Date: Wed, 4 Nov 2015 12:59:51 +0000 (UTC)
From: fiveholepunch@comcast.net
Subject: First Blow Jobs  Part Eight

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First Blow Jobs Part Eight

Attention!  If you wish to include your story in this series please send it
in before the end of the month.  I am going to put a deadline on
submissions so I can go on to other writing in the New Year.  I appreciate
all who have contributed and if you want your story to be part of the
series now is the time to send it in.

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.


43.  Coby

"It happened with my friend at his house during a sleepover in eighth
grade.  We had masturbated together before, but he went down on me without
my asking.  I wanted to go down on him, but I was too shy to do anything
about it until he did.  We had a dozen sleepovers that year with sex being
the definitely best part.  Bryan was more obviously gay than I was when I
look back, but we weren't out by any means, we were in Catholic families
and a Catholic school!  We went to different high schools so that ended
what could've been."  (conversation)


44.  Lonnie

"I had a friend, Sandy.  We were nine when we first met.  He had an older
brother, Keith, who was about four years older.  Sandy got me to do it with
him first.  He was a cute kid and I was attracted to his looks, curly blond
hair and blue eyes.  He suggested showing cocks in his room and then we
played with each other.  I had never done anything but look with any boys
before this.  I was so excited with him touching me that my penis hurt it
was so hard.  And then he said, "Let me suck you."  I hadn't thought of
that ever before and was stunned.  He went down and gave me an expert
sucking and I had chills running back and forth through my body and my
three-incher.  I made noises from the pleasure.  Then he had me suck him.
He was as hard as I was.  Sandy came from my sucking.  Why?

I found out shortly.  Sandy and his brother had been doing this for each
other for a long time.  Sandy told me about doing it with his older
brother.  He said Keith wanted to have me do it with them.  I did and I
learned about orgasms, come, pubic hair and everything. Sandy, Keith and me
had sucking sex orgies whenever we could get alone.  I can't tell you how
much fun we had.  For example, Keith had the two of us alternate sucking on
him.  I would literally drool sucking him it was so good, same with Sandy.
Keith had us put our cocks in his butt and he tried it with Sandy and me,
but we were too small.  The sex stuff we did wasn't any different than what
any boys would do, but it was so pleasurable I thought I was in heaven and
I was.  I have never had so much pleasure as I did with Sandy and Keith.
Sandy, thank you wherever you are!"


45.  Milo

"I had some weird experiences as a kid.  I think that all kids have them
but we forget.  I remember the feelings of childhood, not just the
emotional ones but the physical.  I would say that I was having erotic
feelings from fabric against my skin.  I hated wool when I was a kid; it
was a torture to wear wool shorts or sweaters.  My cotton blanket with
pilling?  Sheer heaven.  It was a physical pleasure to feel the blanket's
nubs run over my flesh.  Weird right?  But, I bet most adults would
remember a similar feeling if they thought back.  I know I would get
sexually aroused as a teen by rubbing myself against fur.  It felt silky
and scratchy at the same time.  I came on my mother's fur coat rolling on
it naked.  I didn't want to, I was going to pull off and come by hand but
it was too much stimulation and I just shot.  I cleaned it.  I did it a few
more times (without ejaculating on it!) but the coat being moved in the
closet aroused suspicion so I stopped.

I tell you this because my first time sucking was as a result of this super
sensitive sense of feeling.  I was seven and had started second grade.  My
friend was Anton, nicknamed Ant, of course.  Ant was a hugger.  He hugged
unashamedly and got in trouble for it because he had no boundaries, at
least when we were very young.  I liked Ant hugging me.  Ant and me would
wrestle.  What would happen most of the time was we ended up sitting on
each other, yeah, just sitting.  The weird thing was I could feel a heat
from Ant when he sat on me.  I could feel more than just heat, it was an
energy.  I felt this heat from Ant's bottom.  The heat was greater between
the cheeks of his bottom.  I could feel the heat from his most private
areas.  I found this arousing but I didn't have the adult name for it; it
just was a heated feeling.  I felt it and I noticed that I also felt it in
my penis.  Weird.  I remember I wasn't hard but the energy was "there" for
me too.

One day after school at Ant's house we were in his room.  I don't know why
but we decided to strip naked.  We looked at each other and hugged and
looked at each other and hugged some more.  We both got hard.  There was a
sexual heat.  Ant touched my erection and I stopped breathing it was so
intense.  He tickled it and I wiggled with the pleasurable jolts.  I did
Ant and he had a look of deep pleasure.

We got on his bed and Ant was on top of me.  More of that heat!  He slid
down and looked at my stiff penis.  He hesitated and then put his lips on
it, sucking the two inches in.  I let out a loud shout of pleasure.  His
mother shouted upstairs, "What's going on up there?"  We scrambled to get
dressed but it was just a casual parental caution, she didn't come up.  I
ended up sucking Ant on my knees; he had pulled his shorts down as he stood
at the foot of his bed.  It was naughty, everything we did was naughty but
I was over the moon with emotion.

This became a special game for us.  It was part of our boyhoods.  I did
with other boys eventually and so did Ant.  Although I moved after fourth
grade, I wouldn't doubt that Ant would be gay.  It took me some time to
think in terms of gay.  As a boy, it was just pleasure and energy and an
indescribable heat."


46.  Sex Pig

"I am into raunch and it started early.  It led to sucking my first
cock. We played nasty games in the woods.  We'd piss and shit in front of
each other.  We smelled underwear on a dare, the pee-stained fronts and
skid-marked rear.  I liked both.  I smelled the fronts of other boys and
they would push their yellow pouch in my face.  I was told to kiss their
fronts and some boys were erect.  I was told to lick their naked pissy
cocks.  I loved it.  I sucked them and they got hard.  Eventually a few
boys peed in my mouth and then on me.  I kept sucking boys from then on. "

47.  Norman

"In the 7th grade, Mack, one of the boys I had been in class with for
years, asked me to walk home with him.  He wasn't one of my friends that I
hung out with.  I'd seen him around the neighborhood, but we never played
together when younger.  I was surprised when he asked.  I didn't really
like him much.

Mack was sort of a smart ass, always calling another kid an asshole or
cocksucker or making fun of anyone who did anything he thought was awkward.
But I also envied him as he was athletic and looked older than we were.
Whatever we did in the gym or on the fields he always did it better than
most of us, certainly me.  So, when he asked me to walk home, I said OK
without hesitating, not having a clue about why.

As soon as we started toward our neighborhood, he started talking about
sex. He said he got a shot at a girl's panties at school when she spread
her legs getting out of her desk and he could see up her skirt. He said he
got a boner and it wouldn't go away until he went in stall in the boys room
and jerked off.  The image in my head of him jerking off was more exciting
to me than the girl's panties.

At that stage I jerked off every day, at least once, actually I was sort of
obsessed with sex, but hardly ever talked to other boys about it, except
joking around with my best friends.  This was before internet porn was so
easily there for a 13 year old living with parents who kept a close watch
on me.  I was naive about sex.  I hadn't done anything with either boys or
girls since I was a little kid and we would pull our pants down and giggle
at each other's pee-pee.  I didn't think about being straight or gay at
that point.  I just knew that when I jerked off I was usually visualizing
the cocks I saw in the locker room and showers at school.

There was one boy in particular who was more developed than most of us and
he had a nice smooth cock that was always about half hard when we were in
the shower room, and he seemed to spend lots of time making sure his cock
and balls were washed and rinsed real good.  I had a hard time keeping my
eyes off that.

I knew I had this persistent thought of having that cock in my mouth.  I'd
never sucked a cock, never seen anyone suck a cock, or wasn't even sure
anyone actually did it, although guys were always joking or bragging about
getting blow jobs from girls or about some guy being a cocksucker.  Did
people I knew really do this?

So when Mack said he was really horny from seeing a girl's panties and
needed to get off soon, I immediately thought about sucking.  But of course
I didn't say anything like that.  I said, "You better hurry home and jerk
it quick," making it all a joke.  Mack obviously had a plan, though, I
understood later.  He asked me did I ever jerk off with anyone and I said,
"Well, duh, no."  I was getting excited, though, `cause I sort of got the
idea of where this was going.  Mack said lets go by his house, his mother
wasn't home `til after work.  Maybe we can play around, he said.  I said,
"OK, whatever," as if it wasn't a big thing, but I was getting really
excited at this point.  I could feel my cock starting to get hard and my
whole crotch tingling.  He lived a couple of blocks from my place, on
another street, and we went there.  I figured I had an hour or so before my
mother would be curious about where I was and with whom.

When we got in Mack's house we went immediately down to a basement room
that had a big TV and a daybed, not much else.  He locked the door coming
down.  Said his sister might come home.  He didn't waste any time getting
down to business; started rubbing his crotch and obviously getting hard.
"I've got a hot DVD," he said, and dug around in some shelves where he had
it hidden, popped it in the player, and there on the TV was sex scenes like
I'd never seen.  In detail and sharp focus, close ups, fucking, sucking,
every which way.  I was so horny and excited I was afraid I was going to
come in my pants before anything good could happen.

Mack started taking off clothes, shirt, jeans, down to his briefs, so I did
the same.  This took just seconds and we were standing there looking at
each other's crotch.  His cock was sticking out the front opening in his
shorts, throbbing.  Perfect cock.  Just like ones I visualized a hundred
times while jerking off by myself.  Not too big.  Not too little.  About
the same as mine, though a little thicker, and the head a little bigger.
Really big cocks are not my thing in my cocksucking fantasies. Too much to
get in my mouth would be too much.

So we're standing here in our shorts, each with a big hard on, his sticking
out. What happens next?  I would have been down on my knees in a second,
worshiping his beautiful cock, but I was still cautious of this guy.  I was
super horny and excited, but scared.  Was he setting me up to tell everyone
at school that I was a queer, a cocksucker?  He seemed like the type who
would do something like that.  Lucky for me, he took the next step.

He started slowing rubbing his bare cock with one hand and reached under
and plopped his balls out of his shorts with the other and said, "I'll suck
yours if you suck mine."  Great!  Just what I wanted.  Still a little
leery, I said, "OK you go first."  I slipped my shorts down and he stood
there a moment, staring at my hard cock, then dropped to his knees in front
of me and took my cock in his mouth.  His mouth was warm and slick.
Juicy. He was cupping my balls in one hand and jacking the base of my cock
with the other.  He obviously knew what he was doing and relished it.  He
wasn't new at this.

I came in about three seconds and he was swallowing all of it. Felt so good
I wished I could have lasted longer, but at least I didn't come before he
touched me, which could have happened I was so excited. He licked me clean,
every last drop, and stood up.  "Hey, you taste great," he said.  I was
changing my opinion of this guy.  Maybe he was for real after all.  So, my
turn.

My dreams come true.  I was down on my knees and had his shorts pulled down
and his cock in my mouth, no hesitation.  I sort of imitated what he had
done.  Cupped has balls and grabbed the base of his cock.  I took only the
head in my mouth at first.  I didn't want to gag.  It was everything I had
ever imagined.  Having a cock in my mouth seemed the most natural thing in
the world.  I loved the taste, slightly funky, sexy, and the smell, sort of
sweaty but not like armpits, more sexy.  I wanted to keep that cock in my
mouth, just licking and sucking and feeling it throb.  He seemed in a hurry
to come, though, and started sort of humping my mouth, pushing my head
further toward his cock.  I had to hold back to keep from gagging, but soon
he was coming, grunting, "Yeah, yeah, oh god," like that.

I tried to swallow as fast as it come out, seemed hard to do with a
mouthful of cock, but I think I got most of it.  Tasted great.  I'd tasted
my come, but his was better.  Some drooled down my chin.  I wanted to keep
his cock in my mouth after he came, and I did for a while.  It started to
soften and of course it was hot and slimy; tasted good, smelled good, felt
great.  I didn't move much cause I knew from my own jerking sessions that
it would be over-sensitive for a while, so I just held it in my mouth.  But
soon he was in a hurry to move on.

He pulled out, said "Hey dude, that's good sucking," and pulled up his
shorts and got his pants and shirt on, turned off the TV, hid the porno
DVD.  He said to me that I better go before his family starts coming home.
I dressed and got out of there.  I went home, up to my room, into the
shower, and jerked off twice without losing my hard on. Then after dinner I
went to bed early and jerked off again.

Mack sort of ignored me at school after that.  He made a big show of
flirting with the girls and bragging in the locker room about making out
with them.  He obviously was turned on by sex with boys, I'm sure I wasn't
his only experience, but was ashamed or afraid of it.  One other time,
weeks later, he approached me again for an after school quickie.  We
repeated the first episode.  Quick blow job and out the door.  But I soon
found other willing partners and enjoyed lots of nice cocks."


48.  Larsson

"I came to America from Sweden when I was nine.  My family had a very
comfortable attitude about sex and nudity.  I had already been masturbating
when I came to this country.  I had started to mature at ten and I was near
the head of my class in school when it came to maturing physically.  I
would get erections in class.  At the very top of our class physically was
my friend Alex.  He was impulsive.  Alex would act like a normal kid and
then out of nowhere say or do something silly.  That is what led to our
sucking each other in fifth grade at age eleven.

Alex and I would visit each other maybe once a week; we lived some distance
from one another.  We would play and, at times, be alone in each other's
room.  I had noticed Alex was developed in his shorts compared to our
classmates. I thought about his penis before in school and wanting to see
it.  We talked about sex and discovered we both were masturbating.  I asked
Alex if he wanted to do so in my room.  I had no worries about my parents;
they respected my privacy and would not have objected to my masturbating
with another boy.  Alex was very willing.

We exposed ourselves to each other and found Alex was circumcised and I was
not.  Alex had some dark strands of pubic hair; we both had just started
getting it by then.  We masturbated together and we masturbated each
other's penis.  Alex liked my foreskin and I liked his penis.  We both were
ejaculating a very small amount of mostly clear sperm; mine was mostly
clear fluid and Alex had a cloudy drop or two mixed in.

About the third time we were doing this in my room, we were more nervous
doing it at Alex's house as his parents were a disapproving sort, Alex was
acting silly and said, "Let's suck each other."  I know he did this
impulsively at the moment because I knew Alex.  I agreed and Alex went
first.  It gave me a pleasurable feeling, more so than his masturbating me.
When Alex bared my glans it was too intense and not pleasurable at first.
Neither of us sucked each other to orgasm the first few times.

Then it was my turn.  Seeing Alex's penis and scrotum always aroused me,
seeing them up close was even better.  I sucked Alex and I remember finding
it more pleasurable than I expected, although I must say I had no real
expectations having not thought of oral sex before Alex made his
suggestion.  Alex very much enjoyed my sucking him.  We masturbated
ourselves to orgasm using each other's saliva.  It was most intense.  We
sucked each other to orgasm about the third or fourth time and I remember
Alex's ejaculate having a sweet taste at first and then getting saltier and
spermier as we matured.  Alex would swallow my ejaculation, too.

We did eventually masturbate with other boys and we had an oral three-way
with one other boy.  I continued with boys but Alex did not do so after we
reached thirteen."


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