face now. I inched forward and put my chest and shoulders between his legs. I could smell his cock. It was a musky, masculine scent that was incredibly erotic.

Behind me I heard the tall boy scuffling about. I looked over to see him stepping over the fence in tall swings of his long legs. He walked over behind his lover and sat down beneath the fence. He reached forward and grabbed my hips, jerking my pelvis forward. My cock angled between the fence rails, and I felt a warm, attentive mouth seize hold of my tip.

“Whoah,” I exclaimed as the rush of pleasure shot through me.

“Ahem,” the shaggy boy cleared his throat then gestured toward his cock with his eyes. I took his meaning and placed my own mouth over his tip. It tasted sweet. I lapped at the precum oozing from his slit and realized that it tasted sweet as well. The whole act was exhilarating, and I could honestly say that feeling a cock in my mouth was… pleasurable.

I backed off with a smile on my face and looked up at the grinning boy. “This is fun! Why is it such a pain to get girls to do this?!” I asked .

“You got me!” the boy replied. “I love sucking cock!”

“Me too!” I shot off before I plunged back down over his thick pole, driving its tip back into my throat, taking in as much of him as I could. He squirmed at the sensation of it, and I too began to buck at the feeling of the tall boy licking and sucking on my own pole.

I tried to mimic the motions of the tall lover with my own lips on the prick of his smaller lover. I wanted there to be some synchronicity between the three of us. And given that we were all drunk, we had the advantage of that false stamina on our sides.

We must have remained there for a good fifteen minutes, me getting the best head I’d ever gotten, and experimenting with a whole host of different techniques as I gave head for the very first time.

Eventually, the small boy came in my mouth and I swallowed every drop. It was somewhat thick and mucousy, but really tasted kind of nice. I was then able to focus solely on the motions being given rather than those I was giving, and it wasn’t long before I filled the tall boy’s mouth with my own seed.

We all cleaned up, zipped up our pants, and headed off in our separate directions. I never even asked them their names. It was probably best that way. Moments like that were spontaneous, and didn’t necessarily warrant common courtesies.

That was the first, last, and only time I ever did anything sexual with other guys. But to this day, I still wonder when I might once again stumble upon a situation like that one!