This is a true story based on a real experience in my past. Actual dialogue is, of course, fictionalized to fit my memory of the sequence of actual events. All rights and copyrights are in place. Most of the other stories I have posted are listed under "Reprobate" in the Authors section. All emails, whether complimentary or offering constructive criticism, are welcomed and responded to.
In actuality, Brian and I were both 16 and still in high school. We weren't exactly friends. We knew each other, shared a couple classes, but I cannot say we knew each other well. We each had our own groups of friends we would hang around with, both in school and out of school. We did, however, know each other well enough to sit down and talk together whenever the instance arose. I liked Brian and I imagine he liked me, enough anyway that our conversations usually flowed easily without any uncomfortable silences.
I guess it was those conversations we had that prompted him to start seeking me out, from time to time, to talk about something that might be bothering him at that moment in time. Even way back then (almost 40 years ago), we had our own versions of "teenage angst". He knew he could talk to me about anything and I wouldn't judge him ... and that whatever we talked about would remain just between the two of us. He felt I had my feet on the ground and that he could count on any advice I might offer him. Come to think about it, a fair number of friends seemed to come to me with their problems and troubles. I guess that was when I started earning a nickname in later years as "Father Confessor".
Brian was a few inches shorter than I was, maybe standing about 5'8" and had a medium build with a natural musculature developed from years of doing his chores on the family farm. He always wore tight jeans, which were the fashion of the day, which displayed his firm butt and a nice basket in front. His shirts were normally a long sleeve sport shirt with a white t-shirt underneath which his open necked shirt would reveal part of. Longish brown straight hair and brown eyes completed the look. He was not exceptionally goodlooking, more what I might term these days as "cute", but in a masculine way.
This one day, I had a spare class and was headed to the library after that periods classes had begun. I thought I was the only one in the hallway. As I turned to walk down to the next floor where the library was located, a pair of hands grabbed me on each side of my waist and pulled me back so my whole back was pressed against whoever it was that had their hands on me. To say I was startled would be an understatement ... more like I just about shit my pants, so unexpected this contact was.
"Where are you headed?" I heard a familiar voice ask.
"Hi Brian" I said, finally able to calm myself down enough to speak "just going to the library as usual. I thought we were meeting there." I was giving him a bit of physics tutoring when we each had a spare at the same time.
"Yeah, we were ... we are ... but I wanted to ask you something before we got there and delved into learning again."
"Sure, what's up?" I asked as we started down the stair together
"Are you busy after school today? I wanted to talk to you about something if you have the time" Brian confided
"No, I'm not busy. But there will be no car at home for me to give you a ride home after."
"That's okay. I drove the pickup in today ... told Dad I had to take care of things after school" he said with a smile. "You can meet me in the parking lot after last class and we can drive together to your place."
"Sounds good." I said as I opened the library door for Brian to enter first. Then I whispered "But now ... physics!!" to which Brian could only groan his displeasure.
We met in the parking lot as planned and a few minutes later we walked into my house. I offered him a soda, got us each one and then settled in the living room so we could talk. He chose to sit on the sofa, I sat in a chair directly across the coffee table from him. We each slouched back comfortably.
"So, what would you like to talk about today?" I asked sincerely
"Ahhhhhhh ... well .... it's ummmmm ... it's kind of embarrassing. And if you don't want to talk about it, its okay. Ahhhhh .... ummmmm ... oh shit. I don't know how to even start talking about it," Brian admitted with a deep blush.
This ought to be good, I thought to myself. Brian and I had had many conversations on a variety of topics and this is the first time he'd found it difficult to even start talking about it.
"Maybe it would help if you told me the subject of what you want to talk about" I suggested
"It's about ... ummmmm ... SEX" he said, practically yelling the last word just to get it out.
"Yeah ... okay ... I don't mind talking about sex. My mother just about had a bird just this past Saturday night. When she came in, there was about a dozen friends, guys and girls here. And we were just sitting around, drinking ice water, and openly discussing sex. Mom said Hello to everyone and then went into the kitchen as if nothing was different, but I thought she might be having a problem with the topic of conversation ... because we had kept right on talking about it even while she was here. So I went into the kitchen after her. When I asked if she was okay with the discussion, she said she thought it was great that all of us could sit around and talk about it so openly. And that we didn't clam up or change the subject when she came in."
Brian sat there almost in shock. He said he couldn't believe my mother was so cool about it all. He said his parents would have gone ballistic.
"So, what did you talk about? Just ..." and then he leaned forward and asked if there was anyone else home. When I answered in the negative he continued "did you just talk about fucking or about other stuff too."
"We talked about a bunch of stuff ... just about everything you can think about discussing we talked about it."
"You talk about blowjobs?" he asked, again blushing
Ahhhhhh ... I thought, he has divulged what he wants to talk about. But I decided to let him lead us into it as he became more comfortable talking about it.
"Well ... we kept the terminology a bit more bookish than that" I laughed "but yeah, we talked about oral sex a bit."
"Ummmmm ... can I ask you a question?" he asked
"Sure ... anything you want. Remember, what we say and do always remains just between you and me. You know that. You never hear me talk about what I might say or do with other friends, or what they say or do. So, feel free to ask anything and I will answer as honestly as I can. Just remember though, whatever you ask me, I can ask you too and I expect just as truthful an answer. "
"Okay ... are you still a virgin?"
"No" I said "Are you still a virgin?"
Again Brian blushed and hesitated before he answered "Yes"
Composing himself, he asked "When was the first time you had sex?"
"You mean sex with girl? When I was 13" I answered
He was obviously puzzled by my clarification. He shook himself out of it and asked "Have you ever had a blowjob?"
"Yes" I replied "Have you?"
"How could I have had a blowjob if I am still a virgin?" he asked a little disgusted with my apparent stupidity
"Well, in my book, a guy is a virgin until he sinks his dick into something other than a mouth or a hand" I said with a laugh.
"Yeah well ... I guess you are right there." Brian admitted with a smirk
Then he continued .. "So, have you had more than one blowjob?"
"Oh yeah ... many more than one." I admitted honestly.
"Holy Shit. I really am behind" he said, shaking his head "The guys I hang with, they are always talking about getting laid and getting blowjobs ... bragging about it in front of all us guys. I keep thinking I am missing something ... doing something wrong or something. No girl that I go out with has ever wanted to do anything except maybe a bit of petting" He was sounding a bit depressed about it.
"If its any consolation, the guys that are bragging about getting laid or a blowjob all the time are usually the ones that aren't getting any of it. Its the ones who don't talk about it, they are usually the ones scoring" I said with a grin "You know that saying ... those who do it, do it ... those who don't do it, talk about doing it"
"Yeah, I heard something like that before. But these guys ... I don't know. They sure talk a good game if they aren't getting it. Like details ... they have details of how everything felt."
"A good imagination could easily convince someone that has never experienced it for themselves" I said.
"True enough" he conceded. Then he looked up and asked "So when did you get your first blowjob?"
"When I was 11. Actually, that was the first time I shot a load"
"ELEVEN !!!! Eleven??? 11?? Really???"
I nodded my head with a smile.
"What girl would give a guy a blowjob at 11?" he asked, expecting an answer as he tilted his soda up for another sip
"Who said it was a girl that gave me one?"
Brian choked on the liquid in his mouth and I swear he almost swallowed the bottle. He looked at me seriously, then his expression calmed.
"You let a guy suck your dick?"
"Yes. A number of times, if you must know."
Again Brian's expression clouded momentarily.
"So ... ummmmm .... errrmmmmm .... ahhhhhhhh ... do you have sex with guys?"
"Yes ... I have sex with guys ... and I have sex with girls. I enjoy having sex with both." I responded
"What guys have you had ... ummmmm ... had sex with?"
"Now that would be telling" I said with a grin "And you know ... I don't tell."
Brian nodded and then took another drink from his bottle of pop. I guess he learned quick not to ask a question and then drink. As he tilted his bottle up, I stole a quick glance at his crotch and noticed it was a little more full looking than usual. Setting the bottle back onto the table, he again leaned back and placed his hand nonchalantly on his basket.
"If I ask you a question" Brian began, his eyes avoiding mine, his fingers fidgeting a bit around his package "do you promise not to get mad?' he asked somewhat timidly.
"Sure. Its just you and me here ... you can ask me anything. And I promise I won't get mad."
"Have you ever ... ahhhhhh ... ummmm ... given a guy a blowjob?" he asked, still avoiding my eyes.
"Yes, a few times" I confessed, but choosing to under exaggerate.
"Holy shit ... REALLY? Did you like doing it? Why did you do it?" Brian asked in rapid fire succession, now firmly gripping a growing bulge.
"Yes ... really" I smiled, realising we were probably now headed down the path to the inevitable question "It was okay. I didn't mind doing it. As to the why's ... well ... reciprocation. A guy gives you a blowjob, it only seems right to give one back. Don't you think?"
"Yeah ... I guess" he said hesitantly. As he gripped and released his now obviously hard cock through his jeans, he continued "Gosh, I would sure like to find out what a blowjob feels like. But I don't think I could do that reciprocating stuff. Not with a guy." he blushed.
"Well, maybe there are guys out there who would give you a blowjob and not expect something back ... but I don't know any. Like ... if I gave you a blowjob, I would want us naked and in bed. And I would expect you to do to me what I do to you."
"You mean you would be willing to give me a blowjob?" he asked
"I was only using that as an example ... but ... if you are interested then, yeah I would give you a blowjob. But you know my conditions. If I do you ... then you have to do me." As the possibility of this eventuality inched closer, my own cock stretched out hard across my hip, its hardness and location could be plainly seen by Brian if he looked. And he looked. I traced my hard cock with my finger and then I looked back up at him.
"So ... are you interested?" I asked with a sly smile
"No ... I don't think so ... I don't know" his hand now still in his lap but firmly gripping his hard pole. "Like, I want a blowjob ... but I don't think I could put a dick in my mouth. That's just ... gross."
"But you want me to put your dick in my mouth. You don't think that's gross?"
"I see your point" he said with a timid smile. "Well, I don't know. Nobody will ever know about it? If we do this?"
"Nobody will ever know ... not unless you tell them" I replied
"Well I sure as hell won't be telling anyone." Brian took another drink from his pop and then continued "If the only way I am going to get a blowjob is to give one back ... then, I guess I will have to do it. It seems no girl is going to give me one. And I want to know how it feels." Then gripping his hard cock in his jeans, he gave it a shake and smiled, looking right at me as he concluded "And I guess I really, really need one now"
"So ... you want to go up to my room?"
"Yeah, I guess. Better get this over with" he said as if accepting a death sentence.
We went up the stairs to my room, with me watching that fine slender ass covered in tight denim go up ahead of me.
"Straight down the hall ... first door on the right" I said as we made the upstairs landing.
We entered the open door into the room and then I closed and locked it behind me. When I turned back around, I was a bit surprised to see Brian already stripping off his clothes. I shed mine in a hurry and turned down the blankets and top sheets. I found by experience that most first timers preferred climbing under the covers first, just until things got started. I looked up and found Brian blatantly staring at me, his cock having gone soft since leaving the sofa. Soft, it was about 4" dropping slightly down over low hanging balls. For body hair, it just started in a dark trail below his navel and fanned out a bit to just at the top of his cock. If he had hair anywhere else, it wasn't dark enough for me to see from across the bed. My own cock, however, still stood at full erection pointing at 90 degrees from my body.
"You really are built" Brian observed "I knew, of course, you had a big build. Just never knew it was all muscle. And hairy ... shit ... Is that why I hear some kids call you Gorilla??" he inquired, but not a mean way.
"Yeah. I've been hairy all over since I was about 12. Started into weightlifting then too" I responded and as I did, Brian's cock was firming up to full hard again. About 7 cut inches and nicely thick.
I moved to get into bed on the side I was on and Brian moved to do the same on his side. Laying there, facing each other, I reached out to stroke my fingers down his exposed chest and side. He tensed initially, but then relaxed. I rolled him onto his back and my hand wandered across his chest slowly, stopping to circle and then tweak each nipple. As my hand caressed over and down across his abdomen, Brian started intaking short quick breaths. I ran my hand past his navel and then drew it back to caress the hip closest to me. Brian moaned in disappointment when I did not go immediately for his hard dick that was tenting the sheets. I moved my hand down his hip onto his thigh and slowly feather touched my fingers across and up and down his inner thighs. He spread his legs further to give me total access as he raised an arm to drape it over his closed eyes.
I slowly brought my fingers up his inner thigh and when they started caressing Brian's ball sack, another moan, this time of excitement escaped his lips. I rolled his hefty balls delicately between my fingers and then massaged his entire bag. I reached further up then, wrapping first just a couple fingers around the base of his cock, then added more as I gently stroked up its shaft until my whole hand was wrapped around it. Brian let a whimper escape it mouth, a quick intake of breath as his legs drew up a bit opening himself even further. I stroked up fully and then ran my thumb around his cock head forcing more gasps and whimpers through his clenched teeth. His breaths almost hissing as he attempted to control his excitement.
I moved the covering sheets and blankets down below our knees, and Brian promptly kicked his feet, sending everything to the floor. As he kept his eyes hidden, I leaned over and ran my tongue around the now exposed glans. Another audible intake of breath and a whimper sounded from Brian. I then sealed my lips around his cockhead, my tongue playing all around it, and then as my hand stroked down his shaft, my hot wet mouth followed taking more and more of him until my hand was again cupping his balls and I had Brian's cock down to its root.
I held him there for a few seconds, and then I started moving me head up and down, slipping my lips back until his cock almost escaped and then immediately sinking it back into my throat. Brian was laying there, arm across his eyes and all he could do was moan and whimper his delight. As my lips quickened their pace and my hand massaged his churning balls, I felt his orgasm start its approach. Just before he reached the point of no return, I let go of his balls, removed my mouth from his throbbing cock and laid on back on the bed beside him.
With genuine bewilderment Brian whined "Why did you stop? I was almost there." as he stared at me incredulously.
"My turn" I said
"Oh" he groaned "but I would have done you even if you let me cum, you know"
"Experience has taught me that guys sometimes change their mind" I said with a smile.
"Well, I wouldn't have." he said, but not convincingly. "I have never done this before. What do I do?"
"Just do to me what I did to you"
Brian's hand tentatively reached out and ran his hand across my chest and quickly down over my abdomen.
"A little slower is better. No need to rush."
He stated again, this time lingering over one area a bit before moving on to the next.
"Your hair is softer than I thought it would be. It's kind of neat." he said as he permitted a weak smile.
Down across my stomach to my hip, moving his hand ever closer to my still hard cock. His hand slipped down to my inner thigh, and I held my breath as he drew it back up to gently touch, almost tickle, my balls. Brian then took an audible breath as his hand ventured further to grasp and stroke my pulsing cock. I had been oozing precum like mad, so his hand stroked easily up my shaft, then he ran his fingers around my cockhead. He gathered up as much of the clear goo as he could and then wiped his hand on his thigh.
"You certainly ooze a lot" he commented almost absentmindedly as his hand returned to stroke my cock again.
I just grunted in response and I enjoyed the ministrations of his fingers. I wouldn't have told him, but I would have been quite happy for this hunky guy to just stroke me off. But suddenly, without an apparent hesitation, I felt him take my glans in his mouth and hold it there, as his hand kept up a steady stroking. I could only groan in pleasure. He swirled his tongue around the head ... and again I groaned loudly. I kept my eyes closed and felt him reposition himself between my thighs ... his lips never loosing contact with my dick. With a quiet moan, Brian took my cock right down to its root and then started a suctioning up and down motion.
"Teeth" I gasped "watch your teeth"
Without breaking rhythm he corrected himself so he wasn't scraping my shaft and he continued his bobbing on my anxious cock. His one hand had moved back between my legs to tickle and caress my drawn up balls. He may be new at this, but he sure was a natural. He got into a fast rhythm, bobbing up and down on my straining cock with his hot, wet mouth and tightly held lips ... his tongue playing up and down my shaft. All the while emitting a stream of almost constant moans and snorts. I was in ecstasy and could feel my climax fast approaching.
Almost in an instant my climax was upon me.
"I am going to cum" I groaned out in warning, but Brian kept pistoning his head and stroking my balls.
As soon as my first shot of sperm exited my cock, Brian removed his head and used his free hand to continue stroking my cock quickly, pointing my spewing cock so I coated my chest and then abdomen as my orgasm lessened. I felt another gob come from somewhere and land on my stomach and when I opened my eyes, I realised Brian had spit out the first shot he had gotten in his mouth.
As he continued to stroke my now softening cock, he looked at me with a blush on his face.
"I guess I got carried away a bit. I was thinking if I wanted you to take my cum in your mouth, that I better take your cum in mine. But I couldn't ... sorry. I can't believe I just did that to you."
"It was great. Thank you" I said with a smile, looking in his eyes.
Before he could say more, I reached up and grabbed his shoulders and pulled him down so he was laying on his back beside me. Then, before he had any real chance to even orient himself, I sunk my watering mouth down, taking his now semi-hard cock right down to his pubic hair.
I groaned with pleasure as I felt it quickly harden in my mouth and then throat. I drew back, almost losing his cock head and then sunk fully onto him again, Now it was his turn to moan loudly as he could not control a thrust from his hips and I felt his hands grabbing my head. I let some saliva exit my lips and my hand rubbed it into his tightening balls. The next drool, I slathered it down under his balls and ran my fingers around his asshole. With a loud gasp, he again arched his hips up, trying to sink more of his ready cock down my throat. With that I began a full fledged assault on his throbbing member.
As my mouth moved up and down his shaft, my tongue was gong wild on his cock head. Up and down I went, his hands pushing my head down so every last millimetre of him sank as far into my throat as it could. Meanwhile my fingers rubbed around his rosebud, pushing in slightly until I had the tip of my index finger invading his ring. As my lips took another descent on his cock, my finger invaded further into his butt until I could feel the hard knot of his prostate. Each time my mouth met his pubic hair, my finger jabbed at and caressed his prostate causing Brian to thrash about the bed, crying out his pleasure.
Within a few short minutes, almost without warning, his climax hit him and my mouth was filling with his hot creamy cum. I swallowed each blast, 4 or 5 good jets and then quickly changing so it was just oozing. I backed off so only his glans was in my mouth and as my caressing hand urged more from his balls, my finger in his butt coaxing more from his prostate with its gentle jabs, my mouth suctioned as much of his warm seed from him as I could.
I felt small tremors shaking their way through his body. I looked up and was greeted by a contented smile.
"You OK?" I asked as another tremor passed through him.
"Oh yeah ... great." he said with a huge smile "I sometimes shake after I cum ... but only when its been a real good one. That was ... GREAT."
"Glad you liked it" I smiled back, and then bent over to lick a just emerging late drop of cum from his softening cock.
"You were right."
"Right about what?" I asked
"Those guys bragging about the blowjobs they got. I don't think they ever got one. Or I just got one that was a heck of a lot better than they ever got." he said with a chuckle.
I reached over and grabbed some tissues from beside the bed and started wiping the remnants of my own cum of my body.
"Well, lets just say I give better blowjobs than their girlfriends" I said looking at Brian with a wicked look in my eye.
Brian became sober again. "This IS just going to stay between us ... right? Like ... you aren't going to tell anyone that I sucked your cock ... are you?"
"I told you. Whatever is said or done between you and me will always stay between you and me. Period."
"OK ... I believe you. And you know the same holds true with me." After a pause Brian continued "So ... ummmm ... ahhhhhhh ... do you ...ahhhhhhh .... think we can do this again sometime."
"Sure ... if you want to."
"How about now?" he said with another wide smile as he reached down and started stroking his once again erecting cock.
I grinned back and I positioned us on the bed so we were head to crotch. Before I even finished settling myself, Brian's head was between my legs sucking my now hardening cock once again into his hot mouth.
Brian and I got together a few more times before the end of high school .. each time it was just oral sex. He never wanted to try anything more. I ran into him while I was running the hotels and at that time he was married and had a number of kids. I was too busy to spend much time talking with him that night, but he planned to return another night. He never did.