a couple of times. The taxi.   “Shit my grandparents are back from grocery shopping.  Put your dick away.”

He walked around for at least an hour hiding his boner with his hand or a magazine. We finally got some privacy in the day room and I finished the job, the blowjob.  Lick, suck, gag, swallow, lick and slurp like a cheap whore.

“Whose dick were you sucking while I was in Florida.”

I told him about some of the things I had done in his absence and he was fucking bug-eyed the whole time I was talking.

“You remember my aunt with the three kids.  Well, they came to visit for the weekend and that visit turned out to be really interesting.  She slept with the three kids on the living room couch and her husband shared my bed.”

“Yeah, she had twins and one older boy, right?”

“That’s her.  Well, grandma sent me out to the grocery store and my uncle-by-marriage, as we say, went along with me.  After the grocery store, we stopped at a liquor store and then drove to the drive-in restaurant for setups to drink the bourbon we had bought.  I noticed he was not staring at the carhops in their short, tight skirts but the young guys, my school friends running around the parking lot.”

“We were both drunk by the time we got home and we were sent to bed, they told me.  I don’t even remember driving home.  I crashed pretty fast after I crawled into bed and woke up during the night with the uncle’s dick in my mouth.  I was sucking with all my might and was shocked and scared to realize I was blowing my aunt’s husband and he wasn’t protesting.  I kissed him, stuck my tongue in his mouth and he pretended to be asleep.  I went back to his dick and sucked until he shot his load in my mouth.  I had always lusted after grown men more than guys my age, so this was a major event for me.  I went back to sleep with the taste of man cum in my mouth.”

“Man, you have a lot of nerve going for that man’s tool.  Did you lick his nuts?”  I shook my head ‘No.’

“The next morning when I saw my aunt, I wondered if she knew I had sucked off her husband. Rumor in the family was that she had stopped having sex with him after the twins came along. It was Saturday and I knew they were leaving on Sunday to drive back to Atlanta.  So, all day long I was trying to figure out how to get into the uncle’s boxers again.  That night, he said that he was going to bed early and left us watching TV. I waited about 30 minutes to announce my departure from the living room.  I got into bed and after a long period of trying to come up with a plan, I just reached over and grabbed his crotch.  He was hard as a marble statue.  I pulled his cock out through the slit in his boxers and stroked him.  I finally just pushed the covers back and swallowed his cock.  I deep throated him, causing him to get a little loud with his moaning. I got an idea that he should fuck me.  So, I pulled my underwear off, turned him onto his side, backed up to his dick and shoved it in my ass crack.  He immediately started humping me with the serious intention of penetrating my virgin boy cunt.  He couldn’t get in, of course, because I was tight and didn’t understand about lubing and loosening, so I finished him off with my mouth and tongue.  This time when I took him down my throat, he fucked my face and after a couple of minutes unloaded in my mouth.”

“Sweet baby Jesus.  I can’t believe you did that.”

“I can’t believe that he liked getting his dick sucked by a teenage boy.”

I related the time I saw a room number scribbled on the wall inside a stall at the hotel men’s room.  I went up to the room, knocked on the door and a sleepy-eyed man opened the door. “I saw your room number on a wall down in the men’s room,” I said.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said.  He then turned and walked back to his bed, leaving the door open.  I walked in, shut the door behind me and walked over to the bed.  He reclined on top of the covers with eyes closed.  I pulled his cock out of his boxers, crawled up onto the bed and slobbered all over his cock and balls.  He ran his fingers through my hair, pressing the back of my head downward just before he unloaded in my mouth.

“Swallow my cum faggot.” Such talk gives me pleasurable chills.  Maybe he was a straight guy who was just fucking horny.

I wiped my mouth on the back of my hand, got off the bed and left.

Another time, a guy came into the hotel men’s room, flashed me his room key so I could see the room number on the key tab. He looked at me over his shoulder as he left.  I waited five minutes and went to his room.  He was in town to work on the construction of a nearby power plant.  Muddy boots, construction safety hat, tool belt, jeans, boot socks. A fucking Real Man. Mmmmmm so sexy.

I climbed on the dude’s bed and worked on his dick for a couple of hours; letting a mouthful of spit, run down his shaft onto his ball sac. Then I licked it up.  He had about seven inches, and smelled so good. I nibbled on his shaft up and down and licked his body all over. He tried to get my face in his arm pit but I resisted and didn’t let it happen. He was OK with that.  Years later, when a big muscular body builder forced me to smell and lick his pits I would realize what I had been missing all these years.

“I wish you had come up here earlier but I have to get some sleep before getting up at 5:00 AM, so I’m gonna cum now and you’re gonna eat it.”  Fuck, that talk gave me a surge of horniness.

Lee sat there listening intently to my every word, getting a huge boner while I was talking about my furthering cocksucker education in his absence.

I told him, “Also, your little brother knows about the hotel men’s room.  He told me that he was there with ya’lls young cousin getting a blowjob.  Your brother had already shot his load through the gloryhole while fucking a guy’s mouth and was waiting for your cousin to finish when they heard footsteps on the stairs. The guy behind the gloryhole wouldn’t let the cousin pull his dick through, so the newcomer went to the urinals and watched the blowjob in progress.”

“Oh, and I blew your older cousin Danny, while you were away. He spent the night with  and on  another night I spent the night with him and talked him into sucking my dick and then he put Ben-Gay on his dick to jackoff.

“He put fucking Ben-Gay on his cock?”

“Yeah, pushed the foreskin back and lubed every inch of his dick with Ben-Gay.  Said it felt good.”

“You know how much that shit burns?”

“I do.  I didn’t use it.”

Lee and I continued getting together when we could and not much new happened until after I had my 15th birthday.  I had decided when I was about seven-years-old that I was gonna be on the radio.  I listened to several far-reaching clear channel stations from around the US at night and paid attention to how these guys spoke.  In short, I trained myself to lose my Mississippi accent and when I was 15, I applied for and got a part-time job at one of our two local radio stations.  I began the Saturday evening shift which included a 50-minute DJ show from 10:10 PM to 11:00.  My best friend was with me most of those evenings in the studio.

I saved my earnings and with a little help from my absentee father’s very small forced support fund I was able to buy my first car. Now, getting around would be a breeze. Lee and I were out and about every Saturday night, meeting our friends at the local drive-in restaurant.  Afterward we would go back to my house to sleep and have a little sex.

Lee was not always around because he had to help his father with house painting and his dad was no longer so lenient when Lee asked to go to my house.  I had a car and could easily go out cruising for dick without him.

There was a guy who stood around on Friday night in front of one of our two pool halls.  He always had one foot extending beyond the curb.  I found that strange.  I often drove by in my car cruising him and finally one night he came over to my car and got in.  We drove around but he was not interested in doing anything with me.  He told me the foot over the curb was a sign that he was looking for queer sex.  This queer was from across the river in Louisiana and drove his mother to my town for bridge night.  While his mom was playing cards he was cruising for gay sex.  The stranger told me about some guys in town that he had sex with.  Said he had done the sheriff’s son. Told me about a Lebanese guy who humped his leg. Said one night he was wearing navy blue slacks and the Lebanese dude fucked up those slacks when he shot his load on the leg.  I couldn’t figure out who he was talking about at the time of the revelation, but the Louisiana guy said he fucked a high school football coach a couple of times a month.  I would figure out which coach it was at a later date.

A football coach at my school also taught a couple of classes like math and history.  When he was lecturing to the class, he would stand in front of his desk, ass pressed against the edge of the desk, legs spread, text book in hand.  He would rub the spine of the text book up and down his crotch while he was talking.  I could always see the shape of his dick through the pants because he got a semi while stimulating himself.

I had that teacher for gym in my junior year.  He knew I hated gym and pulled me aside one day and told he me he knew I didn’t have fun in gym class and he would give me an alternative, if I wanted.  My fantasy took over and I just knew he was gonna let me sit in his office during gym and he would come in at some point and make me suck his dick to repay the favor.  When he was talking, he had his hands all over me.  Squeezing my shoulders, rubbing my back, hands resting on my ass. But nothing happened.  I guess I was too stupid to react to his touches to let him know I would do anything he wanted.  He said he had worked out a deal with another teacher I knew who liked me and I would report to her each day and be her assistant.

During my entire life, I have missed opportunities because signals of opportunity passed right over my head.  That day with the coach was one of them. 

Since, during high school, I was on the radio playing the music kids my age liked to hear, I had become somewhat of a celebrity at school. I acquired a lot of friends in and outside of school.  And, after about one year I moved to the second radio station in town where I had more live DJ hours and gained more experience. 

On Friday or Saturday nights, guys from my class at school would load up a couple of cars with horny teenager guys from school and go a local drive-in movie theater.  My car was always involved on Friday nights.  On one of those nights a cute guy in the group who I was friends with was in the back seat of my car; the other guys had gone to the other cars and the concession stand.  My bud had his little dog with him and told me, “Reach back here and feel his hard-on.”

“Man, I’m not interested in your dog’s dick.”

“Then feel of mine,” he said

I reached back and grabbed his crotch.  He groaned and said, “You wanna suck my dick?”

“Yeah, come up in the front seat, fucker.”

I blew his seven-inch uncut teen dick for about five minutes before he came and went.  Another kid came over and got in. I blew him. He had a long and thin cock which never got completely hard. He left and yet another guy got in.  He didn’t turn me on so we just chatted and he left.  Willy eventually came over, got in and I blew him for the first time. He had a rather small dick.

I gave the bud and his dog a ride home.  Silence the entire way.  He was not as close and friendly after that. At school he would speak politely but avoided me.  I would learn over the years that this happened a lot when horniness went and guile came in.

Another fun thing we did was load up a car with guys, drive to a secluded location and have a circle jerk.  The winner was either the first or last to cum.  That changed from time-to-time. On a Friday night one of our circle jerk guys from school picked me up at the drive-in restaurant and wanted me to drive out with him.  I knew what was happening.  We were jerking off together when he said he missed getting blowjobs because his girlfriend was off with her parents on vacation.  I offered to help.  He was so big, I couldn’t do much with him and he said, “That doesn’t even feel good.”  So, I jerked him off.

In the mean-time I had gotten a new used car, a blue and white Chevrolet.

I picked up in the hotel men’s room the local bus driver I mentioned way back in another chapter.  We drove out of town in my Chevy and parked.  He had a dick so thick I could only get a couple of inches in my mouth.  He was 11 or 12 inches in length and nearly as thick as a beer car.  I was getting high on his monster cock when I noticed he kept sliding more and more over the edge of the car seat.  Finally, he said, “Fuck me with your teen boy dick.”  I had only fucked a school teacher who took me home with him before, but I shoved my hard cock up the bus driver’s big ass and when I slid inside his man cunt, my whole body shuddered with delight.  My god that was good.  I held off my orgasm as long as I could. I filled his man cunt with my teenage spunk, and a lot of it.  After I pulled out, he grabbed my head, shoved my face down on his big dick and shot his load in my mouth.  This was absolutely one of my hottest experiences.  He was a big guy, no fat on his body, dark hair, movie star face, muscles, just fucking hot all over. I remember him vividly, his bus driver grey uniform, his two-tone Buick and his large cock; the largest I saw during my school days. Most of all I remember that time in my car on a deserted road and the smell of cum inside my Chevy.

When I was in school, I never hid the fact that I was a cocksucker.  The morning after the failed blowjob in my bud’s car, as I walked into a classroom, one of my friends yelled out, “Hey, Daryl said you tried to give him a blowjob last night.”  I was just inside the classroom and Johnny was loud enough for anyone in the room to hear, but no one paid attention.

Another time as I was driving away from the radio station in my Chevy, I noticed a school friend walking home.  I stopped and asked if he needed a ride.  He got in and after a minute or two said, “I got a deal for you.  I’ll let you cornhole me if you give me a blowjob.”

“OK.”

I drove to the City Cemetery and parked between grave plots.  We got in the backseat of my car.  This sexy, red-haired boy, took off his jeans and pulled his legs up with his ass off the seat and slightly in the air.  My dick was leaking precum like a fountain and, try as I might, every time I tried to push into his asshole, my dick slipped all the way out of the crack. I gave up. “Let me just suck you off.”  To this day I don’t know if the cornhole offer was just a bluff to get his dick sucked or if he had already been, or was willing to get fucked.  But I was too big and slick to penetrate him.

I didn’t realize it at the time, but am aware today, that the meaning or intent of things people say or do often slip right past me.  For instance, one day while I was on the air at the radio station, a school friend came by to visit.  I don’t know what prompted that but we talked for a few minutes until I was getting off my shift.  I offered him a ride home.  Turns out he had moved out of his parents’ home and was living at the YMCA, about half a block from the radio station.  We sat in my car and talked and then he got out and went inside to his room.  Years later, I thought about that incident and wondered if he had wanted me to come on to him.  There were many of those situations.

Back when I still had my old two-tone Ford, Lee and I drove out to a favorite swimming hole a few times one summer.  I liked going there because there was so much eye candy.  A Lebanese guy was always there in his small, tight swimming trunks. He had the skin tone that turns me on, muscles, short hair, hairy legs, hairy, thick pecs and a big bulge in his trunks.  I spent a lot of time staring at him. 

Years later, I left the radio station late one night and was walking to my car, when a sparkling bright red Buick car pulled over and the driver asked if he could give me a ride. It was the Lebanese guy.  I assumed he was interested in more than giving me a ride so I got in. 

We drove for about thirty seconds, when he grabbed my hand and shoved it in his crotch.  “I was out with this girl the other night and she wouldn’t do anything until I did that,” he said.  I squeezed and didn’t move my hand for a minute and he asked, “You do anything with your school buddies, like that?”

For some reason, I just blurted out, “Sometimes I suck them.”

“You wanna go down to my store where I have a private room?  I agreed and he drove the less than one-minute distance to the supermarket.  In the back was a small room with a mattress on the floor and a table in the corner.  He shoved me with my ass against the table and humped his crotch up and down my leg getting himself hard.  He then pushed me to my knees, took out his six inches of uncut dick and shoved it between my lips. He held my head with both hands and fucked my face for a couple of minutes and unloaded in my mouth.  It wasn’t the best-tasting load I’ve been given but it was cum and I swallowed. 

He and I got together for the same five-minute interlude several times afterward.  And, he must have talked around because I got a couple of calls at the radio station from different Lebanese shop owners inviting me to come by and try on some clothes that  they could give me a good deal on.  I never took those guys up on their offers because my cocksucker reputation was getting around much to quickly.

The Lebanese leg fucker called me at home one night and said he had someone he wanted me to meet.  I drove to the supermarket, he let me in and took me to the backroom. After I walked inside, I couldn’t believe my eyes.  This must be some kind of trick.  But, the store owner said, “I’ll wait for you guys out in the store.”

I walked over to my high school football star, put my arms around him and felt his hardon against my own.  I reached down, felt his dick through his jeans, then undressed him down to his briefs, told him to get on the mattress and then I sucked that boy like a powerful Hoover.  He lasted about five minutes.  Goddamned, this hot muscle boy, star football player had just filled my mouth with his sperm.

We went through this dance once more a few weeks later. Phone call, backroom, undress, suck, lick, slurp, swallow. 

Many years later when I was back in my hometown to visit my mother, I was talking to a guy in her apartment building who asked about my high school and graduation year. “Oh, you might know my cousin.” 

H

Turns out his cousin was the guy I blew twice in the backroom of the Lebanese guy’s supermarket.  The cousin had gone on to be a college football star.  Nice.

The Lebanese dude phoned me another time and said he had someone he wanted me to meet.  When I asked who it was, he didn’t want to tell me.  When I told him I was going to hang up, he gave me the boy’s name.  It was the younger brother of the guy with the dog I blew in my car at the drive-in theater.  I declined the offer. 

Every teenage boy has a girlfriend and my second had just broken up with me.  Lee had met his future wife.  Yep, trouble in River City.  We often double-dated and after taking the girls home would go back to my house for me to suck Lee’s dick and then get my reciprocal hand job before we went to sleep.

Lee’s girlfriend got pregnant during her senior year in high school and I came unglued but hid my emotional reaction well.  I started dating Lee’s sister to keep a close connection with him.  The four of us were soon married folks.

After Lee got married, he and I stopped having sex together and I took a job on the Gulf Coast.  On a weekend visit back home, my mother-in-law, sister-in-law and my wife came up with a scheme that would have my wife remain there until the following weekend, and Lee would go home with me to the Gulf Coast and stay for the week.

After the second night of sleeping in the same bed with Lee, I could take it no more.  I reached over and squeezed his junk hiding behind his tighty-whities.  He pulled down his underwear and I did my usual thing.  It was good to suck his dick after a long time.  When it came time for my hand job, Lee asked if I had “a sock or something.” 

“What?”

“Since I got married and became active in the Catholic Church, I am not allowed to touch another man there without sinning.  So, if you slip a sock over your dick, I can jack you off without touching your dick.”

I was both insulted and horny.  The latter won out.  After I came, I stayed awake for a while trying to see the logic in the sock-on-my-dick routine.  He could put his dick in my mouth and force me to swallow his big baby-making-sperm-load, but his hand could not come in direct contact with my cock.  No wonder I never got the religion bug growing up.  I drove him home on the weekend and we never had sex again. 

I saw him years later in a shopping mall while I was visiting my mom.  He invited me to his home for a drink but I didn’t go.  Lee was my first love, but too many things changed for the love to develop if it actually would have.  Marriage, religion, distance.  I severed all ties with Lee’s family when his sister filed for divorce rather than leave mommy and join me in San Francisco at my first Army assignment.  I joined the Army while working on the Gulf Coast to get away from the chronically lazy wife I never did love.

During that time working on the Gulf Coast, I had some hot adventures also.  I often cruised the men’s room at a beach hotel down the highway from the Tradewinds Hotel that hosted the radio station where I worked.  One night, sitting in a stall, I peeked through a crack to see a soft but thick cock hanging down over the nearby urinal.  Turns out it was an Air Force guy I knew professionally via the radio station.  Took him back to my office and blew him on the lushly- carpeted floor.  He was horny but didn’t reciprocate.  I swallowed his thick, cut, eight-inch-dick.  He was a tall, hot-looking blond and I had always been attracted to him.  Afterward, he said “doing it with someone you know is like doing it with your brother.”

“What’s wrong with that?” I asked, seriously.  I was an only child.

I met a marine biologist in the Tradewinds Hotel bar. We drove out several times in his T-Bird, sucked each other off a couple of times and then drove back to the bar for a nightcap.  He had about eight uncut inches I loved to feel stretching my throat.  He wasn’t a particularly good cocksucker but he started late in life and I am always more interested in the other dick than my own.  I never touch my own when I am servicing another guy.  I didn’t do it when I was 12 and sucked my best friend off and I don’t remember ever doing it since then.

I also cruised and picked up a few times the younger brother of the Tradewinds Hotel pool lifeguard. The first time I blew the younger guy, he told me his brother was the hotel lifeguard.  I quickly said that I would not mention our little sexcapade to his older brother.  He said it didn’t matter because the lifeguard was also queer.

One night the program director at the Gulf Coast radio station took me home with him after work to listen to some music and drink some scotch.  He determined I was too drunk to drive home and I should stay with him that night.  In bed together, I could not go to sleep because there was a man beside me wearing only Jockey tighty-whities.  I waited until I thought he was asleep and reached over to feel his dick through his underwear.  He was as hard as a rock.  I played with his hardon a little but then turned over and went to sleep.  Probably five inches.

That pretty much sums up my growing up as a gay boy in Mississippi.  But, since after my brief army assignment in San Francisco, I was assigned to The American Forces Network (AFN) in Munich, Germany, it seems right that I should write a series called, “Munich Adventures.”  Look for it, please.                           

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