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He Did It In My Mouth

... but I do remember not feeling any alarm or sense of danger. He was pleasant and non-threatening. I do know the subject matter but I don’t know the exact words or sequence of how he talked. Essentially, he said again that he liked pretty boys with pretty mouths and “boys who are like girls”. We talked on following days, sometimes outside of the Basement in a mini-park area. It only took a few discussions for me to admit to him that I had “thoughts” about men and only a short time later, he asked if I had ever seen “a grown man’s penis” (words that have stuck with me since) and I said “no”. He asked if I wanted to but being a shy and a sub kind of person, I could only shrug. I mean, how could I possibly just come out and say “yes” to something like that? Wouldn’t that mean I was admitting to being queer? Besides, did I really want to see the penis of Taylor’s grandfather? Even if no one ever told her, I would have to look her in the eyes and try to conceal the fact that I had seen her grandfather’s cock; that I had agreed to it and I had gone with him just for the purpose of seeing it. He took my uncertainty as a “yes” answer and he told me to stay after the others had left and the Basement normally closed for the night. Since I was unsupervised, I could come and go and stay out late with no accountability. After he said that, I was completely incapable of rational thought and I was light-headed just thinking of what was going to happen. Was I honestly going to let a grown man ...

... expose himself to me. My greatest adversary was that I had grown to like Cal and I really wanted him to like me. That made it hard to say “no”. He wasn’t dangerous or offensive. He seemed like a horny older man but he was a nice one. I liked that he titillated my sexual curiosity. I also admit that I had sexual fantasies nearly every night of being on my knees and sucking on his cock and hearing him tell me how good I was. I complied with his request for me to stay after the Basement closed because maybe I owed something to him since he had paid so much attention to me. Besides, I had no plans to suck on his cock; only to look at it. When the overhead lights went out at the Basement that evening, I was alone with Cal in that isolated place near the back. One small light from the side caste the slightest of illumination but as my eyes adjusted, I could see clearly enough. “I’m glad you stayed, Brynn,” he said. “I wasn’t sure if you would. Nothing is going to happen that you don’t like because if you don’t like something, then we’ll stop.” He went on to say, for the first time, that he suspected that maybe I had a desire to suck cock, a statement that shocked me although I did my best to seem unaffected. He said he would not pressure me for that and that he would only show me his cock if that was all I would do. He told me to kneel and just relax. His voice was friendly and soothing and my knees slowly began to bend even though I am certain I did not tell them to do so. He told ...