My First Blowjob (L)
This post contains strong language (L).
INTRO
Back in the day, when I was young and just figuring out about sex, my sexual interest, awareness, awakening, whatever, was in full gear! Holy Toledo, I loved what I was discovering! Horniness was fun! Not just masturbation, but just being a horny guy! I didn’t have a huge cock or balls, but my boys were pumping out the testosterone like they had someplace to go! And girls around me were developing in ways that grabbed me by my eyeballs, and screamed “LOOK AT HER!”
PARK SET-UP
Growing up, we lived next door to a playground/park with ball fields, a small rec building for games (remember Nok Hockey?), and such. So all the kids hung out there, dawn till dusk, and playing in the dark after dinner. There was one guy who was really cool, and his older brother, even more so. They had serious “playground cred”, and were not to be taken lightly. I knew both of them, and while not best friends, they were good to hang with every now and again.
A new family moved in on the next street over, and let’s just say, the three girls quickly became popular. They weren’t nasty or trashy, but smart, friendly, funny, great looking, and on the leading edge of sexually free attitudes. One was my age, one a year older, and the third a year older still. The cool older brother and the new older sister hung around a lot, and even my fledgling testosterone radar could tell something was going on.
One day when the park wasn’t open and the building was supposed to be locked, somehow we three were sitting on a picnic table nearby. Also somehow, no one else was around.
“Want to get in the building and mess around?” the older brother asked the older sister. I didn’t know my eyes could get any bigger as I listened.
“Yeah, let’s do it,” she replied. My eyes set a new personal best for shock and awe.
“We’re going to play strip poker in the office. Do you want to play?” he asked me. My jaw fell open, and just missed hitting the table.
“No, I don’t think I can,” I said, in what was probably a blessing, but at the time seemed like the defeat of my young, sexual life.
“Well, you could always blow yourself.” he offered in empathetic consolation.
BLOW YOURSELF
Now, understand, I just barely had an idea of what a blowjob was. There was no internet, no access to porn (another good thing), and even the Playboy in the drug store wasn’t showing cocks nor oral sex back in the day. I half-knew what it was, and also knew it was a physical impossibility. My mouth was up here; my cock was down there. How’s that supposed to happen? I thought to myself.
“How’s that supposed to happen?” I asked, as if my mouth just had to announce every thought.
“Easy. You lay on your back, roll your legs up, over, and past your head, take your cock in your mouth, and just blow,” he explained, as a long-ago Obi Sex Kenobi.
“Oh, right. I knew that. Thanks, but I have to go now,” I said in retreat. I wanted to give them their space, and I needed to breathe into a paper bag for a while.
THE OPPORTUNITY
A day or two later—again, somehow—all my family was out doing stuff, and I was home alone with not much to do. As you know, when you’re doing nothing, your mind wanders. I could hear his voice as clear as day.
“Easy. You lay on your back, roll your legs up, over, and past your head, take your cock in your mouth, and just blow.”
I shared a downstairs bedroom with my brother—two single beds, and the desk where I was sitting. The house was quiet with everyone gone. It didn’t seem like I had to think about it or made any mental decision. I just stood up, dropped my jeans and “tighty whiteys”, took off my shirt, and the next thing I knew, I was laying naked on my bed.
DOING IT
“Easy. You lay on your back …” OK, simple enough. On my bed, on my back. Nice and comfy. All good so far.
“… roll your legs up, over, and past your head …” It took a try or two, but I was a skinny young teen and so could do it. Putting my feet against the wall behind my pillow to steady myself sure helped.
“… take your cock in your mouth …” This is where things got real. There “he” was! My cock, my buddy, staring me right in the face. As I said, I wasn’t real big, maybe 5+ inches hard back then. And unfortunately, a “grower”, not a “shower”, but at this moment, I was pretty well “all grown up.” And I always thought I had a good-looking cock. I was circumcised, but that was the norm back then. The moment of truth. I swallowed, opened my mouth, flexed my legs a little to roll my hips, and my cock was in my mouth.
“… and just blow.” Before I could consider this, I had to come to terms with my current situation. I was comfortably folded in half, an origami’d teen, feet against the wall for leverage, with my hard cock in my mouth. Not your normal Saturday afternoon. Further, it felt new, strange, different, and fucking amazing! I loved it! I wasn’t really moving it in and out, and there certainly was no “blowing” going on. It was more like sucking a thumb or a lollipop. It just fit so well in my mouth.
It’s impressive how a young body can stretch and adapt to physical stimulation, isn’t it? As I am sucking my own cock, my mind a blur of space, stars, and wonderment, my cock is getting longer and bigger. My back muscles are stretching and lengthening. My legs and hips are working my feet further down against the wall. All this conspires to get my cock almost two inches into my mouth, well past the ridge of my cock head. Have I mentioned that the sucking of my own cock was fucking amazing?
I can’t remember how long I was in this glorious state of affairs, but it was somewhere between a scant, too-short second and a glorious, eternal moment.
THE ORGASM
Thinking back, it is interesting how my orgasm crept up on me. As I’m sucking my cock, my mouth, tongue, and lips are working like a well-oiled, intuitive machine. My muscles slowly, almost imperceptibly, started to tense, curving my hips back, and my cock further into my mouth. My feet, pushing against the wall behind the head of my bed, tiptoed down the wood paneling. The end result was my whole body tensing, moving my cock almost three inches into my mouth. And. Then. It. Hit.
My body exploded! My muscles contracted, my sucking got more urgent, and my cock pulsed a first shot of cum into my mouth. Then another. And another. I am in sexual rigor mortis, and my mouth is filling with a taste and texture that is totally new, unlike anything else on the planet. And I loved it! You can’t predict that a teenage boy is going to love the taste of his own cum. There’s no Vegas money on that.
I couldn’t swallow fast enough. I didn’t need speed because of some vast quantity of cum. I needed speed because I couldn’t drink myself down fast enough. Remember, this is all 100% new. I am exploring outer space, the deep ocean, and totally uncharted wilderness! My cock is pulsing like a strong thing possessed, pouring this hot, salty, viscous concoction down my throat. Pulse after glorious pulse, I was consumed with sexual wonder.
AFTERSHOCK
After the final contraction of my cock, and sucking the last of my cum out of me, my body slowly relaxed its rictus clench. My head fell back, my torso, hips, and legs unfolding along the bed like a well-oiled jackknife. And I just lay there, my cock spent, shiny, and soft on my stomach. The new and most amazing taste of my cum was erotically still in my mouth. My body was doing something new—tingling, glowing, humming—I still can’t quite describe it. And my brain was trying to take it all in.
I was in heaven. No guilt, no shame, just amazement at the pleasure my body gave me! I can’t remember whether this was my first orgasm, or if I had a wet dream or masturbated before this. I just know the dazzling newness of what I just did had me mesmerized. I’ve never told anyone about this until a recent sharing with Queen. I wasn’t sure if she was ready for this level of sexual audacity early on in our marriage, and I wanted the time to be right.
CONCLUSION
So what did I learn and what do I do with it today?
Like George Costanza in Seinfeld, “I say this with an unblemished record of staunch heterosexuality”, I loved everything about sucking my cock and cumming in my mouth, but I have never had any interest in cock other than mine. I think cocks are amazing, gorgeous, hot symbols of male virility and sexual arousal. They turn me on because of this symbolism, but they always point me right back to Queen, and remind me to “Go fuck her with adoration and ferocity!” Who am I to argue?
I really did like the taste of my cum. I don’t think the usual “salty,” “bitter,” “like iron” descriptions do it justice. Maybe it was the intensity of my situation, but I have always thought cum tasted like sex. Raw sex. Sex Tartar! Today? I love to kiss Queen after she’s just blown me and share our cummy sauce. Lick it off her amazing breasts? Delish! Eat my cream pie out of her just-fucked pussy? Scrumptious! Follow me for more recipes!
I wasn’t conscious of it at the time, but I think this was very sexually “courageous” of me back then (not bragging, just thinking back), and that has morphed into my current desire to be sexually fearless. Again, I’m not bragging, and I’m certainly not there yet. I am turned on by the idea that there is no sexual arena I won’t play in with Queen, inside the Biblical limits (and yes, there are a few, very clear, and easily understood limits. We call them The Six. I’ve described them in previous comments.)
As I said, I just recently told Queen about this, and the “exhibitionist transparency” of the revelation was like a shot of B12. I was so sexually energized. I know I’m an exhibitionist, but this “baring” was huge. And now, with this posting, I’ve exhibited myself to you all with this intimate saga. It’s risky. I have no idea how you will respond. But holy fuck, “literary exhibitionism” like this gets me so charged up. Queen is in such trouble! Here come adoration and ferocity!
Sexual exploration is a powerful thing. And kudos loving the taste of your own cum on first try! I’ve been slowly getting more accustomed to it over the last 6 years.
Thanks for your comment, Lunk. And regarding “taste”, lately I’ve been buying and eating a large size container of pineapple chunks (about 1.4 to 1.5 pounds!) each day. That consistency has made “me” very palatable!
Thank you so much for the story and your transparency. I don't talk about this much, although my wife Gina has mentioned it in a story or two of hers. As well as voicing her desire to witness the act. (Age and lack of flexibility won't allow it.) But when I was much younger and a lot more flexible, I too was able to suck my own cock. Being a little larger in size (another thing I don't like discussing) made it easier to accomplish the feat. My venture into self-sucking was started purely by curiosity.
I was also in my teens and was in my bedroom jerking off. I was naked and sitting on the side of the bed, when just to see if I could, I leaned forward (like I said, I was quite flexible) and was able to get the head of my dick in my mouth. I was only able to hold the position for a brief time and didn't cum in my mouth. But I liked it.
I did it several times as part of my masturbation routine but never came in my mouth that I can remember.
Once I married Gina, I never thought about doing it again. I told Gina about it later on in our marriage, and she has often requested that I try doing it again so she could watch. I have tried, but with no luck.
Thanks again for the post, and God bless you, brother.
Thanks for your comment, Ben. I appreciate it. All this was only possible due to my youth and flexibility, not size. Thanks for your transparency as well, and glad for the camaraderie! Blessings and passion to you and Gina!
Some years ago, my wife was at a lingerie & toy party at a friends house. The ladies were having a few cocktails, looking at catalogs & samples of toys & things, and the conversation went to blowjobs. One of the ladies there told how her husband—actually her boyfriend at the time—was trying to talk her into giving him a BJ, and getting desperate, he told her he did it to himself all the time!
Sounded like jaws hit the floor, and eyes bugged out when she said that, but when she described how he showed her, all there were really amazed! Of course, when the party was over and everyone headed home, there's no doubt in my mind that all those wives at the party had their husbands bent up & contorted to see if they could blow themselves too! 🙂
Tulsa, thanks for the funny anecdote! I’m actually heartened to think that most/many (?) of the women would be interested and perhaps turned on by it! An encouraging commentary on sexual acceptance of other-than-comfort-zone stuff!
I think you are right! I know a lot of wives, who would pay a dollar to watch if their husbands could blow themselves!
FYI, self-service oral was a routine thing for that couple we knew, whose wife spilled the beans at the party about her husband being so flexible! (Not to mention lucky!)
Sorry but I have to question the authenticity of this post.
Saying that you can give yourself a blowjob when your dick was 5 inches (If you had said it was 10 inches that would have been more believable but I would still doubt it) is difficult to believe.
This isn't the only story recently that has made me doubt the authenticity of it.
No problem, EH, and thanks for raising the issue. It should help me be clearer in my future writing. My use of “5 inches” is not 5.000 inches. I didn’t measure way back in the day, and I ”remembered” “maybe 5+ inches”, and so that could’ve been 6 inches, who knows.
The causal factor as I wrote several times was that I used my feet on the wall behind me to bend myself, and the fact that I was a skinny kid. I probably should’ve been clearer that this was not a feat of length, but rather of flexibility.
You are right that 10 inches would’ve been more believable. There are some couples here on MH who “ … hold these truths to be self-evident, that their spouses are … endowed, by their Creator, with certain unalienable rights, that among these are length, girthity, and the pursuit of their wife’s happiness.” I don’t claim to be so endowed.
Again, thanks for raising the concern, and I hope I’ve been able to shed a little bit more light on it. Blessings and passion to you and your spouse.
I didn't mean to single your story out but if you were flexible and it worked for you then I guess that's good for you lol. Not something I want to try but each to their own 😊
I find this story to be very cool. I’m pretty confident that Jim prefers my warm and wet mouth and gag-free throat to his own, but I’m going to challenge him to try the fold over suck move. God knows his cock is long enough, but a few added pounds on his tummy might make it tough (sorry, sweetie).
Thanks, Patty. I always appreciate your thoughts. I agree, Queen’s warm and wet mouth is significantly better! And similarly, more than a few pounds and less flexibility make this strictly a hot memory! Blessings and passion to you and Jim!
Just read this neat story and am now reminiscing about the first time I actually sucked my own cock. It was during a senior year wrestling practice and we were doing our usual stretching drills, which are crucial in learning how to escape certain holds, etc.
During one such drill it occurred to me that my face was only inches from my crotch in a position, and I wondered if i could actually suck my own cock. I couldn’t wait to get home and try!
Long story short, while flipped over while laying on my back… feet behind me touching the floor an totally naked, I was able to easily open wide and get about 4-5 inches in my mouth, and I could kick a little and gag myself.
It seemed to me SO hard to suck a cock deep.
To this day I marvel at how my wife throats me all the way down to my balls while swirling her tongue around my cock.
Guys, never take her blowjobs for granted!
Thanks, FJ for sharing your story! I consider myself in good company, between you and Ben!
Very hot comment FunJames. Once again I’ve logged onto MH and am simply horny as can be after reading one story and comments! 😅 I’m sure my hubby can relate to your comment about being surprised at your wife’s ability to throat you and the amazement at our tolerance for your sizes. When I was pregnant (and I’ve said a bit about my crazy hormones on here before) I was definitely nauseous. Things would make me gag randomly that prior to becoming pregnant I would have loved. I would gag at things all of the sudden and while we both knew it was hormones causing this reaction…my husband was blown (pun intended 😉) by the fact that I wanted to give him a blow job still. He was even more shocked at the fact that while my gag reflex was almost at an all time high…there would be times where we weren’t even flirting or trying to turn one another on and I would want him…I would want his penis in my mouth so bad I craved him. Now I am not bragging because even though I am a firm believer in size does not matter and it’s about technique…my man is extremely well endowed. It didn’t matter how big he was…I wouldn’t gag on him even while being nauseous as can be…I needed him like never before.
When I get my period, is another time my man is really shocked I just sometimes wasn’t him so bad. I definitely feel bloated, nauseous, ugly, fat and I get cramps when I start my period…but sometimes I need that man of mine in any way I can. Sometimes that’s me saying I feel like crap but I need your penis and walking up and blowing him…he’s also amazed at this while I’m experiencing all those period symptoms. He’s like were you not just nauseous and crying and now you need my penis and you want to blow me!?
Don’t get me wrong…yes I will give him a blow job while I am on my period…however it is not because that is considered “blow job week”. That man of mine will send me to the moon a few times despite the fact that I am bleeding.
My point is…it’s funny how selective those gag reflexes are on us ladies 😜
Thanks for sharing, man. Honestly, I think more fellas try their own cum and precum than we realize, most out of trying to suck themselves. About 10 years ago, I would get so hot thinking about eating my wife out after sex but would always chicken out. Never told my wife about it. I thought the only way I would likely do it is to try it on my own solo. After all, we expect our wives to swallow, so we should not treat our own jizz like poison. I think Song of Solomon is clear that both husband and wife's sexual juices are to be enjoyed without inhibition by each other and one another. Anyway, my wife and kids went out of town to see the in-laws for the weekend. She told me to have fun. (She knows I edge and focus on her when I do.) I lubed up and edged for four hours straight thinking about eating her out after cumming in her. I got so horny that I shimmied up the wall in our bedroom and flipped my legs over my head and tried so hard to suck myself. I am 8" with over 6" in girth. I was still about 4" from my mouth. Then it hit. It was so cool seeing my own cock swell up and my balls tighten like that and knowing what was about to happen. I must have shot the biggest load ever solo. It just kept coming and coming, and I couldn't swallow fast enough. My aim was spot on. Like you, I relaxed, and it just felt really cool that I could enjoy myself like that and appreciate my body and what God designed it to do. After that, it became really easy to eat my cum solo and with her.
tm76, thank you for sharing! Great anecdote, and experience for you! And I agree wholeheartedly with your “After all, we expect our wives to swallow, so we should not treat our own jizz like poison.”
My hope is not only will Queen swallow my cum, but that she’ll love it and want it! How can I do less?
Thanks and stay passionate!
Wow, I sure would like to see that! 🙂
I love that you guys get so horny – and I love being the beneficiary!
This is a very similar desire and experience for me, too. Years ago, I wanted badly to enjoy my cum. When the urge overtook me, it would enhance my stroking, and then when I’d blow my load, the desire dropped to zero. Then one day, I got creative. As I took a hot shower, I soaped up and stroked and edged thinking how badly I wanted to taste and eat my cum. Then it came (pun intended) to me; a plan to eat my cum as I came! Why not prop myself up on the warm, soapy shower floor with my legs vertical against the shower wall. That’s what I did. I positioned myself so I was upside down, resting on my shoulders. Then as I hornily jacked my cock, I was perfectly positioned to shoot my cum into my mouth. It worked fantastically. My full load shot deep into my throat as I was cumming! It was an unbelievable experience!! 🔥🔥 I’ve enjoyed this position and my cum many times!
Holy Toledo, SilverGold, that’s a hot addition to this comment string, and thanks for it! I’m glad to see that there are a few of us, more than I thought actually, who have gone down (?) a similar path. I also had a chuckle at a vision of me trying this and slip-sliding all over the shower stall! Thanks for the laugh and the heat! Stay passionate!
Silvergold,
I suspect the urge of eating our precum and cum is much more common than one may think. In my research on different men's sites, anonymous forum polls on the subject for straight single and married men reflected 80% try their precum when they stroke with 65 to 70% having the urge to try their load with 55% to 60% actually doing it sometimes.
Texasman, yeah, I agree with you. I almost always taste my precum when I’m stroking my cock.
I also shoot my cum very far, so I’ve angled my dick toward my mouth and tasted my load a few times.
One of the sexual-philosophical foundations that comes to mind (and my Theory #47) as I read many of your comments (thanks again), is the following … Queen and I strongly believe that …
(1) IF we CAN do a sexual thing (within Biblical limits), THEN we should do it! Like a Sexual Manifest Destiny (SMD).
(2) IF we should do it, THEN we should do it with Extreme Sexual Abandon (ESA). Why go half-assed about passion with your spouse? Makes no sense.
(3) In all, IF we can, and IF we should, THEN we need to CHOOSE to LOVE doing it, and since love casts out fear, we call this one No Sexual Fear (NSF).
Pursuing Queen, and she pursuing me, as if the impending passion is the greatest thing in my, or her, life is an extremely effective and seductive aphrodisiac! Stay passionate, my friends!
Amen again brother. I make no bones about the fact that I enjoy being a respectful exhibitionist, meaning I love to create hard-ons and only savor the one my hubby feeds me – and I don't do it in a small way!
CreamyPatty love that you said this. I love to create hard-ons (see or know other men are struggling to hide/keep that beast hidden) but only like to savor my hubby’s. And boy, do I worship that penis on him. But so hot to see and hear other men getting that sexual reaction. It’s a huge turn on.
Creamy and alwayswet, you can both rest assured that you make my single, horny cock hard all the time. I pray to one day use my dick to pleasure my wife.
We had been married and enjoyed one another for many years. My husband gave me his cum in my pussy and knew that I was on the edge when he came in me. And this was a first time experience. He never let me catch my breath and dove into my cunt head first and sucked me to multiple orgasms. I loved what he did for me, and I asked him how he liked sucking my pussy full of his cum. He said that he loved sucking me and that his cum was something to be shared. And shared he did. I've fed my pussy to him many times after he's given me his cum in my pussy. Sucking me off and licking me clean has never been an issue. I'm one of those wives that would prefer him cumming in my mouth. And sharing his cum in a long, deep, cum soaked kiss is always welcomed.
I'm with you on this one Yum. Jim and I have reached a point where he tries extra hard to get me to squirt when I cum hard – and he delights in my cum spray into his very hungry mouth. He knows he can get me there
… by working my nipples extra hard as I begin my climax!
I licked my penis a lot as a teen, but self-suckery was a bridge too far for me, based on one (successful) attempt that was very painful to my neck.
I told my wife about it when we were engaged, and we had a good laugh about it together.
I couldn’t do it laying on my back, and preferred to do it while sitting and collapsing down on myself similar to some stretches I’d done, or else while standing and arching forward, which would make my body position look similar to the St. Louis arch. I could then lick the head of my erect penis to my heart’s content.
And yes, I always tasted and swallowed.
NS, that must have been incredible to do. I suspect all men have tried to suck themselves, with most being unable to. It's a natural part of loving your own manhood. A married friend of mine from church took our kids to church camp about 4 hours away. On the way back, it was just us in the van. We started talking about sex, jacking/edging and such and he said if he could suck himself he would never leave the house. I said I would be the same way.
You explain it perfectly. Staring at your own cock as you are a out to suck it yourself. The build up is the best part and makes the orgasm even better. I use to be able to do it as well when I was younger. Part of me always felt wrong for doing it after making me think that it would lead to homosexuality. Now that I'm happily married I do kind of wish that I could still do it just to be able to do.it one more time. Closest thing I have been able to do now is raise my legs above my head and give myself a self cum in my mouth and sometimes blast my cum all over my face. It still gives that build up anticipation excitement when you suck your own cock and make it cum in your mouth.