This was originally posted as a reply in the "sexuality" forum.
It was suggested to me that I should post it here on the stories forum.
It's descriptive but not what most would consider "graphic" in nature.

Nina here.
My first time was with a friend of my oldest brother.
I was pretty much a tom-boy back then and I liked hanging out with my brothers and their friends.
They did the things I like to do. Mainly sports.
They didn't mind me hanging around because 1) I wasn't a bad athlete "for a girl" and 2) They could get me to haul most of the stuff to and from whatever game we were playing (in exchange for letting me play too)
The local park had a baseball diamond we could use if none of the "organized" leagues were using it.
I got there early only to find out that one of the guys had gotten there ahead of me.
We were sitting in the dugout waiting for everyone else and the conversation came around to me hanging out with the guys.
He said that if I wanted to keep doing it, I'd have to start doing a little more than just helping out with the equipment.
He asked me if I knew what a blowjob was and I said "yes"
He asked if I had ever given one and I said "no"
Then he asked if I had ever seen a penis when it was hard. I said I had seen pictures but never in person.
He stood up and faced me, standing between my legs.
He asked if I wanted to see one now and I guess I couldn't think of anything else to say so I said "uh, sure, I guess so".
He unzipped his fly and pulled it out.
I don't know how big it was but when it's your first one and it's inches from your face, it seems huge!
He told me to touch it and then wrap my hand around it and stroke it.
It seemed like it was getting harder and longer and he told me to kiss and lick the head.
Gradually he worked it between my lips.
I couldn't take very much of it but once it was in my mouth he did most of the work.
Here's what went through my head.
"Do I really have a guys dick in my mouth?
Isn't this something that only sluts do?
Am I doing it right?
Does he think I'm a slut?
Am I really doing this?
Does he think I'm a slut?
Am I supposed to get something out of this? My friend said she really enjoyed doing it.
Does he think I'm a slut?
Is he going to tell all of his friends?
Will they think I'm a slut?
Is he going to cum in my mouth? I've heard it taste horrible.
If I swallow, does that make me a slut?
Does he know that I've never done this?
How come I don't feel like such a slut?
Should I call my friend later and tell her I finally did it?
Will she think I'm a slut?"
It took him less than a minute to cum.
I didn't know what to expect so it was a big surprise for me when it hit the back of my throat.
I didn't gag but I did start to choke a little because I wasn't swallowing fast enough.
He held my head in place until he was finished and told me to clean it off with my mouth.
He put his penis back in his pants and told me that it was ok for a first time but he expected me to do better the next time.
Being naïve, I thought this meant we were boyfriend and girlfriend. After all, we had done something intimate and he said "next time" which I thought meant he wanted to see me again.
Then he ruined it by saying that the other guys were going to want me to do that for them too.
I was hurt as only a love-struck girl can be hurt.
I told him that if he told anyone, I'd tell my brothers and they'd kill him.
He said "ok. We'll keep it between us" and sadly enough I gave him a few more blowjobs that summer and he eventually became the guy that took my virginity.

 

you got off to a good start.

 

mmm how old were you?

 

Not allowed to say.
Forum rules violation.

 

Wow, this is by far one of the best stories I've read. We all like different aspects of a story for different reasons. Myself, I like a Real Story about what really happens, how it really happens. This is a great example of that. This story exemplifies a very real example of what those first experiences are like. Regardless if it's true word for word or not. Which, is exactly what I personally find the most sexy and stimulating when it comes to sexual stories and/or sexual chat. I'd love to chat with you sometime Speakeasy.

 

Thanks for the feedback. Glad you liked it. We have other stories you can do a search for.

 

good for the first try have actually heard simalar attempts by others guys can be pigs no doubt but face it , it happens

 

thxs speak u made me happy today

 

Amazing.
Would be good continued.

 

This goes back to the summer of my high-school graduation.
I was of legal age (18) yet very naïve about the ways of the world and men in particular


Kevin had some friends over and as guys are likely to do, they started talking about first conquests.
We are all close so they weren't shy about me hearing their tales They finally got around to asking me to tell them about the first time some guy felt me up and it dawned on me that I had a boy’s penis in my mouth several times before I had a boy’s hand up my shirt.
I told them it I didn't remember it so it must not have been very memorable.
I do remember it though. I think all girls remember such things.
Here's my story.

I grew up a tomboy and played sports with my brothers and their friends.
There were no special allowances made for me being a girl.
This meant there was a lot of contact, touching and grabbing going on.
I came of age being use to being touched by guys. Most times incidentally during the game and a few times not so innocently but my brothers put a quick stop to it if they thought it was intentional and not just in the course of play.

Fast forward a few years and there’s a guy I’ve been giving oral pleasure to for a few months. Back then, I would have called him my “boyfriend” but looking back, he never took me anywhere, never acknowledged me as his girlfriend and only wanted me when no one else was around (He didn’t like me, he liked that I gave him blowjobs)
He wanted more and I wasn’t quite ready to actually “do the deed” so I thought blowjobs would keep him happy until I was ready.

Today, the garage at his house would be called a man-cave but back then it was more of a rec-room.
We were on the futon “making out” which consisted of us French kissing and rubbing each other over our clothes as a preamble to me giving him head.
I pulled him out of his pants and leaned over to take him in my mouth. He had his hand on my back and was rubbing it in little circles with just enough pressure to keep me from sitting up (I don’t know why, I had never refused to give him head or stop once I had started)

His hand went down to rub my butt and then slid back up. This time going up the inside of my shirt.
He continued to rub circles on my back, slowly moving his hand up.
I didn’t think anything of it until his fingers came to a stop on the clasp at the center of my back.
I froze and so did he. Once he stopped, I went back to doing what I was doing.
A few seconds later, he started moving his hand again but somehow managed to not remove his fingers from the band on my bra.
I froze again when I felt him trying to unhook the clasp. He was older than I was but still very inexperienced when it came to working that most complicated piece of engineering known to teenaged boys, a “brassiere”.
I felt it come apart (I wasn’t big enough to have it “spring open”) and I started to rise up to protest.
He pushed me back down and told me to relax, that there was more to being grown up than having a cock in your mouth.
I went back to the afore mentioned cock in my mouth and he continued to rub my back in ever widening circles.
Because I was laying on my stomach with my head in his lap, he couldn’t really get his hands under me to properly feel me up and I didn’t have any “side boob” yet.
I wasn’t doing a very good job with my mouth because I was thinking about what he was doing with his hands.
Finally, I stopped and asked him “Do you want to come in my mouth or do you want to play with my boobs?”
"Come in my mouth or play with my boobs" were two options I didn’t think I’d ever hear myself offer to a boy just a few weeks prior but I had become quite bold when trying to impress him with how 'adult" I was.
After a few seconds of thought, he said “Turn over, I want to feel them”
I rolled over, using his thigh as a pillow and closed my eyes. I didn’t want to see the disappointment on his face when he saw how small my breast were (at the time).
He slid his hand up the front of my shirt, pushing it as he went. When he got to my bra, he slid his hand up under it and continued to push until my bra and shirt were bunched up under my chin. (Very romantic, let me tell you)
He rubbed and squeezed my breasts and pinched and pulled on my nipples.
I don’t know if he even knew why he wanted to play with a girls boobs, he just knew that he was supposed to want to and he was supposed to enjoy it.
Me? I didn’t see what the big deal was. I know that a boy seeing your “privates” was taboo but I got nothing out of any of it.
I was nervous about it but received no physical thrill from it. (That would come later). It didn’t feel bad, it just didn’t feel special, other than that uncomfortable feeling I had.
His penis was standing at attention with the head about even with my ear. He turned my head to face him and indicated that I wasn’t finished yet.
I could have argued that he had made a choice but figured it wasn’t worth the effort.
I took the head of his penis back into my mouth while he continued to play with my breasts. I felt him becoming harder and starting to twitch and after the first few times of doing it, I recognized the signs of his impending ejaculation.
I flipped all the way over and took him completely into my mouth until he was finished.
I turned back over and lay there, again using his thigh as a pillow while he went back to rubbing my chest.
This became our new routine whenever we were alone. Kissing, fondling over the clothes, bl0w job and boob play.
He never asked me to take my top off and remove my bra, just unhook the bra and push everything up to give him access.
I still had never seen him naked, except for when he pulled his dick out of his pants (not counting at the pool when he was in swim trunks)
It stayed that way until the day came when we were done, I was laying there with my shirt pushed up and he tried to put his hands under the waist of my shorts.

 

Good start

 

great story made me hard

 

i love your stories

 

Great story!

 

My first bisexual experience giving head was about 2 years and 3 months ago. We met up by the river and he got into my car and he started sucking me first and it was starting to feel really good so I unbutton his pants and started sucking him. He came in my mouth in under a minute.

 

Why you Slutty McSlutSlut who Sluts...How would you describe the first incident in terms of consent vs reluctance?

Good day

 

I like the sketch for some visual appeal. Nice touch!

I agree, the awkwardness is relatable for a lot of us when recalling our firsts. Especially whenever we tend to idealize memories, or simply skim over things we thought mundane. Then again, we can blow bad aspects out of proportion sometimes, too. There's the old saying that time lends to perspective, but I think it can distort it just as much. Like I mentioned in another conversation, trying to remember things as they were, how it felt then versus how it felt later as things changed, sometimes it seems hard to keep it pure.