Date: Sat, 3 May 2014 20:49:32 +1000
From: Colin Barnard <crkbarnard@gmail.com>
Subject: Enjoying Myself Part 2

As before, if you are offended by underage sexual exploits, just hit the
back button. Thanks to all who contacted me and encouraged me to write up
my further stories. Again I have changed the main person's name which is
only fair to him.

So after Tim had initiated me into wanking that fateful afternoon in my
parents' garage, I knew I wanted more if the opportunity arose. We were
never really close friends as he was older and I guess at that age you are
defined by hanging out with people your own age. So we just interacted when
my sister wasn't around or his other friends weren't or if I was doing
something practical like building go-karts or fixing my bike.

This next time (maybe a couple of months later but the timing is hazy for
me) we'd gone to smoke and because we didn't want to get caught we wandered
off to a local field where there were usually horses and there was a little
shed where they kept the straw for the nearby stables. Tim seemed to know
where he was going so we shimmied up the side of the shed and he pulled
back a sheet of corrugated iron on the roof and lowered himself in, onto
the top of rectangular straw bales below and told me to follow. Inside it
was fairly dark, but for the small amount of light that poured through the
roof.

Soon he got out his packet of John Player Special cigarettes and we lit up
(stupid, I know to be smoking in a place that could have gone up in flames
so easily with only one, difficult way out). He then pulled out a porn mag
from his jacket (presumably from his Dad's extensive, but now dwindling
collection). Once again we flicked through the pages and he was very
interested in all of the girls spread out. Once again, I wanted to read the
stories so eventually he relented and I read out the story. I was
incredibly turned on and I could tell Tim was too as he was fidgeting. We
both stubbed out our cigarettes and I stopped reading.

He moved over to a darker area of the shed and beckoned me over to help him
move a straw bale. We lifted out the bale and put it on top of the others
so we were able to dangle our legs into the hole left and put the bale
behind us to create a backrest. He offered me another cigarette and I
accepted. I asked for the lighter and he told me I could get it myself as
it was in his pocket. Without even thinking I reached across and put my
hand in his pocket. As I reached down my fingers squeezed the tight opening
of his pocket and I hit a bulge in there and had to manoeuvre my fingers
over it. He put his other hand over mine and said "squeeze it". I realised
it was his hard tool in my right hand, only separated by the lining of his
pocket and his underpants and became instantly excited. I remember how warm
it was and it throbbed as he twitched it by tensing his pelvis. With his
left hand Tim lowered the flies on his trousers, undid the button, lowered
the band of his underpants and then pulled his engorged member from under
my hand and let it spring upwards. With his right hand he pulled my hand
out of his pocket and placed it over his dick.
"Wank me off Charlie" he instructed me.
I started to wank him off, pulling back that large foreskin over the head.
This time I noticed it felt quite slick and it seemed to be slightly slimy
inside and he told me this was 'precum'. As I moved the skin back and forth
it made a slapping, wet noise. I asked him how big it was (it seemed huge
to me then) and he told me it was 7 inches. It was heavily veined. He then
lifted him bum and pulled his trousers and underpants fully down and pulled
one leg out of his trousers so that he could spread his legs wider. I
continued to pump my fingers up and down his veiny shaft and noticed my
hand getting quite wet with his natural lubricant. He then told me to suck
him off. I didn't really understand what to do but he told me that I should
just put his dick in my mouth as he had done to me on our first encounter.
I agreed. With my heart pounding in my throat, I lowered my head and opened
my mouth. I vividly remember the smell to this day - a heady mix of his
natural musk and a slight tinge of urine, probably due to him having such a
large foreskin that completely covered his cock even when hard. I gingerly
put his dick in my mouth and then started licking it like a lollipop.
Without praise or criticism he just instructed me not to do what I was
doing but to move my head up and down. I did as I was told whilst he held
his dick in position at the base with the foreskin fully retracted. I could
feel it throb with each downward movement but he winced as I occasionally
scraped his large helmet with my teeth. "Don't use your teeth Charlie" he
told me "it hurts". As I adjusted my technique I got into the rhythm of it
and he let go of his dick and I replaced it with my hand. "Mmm, that's it,
Charlie, keep doing it just like that" he moaned. He then told me to kneel
down in the hole so I lifted my head and moved down between his legs as
requested. "I want you to lick up and down the back of dick Charlie". I
eagerly licked up and down his shaft. I noticed that when I got nearer to
the back of his boy tool it twitched violently up and down and he seemed to
moan slightly with a slight ''mmmmm". This went on for quite a while. He
then lifted his legs up from either side of me and place them more either
side of my shoulders, resting on the straw bale behind me. "Put my balls in
your mouth". I tried to put both in but struggled so enveloped one and
remember the coarse feel of his pubes and the delicate softness of his ball
sack and the rubbery hardness of his testicle. As I did that he started to
jerk himself with his right hand and tug at the other ball with his left,
tugging slightly against the one I had in my mouth. "Mmmmm" he moaned
again. With the clear instructions of an experienced teacher he then told
me to suck the knob, then lick down the back a bit and alternate putting
his balls in my mouth.
I was so horny and I could feel my own, much smaller, pre-teen cock
straining against the fabric of my school trousers. I continued to repeat
the three actions on his cock and balls. He then told me to put both balls
in my mouth. This time I got the hang of it and put both hairy nuts in. He
told me to tug very slightly and lick them. As I did this he started to
wank himself off. As his fingers glided up and down quickly over the
swollen helmet, my tongue flashed over his large nuts and I could hear the
slapping of that lubricated foreskin. He then urgently instructed me to put
the knob in my mouth. I lunged forward and as his hand furiously pumped
that big dick, I felt it pulse strongly and he pressed the back of my head
deep down and I could feel it choking me. It was then that his cum hit the
back of my throat as wave after wave of hot, salty, acrid boy juice filled
my mouth. I must have swallowed some but I came back up half choking and he
told me to swallow it as I was holding my lower jaw down so as not to
swallow it. I really didn't want to swallow it but he was very insistent so
I did (I just can't believe I seemed to do everything he told me when I
think back now). I gagged somewhat and thought I'd be sick. It was slimy,
gooey and very musky. Even a few years later when I'd tasted other cum from
teenage boys and got one of my last chances with Tim, he still had very
thick, unpleasant throat yoghurt. And huge amounts of it from those very
capacious balls.
Somewhat surprised with my eyes watering from the gag reflex and with that
musky taste still in my mouth I stood up. He laughed and said "now you can
tell your Mum you've learnt something today and given your first blowjob".
I'd never heard that term and remember repeating it over and over in my
head. Of course I had no intention of telling anyone about this new game,
least of all my mother! Tim lowered his legs back into the straw hole and
reached forward and squeezed my rock hard prick through my trousers. "I see
you enjoyed that Charlie" he quipped. "You can wank yourself now". I didn't
want to. Although he'd seen, felt and caressed my cock to its first ever
orgasm some weeks before, I felt inadequate. For starters I had no hair, it
was much smaller than his and I couldn't produce cum. I told him no and
that I didn't feel like it which was a lie as I was desperate to jerk off
and relieve the huge pressure in my briefs. He kept pushing the subject so
eventually I told him that I didn't want him to look. He agreed and said he
would have a cigarette under the hole in the roof. I sat where he had, and
opened my trousers, pulled out my 10cm dick (in those days I think I must
have measured it every week) and started to wank. Despite his promises, I
could see Tim watching me, straining his eyes as he alternated between
poking his head out of the shed and back down to look at me. "Charlie,
there's nothing to be ashamed about mate" he told me "mine was like yours
when I was your age - it will get bigger and you'll have pubes too".
Breaking his word he came back over towards me and said "I'm going to have
another wank". This time he knelt down next to me, pulled his dick out and
just offered it to my mouth. I opened up and let him put it there. "Now
suck on this, whilst you wank yours". I obeyed and within seconds of that
big dick going in my mouth, my fingers were once again feverishly flying up
and down on my hard wiener and I could feel that increasingly familiar
sensation. Then it happened as the most incredible orgasm hit me. I must
have lost a little concentration because I heard this "ow, you fucker".
Apparently I had bitten down somewhat on to his cock during my climax. He
recoiled and seemed annoyed. I was panting and wasn't taking sufficient
notice of what he was saying. "be careful Charlie, you almost bit my dick
off you twat". That was also when I learnt that word too. I guess there
were now two words I wasn't going to be repeating to my Mum! After I put
myself back in my trousers, I saw him shoot another large wad of boy cream,
this time landing on the straw bales. Wow, I thought to myself - I want to
be able to produce cum like Tim.

So that was my first ever blow job. Odd as it may sound, I still like a
very slight whiff of stale pee on a dick as it reminds me of that day and
of that first time. Odd how smells can bring memories flooding back.
We walked back home, me paranoid that I might smell of cigarettes or have
straw on me that might give the game away or, worse still, some of his cum
on my school shirt. I asked him to check me for incriminating evidence and
he obliged, asking me to do the same. All clear thankfully.

It's funny now that he seems not to want to discuss what happened between
us but I remember us casually discussing what we'd done that day on the
walk back to my house. He was so nonchalant about it all then and was proud
of teaching me and giving me some tips on how to improve my technique. I
did find out years later that he was quite active with other boys (mostly
his age but also gave and received BJs for money from a local builder in
his 40s) so I guess it wasn't a big deal for him. I've never asked him at
what point he moved over to girls and, as I said in my previous story, he
doesn't really respond to me now and certainly wouldn't want me to bring
this subject up with him.


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