Bernard

Category: Male-Male (MM)
Submitted by: Santa Cruz'n' Age: 12 then Gender: Male

Was he a criminal?

I was twelve at the time and, except for the usual "playing doctor" stuff, had only had one sex encounter, when my older brother taught me how to jack off at age 9. For some reason we never did it together again.

We lived kind of out in the country in a house with several out-buildings. One of these was a kind of barn that had a hook-and-eye lock and was one of my favorite places to jack off.

I would go in the barn, lock the door, pull my pants down to my ankles, and go at it. There was some sort of waist-high crib in the barn, with a rounded edge, and I would position myself so the edge was under my balls as I was jacking. The pressure under my balls added to the pleasure and I still use something, a twisted towel, a cock-ring, to get that pressure.

One day I was in there jacking away and I had forgotten to lock the door, which was about three feet away from the crib.

Suddenly the door opened and standing there was Barnard, a neighbor guy who came over to visit now and then. I didn't realize I was gay at that age, but I knew I had sexual feelings for Bernard. He was a frequent fantasy in my jack off sessions.

Bernard was in his early 20s, kind of mentally slow, about 6'2", good-looking, and very well built-- big shoulders, big feet, big hands-- and he was looking right at my hard dick.

I was horribly embarassed, quickly pulled up my pants, turned, and ran to the back of the barn where I stood looking at Bernard, who was standing there looking kind of stunned. We looked at each other for a few seconds and then he said, in an embarrassed voice, "I didn't see nothin'. "

I knew that was a lie. He was trying to spare me the embarrassment. He'd seen me clearly.

And then I did something I still can't explain. I walked over to him, reached around him and locked the door, and pulled down my pants, showing him my still-hard dick. I took his hand and pulled it toward me and put it around my dick. He didn't object. I reached over and unzipped his pants, he helped me, and I reached in and felt this huge bulge in his underware. I said, "Take it out.", and he unbuckeled his pants and pulled them down along with his briefs. His dick was fully erect and huge. I've always had a big dick and at age twelve it was probably about 6", but Bernard's was considerably bigger than mine, very thick, and ram-rod straight. He had a six pack, a thick bush, and huge hanging balls, but my attention was totally fixed on that incredible dick. I reached over and took ahold of it- I could barely get my fingers all the way around it- and I moved so we were standing side-by-side, and we began to jack each other off. It was obvious that Bernard had had a lot of practice- either on himself or others, I don't know. I just knew that having his huge hand expertly pumping on my dick was about the best feeling I'd ever had.

We just kept jacking each other, not saying anything, just breathing hard and making lust-grunts and pleasure-grunts, until I built up to the boiling point and with a yell (I'm a yeller) I exploded in a terrific orgasm.

I never took my hand off of his dick, and as soon as I regained my composure I started jacking him again. He took ahold of me again and began jacking. I was hard again in seconds. This time we were both jacking very fast. Then Bernard said something I still don't understand. He said, " I wish we could get them in each other." I've thought about that many times over the years and I really regret not asking him what he meant. Was he offering oral sex? Anal sex? I'll never know. The thought of us sucking each other off has haunted me all my life. (I don't know how much of that monster I'd have been able to get in my mouth, but I'd have had a great time trying to find out!) The thought of anal sex with me on top would have been fantastic. The thought of anal sex with me on bottom would have been out of the question. He's have ruined me for life!

We just kept jacking. I could tell from Bernard's breathing and grunts that he was getting there. I jacked furiously, looking at his face, which had taken on an animal-like look of lust. Then, his whole body shaking, he gave a loud moan and shot a load about 3 feet out onto the floor, followed by about three more squirts. I held it for a bit more, slowly jacking. Then I made a big mistake and let go-- because then he let go too. I remember I really wanted him to give me another orgasm, but I was too inexperienced to ask him to keep going on me.

He pulled up his pants and buckled his belt and, regretfully, I did too.

I think I said something like, "I hope we can do this again." But he didn't say anything, just unlocked the door and left.

I'd see him occasionally, walking in the neighborhood, but we never spoke and we never got together.

I still recall that look on his face when he came. I've had a lot of encounters with guys, hundreds, and I occasionally see that look on a guy's face. Every time, I think of Bernard.

I read stories posted here about older guys seducing younger guys and the comments by some that this is taking unfair advantage and that it's illegal. But what about a younger guy seducing an older guy? If we'd been caught, Bernard would have been prosecuted, not me. And that wouldn't have been fair. There is no doubt I was the one who wanted this and made it happen.

[lb][i]This story was originally submitted to Solo Touch and not published because it violates the rules.[/i][rb]