An Actual First Time Gay Experience (pt. 2)

So where was I?

Oh yeah, the returning visit. I spent a couple days a bit spaced out, trying to do a lot with what happened at my neighbor's house. I guess I should just get his name out there and say Craig. It's easier that way. I was scared if I had done something wrong, I was wondering if it felt bad that I liked it so much. I relived that experience, and perked off to the memory over and over. But, thankfully, within about a week, I'd get a call from Craig, asking to come mow. I rolled my lawnmower over there and did the job. Once done, he asked if I wanted to go inside again, and if not it was okay. I said yes, and in we went.

This was very similar to our first time together. Men were sucking and fucking on the TV, we had lemonade, and then Craig asked if we could do what we had before. I was again a little nervous, but I had a much more confident "Yes" this time. Also, it wasn't just a pants down situation this time. We had decided to both strip down to nothing and sit nice and close on the couch, watching porn. We were both jerking off, and I was already getting worked up, I could feel it. I was going to cum soon. But then Craig softly grabbed my arm and told me to take it slow. To just jerk slowly, all the way up and down at a nice pace to keep it going. He showed me him rubbing his cock, and then brushed my hand away from my own and gripped it. He started rubbing up and down, and he was perfect. Having him jerk my cock was amazing. But what came next was better. It was him asking to suck it.

I had never received a blowjob at this point. No previous girlfriends went past over the jeans rubbing. So when he got down between my knees and spread my legs wide, it was something I didn't expect. He gripped my cock at the base and started licking the head of my hard dick, he ran his tongue all around it and then slightly down my shaft. Then, looking me straight in the eyes, Craig slowly started to take my dick between his lips. That feel was remarkable and something I will never forget. He knew what he was doing. He was showing me not just the pure joy of what this was, but looking back, I pretty sure he was training me. I was going to get that good. For him. When I came, he swallowed. He said cum is the most special thing two men can share, and I found that I would soon agree. We then and there decided mowing was over for the summer. This is when it was decided that we were going to meet up often, and we were going to spending a lot of time nude, sweating, and in front of that TV with all that gay porn.

This time, after that first blowjob, it was time to reciprocate. And to do this, I needed some coaching. He sat back down on the couch and had me get on the floor, and get between his legs. Craig was rubbing his cock and had me get close. He told me to kiss the tip so I could get used to the feeling of his cock on my lips. I kissed it awkwardly, and he told me to kiss it for real, like it was a French kiss. I kneeled there for a moment and he repeated, like a French kiss. I went back and did just that, parting my lips and taking a bit in while touching the tip with the end of my tongue. He then said I needed to try again, but this time not just the tip, but take in the entire swollen head. I did, as he looked down at me, and he smiled. He had me continue to work his knob for the rest of our time together that day. I remember Craig saying "good boy".

That name. "Boy". It was mine moving forward. Yes, that means there more to this story.