The idea plagued my mind ever since I was eight. Well, it didn't actually plague me back then, but I vividly remember that was the time I first thought about it.
It was at a summer camp and I saw the boy naked for the first time. I mean, I must've seen naked boys before... But this was the first time I paid attention, I was aware and I thought: "What would it be to put his willy in my mouth..."
I don't know why, but in my mind I called the boy Eric. Later I actually mustered my courage and asked the boy his name. It wasn't Eric and that's as much as I remember of it. For me he always remained Eric (why did I even bother asking?) and I remember him even though there was nothing between us: we didn't become friends, we didn't even talk, except that one brief encounter when I asked his name.
Anyway, the idea of having someone's willy in my mouth was born and it didn't die right away, but hid in the deepest and darkest corners of my mind. And so it stayed dormant until some four years later, when it suddenly surfaced during one of the "self exploration" sessions. It surfaced and went away and then surfaced again during another session and kept popping up until I became totally preoccupied and thought about it even when not "pleasing" myself.
I conducted a "scientific" research on the subject using a variety of sources for information. Some of those were actual medical papers, but most were not very trustworthy despite claims of authority. Still, I managed to supplement my personal experience with quite a bit of knowledge about erections-boners, orgasms and ejaculations-cumming. But more directly on the subject matter I learned two things: I wasn't the first one who thought of willy-in-mouth thing - people actually did it, and it may not be as easy as it seemed and needed practice to do right. So, while still pondering whether I want to do it for real, I started practicing... with bananas.
I was practicing for awhile and was quite satisfied with the progress of my exercises until one fateful day an accident happened. Maybe I pushed it too hard, maybe the banana was a little too ripe, but when I got it to the entrance to my throat, it broke and I choked. Somehow I managed to squeeze the broken piece in, but it gave me a scare. A rational thought of "I'm not doing this ever again!" started to form, but was rather quickly pushed out by a less appropriate one: "A willy would never break..." followed by "Unless I bite it off..." and a mental note to myself: "I need to be careful with teeth when I put a willy in my mouth."
There! I realized, the decision had been made even if unconsciously. I was already thinking in "when", not "if" terms about the details of the process...
And so I resigned and kept working out the details, not the least of which was finding a person whose willy I would want to put in my mouth and who would agree to put it there. Naturally, I already had someone in mind - a guy I often saw in the pool, where I used to go three times a week. His name was Caleb and he was a friendly type - one of those who'd talk and introduce themselves to younger boys - he was older, perhaps fifteen, maybe with a half.
Caleb was rather good looking, although his overall looks didn't concern me much. Certainly not as much as the looks of his equipment, which I checked out in the showers of course. Caleb had a cute looking penis nicely hanging in the garden of dark pubic hair. It was clean-cut, in fact so clean-cut, you'd never suspect there supposed to be a foreskin. Accompanied by a pair of balls, which were usually tightly curled together when I saw him right out of the cold pool water, Caleb's penis would've been a prime contender in the contest for the most beautiful thing I ever saw, if one was ever held.
Besides, having seen penises of other teens in the showers, I thought Caleb's was on a small side (just a tad over five inches as I found out later). He probably would've been insulted had I mentioned it to him, but I certainly considered it a benefit. Size did matter to me.
I hoped that Caleb would be naturally interested in my proposition or could be easily convinced. I knew he was also checking my equipment, doing so much less discretely than I did. On quite a few occasions I caught him staring at my privates for several seconds on end, smiling dreamily, while I always employed quick, passing through, "accidental and not at all interested" glances.
One day I did particularly well in the pool and was praised by the coach, which didn't happen often. So I took extra time in the shower and locker room savoring my success. All of a sudden I discovered that everyone had left, everyone except Caleb. I didn't know his reason for staying behind, but there we were two of us, alone in the room.
And then I did something that forever astonished my deeply rooted shyness. Without thinking at all I approached Caleb and blushing profoundly said something unintelligible like: "Hey... Like you... What would you say... Your willy... My mouth... Of course not... Can't believe I said that... Forget I even exist..." At that moment my hearing was as impaired as my speech, so what I heard back sounded like: "Are you kidding... Always dreamed... Could never ask... Don't want to force... But if you want... Cool..." Despite my temporary communicational handicap we managed to come to an understanding and even worked out the details of the fateful encounter. Caleb suggested, and I agreed to every word, to do it at his house, which was only ten minutes on foot from the pool, in two days - on Thursday. He said that first, his folks will be out that evening and we would have the house to ourselves. And second, he wanted to give me time to reconsider. The deal was sealed with a handshake and I went home really excited.
But as I walked home, the excitement wore off a bit and I realized two things. The first one was that the day would work really well for me as my own parents came late Thursday evenings, so if I was home half an hour or even an hour later than usual, I wouldn't have to come up with excuses. The second realization was of that the possibility of changing my mind and calling this arrangement off was very very real.
Still the desire that grew in me for over a third of my life didn't let me pass on this opportunity. And so before long Thursday after pool was upon me and I found myself walking into Caleb's bedroom. Caleb didn't turn on the lights, so the room was only dimly illuminated by the twilight of the day coming to an end. It didn't matter. I wasn't doing any sightseeing anyway as the reality and inevitability of what was about to happen started to sink in.
Without wasting any time Caleb began to take off his clothes and gestured me to do the same. Having been naked in front of each other before, that part went pretty smoothly. But then... Theoretically I still wanted this adventure. Practically my feet started to get cold and thoughts like "What's gonna happen?" and "What do I do?" zoomed through my mind. If it were entirely up to me, I would've done nothing and nothing would've happened. Fortunately for the original plan, I was not calling shots any longer and it seemed Caleb knew exactly what to do. He took charge with confidence of someone who practiced this every day. Caleb carefully maneuvered my almost completely numb body across the room, sat it in the chair, expertly positioned himself in front of me so that his pubes were perfectly level with my face, said something like "Relax" and started moving his body toward me.
At that moment I clearly saw what I was up for. There was no clean-cut, nicely hanging, cute looking little penis. Instead there was a full-size dick, completely erect, protruding formidably at a right angle and, like a missile locked on a target, it was rapidly approaching my face.
There literally was not enough time to panic, otherwise I would have. Instinctively my hand shot up to intercept the missile aimed at my face. It grabbed Caleb's dick at the base ready to push back and stop the approach. But it didn't push and didn't stop anything and simply stayed there half buried in Caleb's pubic hair. With no hurdles in its way the dick moved closer and closer towards the first line of defense - my tightly closed lips, past which there was seemingly impenetrable wall of teeth clenched together. The contact was imminent and sure enough it happened a second later. The tip of the dick touched my lips and like the right finger touching the fingerprint pad, it opened the door - so much for the first line of defense.
Among all thought that could have been in my head at that moment, the most bizarre one found its way: "Remember to be careful with the teeth!" And that weird thought caused my jaws to fly apart and left my mouth wide open - so much for the impenetrable wall.
The head of the dick was in my mouth and the forward movement continued. Caleb's pubes were quite close and my hand that still rested there was bent rather uncomfortably. So I let go, it wasn't much help anyway. Instead my tongue rose in front of Caleb's dick in the last desperate attempt of the body betrayed by the mind to protect its integrity.
Oddly enough this weakest of the guards seemed to succeed where everything else failed - the movement stopped and the head of the dick even retreated a bit. In all fairness it wasn't so much a merit of my tongue, but rather Caleb or his dick - not sure who was in control at that moment, deciding to pause and get accustomed to the new environment before continuing the exploration of the insides of my mouth. Encouraged by this unexpected break, my body tried to act and so my lips pursed tightly around the shaft of Caleb's dick. Strangely, the brain remained in control at least partially, because the teeth didn't budge and didn't attack the fleshy intruder.
Not threatened by the teeth and not particularly bothered by the lips, the dick quickly made itself comfortable and invited my tongue to get acquainted and play. The invitation was accompanied by a drop of something sweet, which must have been Caleb's pre-cum. That sealed the deal for my tongue and it chose to be friends with the newcomer. Abandoned by its last and most valiant sentinel, the body gave in and braced to see what would happen next.
Meanwhile the tongue started to go out of its way to show friendliness towards its new buddy. It hugged the dick from all directions and gave it a thorough saliva bath, which Caleb didn't mind at all. The orifice at the top of the dick's head - the source of invitational droplet, quickly became a spot of particular fascination: the tongue trying to sneak inside, failing every time and trying over and over again to the mutual pleasure of everyone involved.
By now freshly based (not that it needed it) Caleb's dick felt itself quite at home in my mouth and decided to explore more secluded areas. So the dick ventured to find the back-rooms of the mouth ignoring tongue's attempts to engage it in another round of playing tag in the grand foyer.
Like everything that happened so far, this turn of events was not completely unexpected. Still, like everything that happened so far, it caught me by surprise. When the dick reached that particular spot at the entrance to my throat - the site of banana accident, I started choking. And then I heard soft voice up above, which must have been Caleb's, but as far as I was concerned at the moment, it could have been God himself.
The voice whispered: "Breath through your nose." I obeyed this heavenly advice like it was one of the Ten Commandments and the powerful suction created by my lungs made the divine voice above moan in pleasure.
Stimulated by the influx of fresh air (apparently I was holding my breath all this time) saturated with intoxicating smell of Caleb's pubes, my brain registered two thoughts. The first one was "It didn't break!" and I could practically hear some part of my brain screaming "Told ya!" The second thought was an odd one - "So, that's what ears are for..."
I suddenly realized that Caleb was holding me by the ears, gently pulling my head closer to his body in an attempt to stick his dick a fraction of an inch deeper into my throat. It must have felt natural to Caleb when he grabbed my head by the ears like one would grab a large pot by its handles. It didn't hurt and in fact felt like the right place for his hands to be. My hands were frantically searching all over Caleb's lower back for the right place to be for themselves. They found it on the cheeks of Caleb's butt and grabbed and held onto them for dear life - their mighty squeeze being approved by another moan from above.
Meanwhile Caleb's dick upset by inability to make any further exploratory progress due to its own length limitations, retreated to the front of my mouth. It didn't spend much time there though, but immediately made another dash forward attempting to penetrate further into my body. This time, however, I was more comfortable with the assault. Breathing steadily through my nose and guided by the pulling on my ears I felt quite at ease. Besides, I realized that no matter how hard the dick tries, it just won't get any deeper than where I was already enjoying having it.
Despite that realization, or maybe because of its assurance, part of me actually wanted for Caleb's dick to succeed in its quest for deeper penetration. And so I was helping in every way I could think of: my lungs working at full capacity creating suction, my nose flattening itself against Caleb's pubes and my tongue pushing the shaft of Caleb's dick when it moved forward, and patting its head reassuringly when it retreated.
The attacks on my throat continued over and over again, neither party getting discouraged by their predetermined failure. But as any good thing, this could not last forever and the end was fast approaching. Caleb must have known it. Somehow, perhaps through a change in tension of the muscles in his butt felt by my fingers or through little shivers of his dick detected by my tongue, Caleb passed this knowledge to me.
So I knew it would soon be over and it was time for the new best friends in my mouth to say their goodbyes. Like a grateful guest bringing a gift for the host, Caleb's dick decided to leave a small token of appreciation for the hospitality of my tongue. Only it wasn't small, but a full load of sperm freshly brewed by a teenager who must have not masturbated for at least a week. And then, as if to cut the usual useless courtesies of "You shouldn't have..." and "I couldn't possibly accept...", Caleb's dick pushed its farewell gift down my throat past the point of no return in one last forward motion.
The dick was heading for the exit and it was time for me to process the new sensation. I must have swallowed half of the load even before I registered what happened. But a good amount was still in my mouth, covering my tongue, knocking on every taste bud and urging the brain to make determination. So the brain obliged, tried to come up with a point of reference for the unknown taste and failed miserably at that. Instead of finding something similar, it brought up something totally different...
I like ice cream. How it's cold and sweet, how it melts and disappears in your mouth... This was exactly the opposite: it was hot and not sweet at all and didn't even think of disappearing, instead glued itself all over the tongue and the backsides of my cheeks, filling the mouth with previously un-experienced taste. And I absolutely... loved it!
But why? Because... Because right when my brain was readying to issue the verdict, Caleb's penis (half soften already so not to be called "dick" any longer) exited my mouth pulling a tiny string of mixture of his cum and my saliva still linking the two of us together. Then it jerked a little in the last shiver of a mighty orgasm. And this last shiver of dying orgasm sent a spark down the cum-saliva wire and into my mouth. When this spark reached me an instant later, it triggered an orgasm of my own... I was no stranger to masturbation and the sensation of an orgasm, but this... This one was as powerful as all the previous ones combined - and there were many, and then some. And I hadn't even touched myself!
At that moment the surroundings as perceived by my instantaneously sharpened senses: the semi-distinct image of Caleb's penis in my eyes, the inaudible sound of snapping of the orgasm-conducting wire, the relaxation of muscles under my fingers still clenching Caleb's butt, the fainting odor of his pubes reaching my nose with the air whiff caused by his body moving away from my face, and the strongest sensation of all - the taste of cum in my mouth - all of these forever imprinted in my brain as attributes of something so good, so pleasurable, I will always long to experience again.