Boys Of Summer #7: Teen Woodsmen - Sex Stories

Boys Of Summer #7: Teen Woodsmen

... that ever since. I mean, I know you said it was OK. But I just – .”

“It was fine,” I said. “Don’t worry about it. But, still, what about going farther? I mean, I don’t know that I’d stop you ….”

“I don’t know. I mean, I want to. Obviously. I just –.” He thought for a few seconds. “I mean, I obviously like kissing you and jacking you off. And I love the taste of your cum.”

“You do?”

“Oh, yeah. It’s much better than mine.”

“If you say so. I think I like yours better.”

“But, anyway, I’m not sure about doing it,” Bo hesitated again. “I don’t know how. I mean, I watch people doing it. But I don’t know what they’re really doing. Is it just in and out? Are they really sucking the whole time? What are they doing with their tongues when it’s in their mouth?”

“So, the only reason you’re not sure about it is because you don’t know how?”

“I guess so. And I don’t know if you’re ready for that.”

“Bo-Bo, I’m ready for anything you want to try,” I said. “I don’t think you noticed. But I just said I wouldn’t stop you. Do you want to give it a shot?”

“Of course, I want to! But I want to do it right. I want to make sure it’s good – for both of us.”

“Well, you’ll never figure out how to do it until you actually put your mouth on a dick.”

“Are you saying you want me to give you a blowjob?” Bo’s eyes were enormous.

“I didn’t necessarily say that. I’m just offering my availability if you want to find out what it’s like or want a test subject for training ...

... purposes. I mean, how would I know if you’re doing anything wrong?”

“Is this the beer talking?”

“I’ve had one beer. It’s not talking,” I said. “I just thought you might want to try a blowjob. It’s kind of a gay thing. You’re gay. You’ve never given anybody a blowjob. I’m your friend with benefits. I like it when you lick me everywhere else. And, I really liked it when you licked my dick a little while ago. All the pieces are there.”

“Hell, yeah!” Bo’s voice carried over the water. “I mean, just to be clear, it’s not just a ‘gay thing.’”

“You’ve been trying very hard to prove to me that I’m at least a little gay,” I argued. “Now you’re going to bring up that sucking cock isn’t just a gay thing?”

“Shut up!” Bo said, smiling. “Are you sure you want to do this? And you don’t that I don’t know what I’m doing?”

“Bo-Bo, do you want to suck my dick or not?”

Without another word, he moved around to a position between my legs on his knees. He had been stroking my cock the entire time and I was almost fully hard. His eyes were glassy in the firelight as he watched his right hand stroke my stiffening cock.

“Now, remember, I don’t know what I’m doing,” he warned, looking up at me. “I don’t know if it’ll be any good.”

“I’ve never had a blowjob before, Bo,” I reminded him. “Literally, anything you do tonight will be the best I’ve ever had. We’ve already established that neither of us knows anything about blowjobs. But you need to remember that I might not last very ...