Date: Fri, 28 Aug 2015 14:06:11 +0000 (UTC)
From: fiveholepunch@comcast.net
Subject: First Blow Jobs  Part Two

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First Blow Jobs Part Two

I debated whether or not to do a Nifty series like my "How I Learned To
Masturbate" for first oral experiences.  I had some recollections from
several of the contributors from that series and a few others that were
stand alone stories.  I decided to go ahead and try this for experiences up
through high school.  In the masturbation series there were some that
seemed marginal so I would ask for any Nifty readers that want to
contribute to this series to be truthful and as factual as possible. If you
want to write a fantasy, fine, but please post it separately, I want this
series to be real experiences I will change names and any other information
you wish altered for the purpose of anonymity.


7.  Daniel

"I was eight years old when I received my first blowjob.  It was from the
older brother of a classmate of mine.  The older brother Erick and I had
fooled around for some time, but it was mostly me doing the blowjobs and
handjobs or even more, so when he did it to me I was really surprised
because the most he had done to me was a hand job.  When I felt him envelop
my little boner, I understood why he liked them so much.

At first, it really tickled when he passed his tongue over my little head
and he peeled off my foreskin, but after the shock and tickles passed, I
felt the pleasure that his mouth and tongue were giving to me and after a
while I started to feel the pressure and urgency that comes when you're
about to come.  When it happened, I rammed my little boner as far as I
could into his mouth.  Needless to say, that became something really fun
and we improved our technique over time."


8.  Travis

"I blew my friend Kyle when we were both thirteen. We'd jerked off a few
times together in the woods before.  It was hard for both of us to get time
alone.  I had a brother and two sisters and he had a little brother.  There
was a deserted farm near our houses and there were some old outbuildings
like small barns or something there.  It was a hike to get there, but we
had more privacy than in the woods. We had gone to there to jerk off, but
since we had more time and didn't have to worry about being caught in the
open we did more.  We felt each other up, not just jerking each other, but
all over.  I felt him up more than he did me.  What I noticed was Kyle's
nipples stood out real firm.

Kyle had a long, thin dick and he had a little more hair than I did.  He
sat down on some kind of long shelf and jerked hard.  He came, not much
(for him and me at this point).  He raised up on the bench and then laid
there with his dick still erect.  It made me hot and I jerked and came.
Kyle kept sliding his foreskin and his cock head looked sticky.  He beat
around the bush with some small talk about what it would be like to have
his dick sucked.  He waved it around.  I knew what he meant, he was asking
without saying it outright.  I said I would if he would do me.  He agreed.

I knelt down and sucked his dick.  It tasted like cum and his foreskin slid
around which drove Kyle crazy.  He held the base of his dick and pushed way
in my mouth.  I pulled back because it hit the back of my throat.  I sucked
him up and down and I could see Kyle's balls get tight.  He came in my
mouth, but only a drop or two, not much.  I pulled off and stroked him
while he recovered.  Kyle looked real satisfied.

I said `my turn.' I stood and Kyle sat up and blew me.  It felt good.  Kyle
pulled off and jerked me and that felt better because my dick was all
slick. I came after a bit, no more than a dribble.  I liked sucking Kyle
more than being sucked.

We went to the farm when we could until daylight savings time ended our
fun, we couldn't see to be able to go through the fields in the dark.
After that Kyle and I didn't do anything again, but we jerked together a
lot while it lasted.  I blew him most every time and he did me a few more
times.  I won't forget Kyle and his dick and balls and nipples, too."


9.  Dennis

"Okay, first time?  Summer camp, just turned thirteen.  Four to a tent.  We
all sucked each other.

More details?

We were in tents, but they were on wooden platforms.  Metal bed frames with
mattresses and a pillow so we weren't exactly roughing it.

Me? Tallish and lanky, nice muscle definition for a tall guy.  Dirty blonde
hair buzzed short for summer.  My cock?  Uncut, long, not thick, like my
body.  Balls?  Pink, hanging, just getting hair, had been shooting squirts
of come for a month, but orgasming since I was ten.

My absolutely first suck partner?  Raul.  Thirteen and a half.  Small guy,
looked barely twelve, dark hair.  Cock?  Bigger than mine!  Way out of
proportion to his appearance.  Thick, uncut.  Dark and getting hairy balls,
biggest in our group.  He was `my' partner.

The other two guys?  Sam, fourteen, freckles, curly brown hair.  Tall as
me, average build and just average cock, cut.  Lots of black hair on his
average balls.  Smart and knew everything about sex from reading Penthouse.
His partner?  Dylan, thirteen, dark hair.  Smooth body, no hair yet.  Nice
uncut thin penis.

Raul would do anything and do it first.  He had his hands in his pants
before it got dark out.  Dylan was the shiest.  We got naked in front of
each other the first night, showed cocks and jerked ourselves lying naked
on top of our sheets.  Second night?  Lay next to each other and rubbed
erections and jerked each other.  Third night?  Lay on top of each other,
wrestled and humped front to front.  I loved this!  Grabbed asses.  This
led to showing our cracks and rear humping the next time.  No penetration.
This is what got us to the sucking stage.

We decided to `torture' each other.  One guy would be held down and we'd
take turns putting our cocks on the guy being held down.  No one tried to
escape.  Boners in belly buttons, in ears, on a guy's eyes and hair.
Giggling all around.  Raul went farther.  He sat over my head (asshole
right there!) and made me open my mouth so he could put his limp cock head
in.  I `struggled' against being `made' to do this.  Yeah, right.  We went
on to sucking each other lying on the bed, sixty-nining.  Didn't know what
that meant, but Sam explained it.  Whatever it was called we wanted to do
it every night.  We wanted to do everything every night!

We sucked, humped, and wrestled, totally naked, every night for two weeks.
This was, without a doubt, the greatest sexual experience of my life."


10.  Walter

"My first cock was a guy who hung out near a skate park we all went to.  He
was twelve and a skatepunk; that meant he had the hair; dirty, stringy and
blonde and the outfit; DC shoes, wrist bands, black jeans with a studded
belt.  I remember the belt because it was inches from my face when I blew
him.

I was ten and a wannabe.  Sandy took advantage of this and got me to go
with him out in the dark recesses of the back of the park buildings one
night.  He said, `Let's do some shit.'  He took his cock out of his fly.
It looked big to me and his bare cock head was lavender even in the dark.
He jerked it enough to get hard while I watched.  I didn't know about
jerking off.  Sandy's cock was standing fully erect, four inches, when he
said, `come here.'  I went over and he told me to `suck it.'  I was
confused and before I could make sense of what was totally beyond anything
I knew about, Sandy forced me down on my knees and ordered me to suck him.

It was a blur from that point.  I noticed he had pubic hair which wasn't
something I had thought about.  His cock was hard, but the head was spongy.
It tasted salty from sweat and there was a new smell that was pungent, but
not bad.  Sandy held my head while I sucked.  He said, `I'm going to come'
in a strained voice and then I had a salty, creamy taste in my mouth which
I spit out as much as I could.

Sandy was done and lost his erection in about ten seconds.  He put it away
and said, `Cool?'  I said `yeah' and we went back to the park.  Sandy had
me blow him one more time a short time later and he had a smile when he
asked if I wanted to go around to the back of the park.  He said something
when we were walking like `I know you want it.'  He was right, I did, which
was strange to me at the time.  I wanted to see his cock and hair and smell
him."


11.  Bill

"I was 11 years old, in Little League. It was my first year in the Majors,
Coach Joe was my pitching coach and took an interest in me. Coach said he
needed someone to mow his yard and asked if I was wanted to make some
money. He lived on the other side of town, alone in a house adjacent to a
farm owned by his family. I mowed the yard a couple of times without
incident but the next time Coach was home and after I finished he invited
me in for some lunch.

After the meal we chatted. Coach Joe asked me some general questions and
then changed the subject asking me questions like: "Do you have a
girlfriend?" "Have you ever masturbated?" "Have you ever seen any porn?"  I
told him that I never had a girlfriend, had never masturbated but, like
most guys had seen some Playboy magazines. Coach said, "Maybe you would
like these" and showed me a deck of playing cards. Each card had a black
and white picture of Oriental couples engaged in various sex acts; they
were much more graphic than the Playboy's I had seen.

Looking at the cards my shorts tented and coach started slowly rubbing my
crotch. I was hard as a rock, this was a sensual overload for me and I said
nothing. Within few minutes his hands were inside my shorts and coach had
free access to my cock. This continued for a couple of minutes until he
simply said, "I think you need more help with that." He stood up, knelt
between my legs and started to pull my shorts down.

I lifted my butt off the sofa and, as my shorts came down, my boner sprang
free. Joe smiled and simply went to town, sucking my cock. I continued to
look at the cards and while I had never been blown or even fondled before
it was evident Joe certainly knew what he was doing. However, while it felt
incredible, it was also frustrating and no matter hard he tried I just
could not climax. I did not even know what an orgasm was, but I felt like I
was right on the edge of a cliff with no release. After a while, Joe quit
trying, smiled and simply said, "If you want to try this again let me know,
you know you can't tell anyone about this. Do you understand?" I told him I
did and left but could not get the feelings out of my mind.

Within a week I was back at Joe's, totally naked in his bed, with the same
cards and, while we had no more success, after a few more tries I finally
came. My climax was so intense if felt like my insides were being sucked
out of me. I never had a dry orgasm and squirted come even the first time,
which Joe simply swallowed.

For the next few months I was at Joe's every few days and got to the point
I could climax easily, two or three times per visit. Joe never tired of
blowing me. He had been naked several times while he was blowing me. I had
seen his big, hard cock and watched him masturbate to climax several times
while sucking me.

Then one time after blowing me, Joe masturbated as I watched and he said
simply, "Why don't you try sucking it?" I leaned over, put my lips around
his cock and started moving up and down on him, just as he had done so many
times with me. Within a few minutes, Joe arched up and blasted in my
mouth. While I had seen him come several times, I was not ready and spit
and coughed as he blasted.  From that point, I blew Joe every time I
visited. He showed me what 69 was, I learned to swallow and like it. He
never suggested anything anal, but my visits continued. Even through High
School I visited Joe at least once or twice a month until I went off to
college on the West Coast.

I did not see Joe when I returned home for Christmas break, but after
school was over I brought my new girlfriend home from California with me. I
found out when Joe's team was playing and took her to see the game. Joe saw
us came over, and we chatted about college and his team.

To this day I wonder how many other players Joe showed those cards to and
what else he showed them?"


12.  John

"My neighbor, Robert, was 11 and I was 12.  One afternoon after school,
while my mom was gone, we were playing upstairs.  We had a large loft
bedroom area with a bath.

We were involved playing a card game of war, Robert said this was boring
and suggested we play something more interesting.  I said, `sure, what?'
With a sly smile, he said, `how about strip poker?'  My heart started to
pump with excitement and I said, `sure.'

Unknown to me at the time, he was sneaky and already knew how to deal from
bottom of deck.  Soon I was totally naked and was only wearing a little
hard on.  I said now that I lost I had to do what he wanted.  He suggested
we go to the bathroom where we wouldn't be bothered.

Once in the bathroom, he removed all his clothes and sat on the floor
against the counter and his legs spread apart showing off his hairless 2 to
3 inch boner.  He told me to suck it. I was stunned and never thought of
doing that, but knowing I lost I had to follow through.

I got down between his legs and leaned down towards his boyhood.  As I got
down to his crotch, I got the first scent of his boy musk and enjoyed it.
Finally getting the courage I took him in my mouth.  At first I found it
"greasy" as I took it in my mouth, but the taste was great.  With the
sensation of taste, smell, and feel, I was soon bobbing up and down,
totally engrossed in the moment.  He finally let out a little moan of a
prepubescent climax and pulled out.  I said, `that was great.'

We were soon getting together whenever we could and I sucked him as he
jacked me off.  I was shooting nice boy loads at the time and he loved
watching me shoot as he got sucked.

We went on for almost two years before I moved away.  At that time he just
began to produce little blobs of boy cum."


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