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Being a teen in 1975 was a unique time. I had just moved to Southern California with my family, and being at the age of sexual awakening during the mid Seventies in the suburban Los Angeles area was a revelation to a gawky midwestern boy like me. Suddenly there was sex, or the prospect of it, everywhere. Dirty book stores sprung up across the landscape. Trashy newspapers on the corner in the vending rack. Movie theaters devoted to X-rated films right in your own neighborhood! Not that I could go in them yet… but to be at that age at that time was a festival of curiosity and desire.
Before coming west I had already had some limited experience with boys my own age. The usual things, during sleepovers… party games and dares. Whoever loses has to put a dick in his mouth for thirty seconds… that kind of thing. I liked it more than my friends. To them it was experimentation and a way to get stimulation before jacking off in the dark, while thinking your friends didn’t all know what each other was doing. They were jacking off to fantasies of as yet unseen and unattainable pussy. I was stimulating myself to the memories of the cocks I had just sucked, perhaps a little too enthusiastically.
Here in California I made friends with the neighbors. They had three boys, one 19, one my age, and one two years younger. The one my age was named Dennis. Lucky for me he turned out to be gay. Dennis was my first lover and led me to the adventures I lived in those days.
I don’t think most young boys experimenting start out as bottoms. I think fear and the need to get off make them tops by necessity but someone has to receive, and that was where I found my place with Dennis. Even though I wanted to get off I’d have to make him cum first, and of course teen boys can be stallions in the endurance department. They cum over and over again and that turned out to be a dream for me. Dennis was, at 18, much larger than I was in all aspects. Though I was of legal age as well I looked much younger, had a slight build, and very soft almost feminine qualities, and I quickly discovered my place as a bottom for him and his magnificent dick.
Dennis had a great cock, even at that age it was like a full grown man’s, thick, big, uncut, and with a nice downward bend at the end of the shaft that made for perfect penetration of my throat. He could take my mouth over and over again and that was the first time I tasted cum. Thick, like tapioca, and sweet, not bitter like some, his cum filled my belly on many summer nights, as his brothers slept in the next room or we camped in the backyard.
The first time it happened I was surprised. I knew that at some point it would, and I was very curious if I’d like it, and he gave me no warning. Just a sudden groan and what felt like a full mouth of warm semen, and Dennis held me in place so I couldn’t pull away. “Swallow it” he ordered and I did. After that I was his bitch. He made me his bottom.
It wasn’t long before he decided he wanted to fuck me. This was scary, I didn’t think I could take it but he insisted.
We were at his place alone one hot summer day, when he decided he wanted it. I was terrified. I dropped to my knees and took out his cock, hoping to make him cum and forget about it for a while. But secretly I wanted it as much as he did. So in time I bent over doggy style and waited for him. Very nervous but rock hard myself. “Not here in the living room”, he said and took me to his sisters room in the front of the house.
He spit on his hand and rubbed it across his thick cockhead, pushing against my virgin asshole. Wow that was tight! Not going anywhere! “Wait, I’ve done this before, I can open you up”, he said. He went to the dresser and got the bar of cocoa butter his sister used at the beach. Coming back he spread it on my asshole then shoved a finger in me. It was delicious. He moved it around a bit then put a second finger in me.
Thirty seconds of that is what passes for foreplay with young year old boys in heat, and suddenly I felt his giant cockhead at my back door again. A sharp jolt of pain went up me as he pushed the head in just past my sphincter and paused, and I was grateful for the moment to catch my breath… I was suddenly having second thoughts. “Hang on a sec Denny, I… OW!!” I yelped as he slid most of the way into me. It felt like he’d fired a bullet up my ass, and when he stopped for a moment again I wasn’t at all sure I wanted this.
“Shh!! Don’t make a lot of noise, or Bill will hear you! Do you want him knowing what you do for me?” Dennis said.
Bill was the middle aged guy across the street and was the guy every neighborhood had- the skeevy guy who ran a contractor business or something and always had a bunch of young guys around. We both knew what probably went on over there but it was too intense a scene for novices like us. We didn’t want to catch their attention lest we have to fend off the attention of Bill. Our secret was for us only.
As he pushed further into me Dennis shoved my face down into the pillow. He began to move his hips and I felt his cock going in and out of me, a couple times slipping out completely then the head opening me again, easier each time. I felt like I was being torn apart by him, wondering how long I could take it, but being held down like him and used was thrilling in a way I’d never felt. He held my face down and asked “do you like this now?” I whimpered that I did.
“You can ask me to do it, that’ll make me cum faster if you just want it over “ he said, and I whined “ok Dennis fuck me and cum please!” He obliged with gusto, still holding my face in the pillow, and I thought I heard him laugh a little as the breeze blew in the open window. It sounded like someone was out there and I tried to raise my head but he slammed it down and turned me across the bed a little bit. We were right by the open window as he began sawing my ass again.
“So, are you a faggot now?” He asked as he drilled me, long and slow, and I could smell my own ass on the summer breeze in the hot room, mingling with the smell of cocoa butter and adıyaman escort linen. “You have to say it if you want me to stop!” “No I just want to suck you,” I said, thinking I could still talk him into just pulling out and getting his rocks off and forget about my aching ass.
“I can do this all day without cumming”, he said, pausing for a few seconds nearly outside me, then smoothly pushing all the way inside me. “How long can you take it?”
“Not long” I said, but my own cock was dripping. “I can’t take much more!”
“You do as I say and I’ll come and you can go home” he said, this time really slamming me.
“OW!!! No please, stop” I yelled, trying to raise my head again, and he pushed it back down. I saw nothing but lace pillows and felt the hot wind from the window and struggled to keep myself still so he would finish.
“Then tell me what you are”
“A faggot” I hollered.
“Louder” he said.
“I’M A FAGGOT!” I said loudly.
“Do you like cocks in your ass faggot?” He sneered.
“No!” I said and he responded by really giving it to me while slapping my ass hard.
“OWW!! Yes! I like it!”
“So if I tell you to suck a friend off will you?”
What was this? We’d kept it to ourselves, I didn’t know he was playing with other boys. “Maybe” I said, which made him fuck me even harder. “NO! I mean yes!! YES!!! I’m a faggot and I’ll suck anyone you say if you just stop!”
I felt him pause for a split second, then felt his cock twitch. Then throb repeatedly, and I felt his cum shooting deep into my virgin ass. He held still so I didn’t even mind that much when he slapped my ass again and said, “no you’re no faggot, you just wanted me to finish,” and I whimpered, “no really I love it just give me time to learn how to do it right.”
“Yeah? Tell me what you like about it and I’ll stay in you until I’m soft, and I won’t push it in any more for now.”
“I like that is so thick, not just skinny like mine… I like the head and how it tastes. And how you make me take it. It hurts but I like that.”
“OK. So will you suck another guy off instead of me?”
“Who?” I said and that was the wrong answer because he started slamming me again. This time, it didn’t hurt much and I actually enjoyed it. But I understood the rules of the game he was playing so I said “ow ow ow yes OK I will suck him!”
“Who” he replied, echoing my earlier qualification.
“Anyone you say!” “So you’re a certified queer now?” He asked.
“YES!!” I fairly shouted and heard snickering at the window.
Dennis pulled his cock out in one motion and it hurt like hell and I raised my head, and a foot from my face were two of the older guys who hung out across the street. “Faggot” one of them taunted, and I was mortified.
“Oh my god, no” I cried as they laughed. Tears filled my eyes and I felt a wave of horror and humiliation wash over me as Dennis laughed with them. “OK shows over” he said and they turned and headed back across the street to the mysterious den of iniquity over there.
I was crying for real now as I realized Dennis had set me up to be caught. These boys were there watching the whole thing and had heard every word I said about loving Dennis’ cock. “Don’t be so ashamed, this is what you like and you know what happens over there. They do it too.Just relax.” He sat me down and my stil hard cock was in his mouth. He began taking me deep into his throat, and I began to forget about my humiliation for a moment as I was overtaken by teenage boy animal lust.
Through my tears I saw his head bobbing on my cock, so small compared to his, and soon I couldn’t help myself. “Do you want me to warn you if I’m going to cum?” I asked, and he mumbled “nah-uh” with his mouth full of cock.
I suddenly came and he gobbled every bit up. “Nice one,” he said, swallowing.
I suddenly remembered what had happened and said, “I have to go now”. Anxious to get away and process the events that had just transpired.
“OK, but look, I’m sorry I was showing you off to those guys but I’ve been over there and it’s fun. You should stop by. Bill gives us beer and pot and there is always something going on there. Every time my dad’s out of town I spend the whole weekend there.”
Is that where he disappears to I thought… sometimes he was “off with his other friends” his mother would say, when I came over. I didn’t know who those friends could be until now. And how is it possible she didn’t know when he was right across the street? She must know what went on at that house. But she was always drunk, and fucking other guys, and AWOL whenever the man of the house was gone. He was a long haul trucker and would disappear for a week or more at a time, so with his dad gone and her occupied with booze and guys Dennis was on his own a lot.
“I don’t think so” I said, knowing that keeping a low profile with this sort of thing was better off all around. Especially if I didn’t want my parents to know what I was up to.
“I think you will, and I want you to, so you will, because I have one thing you want and one thing you don’t want,” he said. “My cock, and your secret.”
Blackmailed. My first lesson in submission was unfolding and I didn’t even realize it.
“Tomorrow is Friday. Dad’s already gone, Mom’s off drunk in a motel, you’re going to ‘spend the night’ here with me as far as your parents know. It’ll be fun.”
I panicked. What was going to happen to me there?
“Who is this Bill guy any way? I hardly ever see him out front. What’s he do?”
“Bill was a cop. He got in trouble for playing with guys, so he left the police with his pension and started his own business installing alarms and doing contractor work for people.” So that explains the vans and trucks always coming and going, and the seemingly dozens of guys between our age and their twenties hanging around, I thought. “Bill can give you work, you’ll always have cash in your pocket.”
“But I don’t know anything about that,” I said.
“He’ll teach you. And akkent escort you can make even more money just being there at the house, if you catch my drift,” Dennis said, pulling a wad of tens and twenties from his pants pocket on the floor.
Well, that got my attention. The two primal drives for a young boy, money and sex.
So after I collected myself, I went home and got into the shower and was thinking about it. I was afraid. But compelled. And unsure what to do, but the thought of it thrilled me and made my cock hard. I took some shampoo and jerked myself off in the shower.
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Friday arrived and about noon Dennis showed up at my house down the street. “You coming over tonight?” He asked.
“No” I said, experiencing a last minute chickening out attack. “I can’t”.
“You have to” He said. “I told you to. My brother Mark knows what I do over there, you think I could go there right across the street and no one know? We all know what happens there. My brother knows I’m queer, but he doesn’t say anything because I’m his brother, but you’re friends with him and he’d stop hanging out with you if he knew we were playing around like this together. Maybe even beat your ass down a little too.”
The threat again. Blackmail. “I’ll tell him you’re my bitch boy and your name will be mud. AND I won’t give you my dick any more. But come along and hang out and see what it’s about and nothin’ will change. Nothin’ except your entire life. And no one will know.”
But if Mark knew all about it how could I go there and he not find out? Mark was older and had a car. A 1969 Cougar, which he kept in showroom condition. He was always at the curb waxing it or with his head in the hood.
“Mark’s taking his car to the cruising spots tonight, he won’t be around. Dad’s gone and Moms drunk at the Holiday Inn with her boyfriend, and all you have to do is tell your folks you’re spending the night with me again and we walk over as soon as it gets dark.”
I didn’t feel as if I could say no. My fledgling reputation in my new neighborhood, my curiosity and desire, and the lure of sex and money got me. And I sure didn’t want to lose access to Dennis’ fantastic cock.
“OK” I finally agreed. “OK, come over at six, after dinner and we’ll hang out til dark.” It was still late June and the days were still long. So I’d get some time to work up my nerve, or make an excuse. “OK Denny”.
“Those two that saw us together – I know them. They came to see if you were everything I said you were.”
“WHAT? You TOLD them about us – “ I sputtered. I was mortified again.
“Sure, they know you, they know me. Bill sent them over to check us out, because I told him you might want to come over and —“
“YOU TOLD HIM?!” I yelled. “WHY? HOW? I can’t -“
“Just relax. It’s OK. It’s not in his interest to expose anyone. Me, I don’t care. The whole block will know I’m giving you my cock if you don’t want to come hang out with me.”
I was fucked, but it didn’t really diminish the curiosity. I was near twilight now so I nodded agreement, but was having trouble stifling the rising fear I felt.
“Well, lets go now, then” Dennis said, and what was there to do but get up.
The walk across the street seemed like a football field. In the gathering darkness, I could see there were a few people inside. Rock music came from somewhere in the house. The Doobie Brothers drifted across the street towards us on the early summer air. Someone inside hooted out in exaltation at something and scattered clapping accompanied it.
We walked up the driveway through the large redwood gates and walked onto a patio. Very private, obscured from the neighbors by block wall, corrugated wall top panels, and hedges. No one could see us from either side. So I relaxed a bit. Be cool, hang out, don’t give them any reason to think you’re gonna narc, and when you get a chance leave, I told myself.
“I know what you’re thinking, but it’ll be ok I promise. But the deal still stands. You’re with me or not.” I knew what that meant.
We walked past an in-ground pool, BBQ pit, and I noticed the garage had been extended and converted. It looked like they were small apartments or something now. And there was a separate detached “granny flat” type of house on the far side of the yard. All this was surrounded by palms and rubber plants and magnolias and hibiscus bushes, and lit with colored flood lights.
Dennis took me towards the garage and I could see one side had been turned into three separate rooms, like studio apartments. One shirtless guy was drilling something in the doorway. We walked up to him and he stood up and greeted Dennis and reached into a cooler and handed each of us a Hamm’s beer. OK, I like this I thought.
“Hey Denny. Is this the friend you told us about?”
I blushed.
“He’s pretty young? Is he cool?”
“He’s eighteen like me. He looks younger, but he’s cool.” I still looked like I was a boy, some people thought. I was a late bloomer. I was soft and still in that ambisexual appearance phase boys go through until the puberty really kicks in. Mine was late.
I heard Led Zeppelin’s “Kashmir” start inside the house and several guys hoot in approval. Someone gave forth with his best Robert Plant imitation on the first line.
“Bill will like him” the guy said. “I’m Tony,” he said, taking a drag off a cigarette and offering me the 70’s soul handshake. I awkwardly took his hand and tried to make the movements. Never could do that smoothly.
“David” I offered him my name, weakly. Looking for something to do with my hands, I took a drink of the beer. “What’s the story here? Where do all these guys come from?”
“They’re just guys looking for a place to hang out and party, and some work. A lot of them left their homes and live here now. They rent a room and work for Bill.” If this was like others on this street, that meant there was four bedrooms in the main house, plus what looked like three little studios and a one bedroom back house. So that’s why there was gaziantep anal yapan escort so much activity over here. “You wanna go inside and meet Bill?”
“I don’t think so” I said. I’d seen Bill and he was about 45, 50 years old. Big beer belly, mustache, all the usual stuff.
“You don’t have to” a voice said behind me. “I’m right here.”
I turned and saw Bill standing behind me. He had a cigar and a beer in one hand and he reached the other enormous paw out and put it in my shoulder. I tried not to jump, but my state was clear to all and Bill laughed.
“It’s ok David. I won’t bite you. Yet.” And everyone around laughed too. Is that a threat? I wondered.
“Let’s go inside and look around” he more or less told me, and took my hand and led me away. Dennis followed behind.
Inside a party was getting underway. Bill walked us through the kitchen at the back of the house, where we came in, around to the living room area. The stereo blasted, a real quality HiFi system, Marantz tuner, Kenwood turntable, JBL speakers, the whole shot. It was blasting Earth Wind and Fire now. “Hey everyone here’s David from down the block!” He yelled and a dozen beers went up in greeting. “Fresh meat” someone said not too loudly, but I noticed it. I felt self conscious with all those eyes on me appraising me, so I took a big swallow of beer and tried to be cool.
”If you want to get high someone will break out a bong I’m sure.” Bill looked around making eye contact. Clearly this was a discreet request being made on my behalf, and from nowhere a bong appeared, fully loaded. I hadn’t even tried pot yet, so I tried to decline, but no one was having it. Dennis took it and lit up, taking a big hit, then passed it to me, choking. I took a tentative pull off the bong and nearly passed out from coughing. I didn’t smoke at all and wasn’t ready for it. I coughed so hard I had to take a knee.
“Why don’t you get down on both knees so we can get to know you better?” Bill said, and pushed a massive hand down on my shoulder, his crotch at eye level. Dennis laughed. Apparently this is what happened to him the first time he was over. “Take a big hit and hold it David, it’s ok” and Dennis passed the bong back to me. I had nearly finished the beer and was a total lightweight, weighing all of 95 pounds and having no experience with drinking or pot, and my head was already light from the beer and coughing fit. The second hit was easier to hold in and a circle gathered around me, counting the seconds I held it in, then cheering when I exhaled and took another hit. Someone handed another beer to me and said bottoms up, and I chugged it right there on my knees, dropping the bottle on the floor as they hollered.
I was on my knees on the floor in a circle of buff guys ages 18 to about 25. A few were shirtless, and one was rubbing his crotch. “So we hear you like dick” Bill said. And I must have gone crimson, because Bill laughed. “There’s no secrets here David” he said, and two cocks were coming out of their jeans. A couple of surfer types had their dicks out ready for me. “Just do it!” Dennis said to me. And suddenly I had a strange cock in my mouth.
It tasted different somehow than Dennis’ cock, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. After a few seconds I just decided to go for it and I was sucking a guy off in front of about six other guys standing around me. Something I definitely didn’t foresee doing.
“Oh he’s GOOD” the guy I was swallowing said, and the other guy with his cock out said “Lemme try him” and there was his cock against my face. “First things first. Drink up, David” said Bill, and I downed the entire beer. I was determined to prove I was not a shrinking violet, and I was beginning to see I had no reason to hide my desires from them.
Cock Number Two was just as nice, and I took it all the way into my throat just as Dennis taught me. I was hot as hell now, horny and sweating in the summer heat, and hands began undressing me. “He’s small like a girl” one of them said, “but he sucks better than one, and likes it,” Cock Number Two said. “That’s why real men like boys” Bill said, from somewhere above me.
Cock Two pulled out and handed me another beer and the bong. “Party rules. Can’t have a third cock until you have a third beer. I downed it in about a minute then took another hit. My head was swimming now from drugs, beer and stimulation. A third cock came out of a pair of cutoffs. “Try this one queer” he said, and I buried my face in his crotch.
Cock Number Three was so big I could barely get my mouth around it. It was thick, and greasy with precum, uncut, and he instructed me to pull the foreskin back and lick the head clean. His balls were big, low hangers, and he said, “Do a good job and get your first load of cum for the night and we’ll show you the secret room.” I wasn’t too sure I wanted to see anything this wide-open place wanted to keep secret but I was losing control of my senses fast. He grabbed my long hair in his hands like reins and fucked my face like a cunt. A fair size group of people had gathered by now. Probably another six in addition to the six that surrounded me.
“OOH! Bill has a new cocksucker in the house!’ I heard someone say and just at that moment Number Three blew a huge load right in my mouth. This was the first time I had tasted cum other than Dennis’ or my own, and I involuntarily spit it on the floor in surprise. “What’s this? Little fag dudes spitting out cum?” Said Number Three, then he pushed my face down to the carpeting and instructed me to suck it ALL out of the shag. He stood with his foot on the back of my neck while I was forced to greedily lick and suck his sperm up off the floor. “That’s a good fag. Before the night is over you’ll learn to accept a gift from your betters properly, little dude”.
As I was being held down by my neck, I felt hands probing my asshole. It seemed there were hands all over me, puling at my cock, stretching my balls, shoving fingers inside my ass, and then I felt a cold steel cain around my neck. A dog’s choke collar, slipped around my throat and the jerked tight, and pulling me up to my feet.
A black cloth was tied around my eyes and as they began to lead me off somewhere, I heard Dennis laughing. “I didn’t know it was going to be like this David! It’ll be ok! Just go with them!”
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END OF PART 1
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