Could have been different

I have no regrets how my life has turned out; happily married for over 50 years,children and grandchildren. But it could have been so different. When I was still in junior school, so about 9 or 10, I was out one evening playing with my best friend, call him Jack. It was dark, but nobody worried about kids playing out late back then. We were on a piece of waste ground surrounded on all sides by houses. We'd been messing around knocking on doors and running away and were having a breather in a particularly dark corner where we wouldn't be seen by any irate householders. Jack started telling me about some of the 'big boys' he knew and that they liked to suck his cock and did I want to try it? As a kid, I didn't think anything of of it and, out of bravado and to show I could be a big boy, I agreed. Jack unfastened his shorts and pulled them down, together with his underpants and there was his little cock poking out at me. I followed his instructions and knelt down, put my hands on his hips and leaned forward. I opened my mouth wide and suddenly my nose was touching his warm, smooth belly. I closed my mouth to start sucking and just recoiled as soon as I felt his cock on my lips. I don't know what it was maybe the feel of touching peach skin, but I didn't like it! I jumped up, spitting and spluttering. Jack begged me to try again, but I said, "not a chance!" He pulled his pants up and we went our seperate ways home. We drifted apart after that, but I, somehow, never put it down to the failed blowjob. I've sometimes wondered what would have happened if he had offered to suck my cock first; maybe I would have felt obliged to give him proper head. What if he had been more dominant and forced me to suck him? Whatever, as I said in the beginning, I'm quite happy the way my life has turned out anyway.

By Anonymous

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