Where it happened: Virginia
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 10
Category: Straight
We were 12 that summer. John (names changed) came up from NC each summer to spend time with his grandparents on their farm. It was over 2000 acres on the river with livestock, crops and timber. There were a lot of tractor trails between fields and along the property line that backed up to a large power line. This was the third year he had come up and the first year I was able to hang out with him much, inasmuch as I was able to take our skiff out myself and row down the river to his pier. We used to share the chores and then ride bikes around the property for hours.
This year everything changed. I did lawn work for an old single guy where I lived. This was back in the late 60s long before VHS and DVDs; long before. Anyway, the old guy used to order these stag films through the mail. In his trash can I found an advertising photo sheet from the company he ordered the films from. It was black and white photos of couples and threesomes in various sex acts. I treated it like gold when I found it, carefully folding it and hiding it out in the detached garage so no one would find it.
John and I had caught up on what had happened in the past year. We both were in boy scouts and although we had both been masterbating for a few years, we were now generating loads when we ejaculated. I decided it was time to share my gold with John. When we got out about as far from the house and laborers as we could, which was on an isolated sandy area along the river, I told him I had something to show him. I pulled out the sheet and his eyes got huge and he begged me to tell him where I had gotten it.
I explained and told him that it was the only one I had seen in the 8 months I had worked for the old man. We both “ooohed’ and “ahhhed” over the various shots. We imagined our penises growing to the size the porn stats had where some of the gals could not get their whole hand around their shafts.
We stared at the shots of the guy’s cocks stuffed into the gal’s hairy snatches. We were intrigued by the gals with their mouths on the guy’s erections and the smiles the guys exhibited as a result. We saw some of the gals expressions and decided that sometimes what the guys were doing must hurt. It was John who suggested we pin the pictures on the tree and jerk off to them.
That seemed a capital idea. I was concerned about possibly damaging the paper but John found a way to set it up without puncturing the paper and still give us a good view of it. We both undid our flys and began to fondle ourselves. We, of course, checked each other out.
We were both circumcised; about the same size. He again led by unbuttoning his shorts and pulling them and his briefs down out of the way. He had more hair than I did. I did the same and we were both standing there, looking from the paper to ourselves and each other. He used a faster pace than I did, I used more of my hand on my shaft while he used his fingers for the same affect.
This lasted a few minutes and then he came first and then I did about a minute or two later. We did this 3 times that first day. And then we did the same thing every day for about a week. There was several days when I was at camp and we did not get together. It was a real sacrifice but I left the paper with him for that week.
When I returned we went straight to our “feel good” site. During the week we were apart I fantasized about what it might feel like to jerk each other off. Deep down I wondered what it might to feel like to have someone’s mouth around my penis, and shamefully, I got excited about what it might be like to feel MY mouth around someone else’s penis.
John had the same ideas and was vocal about it. He said we ought to try it on each other, as long as we BOTH did it, it would be ok. The very first time we reached for each other at the same time; 12 year olds must feel everything is fair, not that someone is going to feel his buddy’s hand and then not be reciprocated.
It felt otherworldly the first time I watched John move his hand into my space and slip it around my cock. OHHH the feeling! It felt wonderful. It felt even more wonderful the next day when we figured out that stealing some shower powder or baby oil made the hand jobs a lot easier and less rough.
It was exhilarating to reach my hand down to his anticipating erection and feel it pulsating in my hand, hot and fleshy. This happened several times a day for several weeks. Of course, we eventually considered that since we had been able to make part of the hand-job photo scenes come true, it might be able to replicate one of the others.
On one of the last few days John was there, we went to our spot and sat against a tree and just pulled out our equipment and started to masterbate each other. We both remarked how nice it felt. We both said for probably the hundredth time how nice it must feel to have some girl do it with her mouth. John then said something like, “Hey, once a guy closes his eyes do you think it matters whether the mouth on him is a girl or a guy’s?”
I told him that I supposed that a mouth was a mouth. He agreed. There was a long pause, then John asked if we could do that to each other. That was a thrilling idea, but there were a lot of 12 year old rules that went with it. We decided we could flip a coin to decide who would go first. Looking back I cannot remember if we considered the coin toss a win if we had to be the first one to give to the other or the first one to receive from the other.
Regardless, I won the toss and elected to receive. John agreed but he demanded that I wash it off before he’d do anything. That meant we went back to the spring out near one of the barns where there was a makeshift sink made from an old bucket and a bar of soap. I was so excited when I pulled my pants down and splashed the cold water on my cock and soaped it up and then rinsed. It occurred to me that John should likewise scrub up. It changed his whole demeanor when I suggested it to him that I’d want his dick clean, too. It reminded him that he’d get his, too.
We then biked back to our favorite site. I searched around the woods for anyone who might be watching then peeled my shorts down to my ankles. I wish I had a video of my face (and the whole event) as I then pulled my T-shirt up above my stomach and stared down with widened eyes as John knelt in from of me and moved his face within inches of my cock. I was semi-erect when he first opened his lips wide and closed them over my glans. It felt so wonderful! The photos we had been staring at were static, so at first we thought the whole deal was to just hold the cock in our mouth. Maybe instinctually, or by accident, John slid his mouth off of me as I began to swell against his tongue. The movement caused me to moan and I begged him to do it again. He swallowed then put me back in his mouth. Once or twice his teeth scraped and I gasped, but then he kind of got the 12 year old hang of it and opened his jaws more.
I have no idea how long I was in his mouth but I felt myself moving to the edge and just before I gushed I lurched back out of his mouth, which almost knocked him over, and then I came in a long jet off to the side. I stood there gasping for breath looking down at my cock with his saliva glistening on it and my jism on the tree roots. I was still trying to get my breath and John had already gotten his pants off and was fondling his balls saying, “My turn!”
Me, being the type that wants to please others was more than willing to give John his turn. He gave the first blowjob and I enjoyed it, but I learned from what he did and I know I gave him a better first time than he gave me. After I got my pants back on and my breath back, I looked over at his cock, which was already erect and aimed at me. I knelt down in front of him. Even though he had washed a few minutes before I was aware of a boy-type smell, not overwhelming or gross but just, well, there.
I inched closer to him on my knees and took his cock at the base with my thumb and forefinger. I crossed my eyes watching the tip of his cock come close to my face as I leaned towards him. I kept licking my lips and pooled a bit of saliva on my tongue for a few moments. He inched his feet closer me, I felt his tip against my lips, which I parted and felt him push against me some, his glans sliding past my lips. He moaned as I moved my tongue and mouth back and forth on his cock. I panicked as I went to swallow and had to disengage because I could not figure out how to swallow without my teeth clenching down. After a few more tries I was able to keep engaged with his cock without having to swallow and then I was able to take a breath, swallow and keep my mouth on him.
Again, I have no idea how long I sucked his cock that first time, but I was disappointed when I sensed that he was going to finish. I managed to get him out of my mouth just as he spasmed and he caught me on the shoulder with a jet of his cum.
We saw each other a few times in subsequent years, but we never did anything again, until one day about 20 years later. I attended his grandfather’s wake and saw John and his wife. I spent some time with them over the course of the week they were in town to settle some estate issues. One night after dinner they invited me back to the farm. When I started to decline, John’s wife, Cheryl gave me a hug and discreetly whispered that she had so hoped I would accept their invitation. She had hoped that we could all take the evening and compare techniques!
John was my first blowjob, and he and his wife were my first MFM; it was a rare moment that evening when someone did not have their mouth full!
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