A Forceful First TIme

I will not give the exact age I was in this story, for the sake
of good sense, but let's just say I was old enough to
have thought about sex often, but not old enough to have
done anything with those thoughts. I had a friend, for the
purpose of this re-telling we will call him Tommy, who was
a very peculiar individual. Tommy was that boy we all knew
who seemed to have a host of mental issues. He was overly
aggressive, had a foul temper, and a slight lack of good
sense and judgement. One trip to his household would clear
up much of the "why" questioning in regards
to his behavior. His father was a loud spoken, wild eyed,
and just generally unsettling man. You ever met the type
of guy who just creeped you out even if he was smiling and
asking how your day was? Well that was Tommy's father.
His mother was a stay at home mom, although I could never
figure out what it was she did exactly. She hardly spoke,
never cleaned, never cooked, really just spent most of
her time on the back porch smoking cigarettes. Tommy also
had a younger sister who was never at home. I was actually grateful
for that, his sister always gave me odd looks and was far
too touchy for a girl her age, which made me speculate about
their family's closed door activities.




I, however, was pretty much your normal dorky kid.
I was quiet, reserved, and usually polite to those I didn't
know. I spent most of my time reading science fiction or
dazed off in my own little world. I smiled a lot and played
a lot. I was really a pretty happy kid. Oddly, Tommy was one
of my best friends. We were total opposites when looked
at individually. Our behavior and family life were in juxtaposition
with one another. When together, however, Tommy and I were
a machine for fun. He was too rash to understand dangerous
consequences and I was too timid to take fun risks. When
combined, we balanced out perfectly. Despite his occasionally
bursts of temper in my direction, he always respected my
intelligence and sensibility for getting him out of trouble.
And despite his rashness, I always respected his bravery
and his unbreakable sense of loyalty. We were a parents
worst nightmare, a pair bold enough to try anything and
smart enough to get away with it, which lasted right up until he moved
away.




I never fully understood the circumstances for him moving,
but even my young mind could grasp that the reasons were
of a dubious nature. I did know it involved his father somehow,
which was no surprise. I was left on my own, which made me
very sad. Without him, I really didn't have the nerve
to do anything fun. I was very disheartened by his absence. But, I received great news shortly before my birthday.
My mother, in her kindness, had arranged it so that Tommy
could come to my birthday party and stay the night. I played
it cool, as I was developing that "cool all the time"
highschool guy mentality. But in reality, I was ecstatic.
Tommy was coming and that meant it was time to get into, and
out of, some trouble. All in good fun.




And it was good fun. Tommy and I possessed the party and bent
it to our will. Soon we had droves of teenagers roving the
streets and causing all sorts of mischief. My mother caught
on, however, and ended the party early to curb our potentially
dangerous group mentality. But, she couldn't send
Tommy home, since he lived so far, and she had promised
he could stay the night. Fortunately for her, we had a lot
of video game catching up to do. We soon found ourselves
wrapped up in Contra 2, with the 30 life code on of course,
until fairly late in the night. At last, it was time for bed,
but being young men we still had plenty of energy. That meant
staying up for at least another hour laying in bed, him on
the floor and me in my bed, talking and laughing.




Now, I was a witty little bastard. I wasn't much on violence
so I tended to lean on my ability to make fun of people. The
opposite was true for Tommy. He lacked wit, so, giving someone
a few thumpings served his purposes just fine. So Tommy
and I had a pretty regular exchange that consisted of me
making fun of him and him either punching me in the shoulder
or chest a few times or wresting me to the floor to pin me down.
Again, all in good fun. Well, on this particular night,
such an exchange was occurring. I was making fun of him,
I don't even remember for what there was so much material
I could work from, and he was running over to beat my ass as
usual. Now, I sleep fully clothed because, well, I am weird. I had
known Tommy for many years, and one thing I had to get used
to with him staying the night was that he slept in only his
underwear, that was just how he did things. At least by the
time this event had happened he had upgraded to boxers from
the "tighty whiteys" of his boyhood. So, boxer
clad, Tommy came running over to me and began using my shoulder
as a punching bag. I fell off the bed, my hands protecting
my face, and rolled on the floor laughing as he stood over
me throwing punches. Nothing unusual about this exchange
at all until, suddenly, he stopped. Normally he continues
until I at least stop laughing, but this time he stopped
prematurely and wasn't making a noise. I sat up and
looked at him, his face was frozen solid in an expression
I had never seen on him before. I was puzzled, but as my gaze
drifted from his eyes I immediately understood. Everything
was normal except for a spot of flesh that was out of place,
sticking out of the front hole in his boxers. Tommy had fallen
out of his boxers. I guess that little hole can be a blessing
and a curse. Less than 3 feet from my head was my best friend’s
penis, and he was too frozen to do anything about it. Now
normally, as a guy, I would of simply shouted “Ewww” and
dove away laughing, making sure to take advantage of my
friend’s embarrassing moment. But the room was too quiet
and it was too awkward. Instead, I just sat and stared at
it. I know that sounds odd, but it was really hard not to.
Not only was it right in front of my face, but I had not really
seen another guy’s besides my own before. I purposely avoided
looking in the gym locker room and really wasn’t one of those
boys who looked at the urinal either. I had seen them in the
occasional dirty magazine I would find, which by the way
is like finding a diamond to a young boy, but I had assumed
them to be more fictional representations then a model
of a real penis. But right there, in front of me, was a real
penis…and it was fascinatingly different from mine. Most
obvious, he was circumcised and I am not. It had an interesting
look, at least to me, because of it. The head was smooth and
the shaft seemed more exposed, more veinish. It had a clean
cut and tidy look to it. Tommy was also a good deal smaller
than me length wise when un-erect, but a great deal thicker.
Because of that, he hung a bit differently than me. His penis
sat with the hole facing forward as the thickness and shortness
of it didn’t allow it to hang down loosely. I could also see
little tuffs of wiry pubic hair sticking out of the hole
in his boxers and running part way down his shaft. I guess
I had always assumed all penises were generally the same
in appearance, but as I sat staring at Tommy’s, I understood
that they must all be just as different as his was from mine.




What happened next was equally unexpected. As I sat in awe
of Tommy’s fascinating penis, it began to change. The head
slowly begin to drop down slightly and the veins on the shaft
became more pronounced. Where the skin was folded and wrinkled
before, it began to smooth out and stretch. His already
thick penis also thickened slightly and, with a pulse,
his penis lifted from his boxers a ways and fell back down.
Then, another pulse lifted the shaft off his boxers entirely
and his penis now pointed, at a down-turned angle, toward
me. Then more pulses, each successive one lifting his penis
higher until, at last, it was pointing upward and curved
away from me slightly. Now, of course, I had masturbated before,
so I understood what an erection was and I knew what mine
looked like erect. But again, his was completely different.
It was still a good deal shorter than mine but considerably
thicker, and much more firm. When I am fully erect my penis
points straight out, but his firmness and thickness made
his penis point upward. As it continued to pulse, I stared
in utter fascination. I had never considered myself attracted
to other boys before but I couldn’t help but admire the look
of his penis. It was then that it donned on me, at a disappointingly
slow pace, that something in this situation had aroused
him. I suddenly realized that the situation I was in was
a sexual one and it immediately made me very nervous. First
of all, I was a little scared. I did not know what he expected
me to do or what he was going to do, and that pushed a little
fear up inside me. I had no plan for this kind of a situation.
I had always expected my first sexual experience to involve
breasts, smooth legs, and everything else I had come to
desire from watching late night Cinemax. I had no plan that
involved another penis outside my own and I wasn’t even
sure yet if I was turned on by it. The moment drew out for a
long time, but his erection never subsided. In fact, drops
of precum had begun to form at the tip, which only added to
my sense of panic.




I know this was probably not a correct feeling, but at the
time I felt very obligated to do something. Not even sure
if I really wanted to or not and too scared to be very turned
on, I still felt as though I owed him something, just because
he had an erection. It looked so different than mine that
I was too scared to put my hands on it. I had a slight idea of
what a blow job was, I knew the word and I knew it meant placing
a penis inside someone’s mouth and that it somehow
felt good to the receiver. Like I said, a slight idea. I swallowed
in attempt to quell my nervously aching stomach and closed
my eyes to work up courage for my first sexual act. Finally
I opened my eyes and begin to lean forward from my hunches
to my knees until my face was inches from Tommy’s penis.
Not wanting to linger on that moment too long, I opened my
mouth and closed it around the head of his penis. It pulsed
hard and the thickness increased so much that I feared it
would explode and I almost took it right back out. Other than
a slight ragged breath, Tommy stayed relatively quiet
and still as the head of his penis pulsed inside my mouth.
The first thing that surprised me was how warm it was, I know
I shouldn’t of been surprised by that but I suppose I had
expected to be just room temperature. The other thing that
surprised me was how his precum tasted. I had expected it
to taste badly, which was part of my overall reluctance,
but I was surprised by how sweet it was on my tongue. Unsure
how to proceed once the head was in my mouth, I simply sat
for a long moment, neither of us moving a muscle. His precum
hadn’t tasted bad which eased some of my fears about what
his semen might taste like and I was kind of anxious for the
experience to be over due to nervousness, but I knew I could
not give him an orgasm just sitting there. Then, I remembered
what some of the kids at school had called a blowjob, so I
sealed my mouth around the shaft below his head and started
to suck on the head of Tommy’s penis. With the first pulse,
so much precum came out that I thought he might have had an
orgasm. But it didn’t seem like quite enough and, other
than another ragged breath, Tommy had remained mostly
quiet. I could tell I was having some kind of an effect as
the veins on the shaft directly below me begin to pop out
more and his thickness increased, as did his firmness.
As I watched the shaft thicken and relax repeatedly while
I sucked, I was in awe of the power of it. The warmth, the rigidness,
the pulsing, all of it gave me a real sense of being at the
edge of something powerful. It was at this point that I finally
began to get aroused. I was almost ashamed at first, I was
getting aroused by having another boy’s penis in my mouth.
But the feeling was utterly intoxicating. After many long
minutes of sucking on the head I noticed Tommy began to get
restless. At first I thought it was because he was close
to his orgasm, but the movements didn’t seem right for that.
He was relaxing slightly, but his movements seemed more
out of impatience than out of arousal. I had been sucking
on his head for at least ten minutes and nothing had come
out besides precum.




Somewhere within that more relaxed mentality and high
state of arousal, something possessed Tommy. At this point,
my recollection blurs slightly, as what happened next
happened so fast and so unexpected that my mind had a hard
time keeping up. I had never put the pieces together, I suppose,
Tommy’s family life and his behavior that is. As I put him
in my mouth I had never considered what Tommy’s perspective
on sexual contact might be. And it never donned on me that
Tommy’s frustrated and aggressive behavior might transcend
the into the sexual realm. I felt a sudden movement, a hand
snagged the back of my head and I was pulled strongly downward.
At the same time, Tommy unlocked his hips and jerked in a
powerful thrust. His entire penis vaulted into my mouth
and hit hard on the back of my throat. I gagged hard and attempted
to pull away, but Tommy was considerably stronger than
me and he held my head down with both hands. In the prone position
I was in, I could do absolutely nothing. My lips and nose were
pressed hard on the cloth of his boxers and I continued to
gag repeatedly. I pondered biting down to teach him a lesson,
but I was very scared and didn’t want to raise Tommy’s anger.
I continued to gag and began to feel glad that he wasn’t as
long as me and that I had not eaten in some time. Finally,
my body giving up, the gagging began to subside and I finally
noticed how eerily quiet Tommy was as he held me down. Desperate
for air, Tommy finally let go and I collapsed, gasping and
coughing, onto the floor. But, my break was temporary, for
as I lay flat on my back breathing hard I immediately felt
the weight of Tommy’s body straddle my chest and his penis was at my face again , this time he was boxer free. I tried
to get up but our previous exchange had left me weak and Tommy
was moving quickly. I felt my forehead being pushed down
and my gasping for air was cut off by Tommy’s penis, wasting
little time, he begin thrusting at an undecipherable rhythm.
I made a muffled sound of objection but I was pretty well
stuck and gagging again at the height of each thrust. Tommy
was holding nothing back and each thrust was as far as he
could physically push himself down my throat, his testicles
slapping against my chin. I wondered briefly where he had
learned to do what he was doing to me and honestly, to this
day, I still don’t want to know. My gagging again subsided
and I laid back, slacken and defeated, watching the repeated
approach and retreat of his pubic region. He was now fully
on top of my head, his body centered directly over me as he
continued thrusting unabated. I can only imagine what
it must of looked like from a distance. A boy releasing years
of frustration and anger by essentially forcing his way
into his best friend’s mouth. There was nothing I could
do to stop him, his power and aggression had completely
overwhelmed me, and, again to my surprise, I was very aroused by it. It took me awhile
to even realize my arousal. After the gagging had stopped
and my fear had started to dissipate with his continued
thrust, I noticed I had an erection. Again, I felt ashamed
at first, it was not something that I should have been aroused
by. But I was aroused. I even reached up and placed a hand
on one cheek of his butt, feeling it flex and jolt with each
thrust. I think something about that made him uncomfortable,
because he immediately changed positions. He sat down
on my chest with his penis pointed at my chin. I took the brief
moment to take in some gulps of much needed air, but before
long I felt his hand snag the back of my head and pull it upwards
so that I faced his penis.


This time, I willingly accepted his penis into my mouth
and was again aroused by his thrusting. His movements were
so sharp that as he slid up and down my chest my whole body
was moving with him. I looked up at him, his eyes were shut
tight and he head was contorted upward toward the ceiling.
His thrusting grew wild and convulsive. They were sharp
little bursts of power that seemed out of his realm of control.
Occasionally, he would even miss my mouth and bounce off my
cheek, but it didn’t seem to phase him. He began pulling back so
far that his penis was completely outside of my mouth and
then thrusting so hard the entire thing would force its
way into my mouth and slam my face hard against his
pubic region. All I could do was keep my mouth open and catch
each angry burst willingly. He was moving so fast now that
there seemed to be no time between each thrust at all. Remarkably,
he remained relatively quiet, besides some hard breathing,
and I began to wonder how long I would be at his mercy like
this. As he pulled back from a thrust I tasted something
different and felt a splash of warm liquid over my cheek
and past my ear. I thought maybe it was his semen at last,
but did not know it could shoot out, as at the time mine did
not. But before I had time to look or reason through it, he
thrusted hard and did not retreat, holding my head against
his pelvis. There was a split second pause where I remember
thinking “What’s this about?”, then a began to feel warm
liquid spraying my throat with a good deal of force behind
it. I was in shock, first of all I didn’t even know it could
spray and second, I didn’t know anyone could produce this
much semen. In fact, after quite a few shots I was convinced
that he was in fact urinating down my throat. I did not believe
it was ever going to stop and, unfortunately, I did not get
a very good breath before hand. Just at the right time he
let go of my head and, sure he was done, I jerked my head back
to the ground gasping for air. To my huge surprise, I felt
a line of warm liquid draw across my face, and it turned out
he was not done. Unsure what to do, I laid there in shock as
a few more lines of semen splashed onto my neck and face.
Finally finished, he collapsed on top of me with his sweat
soaked stomach smothering my face.




The feeling I had at that point was beyond description.
I was not touched at all in a sexual way, hell my clothes were
still on, but I felt a kind of relief I had never felt. My whole
body was relaxed and whatever worries or stress that was
in my system was gone. In short, I felt completely supreme.
He climbed off me and put his boxers back on. Then, unable
to move myself, I heard the rustle of blankets followed
by silence. When I finally did have the strength to get up
and clean myself off, I noticed he was laying in his makeshift
bed, turned away and starting to fall asleep. The next day
he said nothing about it and I was more than glad to avoid
that awkward conversation. I spoke to him probably three
or four more times and never saw him again. What happened
was never mentioned in any of those conversations.




That little event broke a barrier in my sexual system. I
was straight and really am still straight. I am even turned
of by the idea of a guy giving me oral sex or kissing me. I love
women in such a way that I know I will never give up chasing
them, just like any other straight guy. But ever since that
incident, I find myself lusting after that “supreme” feeling
I get after another man’s has an orgasm on me or in me.