Blueyedbeau

I remember my first gay expierence like it was yesterday. I don't know why it has been on my mind so much lately, it just has.

It happened when I was 16. A neighbor-friend, who I'd known since I was 12 or so, had come over to hang out and play video games one day. We started talking about sex and our cocks. Pretty soon we whipped our cocks out and started stroking. I remember his method being a little unorthodox because he would lay down on his back and begin to vigorously rub his cock, not jerk, but literally rub his cock really fast. I laid down next to him and eventually gained enough courage to reach over and assist him by giving him a hand job. After a few minutes, I laid my head on his stomach with my head facing his cock. I got just close enough to his cock to tease it with my tongue as I jerked him. I could feel his hands on the the back of my head as he would steadily press my head further down. Pretty soon I found my lips wrapped around his cock. It was such an exilerating feeling, having his throbbing cock in my mouth. I was really timid in my sucking at first, but as it went on and I got more comfortable with the situation, I could also feel him relax even more. As I felt him relax, that was when I went down on him all the way, taking his cock all the way down to the root. I remember the feeling of his cock touching the back of my throat and it kinda tickled, but felt good. I thought, at the time, I may have scared him or hurt him because he jumped. So I backed off and started playing with head with my tongue. Then I heard him utter the words, "Go all the way down again." A sudden rush of excitement and joy overcame me. I immediately began deep throating him again, and again, and again until I heard him say, "I'm about to cum." He then abruptly pulled me off of him and began to shoot his load all over his stomach. He refused to allow me to swallow his load, or clean him up with my tongue, and had, instead, opted to use the box of tissues I kept under my bed. Fot the next two years or so, this pretty much became a weekend ritual when he would spend the night or any other time he would come over and hang out. That is, until he moved away and we lost contact.