Where it happened: my house
Langauge: english
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
My first time actually happened in two stages. My folks were out, my friend Rod was over, and we were in my basement wasting time. Rod started flipping an old kitchen knife at a cane-back chair. I said if you can make it stick I’ll suck you. His first throw, Twang! the knife stuck in like he was a professional. We both laughed. Now you have to suck me. We laughed again. Then we went upstairs to get a coke and sit in the living room. We sat there joking around and every once in a while he’d say, so, you gonna suck me or what? Get it out and I will. I just might do that. Go ahead. I ain’t getting it out unless you’re gonna suck it. I will, I said. Finally, after about a half hour of this, he unzipped his pants. Here it is, he said. You gotta take it out, I said. So he pulled out his dick and it was hard. I crossed to where he was sitting, got on my knees and took his cock in my mouth. He was uncircumcized, and I guess his foreskin was too tight to let the head slip out. (For a long time I thought all uncircumcized guys were like that.) I sucked on him about a minute, then stopped and went back to where I was sitting. That felt good, he said, let’s go up to your bedroom. No, I said, my folks will be home soon. (A lie: the fact is, I was scared at what I had done.) He got up to leave. Let me see yours before I go, he said. Why? I showed you mine. So I unzipped and pulled out my cock which was hard as a rock and red as a beet. How come you got a hardon, he asked. I don’t know, I said. Then he went home, leaving me feeling guilty, not so much for having sucked him but for having gotten a hardon as though that made me a bad person.
Rwo weeks later he came over again when my folks were out. We fooled around awhile, then he said, I liked it when you sucked me. Good, I said. Want to do it again? Okay. Let’s go up to your room. We did. He lay down on the bed and I could see he was hard. I unzipped him and pulled his dick out. I started sucking him off. Everytime I stopped, he’d say, Don’t stop. It feels so good. So I sucked some more. Then he started groaning and sort writhing around on the bed. I knew he was going to come but still was unprepared when the first spurt went in my mouth. I pulled away immediately and he kept pumping it out onto his shirt and pants, spurt after spurt after spurt.
After that, we’d have sex every couple of weeks or so. After the first few times he started sucking me off as well (We thought we’d discovered 69.) After about a year we stopped doing it as often. The last time we did it was when we were 17.
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