Date: Sat, 5 Dec 2015 15:25:23 +0000 (UTC)
From: fiveholepunch@comcast.net
Subject: First Blow Jobs  Part Nine

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First Blow Jobs Part Nine

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.


49.  Jerry

"I went to a boarding school starting when I was thirteen.  We were four to
a room.  Masturbation was a given and we were casual enough about it to do
it in front of one another and to give each other a hand now and then.
Blow jobs happened but were not talked about and it wasn't a common
activity.  There was an unusual exception.

Rooming with me was a guy named Alan.  Alan was endowed.  I am going to say
six inches erect.  Alan was uncut and his cock was admired by most of us.
I found it an object of wonder to be sure.  What made Alan even more of a
hero was he could sit in a chair, bend over and suck the head of his cock.
He could lick and suck the head comfortably unlike a lot of us who could
only barely touch our tongue to the tip if we went upside down against the
wall on our beds.  It was funny to try to do it and see others strain
attempting it.

For Alan it was a parlor trick, he would do it for us more than for himself
and I only saw him suck himself "off" to orgasm in his mouth once.  He spit
out his come immediately.  Alan would truthfully just jerk with us most of
the time. We did watch each other and I am sure we found looking at other
guys jerking exciting.  I certainly did and I fantasized about sucking
other guys but didn't want to let on that I was interested.  I got my
chance with Alan.

We had gone back to our room late one afternoon and we were the only ones
there and Alan said he wanted to jerk and asked me if I wanted to also.
Nothing unusual about that and I said yes.  We went back behind a wall
locker so we couldn't be readily seen if someone came in but we weren't
hiding the fact we were jerking.  It wouldn't have shocked any of our other
roomies to come in and know something was going on.  Alan undid his pants
and pulled his underwear down and his cock dropped out.  I did the same.

Alan, without even touching his cock, would erect in about ten seconds
flat.  You could watch it pump up to a total erection.  I found it
extremely arousing and I went up just about as fast.  Alan didn't do much
in the way of jerking this time; he hesitated before asking me a question.

"Have you ever thought about sucking another guy?" he asked.

"Yeah, kind of," I admitted.

I answered truthfully, not really thinking about what I was saying.  If I
had thought about it I probably wouldn't have been so honest.

"I think some guys want to do it but won't ask," he paused and then added,
"Do you want to, you know, suck me?"

Alan asked in a way that I knew he was serious in asking and not being
insincere.  I gave my answer.  It was, "Yeah, but I don't want to get
caught."

I got on my knees and went down on Alan behind the locker for about thirty
seconds.  I sucked the head of his cock and it tasted good.  His foreskin
slid back and I went down about three inches. Then we finished by jerking
each other by hand into some dirty laundry from a laundry bag that hung at
the end of each of our beds.  Again, usual practice.  The rooms always
smelled of sweat and jizz.

Over the next year I did get to suck Alan a number of times when we could
be alone which wasn't that often and I did suck him to come in my mouth
once or twice but he was so big I couldn't really take his cock so I mostly
just sucked him to get him excited and then we jerked together.  He never
sucked me.  We never did anything more after we were fourteen and were
assigned different dorms.

I look back at what we did as just recreational biology; there was no
emotional commitment, just lust for most boys including me.  Now, years
later, I wish I could've have experienced things differently.  It would be
great if you could, as someone said, live life backwards."


50.  Bob

"I attended a school for the blind during the late Fifties and early
Sixties.  All of us were legally blind, and many of the kids, like me, were
totally blind.

When I was twelve, I had just started jacking off, and didn't cum yet. I
wouldn't cum for two more years, and that two years nearly killed me.

One day an older boy and I were playing in my room when he proposed that we
go into the closet and "play nasty." I readily agreed. Once in the closet I
touched his dick, I don't think I had touched another guy until then, and
was immediately in love. I loved the hard softness of it, I loved the
thickness, I thought it was so long and thick that I could have lived on it
for the rest of my life, the size, (I guess it was about 5 inches long) and
the overall feel of it.

He asked me to suck him, and, though I protested to save face, I wanted to
in the worst way. So I did, and, when he shot in my mouth, I was a
dedicated dick lover from then on.

He and I began to go into the closet two or three times a week after
that. I always sucked him. He promised to suck me afterward, but never
did. We tried fucking a couple of times, but we didn't know about
lubrication, and it hurt too bad to do it very much.

There was a hard fast rule at the school that "queers" were expelled
immediately. I think, though I'm not sure, that the supervisors at the
school had an idea about what was going on between this other guy and me,
because they began to do things to keep us apart, like move him to an older
boy's dorm while I stayed behind. If those supervisors were, so to speak,
turning a blind eye to our activity, I owe them a whole lot of thanks.

Anyway, when I turned sixteen, I was moved to the older guy's dorm and we
began our closet activities once more, but much less frequently. By then we
both had girl friends and thought more about pussy than dick.

One day when I was a junior in high school my best friend asked me how long
this other guy and I had been having sex. Needless to say I was
flabbergasted. I finally admitted we had been having sex for many years. He
invited me to a meeting the next day. When I got there there were five
other guys who were confidants of this other guy we were all having sex
with. I was shocked because I thought it was just him and me fucking and
sucking our way through school. Most of the guys were apprehensive because
our mutual sex partner had been getting more brazen with his activities. He
was brazenly seducing some of the little kids at the school. We all felt
that it was just a matter of time before we were all caught and expelled
from school.

We even considered murdering him, which would have ruined all of us for a
long, long time.

Finally, we did nothing but shun him. He came to me crying one day,
wondering why no one liked him anymore. I told him that we all knew he was
a "queer," and that he was lucky no one had physically attacked him.

He left my room crying and went to call his folks. They pulled him out of
school and he finished school in a public school.

I've talked with him since then and we have a distant relationship of
sorts. But, sometimes, when I fantasize, I still dream of his wonderful
dick."


51.  Tommy

"I'll tell you about my first three experiences.

When I was 9 this kid Dustin and I were practically inseparable for an
entire summer.  I used to crash at his house all the time and play Nintendo
with him. We were totally in love with each other; it was ridiculous and
amazing.

We'd spend every minute of our free time finding ways to be alone and feel
each other up. It was definitely one of the best times of my life.

His little brother was a total horn-dog, loved to dry hump me, often with
wet pants, so I'd end up smelling like his pee. I acted as if I didn't like
it when Dustin was around, but secretly I really liked it.

One of the last times Dustin and I were messing around, I remember laying
back and saying, "Do whatever you want to me", so he touched, breathed on,
and then licked my penis.

I was shocked when he licked it. We changed spots, he said the same thing,
but I just didn't lick it; too afraid or something ... such a chicken back
then ... worst part is I don't remember messing around after this.

A short time later this kid Jason moved in down the street from us. He was
sort of plump with red hair, but he was kool ... annnnd ...

He had a Super Nintendo. I was blown away by the graphics and games and
instantly wanted to be his best friend.

Around the third night over as we turned off the lights to go to sleep, I
asked, "What's the craziest thing you've ever done?"

"I don't know, you?"

"I wore three pairs of underwear all day."

"That's not that crazy, but why would you do that?"

"I don't know, I like the way it feels. I did it today, btw."

"Liar, prove it."

I pulled back the waistbands.

*snap snap snap*

He laughed. At this point i had moved my hand over and touched his.

"That your hand?"

"Yeah"

He touched back, we held hands for a minute, and then ended up feeling each
other up. His was smaller than mine, but I didn't care, I just loved doing
this.

The next morning in the basement we did the same thing, and we didn't waste
any time getting ourselves almost naked. I loved feeling him up in total
secret. We knew for a fact we weren't gonna tell anybody, but we were gonna
do this as often as we could. Next thing I knew I was sucking his penis, I
knew that I wanted to do it the moment I got a close look at it, we traded
places quite often. Man it was great, and he was totally fine with
returning the favor.

I was so nervous about cumming in his mouth and freaking him out (possibly
ending our sessions) that I willed myself not to.

"Don't cum, don't cum, don't cum."

We did this for about a year, every day. It was awesome.  Then I became
best friends with Luke.

After my experience with Jason, I really wanted to do it more often with
other boys. Luke was two years younger than me, but about my same height
and weight, I was sort of small for my age.

His brother (that was my age) played basketball. During the games we used
to go to watch the games together, and then somewhere in the middle of the
games we would both "have to pee" at the same time. So we'd run off
somewhere into the closed school and explore the corridors and bits we
never got to see when school was in session. The boys locker room, the
drama class room, and sections of the locker halls we had access to were
our personal playground.

It was all exciting and fun until one day we got access to the theater
stage connected to the gym, we could hear the games going on behind the
curtain.  I remember sort of edging him into the conversation of sexy
stuff, but I was being really careful, I didn't want to seem eager, but let
him decide if we could explore more in our own personal way.  And it seemed
to work.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours," he said to me.

Immediately I was like, "Yessssssss!!" but I played it off like I was not
that interested saying, "I dunno man, we could get in trouble." He seemed
slightly annoyed and said "Dude, no one is gonna find us back here."

So I said fine. We picked a corner, did the usual feel; "This is awesome."
"Why does this feel so good?" "I dunno."

And since I already had my favorite fun with Jason, I said, "Watch this"
and went to town ... and he was pretty much like "Let's trade cards!!"

That turned into 2 years of fun.  His brother was fun too, but only for a
real short while."


52.  Rusty

"Here is the story of how I sucked my first cock.  It isn't porn.  It is
true.

Two schoolmates of mine were jumping off the bus together after school.
They would meet as soon as possible in the bus line and were very excited
on the ride home.  They had different stops but were getting off together.
I had some mild experiences with them in grade school, we were in middle
school now, and I knew they were going to do something together because of
the way they acted.  I heard a rumor implying that they might be sucking
each other which excited my imagination.  I wanted in on the action but
they weren't interested in having a third.  I didn't ask directly about
sex, I just asked casually to come over and they were direct in nixing my
suggestion.

I wanted to have sex with anyone in the worst way, it was what I thought
about in school half of the time.  Back then I was thinking of both boys
and girls.  Girls were out of the question as I could barely talk to them
and while I joked with my buddies about sex I never could steer the
conversation around to actually asking.  As incompetent as I was the only
way I was going to get to have sex with anybody was by dumb luck.  That is
how it happened.

There was a guy named Viktor in my English class.  Viktor was from the
Ukraine and had only been in the United States for about three years.  He
was a strange guy not only because he only understood about two thirds of
what was going on but he was strange in his ways.  He was dutiful and
religious and very not American in some of his behaviors.  He was super
serious most of the time but he was also a gawky adolescent made gawkier by
his being foreign.

Viktor was noticeable to me and everyone else for those reasons.  I noticed
something else.  Viktor was tall and gangly.  He had hit his growth spurt.
He also sat in class in a weird way, sort of curled up like he was
insecure.  The weirdest thing about how he sat was he crossed his long
legs.  This was noticeably not normal.  He would have them closed tightly
much of the time.  When he didn't you could see Viktor had a long penis
down one side of his shorts.

I was looking at my most of classmates in a sexual way and the fact that
Viktor seemed to be hiding his penis made me look more.  Viktor also moved
around in his chair when working and sometimes it looked like he might be
holding an erection out of sight.  Not only that, but at times he looked as
if he was masturbating himself by using the inside of his tightly clasped
thighs.  Not to orgasm but just like he was enjoying himself.

I had been thinking of my other two classmates going home to suck each
other and I was definitely thinking of what it might be like to suck Viktor
for several days when I got the opportunity.  Viktor had gotten up to go to
the boys room and, spontaneously, I followed immediately after he left.  I
had no plan whatsoever, I only wanted to see Viktor's penis if possible.

Viktor was at the urinal and I went up next to him and unzipped.  I looked
over to him and smiled and he smiled back.  I looked down to see his penis.
It was long and uncut and the pee was rushing out of his foreskin as Viktor
hadn't skinned himself back.  I am cut so this was a sight I hadn't seen.
I looked back up to Viktor after some long seconds and smiled and he smiled
back.  I sort of leaned back and shook my penis as I peed as a goof and
Viktor did the same.  We finished and that is when I decided, now or never,
I would try something.

I told Viktor to follow me and I went to a stall and motioned for Viktor to
come inside.  I closed the door and turned the knob.  I gave Viktor the
"shush" sign, then sat on the toilet and, with an unspoken permission from
him, opened Viktor's shorts.  I pulled out his cock and held it up and went
down on it.  He got hard instantly.  His cock was long and thin and tasted
a little like pee and a little like cock.  I sucked it for about fifteen or
twenty seconds and then Viktor said, "Stop" and pulled back and put his
cock away the best he could.  We got out of there and went back to class
without saying anything.

I thought about it for the rest of school and was hard all afternoon.  I
couldn't wait to get home to masturbate and I did it as soon as I got up to
my room.  I wanted to get Viktor to do it again and suck him all the way.
I talked to him about coming over to my house the next day and he said he
couldn't do it again because it wasn't allowed in his church.  I felt
disappointed and a bit guilty that I made Viktor violate some sort of
religious code but it didn't seem to bother Viktor as much as it did me.  I
worried that someone might find out about what happened but it never came
to light.  It must have been just one more strange thing about life for
Viktor and he never mentioned it to me again.

I look on it as one spontaneous moment.  I really didn't have a sex life
until my twenties."


53.  Joseph

"I got caught in an alley by a bully when I was eleven and he took
advantage of the situation.  The secret is I wanted him to.  I could've run
but I was "caught" and "forced" to go down on him, after I stood and
pretended to be "afraid" of what he might do to me.  He was a boy near my
age who went to another school and he was my type.  Keith was strongly
built for a kid and had long black hair that curled like some wild Italian
boy from the provinces.  I had to take his cock out and suck him.  I could
tell he had masturbated that morning because he tasted of cum.  Keith had
cum to shoot, I didn't yet, and I actually got two little stains on my
sweatshirt.  I would've gladly sucked him every day but I only saw him one
other time and he was with some other kids, otherwise I might have been
"forced" to do it again."  (conversation)


54.  Yanni

"I was new to the neighborhood at six, almost seven.  There were kids up
and down the street.  Four houses down were a family of two boys and one
girl.  They had a play house in the backyard.  About the third time I
visited their backyard there were other neighbor kids there, both boys and
girls, exposing themselves and feeling each other up; it was the place to
go.  I did this two or three times before adults got wise and put a stop to
it - not because of me, it was just coincidental.  They stopped girls being
there unsupervised, it didn't stop the boys.  I don't think there was much
worrying for the boys.  We boys continued with mild sex play and we did go
down on each other.  It was forbidden play and fun for that reason.  It
wasn't a sexual thrill for me just a naughty one.  I also had sex play with
another boy down the street in the back seat of his mother's car once.
These were my complete sexual encounters before I was a teen."


55.  Erin Boy

"It's been so long since I sucked my first cock that the details are rather
hazy. I was the seventh of eight children in an Irish Catholic family. I
was five when my baby brother was born. His arrival displaced me from my
parents' bedroom and I was moved to the attic dormitory where my three
older brothers slept. They were all much older than me, the youngest being
14 at the time. It was this next-older brother who induced me to suck his
cock one day. The older brothers having gotten up already and the two of us
alone, he drew back his covers and invited me to climb in with him. I
eagerly complied. After some cuddling, things began to happen. Somehow I
ended up with his adult sized cock in my mouth. It was not unpleasant. In
fact I liked it and was disappointed when he pushed me away at the moment
of climax.

We never did anything again. He married and fathered four kids. As an adult
I have fantasized that he began sharing me with his friends. I've never
confronted him.

My next blow job was at the age of seven when my same aged cousin asked me
to put his penis in my mouth. I hadn't seen an uncut cock before and made
him wrap it in toilet paper before I would suck him. It was a less than
satisfying event for both of us.

At the age of 12, I decided to earn some money by caddying at the local
golf course. This was back in the fifties, before there were golf carts and
men would hire boys to carry their clubs and wash their balls. This latter
operation was alluded to knowingly by the other caddies as a surefire way
of getting a good tip. After a couple of days hanging out in the caddy
shack without getting picked, I was let in on another secret of how to
succeed as a caddy. If you wanted to get out on the links you had to give
the caddy master a blow job.  The caddy master was a good looking college
boy with a blonde crew cut. I approached him where he sat on a low stone
wall next to the pro shop and told him I was ready to give him a blow
job. His bemused expression suggested he knew what was going on when he
informed me that it was definitely not a requirement.

The good news is I did start to go out as a caddy. I was also befriended by
one of the other caddies, a cute 12-year-old whose parents were members of
the club. He didn't need the money but his parents thought he should have
the experience. One day he proposed we take the next day off and go on a
long bike ride. We didn't get very far before he suggested a detour to
where there was a quarry where we could go swimming. When I pointed out
that I did not have a suit he informed me that it was boys only and
everyone swam naked. That was OK with me as I secretly wanted to see him
naked.

The quarry was about the size and shape of an Olympic swimming pool with
flat granite ledges along one side and the end. We were the only ones there
and my friend quickly stripped off and hung his clothes on a bush. I
followed suit and we swam together in the warm water. After a while we got
out and lay on the warm granite to dry. Somehow the conversation turned to
sexual matters, not surprising for a pair of naked 12-year-olds. We were
seated side-by-side, leaning back on our outstretched hands, our bald
genitals on display when he asked me if I would really have given the caddy
master a blow job. When I admitted that I would he asked if I would suck
his cock, which was now a hard spike. I agreed and he led me to the end of
the pool, out of site of the trail where I acceded to each request to suck
it, to lick it, to blow on it. Whatever he asked, I did, until running out
of innovations he declared we had better get going. After that, I saw him
around the caddy shack off and on, but we never palled around at all the
rest of the summer.

It was two years later, at this same quarry, that I got sucked for the
first time. I was skinny dipping with two younger boys when a man came out
of the bushes at the end of the quarry. He was 40-something, husky but not
fat, with buzz cut hair. I forget what he said as greeting, but I responded
"What, are you a birdwatcher?" He said "Maybe a Jewish bird" as he began
making his way through the bushes across from where the two younger boys
had been drying off. They quickly grabbed their clothes and took off before
the man made it all the way 'round. By then I had gotten out of the water
and was stretched out prone on the warm granite with my head on my folded
forearms.

The stranger did not wait for an invitation but sat down close alongside my
naked body. It started with idle chit chat but soon the conversation veered
to sex, his palm gliding over my spine and caressing my skinny buttocks. I
asked him what he meant when he said he was watching a Jewish bird. He
explained that most local boys in this community were uncircumcised whereas
I did not have a foreskin. My cut cock stirred beneath me against the
smooth rock. His fingers stroked my inner thighs and between the crack of
my ass. He took my hand and stood up and made for me to go with him.

He led me around the quarry, leading me away from the trail and into the
dense bushes from which he first appeared. He sat me down on a large block
of stone and brought his face close to my five inch cock with its
smattering of wispy pubes. He used his tongue at first, licking my balls
and the shaft of my cock. Then he started sucking. I'd never felt anything
so good. I had been shooting cum for a few months now, but only at my own
hand. It did not take long before I was cumming for the first time in a
hot, wet mouth.

I expected him to stop as I had reached a climax, the ultimate goal of my
hand-induced strivings. But he was not stopping at all. Having sucked every
bit of cum out of me, he continued on, alternating speeds and pressures. I
had been sitting upright on the flat stone, but he placed a palm on my
chest and gently pushed me back until I lay flat with my knees over the
edge of the block. Then, after sucking me in that position for several
minutes, he raised my knees up and pulled me closer so that my butt was
right on the edge. Pushing my knees back he withdrew his mouth from my cock
and began to tongue my balls and then there was this new feeling as his
tongue found my asshole. I was his toy to use as he pleased. His fingers
replace his tongue and he returned to sucking my cock. I couldn't take it
much longer and mercifully began to shoot what little I had left. He gently
tongued my cock as it went down. Then he stood up and walked off into the
woods from whence he came.

The next day I saw the two younger boys at the beach and asked them if they
knew who that guy was. They told me his name and said their parents had
told them to stay away from him. It would seem he had a reputation. I
looked him up in the phone book and found he lived about a mile from our
cottage. Several times that summer I rode my bike past his house hoping to
see him in the driveway or the yard. I never saw him again, but I found out
later he got caught with half a dozen young boys on his cabin cruiser and
ended up in jail.

After that Summer I became more active sexually and by the time I graduated
from high school I had had sex with several dozen men and boys. In my
seventh decade now, I'm still active. Just the other day at an adult book
store, I sucked eight cocks, got three blow jobs and got fucked."


56.  Geoff

"It was the mid 1970s in the summer.  I was thirteen and so was my best
friend Lars.  He had long blond hair, mine was long and black.  We looked
like a young teen version of Led Zeppelin.  We bicycled everywhere and one
of those places was a woody scrub area with trees and paths and small dirt
clearings, perfect for boy adventures of all sorts.  We went out there to
smoke a joint which we just started trying; a rite of 70s passage.

Shirtless and in long pants, the awful plaids of 1974, and we were sweaty
and hot and pleasantly stoned on the mild grass. We sat there in a state of
joy with life.  Lars' body was there before me and I was just staring at
him.  It was an innocent state of pure adoration.  Lars shared my state.

We reached for each other's crotch, nothing had to be said.  We unzipped
and touched each other's erections.  I saw everything with the detailed
awareness of the drug and the moment; I was enthralled and fired with lust.
I got between his legs and, in what seemed to be slow motion, put my lips
to his stiffness.  The pointed head was soft and his shaft was rigid.  Lars
groaned and tensed.  I literally felt what he felt; I knew what he was
feeling as if it was me.

I stopped when he pushed me off.  His penis was wet with my spit and pulsed
before me, a timeless image.  I rolled and sat where I had been before.
Lars swung around and went between my legs.  There was a soft, velvety,
wetness.  I held my breath it was so overwhelming, I thought I would pass
out.  Lars stopped at some point; I was unaware, at a peak of sensation
that permeated my being.

We had our orgasms at each other's hand.  I touched the come on Lars' belly
and then my hands went up to his arms and shoulders.  He lay back; I
dropped on top.  We embraced awkwardly and lay on one another – summer
heat, our bodies hot, mingling cocks and come ...

I never felt closer to anyone in my life."


That's it.  Thanks to everyone who sent their stories in.

    Five Hole Punch


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