I got my first blowjob when I was seventeen and in the eleventh grade. My family had moved to a different section of the city and I had had to change schools. I'd come in as the new boy and Ed had befriended me. He was a minor jock who liked doing rugged outdoor things, which interested me. I had always wanted to go camping and hiking, but my old buddies had all been basketball nuts.
After a couple of months of hanging around together the weather turned nice and Ed suggested a weekend camping trip. I jumped on the idea and Saturday morning we headed off on our bikes to a state park.
I didn’t have any kind of camping equipment, so was dependent on Ed to supply what was needed. He had a tent, which was a little bigger than one of those one-person things you zip yourself into, but not by much.
After an exhilarating but exhausting day we squeezed into the tent about nine that night, stuffed full of canned beans and fried Spam. We lay there, in our underwear, side by side talking about who knows what bullshit. I finally dropped off to sleep, still lying on my back.
I don’t know how much later it was when I woke up to find Ed had turned facing me, one leg and one arm on top of me, and I became aware of his stiff dick against my leg. I tried shifting away so our bodies weren’t touching and reached down to move his leg. He stirred, and slid his hand down so it was resting right on my dick. I delicately took hold of his hand to move it, but instead he squeezed my dick. I froze.
That is, everything froze except for my dick, which had a mind of its own. The damn thing started getting hard, and wouldn’t stop. Ed squeezed it again and rubbed his hand up and down its length.
I didn’t know what to say, so didn’t say anything. Maybe I didn’t want to. He slipped his hand in the opening of my shorts and wrapped his fingers around my now completely hard meat. I put my thumbs in the elastic waistband and pushed them down and Ed scooted down and started sucking me.
I lay there without moving a muscle for about five minutes, and then nature took over and I started moving my hips up and down. He started bobbing his head up and down to match my movements and we picked up speed until I was bucking my hips and holding on to his head like I might fall through the tent floor.
When I came it was like no time I had ever come before. Fireworks went off inside my head. When he had swallowed all my cum he moved back up, kissed my shoulder, turned his back to me and left me there with my head spinning. As the sun came up the next morning and sent rays piercing through the tent flap, I woke up with my dick hard again.
I turned, pushed it against Ed’s leg and whispered, “Ed, I’m hard again.”
He reached back and felt my dick and whispered, “Take it out.”
I was out of my shorts in a flash and he again scooted down and took my erection in his mouth. This time I was lying on my side, and effectively fucked his mouth. When I had shot my wad, I held him there for a couple of minutes until my dick went completely soft in his mouth.
We climbed out of the tent, washed up the best we could, fried more spam, which didn’t taste nearly as good as it had the night before. We packed up and put on our backpacks and did some exploring. We decided we were getting hungry and wanted some real food, like hamburgers.
We started back, but both stopped, looked at each other and dropped our bicycles. I unzipped my cargo shorts and Ed sat down on a big rock and sucked me off again.
Now after that big beginning the funny thing was it didn’t go anywhere. It was kind of the end of our brief friendship. We had mutual friends, and so were around each other, but we didn’t hang out much together. I was dating a variety of girls during that time, not finding one I wanted to go steady with.
Ed and I did have a go at it a couple times more before the school year was over, and both times I sought him out and simply asked him if he wanted to give me a blowjob. I realized then, when I was horny I just wanted to get my rocks off and I didn’t much care how, as long it wasn’t with my own fist.
During the last few months of my senior year I had two more blowjobs from two different guys, one an obvious gay guy who was a sophomore and one an older guy who sat down next to me in an almost empty movie theater. That one was forgettable.
Then I was off to the university.
I won’t go into all my escapades at this point. I had just wanted to give you a background as to my sexual education. I’ll only say that I had occasional male on male contacts mixed in with my heterosexual life.
And then toward the end of my junior year I met Ron.
We sat next to each other in a philosophy class, and the second or third day we walked out together and were deep in a conversation about what we had been studying. One of us suggested we go to the student union café for coffee and to continue our discussion. We started bonding that day.
I really liked him and we started meeting at other times, and I began getting the feeling he was probably gay but closeted. I learned he was catholic and pretty religious, which piqued my interest. I guess it was perverse on my part, but curiosity got the best of me.
Once when we were in the men’s room taking a leak I finished first and while shaking my dick and before tucking it back into my pants I turned away from the urinal so he could get a quick but good look at it. And I knew at once he had looked, and not just in a “what are you doing” way.
A few days later when we were in an outdoor café having coffee and talking I put my mind to thinking dirty thoughts about him and got my dick hard. I was sitting back from the table facing him so he could see the definite tenting in my pants. When I knew he had seen it, and had looked several times, I reached down and made a show of adjusting myself, while talking about something innocuous.
After a couple more minutes I shifted in my seat and said, “Does your dick ever get hard and won’t go down?”
He blinked and said, “I don’t think so. Maybe you need to do something about it.”
I grinned, “What do you suggest? And where could we do it?”
He just stared in my eyes, but I could see all kinds of thoughts turning over in his mind, and whole new realizations happening.
I reached out and took his hand and squeezed it. “Do you want to come up to my room?”
He was confused, but I stood up and pulled him to his feet. We turned, I put my arm around his shoulder and as we walked off I ran my hand down his back and squeezed one of his butt cheeks.
When we walked in my room I relocked the door, pulled him to me and kissed him. I’d never kissed any of the guys who had sucked my dick, but I really liked this guy. I took his hand and put it on my still hard dick. When I took my hand away he didn’t move his hand. I started undressing him and he almost ripped my clothes off. We got naked and I pushed him back on the bed and crawled on top of him.
I had never gone this far with any guy before. This time I was as hot as I had ever been with any woman. We ground our dicks together and then I moved up until my dick was on his face. He greedily took it in his mouth and I gently fucked his face. After minutes of this I rolled off him onto my side and he followed, not letting my dick go. I continued fucking his mouth until I came, and then pulled him up and kissed him again. We kissed for at least five minutes before breaking.
We made love two more times before the semester ended and we went home for the summer. When the school year started we got rooms together and became lovers, but I made it clear to him I was bisexual and would also have girlfriends. However, as I’ve said, I really liked Ron.