21 comments/ 211756 views/ 23 favorites Progressive Learning By: Willing2Do [This is a series of stories, a serial story of truth-based events in my life, before condoms were considered safe sex. This is the first as an introduction. It is a variation of an earlier submitted story, but fresh and new. I want feedback to decide whether or not to continue with the series. Now, first story of the series.] Progressive Lessons in Man-Man Sex Slick with Bud's spit and clear pre-cum juice my lightly furred, crinkled anus resisted his stiff cock as he pushed his mushroom head against my tiny hole. "Now relax then tighten your stomach like you're going to the bathroom," Bud instructed me. I took a deep breath, exhaled, relaxed. The pressure of his cock knob increased against my anal ring. I took another breath, tightened my stomach muscles and grunted. "Unnnh, ooooh," I squealed as his cockhead entered my lenslike opening. I tried to move away from him. With one hand over my shoulder, his other hand keeping his long cock from bending, as I knelt on my knees in front of him he held me in place. I kept my head low, down on the sleeping bag in our tent, my buttocks up high, legs spread for his access, "Relax now, baby, and take it," he said. I wanted it in me so much, wanted his love anyway he would give it to me. "Hunh, hunh, hunh," I gasped, breathing rapidly, trying to accept the pressure, the stretched feeling in my now ovaled hole. "You'll be okay, Roy," Bud assured me. "Soon it will be feeling so good for you. Remember how good it felt when I sucked you, you sucked me, you fucked me. You want us both to feel that good don't you?" "Umnh, yes, I do, Bud," I answered. "You promise it will feel that good." "Even better," he said, "better than we have ever felt before. You'll love it as much as you love me sucking you, you sucking me, fucking me." Trusting this man who had taught me so much about sex with him so far, I said, "Go ahead then. Teach me how to do this too." "Do what, baby?" he asked. "Do what you want to do with me," I answered. "Say it, Roy," he said. "Say what you want me to do. Tell me what you want. Use the words I taught you when you fucked me." "I want you to fuck me, Bud," I said. "Yes," he said expecting more as he held me back against his cockhead in my tight hole. "Stick your cock in me, Bud, please," I begged him. "Put it all the way in me and fuck me. Cum in me. Make me cum for you." "Yes, baby, that's it," he responded. "Push with your stomach muscles again, Roy. Relax and take me in you." With visions of my cock in his sucking mouth, in his ass, his cock - so big, long, thick - in my mouth, his hairy pubes, big, lowhanging balls full of the sweet cum he had taught me to enjoy tasting so much, his muscular farmer's body, tanned, toned, well-haired, I took another breath and grunted again. While I was inhaling he spit a big glob of saliva in the crack of my ass right where his cockhead was stuck in me. He spit again, this time on his cock. He slicked his shaft and my anus, smoothing his spit around my hole and his veiny rod. He milked a string of pre-cum from his cock into my rectum oiling it for his further entry. Pulling with gentle, firm pressure on my shoulder, he straightened the bend in his cock that was caused by the tightness of my hole as he held his fat mushroom crown just inside my slowly yielding sphincter. "Aaaaaah," I groaned in pleasure as an inch or two of his manmeat slithered past my gripping ring of soft, wet flesh, his cockhead slid deeper into my rectum, . "You okay, honey?" Bud asked. "Hunh," I gasped again, breathing raggedly. "Umnh huh. More. Put more in me," I said. "You do it," he said. "It will feel better if you do it. Rock back on me," he instructed me. "Fuck my cock up into you, just the way you learned to take it down your throat." "Oooooh," I shuddered, my body trembling, feeling hot, sweaty, even in the night air of our tent in our isolated campsite. We were in the wooded hills behind our adjoining farmlands - his and that of my family. Aided by the pressure of his hand on my shoulder, I pushed back toward him. "Umnh, oh yeah, yes, yes," I moaned as more of his cock slid into me. "Hunh, hunh," I breathed heavily. "Is that all of it. Are you all the way in me?" I asked. Bud chuckled. "About half of it, baby," he answered. "Oh, Bud, it is so long, so deep in me," I said. "There is more?" "Yes, baby," he answered again. "You've got about half of it in you, three or four more inches to go." "Ummmmmnnnnnh," I moaned, "it feels so good. I want it all. I want all of it in me. I want you to fuck me and shoot your hot, creamy cum up my ass." "Oh I will, baby," Bud promised. "I'll fuck you good with all my cock and fill you with my cum. "It is so big. How can I get it all in me?" I asked Bud. "I'll help you, honey," Bud said. "Just be still for a minute." Until Bud said that I did not realize I was moving my butt around and around, up and down on his cock embedded only half way in me, trying to take more of it deeper into me. Now past the point where his cock had bent before as Bud coaxed it into me, he let go of his shaft with his one hand. Knowing I really wanted all of his cock fucking me, he let go of my shoulder. At first he put the fingers of one hand in my mouth. I sucked on three of his fingers wetting them with my saliva. He switched to the other hand in my mouth. The first hand slick with my spit went to one of my nipples and toyed with it. I wet his hand in my mouth, and he played with both of my nipples. Using one hand then on my nipples he massaged down my chest to my stomach, fingered my navel. Leaving my erected, wet nipples, he brushed a hand in my pubic hair. He cupped my limp cock and balls in a hand and went back with his other hand to fondle my nipples some more. He leaned over my back, his sweaty chest and stomach against my back and buttocks, he whispered into my ear, "Feel it, baby?" He was wriggling his long cock in my ass opening me further, bit by bit of his rod eased further into me. "Oh yeah, oh, I feel it," I moaned. My asshole was tingling all inside, filled deeper with his cock, the knob lodged way inside me, the shaft working me open wider for him. "Fuck back on me again, baby," he said, nuzzling my neck, kissing me lightly on my shoulder, my neck, nipping at my taut flesh. "Take it all in you now. Feel it slide up in you." I sure felt it. All of his cock entered me, his full seven plus inches, buried to the hilt in me. His sweaty body pressed against my sweaty back. A hand feeling my erect nipples. His mouth kissing, licking, nuzzling my shoulders, neck, ears, his tongue swabbing the sweat off me. His wiry, black pubic hairs in the cleft of my ass. His balls resting against mine. Hot, wet pressure deep in my ass. He eased back an inch, another, another. His cockhead raked against a most sensitive spot in my rectum. I shuddered, felt like I was peeing. I lowered my head slightly, arching up on the crown of my head and looked past my chest, my stomach to see my cock, half hard now. One of Bud's hands was cupped under the head of my dangling cock. At first I thought I was seeing my pee run into his hand, then I realized even in the subdued light in the tent lit only by the campfire outside the open tent door flaps that I was running a steady stream of clear pre-cum, not yellow pee. I watched Bud bring his pre-cum-filled hand to my cock knob, felt him massage it onto the head of my tingling penis, slime it up over my shaft and start stroking me to full hardness. "Unnnh, unnh, unnh," I moaned. "Yeah, yeah, baby, you like that?" Bud hissed in my ear. You like my cock fucking you, me stroking your dick?" "Oh yeah, yes, Roy, fuck me, jack me off. Make me cum," I begged my manlover. Only then did I realize Bud was sliding his cock slowly back and forth in my ass, fucking me with his long, thick, veiny mantool. He was going deep in me and stroking my now fully erect, pre-cum slick cock. I was rocking in time with his movements. As if he was reading my mind, Bud said, "I'm playing with your clit baby and fucking your tight, hot pussy. You like it?" he asked. "Umnh, umnh, umnh, umnh," I grunted with each stroke of Bud's cock in my asscunt, each slide of his hand up and down my slick, hard cock as he pumped more and more of my juice out of me. "I love it, Roy," I answered. "Fuck me good. Harder, faster." He picked up the pace of his cock in my rectum, took longer, faster strokes. I rocked with him, driving him as deep as he could go into me, wriggling, twisting, humping on his big rod as he bottomed out in me on each stroke. We were both sweating profusely now, our armpits dripping perspiration, our slick bodies working together, droplets dripping from both of us, mine onto the sleeping bag underneath me, his sweat onto my back, buttocks, legs. His cockhead was coming just to the edge of my sphincter then driving back up inside me until his hairy pubes scruffed in the crack of my ass, his balls bouncing aginst my also bouncing sack. He was kissing my shouders, neck, back, rising up and down, riding me hard with his cock. "Oh, oh, oh, oh, unh, unh, unh, unh, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, harder, faster," I grunted. "Oh fuck me, I'm gonna cum." "Unh, unh, unh, yeees, oh yeees," Bud hissed into my ear. "So good, such good ass, baby." Bud plunged into me deep and stopped. He pressed his cock hard up my ass. "Unnnngh, don't stop, please, Bud," I pleaded. "Fuck me more. I want to cum for you." Holding his cock fully up in me, Bud said, "Oh you will, baby, but I want to watch your face when you cum. I want to see you when I shoot my hot load up your ass. I'm going to turn you over," he said. Expertly, Bud lifted one of my legs and passed it over his head, twisting me over. My asshole speared deeply by him rotated on his cock, and another stream of pre-cum ran from my tingling slit. I was now on my back. Bud pulled his cock back, pushed it into me, adjusted up onto his knees, lifted my legs, pushed them back. He hunched his cock into me. "Unnngh," I grunted as he went deeper into me than before. My hard, leaking just under six-inches dick arched up tight against my lower belly, the head reaching almost to my navel. I slimed myself with more pre-cum. Bud took my cock in his hand again and stroked it. He leaned over me and kissed me on the mouth. I gave him my tongue as he slid his tongue into my mouth. Our lips locked together in a hot kiss. He raised up, lifted my balls, readjusted his cock in my hole and slid it back slowly, then pushed it into me. Stroking my cock with one hand and supporting himself with the other on the sleeping bag, he worked his cock back and forth in me. He kissed, licked and sucked my nipples, stroking and fucking me all the time. Faster, faster, his cock slid back and forth in my hole. He raised his upper body, gazing down at me, stroking my cock faster and raking his thick knob over the most sensitive spot deep inside me. I felt my sperm rising, my cock hardening even more, lengthening, thickening, tingling. A bolt of cum shot from the slit in the head of my throbbing cock, another, another, another, squirting up to my chest, on my belly, into my pubic hairs. Thick, white cum oozed from my cock. As I shot my load, my ass clenched and released on Bud's pummeling shaft thrusting back and forth in me. The rippling of my ass on his cock brought him over the edge. He plunged hard into me. His cock, like mine had just done, hardened, lengthened, thickened and let loose a blast of creamy cum deep in my bowels. He fucked into it, shooting more and more of his cum into me, thick wads, long strings, hot, slick, gushing as he kept on pounding his cock back and forth in me. My whole body collapsed. I had given my ass to my manlover. I would let him fuck me anytime he wanted after this first experience. I would mouth kiss him, kiss, lick, suck his nipples, armpits, suck his cock. I would kiss, lick his balls. I would rim his ass. I would do anything he wanted so he would fuck me. I surrendered completely to Bud. I was his pitlicking, nipplesucking, cocksucker, ball licking, assrimming, cumslut, pussy. I lay there with Bud on top of me, his sweaty body covering mine, his cock still up my ass, his cum leaking from my hole down the crack of my ass onto the sleeping bag. Finally Bud eased his cock out of my ass. A thick glob of his cum gushed out of my hole with a squishy sound and ran down my crack onto my inner thighs. The tent reeked of our sex and sweat. Bud cleaned my cock with his mouth. He licked my cum off my belly and chest. He knee walked up over my body and draped his cock to my mouth. "Clean me, Roy," Bud said matter of factly. I did not hesitate. I took his cock in my hand and guided it to my lips. I kissed the head, licked it, licked his shaft, cleaning his cum and my ass musk from his big veiny rod. I laved all the cum off his pubic hairs, off his ball sack and stroked his cock, getting him hard so I could suck, deepthroat him, and him fuck me again. After this first time I wanted Bud's cock fucking my ass again, other cocks fucking me, and as usual, Bud seemed to read my mind. After enjoying my mouth sucking him, and him fucking me again, he asked me, "Roy you really liked that. Do you want other men to fuck you too?" Some of my friends?" Embarrassed, but truthful, I answered, "Yes." "I'll make it happen for you, baby," he promised. Until he fulfilled his promise, Bud and I continued with the sucking and fucking that he had taught me so well. [Continued story, as promised, if you like this and want more. Let me know. Feedback here or by email.] Progressive Learning Ch. 02 The hot sex with Bud started because he and I lived on adjoining farms in the southern U.S. Bud and his family raised cattle. My family and I, mostly I, as a teenager, raised pigs. Both of our families raised crops of corn, hay, oats to feed the cattle and pigs, and garden crops for our own sustenance. Bud had a brother and three sisters. I had only one brother. Both my parents worked, so my brother and I were alone a lot on the farm at home. Bud was in his 20s. I was sure younger than him when Bud started introducing me to sex. The first instances were in my breeding my sow pigs with a boar hog, and Bud breeding cattle - his family's cows with a bull or by artificial insemination. As adjoining farmers we helped each other with those and other chores. Bud made some interesting comments when he helped me bring my sows to a boar. As we watched the pigs breed Bud asked me about my sexual experiences. I told him since I was just a kid I had no sexual experiences. He asked, "None, you have had no sexual experiences? You don't even jack off?" I was not sure what he meant, but I said, "No." Later when we were attending to his cows being bred by a bull, he asked me if I had started jacking off yet. Still, I did not know what he meant, so I said, "No," again. Even later I was helping him breed a cow by artificial insemination. He asked me if I would like to fuck the cow. I told him no and added that seemed a gross thought. He laughed and said it would really be fun, feel real good. Another time while artificially breeding some cows his youngest brother and sister were helping us. He coaxed his sister into letting him fuck her since she seemed excited by the work with the cow. After he fucked his sister, he showed her how to suck, first her younger brother's cock, then his. Demonstrating how to suck for his sister, Bud sucked his brother. Then he had her do it to their younger brother and to him. Again, he asked me about sex - jacking off, and if I wanted to fuck his sister, her suck me, me suck or fuck his brother. Excited some but still too young and afraid of being caught or something else bad happening, I declined all of Bud's offers. That was the background when Bud asked me one day if I would like to go camping and hunting with him. Both of us were a year older. I was xx. I enjoyed hunting, had my own guns - a 16-gauge shotgun, .22-caliber rifle, and a .38 caliber revolver. I also enjoyed camping, often alone, and had my own camping equipment - tent, sleeping bag, cooking and eating utensils. Although old enough to be on my own, I still lived with my parents. So I got permission to go camping and hunting over a long weekend with Bud, and they arranged for my younger brother to stay with an uncle and aunt. On a Thursday afternoon, with no commitments off the farm for me on Friday or the coming Monday, Bud and I took our guns and gear and hiked into the woods behind our farms. We went to a nice cleared site by a creek that I had used before. We set up our campsite, erecting the tent and laying out our sleeping bags, digging a hole in the ground and surrounding it with rocks for a campfire. We hunted until near dark, taking several squirrels, some rabbits and quail. Back at the campsite we cleaned the game, secured some in a waterproof can and put it in the creek to keep the meat cool and edible for the next few days. We cooked some for our dinner that evening. After dinner we washed the cooking and eating utensils in the creek and bathed together naked. While we were washing the utensils and especially while bathing together I noticed Bud's cock was bigger than mine by a couple or more inches and it got hard too. I was sneaking glances at him, but he was staring at my naked body openly. With the stimulation of the hunt, the good meal, bathing naked together, and despite my lack of experience with sex yet, or maybe because of it, I got hard too. We went into the tent together, still naked, but I intended to wear my underwear - shorts and a t-shirt - for sleeping. As I knelt in the tent taking my underclothes out of my backpack with my back turned to Bud, I felt him touch my buttcheeks. I turned around and sat on my sleeping bag, still naked and my cock half hard then erecting again. I covered my crotch, my hard cock with my hands. Bud sat on his sleeping bag too; his cock exposed and erect, sticking up from a thick, wiry patch of pubic hairs above his cock, a trail of hairs running up to his navel, to his hairy chest. His legs were crossed and open, his muscular, hairy thighs framing his stiff cock that arched up in its hardness. A little pearl of clear liquid glistened at the slit in the center of his thick mushroom-shaped crown. "Have you enjoyed the afternoon?" Bud asked me. "Yes, I have," I answered innocently. "Would you like to have some more fun?" he asked. "Well yes I expect we will," I answered, thinking of the next four days of doing the things I liked - hunting, maybe fishing some in the creek, and camping out, sleeping under the stars. "You expect we will?" he asked with a sly grin. "Yes, I expect so." "Why?" he asked. "How?" "Hunting, fishing, camping out together," I answered him, again innocently. "Sure," he said, "but we can have even more fun than that. "How?" I asked. "I brought some beer and whiskey," he said. "Would you like to have a drink or two with me?" he asked. "I guess so," I said. "I have never had beer or whiskey before." "Let me show you how then," he suggested. "Okay," I responded. He turned aside and dug into his backpack, exposing his butt and his big, lowhanging balls to me. He came out with a six-pack of beer and a bottle of Jack Daniels whiskey. He sat down again spraddlelegged, his cock still sticking up hard. He cracked open a beer and opened the bottle of Jack Daniels. He took a swig of the whiskey, followed it with a gulp of beer and handed the can of beer and bottle of whiskey to me. I followed his example; took only a small sip of the whiskey and chased it with the beer. I gasped as the whiskey burned down my throat, soothed only a bit by a big swallow of the foamy, warm beer. Faking the same enjoyment he had shown, I said in a squeaky voice, choking back another gasp, "Good." I offered the bottle and can back to him. He raised his hands toward me. "Take another if you like it," he offered. Intimidated by my youth and wanting to enjoy not only the next four days with this man but also a lasting relationship with him as a neighboring farmer, I took a good swallow of the whiskey this time and another swallow of the beer. Then I passed the bottle and can to him. We passed them back and forth, drinking and talking idly about the pleasures of the hike, the hunt, the meal cooked on the campfire, the bath in the creek. At my mention of the bath, Bud said, "I noticed you were looking at me when we were bathing. Have you done anything sexual yet? Since you saw me fuck Linda (his sister), and us sucking Doug (his brother), her sucking me, when we were breeding the cows?" "No," I said shyly, "but I've sure been thinking about it. A lot," I added. Bud grinned at me. I grinned back at him, emboldened by the feelings the beer and whiskey were arousing in me. My head was reeling a bit. I felt a little dizzy. My cock was real hard. "A lot?" Bud asked, "you ready to try something? With me? Want me to suck you? Suck you off in my mouth?" His questions were coming so quick. I had the beer and whiskey in my hands again and took good swallows of each - the whiskey first, then the beer. "Yes," I squeaked. "Yes?" Bud asked, "you said yes? You want me to suck you?" "Yes," I affirmed, and took two more drinks. Bud reached and took my cock in his hand. He massaged, pulled on, stroked it. "Lay back," he said. "Lay on your back and let me suck you." I laid down on my sleeping bag, my legs open and raised slightly. Bud leaned over and guided my cock to his lips. He kissed the head, curled his tongue around it and licked. "Unnnnh," I moaned in pleasure, the ground seeming to move, to turn slowly underneath my naked body. Bud went down on me, his mouth engulfing my cock. "Ummmnnnh, oh yeah," I breathed, feeling the warm wetness of his mouth moving up and down on my stiff cock, his tongue swirling around, his lips clasping me tight. "Ummfph, gud," Bud mumbled his mouth full of my cock. He raised his head slurping up my cock until it popped from between his lips. "You like?" he asked. "Umnh, yeah, I love it," I answered him. He went back down on my cock, cupped my balls in one hand and twiddled my nipples with his other hand. I raised up to watch him, his head moving up and down, cheeks concave as he sucked, puffed out as he blew and went down on me deeper. Bobbing, sucking, he nursed at my cock and tweaked my nipples, rubbed my stomach, lower belly, fondled by balls. I felt a tingling in by nuts, all over my cock, and in my lower belly. I felt like I was peeing as my cock grew wetter, slicker from his mouth, tongue and lips working on me. I started raising my hips, pushing up into his face as he sucked me. My cock throbbed, ached, pulsed. Bud lifted his face from my crotch, let my cock slide between his lips out of his mouth. He held it and stroked it slowly against his face. I saw some slimy juice on his cheek, around his lips, drooling out of his mouth. "Are you going to cum?" he asked. "I don't know," I said. "I have never cum. It feels so good though. Funny, different, but good." "You are going to cum, " he said, "and I want your cum in my mouth. I want to taste it, swallow it." He lifted my cock out of his way and kissed, licked my balls, still stroking me slowly. He raised my legs one at a time with one of his hands, then both of them and licked up and down the crack of my ass. I shuddered at the feeling. He centered his tongue on my crinkled asshole and licked it. He probed at my hole with his tongue. He mouthed one of my balls, the other one. He licked up my cock and capped the head between his lips. He tongued my slit. He pushed his mouth down on me and swallowed taking my cock down his throat. "Oh, oh, oh," I groaned. My first cum ever gushed from my balls, up my shaft, out the slit in the head of my penis. I flooded Bud's mouth with my hot, slimy jism. He gulped it down, swallowing fast as shot after shot of my cum surged into his mouth. My cock tingled so bad I wanted to scream. I wriggled away from him, pushed his mouth off of my cock, and his hand too. Bud raised up grinning at me. He opened his mouth and showed me a thick wad of creamy, white cum on his tongue. He closed his mouth and swallowed. He opened his mouth again and showed me the cum was gone, down his gullet, into his stomach. He had sucked me off and swallowed all my cum. He moved up my body and kissed me on the mouth. I expected it to taste yucky, my cum in his mouth, but it tasted good as he explored my mouth with his tongue. I answered with my tongue in his mouth, tasting my jizz and his spit. Bud broke the kiss. He lifted his head, and asked, "Did you like it, Roy? Enjoy me sucking you off? Swallowing your cum? Giving you a taste of it with the kiss?" Again the questions came so fast. I answered with one, "Yes." Then I asked, "Can I suck you too?" I wanted to give him the same pleasure he had just given me. "You really want to suck me, baby?" he asked. "You want to suck my cock and swallow my cum?" "Yes," I answered. "I want to make you feel as good as you as you made me feel. I want to suck you and swallow all your cum." Progressive Learning Ch. 03-05 Chapter 3 Bud took a swig of the whiskey and washed it down with a swallow of beer, cleansing his mouth of the taste of my cock and cum. He laid on his back on the sleeping bag and beckoned me to him, to his hairy body, his lowhanging balls, ass for rimming as he had done me, to his big hard cock. Bud had just sucked me off and swallowed my cum; the first time I had ever been sucked. The first time I had any kind of sex. I was young; he was in his 20s. We were on a camping trip together, had been hunting, ate a meal together of fresh game - squirrel, rabbit and quail - we had killed. Bathed together naked in a creek, went into our tent and shared some whiskey and beer he had brought for us, to relax me, to seduce me. Now I wanted to return the favor. I wanted to suck him off and swallow all his cum, to feel his big cock in my mouth, to taste his cum. I knelt between his legs, took his cock in my hand, wanting it so much in my mouth. Then I remembered he had done some other things to me first. I leaned up over his body. He brought my face to his, our mouths together. We kissed. Our tongues intertwined. I moved my mouth down, nuzzled his neck, kissing, licking his warm flesh. I kissed, licked, sucked his nipples. He fondled my cock and balls. I fondled his. I kissed and licked on down, tongued his navel, followed his treasure trail of hair to his thick, wiry pubic hairs. His cock swiped against the side of my face. It wet my cheek with his slimy pre-cum leaking copiously from the slit in the head of his big cock. I turned my head, took his mushroom crown between my lips and licked the slit, tasting and feeling the slime of his pre-cum on my tongue. I wanted to take his cock right down right then, but I remembered again what he had done with me. I raised his cock and licked down his veiny thick shaft. I kissed, licked his balls in their hairy sack. He raised and opened his legs further. "Lick my ass, sweety," he said. "You are a quick learner. Doing me just right. Lick my ass." I swiped my tongue up and down his ass crack wetting it with my saliva, tasting his man musk, mixed with the smell and taste of the soap we had used earlier to wash in the creek. I went right for his crinkled ring and kissed it, licked it, tongued it. He groaned and expressed his approval as I stroked his slimy cock with one of my hands while rimming his asshole. His balls rested on my nose. His cock throbbed in my hand and leaked more pre-cum. I wanted his cock in my mouth. I tried to raise up to take it, but he held my head in place. "Eat my ass some more, baby," he said. "Lick my hole, rim me good. You can have my cock in a minute." True to his word, Bud let me raise my head after a minute or two, maybe more. I kissed and licked up over his balls, licked his cockshaft, relishing the feel of the thick veins on its width and the taste of his pre-cum drooling from his cockhead. I went up further. Stopped for just a moment, held his hard cock and gazed at it, its thickness, length, the mushroom flared head. I slurped a string of clear juice from his slit and covered the head with my lips, still swiping at the oozing slit with my tongue. "Oh, umnh, umnh, you are so good, baby, suck me. Take my cock in your mouth and suck me," Bud urged me. I moved down on his cock with my mouth trying to take it. I had to spread my lips wide with his girth just to take the head inside my mouth. I held his length in my hand, my fingers wrapped around his shaft but unable to close them together due to his thickness. I forced his cock deeper into my mouth, went down on it slowly, gulping, gasping as more and more of his cock entered my eager face. I was determined to take him all the way to the root as he had done for me, but was not at all sure that I could. His cock was so big - thick and long. Eased by his slimy pre-cum and my own saliva I went deeper and deeper on his cock. I gagged. "Easy now, baby. Take it easy," Bud said. "You don't have to take it all. Hardly anyone can," he reassured me. I raised my head quickly. "But I want it," I said. "I want to suck you the way you sucked me. All the way." "Go for it then, man," he said. "Take it all if you can." I put his cock back in my mouth and forced down on it, past my gag reflex. "Relax and swallow, relax and swallow now," Bud instructed me. "Relax and swallow." I gulped at his cock. "Unnnngh, oh yeah," Bud groaned. "That's it, baby, you've got it all," he said, as his cock lodged down my throat. I held it for a few moments, holding my breath. "Glub, squish, glub, glub, squish," I gasped and jerked up off his cock, a flood of my saliva and his pre-cum gushing out of my mouth. "Yeah, oh yeah, more," Bud urged me. I did it again, again, again. Each time his wiry pubic hairs were crushed against my upper lip and nose, his hairy ballsack against my lower lip and chin. I was sucking his whole cock. "Unh, unh, unh, unh, I'm gonna cum," Bud grunted. I backed off just a bit, just enough to remove his cock from the depths of my throat. I sucked on his cock, nursed it, moved my mouth up and down on it. He squirted in my mouth. I tasted his first blast of cum, felt the sliminess of it, the thickness of the white wad, the next string of jism, another, another, another. Swallowing as fast as I could I took his cum down my throat and into my stomach. His cock throbbed in my mouth. It was thicker, longer and harder than before. I backed off and looked at it. A clear string was running out of the slit. I took it and swallowed, another, another, another. Bud writhed on the sleeping bag and pulled his cock out of my mouth with one of his hands. "No more, baby, enough," he hissed, "can't take anymore, tingling too much." Reluctantly I gave up his cock, let it slip from my gasping mouth. I fell over on my side beside my manlover, breathing heavily, tasting the tartness of his cum, feeling the slickness of it on my tongue, down my throat, on my lips. "Oh, so good, Roy," Bud praised me. "You are one good cocksuker, baby. You learn fast." For the rest of the weekend we sucked each other several times a day, and almost all night most nights. We got little sleep. As we progressed in my learning, Bud taught me to 69 with him. By Sunday he was fingering my ass while sucking me, me sucking him, and I was returning that favor too. A few days after the camping trip Bud taught me how to fuck him. Then he taught me how to take his cock in my ass. Chapter 4 With the help of some whiskey, beer and months of questions and suggestions about sex, Bud had introduced me to cocksucking on a long weekend camping and hunting trip in the woods behind our adjoining farms. I loved him sucking my cock, loved sucking his cock. It was both hard and soft in my mouth, and he always gave me a big load of creamy cum to swallow. His cum was tangy, a little salty tasting but mostly like clorox in flavor. I loved the feel of his cum's thick, slimy wads of white cream in my mouth, then the clear flow of juice he gave me - much like his pre-cum - as I sucked him off time after time. One hot summer afternoon we were putting up hay in my family's barn. The chore completed just at dusk, we were sweaty and covered with dust, bits of prickly grass, and little seeds from the hay. We agreed to go to the spring on my family's farm that fed the creek where Bud and I had camped several months before. I drove our tractor; Bud sat on the wheel shield. As we bounced along he held on with an arm around my neck. He let one hand feel one of my nipples and rubbed his crotch with his other hand. "I am so horny," he said when he noticed me watching him rub his cock through his work jeans. "How about you?" "I'm okay, Bud, but you know I'll suck you anytime you want," I answered him. "I know," he said, "and I think it's time you learned to fuck." Thinking he wanted to fuck me, I said, "I don't know, Bud. I'm not sure I'm ready for that. Isn't it kind of dirty. Something we do only with girls?" I asked. "It's not dirty if we are clean," he said, "and, no, we can do it with girls in their pussies and their assholes. We can do it with each other in our butts." "Doesn't it hurt though?" I asked. "I can't even imagine your big, hard cock going up my butt. The hole is so small. Even when we put fingers in each other while sucking it is so tight. I've only ever put one finger in you as you have put yours in me." "It feels good doesn't it," he asked, "when I finger your ass while sucking you?" "Yes it feels good, and the way you do it, it makes me cum so hard and so much." "I know," he said, "same for me when you finger me while sucking me." "Okay then, let's try it," I agreed, "after we bathe." "Sure buddy, you will like it a lot," he promised. All the time thinking while we bathed in the spring that he was going to fuck me I was careful to clean my hole good. I put my own finger in it and washed my crack with the soap and water. I noticed he was doing the same. Then he soaped my cock. I soaped his. We washed and stroked each other. The good feelings started, and my cock twitched in his hand, leaking pre-cum that mixed with the soap adding extra slickness. I was about to cum when Bud stopped stroking me. I let his cock go also and resigned myself to being fucked right there on the ground by the spring. Bud guided the action as usual. He helped me out of the spring by pushing on one of my buttcheeks with one of his hands. Naked with him, I stood facing him ready to protest being fucked. I was going to tell him I would suck him but did not want to be fucked in my ass. He went to his knees, took my cock in his hand brought his mouth to my knob. Stroking my shaft he licked around the head of my cock, wetting it with his spit. He went down on me working my length to the back of his mouth and into his throat. He cupped my balls in one hand and massaged my nipples, chest and stomach with his other hand. I had grown a patch of fuzz above my cock root, and he curled his fingers there, caressing my pubes. I felt the tingling of pre-cum oozing out of my cock slit and the extra sliminess in his mouth as he moved his head back and forth sucking me. Wet with his spit and my pre-cum his middle finger went in the cleft of my buttocks. He felt for my hole and rubbed it with his slick finger. He pushed his long finger into my rectum, still sucking my cock. "Oh, unh," I groaned in pleasure. I had abandoned any idea of telling him no. I was going to let him fuck me. I was sure now that was his intention. He surprised me when he pulled back his lips tight on my cockhead and sucked it strongly then released it from his mouth with a wet, juicy plop. He turned away from me and went onto his hands and knees. Looking back at me over his shoulder, he said, "Better let you fuck me before you cum." "You want me to fuck you?" I asked. "Sure. Yes," he said. He chuckled. "Did you think I was going to fuck you tonight?" he asked. "Yes, I did," I answered him. "We'll save that for later," he said. "I am horny to be fucked. That's what I meant when I said I was horny. Besides I want you to know how good it feels by fucking me first. I'll fuck you when you're really ready for it, and as if he was reading my mind again, added, "I don't think you are ready now." "I want to do everything with you, Bud," I assured him. "I do want you to fuck me someday, but I am afraid of it right now. I am afraid your big cock will tear my ass." "I won't tear you, honey," he calmed me, "when I fuck you. I don't want to do anything to hurt you, only teach you all the pleasures we can have together. Now spit on your hand and put it in my crack. Wet my hole." I stepped toward him, spit in my hand and smeared it in the crack of his ass. "Do it again," he said. "Put some right on and in my hole this time." He reached back with both hands, his shoulder and the side of his head resting on the grassy bank of the spring, and spread his cheeks for me. I could see clearly his ring, crinkled, browner than the white skin in his cleft. I spit in my hand again and smeared my saliva on his hole, then eased my wet middle finger into him. "Now on your hard cock," he instructed me. "Get it wet with your spit and pre-cum." I spit again and grasped my cock. I stroked it, milking down a string of clear juice. I slimed my cock with the mixture. Still looking over his shoulder at me and smiling, he said, "Good. Now rub it all around on my hole. Slick it more with your pre-cum." I knelt behind him and steered my cock knob to his puckered anus. I worked my knob around and around smearing the spit and pre-cum into his crinkled, brown folds. "Umnh, that's it," he approved. "You learn fast. Now push it into me. Stick it in my ass." Still holding my cock shaft, I humped forward with my hips. The crown of my sock slid right through his wet sphincter and my shaft went in him to the root. "Aaaaah, oooh," he grunted. I felt his tight, hot asshole flex on my rod. "Ummmmnh," I hummed, "that feels so good. You're so hot in there. So tight." "Umnh, huh," Bud agreed, "but you surprised me by ramming it right up me. Give me a moment to get used to it." I held my cock in place. Bud breathed deeply, relaxing, adjusting to the feel of my hard cock in his tight hole. Then he moved forward sliding my cock along the inner walls of his rectum. He rocked back. Forward, back, forward, back, he fucked his own ass on my cock. I was shuddering. Holding onto his hips, I looked down to watch my rod going back and forth in him, feeling the heat, the grasp, the velvety insides of Bud's ass channel. I had never felt anything this good in my life. Even Bud's mouth sucking my cock, taking my cum did not feel this good. I started moving with him, rocking my hips, pushing and pulling my cock in and out of his asshole. "That's it, Roy, fuck me good. Fuck my mancunt. Make me your pussyman. Use me. Fuck me like you have seen the dogs fuck, the bull on the cow, me fucking Linda (his sister)," he urged me. I drew up tight against him, my thighs touching his hairy upper legs, my balls against his. I laid over his back and reached around his waist. I fucked him with long, slow, deep strokes. "Umnh, oh yeah, oh yeah," Bud moaned. "Fuck me good. Feel my titties." I brought my hands to his nipples and rolled them between my thumbs and forefingers, massaged them, moved my fingers up and down on them as they grew harder, more erect from his body. "Unh, unh, unh, unh," Bud grunted in response to each of my thrusts into his rectum. "Oooooooh," he shuddered. "My cock now. Stroke my cock," he begged me. I moved a hand to his cock and grasped his slimy pole. I moved my hand up and down smoothing the steady stream of pre-cum running from his slit up and down on his shaft, coated his big, mushroom crown with the slimy juice. I was cumming already, but I stayed hard. I fucked right on through my cum, pumping my cock back and forth into him, pounding my jism into a froth, raking it out of his hole, feeling it running down over my balls, on the front and insides of my legs. "Oh, oh, oh, unh, unh, unh," Bud continued to grunt. "You came didn't you? You shot a load into me?" "Yes," I breathed into his ear. "I came but I am still hard, gonna cum again. Can I keep fucking you?" Bud laughed, his body shaking, making my cock feel even better going back and forth in him. "Of course," he answered. "Fuck me more. Cum in me again. Jerk me off. I want you to feel it when I cum." I stroked his cock faster and kept fucking him. Squishy sounds filled the air, our sticky bodies slapping together, my cum spraying out of his tight asshole onto both of us, matting down my pubic hairs, drooling over my ball sack and down both my legs and his. The smell of our sex reeked strong with my spit, pre-cum, cum, his pre-cum, and ass musk. The sounds, smells, feel of his rectal walls sliding on my cock excited me so. Suddenly Bud's cock jerked in my hand, a wad of cum burst from the head of his cock onto the grass, another shot, another, another. As he came his channel gripped and released, tightened and loosened on my pistoning cock in his ass. I released a second load of cum into his bowels, adding it to the sloppy mess I had made of his mancunt - he called it. I was still hard and wanted to keep fucking him, to keep feeling the sensations, but the tingling was too much for me to stand. I collapsed onto his back, my cock buried balls deep in his rectum. He eased down onto the grassy bed beneath us. "Ooooo-ooo-oooh," he shuddered. "That was so good Roy. You are such a good lover." He rolled out from underneath me pulling his asshole off my cock. He rolled me over and put his head between my legs. He cleaned my cock with his lips, tongue and mouth. I brought his wet, smelly cock to my mouth and cleaned him too. With him on his knees above me, my cum leaked from his hole onto my face, into my ears, down my neck. He rotated around and cleaned my cum from my neck, ears and face. He kissed me, slid his tongue into my mouth, and we swapped our cum back and forth. Completing our sloppy wet kisses, he helped me to my feet. We went back into the spring to bathe again. As we bathed and dressed I babbled like the xxx I was telling him how good it felt fucking him and cumming in his ass. Even how much I wanted him to fuck me soon. It felt so good for me, I wanted him to feel as good fucking me. Soon came within a few days. That is where I began this series, but it does not end here. Bud had said he would help me have sex with other men, and I was looking forward to that too. That will be the next story in the series. Progressive Learning 5 - Prelude After sucking my cock, teaching me to suck his cock, fuck him in the ass, and take his cock in my mancunt, Bud said he would help me have sex with other men. True to his word, as always, Chapter 5 After that first experience, he took me to a party with him one weekend. We told my family it was a group campout in the evenings and daytime hunting. I was so excited. The trip was a campout and hunt, but also a major sex party. Bud drove us in his truck to the campsite near one of the many lakes near our farms. When we arrived it was clear to me that we would be camping in a field by the lake, probably hunting and fishing some, and partying day and night. Some of the men were already into the partying. Thay had arrived before us and were heavy into drinking beer and several kinds of liquor - vodka, gin, bourbon and white lightning. Bud introduced me around to almost a dozen guys - all older than me by many years, some older than Bud, in their 40s, 50s, even one 60-something-year-old. I doubted I would remember all their names, but that didn't matter at the moment. After the weekend I sure would know some of the names, their phone numbers and where they lived. We located our designated campsite and started unloading and hauling our gear to the site. As we walked by one of the larger tents, I could not help but see five naked men making out in the open tent. Two were embraced in a passionate 69. The other three were together. One of them was on his hands and knees being fucked in the ass and the mouth by the other two. Bud and I set up our tent and stowed our gear. By the time we finished those chores we were ready for some cold beers. We cracked a couple of cans from our cooler. Finishing those two we had a couple more, then a third. I was getting a buzz on and wanted to suck Bud. I wanted him to fuck me too. Since the first time he had fucked me that was what I wanted the most - his long cock fucking my xxxpussy and filling it with his hot, creamy cum. We had fucked enough by this time that I considered our cocksucking as foreplay for him fucking my ass. Nothing made me feel better than being under him or sitting on top of him and riding his cock. I always came while he fucked me, often several times in succession. Progressive Learning Ch. 03-05 We engaged in a bit of the kissing, nipple kissing licking and sucking, navel tonguing, ball mouthing, rimming, fingering and cocksucking foreplay in the hot tent. Then he took my ass. By the time we were finished, we were sweaty, cummy messes. Bud told me to get some fresh clothes - shorts and a t-shirt for the evening - and to bring them with me to the field showers. Following his lead, we walked naked to the showers, our towels draped over our shoulders, clothes in our hands. I felt the eyes of many men on me as we strolled through the tents to the shower area. It was obvious that Bud enjoyed showing me off to the other men, letting them see that I was his fucktoy. It was equally obvious that we had been having sex in our tent. Our spent cocks dangled, swaying from side to side as we walked. Cum oozed out of my ass and ran down my legs, glistening in the fading sun. We showered together in a canvas circle with the water running down on us by gravity from the tanks where they sat on high wooden stands. When Bud saw me start to clean my cum-filled ass, he told me to leave it as it was. "You might need the lubrication later," he said in explanation. My cock and balls tingled in anticipation. My lower belly felt warm, my ass wanting - a new man, different men, although Bud would be my first and true love. I dressed in the shorts and t-shirt Bud had bought for me to wear on this occasion. The shorts were skimpy and a tight fit, showing off my firm rear bubble butt. The t-shirt was cut off at chest length, leaving my ripped abs from working on the farm exposed. Dressed, we went to the campfire and gathered with the other men. Some volunteers were cooking dinner. The rest of us drank some liquor of our individual choices and talked. When dinner was ready we sat at picnic tables and ate a delicious meal. After dinner Bud had me stand on a table and introduced me again. This time, to my surprise, he told the assembled men, I was theirs to enjoy for the weekend. He told them they would draw numbers and four of them at a time could be with me and him - as an overseer for my safety - during scheduled midday and evening sex sessions. Only those who wanted to spend some time with me were to participate in the lottery. As Bud passed a hat with the numbers every man in the camp took a number. Bud called out the first four men holding the lowest numbers - 1 through 4 - and we adjourned to our tent.