Date: Mon, 19 Feb 2007 22:01:16 -0800 (PST)
From: John Smith <johnqpubiciv@yahoo.com>
Subject: Beginnings III

After I returned home from Sam's I was in an unusually stimulated state.
Even though Sam had given me a handjob, I was still horny from looking at
Dee and her daughter laying out in their backyard.  Seeing Sam's sister --
blonde hair, nice boobs -- on the way out had me leching after her.  And
looming over all was the issue of a cock -- Sam's -- in a mouth -- mine.
Or was it supposed to be vice versa?  Like I knew.

I had kinda wanted to think it all through before I saw Sam the next time
so that I wouldn't appear any more lost in my rapidly expanding realm of
sexual activity than I actually was.  If he asked me to take his dick in my
mouth, would I do it?

The first question that occurred was "what would it taste like?"  Having my
own available was not going to do the trick, because I was well short of
being able to do it myself.  (How different life might have been if
only...but...)

The second question was if I put it in my mouth and he got going and shot,
what then?  Would I be a baby if I spit it out?  Or would I be a queer of
some kind if I didn't?  As I fell asleep, I still did not have the answer
to either question.

I had most of the weekend to think about it, since with both our parents
and sibs in the house there was going to be zero play time until Monday.
At least I had something to occupy my attention and provide a diversion
from our pastor's endless droning on Sunday, although as an additional
consequence I had unusual difficulty with the memory verse in our Sunday
school class.

Monday morning I got the call from Sam.  Zero hour.

He didn't waste any time, apparently he had been thinking about the same
thing.

For some reason we went into the bathroom and the question came out.  "If I
wash it, will you put it in your mouth?"  He was sitting on the edge of the
vanity when he asked.  I gave him his answer.

Unbuckling and unzipping, I took out his dick.  Once he realized what was
happening, he got instantly hard.

As the moment approached I still had some reservations but managed to
overcome them and -- voila -- I had Sam's dick in my mouth.

Now what?  It didn't actually taste bad, nor was it going to replace
lasagna or strawberry shortcake.  It tasted like ... a dick.  But what to
do with it?

While I was trying to think of what to do next, Sam started moving around,
to all intents and purposes fucking my mouth...which I guess would make
sense if it was supposed to feel like a pussy.

Flying blind, I grabbed his cock and started jacking him off while he
fucked my face.  He made all of the noises commonly associated with that
situation, but stopped his gasping and groaning to say "let's go to my
room."

Once we got to Sam's bedroom our clothes flew off, and we were laid out on
his bed.  I went back to work on him, but before I could get going he told
me to wait.

I soon found out for what.  Keeping his cock handy to my increasingly more
experienced mouth, he rotated his body until he could reciprocate.  As I
took his cock in my mouth again, he reciprocated.

I don't need to describe the sensation here, I expect you are familiar with
it.  But getting my first blow job at 11 was a revelation.

Sam and I went to work on each other with -- to put it mildly -- a passion.
But before long I was to get another lesson.

"Get it in your mouth as far as you can, then pull it out slow" Sam
directed.  "Like this."

I thought my entire body would explode, not merely my dick.  I tried my
best to imitate what Sam was doing.  While I was unable to replicate it
exactly, my approximation seemed to be satisfactory.

"Tell me when you're almost ready to shoot," Sam said.

"O.K.  Any time now I think."

At that, Sam gave my cock one last tug with his lips, pulled it out, and
finished jacking me off.  I lost my concentration on Sam's dick for a
moment as I felt myself explode.

"You can finish me now" he said.

I wanted to time it as close as I could, giving him as much with my mouth
as I could, but getting his dick out of my mouth before he shot.  I sorta
did o.k...sorta

As he started to tense up and arch his hips, I pulled my head back and went
to give him the last few strokes.  But he was ahead of me.  I ended up
getting what amounted to my first facial.  Sam's jizz was on my forehead
and cheek.

"You're a mess" he said.

"Your fault" I replied.

"Oh yeah?  If you hadn't sucked me so good I wouldn't have shot when I
did."

So much for that argument.  Once again we used our now ever present supply
of tissue to wipe off the results of our activity, and I returned home with
the taste of Sam's dick still in my memory, if no longer on my tongue.

With this installment, the account of the beginning of my sexual experience
ends.  If there is sufficient interest, I can continue the story into my
high school years.  Just let me know...JohnQPubicIV@yahoo.com