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Steps Along The route Of Life.

Telling the story of how I was introduced to gay sex woke many inactive memory board, memories of effect and occurrences, of faces and facts, of figure and of multitude long gone from my life, things that have been submerged in the deferral of my brain for nearly 40 years. Much had been forgotten and much buried under freshman, new experiences until dragged to the aerofoil of my head by the recollections of those luxuriant times. But in all the age since meeting him, I had never forgotten Bunty, his looks and his body, the feeling of his buss or of his cock, and all that he had taught me. Possibly because of that, I have ever since then, been partial to boys who had similar looks to that of my coach, who was my first base lover and who had shown me what pleasures can be obtained through a liaison with a willing boy. As I have shared with you so much of my history and my long lost past, I decided to allow you a flavor at these memories as well.

In the six months Bunty and I had been enjoying sex together he had broken down much of my suppression and fear. On the night of my initiative fucking, even though I had become used to having sex with Bunty, I still was shy and cautious of doing so with any other boy and had rejected Bunty's invitations to join their chemical group, or allow another boy to join in our revels. The sudden unveiling of Munna into our secret plan swiftly brought the remaining parts of my shyness and timidness crashing down. Though shocked as I had been by Munna's duplicity in forcing Bunty to abdicate his berth as the mate to my first incursion of a backside, I had taken bearing of the place and had made Munna do my summons. I had made him jerk off and develop sperm to lube my introduction into Bunty's behind and then enjoyed my second fucking of an ass, this time in full view of a tierce person. Though Munna had heard all about me from Bunty, he had never actually set eyes on a circumcised hammer before nor had he seen or felt a cock of the size and thickness that I possessed.

Suitably impressed by my penetration of his ass and by the ability to get erect again almost immediately and be potent enough to fuck Bunty as long and as grueling as I had, induced Munna to beg to be allowed to bide with us for the rest of the night. So not only was I introduced to the pleasure of fucking a willing boy's backside that night I was also exposed to group sex. The addition of an extra couplet of manpower, another cock and asshole, along with one more than backtalk soon brought about a completely different set of esthesis and spot. The three of us spent the quietus of that Night in exploring what could and could not be done with 3 of everything available for use. Over the next few days we tried all possible combining and configurations and I took to it all like a duck to water. Bunty and Munna were not slow to see the change in my posture and soon introduced me to the respite of their chemical group. But let me first tell you of the few days the three of us spent in exploring mathematical group sex before coming to our transaction with the other votaries at the Lord's table of sexual gratification.


Munna had been 20 when he showed his cousin-german that a cock could be used for determination early than passing body of water. Bunty had been 18 at the prison term and could get an erection but not bring out sperm. Bunty had been just below 19 when he started me on the journey of find, then around six month later and when he was nearing 20 he had shown me all about anal sex. When I fucked his ass, Munna had been 20, a fairly good looking boy, though his characteristic were rougher and less refined than Bunty's chiselled looks. He was scant than Bunty and was more heavily built. Unlike Bunty's hairless consistency Munna had a thickly ontogeny of hair around his pubic domain and under his weaponry as well. His bureau and belly were still without any visible development but his sleeve and stage had some amount of hair on them.
excursus from their characters and looks, the chief deviation between the two of them was in size and conformation of the penis. Bunty's tool was averaged sized and heterosexual, with a foreskin that could be pushed right back revealing a red head that had a nice condition and face. His cock was smooth and seamless by any veins. Munna on the other bridge player was different. His cock was thick-skulled than Bunty's but shorter and his prepuce though much longer could not be retracted fully. Also towards the stem, his cock became much thinner than the social movement part was, giving it a rather odd pendulous look ; it also had a slim bend. Bunty's erection could not be rivalled by anyone. They would cause that slim smooth rooster to point upwards towards his chin, the headway almost fully exposed as it thrust out of the foreskin. I never saw Munna's prick rise to anything more than a 90 level slant to his physical structure and that too only rarely. Munna's derriere was also larger and heavier than Bunty's belittled and keen stern. Munna liked to be intimate and to get fucked, would breastfeed any rooster presented to him but strangely did not like to have his cock sucked.

By this time I was about to enter my 20th year, and though still somewhat of an innocent by nature the preceding six months had made physical conflict between me and the younger boys evident. My cock was the thickest and longest either boy had seen, it was also circumcised again a commencement for them. I could produce more sperm with each interjection than they could and also recovered from an interjection much quicker. While fucking I could concluding a much longer time before shooting my cargo. I had traces of hair on my chest of drawers and stomach while around my member the growth was dense and thick.

That dark my apparent horizon were broadened to an astonish extent. Not only did I learn how enjoyable it was to fuck a boy's ass I learned many other new affair as well. My reservations about having sex with a boy other than Bunty were shattered and with the introduction of Munna into the equation many new avenues of mavin were opened. How and where Munna learned all he knew I never found out. But he had already taught and shown Bunty much more than than Bunty had ever told me. Very soon I was introduced to rimming, as Munna suddenly spread my ass cheeks and applied his lingua to my rear entrance. He also shortly showed me how to stir Bunty by licking him under the clod. I also learnt what it felt like to cause your ass fucked while your dent was fucking another ass. Munna had invited me to fuck his ass a second gear time and when I entered him Bunty slipped behind me and started fingering my trap. As it created a rather decent feeling I thought I was being clever and asked Bunty to use his prick instead of his finger. Stopping my jab into Munna I waited till Bunty successfully had plunged his cock into my cakehole before resuming my bm. It was a fantastic impression to have your ass entered by a knockout pecker as your own intemperate cock was spreading another's keister passageway. It was only after we had all reached climax that I learnt that both Munna and Bunty had done this sort of thing many times before.

Over the next few solar day Bunty and Munna took me right on through the total grasp of their experiences. They showed me how to 69 one body while in the barker post and how the one who was on his mitt and articulatio genus could be fucked thereby greatly enhancing the notion of all three player. Once they had reached the end of what they could show and teach me in a terzetto they introduced another element in the form of a fourth boy, then quickly a fifth part and a one-sixth till I had been introduced to their stallion circle of intimate friends and sexual pardner. These boys were all around the same age with Bunty still being the untried. I soon replaced Munna as the drawing card of the group, but not because of my knowledge or experience. Munna had been the one to bring in most of the early male child to these sexual exercises. From where he learnt all of this I never found out but his attitude had always been rather selfish, as was proven by his forcing Bunty to allow him to sneak into my elbow room and take his topographic point. Very soon the fact that I was the sure-enough of all, made the boy including Munna decline in with my desires and regard. I think it was also my much more placid nature and more generous demeanor that pushed me into the leaders'status. Of course of study it may have been because I had the biggest cock.
I do not recollect many swell physical remainder between those male child, except for one boy who had the ability to swallow the full length of any putz put in his mouth including mine. No other boy could deep throat a cock like he could. Between us there was never any division of roles, no top, no merchant ship, no male and no female part to be played. All would absorb, and give their stopcock to be sucked, all would have intercourse and all would appropriate themselves to be fucked. Even if we had known of the terminus"GAY"I do not reckon we would make considered ourselves to be that. This sexual indulgence was a division of growing up, part and share of life itself.
In a month or so Munna moved on and out of the group, he became worry in other sexual pursuits and anyway had to leave our town as his syndicate was shifting to a unlike place. Other boys left as well when they discovered other delight or got tired of the same pardner and new male child took their places. Only Bunty and I remained steadfast.
Though we would call for part in the group activity quite regularly, we often we found ourselves preferring to have only one to one sex. Eventualy the group separated, the male child going their separate ways and neither of us was inclined to hold any new boys to our games. Through the final years of my schooling and in the beginning two years of my college, Bunty and I continued to be lovers. Four and a half years, actually, close to five years from when we met, I was 25 and Bunty was now just short of 24, we were still deeply involved with each early. Then my father got a promotion and was moved to the capital metropolis. My life was thrown into turmoil. I had to enter a new college and though Bunty visited us during his vacations for a year or so we slowly drifted apart and eventually our relationship died a born death. I presume he found new lover as I did. Once many class later when I visited the old town I tried to delineate him but was told he had married and had moved away a long time ago. Since Bunty's time many other boys have occupied a place in my heart and in my bed but none ever took his blank space. To this day I can recall every dividing line of his body, the feel of his skin, his prick, his eyes, and even his hair and the somersaulting with which he used to toss it off his face. Sometimes I wonder what he remembers of me.

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