I t was the summer between 7th and 8th grade. Sex for me was simply playing with myself. I wasn't able to cum yet, but really liked the feeling of stroking my little cock. All that changed when Billy Dougherty move in nearby. We soon became friends and he invited me to camp out with him in his back yard in a pup tent. There wasn't much room in the little tent, but we soon found we didn't need much space for our activities.

Billy had been playing with himself and I enjoyed watching him. "Mind if I touch you?" I asked tentatively.

"Go ahead," Billy said and I wrapped my fingers around his cock.

"Wow!" he said, "Do more of that!"

I wasn't sure what he meant, but gently squeezed and stroked his little cock, quickly making him hard. My cock was little as well – neither of us were more than three inches fully erect, but we were only starting our journey through puberty.

"I thought it was great to touch myself," said Billy, "But when you touch me it's so much better! I'll show you."

Billy took my cock in his hand and it was amazing! It didn't take long for me to be fully aroused. The only thing better would have been to be able to cum!

From that time on we always helped each other out in that way, but wished we had a little more privacy. Then we thought of camping in the woods behind his house, and that was perfect. We had enough privacy to be naked most of the time, and I found that I enjoyed seeing Billy naked as much as I liked being naked.

We made a game of keeping each other hard. It was kind of risky, but we left our clothes in the pup tent and walked through of the woods naked, occasionally squeezing each other's cocks to keep them hard. If we'd gotten caught we would have been in a lot of trouble, but luck was on our side. Being naked together for hours at a time was an incredible thrill.

On one of our campouts Billy brought a Playboy that he had salvaged from the trash. Even though Playboy only showed boobs at the time, we were delighted with it. Billy had some pubic hair but I had none. We would look at the pictures and played with ourselves for hours. We had a great time, even though neither of us could cum yet.

Then one night toward the end of summer Billy ejaculated. I watched in wonder as he got it all over. I envied Billy, wanting so badly to do the same. I reached out and touched a glob of it that had landed on his chest. I brought it to my mouth and tasted. It was a strong taste, sort of like bleach, but neither pleasant nor unpleasant.

We cleaned up and went back to looking at the magazine. A while later Billie was hard again.

"How about sucking me?" Billy asked. It seemed like a strange thing to do, but why not?

"I will if you'll suck me," I replied.

"I'd rather not," Billy said, "But understand if you don't want to suck me."

As I thought about it I realized that I wanted to suck Billy, even if he didn't suck me.

I watched with interest as Billy was lying on his back stroking. I put my head on his legs to get a better look. With is cock and balls just inches from my face I just couldn't resist and leaned forward, licking his balls.

"Oh yeah," said Billy, "That's it." He took his hand from his stiff cock and I licked from his balls to the tip of his cock, and then took it all in my mouth. I remember feeling that there was something very right about this, and that Billy's cock somehow belonged in my mouth. I sucked eagerly, but may have been a little too eager.

"Don't suck so hard," asked Billy, "Lick more."

I adjusted to Billy's request and sucked more gently. It was kind of like I instinctively knew what to do and covered my teeth with my lips and swished my tongue up and down the underside of his cock. Before long before he came as hard as he had the first time. It caught me by surprise, but I swallowed as much as I could while a little leaked out of my mouth.

After that I would suck Billy whenever we could arrange it. We didn't have to be camping and found that we could do it any time we had a few minutes and a little privacy. We both loved it, but I felt like I was getting the best part. I told Billy I would suck him anywhere he felt comfortable offering me his cock, and he sure put me to the test many times – we almost got caught more times than I care to imagine.

We tried anal briefly, but oral was so much better that I continued to blow him as often as I could.

I've wondered about sucking other guys, but never wanted to risk it. Even though we almost got caught many times, our secret has stayed safe all these years.

We married, had families – our children have grown and our wives are good friends. We visit a lot, and try to find the opportunity to slip away for a few minutes for me to get on my knees and take Billy's load. My wife often remarks how randy I seem after a visit. When I make love to her I think about Billy cumming in my mouth. In that respect, blowing Billy has improved my marriage!

Special thanks to my online friend Bernie Greenberg for inspiring this story and providing much of the content

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)