Does anyone forget their first time? I remember mine in exact detai since I had been writing in a diary daily or weekly since I was a kid. I've still got the diaries, and still get off reading them. Once I hit puberty the diary became mostly about girls and guys I liked and my jerking off. One of my friends was 2 years older and lived a few streets over and I had a massive crush on him. Let's just say we were both high school age. He was a skilled guitarist and we loved the same music, and he was teaching me to play. My parents were friends with his parents, and they never questioned how much time we spent together. My parents thinking I'm getting guitar lessons was better than them finding out I was hanging out almost daily with a seriously gorgeous blonde teen (he looked like Austin Butler with the typical shoulder length feathered late 70's hair) smoking weed, cruising in his 280Z, and lusting after his straight (yeah right!) ass. In the summer we were at my pool constantly, and the sight of his tanned hard body was more than I could handle. I've always hated feet, but his feet were perfect, and I got hard just seeing them. We both had girlfriends, and I made sure nobody suspected I liked guys too, nobody was "out" back then. My daily stroke sessions were not enough: I needed a plan to get into his pants. We had slept over each other's houses and I hoped he would make a move and he never did, either of our families gave us enough privacy. I was afraid to make the first move because he might tell everyone I was queer, or beat me up (he was bigger and stronger than my 5'5", 130 lbs). As luck would have it he asked me to go camping in the woods on my birthday! Not that he was implying anything sexual, just us and our guitars, a boo box, and weed in the woods. However, I sure was planning on scoring no matter the risk. It took all the willpower I had, but I managed to not jerk off for a week so I would be extra horny for him. Cut to that night in the tent: it was hot outside and we were taking off our clothes to sleep in our underwear as usual. We had seen each other in our underwear numerous times, but I'd always jerk off in the bathroom before going to bed at our houses, so he never saw me hard. The fact that we were over a mile from any houses in the woods, the good weed we had smoked, and my extreme horniness, made it impossible to stay limp. We were sitting cross legged in our underwear playing cards when I went fully hard very quickly. I noticed he was getting hard too. I could feel my face turning red, and he was looking right at my crotch. To my surprise, he smiled and told me I had big dick! I don't know where I got the nerve, but I just sat up on my knees and pulled my black undies down. My dick flew up and slapped loudly against my stomach. We were stoned on some great weed, but not so stoned we didn't know what we were doing. He smiled and said "Ohhhh.....dude..." and reached out and grabbed my dick. His other hand started feeling my balls. Even without the weed as an aphrodisiac, this was still THE greatest moment of my life up to that point. I'd fooled around with guys before, but it was just innocent stuff. This was full on sexual and with passion. I'd never even jerked another guy to orgasm before. His hot hand somehow made my full boner even bigger and harder! Our eyes locked, and I don't know who leaned in first, but we started kissing passionately. The sensations were too much and my legs started buckling, so I lay back on my open sleeping bag. Our lips stayed locked as he layed on my chest and wrapped his legs around mine. His white undies were still on as our crotches bumped against each other. The Doors "Indian Summer" was playing on the portable stereo. He broke our kiss and asked me to blow him, which I happily agreed to. I still remember every second of it. He rolled over onto his back and started running his hand through my hair. I pulled his undies down and out popped a 7 and a half inch, thick, cut piece of Swedish meat. His big balls were heavy and hot as I massaged them. This was before guys started the stupid practice of shaving, and he had the most gorgeous thick patch of dark blonde pubes! His crotch smelled like Dial gold soap, to this day that smell makes me horny! I grabbed his throbbing cock in my fist and gently squeezed to make him moan. I licked the head to tease him, licked up and down the shaft, sucked his balls. He was in heaven, and was very verbal, which I love. Then came the moment I had been dreaming of ever since I saw my first porno mag: I opened my mouth and swallowed his entire dick in one gulp. I knew in that instant that I was going to be a cocksucker for life. It must be instinct because I just knew how to suck cock without any instructions. Just as I did when I jacked off, I edged him over and over until he had to blast off. He held my head in his hands as he shot off in my mouth, swearing groaning and whimpering. I kept sucking until he finally pulled my head away, I wanted more. Then I watched as he blew me, almost as if in slow motion. When I came my vision blurred and it was the best orgasm I'd had so far. We spent the night kissing and sucking. He woke me up in the morning by rubbing his morning wood on my face. When I opened my mouth he slid it in and let out a loud moan. One great thing about being so far from civilization was we could make as much noise as we wanted. He told me he wished he had brought some Vaseline for jerking and fucking. 
I went home that night and fucked myself with the handle of a hammer, it was the most cock like thing in the house that wouldn't break or cut me. I discovered how much better an orgasm was with something up my ass. It wasn't long before we were fucking each other. Usually I bottomed since I just couldn't get enough of his big dick plowing my tight ass. We both found we loved having sex outside. Probably the most daring thing I ever did was letting him fuck me on a chaise lounge by my pool on a hot August afternoon. Had anyone walked around the back of our house they would've seen everything.