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Sex is wonderful!
Posted by martirwithacause on 2011-November-16 23:50:22, Wednesday


And, some say, even sex with boys!

But, you know, sex doesn't last that long... It's over in minutes. Or even seconds! I think I hold the world's speed record on that.

"Ready! Set! Gone!"

;-)


Anyway, well - some boys really *like* to be "done" (sucked off). Some will let someone do it, and enjoy it very much - and seek it out again and again.

Some may like it, but still it's not really their most favorite thing. They may prefer to just jack off. But, still, they'll get "done" when they can.

Some may let someone do it "as a favor". Because they like the guy. "He makes me so happy, and makes me feel good in so many ways - hey! - I'll make *him* feel good and happy, by letting him "do" me, if he wants to."

Some really don't like it at all. They feel disgusted by penises and tongues making contact. Go figure!

Some have already tried it once or twice with someone, weren't sure if they really liked it or not, and will try it again. To help them make up their minds. "Hmm, this guy seems very nice. I did it with the other guy. It was OK. But, maybe it will be even better this time, with him". Sometimes it is, sometimes it isn't. Kids like to try things out, you know. It's part of growing up.

Others, first-timers, will let someone do it just to "see what it is like". Then they will fall into one of the above categories.


Well, my young friend for 3 years, Ray, [Deleted - It's a Rule 6 violation here, too. We didn't notice it before. - Cognizant]

I did wonder, though. Sure, he was cooperative, never showed any objections, but still... I never was sure how he *really* felt about it. Except that he wasn't all that responsive. Yeah, I could get off on it, and so could he. But still... it wasn't all that great. We did it anyway. Often. Oh, well...


Ray! Great kid! We talked every day - several times a day - on the phone. We'd see each other maybe 3 or 4 times a week. I'd drive my motorcycle over to his place - 20 minutes away - to pick him up.

Yeah, sometimes it was a drag. Maybe I was tired. Or didn't feel well. But - hey! - it was Ray! And, he wanted/needed to see me. How could I refuse? It was Ray! So, onto my bike, drive over, pick him up...


We did *so much* together! We went places, we did things! I loved every moment of it! So did he. No question about that!

He'd stay over at my place, usually on weekends. We'd go out during the day, then back to my place for dinner. He used to love one beef dish, with mushrooms and sour cream, that I'd prepare for him. He called it, "Beef-stroking-off". I smile even now thinking about it...

Yeah, Ray is one of the YF's I've had that I'm absolutely sure I'll never ever forget!

But, time has passed. I don't remember many details now - how can that be?!?! We spent so so so many hours/days/weeks/months/years together? Over three years together! Best buddies!


I remember only little bits and pieces. Like, going to the "all you can eat" - a 30 minute-by-freeway-drive away. Man! How the wind would whistle! Hard to talk. I made a thing with tubes and ear-pieces, so we could talk. He was amazed at that! I hear they make them and sell them now. Don't remember ever seeing them, then.

The "all-you-can-eat". Ray was amazed! I mean, they didn't make much profit on us, for sure! Ray couldn't figure how they stayed in business - I explained about volume food preparation, and that most folks didn't eat like we did. He understood.

Then the time I took him to a pizza joint. For a 6-person pizza. But I didn't tell him that.

Just he and I. "Hungry now, Ray?" I asked on the phone. "Yeah", he said. "I mean, really hungry?", I asked. "Yeah, I suppose so." "OK - I'll pick you up in 20 minutes".

Went to the pizza place. "You said you were really hungry, now, didn't you Ray?" "Yeah, I'm hungry." "OK - sit down at the table. I'll be right back."

Ordered the pizza. Went back the the table. "You said you were really hungry, didn't you?" "Yeah." "OK - I just want you to remember what you said."

I went over to check the pizza, as the cook was assembling it. Ray followed. "Is *that* pizza for *us*?" he asked, looking totally shocked. "Hey - you told me you were really hungry!", I said.

Ray smiled. He looked very happy.

The pizza came to the table. I said, "Which half do you want?"

He looked at me like I was insane. "Whichever you want", he said.

"OK - this is *my* half", I said, roughly pulling the pizza into two pieces, "and that is yours!".

Well, needless to say, there was a fair amount of pizza left over. We had it wrapped "to go". I lived on that pizza for another day or two.


Anyway, so few things I remember. Weird.

[Deleted - Rule 6]

But, you know, it *really* didn't matter. Not to me. (Not to him, either, I'm sure.)

Nope. Not at all.


Hey! It was Ray!


Mother, why the FUCK are my eyes tearing up now?
"Son! Don't you ever talk like that!"
"Sorry, mother. I don't know what came over me..."
Now I'm crying. Damn!
martirwithacause



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