From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com (*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: My First One
Date: 14 Apr 1996 16:12:01 GMT

			  My First Cock...

	Well, I was fourteen... I had a cousin who was three months
older than me. One day we were in his bedroom, on his bed, wrestling.
The wrestling was quite intense. At one point he got me into a rather
peculiar strange position - I was lying on top of him facing upwards,
while he was underneath. He then suddenly started working on my belt
and told me that he was gonna take my dick out and play with it! This
was a bit shocking to me since I had never engaged in such things
before.

	Unfortunately for him, the belt had a really bizarre buckle,
and he couldn't figure out how to open it since he was under me and
could not see it. I however had unobstructed access to his crotch. I
still don't know why I did it, but I pulled his zipper all the way
down. This didn't deter his attack on my belt nor his vow to "play
with me."

	When I pulled his fly down I noticed that he had a boner at
the time - it was very clearly outlined and visible underneath his
tight jockey shorts. I can still envision his cock straining against
that white material. For some reason I escalated the conflict by
unbuckling his belt. He was still trying to figure out how to unbuckle
mine; my "victory" in the buckle battle did not deter him from his vow
to "pull down my pants and play with me."

	I pushed his pants down his thighs and stared at his tented
white jockey shorts. I was fascinated by how his big cock and how it
was so clearly outlined under the material. Even this "win" failed to
stop his almost hopeless attack on my buckle, so I slipped by thumbs
underneath the waistband of his shorts and shoved his shorts down onto
his thighs, fully exposing his cock, balls and bush.

	He had a really big dick - it was hard. It sprang free and
kinda waved in the air. Even with his cock totally exposed he refused
to abandon his efforts with my belt buckle. (It really had an
unorthodox way of opening.) I really didn't know what to do. I still
thought that it was "dirty" to touch somebody's dick. But I felt that
I had to escalate the struggle since he was still fumbling with the
damn belt buckle!

	So after staring at his cock for a while, I made some swift
finger taps on its head. I kinda finger slapped it and made it
vibrate. (In my mind I was sending him a clearer message that he had
better give up.) That was fascinating to hit that cock and watch it
react. I kept tapping on it for quite a while - it was shifting back
and forth like a metronome! Having once crossed the threshold and
actually touched another guy's dick, I suddenly thought "What the
Hell," and grabbed hold of it.

	I remembered his threat that he was gonna play with me, so I
decided that I could "win" the fight by playing with him. In hindsight
I now realize that once I got a hold of his cock, he stopped all
efforts at trying to get into my pants! (I apparently had "won" the
battle, but had not realized it!)

	So I started sliding my fist up and down the length of his
dick. I felt that I had won the battle, and had captured his cock! (My
evidence was that he had given up trying to get a hold of my dick.) He
just laid back and let me jerk away - a complete surrender!

	I was really working away on his cock when his mother called
us!!!

	Chaos ensued as I leaped off the bed, and he put his cock away
as fast as possible - without blowing a load.

	Once having crossed the threshold and touched his cock this
became a routine with us. He would "launch an attack" at my crotch,
and I would respond by overpowering him and capturing his dick! Each
time that I captured his dick, I would play with it for a long time.
He would lie back with his eyes closed in lustful bliss and I slowly
and methodically worked my fist up and down the entire length of his
cock. He would allow this to go on until he was on the verge of
shooting his wad. He would then suddenly contract his lower abdomen,
removing his cock from my hand. He would keep in this position until
the urge to blow a load subsided. He would then resume his original
position and allow me to full and unobstructed access his his big hunk
of meat. His eyes would close again, and I would start slowly stroking
his meat all over again! He loved it! (So did I since I was on a weird
power trip, being able to totally control the core of his maleness
with my hands.)

	Eventually I would stop him from denying me access to his cock
when he was on the verge of shooting and really start jerking him off
rapidly. (My way of asserting my control and power over him and his
big dick.) Unable to resist my the effects of my stroking, he would
give up and surrender his cock to me! Within a few seconds he would
blow a large, hot white load all over his crotch and stomach! I would
keep on stroking the full length of his cock while he was firing his
stuff. I made sure that I milked him totally dry. He would have to
physically stop me from milking his meat - I really got into it! I
would sit back admiring the results of my work; he would then take off
the bathroom to clean up!

	This became a routine that happened quite a number of times,
late at night, on his living room floor, in front of his television.
He lost several pairs of jockey shorts when I inadvertently shredded
them in my zeal to get to his cock! We settled into that constant
struggle mode with me always capturing his rod! And I always "won" by
forcibly extracting his load!

	One day while I was busily "winning the war" by jerking him
off, I looked him in the face and asked if he wanted me to blow him?
(I had read about it) The look on his face was one of shock, joy and
disbelief! He almost died, and instantly said, "YES." This particular
wrestling match had been on his bed. After my question he lay back on
the bed, propped himself up on a pillow (I assume in order to give him
a full and unobstructed view of the blowjob) and spread his legs.

	I realized later that he had expected me to suck his cock
while he was lying on his back, but I thought that blow jobs could
only be given while kneeling down! So I got off the bed and told him
to get up. He was momentarily perplexed, but since I was in charge
(and since he was the one who was going to get sucked off), he got up
and moved towards the foot of his bed.

	I knelt down on the floor. He walked over and stood in front
of me. His cock was still sticking out of his shorts where I had left
it. It was do or die time!

	I pulled his cock down and put it inside of my mouth. I
remember contemplating this new taste experience and I remember
glancing up at his face - it was still marked by shock, joy,
disbelief, and now, anticipation. I suspect that he still couldn't
believe that I was really going to give him head!

	I was still naive, and thought that blow job literally meant
BLOW!

	So I started blowing on his cock like it was a musical
instrument! (What an idiot) It was almost as if his cock were a valve
stem and I was trying to inflate it!

	He started laughing and told me that "blow job" was only an
expression and that I should suck on it. So I started sucking away
like there was no tomorrow. I took control of his dick orally with the
same zeal that I did when I got my hands around it. In my enthusiasm
to eat my first cock, I forgot about my teeth. He had to stop me with
his hands (actually pulled his cock out of my mouth). He looked
straight into my eyes and said, "Teeth, no teeth. Suck on it. Use your
lips." I got the message and resumed my "meal" being very careful not
to chew on the meat!

	He was really enjoying it. I could hear the occasional "Oh,
yeah" and "Yeah, suck on it." These were also inter-spliced with the
phrase "Take more in, take more of it into your mouth." (Being my
first, I concentrated most of my efforts on the head! At one point I
momentarily pulled his cock out of my mouth in order to take another
look at my meal. I swear that the head seemed to have gotten flattened
out a bit because of my ceaseless sucking!)

	I really was power trip to me. Here I had this older,
masculine male totally under my control! I was making him moan and
groan. From my point of view, I had taken complete and total control
over this big-dicked cousin by simply using my mouth!

	After a while, with his knees actually buckling from lust, he
told me that he was about to cum so that I could pull off of his cock.
(Even though he had his cock in my mouth, he was still in a state of
disbelief and was not sure if I was going to let him blow his load
into my mouth.

	He was ecstatic with the blowjob, but I suspect that he
thought he would have to finish himself off by hand. I just don't
think that he could conceive of me possibly letting him cum inside of
my mouth. But I wanted to experience the full treatment, so I shook my
head NO, and mumbled (with his cock still in my mouth, "Uh-uh."

	I then took full control over the situation and turned into a
fucking vacuum cleaner! He totally surrendered his dick to my mouth. I
sucked on it like there was no tomorrow and was soon rewarded with a
hot cum cocktail. I can still remember seeing his body spasm and
shudder when he blew his load; the sensation of that hot cum spewing
into my mouth and shot across my tongue; and how it tasted!

	I was very proud of myself for this latest "victory" and for
this new way that I had discovered to get him to yield his most
precious treasure! My cousin, needless to say, was very happy that I
had found this new way to conquer him on my knees!