I was sixteen years old, a typical high school freshman enjoying life and starting to enjoy girls. We were at a sock hop. For those of you too young to know what they were, sorry, but you really missed out!

They were held every Friday at the Community Center from 7:30 to 10:00 PM. Sometimes we had a local rock group play. I was part of a cool band called the 21st Psyntury that played there a few times, but that is another story. Typically, we had a DJ that played his own sets of songs and took requests.

This night I was there with my current girlfriend, Lydia. I was proud of her. A very cute brunette with a killer figure for sixteen and just a little shy. We kissed all the time and occasionally she let me fondle those pert little breasts. Everything had gone great for several months, at least until now. After school, I worked as a motorcycle mechanic at a local Suzuki shop. My boss, being a bigwig in the local motorcycle community and somewhat of a showoff, had decided to advertise our second try at a Grand Opening on the biggest Dallas rock radio station.

He had paid to have the most popular DJ at the store the Saturday a week before our next sock hop to host a live broadcast rock show. My boss talked me into having Lydia there as a “hostess” since he wanted cute young girls there to help encourage new customers. OK… not a problem. She was excited to do it since she would also get to meet her favorite DJ in person.

Everything was going well until Russ, the DJ, showed up and introduced himself and crew. He was handsome and in his early twenties but a bit pudgy from sitting behind a microphone all day. Once he met us he immediately started hitting on Lydia. Over that Saturday and Sunday, he flirted with her practically all the time he wasn’t live on the air.

Being an impressionable young female she swooned all over him constantly like a moth caught in the light of a flame. He took her to lunch on Saturday and then I found out she went out to an early dinner with him on Sunday. Was I jealous? Hell yes! Was I pissed? Hell, yes!

It all came to a head the following Friday at the sock hop. We argued over her infatuation with the radio DJ. She had fallen for his lines and I was no competition for him. Famous, well-paid, good-looking twenty-three-year-old DJ versus a sixteen-year-old high school student motorcycle mechanic? It was no contest.

The Community Center was essentially a huge highly polished wood-floored basketball court where we danced with several glass-walled meeting rooms off to one side. The sock hop DJ was in one of the rooms right off the gym floor where he could watch the teenagers dance but had a door where we could ask for special songs for him to play. The dancing did not last long before Lydia and I had our first argument.

It was noisy with the 60s rock music cranked up for dancing, so I pulled her into one of the rooms right next to the DJs room. Lydia made it a very short discussion letting me know in no uncertain terms that we were through. She was interested in Russ and sauntered out leaving me there broken-hearted and just staring down at my white socks.

Enter Jamie, the sock hop DJ. He had seen the whole episode from the next room through the glass wall and pretty much guessed exactly what was happening. He was seventeen, a year older than I was, and said he had recently had the same thing happen to him. I kind of stared at him in embarrassment and told him I did not understand why any girl would dump him. He was a well-known teen DJ and very popular with our local high school community even though he actually went to an adjacent rival high school.

He invited me over to his house the next day to see his own full-blown radio studio his dad had built in his garage that he broadcast from. It was a modest 10-watt transmitter, but it carried about ten to fifteen miles so most of us in the neighborhood listened when we were in range. He was so cool. His dad was big in the community and he was a DJ my age with literally thousands of Rock-and-roll LPs and 45s. He lived about a mile away and he had a huge pool in his back yard!

We hung out quite a bit that summer. He showed me how all the DJ equipment worked and even let me broadcast from his station a few times and set up my own rock playlists. That is how I got linked up with my new girlfriend, Donna. She lived a few blocks away from Jamie and heard me on the air a few times. Several times, we would go over to Jamie’s, swim with him in his pool, and listen to songs in his garage. Sometimes Jamie would wrestle with me in the pool and he would occasionally wind up grazing or grabbing my ass or dick. I never thought anything of it since Donna was there too.

Life was good. I had made it to third base with Donna. Neither of us was very experienced. I was her first boyfriend to get past second base with her. She was my second girlfriend to let me get my fingers wet inside her so anything new sex-wise was a thrill. Jamie had gotten a part-time weekend job just north of town at a Rock station, so that was a great accomplishment for an eighteen-year-old. His popularity jumped considerably.

When he asked if I wanted to stay over at his house one Friday and go with him Saturday to his north of town DJ gig, I eagerly agreed. I was all excited. Hell, yes! I would get to see the inside of a real radio station.

We spent most of the day in his garage radio station playing songs and having fun on the air while drinking a couple of six-packs of deliciously cold beer that he was barely old enough to buy. His mom brought us out some sandwiches so we did not wind up getting drunk, just with a really nice buzz.

He asked me how things were with Donna and we talked about feeling girls' boobs and getting our fingers wet in their pussies. I never talked about my experience with my girlfriends for two reasons: One, It was private between just us and two; I had no reason to tell other guys how far I got with anyone so they wouldn’t get any ideas about trying to move in on me.

I felt safe with Jamie; he was a friend, so we talked in depth about what Donna and I had done. Again, I did not think anything about it so things got a bit explicit. He seemed to get more excited when I talked about how it felt to me and what I liked. I figured he probably had not gotten too far with girls either, and the beer made it almost too easy to just let it all out, anyway.

Finally, around 11:00 PM he said he was dead tired. It was probably time to hit the sack anyway if we wanted to get up early the next day to drive out to his weekend one day DJ gig. We said goodnight to his parents, and I followed him to his bedroom in the back of the house.

As expected, the walls of his room were covered with all the cool 60s rock posters. The corner floors, and just about every furniture surface was covered with stacks and stacks of 78 LPs and 45s in their jackets. At least he had a nice big bed so we would not be all scrunched up. He had a cool sort of nightlight on the dresser on his side of the bed along the wall. It was a Beetles box poster with a light inside it so it cast a dim orange glow over the room. I figured it would come in handy if I had to get up later to piss some recycled beer and wanted to dodge all the records all over the floor.

We stripped down to our shorts… typical “tighty-whiteys”. I did not really think about it at the time but the normal adolescent male reflex was to check out the guy next to you the first time in the gym locker room or shower just to see what your competition was packing. I think he saw me take a look when I glanced over at his “package”. OK, he looked a bit bigger than me, but it was hard to tell with the way our shorts sort of bunch up right in the crotch. No big deal since I did not consider him as competition. He did not try to hit on Donna even though she had really nice boobs and a tight little ass.

We crawl under the covers, me to his right, and I lay on my back. He said, “Good night,” and said we needed to get up by 07:00 AM to drive out. So I closed my eyes and pulled the covers up to my chest and just let all my muscles relax and my body settle into the bed. The nice crisp sheets felt good against my naked skin. It was summer, but they did not have the air-conditioning set to cold. I got warm so after a few minutes so I pulled the covers back down below my waist to cool off some.

It must have been about twenty minutes or so before I felt his hand rub against my left thigh. I must have flinched a bit because he pulled back immediately and kind of rolled slightly toward me. I figured he was just moving around as he fell asleep so I did not worry about it. I was still a bit warm, so I pushed the covers down a bit more so they were now just below my crotch. I had to spread my thighs a bit to get more cooling air in.

Jamie was one of those people who move around a lot as they fall asleep, so his movements kept me awake. Another twenty minutes passed and I heard him rustling next to me and felt him turn over. As he did, I felt his left arm drape across my belly as he turned toward me. I froze.

At first, I wanted to push his arm away, but I was afraid I would wake him. Plus it would be awkward so I hesitated while I tried to figure out what to do. Before I could decide, I felt his fingers start to stroke circles on my belly just above the elastic tops of my briefs. I almost quit breathing at first, scared but now curious about what he was doing.

After a minute or two, he got bolder and started running his fingers along the top band of my shorts, back and forth, back and forth. Then I almost gasped as his fingers slid down to trace the outline of my still limp dick. He felt along the whole length of my flaccid cock, tracing his fingertips around my cockhead. It felt like little electric shocks running along the length of my cock and terminating in my balls.

My first thought was this felt better than when Donna would stick her hand in my pants to tease me. My only thought at this point was to maintain my status of being “asleep”. I was surprised that it felt so good so my cock decided for me that I would just lay there and enjoy it. I was “asleep” so I was not doing anything gay. It was not me. I did not do it to him.

At first, he was very lightly tracing the length of my limp cock. As I continued not to be awakened by his touch, he got bolder and started to rub my cock more aggressively. Oh no! My cock was starting to swell! I was starting to get hard. I was afraid I would react to his touch way too fast, so I worked as hard as I could, thinking about everything I could NOT to get totally erect.

I managed to stay relatively soft or maybe semi-hard for a couple of minutes. That must have been good enough for him since I could hear his breath quickening and he had moved closer to me to better reach my cock and balls. His fingers moved up my hardening cock, slipped under the waistband, and started to slide my shorts down over my hips. I had to fight the urge to lift my hips to help him as he gently rolled me side to side and slipped each side down an inch or two at a time. The rush of cool air over my hardening cock was indescribable! His teasing fingers made me want to feel my throbbing cock fully in his grasp.

It took a couple of minutes before he had my underwear down my thighs and could reach over and wrap his hand around my tingling cock. God that felt good. My six-inch cut cock was now fully erect. He seemed to really like that now. His breath was quicker and he had moved over so that his belly was rubbing my hip. I could feel him rub his erect cock against me.

His hot meat felt so warm and almost rubbery. I had never felt another guy’s cock, only mine when I masturbated, jacking my hard cock till I shot globs of cum over my belly or thighs. This felt so much different. It was more exciting, maybe because it was “forbidden”, “gay”, and NOT with a girl! I actually rolled slightly against him so I could feel the hardness and warmth of his cock against my hip. It felt so good against my naked skin. I actually think his stroking me had made my cock grow another half an inch or so.

I did not want it to stop, so I continued to play along, being asleep to see how far he would go. Was he just going to jack my cock? Was he going to jack me off, make me cum in his hand like Donna would do almost every weekend? Or, was he going to do what no one, even Donna had done, take my throbbing cock in his hot mouth and suck me off?

My head was swimming at the thought. Maybe I would get my first blowjob! Right now, I did not really care whether it was a male or female mouth down there, sucking, sucking… making me shoot my load. I was so hot and horny right then, I just wanted to explode!

I found myself wanting to feel his mouth on me. His fingers stroked up and down my shaft, alternately teasing my cockhead then his hand wrapping tightly around my shaft and jacking my foreskin up and down. He rubbed his hard cock harder against my thigh and hip, fucking his hardness against me. It was hard for me not to reach over and take his hot meat in my hand and try to please him back. I ached a bit to feel him too, in my hand, his cock throbbing.

He jacked me faster, and I started to slightly buck my hips, thrusting my tingling cock up into his fist. He sensed that I was enjoying it but I was still “asleep” so he started to slowly slide down my body. I could feel him lean over and his thrusting cock slide a few inches down my thigh to hump my leg. A sudden warm gush of air flowed over my belly as his lips hovered less than an inch above my belly. Oh yes, I felt my cock twitch. My imagination went into full fantasy mode and envisioned his mouth on me.

Reality kicked in within a few moments as I felt the tip of his tongue swirl across the sensitive tip of my cock. I could not help but let out a soft moan as he did and I could imagine a smile on his face. His tongue was fantastic, it flicked, swirled and licked all over my swollen cockhead and around its purple ridge. His hand had slid down and was cupping my warm cum laden balls, gently pulling on them, rolling them like big warm marbles.

He had brought up his other hand and was jacking his own cock, stroking quickly up and down his rigid shaft and rubbing his cockhead over my thigh. It felt good, warm, and hard. My hips were now rhythmically bucking against his exploring tongue, wanting more. I felt his wet puckered lips center just over my swollen cockhead and pause there for a second before opening slightly and engulfing just my swollen cockhead. I had to fight hard not to cum immediately.

He held his lips there, tight around the head of my cock, his tongue swirling and teasing, pressing hard against my cum hole. My cock was pulsing hard with each beat of my heart. I could feel it throbbing against his tongue. Slowly, slowly, the tight ring of my loving lips opened and closed, sliding an inch at a time down my cock all the way to the base. The heat of his mouth fully engulfing my quivering cock was almost unbearably sensual. He took my entire length, all six or so inches, as average as I was, completely in his loving mouth.

He paused for what seemed like minutes but was only a few seconds before sliding his mouth slowly back up my hard shaft while slightly sucking my tingling meat. I opened my eyes slightly to see his head moving back and forth across my belly in the faint light from the poster above his nightstand. I did not have to worry about him seeing me since his focus was on sucking my throbbing cock, so I watched intently as he sucked me. The feel of his hot mouth, gently sucking just the head of my cock was almost too much for my inexperienced libido.

I was mesmerized to see my hot meat disappear into his mouth over and over. I savored every second as his lips and hungry mouth progressed up and down my cock. I focused on the feelings of his tongue and lips as they moved, enjoying the difference in the textures and the sensations. I managed to bite my lip and stave off my imminent explosion. I felt his lips tighten around the shaft of my cock as he slowly engulfed inch by inch of my now throbbing cock. The feel of the warm wetness of his sucking mouth, like warm wet velvet, made me want to touch him, to please him, but I could not bring myself to move.

His sucking mouth, now sliding effortlessly up and down my cock shaft, from the base to the tip, was driving me insane. If this is what it feels like to be sucked off, I cannot wait until Donna swallows my cock. My brain was still thinking straight thoughts. Well, pretty much. There were flashes of time where what he was making me feel made me want to touch him, tease his cock, feel it in my hand growing hard or even filling my mouth.

But right now I was caught up in the feel of his mouth, the sensations rippling up and down my throbbing cock and making my balls quiver like Jell-O. I knew what was coming… pun intended. I could feel the gooey cum in my balls practically boiling, the tight feeling deep in my crotch… like a tightly wound spring, ready to unwind, explode, spurt, erupt…

I was bucking my hips and thrusting my spasming cock as deep in his sucking mouth as I could without bouncing us both right off the bed. I cannot believe he did not know I was awake and enjoying the hell out of his sucking. He probably did but was not about to stop. He was hungry too. He sucked me all the way down until his lips touched my pelvis, my cock sliding slightly down his throat. I did not know what “deep throat” was, but obviously, he was an experienced cocksucker.

He paused with my cock completely impaling his loving mouth and just sucked my shaft, massaged my hot meat with his lips and teased me with his tongue. I could not hold back any longer and started to pant, grunting, and bucking his mouth. I wanted that friction of his sucking mouth on my cock, needing to cum, to fill his mouth with my cock cream.

Finally, I started to shoot. My cock pulsed, straightening and lengthening a bit more. The big vein on the bottom pulsing as my hot white cock cream pulsed up my spasming shaft and erupted from my pulsing cum hole to blast into his mouth and spatter against the back of his throat.

He pulled back slightly on my cock so just my pulsing cockhead was in his tight lips as he milked me. Spurt after spurt sprayed in fat gooey strands out of my cock. Five, six, seven pulses. More than any cum I had ever experienced so far in my short sex life. I wanted to grab and hold his head as I shot my load into his mouth, but I was frozen in ecstasy as the tension in my balls released. My orgasm flowed over me like a warm flood. I let out a low moan and short guttural grunts as I came.

Finally collapsing back on the bed, a long sigh escaped my lips with my still quivering cock slowly deflating in his cum sucking mouth. He kept gently messaging my cock as it shrunk, licking, and sucking every last drop, cleaning my cock of every last bit of cum before letting it slip from his loving lips.

I thought it was all over but then I felt him shift his body so he was slightly hovering one thigh over my belly. He reached down and took my left hand, lifted it up from the bed, and wrapped it around his amazingly hard cock. It felt so strange, warm, and slightly unreal, like rubber. But I enjoyed it. I had wanted to touch him and now I was without actually doing it. Not gay, not gay, I kept telling myself. He covered my hand with his and slowly jacked his cock, using my hand to beat him off.

Again, I had to relax and not try to help; otherwise, he would know I was awake. I wish I could have felt his soft cock grow hard from me jacking him off, but this was a good first touch. Slowly at first, then faster, matching the quickening of his breath, his hand slid my clasping fingers up and down his swollen cock shaft. It only took a few minutes before he started to feverishly fuck my hand, feeling him thrust his cock into my fist, pistoning his ready to explode cock into my now-gay cock jacking hand. I loved jacking his cock… beating him off. I wanted to make him cum so bad, to feel his gushing cock-cream spatter on me.

Suddenly I felt him tense and then unexpectedly hot, wet globs of his semen hitting my belly. His cum shot from his cock, some getting on my fingers but most of it spattering across my still quivering belly, hot, wet, and sticky. After he came, he rubbed his cockhead in his cum on my belly then pulled back and leaned over. I felt his warm breath on my belly again and my cock twitched. I felt his tongue and lips glide over my belly, licking and sucking every drop of his cum from my belly.

He licked for several minutes making sure he did not leave a drop, then as a last taste took my soft cock back into his mouth. It felt so good to have my whole cock soaking for several moments in his loving… hot… cock-sucking mouth. He finally let me go, which was good since I was starting to get hard again. He slowly reached down and pulled my underwear back up over my hardening cock, over my hips and back where they started.

Both now sated, well, at least I assumed he was, but his last goodnight suck of my then soft cock had made it hard again and I was still horny. Maybe he thought leaving me with a hard-on would either make me dream about being sucked so I would think it was all a dream or by wakening with morning wood, I would want more next time. Either way, it was a win for him… and I enjoyed the experience and could not wait until my next sleepover. I realized that I did not care whether the mouth sucking my cock was Donna’s or Jamie’s.

Over the next year, I stayed over at Jamie’s many times and finally enjoyed feeling Donna’s mouth sucking and swallowing. Even with all the sex I had with Donna, she never equaled Jamie. I regret that I never returned the favor. I was a dedicated heterosexual male but had enjoyed my time as a suck toy with Jamie.