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One First Time by S.M. Hill
I sucked my first cock before I had my first kiss. I suspect that may be true for a lot of gay men.
I came out when I was 15. I lived in a small town in Ohio and it was the late 90's so it wasn't the most enlightened area.
Word got around fast. A gay kid in that town was like having a martian visit. It was such a novelty. It wasn't long before I started getting bullied and beat up, called names, the whole deal. I had friends and they didn't care if i was gay or straight or purple. In fact, there was a bit of cache that came with being friends with the only out gay boy. It was a way to show how enlightened and modern and open minded they were.
I used to run track for my school and one of my friends was on the team. We would run together after school, conditioning ourselves and trying to become marathon runners and all that. He was the same age as me, 15. He was tall and lanky and had a mop of shaggy brown hair that fell down to, and occasionally covered, his green eyes.
We would run after school. We would run for miles. After our runs, we'd usually go to his house to cool off, shower, hydrate, rest up and refuel by eating all the food in his mother's pantry.
We were close friends, and we were on the track team together, so casual nudity was nothing really new between us. Between sleepovers, and track meets, and gym class, and pool parties, we had seen a lot of each other. I hadn't seen him completely naked, but I saw his bare butt a few times and he was almost always shirtless whenever we'd hang out in his bedroom.
Even after I came out to him, he didn't seem to alter this routine. It gave me great comfort in that it meant he didn't see our relationship as different, but also tormented me beause at that age everything was charged with an undercurrent of sex and hormones. Seeing him show his body off so casually was wonderful but also torture to me.
We were at his house after a conditioning session. My legs are tired, we're sweaty and smelly and he goes to take a shower while i busy myself raiding the fridge. I grabbed a few things then headed back to his room which was hangout central for us. He got out of the shower and comes into his room. He's wrapped in only a towel, his hair is still dripping wet. Granted, this was nothing really new for us, but that day, my eyes started to wander.
Obviously, it wasn't the first time my I checked him out. But I was always careful not to get caught, or at least, I thought I was.
He had a runners build. Tall and lanky. Long legs with strong calf muscles. His legs were coated in fine hairs and sometimes I would catch a bone following those hairs all the way up until they disappeared under his shorts and my imagination would run wild thinking about what those hairs led to. His arms were long too, but his biceps were well defined. His stomach was flat, and smooth. His abs weren't defined, but he had what i call the ken doll lines, where the torso and legs meet and there's a noticable V shape that only seems to appear on ken dolls, supermodels and professional athletes.
It was then I noticed he had a pretty noticable bulge proturding from the front of the towel. Boners and 15 year old boys. At that age, the breeze can get you hard. I didn't think it had anything to do with me, but looking back I wonder about it.
Yes, hormones and puberty can wreak havoc on the teenage body, and spontaneous erections are, well, spontaneous. But you know what can also get you hard? Being naked in the same room as the only openly gay boy in school. Maybe we were too sheltered and naive to know it at the time, but there was definitely some sexual tension going on and I wonder how much of that played a part in what was to happen. I mean, he did just get out of the shower. He could have taken care of it while in private in his own bathroom. But he didn't.
But those thoughts would all come to me later as I would relive it over and over and over again. In the moment all I could think was "His dick is hard!"
He looked at me. He saw me looking at him. He saw me looking at his dick, still obsucred by the towel, though by now it was riding low enough to expose just the tiniest glimpse of dark, soft pubic hair which led to just the faintest trail up his stomach and around his belly button.
His eyes caught mine. I blushed red.
To this day, I don't now how I summoned the courage to speak. I must have wanted it bad.
"I'll suck it for you" my voice was soft, barely above a whisper.
At that age teenage boys are pretty simple, at least when it comes to sex. In the moment, they think with their cocks, and frankly, they don't care if it's a guy or a girl or a grizzly bear sucking their dicks as long as they get their's. All the posing and posturing and masculine macho bravado bullshit usually comes after. But while their dicks are hard they're willing to do almost anything to get off.
So I offered to suck it for him. He agreed on condtion, of course, that I wouldn't tell anyone about it.
I didn't really know what I was doing. I was nervous. My hand was actually shaking when i reached out to touch him. His dick was, to my 15 year old eyes, the most gorgeous dick i had ever seen. Keep in mind, at that point the only other dick I saw was my own. But still.
It was long and skinny. It looked like it belonged to him. It matched his long lanky limbs. His head was circumsized, of course, and it had a very round bullet like shape to it. His balls were smooth and tight. His bush was dark, curly, wispy.
My tongue first made contact with his head. I really didn't know what i was doing so I licked it like a popsicle. He moaned. He liked it. So i did it again, this time, I started on the underside, licked the length of his 6 inches all the way to the head, then back over on the top side all the way to his pubes in one fluid motion.
I remember how he smelled. Fresh from the shower. Irish Spring soap lingered on his skin along with the musk of a teenage boy's crotch that's alway seems to be present no matter how thoroughly you wash. To this day, whenever i smell the scent of that soap, I sometimes flash back to that moment.
With the popsicle method tried and tested I decided to actually take him in my mouth. I engulfed him, about three quarters of the way down. I wasn't able to get the whole thing. My tongue circled around his head as he moaned and I pulled off with enough suction that it made a sort of popping sound, then I plunged back down on him. I repeated this action a few times.
"That feels good. Keep doing that."
So i did. My tongue darted around his head as his juices started to flow. The clear sweetness of his pre ejaculate was surprising to me. I didn't know what to expect but this was heavenly.
It was my first blowjob, so I don't know how good I was. Good enough I guess because before too long he shot his hot load into my mouth.
"Dude! I'm gonna cum!" His voice trembled with excitement.
He tensed up and his dick throbbed. His hand grabbed the back of my head insticntively. His cum hit my toungue and it sent a jolt of electricity right to my own dick. I always knew I was gay but at that moment, I also knew I was a cocksucker.
He shot a big load. I wondered if he hadn't jacked off for a few days or if he was just especially virile. He had a strong taste, bitter, but not bad. I swallowed. It just seemed natural. I was shocked when I got older and learned that some guys don't.
Of course, as soon as he came, he reverted back into paranoid straight boy mode. I was still hard as a rock but he made me go to the bathroom to take care of myself. I didn't mind. He had just made my day, and i'm pretty sure I made his, despite whatever feelings of shame or guilt would now be creeping into his mind.
When I got to the bathroom, I noticed he left his sweaty boxer briefs on the floor. I don't know what possessed me but as soon as I saw them I picked them up and brought them up to my face. They smelled of him. His sweat and musk, even a trace of his body spray. His odor wafted through my nose and it sent a surge to my dick as I pulled it out and started to stroke.
What a sight I must have been sitting on the toilet my shorts around my ankles, jerking my cock furiously as I held my friend's boxers up to my face. It didn't take me long. I guess sucking dick for the first time can really get to a boy.
When I came, I shot into his underwear. I thought about keeping them, but I figured he might miss them so I shoved them down to the bottom of the hamper. I got a thrill out of thinking about him wearing those underwear again. His dick and balls rubbing up against the remants of my cum that must surely remain even after a wash cycle.
I caught my breath for a moment. It was then that the magnitude of what had just happened hit me. A million thoughts went through my head. I was afraid to leave the bathroom, to face him again. I worried that things had just changed and that I had just lost my friend.
Things did get a little weird after that. For a few days we didn't talk. But then, it was like nothing had ever happened. We were back to being friends and teammates.
Nothing else ever happened between us.
I gave him his first blowjob, and he let me suck my first dick. I wonder if he ever thinks about that. He has to, right? You only have one first time.