My first cock, was my best friend’s - I’ll call him Ben. We were on a camping holiday in our teens, drinking cider and taking turns with our one porn mag. I’d listened to him beating his cock in the tent and grunting as he came, ogling the same blonde with backcombed hair, spread legs and hairy pussy as I’d shot my load over earlier. The sound of him beating one out had made me hard - and hey, by the time it got dark I was a bit tipsy. My only previous experience had been with another friend who moved away, we’d wanked each other’s cocks to see how someone else’s hand would feel, I wondered if Ben would be up for that, or maybe even go further. So, I kept mentioning how a guy’s mouth would feel the same as a woman’s, how good having your dick sucked would feel.

Eventually, Ben undid his flies and wriggled his jeans down over his ass, showing his hard-on tenting his kecks. I leant over, and ran a finger up his shaft through his underwear. Instead of recoiling, he pulled the waistband down, and the head of his cock, peeled back, sprang out. His eyes were shut. I looked down at his dick, slightly longer than mine but a similar girth. I licked a finger, and ran it around his glans, getting aroused myself as it twitched. My heart pounded, I was touching his warm cock, and he wasn’t freaking out. His eyes were still closed. I lowered my head over him, and before I could think too much of tomorrow, I stuck my tongue out and licked his bell end. He groaned. I ran my tongue down him, then from his balls up to his glans, feeling the soft warmth of his manhood against my tongue. As I traced the outline of his helmet Ben moaned, his hand reaching down to touch the back of my head. In a moment, I closed my mouth on my best friend’s dick and thought, I’m a cocksucker. I’m sucking his cock. It felt warm, and sexy, was what I had time to register as he thrust his hips up to meet my mouth.

I took him as deep as I could, feeling him twitch against my tongue as his hips rose to meet me and his manhood filled my mouth, my hand caressing his balls, my heart racing as I found out how another guy’s cock feels. I drew back, and his hand pushed my head down, both of us getting into the rhythm of our first blowjob. Both of his hands held my head now, my free hand on his arse, pulling him into me, the head of his cock making me gag as I took him in the back of my throat and drooled over his balls. For what felt like an age he fucked my mouth, bucking with his hips, holding my head, my heart racing as his thrusts grew harder, faster, and he seeded my mouth with his warm semen. I swallowed his bitter sweet load as best I could, much of it running from my mouth down his cock shaft, and licked him clean as his orgasm subsided. We turned in, Ben calling me a dirty poof while I wanked myself off, the aftertaste of his semen still in my mouth. I licked my hand clean once I’d cum, imagining it was another load from Ben and hoping that his hadn’t been a one off.

The next day passed with occasional reference to me taking advantage of him while he’d been drinking (which I had), and also needing more practice at sucking his dick. I was getting hard at the thought of tasting his cum again. That night, we got naked in the tent. Both more relaxed now, stroking each other’s hard cocks until he lay back with his legs apart. I licked his cock and balls at leisure while he called me his gay slut. I took him in my mouth, licking and sucking him to climax, his cock pulsing in my mouth as I swallowed him. Again I lay back and wanked myself off, cumming as Ben called me a dirty poof for sucking him off.

The following morning, I was woken by his hard cock rubbing against my arse. I was lying face down, and without even thinking if I wanted this, I parted my legs so he could enter me more easily. He lubed himself with his own spit and began probing for my hole. He gasped as his cock speared my ass, and I tried not to cry out - it felt as if he was splitting me wide open. I lay, legs apart, mouth open in pain as my best friend’s cock edged into me. I could hardly say no to Ben now, however much it hurt, not now he was telling me how tight I was, how good it felt - and it did feel good, being used as a fuckhole by my best friend, giving him the ultimate act of submission, letting him penetrate me. Unused to having a dick in my ass, a couple of times I squeezed him so hard he slid out - but each time he entered me again, telling me I was his fuckslut. As I got used to his girth in my ass he came inside me. I squeezed him in time with his final, warm thrusts. He withdrew, and I rolled onto my back. He took my hard cock in his hand and wanked my dick, his tongue probing my mouth as I moaned and held his arm, thrusting into his hand and making it slick with my jizz while he told me he was going to fuck me whenever he wanted.

From then, I was Ben’s sub. He fucked my mouth and arse when he wanted, while I wanked myself off. Occasionally, he jerked me off while he came inside me. Damn, he turned me on. We grew apart, but if ever he needed a hole to fuck, mine are always open..