I walked in to his bedroom and he closed the door behind me. He led me upstairs to his room, where he had lit a scented candle to soften the mood and remove the teenage boy smell from his room. He was shorter than I thought, and it looked like he, or his Mother, was a hoarder. He opened the door, and right from the word go, things were not what I was expecting. We exchanged some pics, and 30 minutes later, I was parking up outside the Recruiter’s house. When pushed, I expanded – I’m a bottom looking for some NSF. My monosyllabic response (the type that I have come to hate receiving) was simply “fun”. Not a particularly hard-core story, but a story none the less.It was one Sunday afternoon when this 20-something ‘power top’ popped up on the big G asking me what I was looking for. Joke about it from time to time, but nothing has happened since. The ‘lubey’ sensation made me cum instantly. When he was reaching for his tissues, I scraped some of his cum from my thigh and smeared it over the head of my cock. Since I was sat next to him, I was hit a couple of times with a few spurts that landed on my leg and arm. I had seen him soft and even then it was big.Īnyway, long story short, he finished before me and seemed to have absolutely no control of where it all landed. He had a really big cock, in fact, it was quite famous amongst the girls at school. I was always pretty curious about touching another guy’s dick so I asked if I could wank him for a bit (which, to my absolute surprise, he agreed too). I remember thinking it was funny to try and sync our hands to match our wanking rhythm. Anyway, fast forward, we found ourselves sat right next to each other, wanking. I was also feeling a little restricted by the duvet so I rolled it down and released my own cock. I had to hold back from jumping over and sucking on it. That was the first time I’d ever seen an erect penis in real life and god did it get me going. He casually stood up, cock in hand and sat at the end of my bed, legs stretched, and continued wanking. More time goes on and I’m honestly getting off to the sound of him wanking more than Babestation.īeing cramped at the foot of my bed, it wasn’t long before he said that he was too squashed and needed to stretch his legs to be able to cum. Hiding his cock, he moved to the floor at the end of my bed out of view. My friend had been doing the same and before long he jumped out of his bed, saying he needed to wank, but without me seeing. By this point, I had my pants down and was jacking off, still under the duvet. The night goes on, we flick between channels and land on a full-frontal channel. I could clearly see he was doing the same. I was feeling horny and was rubbing myself under my duvet.
#1ST GAY BLOWJOB TV#
Skip the boring bits, we were both in separate beds, sipping on beers and watching good old Babestation, on his TV in his room. This one particular night, we had been allowed a couple of beers with dinner (which had gone straight to my head). We would have sleepovers fairly regularly since neither of us had girlfriends and we would end up gaming until late, so we often figured we may as well stay. When I was 16, I was sleeping over at my best friend’s house.