I was sweet eighteen when I managed to grab a job as an apprentice cabinet maker. There were a batch of six of us taken on by a new and revolutionary firm that designed and made furniture with a difference.
I always fancied my hand at carpentry and was keen to learn, I had a good foreman in John Hans well who said he'd show me the ropes - but not too much else I could take his job, he said with a laugh.
I grew to like John ever so much and he not only showed me the ropes with carpentry but also guided me to my true leaning in the store after work.
It was a Saturday, I had been given some overtime so the money would be handy. An hour into the morning along came John and whispered in my ear; "Meet me in the store in an hour okay?"
Just those words got me all of a dither because only the day before he had taught me the rudiments of doing it with another guy and I guess I was delighted that he wanted more of the same, especially because I thought I had been a complete flop.
It made me feel wanted after a rough upbringing and somehow John made it happen for me. Something that would have seemed repugnant to me before was wonderful and natural, and what a better guy to do it with than John.
He's twenty years my senior but still very active as I discovered and so when he asked for a repeat I was more than willing after our lovely session the day before.
But, after he said for me to see him in the store - for the hour following I was finding it difficult to concentrate on my work. Not only was I learning a brand new craft but also how to make it with John, and he was truly lovely, he had a wonderful disposition and a calm and joyful nature that I did not find it awkward at all when he showed me for the very first time how to take him by mouth.
I remember him smelling of wood chippings, and when he lowered his pants down to his knees. revealing to me a brown and pink erection, I felt quite at ease with the way he did it, no pressure just- him announcing -
"Here it is, Pete for the wanting, and you will know what it wants."
I shall always remember those words, seeing John standing there with that gorgeous stance, he did look divine and immediately I felt an ominous swelling in my groin.
I was still in a sort of trance - was this really happening, was I really tucked away in a locked store with a guy showing me his wares?
"Do you need something to kneel on, Pete?" he asked and when he placed a cushion on the floor in front of him I soon got the hint.
"You never sucked before? He asked.
"Never."
"Well that makes it all the more thrilling. Just chill and take it as it comes, I like that, want you to get used to the idea and if you are very good I will suck you later and then as we progress, perhaps more too, would you like that Pete?"
I nodded shyly. .But I knew at once my leaning and I sort of felt like a servant that first time bending down to my knees and seeing him at full close up.
"Just sniff and discover for the time being Pete. I remember my first time. I want that. There is something magic in watching a young lad like you discovering his true potential. Get the feel of it and enjoy. I want you to enjoy as much as I."
The scent was a mixture of wood chippings and the unmistakeable scent of highly sexed cock. Something which I had always been aware of when masturbating myself. I gingerly touched and squeezed it all over, feeling the texture, watching it jerk to my touch, it was al so wonderful and enthralling,
"That's lovely Pete. Let me pull it full back for you so you can see the head and p-hole."
And he did, it seemed enormous but very sucker friendly. This was to be it, the time had come to really start a gay relationship. I closed my eyes and closed to his erection until I felt it gently surge against my mouth. I gently touched it with the tip of my tongue and heard his moan as I did that.
That made it all the more palatable and I felt the immediate urge to take first the head into my mouth, close my mouth around it to take in the taste, and lick it around and around and across the p-hole. Johns moans were spontaneous and I sill, had my eyes closed as I went for it, the deep sensual suck.
He took it away from me. At first I thought I wasn't doing it right. He laughed and said he just wanted to stretch it back once more. That he would get better sensitivity like that. And I could see why because he really started to get revved up as he jiggered it about in my mouth, bending it this way as he grasped it firmly - holding it up and his balls as well to give me a real good access -and I was about to learn just how such a connection as my mouth with his devout cock had on this guy, how he started to murmur dirty talk spurred on by my sucking and licking.
A first I was concentrating on the scent and taste, it was salty and earthy but really pleasant to suck, to feel the generosity of its volume stretch the corners of my mouth and the texture was lovely, I could have sucked him to Kingdom come but instead it was until he cum - he warned me and I quickly retracted, not ready to take that. Maybe that is what he wanted because his strong hands were clasping the back of my neck pushing his cock deep into my throat. But I managed to get away from him and he came with such a spurt he probably would have chocked me.
