I grew up in a small town a few hours North of New York City. There were very few guys around my age so I tried my best to hang out with some of the older kids. They were always looking for an extra to play baseball or some other sport, so being tall for my age, Ifit into the crowd.
When I was fourteen, I was close to six feet tall, and with my Irish fair skin and lite brown hair, I stuck out in the crowd of mostly Italian guys in our neighborhood. I was very happy and it seemed as though I had this cool group of older brothers who looked out for me. I really felt part of the group when Mark let me see his notorious porn collection. He never said 111111where he got it all from, but he had several boxes of books and magazines stashed in his garage. His parents put a pool table in the garage as well as a fridge. They let us all use the place to hang out.
Mark, his best friend Don and I were in the garage late on a Friday night. I had just turned fourteen and they were both sixteen. We were sipping some of the Red wine Don's parents made. We were a bit buzzed when Mark put a box of porn on the pool table and asked if I had ever seen books like that. I was so awe struck that I could barely get the word no out. All three of us were digging through the box reading off titles and peeking at the photos in them.
Mark showed us a book called Bi Days that was a thin novel with photos every couple of pages. The cover had two girls grinding their pussies together with a guy in the background watching. I was not interested at first because I wanted to get a few looks at the photos of guys with their dicks exposed. At the time I was keeping my interest in guys to myself. The last thing I wanted was to be branded as a faggot in my small town.
Mark read about two men who got their girlfriends drunk and talked them into having sex together. My ears picked up when the guys got horny watching and started rubbing each other through their pants. Mark read about the guys making a deal to never tell anyone that they were going to try being bisexual one time so they would know what it was like. The book showed photos of the guys jerking each other, sucking cock and eventually fucking.
The three of us were pretty horny by that time, I would peek at their crotches and see that they both had dicks as stiff as mine. Mark shocked me when he said that the three of us should make a pact like that. He said he wanted to see what getting his dick sucked would be like and had never done anything like that before. I kept quiet as it took several minutes for Mark to talk Don into the scheme. After Mark told him he could be the first to get his cock sucked, Don relented and said OK.
All three of us were somewhat shy about opening the front of our pants. We all had a good boner going and I was proud to see that I measured up compared to them, Don's dick was about six inches and it was beautiful sticking out from the big bush of dark Italian crotch hair. Mark was close to eight inches and he was not cut. I knew about circumcision, but had never seen a dick with a foreskin. I showed off a fat seven inches. They both commented on my sparse blond crotch curls.
We started rubbing our dicks and eventually started rubbing each others. I remember several times Don telling me to stop or he was going to "finish". Without thinking I went to my knees and took Don in my mouth. I bobbed up and down and rubbed the underside with my tongue. He did not last for more than a minute when he came in my mouth. After his first spurt I backed off and he finished Cumming on my neck and shirt. Don stepped back and Mark took his place and rested the tip of his dick on my cheek. I just took over. I licked and sucked and licked and sucked until he too started to cum. On purpose I let some stay an my mouth and backed off letting him also cum on my shirt. I wanted to taste it without letting them know I wanted it. I was in heaven.
All the silence ended when Don pointed at the floor and laughed making fun of the fact that I came while sucking Mark's dick. I remember him saying. "oh. That's too bad no one gets to blow you now". I was humiliated at his laughter.
The three of us straightened our clothes and confirmed the pact that we would never discuss what happened with anyone.