As a bisexual male I gave my first BJ to classmate of mine. About a month later I received my first BJ from his then girlfriend, now wife. To this day, neither is aware of what I did with the other. When they got married in the late 80s, she supposedly told him that the only thing she ever did with other guys was kissing. I can't vouch for what she did with other guys but I can you that me and her definitely did more than just kiss one night when he was out of town with his family. Here is what happened:
Keith and Carol and been going out steady since the Jr. High days. To the best of my knowledge neither had dated anyone else. Both Keith and Carol wound up graduating in the top 10 of our class. Both wound up going to elite academic institutions in the fall. And Carol never had the "reputation" of being one of those girls. Anyone who was around during late 70s knows exactly what I mean. Carol was an honors student who, in those days, dressed in the "Annie Hall" style. She had Plain Jane look on the outside but if you looked deep enough there was hidden sensuality. By no means could anyone consider her unattractive. At the same time she was raised in one of those Catholic Orthodox religions and would go to church every Sunday for 2-3 hours. Needless to say, sex outside of marriage was strictly prohibited and her parents were very strict. Still, she was a very nice person and was caring, very intelligent and carried on very interesting, engaging conversations. The truth of the matter was, I loved speaking with her and did so often. I just found her interesting as hell.
Me and Keith were just about to graduate High School. Life was grand back then. We just turned 18 and in those days it was legal to drink at 18. Plus we both had cars. The only thing missing was that while we both had girlfriends, neither of us had been laid nor even gotten a BJ. The best thing I ever got were hand jobs while making out with my girlfriend. And I didn't have too many girlfriends back in those days.
But Keith was different. It seemed like we were pals forever. He wasn't part of that crowd. He was always very gentle, soft spoken and very open and easy to talk to. Whether it be playing tennis, going to concerts or sneaking beers when we were younger, we always had a very close friendship and enjoyed each other's company. As we progressed through school, we spend more and more time together. In one of our drunken/stoned fests I could have sworn he threw of some signals to me that he was interested in me sexually but I dismissed his actions as wishful thinking or delusions on my part. Nobody in school would ever suspect that I had lustful desires for other guys. I remained buried deep in the closet and for my safety wanted it to remain that way at least for the time being.
Then, one day a month before graduation, Keith and I cut school. Both his parents had gone to work and his older sisters were still at college. We fired up our first joint at 8:30 AM. We smoked and smoked and by 9:30 we were good and stoned. Then we started drinking some of his dad's whiskey.
Then Keith brought out his dad's porn collection. By today's standards most of it would be considered soft core (Playboy, Penthouse, etc.) but there were a couple hard core mags in there showing people fucking. We sat on the edge of Keith's bed and poured through them. I did a quick glance at Keith's crotch and saw that he was already hard. I also noticed he took his time and lingered over the pages that showed naked men.
As the prog rock music from the radio blared out, I was getting deliriously horny from staring at Keith. He was a good looking guy, about 6. ft. 2, and on the thin side; maybe 175 lbs. I had seen him naked in the locker room and found myself thinking more and more about his naked body when I would jack off. At the same time I was very apprehensive about going any further. What if he would go public if I made a move on him? In the late 70s it was dangerous to be found out as gay or bisexual. There was a group of 4-5 jock/Neanderthal types in our school would have "fag hunting" parties and find someone was gay or who they thought was gay (or bi) and beat the hell out of him. Sometimes putting the victim in the hospital. I know we weren't the only neighborhood who had these types and I sure as hell didn't want to be the next victim.
I was pretty fucked up myself when I asked him
"So did you get any ideas for you and Carol?"
To which he said
"Ha! I wish! The only thing she'll do with me is make out and let me touch her tits"
"Too bad" I said. "And not even a BJ, huh"
"Man what I wouldn't give to have one!" Then he confessed "That would be my first."
My eyes locked onto his. Call it the weed, call it the booze but my next words to him was
"I can take care of that for you"
I damn near had a panic attack over what just came out of my mouth.
"Seriously?" Then he lowered his voice.
"I'd like that very much. I have been thinking about us doing this for some time"
I couldn't believe my ears but I still need to be convinced more. So I told him
"We have to keep quiet about this. Neither one of us wants our reputation ruined nor our families to find out. Plus we don't want the Hitler Youth coming after us'
He just smiled, took down his jeans to his ankles and laid across the side of his bed with his feet on the floor. I knew it was now or never so I knelt between his legs and put his hard cock in my mouth. He wasn't overly big, about 5.5 but it was more than enough for me.
I really didn't know what I was doing so I tried to imitate what I saw in porn movies. I let his cock and ball aroma fill my senses as I put the head in my mouth. I heard him let out a deep groan as he said "Damnnn"
I cupped his balls and jacked his cock and worked the head in and out of my mouth, taking more and more down my throat each time. I could see his head flopping back and forth on the bed as he moaned and groaned. All the time he was saying
"So fucking good, so fucking good"
It took him a good 10 minutes to cum. My jaws were getting tired and I had tears in my eyes from all the sucking I was doing. Once I figured out how to relax my throat I got it all in. After a couple of minutes of doing that I started alternating with my hands jacking his cock and deep throating him. I just had the head in my mouth and was jacking his cock when he came. If there was anyone else in the house they would have heard him howling and moaning- he was that loud.
That was the first time I ever tasted cum. I got up, went to the bathroom and took some mouthwash expecting it to be my turn next. But when I got back he was still laying there with cock still glistening except he was passed out. Disappointed and frustrated doesn't begin to describe how I felt. I also felt like I was used. A thought crossed my mind to flip him on his tummy and fuck his smooth round ass but I knew I could never do that to him. In fact, I hated myself for even thinking that.
So I pulled his pants back up, put him in bed so it looked like he was taking a nap and went home. I didn't hear from him that night. The next day was a Friday and he all but ignored me in school. I was worried. I had no idea what he would do or if he would tell anyone.
Finally, late that night called me and said he only had a few minutes but he wanted to talk about yesterday. I said sure and we met under the street light by the corner of my street. Once I got there he told me
"Things got crazy yesterday but maybe that was a good thing because I would like to do it again. I enjoyed every minute of it!"
"Sure who wouldn't mind getting a blow job" I thought to myself with a combination of shame and cynicism.
"But next time you're first because I have been wanting to do that to you for some time"
I was so shocked and excited all I could blurt out was
"Damn, I can't wait"
He then told me he had to leave and that he was going to his aunt and uncle's place upstate because they were throwing him a graduation party and that he wouldn't be back until late Sunday night. We made plans to meet up Monday.