Brendon was 3 years older than me, nevertheless we were friends and we grew up in the same neighborhood.  I can't really tell you that there was anything special about Brendon, he was good looking but not hot.  Brendon wasn't my first because I was in love with him or that I fantasized about him, he was just in the right place at the right time.

There wasn't anything particularly special about this day, other than we were spending the night at their family cottage.  Normally used for hunting or fishing, or when undesired guests arrive at the house.  We were out there to do some hiking, fishing, and enjoy some time away from modern life.  After a long day, we sat around the kitchen table just talking, when I blurted out "I wonder what it's like to suck cock?"  Brendon was a bit confused by this, and I tried to explain it as best as I could, but basically I wondered why women sucked cock.  I don't know why, but at the time I was quite fascinated by this.  The conversation eventually moved on, and after a long day and a late night we went to bed.  We each took a twin bed, and as we laid in our beds Brendon proposed an arrangement.  If I would suck his cock, he'd do the same for me.  I was both aroused and hesitant, but this was something I was genuinely curious about.  So, I agreed.

Brendon swiftly pulled off his underwear while laying in bed in one quite motion, as I got up, dropped mine to the floor, then got in his bed.  The moment was a bit more energetic than I had imagined.  My six inch cock was aching it was so hard as I stared at his through a dim bedside lamp.  His 7 1/2" cut, veiny cock laid on his balls semi-hard.  I was nervous, but at the same time saliva was filling my mouth in anticipation.  The feeling of grabbing his cock should have been no different than my own, but as I wrapped my fingers around his cock to bring it to my mouth, the feeling of his didn't escape me.  The veins pulsing under my fingers, the warmth and softness of the skin.  Then, as if eating a popsicle, I sucked him into my mouth.

As I drew him in, the sweet/salty taste of precum and sweat on his cock filled my mouth and the scent of his groin filled my nostrils.  Normally this would have repulsed me, but it just ushered me on.  His moan as my mouth swallowed his cock let me know whatever I was doing felt really good.  As I bobbed up and down his cock hardened.  Brendon laid there moaning as I sucked his cock.  Momentarily I stopped to catch my breath, then continued sucking his cock.  It didn't take long before the scent of his cum filled my nostrils, and then his load shot from his cock. 

It was a heavy load of thick, viscous, spermy cum.  Trails of it spilled out the cracks of my mouth as I pulled his cock out.  Though the smell of it was strong, and pungent, it offered little in any form of strong or overwhelming taste.  I swallowed his load, cleaned off the sides of my mouth with my finger, licked it, and then went back and cleaned this cock with my mouth.

Unfortunately, Brendon backed out on the blow job for me, but he did give me a hand job. 

I felt different after eating his cum.  While I had a bit of an upset stomach at first, it was intoxicating.  The way the lips get slightly numb, the way your lips move tightly over the head and onto the shaft,widening.  The hardness of the cock before he cums, the feeling of his cum, and the smell and taste of cum as it fills your mouth.

I barely slept that night.  There wasn't anything special about his cock but I couldn't get it out of my mind.