Date: Sun, 2 Jul 2000 21:35:08 -0500 From: Tim Subject: I'll Never Do That Again It was the summer of my eleventh year, a month or two from my twelfth birthday. I was the youngest of our neighborhood gang and my brother was the oldest. Wally was 14. These were days of sexual awakening where thoughts of sex went from nothing to the favorite topic of conversation except for baseball. Being the youngest, I was pulled along by my older friends. I first learned of masturbation from my friends Jimmy and George, both a year older than me. We were alone in a field, behind some bushes and they suddenly laid on the ground, pulled out their dicks, and started stroking like mad. I had no idea what they were doing and was sure it was dirty, improper thing to do. My parents always warned me about playing with Jimmy, because his parents were dirty people. I didn't find this arousing, but it did raise my interest. As soon as I was alone I experimented, stroking my own young cock, and naturally found it wonderfully pleasurable. From then on I was an addict. This total fascination with jerking off took our group by storm. Circle jerks became our new secret pleasure. In a secluded spot in a patch of woods, six or seven of us gathered to compare cocks, see who was growing hair (I was quite hairless at the time), and who's was biggest. We even played a game by cutting a deck of cards to see who would stroke whom. We got to know each others cocks very well, but I don't remember us taking this to a climax. I certainly didn't regard this as being queer but as a substitute for girls who were completely unreachable at that age. We were very ill informed at that age. Our knowledge of the sex act was sketchy at best. One thing we did know, and that was a boy who sucked another boys cock was a queer and a cock sucker. It bore a stigma that you could never live down. In total disregard of this cultural taboo, we incessantly tried to talk each other into giving a blow job. For some reason, probably because I was the youngest, I seemed to be the target of these requests. Charlie was the worst. Whenever we were alone, or alone with Wally and I, he tried to convince us to give him a blow job. "You know I'm clean and I would never tell anyone". "No" "We're friends and I'd keep the secret". "No" "You know I'm cleaner that Jimmy". "NO". Jimmy had his own approach. He always had a job, even before he was legally old enough to work, so he had pocket money. "I'll pay you to blow me...a quarter". "No" "Come on...thirty cents" "No" "How about fifty cents" "NO" Another attempt came from Louie. We were in his cellar. I was sitting down and he was standing up. He suddenly let his huge hard cock out of his pants and said: "If you blow me I'll blow you". I instinctively reacted with "NO". He quickly returned that beautiful dick back into his pants and we never mentioned it again. With all this talk of blow jobs, I was becoming very curious. In fact, I began to fantasize about it. There was a growing part of me that wanted to try it but another that would never risk it. But if my partner also blew me, than both of us would have to keep the secret. My most persistent suitor was Wally. He kept trying to talk me into it and I probably did my share of trying to talk him into blowing me. This continued for weeks. Then one afternoon we were riding our bikes, just he and I. He continued to try and convince me. This time he said: "Come on...if you blow me, I'll blow you" "No". "No one will find out. If I tell anyone about you, you'll be able to tell about me". "I don't know". Wally sensed a sudden weakness in my argument. "Yea...you blow me and I'll blow you. Nobody will find out". "But who would go first?". "I don't care...you can go first and get it over with if you want". My heart was racing. Quietly I said "OK". "For real! Let's go home". Our parents were home but sitting in the back yard. Our bedroom (we shared a room) was on the second floor in an old frame house. We hurried up the stairs and quickly undressed. Wally laid on his bed, his hard 5.5 inch cock as hard as a rock. He was a redhead and had sprouted strawberry blond pubic hair. I slide between his legs and came face to face with his cock. As much as I wanted to take it into my mouth, I was repelled by putting a part of someone else's body in my mouth, particularly this part. This kept me from getting it between my lips the first two or three tries. "What are you waiting for?" "Wait a minute...I'm trying". Finally I put my wide open mouth around his cock, trying to physically not touch his cock even though it was in my mouth. I though a blow job had to do with blowing which I though I could do without touching Wally's skin. This had to be the worst blow job ever. I puffed and puffed with no effect and try as I might Wally's cock would bang into my lips or my tongue. It didn't taste bad. My mouth filled with spit which forced me to swallow, bringing me into full contact with his member. As afraid as I was to touch it, I was greatly excited and as hard as a rock. It was the most fun I ever had and I didn't want to stop. Not wanting to show how much I was enjoying it, I finally stopped since we weren't getting anywhere. "Now it's your turn". Wally gamely took a position between my legs and attempted to perform a blow job exactly like I did (terribly). He had no sooner started than we heard our mother calling from downstairs. "Charlie's here". We quckly grabbed our cloths and dress with Wally rushing to the bathroom to spit into the toilet. We didn't do it again for several months. By then we had moved to another town and into a smaller bedroom. Our beds were right next to each other with barely a foot in-between. I was now 12 and Wally was almost 15. When our bedtime came we were allowed to read for awhile before going to sleep. One evening we were both in bed reading when out of the blue, Wally asked "Want to blow me?". Instinctively I said "NO". But as the word left my mouth I felt my heart race, like never before. My head was swirling from a racing heart and a dose of adrenaline. My mouth became dry and all I could think of was the excitement of having his cock in my mouth again. In a turning point in my life, I asked "Do you still want me to blow you?". In answer, Wally pulled back his covers revealing his rock hard cock. I slid over from my bed and again came face to face with his cock. It still took two or three tries, but I got it into my mouth...still trying to puff on it. Wally had done some research and had a better idea of how a blow job should be done. "Go up and down on my dick". "MMM". That sounded to much like jerking off in my mouth and I was a purist, wanting to give a real blow job. Wally took things into his own hands, grabbing the part of the shaft not in my mouth and beginning to stroke it. I was so hot that I grabbed on own swollen cock and started stroking too. This time his cock was all over my mouth, on my tongue, on my lips, the head hitting the back of my mouth. I was reaching a climax that I couldn't control. As my cock shot its young load of cum I felt a hot jet of sperm fill my mouth. We had cum together, one of the rare times that has happened in my life. I was immediately shocked and spit the load on Wally's pajamas. He did fight back, just gave me a silly half smile. I used a rather full range of foul language to voice my displeasure, saying "I'LL NEVER DO THAT AGAIN!". Of course I was wrong. Sometimes Wally asked for me to blow him and sometimes I asked Wally if he wanted me to blow him. I was hooked.