True first times
Posted: Sat Mar 12, 2005 10:41 pm
Be aware. I do not sanction juvenile porn and I believe our children
should be protected from any abuser. That said, please be advised that
the following story relates to a series of events that took place during
my youth, from my preteenage years up until now.
Part 1 --
It all started one fall afternoon of 1975, I was 10 years old. My father was waiting in the car, ready to drive me to the arena for my hockey game. As I was changing in my room, I got this curious idea. I was wondering what my dick tasted like. I was sitting on the end of my bed, and since I was very limber, I simply bent forward and brought my lips to the head of my limp dick. To the touch of my warm lips and tongue, my dick sprung to life and I could feel it, growing in my mouth. I was in heaven.
Suddenly I heard my mom calling my name from downstairs, saying that my father was still waiting for me. OMG!, what if she had stepped into to my room instead. I got dressed up in a heart beat an ran downstairs. As my father was driving me, my thoughts were not on the game but on the things I would try that night.
Since my parents were sleeping in the next room, I waited until they fell asleep, or so I thought, before I made my move. I slowly removed the bottom of my pj and put my hands under my thights and bent forward. Being raised in a religious environment, I had never heard of wanking or jerking yet, even less about blowjobs. So, I was sucking on the head of
my dick as I would with a pacifier to make it swell. Not exactly the best technic as I would discover in time, but effective. As I started pumping and applying suction, I heard my mother asked about the noise I was making.
Damn! what a downer. I told her I had trouble sleeping and was tossing a lot. I could not believed that she bought it. I waited a few minutes before I quietly stepped out of bed to sat on the floor in order to continue sucking. That way, the mattress would not make any of those compromising squeaky noises.
Somehow, this interruption turned out to be a good thing. I realised that the floor, much firmer than my bed, allowed me to get more of my shaft in my mouth. From then on, this was the way I would do it. I would step out of bed and do it on the floor. Now that I was back in business, I could feel the swelling of my cheeks while I was sucking vigorously on my cock and the blood flowing through the shaft made it grow bigger. Then all of a sudden, spams ran through my body. I was breathing heavily as I released my dick from my eager mouth. What a rush! That was the first time I sucked a cock and my first orgasm. Even if it was a dry orgasm as I would soon find out.
A few weeks after my 11th birthday, I was in for another first. One night, as I was selfsucking I felt some pain in my stomach. I felt my cock gorge itself and I took my mouth off my cock, just before this gooey substance erupted and covered part of my chin and stomach. Not knowing what to do, and still surprised, I took some tissues and wipped it of. Keep in mind that by then I was still in grade school. I had just came for the first time!
Being afraid to get that stomach pain again, I would pull myself away for a while when I was on the verge of cuming. One day, I saw a picture of a woman in a porn magazine. She was giving a blowjob and I recognized the white substance coming out of her mouth. If she was willing to get that stuff in her mouth it must not be that bad. And by looking at her face, I would say that she seemed to even like it. So one night, I convinced myself to stay on and let my cum fill my mouth.
The good thing, I did not feel any stomach pain when came. The bad thing was that the amount of cum was overwhelming and as I tried to swallow the fresh oyster like texture, I almost puked. I never liked fresh oysters, so you can understand that the first time I came in my mouth was not the greatest moment of my life.... although it would lead to other firsts.
By then I was sucking myself almost on a daily basis. And since I could not bring myself to swallow, you can imaging the amount of tissues I was using. So, being afraid of getting caught for doing something wrong, I decided to start swallowing for practical reasons. "I did not want to leave any evidence (tissue) behind." Therefore, one night, as I came in my mouth, I kept it there for a moment, and then gulped it down. It turn out to be easier that time. That night I swallowed the first of many loads.
Since that night, I would keep my cock in my mouth and swallow every time. No mess, and the feeling of my cock pulsating in my mouth was exhilirating. I would pump my mouth until I was completely drained. This openned to new possibilities. Now I could do it anywhere I wanted and I soon started to suck myself in many places... but that's another story.
should be protected from any abuser. That said, please be advised that
the following story relates to a series of events that took place during
my youth, from my preteenage years up until now.
Part 1 --
It all started one fall afternoon of 1975, I was 10 years old. My father was waiting in the car, ready to drive me to the arena for my hockey game. As I was changing in my room, I got this curious idea. I was wondering what my dick tasted like. I was sitting on the end of my bed, and since I was very limber, I simply bent forward and brought my lips to the head of my limp dick. To the touch of my warm lips and tongue, my dick sprung to life and I could feel it, growing in my mouth. I was in heaven.
Suddenly I heard my mom calling my name from downstairs, saying that my father was still waiting for me. OMG!, what if she had stepped into to my room instead. I got dressed up in a heart beat an ran downstairs. As my father was driving me, my thoughts were not on the game but on the things I would try that night.
Since my parents were sleeping in the next room, I waited until they fell asleep, or so I thought, before I made my move. I slowly removed the bottom of my pj and put my hands under my thights and bent forward. Being raised in a religious environment, I had never heard of wanking or jerking yet, even less about blowjobs. So, I was sucking on the head of
my dick as I would with a pacifier to make it swell. Not exactly the best technic as I would discover in time, but effective. As I started pumping and applying suction, I heard my mother asked about the noise I was making.
Damn! what a downer. I told her I had trouble sleeping and was tossing a lot. I could not believed that she bought it. I waited a few minutes before I quietly stepped out of bed to sat on the floor in order to continue sucking. That way, the mattress would not make any of those compromising squeaky noises.
Somehow, this interruption turned out to be a good thing. I realised that the floor, much firmer than my bed, allowed me to get more of my shaft in my mouth. From then on, this was the way I would do it. I would step out of bed and do it on the floor. Now that I was back in business, I could feel the swelling of my cheeks while I was sucking vigorously on my cock and the blood flowing through the shaft made it grow bigger. Then all of a sudden, spams ran through my body. I was breathing heavily as I released my dick from my eager mouth. What a rush! That was the first time I sucked a cock and my first orgasm. Even if it was a dry orgasm as I would soon find out.
A few weeks after my 11th birthday, I was in for another first. One night, as I was selfsucking I felt some pain in my stomach. I felt my cock gorge itself and I took my mouth off my cock, just before this gooey substance erupted and covered part of my chin and stomach. Not knowing what to do, and still surprised, I took some tissues and wipped it of. Keep in mind that by then I was still in grade school. I had just came for the first time!
Being afraid to get that stomach pain again, I would pull myself away for a while when I was on the verge of cuming. One day, I saw a picture of a woman in a porn magazine. She was giving a blowjob and I recognized the white substance coming out of her mouth. If she was willing to get that stuff in her mouth it must not be that bad. And by looking at her face, I would say that she seemed to even like it. So one night, I convinced myself to stay on and let my cum fill my mouth.
The good thing, I did not feel any stomach pain when came. The bad thing was that the amount of cum was overwhelming and as I tried to swallow the fresh oyster like texture, I almost puked. I never liked fresh oysters, so you can understand that the first time I came in my mouth was not the greatest moment of my life.... although it would lead to other firsts.
By then I was sucking myself almost on a daily basis. And since I could not bring myself to swallow, you can imaging the amount of tissues I was using. So, being afraid of getting caught for doing something wrong, I decided to start swallowing for practical reasons. "I did not want to leave any evidence (tissue) behind." Therefore, one night, as I came in my mouth, I kept it there for a moment, and then gulped it down. It turn out to be easier that time. That night I swallowed the first of many loads.
Since that night, I would keep my cock in my mouth and swallow every time. No mess, and the feeling of my cock pulsating in my mouth was exhilirating. I would pump my mouth until I was completely drained. This openned to new possibilities. Now I could do it anywhere I wanted and I soon started to suck myself in many places... but that's another story.