This is how it happened. This story is true - no artistic license has been used - and it hasn't been embellished. It's just the story of Paul and Nick and me.
This story will - eventually cover some very explicit sexual themes - I'm not going to say what they are at this point - I don't want to give the story away. Suffice to say that if you are offended by sex of an explicit nature - please don't read on.
This story also contains descriptions of under age sex. Sue me. This is the story of my life - if you don't like that I was sexually active underage - don't read on.
- Paul - continued
"The house isn't empty".
Those were the words I hadn't expected to hear when I arrived at Paul's house. But - it was true nonetheless. The fantasy that had been running through my head all day was shattered in those few words.
Before seeing Paul that night - the day had dragged. I didn't see Paul at school and to be honest I don't think I really looked for him - I'd have been hard in an instant and would have been pretty embarrassed. I spent my time daydreaming - about my big fantasy - wanting to get my lips round a cock for the first time.
God knows I'd tried to suck my own often enough - but could never quite manage. But still - I knew the taste of cum - my own - and I loved it. I wanted to taste it directly from the source - I wanted to know what it was like to feel the cock throb against my tongue as it spurted the amazing liquid hard and fast into my mouth.
That's how I spent my day - day dreaming of cock.
Paul had underplayed just how 'not empty' the house was. It was chaos - occupied by Mum, Dad, sister, younger brother and younger twins. At 14 Paul was at least lucky enough to have his own room - so he made a mug of hot sweet tea for both of us - and we went upstairs to the bomb site that he called a room - and excavated the floor for some records he wanted to play me.
To be honest - listening to music was the last thing on my mind. I was kind of annoyed with his blase attitude. I'd spent all day thinking about this moment. Now the chance of fulfilling my fantasy had been ruled out - Paul didn't seem to care - switching into usual teenage boy mode - seemingly without a care about me - or what we'd talked about the day before.
However, my fears were allayed when he turned the music on loud enough so we couldn't be heard over the music - but not so loud that parents would get stressed and come and ask for it to be turned down.
Paul sat next to me - and spoke quietly in my ear. "Sorry - they were supposed to be going out."
"It's ok" I replied - trying to act like I wasn't really that bothered.
"So what stuff do you want to try - with a boy I mean" Paul asked me with a subtle nervousness that had me hard and throbbing.
"I would really like to - um...". Now it had come to the crunch - nervousness had begun to get the better of me.
"It's ok" Paul said - leaning close, "you can tell me".
I relaxed a little, but still stammering slightly replied, "I'd like to suck someone".
"I'd like to be sucked" said Paul, then suddenly added, "Because I wouldn't ever do anything to anyone else - I mean, being sucked is OK but I'm really into girls not boys".
I thought about this for a while. I had my doubts that Paul was as straight as he made out, (something which I've more or less learned since was untrue - he is pretty much straight), but I guess it didn't matter to me anyway. Here was a boy next to me who wanted to get sucked - and I wanted to suck - it pretty much seemed a match made in heaven to me!
"That's ok - I just want to suck" I offered, almost seeming too keen.
Paul went quiet for a second - I figured he was weighing up his next move.
"Have you ever seen a circumcised cock", Paul asked.
I was 14 and pretty naive and didn't really know what he meant - so I asked.
"One with no foreskin", Paul explained.
For American readers I guess I should explain that England circumcision is pretty rare. Paul was my first cut cock - to this day I've only had a couple more..and trust me I've had a lot of cock since.
"It takes me a while to cum", Paul added, implying that this was some kind of draw back to ... well having nothing to draw back.
I explained it didn't matter to me (and it didn't). If anything I was more intrigued - wanted to see it even more.
"We're never going to be able to do anything with everyone here though" Paul added, almost unnecessarily.
So we resigned ourselves to talking - listening to music and drinking tea. The evening wore on. It got dark outside - and eventually I realised that nothing could happen that night - and figured I should be making a move.
Paul said he'd walk me a bit of the way home - so we left his house by the front door. About 50 metres from his house he walked into an alleyway, whispering "follow me".
I got into the alley and followed behind him.
"I want you to suck me - tonight" - he whispered.
I didn't respond - I was too excited and nervous.
He walked to round the corner - we were coming up behind his house. "Here in the shed" he motioned to a shed at the back of his house. I followed him in.
We stood quietly for thirty or so second.
"Just this once - I want to see what its like", he said.
"Me too" I whispered.
"Go on then", he motioned down to his crotch with his head.
I got on my knees. I could see he was hard through the trousers of his school uniform. I unzipped him and felt inside - eager to get to what I'd been waiting for.
As I touched his cock - his head moved skyward - eyes closed. I figured he was pretending it was a girl.
I carried on - tugging his cock from his underpants. It was hard - precum glistening from the end. It wasn't as big as mine - but thick - and the cut cock looked so exotic and horny - my mouth dived on it straight away. I heard Paul moan slightly.
Paul was right - it did take him a long time to come. But it gave me a chance to begin to learn the 'tricks of the trade' that have served me so well. I sucked, kissed, teased and licked his cock I tried different movements with my tongue. When I did something Paul liked I could feel his cock throb, and he'd let out a little moan.
.and the taste.the taste, the taste. It was better than I'd ever dreamed of.
I sucked Paul for ages - until I could feel him throbbing more and more, his cock twitching. I knew it was getting close. I looked up - my eyes met Paul's looking down at me - and he came - right then. I was pretty proud that I swallowed every last drop.
I'd like to say I knew from that moment that things were going to progress - we would maybe fall in love. But I knew from the moment that Paul came - it was never going to happen. Not that he went cold on me - just, that there was no 'connection' between us. Don't get me wrong - I loved sucking him - and I sure as hell knew he loved me sucking him - but that's all it would be between us. I just hoped we'd do it more.
We would, ultimately - do a lot more. But before that happened. I met Nick...
Nick changed the whole direction of my life...