That First Suck By Storyguy22
I originally became aware of my interest in cocks other than my own sometime during the summer between my 8th grade graduation and my first year of high school. A few friends and I had all discovered the joys of frequent masturbation over that summer, and the activity had eventually escalated to mutual jerk off sessions that we had taken to calling "creamo" for obvious reasons.
Several of us would gather somewhere relatively private, often one of our homes where no adult was at home, or a favorite spot in the nearby woods, drop our drawers, and have an enthusiastic circle jerk, frequently making it a kind of contest to see which of us could cum first, most, and farthest distance. As the frequency of these sessions increased, my sudden fascination with my friend's pricks and balls grew proportionately, and it finally reached a point where the preponderance of my masturbation fantasies began to center around thoughts of touching them, rubbing a load of spurting semen from them, and even putting them inside my mouth to suck them off.
All this took place in a pre-internet time frame, but even then porn magazines were fairly prolific, and often one of the guys dad or older brother would have a stash of them around which we would liberate when possible to peruse and thereby learn the many vagaries of sex, hence my understanding that cock sucking was indeed an apparently pleasurable activity judging from the number of times it was depicted, employing both male-female and male-male participants. I made a number of attempts to contort my lean body in a way that would allow me to suck on my own penis so that I might privately satisfy my growing interest in how it might feel to have a stiff young cock in my mouth but sadly all these protracted efforts produced was a sore back and a stiff neck.
Frustrated, I settled for sampling the flavor of my own ejaculate when I masturbated, scooping up the globs of warm semen I splattered all over my torso at orgasm, and feeding the goo into my own mouth. The downside was that I quickly learned to like the stuff, and it only added to my ever growing determination to actually suck on somebody's dick until it flooded my mouth with creamy cum. To that end, I began to subtly evaluate my friends, weeding them out, if you will, in search of the most likely candidate I sensed might be amicable to my oral sex advances without punching my lights out for making the overture. This process of elimination eventually led to my choosing my friend Bobby as my most favored prey, and once that decision had been made, I set forth on my quest to suck him off, and sample his sweet syrup.
Soon enough opportunity knocked, and as Bobby and I were one day lounging on the grass at the school yard following a vigorous session of throwing a baseball around, I sucked up my apprehension, and took the plunge. Looking at Bobby stretched out beside me, I let my eyes drift over his lean frame head to toe, deciding as I looked him over that he was indeed a good looking boy with a nice slim body and some highly interesting lumps and bulges behind the small shorts he was wearing. I studied those lumps carefully, my mind conjuring up visions of his hard cock and plump balls as I stroked it and then lowered my head over it to lick it, and take it into my mouth. This fantasy of course resulted in my staring at his crotch a beat too long, and he caught me, a sly smile lighting up his cute face as he asked, chuckling at me,
"What Dude...?...you see something you like there?"
I felt the heat of my blush instantly, and I nearly backed out on myself by denying any prurient interest in his junk, but then I decided that there was likely ever going to be a more golden opportunity to either sink or swim with regard to my dark desire, so I gulped a deep breath, and blurted my reply as I told him,
"As a matter of fact, yea, I do...definitely!"
His eyebrows arched, and his mouth formed an "0" of surprise for a moment, and then he wrinkled his brow as he studied me briefly before asking,
"Really...?...uh, like what?"
I rolled my gaze back to his crotch and settled it on his treasures, my pulse racing and my dick hardening behind my own shorts, and with a gulp, I answered,
"Well...actually...I like how your...dick...and balls...kind of show in those shorts."
He stirred some nervously as he watched me staring at his stuff, and I was actually trembling some as I waited for him to clobber me, or berate me, or something equally unpleasant but he surprised me totally when his response was,
"Oh yea...?...well I guess that's cool...are you interested in something more than that...?...or is just perving me like you're doing good enough for you?"
I glanced at him, still half worried he might pop me one, but when I saw the devilish little smirk on his face, I gamboled again and told him,
"Well, actually...if it was okay with you, I mean...I'd really like to...see your...stuff...and maybe...like...uh...touch it, maybe?"
He stared at me a minute, apparently looking for the joke I was playing, but as nervous as I was I managed to hold my return gaze steady. I could see him decide that I was serious, and the sly little smirk returned as he said,
"Wow...you're actually serious I think...you really want to play with my dick, Dude?"
My heart thudding in my chest, I nodded my head slowly, and told him,
"Yea Bobby, I do want to...and if you're cool with it, what I really, really want is to...well...suck it!"
"Jeez!" he chirped, "no shit...?...you really want to suck my dick...?....fuck yea, Dude...you got it...just so you swear you won't ever tell anybody, you can definitely suck my dick all you want!"
A huge sigh of relief washed over me, quickly followed by a rush of severe horniness, and after swearing to him on my mother's life I would never tell a soul, he seemed to get all excited about the prospect, and another glance at his shorts confirmed my suspicion as I clearly saw a full-on boner tenting his shorts. Seeing me looking, he hefted his hips a bit to emphasize his hard-on, and he asked me excitedly,
"Dude, I am so up for this right now...where...?...you know someplace we can go?"
I nodded, swallowing the sudden drool that filled my mouth, and I told him,
"My house...nobody is home until dinner time...we can go to my room if you want to."
He glanced around, apparently aware of his protruding erection, and then he quickly got up, and motioned for me to so the same which I did immediately, not wanting him to change his mind, and we hurried off toward my place, and finally, the apparent fulfillment of my desires.
Reaching my house, we went inside where I made a hurried walk through to ensure vacancy, and then we moved into my bedroom where I closed and locked the door. We faced each other nervously, not saying anything, and I finally found the courage to make a move as I stepped closer to him and reached out to grasp his hard cock outside his shorts. He gasped out loud as I squeezed him, and then he giggled nervously as I told him in a trembling voice that he had a really nice big cock, and I really wanted to see it. He just nodded, so I quickly went to my knees in front of him and worked his shorts down his legs. He stepped out of them, kicking them away with his foot as I resumed massaging his rigid shaft over his hot little briefs, finally pushing those too down his legs. His cock sprang free, rigid and pointing upward at a sharp angle from a nice thatch of brown pubes, and I felt my mouth flood with saliva. It was beautiful, I thought, probably a good five inches of neatly cut meat, narrow and smooth as satin. The head was a perfect mushroom shape, slightly purple-hued and shinning with oozing fluids, and his balls were tucked in below, plump and hairless. His scent washed over me, a fresh boyish scent mixed with faint soap aroma, and light sweat, and I inhaled deeply as I reached out and closed my fist around his pulsing shaft. He groaned at my touch, and he shuddered as I began slowly stroking him up and down, thrilled at the warmth and silkiness of his cock in my hand. I moved my other hand to carefully cradle his balls, hefting them and rolling them around in his sack as I fisted his dick, and he backwalked a few steps until he settled onto my bed, his legs splayed before him. I scooted between his thighs, and continued pumping his cock, and when he shakily implored me to suck him, I did.
Leaning forward, I extended my tongue, washing it over his purple knob several times as he shuddered and moaned above me. Lost to my task now, I opened wide and fed his hard cock into my drooling mouth. Oh God, it was wonderful, the rigid smoothness filling my mouth until the wide knob of it stabbed at the back of my throat, gagging me slightly. I pulled off a bit, and savored the taste of his beautiful boyhood, and I sought a rhythm, bobbing over him as I sucked him with every ounce of my pent up passion. I toyed with his balls as I sucked him, occasionally backing away to lick and suck his nuts before resuming my relentless assault on his drooling cock until he began tugging frantically at my hair, groaning and muttering that he was going to cum, and I intensified my efforts until I felt his shaft swell in my mouth and with a loud yell he erupted, his thick warm nectar suddenly flooding my mouth in powerful spurts, one right after the other as I happily gulped it all down.
Finally, he was spent and devoid of any further dribbles of sweet cum, so I let his wilting cock slip from my cummy mouth and held it gently as I licked it clean of all traces of his offering, then kissed the head before leaning back on my heels to look up at him, a wide grin on my face. He grinned back at me, his face aglow with flushing, and as he slowly shook his head, he said,
"Oh my God, Scotty...that was SO amazing Dude...freaking amazing!"
I winked at him, savoring his lingering flavor in my mouth as my chest filled with pride at having finally administered a good sloppy blow job, and apparently a killer job of it at that. Pleased beyond my wildest dreams, I happily told Bobby,
"Good to hear, Dude...and anytime you want more, just say the word!"
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