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My First Taste

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Sucking a friend's dick
Like most people, I will never forget the first time that I tasted another man's cum. I often relive the experience in my fantasies while whacking off. The following account is one-hundred-percent true. I have changed only the name of the person involved, because he is now enlisted in the U.S. Army. It was late June 1991. My family and I were attending a high-school graduation party for Adam J, the son of my mother's best friend. It was hot outside, nearly 90 degrees, and very humid. I guess you could call it a typical summer day in upstate New York. The party was much like any other. A lot of kids running around like animals while the parents sat in groups talking, occasionally glancing around to monitor their broods. I, however, hung out in the sidelines watching Adam, the guest of honor. I had always had a bit of a crush on Adam. I have known him literally my whole life. Adam is the person who introduced me to porn magazines. Whenever I visited with Adam, he and I would inevitably disappear to the attic to pore over the magazines. I would get so excited looking at the pictures of naked women and men. The men especially excited me. Their cocks looked huge. My pecker would get hard instantly. Adam was the first guy I ever jerked off. At first, he would just have me stroke it, but eventually he convinced me to let him put it in my mouth. He would slide his dick in and out of my mouth, like he was fucking it. This went on for about two years, and then suddenly stopped. Over time, I became increasingly aware of my attraction for men and I would often fantasize about Adam. Whenever I was at his house, I tried to initiate some of our previous acts, but nothing ever happened. The day of Adam's graduation party, however, I was determined to get into his pants. I spent the whole day watching Adam from afar. He was so good looking at nearly nineteen years old. A high-school baseball player, Adam was 6'2" and about 185 pounds with brown eyes and buzzed brown hair. His body was lightly tanned and his gray ARMY t-shirt accentuated his well-defined torso. The cut-off denim shorts he wore revealed his muscular legs and their thick covering of dark brown hair. I had a hard on the entire time. As the party wore on, I tried to devise a plan so that I could spend the night at Adam's house. Fortunately, I did not have to think too hard. Adam's younger brother asked his parents if my younger brother could stay over and sleep outside in his tent with him. Adam's mom said it was fine and asked me if I wanted to stay over too. My heart did a flip, and I responded quickly, "No thanks, I'm 18, I don't really like to sleep outside." "You don't have to sleep outside," replied Mrs. Johnson, "you can sleep upstairs, in Adam's room." (Am I a genius or what?) At a little after midnight, after the party had long since ended, I took a pillow and a sleeping bag that Mrs. Johnson had given me and went upstairs to bed. When I got to Adam's room, the door was closed but I could see a light shining from under the door. I knocked on the door and then opened it a little and stuck my head inside. Adam was lying on his bed, watching TV, but looked over at me as I peeked inside. "Your mom said I could sleep in here tonight. Do you mind?" I asked. "No, it's fine," Replied Adam. "You can have the floor." I walked in the room, closing the door behind me. I then unrolled the sleeping bag on the floor along side Adam's bed, and crawled inside. I propped the pillow behind me and leaned back against the wall to watch TV. I was not really watching it, I was looking at Adam out the corner of my eye, but I did not want to him to notice. He was sitting up in bed with the blankets down at his waist. He was not wearing a shirt anymore and I noticed how well defined his muscles were. Adam's back had that sexy V-shape that tapered down to his waist. His shoulders looked so strong. His chest and stomach looked like that of a super-hero and were covered in a fine layer of dark brown hair that fanned out on his chest but tapered down over his stomach. He was ripped. I sat there, staring at him in silence for what seemed like an eternity. I do not even remember what was on TV. Suddenly, I was startled as Adam's mother knocked and then quickly entered the room. "Goodnight guys," she said, smiling, "see you in the morning." "Goodnight." Adam and I responded in unison. Mrs. J then disappeared. For the next half hour or so, Adam and I sat, watching TV in relative silence. Then, he turned the TV off and reached over the opposite side of his bed. "Remember these?" Adam asked, producing a stack of porno magazines. I blushed and said, "My God, you've still got those?" "Well," he said, "these are new ones. But they're just like the old ones I used to keep in the attic." Adam handed me a stack of magazines and I began to look through them at all of the erotic pictures. Of course, my cock was hard, as it had been for most of the day. For about the next hour Adam and I "read" the magazines and talked about the pictures and about girls we were dating. Finally, at about 2 am, we put the magazines away and turned out the lights. I slid down in my sleeping bag but left it partially open because it was still warm outside and I was sweating. As we there, in the dark, Adam and I continued our discussion. I tried to tactfully bring up the topic of our past adventures, but Adam shocked me by beating me to the punch. "Do you remember what we used to do in the attic? he asked, "You know, with the porno mags?" I got butterflies in my stomach. "Yeah," I said. "Do you want to do it again?" Adam asked. "Did I?" I thought to myself, "Of course I did." "Right now?" I asked. "If you want to," Adam replied, "you don't have to." "Sure," I said, "I guess so." As I sat up and positioned myself next to Adam's bed, he threw his blankets off and move to the edge of the bed. The room was dark, but I could see well enough in the dim moonlight that poured in through the window. Adam lie there in a pair of white cotton briefs with his hand behind his head. I knelt beside his bed, trembling with excitement, and reached out to feel the tent his cock had made in his underwear. Adam reached down and slid his underwear off, exposing his beautiful manhood. I could have blown my wad just looking at him and his cock. It was just like the ones in the magazines. Adam's cock was about 7.5 inches long, cut, and very thick. When I took it in my hand, I could barely get my fingers all the way around it. It had thick veins running up the sides and had a thick patch of curly black hair surrounding its base. I held Adam's rock hard cock in my hand for a minute or so just feeling it throb as blood pulsed through it. "Go on," Adam whispered, "Suck it." I leaned over and pressed my closed mouth to the mushroom head. A drop of pre-cum had formed at the tip, so my lips slid around on it. I took a few seconds to gather some saliva in my hot mouth and then I opened wide and took Adam's cock as far as I could. I think I managed to get about � of it in before I gagged. Adam laughed and told me to take it easy. Slowly, I moved my head up and down, up and down, my lips closed tightly over the hard shaft of Adam's cock. I could taste the faint saltiness of Adam's pre-cum, which continued to flow from his piss slit. As my throat relaxed, I was able to take more of Adam's thick cock, and I did so eagerly. Adam moaned and began to push his hips up to meet my mouth each time I went down. At one point, I gagged again and Adam eased up and apologized. He leaned forward and asked me, "Can I blow my wad in your mouth?" I stopped sucking on his cock and asked him, "Of course." Adam then lay back down and I continued sucking his fat cock. No more words were exchanged between us. Adam moaned again and put his hand on the back of my head. Each time I went down on him, he pushed my head down, forcing his cock deep into my throat. I gagged, but now Adam did not ease up, instead he pushed harder and deeper. He was fucking my face, just as he did the last time I sucked his cock. I could barely breath, but I loved it. It was what I waited so long for. After several minutes, I could feel Adam's body begin to tense up. His breathing quickened and got very deep. I could feel his cock head swell in my mouth. Suddenly, without warning Adam forced my head down until my nose was buried in his pubic hair and paused. He let out a long soft moan and I could feel his cock begin to pulse rhythmically as he pumped his load into my mouth. Wave after wave of hot cum poured out of Adam's throbbing cock. I had no choice but to swallow most of it. As he finished in my mouth, Adam released my head and I let his still hard cock slip out of my mouth. As I did so, his cock slapped against his stomach and I took a gasp of air. "Sorry about that," said Adam, "but you suck a mean cock!" I knelt beside his bed for minute, composing myself. Adam reached down, grabbed his briefs, and slid them up to his waist. As he took his thumbs out from under the waistband, it made a loud snapping noise. "We'll have to do this again sometime," said Adam. He then rolled over and went to sleep. I crawled into my sleeping bag and jerked off into my tee shirt.