From: an8317@aol.com
Subject: First BJ (m/b, teen, cons)
Date: 5 Dec 1996 23:05:38 GMT

First BJ (m/b, teen, cons.)

     The first time I got a blow job was when I was 13 and I was
hitchhiking home from school.  I lived a couple of miles from
school, and I usually rode a school bus home in the afternoons or
caught a ride with an older boy who had a car if I stayed late
for sports practice.  Sometimes I stayed late to study or to work
on the school newspaper, and no one was around when I was ready
to go home.  I would start out walking along a road that went
toward my house, and stick out my thumb as cars went by.  I got
the idea that guys who would pick me up were strange, sometimes,
but I didn't know at first that there were guys cruising to find
young boys for sex.  So one day, a nice-looking man about 25 or
so, driving a nice car, a Jeep Cherokee, stopped and asked "how
far I was going?" with a smile that seemed to mean more than face
value.  I was excited by his look, but I didn't know why.  I
innocently said "a couple of miles down this street, are you
going that far?"   He said "I'm raring to go, as far as you are." 
I was a bit puzzled by this exchange, but I got in.  He was not
shy.  He immediately started a conversation, asking "Do you go to
school back there?"  Yes.  "Going home?"  Yes.  Silence.  He
glanced my way several times.  I was uncomfortable, thought he
expected me to say something.  I said "Nice car."  He said
"thanks, I'll give you a ride, any ol' time."  A little familiar,
I thought, but I hadn't caught on yet.  "You have a girl friend?"
he said.  Then I noticed he had his hand on his crotch, and was
rubbing the area of his cock.  Really strange, I thought.  Maybe
this guy is one of those queers the guys joke about, I thought. 
This was exciting and dirty.  What's going to happen next?  He
looked at me and squeezed his cock, which I could now see was
getting hard, extending down his leg.  This excited me more, and
I started to get a boner.  He smiled at me.  "Ever play around?"
he said.  "What do you mean?" I said (knowing now he was
suggesting something, but I didn't know exactly what, though I
knew it was some sort of homosexual play.  "Ever get a blow job?" 
Holy shit, I thought, he REALLY is a queer, and he's going to ask
if I want a blow job.  This was exciting, and I got a real hard
boner at once.  I didn't want him to know how excited I was,
because I didn't consider myself gay, and I was ashamed.  But he
looked at the bulge in my jeans and smiled.  "You like that
idea?" he said.  I didn't say anything.  I was scared and
excited.  I could hardly breathe.  He reached over and slipped
his hand down between my thighs, rubbing my hard cock gently.  I
almost shot my load then and there.  I pushed his hand away,
though I hoped he would continue.  "Er, ah, I have to get home" I
stammered.  "I can get you off in a few minutes" he said.  I
stared straight out the front, not knowing what was going to
happen, but hoping he would just do it.  He pulled into an empty
strip shopping center and stopped the car, sheltered from view
between two buildings.  There were cars going by on the street,
but no one was around, or seemed to be paying us any attention. 
He pulled down my zipper and reached in to stroke my now-steel
hard cock.  "Nice, oh, that's nice" he said, rubbing gently
through my jockey shorts.  He managed to get it out trough the
opening, and it felt so sexy I couldn't believe it.  Here I was,
letting a guy play with my cock, and I was enjoying it immensely. 
What would the guys think?  If anyone found out, I would be
labelled a queer!  I was scared, and so excited - something about
the secret, dirty aspect turned me on.  He stroked a few times,
and bent forward and took the head in his warm, wet mouth.  It
felt electric, like I was zapped by something so exhilarating and
delightful that I couldn't breathe.  He slid his mouth further
down on my cock shaft, and reached into my jockeys to get my
balls out the opening too.  He pulled his mouth off my cock and
licked my balls while he jacked my cock with his hand.  It all
felt delicious.  I was ready to cum and he knew it, so he took me
deep in his mouth and did all sort of wonderful things with his
mouth and tongue.  At this moment, I wanted to ask him to let me
see his cock, but I didn't do it.  I shot my load in his mouth,
and it surprised me that he took it and didn't spit it out.  I
didn't know a blow job included shooting cum into someone's
mouth, but I loved it.  He continued to suck me gently as I
pumped my load, and stopped moving his mouth as my cock got real
sensitive to the touch.  He just held me in his mouth for a while
and that felt wonderful.  I had been masturbating every day for a
year or so, and really liked it, but this was far beyond the
feeling I got from my jerk-off sessions.  He eased my now-
softening cock from his lips and sat up straight in the driver's
seat.  I zipped up my jeans.  "Thanks" he said, "that was really
nice."  I was surprised that he thanked me for letting him suck
my cock.  I should be thanking him, I thought.  But I didn't know
what to say or do.  After a minute, I said "That sure felt good. 
I've got to go home now."  He was playing with his cock with one
hand while he had been sucking me, and when he sat up he quickly
unzipped himself, spit in his hand, stroked a few times, and shot
his load into his hands, wiping the cum on a towel he had between
the seats.  Took him less than a minute to get off and clean up. 
I was watching him do this, and it was exciting.  I started to
get hard again, but I hid it from him.  "Maybe we can do this
again?" he said, as he started the car and got back onto the
street.  I was getting nervous about someone seeing me in his
car, afraid they might know he was a queer.  I asked him to stop
a block from my house, so he wouldn't know where I lived, and my
brothers wouldn't see me get out of the car.  They might ask
questions.  I hoped I would never see this guy again, and I
didn't.  Though at night, with my hard cock in my hands, I
fantasized about the feeling of his mouth on my cock many times
the next few months.  I was afraid to hitchhike for a while, but
still I knew this was something I wanted to happen again.
     And it did happen again.  A couple of months later. Same
situation - I was hitchhiking home after school.  I had stayed
late for soccer practice, then to do some work in the journalism
room, pasting up some stuff for the school paper.  When I left,
there was nobody around to catch a ride home with, so I stuck out
my thumb as I walked toward home on the main road.  In no time at
all, a guy stopped, and I knew the moment I saw him that he was
gay.  I don't know how I knew, but I knew. He had a "look" that
said "gay."  Also, I knew I wanted a blowjob, if that was what he
was offering.  I had been wanting what I got from the other guy,
ever since it happened.  When I jerked off every day, lately I
had been fantasizing more and more about getting a blowjob from a
guy.  So, when he looked over at me and smiled, with that hungry,
searching look that a guy on the make has (I learned later, but
then I recognized it instinctively), I smiled and didn't look
away.  He said softly "you want to play around, today?" - I
replied "sure."  He put his hand on my thigh, and squeezed
gently.  I didn't move away, so he moved his hand higher, toward
my crotch.  I was getting harder by the second.  Soon he had his
hand on my cock, and he squeezed and rubbed it.  I almost shot my
wad, right then and there.  He said "can you go to my place?" and
I replied "no, I don't have time, but there's a place I know" and
I directed him to the shopping center I went to the first time. 
After the car stopped, he turned to me and started to caress me. 
I didn't like that part, I just wanted a blowjob.  Making out was
too "gay" for me.  He even tried to kiss me, but I moved my head
to the side and he sort of kissed my neck.  I was getting nervous
at that point, and I would have run away if he hadn't been all
over me, and I was still horny as hell as he had my fly unzipped
and was playing with my hard cock now.  He want down and took my
cock in his mouth, and it felt better than before, if that's
possible.  I was ready to cum in a few seconds, it seems like.  I
got this feeling, when he took me in his mouth, that I wanted to
see his cock, and play with it, touch it.  This urge just came
over me - I didn't understand it.  I was panting by then, and I
blurted out "let me see yours" without thinking, then immediately
thought "why did I say that?"  Anyway, he pulled down his shorts,
he was wearing only loose sweat shorts with (I discovered) no
underwear, and stroked himself while he continued to suck and
lick.  I was ready to cum any moment, but he seemed to sense just
what was happening and kept me right on the edge for a while.  It
was heaven for me.  I had never felt so good in my life.  His
cock was beautiful to me, bigger than mine and throbbing hard. 
He squeezed out enough precum to lube the whole head, and it
glistened.  He said "touch it, play with it" and I did.  I loved
it, and touching his cock got me so excited that I soon started
shooting my load in his mouth and all over his face, as he pulled
it out and jacked me.   I didn't suck him, but I knew right then
that I wanted to do it and sooner or later I would.   He jacked
himself off with one hand while he kneaded my softening cock with
his other hand, and I watched.  He caught his cum in his hand and
rubbed it all over his cock and balls, then licked his hand.  I
was getting half-hard again by then, watching him, and he leaned
over and took my cock in his mouth again and worked it.  I was
getting worried about being noticed, where we were parked, and
told him I had to go, so he didn't get me off again.  I knew from
that day that I wanted to do this with my friends in school, and
started to plot how I was going to get to that point.