Straight, But He Was Cute...

30 years ago, I was living alone in a small town I had moved to just for an attractive job. Indirectly--through some friends who used to live in my apartment complex before I moved into a small house--I met a 13 year old boy who was interested in chess, a neighbor at the place my friends moved into across town. This was one of my hobbies too, and I learned a lot of chess from an older mentor when I was about his age, so I soon invited Paul over for some games, seeing this as a way to renew the cycle. He seemed to have a lot of freedom, his parents being separated and the household a bit chaotic. But things soon took another turn when we talked about some social issues, including homosexuality; I had recently defended this as a perfectly legitimate choice in some social forums, against some rather backwards-thinking people which seemed to be all too common in this area. Paul enthusiastically agreed with my stand, and confessed that he sometimes liked looking at other boys. I confessed in turn that while I was basically straight, I liked blowjobs so much that I occasionally asked a man to suck my dick, though I had never cum in a man's mouth before (I actually only came in a woman's mouth once, to be fair, my experience had simply been a bit limited all around). Paul then confessed that he wanted to do that, but hadn't yet dared to ask anyone to let him try, especially fearing about rumors spreading around if it was someone he knew at school.

He finally said he could try it with me if I promised not to tell anyone. I certainly gave him that, but asked him a few times if he was absolutely sure he was ok with this. He said he didn't want to do it if I didn't want to, but I said no that could be fun. So yes, even though I was twice his age, I let him try me. I sat on my couch and took out my cock; Paul sat next to me and leaned over to take me into his mouth. He was clearly inexperienced, and didn't have any kind of technique, so I had to teach him about teeth vs. lips and the right kind of motion. After ten minutes or so it frankly wasn't going anywhere, so he stopped and I told him not to feel bad, since I probably wouldn't be any better myself with my lack of experience doing the same thing--in fact, I had never had a cock in my mouth, though wasn't adverse to trying. I asked him then if I could, and he agreed, so I knelt in front of him while he exposed his dick to me. It was soft, so I sucked it all the way in and played with in my mouth, which quickly made him very hard. He was shorter and thinner than me, which perhaps made it easier, as I could still take most of him in though I certainly couldn't deepthroat him.

I liked the feeling of his hard cock in my mouth, but wasn't looking forward to having him cum. I thought that would be fine though, assuming that he was too nervous to ejaculate and my technique too poor, so I could feel him a while without any risk. But after a few minutes of my gently sucking on him he suddenly started squirting into my mouth without any warning. I tried to swallow but quickly coughed and choked, and then felt the weird bleachy taste on my tongue. I pulled back and started spitting up, apologizing for dribbling all over his shorts. After I recovered he said it was fine, and just hoped he would do better when he first swallowed cum. I suggested he try this more directly, and stood in front of him, jerking off into his open lips while he licked my glans. In a few minutes I came into his mouth, and while a lot spilled over around his lips and down his shirt, he did manage to keep more in than I had.

Well, he was an embarrassing mess at that point, so we did some work cleaning up the evidence, rinsing his clothes and throwing them in a dryer for a bit so no one would know what had been on them. He came back a few times later, and we tried a 69, though he was too short so that didn't last very long. Eventually I was able to swallow his cum without gagging, and he was able to make me cum as well. But then he abruptly stopped reaching out, and I was too worried about being seen pursuing him, and kept worrying a parent would knock at the door and ask about us until I moved to another city a year later. I hope Paul eventually found someone his age to practice with or date, and that I left him better than I found him as per the "campsite rule."