My First Bj

I've always wanted to share my story but never had the proper forum for that. Mostly because I'm not sure how me, as a man with a great wife that does any and everything I ask of her sexually, has the need to fuck other guys. I've never had a romantic attraction to men and very seldom have I seen a man and thought that I wanted to fuck him. But here I am.

Every since I stumbled across my uncle's Hustler magazines, I have always had sex on my mind. Until my senior year in high school this had been how I relieved my frustration, until a good friend shocked me senseless one day while walking home from school.

I have known Erik since kindergarten. Until our senior year, he and I have been acquaintances more than friends. We spoke to each other at school, occasionally had lunch together and attended the same parties but we weren't close. We share the same birthday and made a big deal about it by giving each other stupid gifts, like a roll of toilet paper or a stick of gum as birthday gifts. Like I said, we were cool with each other but never close until our senior year shortly after we both turned 18.

At this point you're probably wondering what Erik and I look like. Well, back then we were both above average height with me standing 5'11" and Erik was around 6'2". We both were rail thin, medium complected black males. Erik was a little prone to acne while I managed to get through with fairly smooth skin and a rather cheesy looking mustache.

One day while walking home, Erik very nonchalantly told me that he was a fag. I was shocked that he made this statement and tried to ignore him because i didn't know how to react. We kept walking and he said it again, then stated that he was a F.A.G. meaning a Female Ass Getter. I felt a sense of relief at this lame joke and didn't think anything about it again, until a couple of weeks later. This time we were walking home from another friend's house after playing basketball as it was getting dark. Before we got to his house, Erik stopped walking in front of a wooded lot we needed to pass by and asked me to come closer to him. As I got closer he asked if he could suck my dick. I thought I misunderstood him and asked him to repeat himself. Not only did he repeat his question but reached out and grabbed by crotch through my basketball shorts. I was so shocked that I punched Erik in the chest and took off running home.

That night, all I could think about was what the fuck was wrong with Erik. Is he gay? Am I gay because he asked to suck my dick? I was confused and as I laid in bed that night, trying to imagine Regina Jernigan playing with my dick, no matter how hard I tried, all I could think of was how my dick responded to Erik's touch when he grabbed my crotch earlier that night. I finally stopped fighting with myself and imagined it was Erik's hand on my dick and came immediately and harder than ever, causing me to doze off.

The next morning I was still confused and angry at myself for jacking off to the thought of Erik playing with my dick. I avoided him at school that day and for about a month afterwards. During this time, I constantly jacked off thinking about Erik playing with my dick and growing more and more curious about finally having a sexual experience with someone other than hand So on one extremely lonely and horny Friday night, I picked up the phone and called Erik. After awkwardly making small talk, I finally asked Erik if he was serious about sucking my dick. He didn't want to talk about it over the phone and instead offered to come pick me up in his grandfather's 1978 Olds Delta 88, so we could go some place private to talk.

When Erik arrived, I nervously got in the car with him. We drove in silence to a secluded area near the local Pop Warner football field and parked on an abandoned service road the utility company used to access their electric sub station. Thankfully, the trees and brush were thick enough to obscure the car from the main road. I was so nervous that I was literally shaking and my voice cracked when we began to talk.

Not knowing what to say or where to start, Erik took charge telling me to unfasten my belt and jeans. After fumbling to pull my jeans and briefs down to my knees, Erik reached over and started stroking my semi-hard dick and asked me if I liked that. I mumbled something unintelligible and and closed my eyes. The more he stroked the harder my dick got. At the time I considered my dick to be above average compared to the other guys in the locker room but Erick seemed a little disappointed asking if that's all? This kind of surprised me but he kept stroking me, making me harder than I have ever been. Erik tried to kiss me, but I turned my head away. For some reason, kissing Erik never crossed my mind and seemed like a step too far for me.

Erik continued to stroke me for a couple more minutes then all of sudden I felt the most marvelous, amazing thing that has ever happened in my life when Erik took my dick into his mouth. The warmth and wetness of Erik's lips and his tongue swirling around the head of my dick literally set every nerve in my body on fire. I stopped breathing, closed my eyes, my legs stiffened and I could feel my balls contract. My inexperienced, virgin dick couldn't take very much and I immediately exploded in his mouth. The feeling was like nothing I've ever experienced in my life. I honestly thought I was going to pass out. Erik kept sucking, making sure he had all of my load causing a sensory overload so I reluctantly pushed Erik's head away while he swallowed my load.

While I was recovering, Erik began to pull his pants down which surprised me. At no time had we talked about me reciprocating. Just when I was about to jump out of the car, Erik's big beautiful dick sprang forward. It was the first time I have seen another guys erection. His dick was impressive to say the least. It was probably as thick as mine but a good two inches longer than my 7 incher. I now understood why he asked me if "that's all" when he saw my dick. I hesitantly reached over and wrapped my hand around his dick and was amazed at how similar yet different it felt compared to mine. It was surprisingly warm, rock hard, yet spongy at the same time. I continued to work my hand up and down his rigid penis, slowly lowering my head towards it.

Finally, I licked the tip of it with my tongue wetting the head. I did this a few times before Erik pushed my head towards his dick causing me to instinctively open my mouth. I began moving my mouth up and down on his dick. This being my first time, I was very slow and deliberate in what I was doing. I worked my tongue on the underside of his monster dick. Erik then began to slowly move his hips back and forth in my mouth. Because of his length and the girth, I was only able ro get about half his dick in my mouth. This went on for about 5 minutes and as my jaws were tiring, he picked up the pace and began to moan, signaling that he was getting close. Just as I was about to remove my mouth from his dick he pushed my head down on his dick gagging me. He began filling my mouth with squirt after squirt of his cum. Because he was holding my head in place, I couldn't move and his load found its way up my nasal cavity and out of my nose. Since I never considered I would be giving Erik a blow job, I hadn't considered what I would when Erik came.

Erik finally released my head. I opened the car door, leaned out and spit his thick creamy load out of my mouth and trying my best to clear my nose of his jizz. After a few minutes we both composed ourselves and I got back in the car. Erik began driving me back to my house, neither of us said a word. All I could think about was the salty after taste in my mouth and the burning sensation of my nose. The euphoria of my first bj had waned for the moment because of my shortsightedness in not expecting to reciprocate.

When we arrived at my house, I exited the car without saying bye or thanks or anything at at all. I went straight to the bathroom to brush my teeth and shower. Since this was on a Friday night, I had all weekend to think about what happened. While I loved the blowjob I received, I can't say I was particularly pleased with Erik holding my head down when he came. In fact, I was furious about that and swore I'd never do it again.

As time went on, I stopped thinking about this portion of my experience and begin thinking more and more about the fabulous blow job I received. After not talking to Erik for the next two weeks, I found myself calling Erik, this time practically begging for another blowjob. Thus beginning my complicated relationship with having sex with other men which I'll relay in more detail if there is interest.