One night a friend, Hunter invited me over to his house. He started talking about sex and before long we both had an erection.
Surprisingly, my buddy Hunter started telling me how badly he wanted to find out what it was like to ‘have someone’s mouth on his cock.’ I played it off for a while but finally he came right out and said it, “If you’ll put your mouth on me, I might do it for you but I won't promise.”
Even with such a halfhearted promise, I must admit that ever since my buddies and I had started playing with each other, I’d wondered what it would feel like to have a cock in my mouth. But I’d always been scared ‘someone would find out because being gay in those days was the kiss of death.’
But after a few minutes of encouragement from my friend, Hunter, I finally agreed to put my mouth on him.
I tried to give him the impression that I was very reluctant and was only doing it so that he would return the favor.
With a little grin of anticipation he took off all his clothes and sat on the side of his bed with his legs apart.
Reluctantly I got on my knees in front of him and after an appropriate amount of disclaimers and getting his assurances that he would never tell a soul, I closed my eyes and moved my mouth forward.
His cock felt like a hot stiff iron rod that at the same time was surrounded by soft flesh. As soon as I put my mouth on it, I immediately pulled it off, and flew to the bathroom and washed out my mouth.
Being naïve, Hunter and I talked about it as though I’d just run a marathon and what it was like. Then, even though I thought he would back out on me, I asked for the return favor. Like Hunter had done, I sat on the edge of the bed naked with my legs apart. To my surprise, my friend quickly wrapped his lips around my hard cock and then as quickly as I, he ran to the bathroom and washed out his mouth.
While Hunter was in the bathroom, I thought, “There, I did it, now I know how it feels.”
Later we talked about other things but eventually as testosterone drive teenage boys were want to do we returned to the subject of sex. And as usual, we got into a strip poker game. We’d done this numerous times before and the loser had to do whatever the winner said which was usually walking naked in front of a window or something like that. I always enjoyed losing for some reason.
Again, as usual, I lost the game. When I looked at Hunter and said, “What do I have to do, walk around naked again?”
Hunter looked very serious and then said, “No, I want something that feels good.”
“Like what?” I asked.
“I want you to put your mouth on me again.”
The request sent chills down my spine and up my cock. After a lot of talking, Hunter convinced me that he’d never tell a soul, so I reluctantly agreed.
Getting naked, Hunter was soon back on the edge of his bed with his legs spread apart and his small but very hard cock was sticking straight up.