TRUTH OR DARE?

[BIRJO]

Some years later, in high school, I experienced gay love again, this time with a younger and handsome first-cousin who was then in mid school.

One winter all of us cousin boys chatted till the dark hours of the night, till we finally fell asleep under a big blanket. 
We slept adjacent to each other like stacked spoons and woke up midway to discover the mutual pleasure of erections poking at our soft loins as the others slept through! 

I pressed my enlarging dick into his loins first, and later, when he slowly turned inquisitively to face me, into his soft belly. 

TOTA touched my cock very tentatively, his eyes glistening in an oblique blob of light from the streets as he looked into my eyes questioningly. I could read from his eyes that here was a Godsend opportunity to pleasure our bodies. 

Never taking my eyes off from his, I guided his trembling fingers on my cock, and his cold knuckles felt the veins of my cock. He obviously liked the feel of a hot shaft, for he started massaging my cock, first hesitantly and then vigorously -  as I, more out of reciprocal courtesy than anything else, stroked his smaller dark shaft too. 

We had to be careful because the other boys could not be allowed to be woken up by the concealed motion of our hands, and I was approaching climax fast. 

TOTA was fully erect but I guess still not manufacturing sperm in large quantities. 

So I let go of his penis, and now I forced his head under the sheet onto my dickhead. 
He understood the implication of my insistent pressure on his head, and I felt the heavenly feel of his salivating mouth around my cockhead for the first time in my life. 

Breathless with excitement and tense with the fear of a goof-up, i pumped on into his mouth vigorously, but he was generously accommodating. I clasped onto his thick curly hairs as I soon erupted, and he gulped down the entire big load of pent-up adolescent sperm under the sheet without making a noise. 
Whew!

I was breathless and shaking, and frankly too tired to reciprocate. 
He understood and we soon fell asleep. 

When we woke up the next day, glances were initially a little stiff initially, but eventually things became easy. So my first experience of a blow-job was actually on a gay boys’ night.

 

Although, strange as it may sound, at that same period of time, I was drifting into a (what would be a longlasting) hetero-sexual relationship with another older cousin, without his or anybody’s knowledge. That is another enchanting story.