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Written by , on 2015-10-02, genre bisexual

Unsurprisingly, I didn't have much of an appetite. Compared to Dave's spunk still tingling in my mouth and throat, the food on my plate was like a tasteless glob of nutrient paste. I shoved it down heedlessly, told my parent's I was going to Dave's place for homework, and drove my bike over to his house.
I parked against the fence of his garden. Dave had a big shed in the back that was all his. His parents never minded what he did in there. It had always been kind of our clubhouse, many of the one-on-one sessions from when we were younger had taken place there. It had a stereo set, an old tv with a vcr, some board games, and Dave kept his treasure hidden away under a loose board in the floor, a rumpled old porn magazine, beaten and battered.
Made sense that he told me to come here. We hadn't needed a clubhouse for a few years - we felt we had outgrown the need for one - but I guess the privacy it used to offer would still serve us well.
I thought about knocking, but just opened the door and went in. It was gloomy inside, but there was enough light for me to see Dave sitting on a makeshift bed that hadn't been there last time I was here.
"So now what?" he said when I had closed the door behind me.
"I don't know. You tell me." I felt confident and in control of the situation.
"Are you a homo?" He hesitated a tenth of a second at the H-word.
"Are you?" I had no intention of giving up my lead.
He looked at his hands, and then at me.
"No, I am not."
"Neither am I Dave. I just love to suck cock. Always have. You never had any problems with it when we were younger."
"It's diff…"
"How is it different Dave? Tell me. We used to suck each other's dick in here for hours. Just because now you get an orgasm, it's suddenly no longer OK to enjoy it?"
He looked at me.
"You did enjoy it, didn't you?"
"Of course I did, what did you think."
"Well", I said and approached him. "Then as far as I'm concerned, nothing's changed except that it's your turn."
I opened my pants, pulled my cock out and held it in front of his face.
I knew I was right. He took it immediately and started sucking me like his life depended on it.
"Missed it, didn't you?"
In response he peeled my pants further down over my knees without relinquishing his oral adoration of my cock. He was a little frenzied - scraped me with his teeth a bit - but I let him indulge without interfering. It did feel heavenly, this being the first time I got a real blowjob. And I assumed it was his first time giving, too. He was right of course, it was different. We weren't little boys anymore. We were becoming men. This had stopped being innocent play. It was sex now, pure and simple.
He grabbed my buttocks and pulled me closer, shoving most of my cock in his mouth. My pecker wasn't quite as long and thick as his, but it was no longer the boy wee-wee he had sucked the last time. He strained to take all of me, his nose nearly touching my belly, but started choking and had to retreat. He pumped his fist over my blood-filled boner and looked up at me.
"Go on", I said. I was nearly half-way, and I intended to give him a taste like he had given me. I was certain he'd love it as much as I did. He held my cock up, still stroking it, and began kissing and licking my underside and balls. He sucked one nutt in his mouth and rolled it around with his tongue. Where had he learned that? It was new to me. I hadn't expected him to be this passionate. But I decided not to complain and just enjoy the ride. This was my first official blowjob after all. His fist pumping my spit-covered cock brought me close to climax real quick. I wanted to cum in his mouth, wanted him to taste and swallow my seed like I had done with his.
I took my cock from his hand, forced his head up and stuffed myself back in his begging mouth.
"To the finish now, Dave my boy."
I met the bobbing of his head with gentle thrusts of my pelvis. He sucked so hard and vigorously it almost hurt. His hand stroked me where his mouth wasn't. Still kneading my balls, stirring the love batter in there with my meat spoon. It was hard to imagine that he hadn't done this before, but then again, I had also known instinctively how to please Dave.
I neared my peak rapidly. I took Dave's head and started fucking his mouth like he had done to me the first time. I increased my tempo, but avoided going too deep to make sure he wouldn't choke again. I didn't want my ascent to be interrupted, I was too close now.
Dave sucked in his cheeks and breathed through his nose. A blissful consonance descended over his face, signalling that he was ready to receive. And I was ready to give. With a few final thrusts I reached deeper in him and exploded. He did choke now, but I held his head firmly and unloaded in his mouth without giving him a chance to retreat. He did a commendable effort to swallow and regain control, and he managed, more or less. But he couldn't prevent quite a bit of my jizz to spill over his lips and down his chin. I kept fucking his face until my pumps ran dry, let go of his head and gently slide in and out a bit more to relish the feeling of his tongue and lips sucking and lapping, making sure he got the last drops from my glans.
Next he moved to my shaft and sack to reclaim the spoils he had spilled. He licked it all up, sucking my balls again and smooching all of my cock, giving me an exhilarating after-joy of almost unbearable tingles.
I suppose he had seen more porn movies or magazine imagery, because what he was doing was something that hadn't crossed my mind. It was something I definitely wanted to try myself. I had held and caressed his balls with my hands, but the thought of taking those delicate eggs in my mouth, nibbling and sucking on them reinvigorated my already waning erection.
It was my turn now. I gently pushed him away, denying him my cock to which he whimpered a bit pitiable. I was glad he had given up his reservations and had opened up to this new realm of enjoyment we could discover together.
I pushed him further back and let him lay on his back. I took a moment to step out of my pants and pull my shirt and sweater over my head, discarding it all in a corner.
Where Dave had quite an impressive torso already - he was a soccer player of a somewhat promising level - I was just a boy that had gotten taller. My shoulders and chest hadn't started expanding like his, and my legs and buttocks were just as skinny as they always had been. But none of that mattered. I admired Dave's physique, but apart from his groin, there was no adoration. Not like how I fantasized about the girls in my class, imagining their budding teen breasts and enchanting asses and legs. Dave was just my best friend, and a cock to suck.
I kneeled at the foot of the improvised bunk, between his bent knees. I took my time unbuttoning his pants and pulling down his zipper. I felt impatient to taste and feel him, but I really wanted to enjoy this to the fullest. Anticipation felt as much an essential part of the experience as gratification. I reached under his butt and grabbed the rim of his pants. He lifted his pelvis to allow me to strip his trousers off. When his massive boner sprung free, I just eyed it hungrily, savouring the moment of first contact just a little while longer. I rubbed my hands over his calves, knees and thighs on my way back up, despite myself enjoying the feel of his strong muscles under my touch. We had both been getting a little hairier, on and between our legs, but still his skin felt smooth and pleasant. I passed his cock still without touching it, further up to his belly. I moved under his shirt and pushed it up, exposing his torso to the chill evening air. I felt his nipples harden, from my touch or from the chill, not sure. But he moaned as I lingered on them, rubbing them in circles with the palm of my hand, and moaned a little louder when I pinched them with my fingers. While my hands were busy higher up, my face had come to where the real object of my desire lay waiting, twitching impatiently. I ran my nose from down between his legs, slowly over his sack, shaft and glans, inhaling his musky scent. I repeated the maneuver, but this time let the tip of my tongue do the exploring. I drew little circles over his scrotum, finding and softly manipulating his nutts. Just a little appetizer for later. I moved further up, massaging the breadth of his cock with my tongue as flat and wide as it would go. He shuddered, but didn't make a sound apart from his staggering breathing. I was immensely enjoying this. His smell, his taste, but mostly the delay and the effect it had on him. I knew my mom wouldn't expect me home for at least a few hours, and I intended to spin out this moment as long as I could. I arrived at the top of his shaft and tickled the little sinew connecting his glans to the rest of his cock with the tip of my tongue. He was already squirming and spasmed for real when I tried to pluck it like a guitar string. I was still twisting his pebble-hard nipples, testing how hard I could pinch them before I noticed it hurt him. So far his threshold wasn't reached yet, but I didn't overdo it. My focus rested on the maturing man meat laying impatiently on his downy belly. I gingerly picked it up with both my hands and gently massaged it while I drew in his fragrance one last time before it would be mixed with the smell of my own spit and arousal hormones. Dizzying. I had to suppress a giggle when I realized this is how it had all started for me, some ten years ago - sniffing wieners in the toilet. It was definitely his smell that aroused me most. If you have never sucked a penis in your life it's difficult - maybe even impossible - to appreciate the exquisiteness of the taste, smell and texture of this most wonderful piece of human flesh. Hard and soft at the same time, mixing the best of sweet and salty in a fragrance that originates solely from a man's secretions - sweat, smegma, sperm and just a touch of urine. All separately you can like or dislike them, but when experienced together, I guess they are what initiated my fetish then, and fuels it today. Down I went now. Opened my mouth wide and swallowed him whole. I felt him slide over my lips and tongue, welcomed every centimeter and turned on the recorder in my head to save every coming sensation for later recollection. When he seemed to have reached the end of the tunnel, I did what I thought was the proper technique and managed to take him a little deeper still. I inched my way down like this until I had all of him in my mouth and throat, my nose first touching, and then pressing down in his pubic bone. I concentrated on my breathing, and on suppressing the lingering vomit reflex. So far so good. Once firmly established, I started working his pole with my tongue and cheeks, massaging him, sending shudders through his entire body. My hands weren't doing anything, so in an unconscious upwelling, I put my hands under his thighs and lifted his legs up, until his knees were over my head. Hey lay comfortable enough and his legs stayed in that position, giving me easy access to his dangling balls. I kept his cock securely locked in my throat's embrace, and dedicated my hands to fondling his sensitive little cum-factories. I thought a second of testing his threshold for pain there too, but decided not too. I didn't want to disturb myself. I was sure he was enjoying this - from his sighs and shudders - but if possible, I was enjoying myself even more. I was only fourteen, and whatever my concept of sex was - with girls anyway - my first time still lay quite a few years in my future. But this was ours. Nobody knew - and nobody ever would - and we could do this as often as we wanted. The prospect of this spun me head. All I had to make sure of was that he would never grow tired of it. So I focussed back on doing just that. I softly ground his nuts in my fingers. They beckoned me to come taste them. I never broke the vacuum while slowly lifting my mouth off his quivering cock, lingering for a while on his yielding head, and then let him pop out. I lipped my way down along the bottom seam of his bone, shining his knob in my fist. I kept stroking him while I touched down on his balls. I buried my face in his wrinkled folds, the sudden surge of odor coming from his scrotum almost overwhelming me. I sucked his sack whole in my mouth, nibbled and licked his testes. I ran my tongue up and down his junk a few times, going from as deep in his ass crevice as I could reach up to half way his cock. I was almost beside myself, but I still noticed him jumping a bit when my tongue stirred his rectum. I hadn't intended to be licking his ass, but I responded instinctively and gave him what he asked for. He lifted his knees a little higher and opened his thighs a little wider to allow me unrestricted access. Without thinking about it I started licking and kissing his asshole and the sensitive flesh around it. The taste was subtly different, a little more damp and sweaty, and it still made me dizzy. I pumped my fist up and down his cock in a determined rhythm, enough to keep him steadily climbing towards an orgasm, but slow enough to make sure it would take a while. I was far from done exploring this so far unexplored domain. Again, this was not planned or learned, my tongue followed its own mind and dug into Dave's tight hole. He groaned and squirmed, signalling his approval. I pushed in as deep as my own anatomy would allow, reaching in and discovering a new taste and texture. With my tongue buried in his ass, his balls were literally hanging in my eyes. I cuddled his nuts with my face while I familiarized myself more intimately with his anal orifice. I starting pumping my tongue in and out, licked in and around his hole, the sweaty underside of his balls, the damp innerside of his ass crevice…he had moved his hands to his buttocks and spread them, opening his crack and asshole so that it was almost gaping, winking at me. With doubled zeal I dove in again. licking and lapping, sucking and burrowing, still stroking his cock, faster now in pace with my increased overall enthusiasm. In retrospect it was clear what I was preparing for of course, but I had no such foresight that day. I just did it because I liked it, and because he obviously loved it. The way he opened up to allow me access, inviting me in this most intimate sanctum, boldened me. So without thinking I inserted a finger in his well-lubricated hole and started fucking him with it. First just the tip, then one, and finally two knuckles deep. I sat up for this and hungrily devoured his cock again, sucking it and fucking his ass in the same increasing tempo. Little did I know then what effect this stimulation can have on the male climax, because without hardly any warning or preamble, he started squirting huge threads of scalding hot soup in my mouth. It caught me by surprise, and I couldn't manage to swallow it all before it started spilling over my pumping fist. I stroked and sucked him until his squirms signalled he had passed the line where delight turned into the unbearable tickle that makes us cry out to stop, even though it feels heavenly. When I did give him some pause, I concentrated on reclaiming what I had failed to capture, hunting his shaft and balls for every last drop. I slowly pulled my digit from his ass. When he came, I felt something inside him squeeze and press hard against my finger, in the same pulsing cadence as the squirts of sperm that had shot from his head. I didn't make the connection yet of course. Our sexual education classes had covered only basic gender anatomy, not all the details of the male genetalia's inner workings and of the significance of the prostate gland in the orgasmic process. And now we had arrived at a crossroads of some sorts. I was sitting between his pulled-up knees, his swollen-red cock still semi hard and twitching, glistening from my spit and his cum, his asshole gaping and beckoning. I looked down at it, and saw the tip of my own raging boner point straight at it, as if it tried to lead me somewhere. I searches his eyes. Did he actually nod at me, or did he just signal me some other way, indiscernible to the eye, but clear to all my other senses? I didn't know then, and I still don't know now. So I acted on instinct and desire. I crawled up closer, positioned the head of my cock against his beseeching asshole, and entered him. Up till that moment I could fool myself that it didn't mean anything, that it was just boys dicking around, just some first sex experimentation without any feelings or commitment involved, but not anymore. I was now inside of him, really inside! The tightness and warmth engulfing my member rivaled the best of what he had done with his mouth, and added an undeniable aspect of intimacy. We exclaimed our appreciation of this in unison. I took a moment to acclimatize to this new situation. Thanks to my spit, I had glided easily inside him, almost without resistance. I felt a bit unreal, somewhat disconnected, and looked between our bodies to look for a link to reality. My cock was deep inside him alright, all the way up to the hilt, his own cock and balls seemed to sprout from my belly, but upside down. He clenched his sphincter, which I felt like a warm and strong squeeze to my dick. He flinched, looked a tad uncomfortable, but he adjusted his position a bit and then relaxed. "Am I hurting you", I asked a little worried.
"No, it's OK. Go ahead."
I had no real idea of what go ahead was actually supposed to entail, but my pelvis did seem to know perfectly well. I started rocking back and forth, slowly and gingerly. My cock moved in and out of his asshole, a feeling so warm and tight it felt unlike anything we'd experienced together so far.
"Oh my you are fucking me!"
It was like he needed to say that out loud before it could register with me. The realization hit me like a hammer.
"I am…I am fucking you!"
And then I really fucked him. I held on to his bent knees and started pumping in and out with long strokes. Careful at first, but I took the delight on his face instead of another flinch as an encouragement, and gave up all reticence. I fucked him hard now, deep and fast pumps in that tight hole of his. His cock bounced on his belly with every stroke. I grabbed it in one hand and stroked it the same rhythm as my shoves, faster and harder with every passing minute. Not many minutes would pass though. I felt an intense heat building up in my groin and intensified my strains, diving in and out, concentrating on the squeeze that passionately massaged my cock to an unprecedented climax.
Dave was enjoying it immensely. He lay panting, his eyes closed, seemingly riding the same train to climax town as I was. I stroked his thick cock, imagining the next time we'd meet, he would be fucking my ass with that gorgeous piece of meat. Delirium engulfed me, my movement became erratic, and seconds later my orgasm exploded, radiating in concentric circles from my groin out to every remote part of my body. As soon as my sperm started squirting out of my glans and filling his rectal passage, the heat and lubrication of our union soared, increasing my delight and compelling me to keep pumping in and out, until my hardness waned and my cum started spilling out of his hole.
I still had his boner in my pumping fist. I retreated and gobbled his cock in my mouth. I frantically started sucking him, desperately longing for him to fill my mouth once again. I didn't have to wait long. Just in time I remembered the effect of the anal intrusion on his orgasm, because when I felt his muscles clench as an early warning of his climax, I plunged a finger deep in his cum dripping asshole and searched for that coarse bloated structure I had felt pulsing inside when he had cum earlier - his prostate - and stirred it just as his cock erupted and sprayed yet another delicious load of sperm in my hungry mouth. He buckled like a wild stallion, groaned loudly and grabbed my head, pushing me down roughly, until all of him was safely locked deep inside my throat. He kept pumping cum for a few more seconds, the warm and pulsing lump in his ass pushing against my finger. I pushed back, thinking that it would intensify and prolong his orgasm in some way. Judging by the time that passed before he finally let go of my head and sagged back onto the bunk, it seemed I was definitely on to something with that theory.
I tenderly finished him off, licking and kissing his cock and balls, cleaning up all the cum that had spilled, and licked his crack and asshole, drinking all of my own juices as well.
I didn't see coming what happened next. He sat up and caught me totally by surprise when he grabbed my head again, planted his open mouth on mine and slipped his warm tongue inside. I hadn't kissed or been kissed before - by boy or girl - so I guess this was my first kiss. It took me a few seconds to reciprocate, allowing his tongue to seek out mine, and join it in a warm and erotic dance. Both our semen mixed with our saliva, his lips locking with mine, his tongue exploring and caressing the inside of my mouth. I had always been curious about kissing of course, and anxious about when it would find me. Today was definitely a day of firsts. And the day wasn't over yet…

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