Date: Fri, 11 Sep 2015 13:56:57 +0000 (UTC)
From: fiveholepunch@comcast.net
Subject: First Blow Jobs  Part Three

Please give to Nifty.

First Blow Jobs Part Three

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.


13.  Harry

"I sucked my first cock at eight.  I spent that summer at my grandparent's
house.  They had a handy man for their house that did lawn mowing in summer
and other maintenance work like shoveling snow and maintaining the furnace
in winter.  The handy man had a son, Richie, who was twelve and they
thought it would be a good idea for him to play with me while I was there.
Richie, I could tell, was probably not that enthusiastic about playing with
an eight year old kid and he only visited once or twice a week at first.
He did invite me to his house twice and to go on adventures around the town
and its environs about once a week.  I was fine being by myself, but my
grandparents were concerned about me being alone and secured the company of
the only boy they were aware of.  Aside from our difference in age, which
was enough in itself, there was another factor in our not being natural
pals - Richie was, frankly, a lower middle class kid from a small town,
while I was a middle class kid from the suburbs of a city.

Richie had an athletic physique from swimming and baseball and an average
looking face.  He had a blocky, uneven nose coupled with very nice blue
eyes.  I had blue eyes, as well, and was a very cute kid, like an English
shepherd boy.  The biggest class contrast between Richie and me was our
hair.  I had long, curly, shoulder-length brown hair and Richie had a
cheap, barber shop, close-cropped crew cut.  This was not fashionable, but
Richie wouldn't have cared about fashion in the slightest even if he knew
about it, which he didn't.  If it wasn't sports, it didn't matter to him.

Here's how I ended up sucking his cock.  We were exploring the basement of
my grandparent's house; this was an old house with a huge meandering
basement that had a coal furnace with pipes and a coal bin.  I guess Richie
was feeling horny (he was twelve, how else would he feel?) and he asked me
if I wanted to see his `cock.'  I knew he meant his penis, but I never used
that word.  I was a bit scared, but I was in awe of an older boy so I said
yes.  Richie opened his pants and lowered his underwear revealing his uncut
three inches.  He told me I could touch it and I did.  I was cut and had
never seen an uncut cock so it was a completely novel experience to feel
Richie's foreskin slide around.  He hardened to a thin four inches.  What
followed was clichéd: he asked me to show him mine and I did; he felt me
and got me hard, which was a thrill for me.

Then Richie asked me to put his penis in my mouth and suck on it.  It
somehow made sense.  I got down on the cement floor and put Richie's stiff
penis in my mouth.  I instinctively knew to use my lips and be careful of
my teeth.  I sucked on it and I really liked the feel of his hardness in my
mouth.  Richie caressed my hair and then I heard him groan slightly.  He
held my head in place and I felt his penis twitch in my mouth.

In the final few weeks of the summer Richie would come by as often as he
could without arousing suspicion and we would go off together.  I think
Richie's father had an inkling of his son's suddenly greater interest in
visiting and it was hard for us to get the time or the place to be alone.

The next summer I visited only for a three weeks, but Richie had me suck
him a dozen times.  He was thirteen, his penis had lengthened and thickened
and he had developed pubes.  His cock also had the heady taste of a mature
male.  I'll never forget smelling and tasting his mature cock.  I also
found out what come was when Ritchie shot in my mouth.  He warned me before
he came and said it wasn't pee and that it was okay to swallow it.  He told
me it would be salty; I didn't mind the taste, but the sliminess was weird
and disgusting at first.  I had the feeling that Ritchie knew what he was
talking about from his own experience.

Richie also fucked me twice that summer.  The first time was when we were
totally alone and he had me on the floor of my grandparent's sitting room.
I remember lifting my legs and feeling his cock pushing my anus open and
the feel the wool of the carpet on my back as Richie thrust.  My limp penis
flopped against me, but the pleasure was all in my bottom.

I knew this was what I wanted to do.  They say you can't turn gay, but I
know that after the age of nine, I never wanted to do anything but suck and
be fucked."


14.  Terry

"I was painfully shy as a boy.  There was another boy, Evan that played
with me.  He was arrogant with boys he could be superior to and he made me
do small things to dominate me and embarrass me and get me in trouble.  We
were twelve and walking home from the pool when he called for me to follow
him behind the bushes near our apartments.

Evan had on black Speedos and pulled them down showing me his penis.  He
told me to show him mine.  I didn't want to and was acutely embarrassed.  I
had on Jams and had to untie them and I was worried about being caught.
After I did, Evan told me about another boy in our neighborhood that had
sucked another boy's cock.  I don't know if it was true, but I think it
occupied Evan's thoughts.  He told me he wanted to see what it was like.  I
stood there and Evan told me to `do it.'  Evan was bulkier than I was, but
he was hardly muscular.  I didn't think to not do what he told me.  I bent
over and Evan pulled his Speedo down and I put his penis in my mouth.  He
told me to suck it and he got hard.  That was it.  No orgasm.  Evan pulled
his Speedo up and we walked out of the bushes, Evan still hard in the black
nylon.

We never did anything sexual again, but Evan now had something over me that
was always there for years.  And as we got older, I could see what a jerk
he was."


15.  Chris

"My first time was no big deal.  We kids in the neighborhood had
initiations; peeing in the woods, minor vandalism, showing cocks, jerking
and sucking.  We did all of this in grade school by the time we were eleven
or twelve.  I probably sucked my first cock at nine."  (conversation)


16.  Michael

"I was seven and a half and I was friends with Sean who was just twelve.
He looked like he was ten, but although he had no hair yet, his penis and
balls had started to mature.  He asked me if I wanted to go back in the
woods to do stuff.  We went way back the woods in a bower and Sean took his
cock and balls out of his jeans.  He told me to get down and suck his cock.
I did it because I wanted to.  Sean got hard and I sucked him for like five
minutes and then played with his balls and cock for another five minutes.
Sean didn't come or orgasm, but he got off on order me to do his bidding
which I liked too.  He treated me rough, but I treated him rough too.  We
did this a few times and I had other experiences with other kids too.  This
went on enough where we lived that I had the experience of jacking or
sucking at least a dozen times each year.

I want to include my first ass fuck in this story because it came about
from a misunderstanding.  I was nine and a thirteen year old boy asked me
back to his apartment to fool around.  I though he wanted me to suck him.
He went and got some cream from the medicine cabinet.  I asked what that
was for and he said he wanted to put his cock in my ass.  He greased up his
cock and then fingered my ass.  He went slow and fucked me standing, bent
over his bed.  It was better than anything and, no it didn't hurt, even
though he was about average size for a thirteen year old.

I had sex with boys until I was thirteen and then more and more I was seen
as queer.  I never thought about being gay or anything until I was twelve.
I couldn't understand why everyone seemed to change and now it was wrong to
want to do stuff which they all did before.  I hung on until I was sixteen
before giving up trying to figure out the whole thing."


17.  Martin

"I was friends with a guy in eighth grade and he had an older brother by a
year or so.  These brothers had big cocks.  No joke!  We jerked to computer
porn twice with his older brother and I couldn't keep from looking at his
brother's monster.  He only took it out of the fly of his shorts and it was
more than six inches long.  He was flopping it mostly and only got totally
hard just near his coming and then it went limp quick.  His brother wasn't
as quick to go soft.  Me, at that age, didn't go soft for five minutes at
least.  I was a horned-up kid!

I never got to suck the older brother, but I sucked the younger brother for
my first time.  We did it as "an experiment."  He was five plus inches and
only had the beginnings of pubic hair.  I didn't suck him to a come, just
sucked him for a minute.  He did me a little too.  I jerked with him a few
more times before it was done.  I can only imagine how big both of them
would be today since they weren't fully done growing.  Man, I would like to
find out!"  (conversation)


18.  Bobby

"My first blow job came when I was 14 in 1998.  It was the summer right
after 8th grade and my cousin (not really a cousin, but the son of a close
family friend) came to stay with us for a couple of weeks while his parents
went on a second honeymoon.  He was 11 or 12 at the time, so a little
younger than I.  I had an extra bed in my room, so he stayed with me.

We went to my room that night to get ready for bed and I stripped down to
my tighty whities to go shower.  When I got back from the shower, being
used to being naked around other guys in the showers at school, I thought
nothing of dropping my towel in order to put on some clean underwear to
sleep in.  George gasped when he saw me and said, `you have hair down
there!'  I had begun puberty shortly before and already had quite a lot of
wispy pubes. He asked if he could touch them and see what they felt like.
At first I said no and put on my underwear, but he kept asking so finally I
relented.

He came over to my bed and put his hand down the front of my underwear
feeling the hair.  I started getting hard right away.  Then, without
asking, he wrapped his hand around my dick and felt it up and down.  I
gasped because that was the first time anyone besides me had touched me
when I was hard and it felt incredible.  At first he thought he had hurt
me, but I assured him that I gasped because it felt really good.  He asked
if he could see me naked again now that I was hard and without a second
thought, I pulled my undies off and told him he should get naked too.  He
pulled his pajama bottoms and underwear off.  Though he hadn't started
puberty yet, he was hard as well.

He asked if he could play with my dick some more and I told him to go
ahead.  He jerked me for about a minute and then stopped because his hand
was tired.  I don't know why I said it, but I am glad I did when I told him
he could use his mouth too.  He then proceeded to give me my first blow
job.  He put his mouth all the way over my then about 4 inch penis and
started bobbing up and down.  I was in heaven!  This was the best feeling I
had ever had.  It didn't take long before I came the most I had up to that
point, a full couple of squirts.  He pulled off gagging a little, got a
taste of my cum and then went back down on me as he finished sucking out
every drop until I had him stop because I was too sensitive.

George really liked my dick and my cum because he gave me more blow jobs in
that two weeks than I think I have ever had altogether since.  He would
blow me when we woke up; in fact, I woke up to him blowing me more than
once.  He would blow me when we were hanging out during the day (both my
parents worked so we had quite a bit of unsupervised time on our hands) and
again before we went to bed at night and sometimes more.  At least three or
more times a day.  I was one happy camper.  At 14, I got hard all the time
anyway, so when he saw me with a boner, he serviced me.  We never really
got together again for blowjobs but we did jerk each other off a few times
in the years to come.  I will always fondly remember that two weeks of
summer when I was 14."


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