For me this story began two months before my 16th birthday. It was August 1970, a week before the start of my junior year in high school. A group of what was then called the in-crowd had gotten together at a deserted stretch of beach in Westport, Massachusetts for a last summer blowout. We'd been partying all day eating, swimming, soaking up the sun, dancing on the beach, smoking a lot of weed and drinking.
I hadn't done too much drinking, maybe a bottle of beer every 2 hours or so (I really didn't like the taste of booze and still don't, but you know peer pressure). I had, however, done quite a bit of smoking and remained totally buzzed throughout the day. Around 6:00 the guys in the group set off up and down the beach to gather as much driftwood and anything else that would burn so that we could have a bond fire. It took us over a hour, but we managed to build a stack that was about 5 feet high by 6 or 7 feet in diameter.
We lit the pile and soon everyone was gathered around the conflagration roasting hot dogs and marshmallows. Of course, in addition to eating, most of us continued to smoke, drink or both. By 9:00 we'd paired off in the shadows with each guy determined to fuck, get sucked or at the very least score a hand-job. At the time I was "dating" a girl a year younger than myself and while we'd done some heavy petting I'd never made it past groping her tits. Tonight I was certain I'd at long last loose my virginity.
Donna had other ideas. While she was more than willing to French kiss and writhe around with me on the blanket she was steadfastly unwavering in keeping her maiden head intact and totally resistant to skin on skin contact with my rock hard 6-inch cock. She was willing to let me press it against her legs and even dry fuck her mound so long as both our genital areas were covered by our bathing suits. When I pulled the front of my suit down, hooked it under my balls and displayed my already dripping thick meat for her, she totally freaked. I mean totally.
So did I. I called her a prick-teasing whore as she wandered off into the darkness leaving me with an advance case of blue balls. I was almost tempted to take matters into hand, but my macho side just couldn't beat off where the others might see. I thought about wandering down the beach myself in search of a place to take care of business, but decided that everyone would know exactly what I'd done. Instead I announce loudly that I was out of there and that Donna was out of my life. I grabbed my backpack, threw on my sweatshirt, put on my flip-flops and with my still stiff dick pointing the way headed for the highway to hitchhike home.
By the time I reach the road my cock had deflated, but my balls still ached and I was still hornier than I'd ever remembered being. I looked up and down the highway and didn't see a car in either direction. I began to think that maybe this hadn't been such a good idea, but I figured that I was only about 5 miles from home and that the worse that could happen was that I'd walk the whole way. I reached into my backpack and found the small tin box that still held three good-sized joints. I removed one, put it to my lips and lit it. If I had to walk at least I'd be good and high.
I smoked about half of it and it mellowed me out enough so that I wasn't feeling nearly has bad as I had been. Since grass always makes me horny it didn't help in that area, but no problem, I decided that as soon as I got home I'd take a long, hot shower and jack off, followed by another long hot stroke session in bed. Cumming twice in an hour was no obstacle to this plan at 15. Just about the time I formulated this thought I heard the sound of a car approaching. I knocked the head off the joint and put it into the pocket of my backpack and turn toward the vehicle with my thumb out.
It turned out to be a Jeep; it was almost on me before the beam from the headlights revealed me standing on the edge of the road. The driver pulled over about 50 feet further down the road and I ran up to it. A college-aged guy was sitting behind the wheel.
"Where you headed?" He asked with a smile.
"Into the village, I'd really appreciate a lift."
"Well I can drop you off there if you don't mind a slight detour. I'm running out to my folks' summer cottage on an errand, so if you can spare another half hour you're welcome to a ride."
God only knew if another car would be by in that time and walking would take much longer than that, so I didn't have to think twice.
"I got nothing but time, the night's been a total wipe-out."
"Sounds like a story, get in and you can tell me your troubles."
I climbed into the passenger's seat and we were off. We exchanged brief introductions and I learned that his name was Peter Gary and that he was about to start his junior year at Boston University, making him about 4 years older than me. He was an average looking guy, but he seemed nice enough and sympathetic, which was what I needed at the moment, feeling sorry for myself as I was.
I launched into my story and just about the time I gotten to the point where Donna leaves me high, hard and dry we pulled into the drive of a small cottage.
Pete made no comment as I'd told my tale other than to nodded understandingly. As he got out of the car he said, "Believe it or not nobody has used the cottage this summer, but my B U roommate is arriving in a couple of days and we're going to spend our last week of freedom beaching it before heading up to Bean Town. I just have to remove the dust clothes from the furniture, start the refrigerator and air out the place so that it's ready. You can sit in the Jeep if you want, but you're welcome to come in if you want."
I decided that it would be much more pleasant to be with him and talk than to sit in the dark so I got out of the Jeep and followed him around to the side entrance. Once inside he got right to work removing and folding the large white sheets that were covering all the furniture. I pitched in and helped and before long all the sheets were removed, folded and stored in a closet. Then Pete turned on the water and gas, lit the stove's pilot light and set the refrigerator's controls to their proper settings.
I figured we were finished and would be heading out when Pete asked, "You smoke don't you?"
"Nope, I'm on the track team and cigarettes don't go with that, but if you want to have a cigarette before we leave that's cool with me."
"Who said anything about cigarettes?" He said, arching one eyebrow and grinning at me knowingly. "I'm talking about the kind of smoking that glazes your eyes, just like yours are now."
I started to laugh. "Yeah I smoke. Who doesn't? Matter of fact I have some in my pack, I'll go get it if you want to smoke some."
"Save you shit for yourself. I have some primo Jamaican and I'm more than willing to share it with you."
"Cool." Was all I said.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a baggy that was filled with at least a Z of some killer looking dope along with a folder of EZ Widers. He sat down on the couch and I sat next to him as he cleaned some grass and rolled two fat bones. We talked as he did so.
"So your girl left you with a case of blue balls. What a bitch, man."
"Yeah, but she ain't my girl any more. If she won't put out what's the sense. If I end up jerking off anyway I might as well safe the money I spend on date."
"Fuckin' A." He agreed. "So you're a virgin I take it."
Before I had a chance to lie and say that I'd had plenty of sex he continued. "I was a virgin until my half way through my freshman year in college. Don't let the other guys fool you, most guys talk bullshit, but very few score until they're around 18 or 19 and that's the truth. If you loose your cherry before then, consider yourself very lucky."
He lit one of the joints, took a toke and handed it to me. I did likewise and we continued passing it back and forth while we continued our conversation.
"To tell the truth," I explained, "I really didn't expect to get to fuck her, but I thought maybe she'd suck on it or at least give me a hand-job. Is that too much to expect, I mean the bitch can't get pregnant doing that."
'You're right of course, but most girls that age don't really know what they're doing with a guy sex-wise and while they might be willing to do what you want they're afraid you might not settle for just that. Have you ever told her what you were willing to settle for?"
"No, not really. I really would like to fuck her, so I figured if I said I'd settle for a hand-job I'd only get that."
"Not so smart, 'cause all you have now is blue balls." He said with a laugh. "So are you still horny?"
"Shit yes, I don't think I've ever been hornier." I answered truthfully.
"Well I know where you can get a first class blow job, if you're interested."
"Am I? I'd just about give anything for some good head. Do you know where I can get some, tonight?"
"Matter of fact I do."
"Where?" I ask excitedly. I thought this guy had some slut at his disposal and they maybe he'd be willing to turn me on to her. Hell at that point I was more than willing to take sloppy seconds if he wanted to use her services too. I didn't even see it coming.
"Right here." He said with a sly grin.
"Here? From who." It was beginning to dawn on me just who the who was, but I guess I was hoping that the slut was at one of the neighboring cottages.
"From me, you're smart enough to know the score."
I don't know if I was more shocked or scared. This guy didn't look in any way what I thought a cock sucker would look like, not that I'd ever given it much thought. He was just you're average Joe and now he was offering me a blowjob. I became instantly defensive.
"I ain't no faggot."
"I never said you were." He seemed to become calmer as I became more agitated. "I'm offering you a blow job, no strings attached, you don't have to do anything to me. Just sit back and enjoy it, nothing more. If you say yes, cool, if you say no, cool too. I'll just take you into the village and drop you off." His comments made me a little less apprehensive; at least I felt he wasn't going to force me to do anything I didn't want to do.
He continued. "You're horny, I like giving cute young guys head, you get the blowjob you've been wanting, we both get something out of it."
"But wouldn't that make me queer?" I never even considered how rude that comment was, but he didn't seem to notice or if he did he didn't seem to mind.
"Not unless you already are. Look a mouth is a mouth, not much difference between a male mouth and a female mouth. My guess is that you're planning on jerking off as soon as you get home. You'll probably be thinking about your girlfriend sucking you off while you're doing it. Getting a blowjob from me is even better. You can still close your eyes and pretend it's your girlfriend doing it, but instead of jerking yourself off you'll be getting the real thing."
He made it sound very logical and I began to get tempted, but I still wasn't totally sold on the idea.
"OK, say you're right. That's great for me, but what do you get out of it, I mean there's no way in hell I'm going to suck you or even jerk you off, if that's what you're thinking." Again I was being defensive, again he was nothing but understanding.
"I know that. Matter of fact I'd be disappointed if you wanted to do either. I like sucking off straight guy; I get off on it. Let me ask you a question. If you had the chance would you eat a girl out?"
"For sure." I said without giving it any thought at all.
"Even if you knew she wouldn't return the favor in any way?"
"Shit yeah, just for the chance of eating some pussy, I'd do it gladly. I can always take care of myself." I said, holding up my right hand in demonstration.
"Well that's the way I feel about sucking your cock. I'll suck you off and then beat myself off, but no way do you have to do anything but sit back, relax and enjoy. I give great head, better than any high school girl, that's for shit sure.
"So are you interested, or do you just want me to drop you off in the village so that you can go home and beat off by yourself?"
Again everything he'd said seemed to make logical sense. I was stoned, I was horny and when I followed his gaze to my crotch I realized that I was totally hard. He knew he had me before I did. He reached over and started to gently rub my stiff dick through the thin fabric of my bathing suit. It felt so damn good, sending chills from my groin to my scalp, that even if my mind had said no the rest of my body would have overruled it. I just sat there and let him do whatever he wanted.
I watched as he slid down off the couch onto the floor and then he moved between my legs. First he pulled my sweatshirt off and tossed it on the couch. Then he grabbed the top of my swimsuit on either side and slid it over my cock and balls. My hard dick slapped up against my stomach with a smacking sound. I kicked off my flip-flops as he slid the suit down my legs, removing it first from my left foot and then from my right. I sat there totally naked. I watched as he took my cock in his right hand and caressed it gently while cupping my balls with his left. The sensations I was feeling were unlike no others I ever experienced, I was on my way to sexual paradise. The idea that a guy was making me feel this way didn't even occur to me. Pre-cum was beginning to flow out of my piss-slit and its slickness only added to the pleasure.
"OK, scoot down a little and spread your legs wide."
I followed his instructions and then he leaned in and began running his tongue all over my balls. I about near died from the thrill. I tossed my head back against the couch cushion and closed my eyes and tried to pretend that it was Donna. It didn't work. It didn't matter. I could concentrate on nothing but the sensations that were emanating from my groin. It was pure pleasure and at that moment it didn't matter who was providing it. As if from a long distance away I heard the sound of a zipper being lowered and I knew he pulling out his own cock. In a strange way I was getting off by the fact that I was turning someone else on, that my body and cock were objects of sexual desire for another person.
He spent a good five minutes running his wet tongue over my balls, sucking first one and then the other into his hot mouth. Just when I thought it couldn't get much better he took hold of both of my legs and raised them up and lifted my ass off the couch. His tongue darted below my balls and laved that soft sensitive area sending new shocks of thrills throughout my body. His lapping moved lower and lower while at the same time he pushed my legs as far apart as they would go. Suddenly his tongue was dancing over my tender hole and I began to moan out loud. I'd never even considered such a thing, but he took me to a whole other level of sexual bliss. His tongue slid its way into my hole and he reamed it until I was helplessly whimpering. He began to literally fuck my hole with his tongue and I loved every moment. Just when I thought I could stand no more he let my legs go and he ran his tongue back up, over my balls, up my pulsing shaft and then swallowed my cock down to my pubic hairs.
All the rest had been prelude. At that moment I understood what a blowjob was, what all the fuss was about. Never in my life had I felt anything like it. I can't adequately put into words what it felt like, but I now know that I lucked out in receiving my first head from a true cock master. Peter Gary was a world-class cocksucker and he was using all his magic on me. I was certain that I was about to explode in his mouth, but just as I was sure I couldn't last another instant he backed off and using his right thumb and index finger, he put pressure on the head of my dick and my impending orgasm almost instantly subsided. Once he realized that his technique had had the desired effect he took me whole into his mouth and working his tongue and lips again took me to the brink and again brought me back down. He did this four or five more times until I was ready to scream for release. He was way ahead of me. He instinctively knew how far to take it and just as I was expecting him to stop one more time he instead redoubled his efforts.
I screamed out in warning, thinking that he wouldn't want to take my load in his mouth. "I'm cumming man, you better take it out." Instead he swallowed it to the hilt and held me in his mouth as I unleashed the strongest and longest orgasm of my young life. My cock must have pulsed out 6 or 7 strong shots followed by a dozen or so less intense. He didn't loose a drop, gulping my nectar down as fast as I could expel it. Then very gently he nursed on it, taking great care, until I was totally empty and deflated.
I opened my eyes and he was looking up at me. He released me and leaned back beating his cock furiously. In a matter of moments he sprayed a huge load of his own all over his white tee shirt.
I'd never seen another guy lose his load before and with just having cum myself a guilty feeling suddenly hit me. It didn't seem so innocent any longer. I got the feeling that I'd done something very wrong, if not down right sick. I couldn't wait to put my clothes back on and get out of there. I thought about running out of the house and walking back to the village, but that didn't make any sense even in my state. I mean it was over, nothing more was going to happen so I might as well get back as soon as I could.
I think he understood immediately what I was going through. He didn't get nasty or anything.
"Relax. I think I know what you're feeling right now, and it's natural, especially the first time a straight guy gets sucked off by a gay guy. You'll get over it. The next time you're horny it won't seem nearly as terrible as it does right now and you might even want to do it again. My guess is you will if the occasion presents itself."
I heard what he was saying, but I didn't believe him. We left the cottage and drove to the village where he dropped me off two blocks from my house. I thanked him for the ride, but didn't mention the blowjob. All I wanted to do was get out of the Jeep and home as fast as I could.
As I was walking away he stopped me. "Hold on for a minute. I know right now you don't think so, but you might want another experience like you just had. I'll be at the cottage for the next week. If you're in the mood drop by, either I or my roommate, or both of us will be happy to take care of you anytime."
All I said was, "Thanks." I literally ran the whole way home.
Of course he was right, I was in the mood again, and very soon. What I didn't have was the balls to make the trip back to the cottage. As a matter of fact the whole experience, which I relived countless times while jacking off, had a profound effect on my life. As it turned out, however, another 14 years were to go by before my cock again found its way into another guy's mouth.
TO BE CONTINUED. . .