After graduating high school at a small, rural community and then living in Little Rock for several years, I moved back near where where I'd grown up. I rented a house on a fairly remote dirt road.
One day, while at a local burger joint, a young fellow who had been a few grades behind me in school came in and we struck up a conversation with me. We'd ridden the same school bus and knew each other casually. He got around to asking me where I was living, and he said he passed by fairly often as the road I lived on led to a popular swimming hole in a mountain creek a few miles further on.
He called one day and asked if I wanted to go swimming. I agreed and changed into a pair of cutoff jeans while waiting for him. We made it to the creek, when he asked if I'd like a drink of whiskey. Well, the only chaser we had were the now warm colas we'd brought with us. He pulled an even warmer bottle of Wild Turkey 101 from behind the seat of his pickup and we both took a good slug and then went swimming for a bit. Another slug followed an hour or so later. We were having a grand old time as we made our way half drunkenly back to my house. Billy had gotten quite talkative from the WT. I took a leak, then stepped over to my dresser to retrieve a dry pair of shorts when I could tell by his voice that he was coming closer. A sudden impulse struck me and I quickly dropped my wet cutoffs and gave my waterlogged dick a quick tug. All I had on at that point was a tee shirt. I was still facing the dresser, standing in profile to him, taking my time 'looking' for dry shorts to put on. His voice changed mid-sentence and I knew without looking at him that he was checking out my dick. After taking my time going through one drawer and then a second, I glanced at him and his eyes quickly came back up to my face. I said that I probably had dry shorts that would would fit him, and he said ok. I could feel my dick beginning to rise as I 'found' a pair and walked over to hand them to Billy. He was trying desperately to not look at my growing boner, not very successfully though. "Here, see if these fit you" I said as I handed them to him. He shyly slid his soggy shorts off and blushed beet red as he did. Despite his embarrassment I could see his dick was beginning to rise as he yanked them up and sat on the edge of my bed as I took another pair of cutoffs out of the dresser, (it was the '70's after all), and put them on without underwear. By now I was half-hard, and could feel his eyes on it for a last glance. I went to the kitchen and got a couple of highball glasses with ice and a couple of cokes for us and we went back to my living room and poured some of that Wild Turkey on the rocks.
We talked as we drank. Billy wanted to know what living in Little Rock was like and asked a lot of questions about it. Basically, I told him about some things that I knew he'd never seen before, including the adult bookstores and the X-rated drive in not far from where I'd lived. These were still pre-internet years, so being a country boy he had not been exposed to any of that. I could see that he was getting aroused just by talking about it by the swelling outline of his dick. I said "I've got something I think you might enjoy" as I got up, went to my bedroom and came back with a stack of glossy, full color sex magazines and sat down next to him on the couch. I picked one I particularly liked, opened it to a photo spread of very clear closeup of a guy getting head, and handed it to him. His eyes got VERY wide since he had never seen porn before! He was astonished by what he was seeing, and eagerly devoured every photograph. I would show him photos that I particularly liked and ask him to comment on them. His dick was getting cramped in his shorts as it got harder and he squirmed to get more comfortable. I knew he was self conscious, so to put him at ease I reached inside my shorts and straightened my cock, which by now was a full-blown hard on. Billy had been covering his lap with the magazine to conceal his own erection, but now followed suit and adjusted his and resumed looking at the magazines. By now a large wet zone of precum had appeared and grown on his lap. I made the occasional remark about the women's bodies and some of the nicer cocks. At one point I pointed at a particularly nice one and said "this one is really nice! You know, I think your dick looks a lot like his." Billy blushed a bright crimson color and stammered something incoherent. I laughed and said "there's nothing to be embarrassed about, Billy. You do have a nice dick!" Probably just as a spontaneous response he stammered "so do you" and blushed again. I said, look, we've seen each other's dick, and I really want to play with mine, if it's not going to embarrass you too much. I know you're dying to play with yours, too." He agreed and I stood up and dropped my shorts to the floor and kicked them off. I had a raging hard-on and my dick pointed up at a steep angle, precum dripping from it. This time Billy kept his eyes on it. He said, incredulously, "do you shave yours?" I said yes, and asked if he liked it. He blushed once more, but said he did, so I turned to let him examine it from several angles. His eyes didn't move from it! He stood and dropped his shorts and his slender, circumcised dick sprang into view. His was probably in the vicinity of 5.5", with a beautifully flared and tapered head, and a cloud of hair covered his balls. Like mine, precum was dripping from his slit and down his shaft. I sat down and asked him to give me a good look at it. It was bobbing with every heartbeat. I impulsively reached out and wiped a dollop of his precum from his knob and licked it from my finger and gave an approving "your precum tastes really good!" I've never seen anyone blush so vividly before, and he reacted as though he was jolted by a shock at my finger touching his dick, but the 101 proof whiskey was giving us license to drop our inhibitions. Not that I was inhibited, but all of this was new to Billy. I have to give him credit, though. He was adapting nicely. I said "if you like how my dick looks shaved I can shave yours for you if you want me to. That way the hair doesn't obscure the view and it won't tickle anyone's nose."
We sat back down and I selected a different magazine to show him. This one was my personal favorites, and featured a lot of photo spreads of couples together, progressing from undressing to both oral and fucking, with most spreads concluding with excellent close-ups of the girls with a mouthful of cum. I pointedly admired Billy's hard-on, the softly asked it it would be alright to feel it. I think he had seen where the afternoon was headed, and said ok! I reached for Billy's dick and gently wrapped my fingers around his shaft and gave him a light squeeze. A stream of precum welled up at his slit and ran down his stiff shaft and coated my fingers. I spread his slippery lube over his knob, massaging it in. When another pearl of it appeared at his slit again I caught it on my finger and rubbed it on my lips. Billy hesitantly began to reach for my cock, then paused and began to ask if he could feel mine. I said "I'd like that." He took my penis in his hand and began to feel me up. His fingers began to gently fondle my rubbery knob, rolling it between his fingers and thumb, and gripping my shaft and slowly sliding it up and down its full length. He commented on how smooth it felt shaved compared to his.
In pretty short order Billy began making moaning sounds so I let go of his dick and he slid down on the couch a bit, breathing fast. I had something else in mind, though we were obviously getting hot jacking each other. He was still fondling my penis. I asked him if liked to jack off, and he assured me that he did." "You told me you haven't had a blowjob before. What would you say if I told you that I would love to suck you off right now? I guarantee you that getting sucked off will feel better than any hand job you've ever done for yourelf!"
He looked a bit stunned, and asked if I really meant it. "But, what if I need to cum?" "I sure hope you do cum," I said. "In fact I fully intend to make you cum in my mouth, and swallow every drop you give me. Stand up here in front of me and I'll prove it to you."
When I suck dick, I like to use just my mouth to make a guy nut, and I used every bit of technique and nuance I knew to make Billy's first blow job one he would never forget. He gave a long moan of pleasure as I began to lick his cum slit, then gripped his dick and milked out a dollop of precum and rubbed his slick knob across my lips. I put the tip of his cockhead to my lips and sucked it into my mouth and slowly took the full length of it until I felt his balls touch my chin, then gripping it with a firm suction came all the way until his engorged knob slid from my mouth. Billy was watching me intently as I began to give his dick the best sucking I knew how. I held his hips and pulled him closer and then pushed back repeatedly. I suggested he do it, and he caught on quickly and began to slow fuck my mouth, practically panting as he did. He suddenly said "I'm going to cum," and boy, did he ever! It's always so cool to suck someone off that's never had a blow job before and see the light come on that it was so good that they never dreamed it was going to feel like it did. Billy's first cum spurt shot across my tongue and I felt him unleash another seven or eight more spurts before subsiding. Even after his cumming had ended I kept his dick in my mouth and continued sucking it. As I let it slip from my lips I looked up at him and swallowed my cum prize. "Remember when I told you that your precum tasted good and that I'd bet that your cum would taste good, too? Well, I was right!"
Two days later he called and suggested a swim trip. He came over, but the swim trip did not come up again. Instead, I lathered Billy's dick up and shaved it as smooth as mine, pausing during the shave to give it some suck time. Once done I introduced him to his first frot, another satisfying blow job, and Billy got his first mouthful of hard dick. But that's another story....