Charlie
The first time that I performed oral sex on a boy was also
the first
time a boy came in my mouth. The boy was my brother, Charlie.
I was twelve,
he was fourteen. We had fooled around several times prior
to that.
Our experiences, together, had started months before
when he had
talked me into taking my shirt off so he could see my breasts.
In return, he
had pulled down his pants and underwear so that I could see
his penis. It
had been fully erect and was around four and a half inches
long. I was
fascinated by his, seemingly enormous, erection and was
looking at it
closely when Charlie reached over and began touching my
small breasts. I was
alarmed and excited at the same time. When I told Charlie
to stop he did so
very reluctantly.
Sitting down on my bed, his pants still down around his knees,
he
asked me if I liked it when he touched my breasts. I hesitantly
told him
that I did. Actually, I had been wondering for months, what
it would feel
like to have my breasts, and other places, touched by someone
else. He then
told me to sit down on the bed beside him. I did, and he again
began to rub
his hands all over my chest. He told me that he would like
to try something
else. Without pausing, he lowered his face to my right breast
and began to
suck on the nipple. During this, he continued clumsily
caressing my other
breast with his left hand. I was in heaven, until, his hand
made its way
down my stomach and began to slip into my panties. Suddenly
I was scared
silly. He had just managed to reach my sparse pubic hair
when I practically
screamed for him to stop. I pulled away violently. Shaking,
I demanded that
he leave my room. Now he was scared. He asked frantically
if I was going to
tell mom and dad. I told him I wouldn't if he left right
then. He quickly
pulled his pants up and left, white as a sheet.
I had been very excited by that first encounter and thought
about it
constantly for days. A week or so later I decided to make
the next move. I
went into his room and, after some silly chatter, had told
him that, if he
wanted to, he could see my breasts again. He jumped at the
chance. Soon I
was sitting on the floor, my T-shirt pushed up in a roll above
my breasts.
Charlie quickly began pinching and sucking my nipples.
After a time, he
stopped and asked if he could see between my legs. He looked
apprehensive. I
was scared too, but told him yes. Slowly I stood up and pulled
my jeans and
panties down. No one had seen me like this before and I was
very nervous.
Charlie who was still sitting on the floor reached over
and began gently
running a finger tip up and down my inner thigh. I began shaking
uncontrollably and, sitting back down, I asked him to show
me his penis. He
undid his pants and, raising a little off the floor, slid
them down. His
erect penis literally jumped out when he pulled his underwear
down.
We sat on the floor side by side. I had my legs spread wide
with my
jeans and panties balled up around my ankles while Charlie,
with his hard
penis pointing straight up, gently ran his fingers around
my pubic area.
After a few minutes he asked me if I would touch his penis.
Still scared, I
reached over and lightly touched it with my finger tips.
After a little
while, I became braver and held his penis in my hand. He told
me to move my
hand up and down, which I did. He watched me stroke his penis
and began to
breath heavily. A big drop of liquid began to form on the
tip of his penis.
My girlfriends and I had talked about sex many times, and
I knew what sperm
was, but I had never seen it. I didn't even know how old
a boy had to be
before he had any. So I asked Charlie if the liquid was his
sperm. He said
that it was a little of it, but said that when sperm really
came out there
was a lot more of it. I then asked him if what I was doing was
going to make
his sperm come out. He asked me if I wanted to see his sperm
come out. I
replied that, if he wanted to let it come out, it was okay.
He told me to
hold him a little tighter and to rub a little faster. As I
did this Charlie
continued to touch me all over.
I rubbed and rubbed, but all that seemed to happen was that
the drop
on the end of his penis got a little larger. While this was
going on, the
tip of his penis touched his stomach for a moment and left
a long sticky
streamer behind. I felt a little sick and my wrist and arm
where getting
very tired. I was just about ready to stop when Charlie said
to get ready,
because, his sperm was going to come out. I leaned a little
closer and
continued rubbing. All of a sudden, Charlie's hips
twitched and his penis
spasmed in my hand. This was quickly followed by a small
squirt of whitish
liquid which landed on his stomach. I stopped stroking
his penis and said,
"eehww, yuck, " just as a second squirt landed
on his stomach. "Don't stop!"
he complained loudly. So, I started my stroking again.
Three or four more
squirts followed, each one smaller then the last, until
it just ran down the
end of his penis and onto my fingers. Finally, he told me
I could stop. I
looked at the sperm all over his stomach, and then at the
sperm on my
fingers. At first, it had been very warm, but now it was cooling
rapidly. I
felt dizzy and scared. He told me to get the tissues beside
his bed to clean
up. I brought the box over to him and, taking a couple for
myself, began
wiping the sticky stuff off my hand.
After that first, truly sexual, experience we usually
engaged in
mutual masturbation a couple of times a week. Charlie always
wanted to try
new things. After the second week he wanted to have intercourse,
but I was
afraid of getting pregnant. As an alternative for his desperate
desire to
have "actual sex", I would let him kneel over
me while we both masturbated,
stopping only after he squirted sperm on my chest and stomach.
Afterwards he
would want me to smear it around. It was really messy, but
I quickly got
used to it. A few times Charlie's sperm accidently
splashed on my face. It
wasn't too bad, so I just ignored it. Once though, he
purposely squirted a
lot of sperm on my face and asked me to taste it. I knew that
some women let
men squirt sperm in their mouths. Charlie had even shown
me pictures of
this in dad's "secret" magazines, but
I thought the whole idea was really
gross.
So when, after about a month, Charlie wanted me to suck on
his
penis, I refused. Charlie would not give up however, and
finally said that
he would lick me between my legs if I would just suck him for
a little
while. I really wanted to have someone lick me down there.
I had thought
about it a lot when I masturbated. I told Charlie that if
he licked me
first, and promised that he would not to let his sperm come
out inside my
mouth, that I would do what he wanted. Charlie agreed. I
pulled my panties
down and lay down on Charlie's bed. Charlie got between
my legs and began
rubbing me. This went on until I got tired of waiting and
asked him to start
licking me. Charlie said that he had never done this before
and, after
waiting a few more seconds, finally began licking my pubic
hair. Very slowly
he moved down until he finally started licking where I really
wanted him to.
It felt wonderful when his tongue started moving inside
me. When he put his
hands on my breasts and began to pinch my nipples between
his fingers, I
just closed my eyes, laid back and enjoyed what he was doing.
After a short
time I knew that I was going to have an orgasm. By then I was
getting very
wet between my legs and was worried that he might not keep
licking me. So, I
put my hand on his head to make sure that he didn't stop.
I tried to be as
quite as possible when it happened. I don't think that
he realized that I
had even, had an orgasm, because he just kept licking me.
Eventually, he
stopped and asked if he had done it long enough. I told him
that he had and
watched quietly as he got up and took off his pants and underwear.
Then it was my turn. He lay back on his bed and propped himself
up
on his elbows so he could watch me suck it. I asked him again,
to promise
that he wouldn't let his sperm come out in my mouth.
He told me that he
would tell me before it happened. I straddled his legs,
reached down and,
taking his penis in my hand, decided that I wanted to wash
it first. He
waited impatiently while I ran to the bathroom to get a washcloth
and a
towel. After I washed and dried his penis, I crawled back
on top of his
legs. I then asked for a tissue to wiped off the large drop
of liquid that
had already appeared on the tip of his penis. He watched
all this without
saying anything, probably afraid that if he did, I wouldn't
keep my end of
the deal. I didn't have any other way to put it off.
Lifting his penis upright, I held my breath and put as much
of it in
my mouth as I could. It wasn't nearly as bad as I thought
it would be. So, I
started sucking. He watched quitely for a couple of minutes
and then asked
me to move my tongue little. I swished my tongue from side
to side. He seem
to like this. I continued this way for a while and then shifted
my position.
This caused his penis to slide around inside my mouth. He
said that I should
keep doing that because it felt good. So, I kept moving my
head and tongue
around as I sucked on his penis. While I was doing this I realized
that I
was becoming very excited. The feeling of his legs between
my bare thighs
was wonderful. I began to squeeze my thighs together and
knew that, if I
kept this up, I would, soon, have another orgasm. This didn't
happen however.
While I had been thinking about my own feelings, Charlie's
breathing
had become very heavy. He had also begun moving his hips,
up and down,
causing his penis to slide rapidly, in and out, of my mouth.
Suddenly, he
said, "Uh... okay." And, at nearly the same
instant, I felt the first watery
squirt of his orgasm inside my mouth. His penis had been
deep in my mouth at
the time and I had accidentally swallowed some of his sperm.
I was
horrified and had just begun to yank his penis out of my mouth,
when the
second squirt splashed across my tongue and lips. The sensation
was
disgusting and it tasted terrible. I began to spit out stringy,
sticky, gobs
of sperm all over Charlie's stomach and bed. Wiping
sperm off my face I was
nearly in tears. While all this was going on, Charlie had
grabbed his penis
and stroked it frantically until he finished having his
orgasm. Afterwards,
he looked at me and slowly realized how upset I was.
I complained bitterly, that he had not given me enough warning.
Charlie apologized, but I was almost positive that he had
done it on purpose.
Charlie grabbed some tissues and began cleaning himself
and his bed while I
finished wiping the sperm off my face. I quickly put my clothes
back on and
left his room in silence.
I still had the horrible taste of his sperm in my mouth and
I felt
really queasy. Every time I thought about the sperm that
I had accidently
swallowed, I got dizzy. After a while though, I realized
that I was really
excited. I went to my room and masturbated for over an hour.
Each time I was
close to having an orgasm, I would think about how Charlie's
sperm had felt
and tasted in my mouth. The feelings that I had, made my orgasms
seem much
more powerful than they usually were.
Charlie and I continued to fool around for a few months after
that
but, I never let him come in my mouth again. Soon, we moved
on to
relationships with other people. Later, both of us were
embarrassed by the
things we had done. I still occasionally think about those
first sexual
encounters with my brother when I masturbate though, remembering
them as
some of the most intense sexual experiences that I ever
had.
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