A Night to Remember

It was about 10 pm and I was on the way home from evening school in the city, where I was supposed to be finishing my secondary school education. It’s a pleasant journey home because I lived in Mosman, a suburb on the shore of Sydney Harbour, and the journey entailed travelling on the ferry. I had just taken my seat on the upstairs deck when a young, well-dressed man sat down opposite me. I didn’t stare at him but I could see that he was about 8-10 years older than me, had dark hair and wore a navy coloured overcoat and had a briefcase. I didn’t think of it at the time but as I look back, I realise he was a good looking guy. Once he was settled he took out a pack of cigarettes from his coat pocket and then asked me if I had a light. I handed him my lighter and he offered me a cigarette; then we started chatting. I didn’t know it but I had just been picked up. By the time we arrived at Mosman we were chatting quite freely, and we walked up the hill from the wharf to our homes. I asked him where he lived, and to my surprise it was just across the road from my home and a few doors down. As we approached his flat he asked if I’d like to come in for a coffee. I said “Yes” and went in with him. The flat was really tiny, with barely enough room for the bed and a tiny kitchenette. He dumped his bag, removed his overcoat and jacket and went into the kitchenette to put the kettle on; meanwhile, still unsuspecting, I was standing by the bed as there was nowhere else to go. When he’d done that he walked towards me as if to go past and then stopped and touched my thigh. It shocked me because I was totally not expecting this and I knew what it meant. But it thrilled me and I didn’t react. He moved his hand to my cock and started feeling me. Instant erection! The sensation of his hand on my cock was delightful and irresistible. Then he shocked me again by asking me if I’d like him to suck my cock and cum in his mouth. I couldn’t believe my luck. This was, for me, the stuff of fantasy. It was the kind of thing that I fantasized about but never thought would happen to me, yet here was this stranger offering to suck my cock. I was almost in a daze as I agreed. I undid my belt and pulled my trousers down, and he got me to lie on the bed on my back. Taking hold of my penis, which was as hard as an iron bar, he put his mouth around it and started work on me. It was heaven. I could feel the softness, warmth and moisture of his mouth as he rode my cock with it, sliding up and down and whichever other way. This was a totally new experience and I was absolutely loving it. However, too soon, the inevitable happened and I shot my load into his mouth. He slipped his mouth from around my cock and spat my load, and I wiped myself and pulled my pants back up. It was all over in no time. He said I had a nice cock and suggested we meet again so that we could have real sex in a bed. At this period of my life the thought of kissing and cuddling a man was totally unappealing, and I confess it still is. Perhaps that attitude could change with the right person but I guess I’ll never know. Anyway, I was noncommittal and said goodbye and went home. I never saw him again. I was young and very green and didn’t appreciate the gift horse in front of me. But that isn’t the end of the story. A couple of days after this, I contacted my wank buddy Warwick. We’d masturbated together for a couple of years, and since we’d left school and got jobs we used to get together now and then and keep up the practice, masturbating together and each other. There was an old mattress under his house and we used to lie on that and do it. So I asked Warwick if he wanted to come and have a beer, which meant that I wanted to masturbate with him but didn’t want to say so plainly. He knew what I meant and always obliged. I wanted to suck his cock and let him cum in my mouth because my experience with the handsome stranger had made me curious as to what it would feel and taste like. So I asked Warwick if he’d like me to do that for him. He probably had a similar reaction to mine when I was given the same offer, and eagerly said “Yes”. He pulled his pants off and lay on the mattress on his back and I moved over to take him in my mouth. I put my face down to his lovely, stiff penis, and put my mouth over it. I could feel his pubic hairs brushing my skin and I could smell the pleasant odour of his cock. The skin of his penis was silky smooth and his cock was really hard, and I started bobbing up and down on it, swirling my tongue around its head. I‘d never done this before but it must have been alright because he soon came, erupting with a load of spunk into my mouth. I kept working his cock until he’d finished and then spat out the spunk. I should have swallowed it but, as I said, I was green and didn’t know how many things were possible. Even though I’d spat out his cum, I could still feel the stickiness and thickness of it in the back of my throat. I wasn’t sure if I liked that sensation, but it was cum and should be enjoyed. I remember these occasions and still replay them in my mind. Separately or combined, they are some of the most exciting sexual experiences of my life. They could have been done better, and the second of them would have been if I’d had more knowledge and experience. But probably because the feelings aroused by them were so new and powerful, they are unforgettable. Many guys have and give better head jobs frequently, but to a 16 year old, green boy, these experiences were fantastic, and I count myself lucky to have had them. There are two regrets however. One is that I didn’t take the opportunity to meet the guy on the ferry again. Not only would we have had some great times but he would have taught me so much. The other is that I’ve never had my cock sucked to ejaculation since that time, nor have I sucked one. And now my greatest sexual fantasy is to suck a cock and take the cum and swallow.