Dean and David: A True Story
Part 1
(as told to Keith Hernandez)
I was 17 and had just graduated from high school. I got my first job to make money for college at a small burger stand that sat at the edge of our university town. That's when I met David. He was going to be a senior in college and worked evenings at the burger stand. David was really popular. He seemed to take a liking to me from the get-go and I was so honored that he would even pay attention to a geek like me. He was taller, stronger, good looking, smarter, did I say popular? I was a quiet, shy, self-conscious kid who was unsure of himself, but David took me under his wing anyway, and soon I was as efficient at the job as he was. After a couple weeks, David and I teamed up to close down and clean the burger stand every Wednesday and Saturday night.
The stand closed at nine o'clock and the cooks and counter people went home. It took another hour for two people to get the place ready to open the next day at lunch. David and I were a good team and we had fun working together. He was quickly becoming my best friend because we could talk about almost anything. Eventually, David asked if I wanted to go for a cruise in his car and have a beer. I said yes and off we went cruising all the back country roads around our small town. I was so elated that a guy like David wanted me to hang out with him. We had become so familiar with each other that I didn't think twice when he started bringing up the subject a sex. He said one night that he sure would like a blow job and then asked if I ever had one. I was a little embarrassed to admit that I had never had sex with anyone before.
He started describing how a blow job feels and the best way to give one. I asked if he had them a lot and he said "Not often enough." And we had a laugh. But I was intrigued...I started to wonder about how one would feel. I started to wonder what a cock would feel like in a person's mouth. All through high school I was so busy with school work and my dad's farm that I really didn't have time for dating. I wasn't interested in girls, but I did look forward to seeing all the naked boys in the shower after gym class or track practice. I never thought about sex with any of them, I just liked looking at their strong slender bodies and comparing their cocks to mine.
One night on our drive, David pulled into a country lane and the subject of blow jobs came up again. To be honest, it gave me a thrill when he would talk about it, but I didn't know why. Finally, he looked at me and said, "I really need a blow job Dean, would you help me out?"
"You want me to suck your dick?" I was a little surprised.
"No one will ever know, Dean... and it would mean a lot to me...I mean look how good friends we are...I would really be grateful if you could give me a hand."
"I don't know," I replied, not wanting to piss him off with a negative answer. I mean, I was thinking that I might lose my friend.
I was literally shaking. I was scared and I was excited all at the same time. I don't know why I was shaking but I was. David unbuckled, unzipped, and pulled down his pants and shorts part way. I should never have shown so much interest in David's blow job stories, I thought to myself. But then I saw it. David released a good seven-inch hard cock that was just about the most beautiful example of manhood I had ever seen. It was long and straight and erupted out of a sea of jet-black pubic hair. I could not take my eyes off it. It was so handsome and masculine. It was the first hard cock I had ever seen on another man and I was hypnotized. He watched me stare at it. The shaft was not too thick and the head sat proudly on top and extended nicely beyond the diameter of the shaft. It was that perfect bell-shaped head which I always found so attractive in the gym showers.
A hand reached around and gripped my neck and massaged it lightly. A minute later, it was pulling my face down to his crotch. I'll admit--my pulse was racing. I didn't want to be a cock sucker. What would David think of me if I sucked on him? Would he want to be seen with me anymore? But something was drawing me down to his crotch, even as I put up some weak resistance.
"Come on Dean," David said, "Only you and I will know... I won't tell a living soul."
Everything seemed to move in slow motion. His voice was so soothing and convincing. I feigned resistance and turned my head, even as I sunk down and faced his big erection. He held my neck and took hold of his cock, brushing it against my lips. It was one of the most exciting feelings I ever had. I was about to do something so taboo I was almost feeling sick.
"Open your mouth, Dean," came the gentle voice above me. I did what I was told and felt my face being impaled on David's manhood. I wrapped my lips around his shaft and some hidden instinct took over and I began to bob up and down on his shaft. I started to do the things that David had told me. Stuff about how you give a good blow job by using your tongue and lips. The emotions that were running through me were terrible. On one hand I was thrilled to be pleasing David, but on the other hand a terrible sense of dread and shame filled me.
I bobbed up and down for a couple minutes and David gave me no warning he was close. Suddenly the sharp, pungent tang of David's cum filled my mouth and his soft cry filled the car. I don't know how I did it, but I held on and took it all, even though I half gagged a couple times. When his cock stopped pulsing, I swallowed his sperm--and it was a big mouthful.
We drove back to get my car and I was pretty quiet. I was so ashamed of myself that I let another boy shoot his cum in my mouth. David chatted away as if nothing happened. He dropped me off and thanked me.
Author note: This story was told to me by a reader who said one of my stories reminded him of his real-life first blow-job.
Please check out my other stories:
"Turned Out By Big Scott" and "Mark Made Me A Bottom" (gay/authoritarian)
"No Longer Straight" (Transgender/High School)
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