First Ever Blowjob

First Ever Blowjob
By: JackieBigTits

We're running through the town with an ounce of hash and a box of candles. There's only one place we could be going. They seem to have boarded up the door again but we are equipped with Doc Martens' and a need for something, anything, to do. Small towns are not the most exciting places in the world when you're a teenager. After nonchalantly kicking the door in, we settle down to our sophisticated evening of entertainment - setting fire to things, trying to find someone who will buy us vodka, graffitiing, playing boat races and generally being delinquents.

Our stylish evening abode is furnished with an overturned bookcase that serves as both table and chairs, several breeze blocks, a giant piece of plywood that serves as a door (to keep light from reaching the street more than anything), and a lot of dust and rubble. Someone else with nothing to do at night has built a skate ramp in the next room. Our wall art is a local paper from 1979, when the building shut down. I have so far stopped people from scribbling swear words on it, because I think it's quite cool.

5 of us are there. Getting stoned, CD (!) player blaring Cypress Hill, playing silly games, talking, laughing; and as grown-ups fail so vigourously to understand, living! Eventually, inevitably, D says something to L and she storms off in a huff. He follows; we make jokes about the make-up sex they have obviously staged to get away from the rest of us. Horny bastards. At 9 o'clock, C leaves to get his lift home.

It's just us, the candlelight, and the breeze blocks. How romantic! Since we are still trying (poorly, we later discover) to keep our relationship secret, this is the point when K and myself practically fall on each other snogging. Snogging - what an awful word. But it fits - too much saliva, too much force, too much tongue. We were young and didn't know better.

After a while, K sits up, makes a cigarette, and seems to come over all shy for a minute. "What's up?" I ask. "Well... I was wondering... if you might... give me head?" he replies. It's the first time I've tried. And I'll try anything once - except bungee jumping. My head buzzes with questions as I agree. Will I like it? Will he like it? How do you even do it? What does it taste like? What if I'm crap at it? Will this even fit in my mouth?!

He unzips his jeans and takes out his cock. It's really too cold for any more stripping than that, but when I take it in my hand it feels like it's on fire. I start very carefully - I've heard enough rumours to know not to let my teeth near it, anyway. First, I just use my lips to rub up and down on his shaft. He makes some appreciative noises and then suggests I use my tongue, like when we kiss.

Now that we're older, K is an awesome kisser. He always had the makings of one. I've never kissed anyone who did it like him. Very... flicky, quick. Like a cat lapping up milk. He also gives awesome head, something to do with his mum giving him mini yoghurts without a spoon in his lunch box. Well, it did wonders for mine anyway.

So I settle back to work, trying to add a flickering tongue to my ministrations. I soon figure out where the sweet spot at the base of his cavalier's helmet is when he unexpectedly moans out loud. I haven't quite figured out how to breathe while I'm doing it yet, so I stop for a moment and use my hands. He softens a little and I shift position so I can move faster and easier. As I look up he winks at me and I giggle, make my best pornstar face and rest the tip of his cock on my tongue. It twitches excitedly and I taste my first ever precum. It tastes quite good, I think. So without the worry of yukky tastes to come, I redouble my efforts. Before long he starts to rock with me, bringing his hips up to meet my face as I go down. I can reach about halfway down his shaft, but there is no way it's going down my throat. I start to move quicker, putting my hand on his thigh to steady myself, and before long his cock is twitching in my mouth again. It tastes great, if a little weird, when he comes on my tongue with a long, drawn out moan. I smile and brush off my hands and knees while he recovers, lying on the bookshelves with a grin on his face. After a quick swig of coke (the aftertaste isn't quite so nice) I start to make another spliff and ask "So how did I do?"