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When I Was A Kid
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Bi-Sexual Male / 44
My First Taste
When I was younger, early high school I'd say, I was extremely horny all the time. Big surprise I know. We all were then. I knew I was interested in both men and women though. I knew early. I then and still now mostly prefer women, but sometimes I like a nice cock.
We had a new kid come to our school, lets call him Mike, and I knew immediately he was gay. He actually didn't hide it, which was not so common back then. I knew that I was attracted to him. A lot. We had gym together and even though we didn't shower at our school, we changed and I watched him all the time. Trying to get a glimpse of "him".
I became friends with him on his first day. Turns out, in the 90s, gay kids didn't make friends so easy, so we became close. We hang out everyday for a couple months before anything ever happened.
One day, during a debate about our favorite football teams, we decided to make a bet, our teams played that week. We wanted to make it very interesting. I told him I know I will win so I will bet anything at all. He said he doubts I mean anything and I assured him, I meant it.
He said, loser has to give the winner a hand job. I was completely stunned. I didn't talk. It worried him because he said sorry. I told him no, its a deal. He told me he'd given one before and its not bad. I didn't think it would be, I was truly hoping my team lost. But hey, win win for me.
Making sure he was serious, I kept telling him I'm taking it serious, I expect him to live up to it. I was really just making sure he expects me to.
That Sunday, my team did in fact loose. We were already home alone in my room, so I figured we'd do it now. He was eager also. He stood up, walked over to me, I was sitting in my desk chair and he stood there smiling. His dick about 12 inches from my face.
I could see he was already half hard. The bulge was beautiful. I couldn't let him know that yet. I had to pretend to be reluctant. "A bets a bet". I said as I poked it. I told him to unbutton and unzip.
He did, pulled his pants down and eventually off. He stood there in his boxers now, his larger cock pretty easy too see through the material. I was so eager. I pulled his boxers all the way down and his cock was already straight out pointing at my face.
I looked at it for a second, just admiring it. I could see it pumsating in anticipation. "Well grab it" he said. I did. I wrapped my hand around it softly, then with a little more grip. There wasn't much foreskin to rub, so I could't jerk too much because it was dry.
"Spit on it" he said. I did. A lot. I also rubbed his precum on it. There seemed to be a lot. Eventually I was going up and down the whole thing. He just made little moans as his head went back.
I think I enjoyed it as much as he did. I wanted to taste it so bad. I just decided to do it. I reach out and licked the tip. He didn't react, I didn't think he noticed. So I did it again, this time more than the tip, and this time he noticed. He looked down at me and asked if I licked it. I said yes, and he smiled.
I took that as a green light. I put it in my mouth, as much as I could at least. I never lost eye contact and I never stopped jerking. I rolled my tongue over his head over and over. About a minute into it he pulled out of my mouth and told me he was going to cum soon.
I said nothing, I just put it back in my mouth. I wanted it so bad. I wanted to drink every drop. When he did cum, I felt it spurt into the back of my mouth a few times. Filling my mouth completely before I could swallow. But I did. What little seeped out, I licked and swallowed. I cleaned every drop.
It didn't taste bad, it didn't taste like mine either. It tasted sexy. Thats the only way to describe it. I was hooked. I sucked him off often, and he did the same for me. We never considered ourselves in a relationship or anything, just cock sucker for each other.
We had a new kid come to our school, lets call him Mike, and I knew immediately he was gay. He actually didn't hide it, which was not so common back then. I knew that I was attracted to him. A lot. We had gym together and even though we didn't shower at our school, we changed and I watched him all the time. Trying to get a glimpse of "him".
I became friends with him on his first day. Turns out, in the 90s, gay kids didn't make friends so easy, so we became close. We hang out everyday for a couple months before anything ever happened.
One day, during a debate about our favorite football teams, we decided to make a bet, our teams played that week. We wanted to make it very interesting. I told him I know I will win so I will bet anything at all. He said he doubts I mean anything and I assured him, I meant it.
He said, loser has to give the winner a hand job. I was completely stunned. I didn't talk. It worried him because he said sorry. I told him no, its a deal. He told me he'd given one before and its not bad. I didn't think it would be, I was truly hoping my team lost. But hey, win win for me.
Making sure he was serious, I kept telling him I'm taking it serious, I expect him to live up to it. I was really just making sure he expects me to.
That Sunday, my team did in fact loose. We were already home alone in my room, so I figured we'd do it now. He was eager also. He stood up, walked over to me, I was sitting in my desk chair and he stood there smiling. His dick about 12 inches from my face.
I could see he was already half hard. The bulge was beautiful. I couldn't let him know that yet. I had to pretend to be reluctant. "A bets a bet". I said as I poked it. I told him to unbutton and unzip.
He did, pulled his pants down and eventually off. He stood there in his boxers now, his larger cock pretty easy too see through the material. I was so eager. I pulled his boxers all the way down and his cock was already straight out pointing at my face.
I looked at it for a second, just admiring it. I could see it pumsating in anticipation. "Well grab it" he said. I did. I wrapped my hand around it softly, then with a little more grip. There wasn't much foreskin to rub, so I could't jerk too much because it was dry.
"Spit on it" he said. I did. A lot. I also rubbed his precum on it. There seemed to be a lot. Eventually I was going up and down the whole thing. He just made little moans as his head went back.
I think I enjoyed it as much as he did. I wanted to taste it so bad. I just decided to do it. I reach out and licked the tip. He didn't react, I didn't think he noticed. So I did it again, this time more than the tip, and this time he noticed. He looked down at me and asked if I licked it. I said yes, and he smiled.
I took that as a green light. I put it in my mouth, as much as I could at least. I never lost eye contact and I never stopped jerking. I rolled my tongue over his head over and over. About a minute into it he pulled out of my mouth and told me he was going to cum soon.
I said nothing, I just put it back in my mouth. I wanted it so bad. I wanted to drink every drop. When he did cum, I felt it spurt into the back of my mouth a few times. Filling my mouth completely before I could swallow. But I did. What little seeped out, I licked and swallowed. I cleaned every drop.
It didn't taste bad, it didn't taste like mine either. It tasted sexy. Thats the only way to describe it. I was hooked. I sucked him off often, and he did the same for me. We never considered ourselves in a relationship or anything, just cock sucker for each other.
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