It was 1975 and we were both 13, in the same grade and very horny. Peter lived in the corner house with 3 other siblings, sharing his room with his youngest brother. Hence, no privacy. We had both discovered our own collection of sorts of porn: his dad's stash of Playboys and a true pulp fiction paperback I found, "Screw Cruise." We would swap every now and then. "Screw Cruise" had no pictures but it had everything else under the sun: tales of all kinds of sex: man and woman, woman and woman, man and man and bisexual orgies. Oh, and there was piss, lots of piss, something I've continued with today, 45 years later.
I had my own bedroom back then, secluded above the garage on the second floor of the house across from the attic. Having friends over was common place because I had a stereo system and lots of records to play. Privacy wasn't an issue, either, because I was always getting yelled at to close my door as the music was too loud and could be heard downstairs.
It started when me and Peter were up in my room on a rainy afternoon listening to music and he said "Let's play a game." I was a normal sized kid then but Peter was a head taller and a little chunky, not fat but not muscular. The game was we'd go into my closet, close the door and when he said "Go," we had to try and pull each other's pants down. I wasn't sure where this was leading to because I was very naive then but I said "OK." We both entered the closet and closed the door, it was pitch black and before I knew it, he said "Go." I wasn't prepared for such a fast start and he had my pants and underwear down to my ankles in seconds. "I win," he said and as he heard me jiggle the door knob to get it open, he said "No, not yet. You lost and have to pay the winner." "But you didn't say anything about money. I don't have anything to pay you with" I said.
"Yes you do" as he put his hands on my shoulders. "Kneel down" and he pushed me down onto my knees. It was black as night and I couldn't see anything but I could feel the warmth of his crotch just inches from my face. "Pull down my pants" Peter said. I don't know why but I felt my way around his stomach, found his belt, unbuckled it and unbuttoned the top of his pants. I slowly pulled the zipper down and tugged his pants down. Figuring I was done, I started to get up off my knees but he pushed me back down and said "Now my underwear. I got yours down, you have to get mine down." My hands worked their way up his legs until I reached the top of his Fruit-of-the-Loom white briefs every boy wore then. I slipped my fingers inside and gently inched them down to his ankles. Again, figuring I was done, I started to get up off my knees when he pushed me down again and told me to "Stay there and don't say anything, you still have to pay the winner."
The heat from his exposed crotch felt warmer against my face. I could also smell a distinct odor, a definite male scent, almost like a locker room. Peter moved closed and was lightly tapping his cock against my face. He grabbed his dick in his hand and rubbed it on my lips. "Open" he said. He guided his cock into my mouth and began to slide it in and out. I could feel it get harder. I had read about this in "Screw Cruise" but didn't know it actually happened in real life. I was nervous, scared, anxious and horny all at the same time. In times like that, the cock always wins out. It was hard to explain, having a cock in your mouth, for the first of what would be countless times thereafter. It's a very heady sensation. He told me to purse my lips and get lots of spit on his dick as he held my head and fucked my face. I could hear Peter breathing harder, like he was exercising. Moments later, he thrust his cock all the way in my mouth and held my head still. I could feel him squirting his load on my tongue. It was warm, slimy, salty and sweet at the same time. It's certainly an acquired taste but one I would eagerly seek out to this day.
After a bit, I could feel his cock slowly deflating in my mouth. With all the extra spit my mouth produced, I swallowed his cum load as he slowly pulled his dick out of my mouth. Peter opened the door and I followed him as we both sat on the bed, still with our pants and underwear around our ankles. My dick was rock hard. I noticed his cock was a little larger than mine as I held it in my hand. I played with his huge mushroom head, still sticky with my spit and his cum. He told me to lay back and jerk off. I did as I was told, jerking and stroking my cock for several minutes. Peter positioned himself over my head and placed his cock in my mouth. Within seconds, I shot my load all over my stomach. He sat back down next to me and scooped up my creamy cum with his fingers and stuck them in my mouth. Without a word, I sucked his fingers clean like they were mini cocks. He kept his fingers in my mouth long after as they explored deeper into my throat, perhaps a hint of other things to come.