Date: Mon, 29 Aug 2016 17:17:32 +0200 From: anonymous-sucker Subject: Getting acquainted with Sam. Part 1- Beginnings Getting acquainted with Sam Written by anonymous-sucker based on true experiences from my time in school. Names have been changed to protect `Sam'. Keywords: oral, rimming, cum, outdoors, school (possibly some more exciting topics as the story goes on). Comments/suggestions happily received at anonymous-sucker@gmx.co.uk. Cocks out, lube at the ready. Enjoy. Part I. Beginnings Allow me to introduce myself. I'm James. I'm 16. 5 ft 7, skinny, with short blonde hair and tanned white skin. I've thought I was gay since I was about 13, but never had the courage to do anything about it other than a few random kisses. Thats where Sam comes in. I'd been introduced to him by a friend who was in the same History class, they'd gotten talking and Andrew had discovered that Sam might just have been the guy to help me take my first steps. Several weeks of MySpace chats later I'd discovered that Sam was straight but `curious', he was interested in girls but had been jerking off with a guy from next door but one since they'd both discovered the joys of wanking several years earlier. I should probably describe Sam at this point. 17 years of age, 5 ft 10, average build, with short mousy brown hair. Most importantly, it was also no secret around school that he was fairly well endowed after an unfortunate incident on a camping trip where he ended up exposing himself to his entire class. The first time we had any fun also happened to be the first time we met. He was interested in knowing what a blowjob was like, and I wanted to experience my first cock other than the one that my right hand had became well acquainted with during my teenage years. There was no romantic intentions from either of us, just quick and easy `fun'– he was straight after all... He showed up at my house one lunchtime on a very wet Tuesday with the rain completely saturating his uniform. I showed him inside and immediately led him up to my bedroom, where he sat himself on the end of the bed with an naughty look in his eyes. I knelt in front of him, my face just a few inches from his crotch. The boner was immediately obvious, and clearly struggling to be contained within the tight grey school trousers. There was also what I now know the be the un-mistakeable smell of cock which sent me wild. Nervously, I un-buttoned them and pulled them down to his ankles revealing the true extent of his hard cock, completely tenting his baggy blue boxers, with a glistening patch of pre-cum soaking through the fabric at the head. Clearly he'd been anticipating this for his entire walk. I ran my hands along his shaft through the boxers, picking up some of the pre-cum and licking it. It tasted sweet. Not at all like what my cum tasted like on the few occasions when I'd licked the leftovers off my hands after having a wank. I had the feeling that I was going to enjoy this. He put both hands on my head, running his long fingers through my hair as he said "you can suck it, if you want". I didn't need a second invitation, his boxers were off like a flash, releasing his cock like a spring. Trying to echo the many hours of gay porn i'd watched, I started at his balls. They were much bigger than mine, with very little hair, and a musky smell. I licked from underneath near his hole, swirling my tongue around them whilst lifting his cock out of my way with a hand leading Sam to let out a soft moan as I cover them in my spit. Slowly I began to work my way up the thick shaft. It was easily 8" long, perfectly straight. When I finally reach the top, I peeled back his long foreskin to reveal his pink cock head, glistening with pre-cum. It went straight into my mouth, my tongue trying to lap up as much of his sweet juice as possible, sending him into a fit of heavy breathing and moaning. He pushed down on my head, trying to get deeper into my mouth and causing me to gag a little, but, desperate to impress, I kept going, letting him push my head down until my nose was touching up against his untidy curly blonde pubes, taking in its sweaty musky smell. After a few seconds getting used to the feeling of having a cock in my mouth, I began bobbing up and down on it, squeezing his balls as I went. Within a minute his moans began getting closer together. His balls tightened. His chest shaking. I feel him pushing hard on my head, not letting me pull away. I knew what was coming. "I'm about to...", and then it happened, the back of my throat being coated with hot salty cum as he bucks on my bed. I tried to swallow as much as possible, but the sensation caused me to gag a little and pull away, getting a few more squirts all over my face. He released his grip on my hair and I set to work cleaning up his cock, lapping up the remaining drips, too intense he pulled me away and pulled his foreskin back up over the still slimy head. I felt his finger on my face, pushing the cum that missed my mouth in. "How did it taste?" he said, almost nervously incase it wasn't good. "mmm" was all I could manage, as I pulled his boxers back up and got off my knees to sit next to him. We made small talk for a while before he realised that he had to be back at school for a French class, causing him to quickly get dressed and rush out of the door. I laid there on the bed for a few minutes, replaying what had just happened in my head. My cock dripping wet and throbbing at this point, thinking about our next encounter. To be continued...