Jerk me off and I'll suck you off

At the time of this story, a big part of my life was playing on a local football team in Vancouver. We were good and as a good player (fullback), I was really into the game. These two occasions were the only sexual interactions I ever had with a male.

A few games into the season a guy named Paul joined the team. He wasn’t particularly good, but certainly tried hard and didn’t hurt the team when he was out there. I kind of felt sorry for him as another guy on the team went to the same school as him, disliked him intensely, and got his friends on the team to treat Paul badly. After a game, Paul asked me if I wanted to go to a burger joint not far from the field and, as it turned out, his house.

We went to the place and ate some disgusting grease washed down with sugar water. Then Paul asked me if I wanted to go to his family’s house, so we could smoke a spliff and l could check out a porn mag he’d just procured. Sounded good to me, and off we went. We got to the house, where Paul rolled a joint that we smoked in the backyard (his parents were working and he was an only child). Then he said we should go to his room and he’d show me the porn mag. Amazingly, I wasn’t sensing a set-up!

We went into his bedroom and he told me to sit on the bed. Paul went to his desk, pulled out a black-and-white mag and handed it to me. I opened it and it was pretty well filled with guys sucking cock, assfucking closeups, and cumshots. I was kind of dumbfounded by all this and by the time I’d finished gawking at the porn, Paul was getting out of his football pants, jockstrap, and underwear. “That’s pretty hot stuff, eh?” he asked. I replied that I thought “gay stuff” was gross and that I was leaving. Paul said, “You’ll never know what you’re missing, if you don’t try. I’ll suck you off and you can just jerk me off. I’m really good at sucking cock. You’ll like it!”

Paul had gotten naked down below and in spite of myself, I was rock-hard and really excited. Our cocks at that age were about the same length, 5 or 5 1/2 inches, but mine was quite a bit thicker than his. I too got out of my pants, jock, and underwear, and stood there not sure what to do. “That’s a real nice, thick cock you have there and I like it when they’re curved like that. Just stand there,” he said.

He knelt in front of me and ingested my cock almost entirely, his jaws stretched wide. He started bobbing his head slowly, twirling his tongue around my glans, and when he cupped my balls in his hand, I exploded. Waves of indescribable pleasure ripped through me, and Paul swallowed every drop. “Man, you’ve got a big load,” he enthused. “I’ve got a big one too, but I jerked off this morning so I probably won’t shoot as much as you did.” He sat on his bed and patted the space beside him.

I figured in for a dime, in for a dollar, and sat. He tried to kiss me, but I pushed him away. “I’ll jack you off, that’s it, and then I’m out of here. And if you ever tell anybody about this, I’ll kick the shit out of you!” With that, I encircled his throbbing cock with my fist and started to slowly and gently pump his meat. His cock felt hot, hard, and smooth at the same time and I could feel it pulsing in my hand. He told me to stop and quickly grabbed some kind of hand cream from his bedside table. “Please,” he asked, “grease me up with this.”

I squeezed some of the cream into my palm and gently applied it to his cock. I re-started my slow, easy stroke and Paul started to moan. “Oh God, I’m gonna cum! Oh God, don’t stop!” A few more pulls and he came, moaning incoherently. A couple of big cumshots hit his chest and a bunch more jizz pulsed over my hand and into his pubes. For a guy who’d jacked out a load in the morning, I had to admit it was a really good wad. He asked me scoop his cum off his chest, and when I did, he grabbed my wrist and brought my hand to his mouth. Paul licked up all the cum and swallowed it.

At that point, I dressed and left, repeating my threat of the consequences if he told. When I got home, I had to admit it had been an exciting experience, but I felt a bit ashamed as I was girl-crazy (if not all that successful!). However, it didn’t’ stop me from jacking off that night to the memory of what had occurred. Paul quit the team a few days later, and as we went to different schools I thought I was off the hook with respect to our little secret.

Flash forward about six years. I was riding the bus home after a night at the pub when who should get on but Paul. I was hoping he wouldn’t recognize me, but he did and sat down beside me. “Want to come to my place? You can stay the night or I’ll pay for your cab home,” he offered. I declined and we sat silently. When we got to his neighbourhood, he stood to ring the bell and said, “Last chance.” Not knowing what came over me, I got off the bus with him and followed him to his nearby house.

Things pretty much repeated themselves. We dropped our suit pants to the floor. I was now a thick 6 1/2 inches and he was still about the same length as me but much thinner than me. Paul dropped to his knees in front of me and took me sweetly into his warm, wet mouth. I’d picked up a fair bit of sexual experience by this time and was able to resist the urge to blow my load for several minutes. Then he deep-throated me, his nose buried in my pubic bush and his tongue reaching out for my drawn-up balls. I came ecstatically, filling his mouth with my thick cum and pumping the rest of my goo down his throat. Paul swallowed my jism and complimented me on the size of my load. I sat in an armchair and he joined me with some Astroglide and sat on the arm of the chair. I greased his skinny cock with the lube and initiated a slow stroke. After a couple of minutes, he moaned to go faster and harder. I did and couldn’t believe the outcome.

At least eight or 10 huge ropes of cum sprayed from Paul’s cock and got blasted all over his shirt and the carpet, while he groaned gutturally how good it felt. This time, he scooped up the cum himself and brought it to his mouth to swallow. Paul called me a cab and I took it home. I avoided that bus for the rest of the time I was in the Lower Mainland and didn’t see him again. Although the incidents between us were exciting and pleasurable, I knew the gay or bi lifestyles weren’t for me. I like to think Paul made me tolerant, though.