Date: Wed, 12 Jul 2000 13:40:26 -0700
From: RLB9044 <RLB9044@prodigy.net>
Subject: Giving My First Blowjob {Donnie} (lee) ( BB oral* ) [1]

If you are under legal age or you find sex between males awful, sick, ugly
or sinful do not read any farther.

I want neither fame or fortune from my stories. You may print, copy, fax,
email or distribute this any way you want, I do not care.

This is my first attempt to put down in story form accounts of sexual
encounters I have had over the years If you enjoy them to let me know. If
you do not tell me why. Email me at lee1841@prodigy.net

I love reading true accounts of sex between two or more males. I know
everyone's trigger is tripped by something. Stories of S&M, bondage and
bodily waste doesn't trip mine. If you have stories, you would like to
share, please email them to me.

I have kept a journal from age 14 (6 weeks short of 15) when I gave my
first blow job. It is in a style that describes all that happened but not
necessarily every word spoken. It holds accounts of my favorite times and
first times. These stories are mostly true but some parts such as our ages
from 10 to 14 are mainly guesses. Though my notes refreshes my memories of
each event many of the actual words escape me.. I have filled in some of
the blanks where my memory falters. I was never good in English while in
school. Please forgive my grammar and punctuation mistakes.


----------------------Giving my first blow job ------------------------


Donnie and I lived across the street from each other as long back as I can
remember. We would be together almost constantly if allowed. We went to the
Boy's Club, the movies, rode our bikes, went downtown and played
ball. Donnie was 5 months younger then me leaving him 1 year behind me in
school. As it is hard to remember, it seems that we were average in height
for our age, but I was a little skinny. We were not ugly for 10 year
old's. Again , just average, nothing special. There was a field beside
Donnie's house. It wasn't that large, about 6 empty lots 150" wide but
close to 800' deep. They backed up on the same size lots on the next street
north. The back half of these lots was covered with trees and brush. We
cleared places in the trees so we could not be seen from the edges. We
called these clearings our forts and played many hours in them. It was in
our fort. that we first gazed at each other's naked bodies. It all started
when we were 10.

I can't remember who got the idea to expose ourselves to each other. It
just happened one day. One of us undid their fly and pulled out his tiny
peter. The other one did the same. As time went by we each learned if you
stimulated that little peter you got a good feeling. That was all we got
for some time. We used to play strip poker or other games that eventually
led to our being naked together. Luckily for us we never got caught in
almost 4 years of our games. We did have a few close calls. A few times
when one of mothers were looking for one of us but mostly from Alan He
lived in our neighborhood. When he was looking for us he would come to our
fort. As we had several cleared he never knew which one we were in. He
would be calling our names so we always had time to dress before he got
there. After Donnie moved Alan and I became best friends. Today he would
probably be called a nerd. Alan was still a nice kid. As we were in the
same grade we often walked to school together. I know he was sure something
was going on between Donnie and me. On our way to school one day Alan ask,
"Did you ever give Donnie a blow job?" I told him, "No, we never did things
like that." I daydreamed a lot about being naked with Donnie and even
giving him a blow job. Today I think if I had to Alan I had given Donne a
blow job he would ask me for one also. I never considered that seriously
with Alan. I did think about for a few shot minutes but that's in another
story. I've always wondered why.

Even around 12 our form of stimulation was to place your peter between the
palms of your hands and rub your hands back and forth until we had that
good feeling. One day I did it at home in the bathtub and shot my first
tiny bit of spunk. Not knowing what it was it scared me. I really thought I
had broke something in me. When it happened again it didn't worry me as
much. As it kept happening I accepted that it would happen every time and
forgot about it. I never mentioned it to Donnie until the next time we were
in our fort. I showed it to him when it happened. He laughed at me. "Don't
you know what that is?", he ask. "No", I replied. "It's cum. Men make it in
their balls. That's what makes babies.", he said. He sure knew more then
me. He said, " I haven't had any yet but I know it won't be long".

By the time Donnie reached 12 I was beginning to notice a difference
between us. His peter was at least 1/2" longer then mine when we were
erect. I was in the 7th grade and still quite dumb. Donnie , one day,
showed me a new way to jack off. He told me that he had seen a boy in
school cup his hand, stroke it up and down, and holler at another boy. "Go
jack off." He tried it at home that night and liked it better then rolling
it in his hands. At the time we were not long enough to use any more then
two finger and a thumb. To this day I like, to jack off, that way best of
all.

In all that time we had never so much as touched each other. We both had
learned many names for our peters including pecker, pole, tool, dick, dong,
cock and may others. We began to use these other names. We knew what a
queer was, cock sucker, a blow job, butt fucking, fucking a girl and lots
more. As we talked with each other we use all these expressions when they
sounded good to use. I thought it excited Donnie. I know it excited me. We
used to have races to see who could cum first. We called them our jack off
duel. I figured that I must be queer as I had little interest in girls at
this time. I had a lot of interest in Donnie. When we were naked and
jacking off I had a lot more interest in Donne's cock then I did my own. At
home, when I jacked off, I thought only of doing it to Donnie.

I knew that Donnie's family was moving soon. So one day, after winning the
race, I ask Donnie to stop. I then ask, "Can I jack you off?" He hesitated
a bit and finally said, "Yes." I grasp his cock and began to stroke it up
and down. Because we had just been in our jack off duel it didn't take long
to get him to cum. I still to this day remember my exact words and his
answer. "Can I put it in my mouth?, I ask. He said, "No, that's dirty." He
got dressed and headed home. That was the last time we were at our
fort. They move during the next week and Donnie never said goodbye. I kept
the secret of my sexually to myself and never tried to do anything with
another boy. I would go to our fort to jack off as often as possible and
always thought of Donnie.

Ten months later, exactly 6 weeks before my 15th birthday, I went to the
Boy's Club. I needed something from the office which was near the front
door. As I approached the office, the front door opened, and in walked
Donnie. When he saw me he waved and hollered, "Hi." We spent the rest of
the day together, doing things we both liked, and talked a lot. He told me
about where he was living, and the things he did up north, after they
moved. I filled him in on me. As it was near closing time we left together.

I need to tell you about the school grounds across the street from the
club. The ground sloped down to the south by quite a bit. To make the
football field level a lot of dirt had to be removed. Two sets of steps, at
the NE and NW corners allowed access from the street. The third set was
about mid field and came down from the exit for the girls and boys
gyms. The steps formed a L where they touched the school. It was dark in
that L and anyone there would not be seen from the street after dark.

We headed across the street and entered the football field. We laughed and
joked, chased each other, play a little grab ass and tackled each
other. When one of us was pinned down we would not get off the other until
he admitted he had lost. The third time I had Donnie pinned I made a big
move. As he was getting up onto his hands and knees I slid my hand down his
ass, reached under him, and cupped his cock and balls. He stopped tying to
get up. "Can I do it again?", I ask. "Sure", he said. We moved to that dark
L by the midfield stairs. I undid his pants and pulled them and his briefs
down to his ankles, We stood facing each other and I began to play with his
balls and cock. As he came to full erection I saw that he was much larger
then the last time I had seen him. He must have been a good 5 1/2". At
least and 1" longer then me.

The position we were in made it awkward to jack him off. I began
anyway. After a few minutes he placed his hands on my shoulders and started
to push down on them. It took a few seconds to realize that he wanted me on
my knees. He wanted me to suck his cock. When I was on my knees I was
looking at his lovely stiff cut cock and I wanted it in my mouth. I opened
my mouth, took the head in, grabbed his ass cheeks and pull him to me. I
buried his cock deep enough so my nose was in his pubic hairs and enough to
gag me. He pulled out a bit and I began to suck. A few minutes passed. He
started telling how he want me to do it. As I followed his instructions I
realized that this was not the first time he had his cock sucked. It
bothered me a bit thinking back less then one year. But it was OK. I was
now doing what I had thought about so many times while jacking off.

He told me to stop sucking his cock and to start on his balls and sack. He
had me lick his sack for a few minutes and then suck one of his balls into
my mouth. "Suck it softly while running your tongue around it and then do
the same to the other one." He said. I did as I was told. Then he said, "Do
it to both of them at once." I complied. Just from jacking off I had
learned that working the shaft would no make you cum. You needed to work
the cock head to make your nuts fire and spill your spunk. I knew slow was
better then the speedy self jerks we did while racing to see who could cum
first. Slow lets you built to the moment when you emptied your nuts.

When I took his cock head back into my mouth again I found a treat waiting
for me. I got my first taste of pre cum. To me it was sweet and I stayed
there getting all that flowed form his pee slit. Spunk on the other hand
tasted bitter to me. The first time I tasted it I didn't like it. A couple
minutes later I realized was the just the end of every blow job. From then
on I expected and enjoyed each time some guy unload in my mouth. I began to
work Donnie's cock and I must have been doing OK because he never told me
what to do the rest of the time. I moved up and down his shaft with
frequent stops to just work the head. As I sucked his moans became louder
and more frequent. After a while, as I drove him deep into my mouth, he
began to tense but relaxed when I pulled back to the head. Never having
sucked a cock before I did not realize what was about to happen. I drove
deep and Donnie tensed. I pulled back to the head but he was still
tense. As drove him deep again I felt him spasm and his first shot of spunk
hit me deep in the throat. It made me gag and I pulled off of him. He
immediately started pumping his cock. I spit out what I could. I could not
get the taste out of my mouth. As I watched each spasm deliver another wad
spunk dripped onto the ground, I began to savor the taste it left. I
decided it tasted pretty good. Some of his spunk had run down his hand,
down his shaft to his balls and into his pubic hairs. I licked and sucked
until I had cleaned it all up. I stayed where I was, with his cock back in
his mouth, looking up at his face. He looked down at me and ask, "Was that
the first blow job you gave?" I let his cock slide out of my mouth and
answered, "It sure is." He said, "That was damn good." I grasp his cock
again, and while pointing it at my mouth, I ask, "Want me to do it again?"
He said. "Later, lets talk."


The ground was a bit rough in the corner and I wanted him to keep his pants
down. I pulled off my shirt and let him set on it. He told me he was sorry
for not letting me suck his cock last year. He said he had met a boy, where
he was living now, and they had hit it off from the first. They did
everything together, just like we did. They started out just skinny dipping
and then would jack each other off. The boy would give him a blow job
anytime he ask. He never said he gave the other boy a blow job. As he
talked I started playing with his cock. When it was hard again, I slid
down, rolled over and placed my head between his legs. Donnie leaned back
against the wall and I gave him his second blow job that night. When he had
shot his second load of spunk into my mouth I held it there. I savored the
taste again. I slowly swallowed every drop. I then licked his dick making
sure I miss nothing. I covered his cock head with my mouth again and began
moving my tongue around and around. As he became fully erect I started
again. He told me to stop. "It's my turn now." I shivered as I thought I
had just given my first blow jobs and know I was going to get mine.

As we stood Donnie pulled his pants up. He then got down on his knees. He
undid my pants and slid them down to my ankles. He began working my stiff
dick through the shorts. A few minutes later he lowered my shorts and
starting working on my sack and ball. As he worked them over he was
stroking my cock slowly. I knew then that I wouldn't be his first blow
job. I'm sure his friend at home was. Finally letting my balls slide from
his mouth he covered my cock head.


Moments later disaster almost struck. We both heard foot steps and voices
coming from the steps. We saw 2 guys coming down. One of them hollered,
"Look a couple queers." As they quickened their steps Donnie was up on his
feet and running towards the other end of the school. My pants were at my
ankles and my shirt was still on the ground by the wall. I goy my pants up
but didn't have time to zip them. I didn't attempt to get my shirt. I saw
Donnie round the end of the school. When I got there Donnie was out of
site. The two boys gave chase for a few seconds and then gave up. I could
hear them taunting me hollering queer and cock sucker. When I got home I
told my mother that I had meet Donnie at the Boys Club and we had got into
a small tussle. My shirt had got ripped so I had thrown it away. I never
saw Donnie again. He never called to see what happened