Stories : How I Became A Cock-Sucker

In Europe one time with some gay Dutch friends, we entertained ourselves one cold night with a game called “How I Became a Cock-Sucker.”  The only American at this gathering at my friends’ home in the Netherlands, I told them how it happened to me.

The beginning of my cock-sucking began when I was a young teenager in the 1970s.  Many of you were born way after that time, and so you might find this “ancient history.”  We didn’t have cell phones, personal computers, or faxes in those days.  We didn’t even have answering machines.  If you needed to get hold of a person on a phone, you called them on the rotary phone and talked to a person or you didn’t.

It was a much simpler time:  good in some ways, not so good in other ways.  Not so good was the “closetness” of gays.   Some gay guys were out, but in small Midwestern towns, for the most part, if you were gay, you were not out.  Being gay and young in a small Midwestern town was not easy.  There were no gay characters on TV, no gay magazines you could buy in my small town, and “gay marriage” would have been laughed at or been an idea most people thought too horrible or sinful to contemplate.

However, that didn’t mean there was no gay sex happening.  Oh, yeah — it was happening in the usual places where I lived: in homes, of course; in cars and trucks; out in the woods; in public bathrooms; and, in the case of my first gay experience, in the backyard sauna.  And, yes, I was a teen, so no need if you read this to feel compelled to judge the underage sexual goings-on.  I’m just stating what happened, and it happened then all the time, and it still happens all the time.  It’s a fact.  Don’t be critical, please:  this is a historical record of what happened, not a trial of my sexual comings and goings.  I did what I did — like a lot of other guys, in those days — and have no regrets, then or now, of what happened.

The 1970s were a time before phrases like “safer sex” and “consensual sex” and “sex with minors” were common.  There was lots of sex, and the gay and underage sex was just hidden and usually never talked about.  In the subsequent years since this incident happened, I’ve talked to many gay guys who have had similar “first-time” experiences like I did.

This story starts when I was about twelve years old and my family built a wood-burning sauna in our backyard.  Both my parents were of Scandinavian extraction (mainly Finnish. a tiny bit Swedish), where saunas were commonplace in homes or garages or backyards.  When I was about thirteen — when my little dick started to get hard much to my amazement and become bigger and change color, again to my delight — I took saunas whenever I could with my friends.  I always enjoyed seeing my teenage guy friends and their beautiful dicks.  I would have to hide my erection with a washcloth when I’d be staring at their big dicks in the sauna.  They were much more developed than I was.  Some of my friends had some really nice dicks, but I never saw them get hard or even semi-hard, so I figured they weren’t like me, whatever it was I was, as “gay” was not something I even really knew about.  I wasn’t quite sure what was going on in my head.  I always hoped that I could maybe touch or feel another dick, but, unfortunately, it never happened that first year of the sauna with my friends.

All that changed one winter evening when I was home alone for the weekend.  My parents had gone away for a couple of days, leaving me with my older brother.  As soon as my parents left town, my brother — who had his first car at 16 — took off, too.  Who knows where he went: he had wheels and was free.  I decided to light the sauna, but none of my guy friends were around (no answering machines to leave them messages, remember).  I still wanted that wonderful wood heat and steam to warm my body.  I am Scandinavian (by ancestry), through and through, and love winter and cold nights and hot saunas and jumping in the snow after getting all hot in the sauna.  It was winter, cold in the dressing room, and you would strip in that frigid cold, my tiny little dick getting even smaller in the freezing cold, and then hurry naked in the 130 degree or so temp of the sauna.  I can still feel that wonderful wood warmth — the best natural warmth in the world — when I think of those wonderful sauna days and nights.

Now my parents trusted me for the weekend as I was a responsible kid, but my father had asked his best friend — the high school football coach — to check up on me, to make sure that I didn’t burn down the house or sauna, and to see if I needed anything while they were gone.  My father was the assistant high school football coach, and Gene was the head coach.  He was a man amongst all men, as I always thought.  Six foot six, a former all-star high school athlete himself, he weighed about 270 pounds and was all muscle.  He could have thrown my skinny little frame 50 feet without a problem!  Gene was unmarried and didn’t date, as far as I knew.  He had dark wavy hair, gorgeous lips that I fantasized about kissing, and the biggest feet I had ever seen on a man.  He was this beautiful giant, and a nice guy to boot with a wonderful smile and sparkling personality.  He was a great coach, and all the guys liked and respected him.  If I wasn’t noticing his smile at school or if he came over to visit my dad, I was glancing — secretly — at that noticeable bulge in his pants, and it was what I wanted to see, for sure.

I was throwing some wood in the sauna that Saturday afternoon and filling the hot and water tanks with the outside hose — the usual preparations that I enjoyed doing to get the sauna prepared — when Coach Gene arrived at the sauna in the backyard.

“I saw the smoke from the driveway,”  he said.  “Just checking on you, kid.  Your parents, you know how they worry — they want to make sure the house is still standing when they come home.”

Oh, he was so handsome and sexy, in his mid-30s, so wonderful, at the peak of his manhood.  I had to look up at him — I was about five feet, five inches — he was so tall, and that square jaw made me a little dizzy to look at, as well as those luscious full lips of his.

“The house is still standing,” I replied, just as my dick began standing in my pants at the sight of him.  “It’s a perfect day to get out of the cold, so I lit the sauna about an hour ago.”

Coach Gene helped me put some water in the tanks, looked at the fire in the stove and called it a success, and then suggested we go in the house as he had brought some pop for me.  We sat in the kitchen, drinking the ginger ale and talking of school and friends, the usual things, and the fact that I was not football material but going to try out for the golf team in the spring.

“You know,” I said, the wheels in my head spinning, “I tried to get hold of some of my friends, but they aren’t home.  If you aren’t doing anything, you can take a sauna with me, if you want.  It’s almost ready.”  He had taken saunas with my dad, so I knew he enjoyed the heat and steam.

“Sounds good,” Gene smiled.  “As long as you have a washcloth and towel, we’re set.”  I was shaking a bit (I still do that to this day, even in my 50s, when I am near a hunky man), knowing I was about to see this giant of a man naked in awhile.  Never did I think this alone time was ever going to happen with my big crush and first fantasy guy.

We had another ginger ale, and my excitement was building.  I was going to see this hunky man naked, and my dick was already hard at the thought.  The sauna needed about another half hour to get up to a good, hot temperature to make us both sweat.  After thirty minutes, I checked the sauna one last time and announced to Coach Gene the sauna was ready.

Off to the dressing room we went.  My dick was hard as I stripped, but it wasn’t a very big dick as it had just started developing at 13 years old, and I didn’t have much pubic hair at that point, so I knew I didn’t have much to show the Coach.  But I didn’t care:  I was alone with him.  After I was naked, I hurried into the sauna — putting my hand in front of my hard dick as best I could to hide it — and Coach Gene took his time stripping out of his clothes.

“Feels so good in here,” I shouted to Coach Gene in the dressing room.  “The thermometer says about 140.”  I threw some water on the rocks to get the wonderfully delicious steam circulating.

I got on the top bench after getting a pail of water, placed strategically in front of my hardon.  Coach would sit on the other end of the bench, a few feet from me, and maybe he would not notice my hardness — plus, I had a washcloth to hide my small hardon if it decided to get even bigger.

Coach walked in.  Ohmygod in heaven:  I was unprepared for what I saw.  I figured he would have a big dick like some of my older teenage friends, but I was shocked at what I saw.  There, hanging in all its glory, was his massive dick.  The gorgeous thing of his made my mouth open in amazement.  I couldn’t help it:  It was, incredibly, unbelievably, eight inches flaccid, veins running down the length of it, and thicker than my wrist.  If I hadn’t been sweating from the heat of the sauna, I would have sweated at the sight of that monster.  I could barely swallow looking at it.  To this day, when I close my eyes, I can see that image of him walking in with the biggest dick I had ever seen to that point.

“Help yourself to the cold water in the tank, and some hot water to make it warmer,” I told Coach.  He turned around, and I could see the tightly muscled ass, just perfection in a man, the first man’s ass I had seen close up other than those of my father and uncle.  This was a real man’s ass, conditioned by years of athletics and coaching.  I wanted to feel that ass so bad, and wanted to touch that dick of his, but I was unsure of what else I would do with it as I was so ignorant of sexual matters.

We talked awhile and I threw water on the rocks to get it hotter and hope that my little erection would subside, so Coach would not notice.  The steam (loyly in Finnish, with an umlaut — two dots — above the letter o) just took my breath away, as did the sight of his beautiful body.  I kept taking short glances at his heavenly body.  My dick only got harder and stood up more as I glanced at his massive chest and tree trunk-like legs.  We talked more of school and team sports and then Coach said that we should go in the dressing room to cool off.

He got up from the bench, and I noticed that his dick had got a bit hard.  It had grown about an inch and was now about nine inches, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of it.  It was beautiful.  I gulped as I stared at the veins that ran through and around it, and the head was a deep purple color.  I shook a little bit as I looked at it longingly.  I wanted to feel it so badly.

We cooled off in the dressing room, me hiding my erection behind a towel as best I could.

After we cooled off, we returned into the sauna, the wood burning hotly, the lively flames making wonderful noises as dry maple and birch and pine do in a hot fire.  We enjoyed more loyly as I threw water on the rocks.

“Let me soap you up,” Coach said.  “It’s always hard to get your own back.  Stand up.”

Well, there was no turning back — literally and figuratively — so down from the sauna bench I went, me and my erection, and stood up so Coach could soap my back.  He soaped it with those big hands, and it felt so good to have a man do that to me.  This was heaven.  He soaped and rubbed my shoulders and then my legs, and — oh my goodness, it couldn’t be happening — my tight little teenage butt cheeks.  He put his hand with the bar of soap near my hole, and I thought I would faint, from his touch and the heat and a feeling I had never felt before in my ass.  His hand went in my tight hole a bit and he felt around a bit in the entrance, caressing it, cleaning it, rubbing it, making it tingle, and I thought I was going to pass out.

“Turn around,” he commanded, “and let me get your front.”

I turned around, and immediately looked down at his crotch — and there it was, his dick, completely hard, all ten inches of it, sticking out, as hard as it could get, in all its glory.  I could not imagine that a dick could get that big and thick.  I was shocked:  How could a dick be that big!  It was gigantic; it was more than twice the size of my little teenage dick and three times as thick.  All I could do was stare at it.  I’m sure my eyes were popping out of my head like one of those crazed Saturday morning cartoon characters.  I was, indeed, crazed.

“You like my dick?”  Coach asked, seeing that I only had eyes for his 10-incher.  “You can touch it if you want.  There’s nothing wrong with that. Guys do it all the time.  It’s okay.  Go ahead.”

I touched it and couldn’t believe the wonderful hard feel to it and the beautiful brown and gold and red and purple colors of it.  The blood was flowing through the veins and the purple cockhead.  His dick was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my young life.  I grabbed it with both hands and even both hands didn’t cover the full length of his dick.

“Get on your knees and suck it,” Coach commanded.  “Have you sucked a dick before?  There’s nothing wrong with that.  Go ahead.”

Suck on his dick?  What the heck, I thought.  This was something I had never thought of, but, hey, I did what Coach commanded.  Sucking on a dick, wow, who would have thought?  I got on my knees, thankfully, slowly, holding onto his legs as I got on the cement floor of the sauna, his massive meat right in front of my face.

Coach saw my hesitation.

“You’ve never done this before?”  he asked.

No, I shook my head.

“Just open your mouth wide,” he instructed.  “Watch out for your teeth, I don’t want to feel your teeth on my dick.  Use your lips and tongue.  Just slowly put my dick in your mouth — and suck with your lips and tongue.”

And, at that moment, on the cement floor, with my mouth open, in front of that monstrous cock,  I knew what I was:  I was a cock-sucker.

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