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Like most young people, my best friend lived next door. His family moved in when we were in school, and we became firm friends in an instant! Over the succeeding years, we made other new friends of course, we even 'drifted' a little at times. But 'best friends' we were, and best friends we stayed until his untimely death aged 24 in a motorcycle accident... That was some 30 years ago now, but I recall how instrumental he was in my sexual awakening.
I came from what you'd call a strict family. We didn't have much music, or TV, or fun really! But my friend's home was completely different. His mum was really relaxed and liked having me 'round whenever I wanted, but his dad was a big brute of a man and being frank, he scared me somewhat. Not because he ever actually threatened me or anything, it was just his sheer presence - when he entered a room, you took notice. He was loud, opinionated and didn't care much for anything or anyone that didn't interest him - which wasn't much as I recall. Luckily, he was rarely in evidence due to the fact that he worked in road construction which took him all over the country, often staying away for weeks on end. I for one didn't miss him, and neither did my friend - he was scared of him too I think. Certainly, there was no love lost between them.
As the years passed, there ended up being one thing that both my friend and I DID look forward to about his dad coming home - he would always bring something with him that we both wanted - a stack of new porn! His dad had the BEST collection of porn magazines that you could ever imagine! When we were younger, we knew nothing about it. But I would have been about 15 or so when my friend opened up that particular box of delights!
I was 'round at their house (as usual!) and listening to the latest Blondie album in his bedroom. He went out of the room and when he came back in he said "quick! Mum's gone out, come and have a look at this lot!" and he disappeared again. I followed him into his parent's bedroom and over to the wardrobe. The next thing, the bed is strewn with an avalanche of magazines! It took a while for the reality to sink in: these were dirty magazines! I'd seen some at school of course, the usual fair, Penthouse, Playboy, Mayfair etc. But as well as those titles, there were others that I hadn't ever seen. And there were VERY different to the 'mens mags' I'd seen at school. Titles such as "Playbirds", "Lovebirds", "Whitehouse" etc were on display. "Grab some!" said my friend as he started to pile them back up and stack them back into the wardrobe. I quickly scanned the titles and snatched a few up. We went back into his bedroom and each lay on a bed - he shared with his younger brother and there were two beds in their room. I flicked through the 4 or 5 magazines I'd taken. I was stunned! These weren't magazines filled with articles about cars with the odd 'fanny pictures', they were on a far higher level. One aspect was clearly VERY different - they included the odd pictures of cock! Scenarios of naked men and women. And boy, did that hit me like a punch in the stomach. I'm sure that my own dick will have been stiff at the sight and probably leaking precum as usual (though at that age, I'd never heard the term 'precum'). The cocks were soft, but that didn't matter - these were pictures of naked men and being a teen-ager, pictures of naked flesh were all I needed to get my juices flowing!
Now, one cool thing about my friend was that he always just ' knew' that I was different to him and most other boys we knew. We never discussed it, but I knew he knew etc etc that I wasn't, hmm, that interested in girls. And that became more apparent as our forays into the heady new world of pornography progressed. Whenever there were new magazines to be poured over, he'd say something like "these will interest you, I know the ones that you like" and as he flicked through 'tit mags' I'd be given the ones that had the fellas in them. Once, there was even one that was a porn mag for women! It was filled with women's articles and about 5 or 6 pictures of men posing in the oddest of places, but all completely naked. I can only assume that his dad had brought that home for his mother - she did, after all, own a vibrator! If I'd been in any doubt before then about our 'understanding', I certainly wasn't after that. And you know, I felt comfortable with it, and so seemingly did he. He never seemed to judge me at all. One thing though that never happened (just in case you're wondering if this is where this story is going). We never wanked together. Ever. We never saw each others hard dicks and we never touched each other.
We'd usually get together in his house on Friday nights. His dad would usually be away, and his mum worked late at a supermarket so we'd have the place to ourselves - unless his younger brother wasn't at his girlfriend's. One week, the brother was away on holiday with school. We'd left by then. I was 17 and working in a factory, whereas my friend was 'on the dole', much to his father's obvious annoyance. My friend suggested I stay over and sleep in the brother's bed. It was something I'd done occasionally over the years, so it was no big deal. And anyway, his dad was home from a long job in Scotland and had more than likely brought some new mags with him, so I was eager to raid his stash! As soon as the coast was clear, we opened some beers and swiped the magazines - his dad always put the new stuff on top of the pile, so they were easy to spot. We'd do the usual - have a good read through them and then return them before his dad was home. His dad was so predictable and always followed the same routine when he came home - dump his stuff (including the mags!), eat some food, change his shirt then straight down to the pub!
I remember vividly the stash that time. I don't know who he'd got these magazines from, but surely, they'd burn in hell! "Swedish Erotica" "New Cunts" "Color Climax". These weren't titillation dressed up in nonsense, these were full on porn for the sake of it - what I would later come to learn was 'hard core porn'. And most thrilling of all, there were erections, and cum shots! I had never seen a hard cock before other than my own, or anyone else's cum! My mate was absolutely stunned too, so much so that all he did was laugh at every turn of the page! "Look at this one! She's got his dick in her mouth whilst wanking off another two!" he spluttered out as he giggled like a girl. He was 16 for Christ's sake! I just wished he'd shut the fuck up, my head felt like it was spinning. I felt light headed and a bit sick! All I wanted to do was get my cock out and wank. But that was against our silent 'rules'. I knew that when his dad went onto another job and left the house for an extended period that I'd be able to borrow them, as I always did. Plenty of time then to have a good wank looking at these pictures. I couldn't wait!
Later on, we went to bed as per, he in his and me in his brother's across the room. My mate had complained about sharing the room for years, but it was a small house and there was no choice until "you get a fucking job and piss off to your own place!"
I was woken up by noise. I couldn't make it out at first, then I heard the big, booming voice of his dad. It wasn't muffled, he was in the room! What the fuck? "Tim, get out of the bed and get on the floor, I've brought me mates home"! Shit. He'd brought some of his pals home and they'd probably had an extended drinking session downstairs, obviously too drunk to get home. I kept my eyes closed. The light didn't go on, but I heard my friend get out of bed and say "why have I got to sleep on the floor?". "Cuz my mates are stopping over that's why now get in with your mate, or sleep downstairs, do what you want but they're having your bed!" Then I heard someone go into the cupboard and opening my eyes, I could vaguely see the outline of my friend pulling a duvet behind him as he stomped, complaining, out of the door. The light went on! I shut my eyes fast and pretended to be asleep in that unconvincing way we do in such situations. I turned over, so as not to make it obvious I was awake. I could hear the grunting and slurred speech of several male voices and I wondered just how many were staying! I didn't care, I just wanted them to shut up so I could get to sleep! The light went out and I opened my eyes again. Not that I could see much, but my hearing was acutely trying to work out what was happening. I heard heavy shoes fall to the floor (maybe boots?) and the sound of clothes being removed and also thrown to the floor. I then heard someone get into the other bed, then another! "Move over you fat bastard, I can't even get my arse in there with you!" "Ah fuck off before I fart on you" was the curt reply. Then suddenly, I felt someone lurch into the bed I was in and fumble for the covers! What?! There's three of them! And one was getting into bed with me! I froze solid. I felt this guy get into the bed right next to me. A single bed as well, not exactly a lot of room! I immediately scuttled to the far edge of the bed, squeezing myself up against the wall as much as I could. "Oh sorry mate, I didn't wanna wake you up, just hang on a minute, I'll be right soon" I heard my bedfellow say. I felt and heard him shuffle around to get comfortable and within a short time, I heard him deep breathing, the way sleepers do.
I didn't sleep! Not for ages, anyway. I was not used to sleeping with anyone, certainly strangers. And he smelled of booze and cigarettes and lord knows what else! I desperately wanted to get up and get out of this situation, I felt so uncomfortable, but I was too scared. Stupid I know; now, I wouldn't care. In the end, I drifted off and fell asleep, on and off...
It was during one of the wakeful moments that I realised that something was going on. I suppose it was the movement of the other bed occupant that kept waking me up. Anyway, awake again I was and I could see that it was just beginning to get light. If I squinted, I could just make out shapes, just not very clearly. I could make out the face of the guy next to me. It was obvious that he was one of Tim's dad's road construction mates; his face and torso were the same dark brown colour that Tim's dad was when working out in the summer. He was still asleep and I watched him breathe for a while. I could also dimly make out two other bodies the the other bed, but these two were 'top to tail' as my mother would have called it. I remember thinking "how can you sleep with someone else's sweaty feet in your face?". Just then, my bedfellow groaned and shuffled a bit. Suddenly, he pulled the duvet back and exposed his lower half, placing one foot on the floor. He turned his face away and breathed in and out deeply. And then, in the increasing light, I saw it. His huge erection. His dick was completely engorged and solid and pointing right at me! I swear my heart stopped. I literally could not breathe! Not only was this the first erect dick I'd ever seen in real life (except my own) it was so close! I could see it throbbing slightly, the head bobbing up and down off his belly. I could see the distinct tan line where his brown body suddenly returned whiter; his tanned belly in contrast to his pale legs and cock. Oh, that cock! I couldn't believe that I was looking right at another man's hard on! I HAD to get a closer look, I just had to.
Very, VERY slowly, I edged my way down the bed, little by little. I could not risk waking him or else my prize would be lost, I knew that with complete certainty. As I moved down, I very very carefully moved the duvet so as not to uncover him any further and risk him waking. I also kept a close eye on the two bodies across the room, their figures much more distinct now as the early summer sun continued to rise. My heart was pounding as I edged closer to that dick. The angle altered as I changed position in relation to it and I could see the length of the shaft and the balls attached to the base. I realised that my breath might be riskily warm on his body as I moved in closer, as close as I dared, to gaze at the hard prick. As the thought entered my head, I saw his right thigh move up sightly and I heard him utter a small sound. I instinctively looked up towards his face and my God, he was looking right at me! I froze in terror. There was no way I could explain my way out of this situation - it was obvious as all hell what I was doing! He fixed his eyes right on me and very gently placed his left hand on my head, and with that, slowly but firmly, pushed my head towards his still rock hard dick. I didn't resist, I just let it happen. I opened my mouth and he pushed my head further and suddenly, I was a cock sucker. Just like that, I was a fully fledged dick eater. I really didn't know what to do! But my lust and my sexual urges took over. I was greedily, but oh so carefully licking the head and then up and down the shaft. I took the base of his cock in my hand and then pulled the dick up and away from his belly so that I could lick and suck around the glans. I could thank a picture in the magazine "Sex-o-rama" for teaching me that technique! I occasionally tried to push the cock further into my mouth, but one time I gagged out loud and I knew I couldn't risk making any noise, so I concentrated on the shiny, swollen dick end whilst gripping the shaft. I sucked on the top half of his prick and then used my hand to play with his balls in the sack; again, I'd seen that in one of the hard-core sex mags, so I knew it had to be right! I wanted to put his ball bag into my mouth, but I didn't dare move any further down. I looked at his face and he was staring across the room, keeping a lookout as it were to make sure we weren't caught. After a while, he placed his hand over my hand that was gripping his dick shaft and moved it back and forth. Of course, I realised that he wanted me to wank it like I wanked my own dick. I did so, starting slowly and then building pace. I made sure that my whole arm was free of the duvet to ensure that there was no sound as I pumped away at his cock. I looked up at him and he was staring again right at me. The look on his face was something I've never forgotten - it was pure ... sex. Sexual pleasure. This guy was getting his rocks off and he didn't give a fuck how, he just needed to cum. And then he did. I saw the scrotum retract and his ball sack get smaller and his bollocks moved towards his body. Then I felt his prick momentarily harden and then his body slightly shuddered as his cum shot out onto his belly. I wanked even harder at each spurt, completely mesmerized by what I was doing and what I was seeing - man spunk, and lots of it! After the last shot of cum, I could feel his dick get sightly softer in my hand. I didn't let go, I couldn't let go! I wanted this to carry on and on but I knew from my own wanking exploits that as soon as you've cum, the dick isn't hard for long, and so it was with him. But I kept wanking him as his cock softened, but slowly and gently as I knew that it would feel nice, coz that's what I did to myself. I let go of his dick and his hand started to sweep up the spunk. No way! I stopped him with my hand and used my tongue to lap it up. It was amazing! The taste of it, but also the feel of his flesh on my tongue and lips. I licked it all up and lay down. Just as I did, we swung himself out of bed and as he stood, I could see his limp dick was still slightly engorged post orgasm. He went for a piss and I pulled the duvet over me. I turned towards the wall and presently he returned and got back into bed. No cuddles. No nibbling of the neck. No semi hard cock pressed against my arse. Just the eventual sound of sleeping breath...
I didn't go back to sleep, of course not! How could I after that? My first sexual contact ever and it was with a grown man and not a woman! Mind you, at 17 years of age, it was about time! Before long, they all three got up and left the room. I didn't turn round, I just stared at the wall.
Oh course, I said nothing to anyone, least of all my friend. And of course, I hoped to see another situation where I would get to suck and wank this guy again. It was never going to happen and it didn't. It was just a suck and a wank to him, nothing more. He was probably just a horny guy that took any and every opportunity to get his dick drained, and it didn't matter who did it - I know that now, I've met many men like him. But for the longest time, I hoped it would happen again. I wanked over the memory often, even after I'd had more gay sex. Well, it was horny and you never forget your first time, do you?
I came from what you'd call a strict family. We didn't have much music, or TV, or fun really! But my friend's home was completely different. His mum was really relaxed and liked having me 'round whenever I wanted, but his dad was a big brute of a man and being frank, he scared me somewhat. Not because he ever actually threatened me or anything, it was just his sheer presence - when he entered a room, you took notice. He was loud, opinionated and didn't care much for anything or anyone that didn't interest him - which wasn't much as I recall. Luckily, he was rarely in evidence due to the fact that he worked in road construction which took him all over the country, often staying away for weeks on end. I for one didn't miss him, and neither did my friend - he was scared of him too I think. Certainly, there was no love lost between them.
As the years passed, there ended up being one thing that both my friend and I DID look forward to about his dad coming home - he would always bring something with him that we both wanted - a stack of new porn! His dad had the BEST collection of porn magazines that you could ever imagine! When we were younger, we knew nothing about it. But I would have been about 15 or so when my friend opened up that particular box of delights!
I was 'round at their house (as usual!) and listening to the latest Blondie album in his bedroom. He went out of the room and when he came back in he said "quick! Mum's gone out, come and have a look at this lot!" and he disappeared again. I followed him into his parent's bedroom and over to the wardrobe. The next thing, the bed is strewn with an avalanche of magazines! It took a while for the reality to sink in: these were dirty magazines! I'd seen some at school of course, the usual fair, Penthouse, Playboy, Mayfair etc. But as well as those titles, there were others that I hadn't ever seen. And there were VERY different to the 'mens mags' I'd seen at school. Titles such as "Playbirds", "Lovebirds", "Whitehouse" etc were on display. "Grab some!" said my friend as he started to pile them back up and stack them back into the wardrobe. I quickly scanned the titles and snatched a few up. We went back into his bedroom and each lay on a bed - he shared with his younger brother and there were two beds in their room. I flicked through the 4 or 5 magazines I'd taken. I was stunned! These weren't magazines filled with articles about cars with the odd 'fanny pictures', they were on a far higher level. One aspect was clearly VERY different - they included the odd pictures of cock! Scenarios of naked men and women. And boy, did that hit me like a punch in the stomach. I'm sure that my own dick will have been stiff at the sight and probably leaking precum as usual (though at that age, I'd never heard the term 'precum'). The cocks were soft, but that didn't matter - these were pictures of naked men and being a teen-ager, pictures of naked flesh were all I needed to get my juices flowing!
Now, one cool thing about my friend was that he always just ' knew' that I was different to him and most other boys we knew. We never discussed it, but I knew he knew etc etc that I wasn't, hmm, that interested in girls. And that became more apparent as our forays into the heady new world of pornography progressed. Whenever there were new magazines to be poured over, he'd say something like "these will interest you, I know the ones that you like" and as he flicked through 'tit mags' I'd be given the ones that had the fellas in them. Once, there was even one that was a porn mag for women! It was filled with women's articles and about 5 or 6 pictures of men posing in the oddest of places, but all completely naked. I can only assume that his dad had brought that home for his mother - she did, after all, own a vibrator! If I'd been in any doubt before then about our 'understanding', I certainly wasn't after that. And you know, I felt comfortable with it, and so seemingly did he. He never seemed to judge me at all. One thing though that never happened (just in case you're wondering if this is where this story is going). We never wanked together. Ever. We never saw each others hard dicks and we never touched each other.
We'd usually get together in his house on Friday nights. His dad would usually be away, and his mum worked late at a supermarket so we'd have the place to ourselves - unless his younger brother wasn't at his girlfriend's. One week, the brother was away on holiday with school. We'd left by then. I was 17 and working in a factory, whereas my friend was 'on the dole', much to his father's obvious annoyance. My friend suggested I stay over and sleep in the brother's bed. It was something I'd done occasionally over the years, so it was no big deal. And anyway, his dad was home from a long job in Scotland and had more than likely brought some new mags with him, so I was eager to raid his stash! As soon as the coast was clear, we opened some beers and swiped the magazines - his dad always put the new stuff on top of the pile, so they were easy to spot. We'd do the usual - have a good read through them and then return them before his dad was home. His dad was so predictable and always followed the same routine when he came home - dump his stuff (including the mags!), eat some food, change his shirt then straight down to the pub!
I remember vividly the stash that time. I don't know who he'd got these magazines from, but surely, they'd burn in hell! "Swedish Erotica" "New Cunts" "Color Climax". These weren't titillation dressed up in nonsense, these were full on porn for the sake of it - what I would later come to learn was 'hard core porn'. And most thrilling of all, there were erections, and cum shots! I had never seen a hard cock before other than my own, or anyone else's cum! My mate was absolutely stunned too, so much so that all he did was laugh at every turn of the page! "Look at this one! She's got his dick in her mouth whilst wanking off another two!" he spluttered out as he giggled like a girl. He was 16 for Christ's sake! I just wished he'd shut the fuck up, my head felt like it was spinning. I felt light headed and a bit sick! All I wanted to do was get my cock out and wank. But that was against our silent 'rules'. I knew that when his dad went onto another job and left the house for an extended period that I'd be able to borrow them, as I always did. Plenty of time then to have a good wank looking at these pictures. I couldn't wait!
Later on, we went to bed as per, he in his and me in his brother's across the room. My mate had complained about sharing the room for years, but it was a small house and there was no choice until "you get a fucking job and piss off to your own place!"
I was woken up by noise. I couldn't make it out at first, then I heard the big, booming voice of his dad. It wasn't muffled, he was in the room! What the fuck? "Tim, get out of the bed and get on the floor, I've brought me mates home"! Shit. He'd brought some of his pals home and they'd probably had an extended drinking session downstairs, obviously too drunk to get home. I kept my eyes closed. The light didn't go on, but I heard my friend get out of bed and say "why have I got to sleep on the floor?". "Cuz my mates are stopping over that's why now get in with your mate, or sleep downstairs, do what you want but they're having your bed!" Then I heard someone go into the cupboard and opening my eyes, I could vaguely see the outline of my friend pulling a duvet behind him as he stomped, complaining, out of the door. The light went on! I shut my eyes fast and pretended to be asleep in that unconvincing way we do in such situations. I turned over, so as not to make it obvious I was awake. I could hear the grunting and slurred speech of several male voices and I wondered just how many were staying! I didn't care, I just wanted them to shut up so I could get to sleep! The light went out and I opened my eyes again. Not that I could see much, but my hearing was acutely trying to work out what was happening. I heard heavy shoes fall to the floor (maybe boots?) and the sound of clothes being removed and also thrown to the floor. I then heard someone get into the other bed, then another! "Move over you fat bastard, I can't even get my arse in there with you!" "Ah fuck off before I fart on you" was the curt reply. Then suddenly, I felt someone lurch into the bed I was in and fumble for the covers! What?! There's three of them! And one was getting into bed with me! I froze solid. I felt this guy get into the bed right next to me. A single bed as well, not exactly a lot of room! I immediately scuttled to the far edge of the bed, squeezing myself up against the wall as much as I could. "Oh sorry mate, I didn't wanna wake you up, just hang on a minute, I'll be right soon" I heard my bedfellow say. I felt and heard him shuffle around to get comfortable and within a short time, I heard him deep breathing, the way sleepers do.
I didn't sleep! Not for ages, anyway. I was not used to sleeping with anyone, certainly strangers. And he smelled of booze and cigarettes and lord knows what else! I desperately wanted to get up and get out of this situation, I felt so uncomfortable, but I was too scared. Stupid I know; now, I wouldn't care. In the end, I drifted off and fell asleep, on and off...
It was during one of the wakeful moments that I realised that something was going on. I suppose it was the movement of the other bed occupant that kept waking me up. Anyway, awake again I was and I could see that it was just beginning to get light. If I squinted, I could just make out shapes, just not very clearly. I could make out the face of the guy next to me. It was obvious that he was one of Tim's dad's road construction mates; his face and torso were the same dark brown colour that Tim's dad was when working out in the summer. He was still asleep and I watched him breathe for a while. I could also dimly make out two other bodies the the other bed, but these two were 'top to tail' as my mother would have called it. I remember thinking "how can you sleep with someone else's sweaty feet in your face?". Just then, my bedfellow groaned and shuffled a bit. Suddenly, he pulled the duvet back and exposed his lower half, placing one foot on the floor. He turned his face away and breathed in and out deeply. And then, in the increasing light, I saw it. His huge erection. His dick was completely engorged and solid and pointing right at me! I swear my heart stopped. I literally could not breathe! Not only was this the first erect dick I'd ever seen in real life (except my own) it was so close! I could see it throbbing slightly, the head bobbing up and down off his belly. I could see the distinct tan line where his brown body suddenly returned whiter; his tanned belly in contrast to his pale legs and cock. Oh, that cock! I couldn't believe that I was looking right at another man's hard on! I HAD to get a closer look, I just had to.
Very, VERY slowly, I edged my way down the bed, little by little. I could not risk waking him or else my prize would be lost, I knew that with complete certainty. As I moved down, I very very carefully moved the duvet so as not to uncover him any further and risk him waking. I also kept a close eye on the two bodies across the room, their figures much more distinct now as the early summer sun continued to rise. My heart was pounding as I edged closer to that dick. The angle altered as I changed position in relation to it and I could see the length of the shaft and the balls attached to the base. I realised that my breath might be riskily warm on his body as I moved in closer, as close as I dared, to gaze at the hard prick. As the thought entered my head, I saw his right thigh move up sightly and I heard him utter a small sound. I instinctively looked up towards his face and my God, he was looking right at me! I froze in terror. There was no way I could explain my way out of this situation - it was obvious as all hell what I was doing! He fixed his eyes right on me and very gently placed his left hand on my head, and with that, slowly but firmly, pushed my head towards his still rock hard dick. I didn't resist, I just let it happen. I opened my mouth and he pushed my head further and suddenly, I was a cock sucker. Just like that, I was a fully fledged dick eater. I really didn't know what to do! But my lust and my sexual urges took over. I was greedily, but oh so carefully licking the head and then up and down the shaft. I took the base of his cock in my hand and then pulled the dick up and away from his belly so that I could lick and suck around the glans. I could thank a picture in the magazine "Sex-o-rama" for teaching me that technique! I occasionally tried to push the cock further into my mouth, but one time I gagged out loud and I knew I couldn't risk making any noise, so I concentrated on the shiny, swollen dick end whilst gripping the shaft. I sucked on the top half of his prick and then used my hand to play with his balls in the sack; again, I'd seen that in one of the hard-core sex mags, so I knew it had to be right! I wanted to put his ball bag into my mouth, but I didn't dare move any further down. I looked at his face and he was staring across the room, keeping a lookout as it were to make sure we weren't caught. After a while, he placed his hand over my hand that was gripping his dick shaft and moved it back and forth. Of course, I realised that he wanted me to wank it like I wanked my own dick. I did so, starting slowly and then building pace. I made sure that my whole arm was free of the duvet to ensure that there was no sound as I pumped away at his cock. I looked up at him and he was staring again right at me. The look on his face was something I've never forgotten - it was pure ... sex. Sexual pleasure. This guy was getting his rocks off and he didn't give a fuck how, he just needed to cum. And then he did. I saw the scrotum retract and his ball sack get smaller and his bollocks moved towards his body. Then I felt his prick momentarily harden and then his body slightly shuddered as his cum shot out onto his belly. I wanked even harder at each spurt, completely mesmerized by what I was doing and what I was seeing - man spunk, and lots of it! After the last shot of cum, I could feel his dick get sightly softer in my hand. I didn't let go, I couldn't let go! I wanted this to carry on and on but I knew from my own wanking exploits that as soon as you've cum, the dick isn't hard for long, and so it was with him. But I kept wanking him as his cock softened, but slowly and gently as I knew that it would feel nice, coz that's what I did to myself. I let go of his dick and his hand started to sweep up the spunk. No way! I stopped him with my hand and used my tongue to lap it up. It was amazing! The taste of it, but also the feel of his flesh on my tongue and lips. I licked it all up and lay down. Just as I did, we swung himself out of bed and as he stood, I could see his limp dick was still slightly engorged post orgasm. He went for a piss and I pulled the duvet over me. I turned towards the wall and presently he returned and got back into bed. No cuddles. No nibbling of the neck. No semi hard cock pressed against my arse. Just the eventual sound of sleeping breath...
I didn't go back to sleep, of course not! How could I after that? My first sexual contact ever and it was with a grown man and not a woman! Mind you, at 17 years of age, it was about time! Before long, they all three got up and left the room. I didn't turn round, I just stared at the wall.
Oh course, I said nothing to anyone, least of all my friend. And of course, I hoped to see another situation where I would get to suck and wank this guy again. It was never going to happen and it didn't. It was just a suck and a wank to him, nothing more. He was probably just a horny guy that took any and every opportunity to get his dick drained, and it didn't matter who did it - I know that now, I've met many men like him. But for the longest time, I hoped it would happen again. I wanked over the memory often, even after I'd had more gay sex. Well, it was horny and you never forget your first time, do you?
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