I still remember the night it happened like it was yesterday, even though years have passed. I was eighteen, just barely, and Yent was the same age, this quiet guy from my summer job who had the softest brown eyes and a shy smile that made my stomach flip every time he looked at me. We had been flirting for weeks in that awkward, teenage waylong glances over the counter, brushing hands when we passed tools, late-night texts that started innocent and slowly turned into something hotter. Neither of us had done much before. I had kissed a couple of boys, but nothing like this. Yent admitted over one of those texts that he had never had a blowjob, and I confessed I had never given one. That confession hung between us like an open door.
The night we finally acted on it, his parents were out of town. I showed up at his place after dark, heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. We started on the couch, making out slowly at first, then deeper, his hands sliding under my shirt and mine exploring the hard line of his chest. When I felt how hard he was through his jeans, I pulled back and looked at him.
Can I try? I whispered.
Yent swallowed, nodded, and I knelt between his legs. My hands shook a little as I undid his belt and zipper. He lifted his hips to help me pull his jeans and boxers down. His cock sprang free, thick and already leaking at the tip, the skin smooth and warm in my hand. I had seen pictures online, but nothing prepared me for the real thingthe weight of it, the way it twitched when I wrapped my fingers around the base, the clean, musky scent that made my own body ache.
I leaned in and licked the head first, tasting the salty bead of precum. Yent groaned, a low sound that went straight between my legs. Encouraged, I opened my mouth and took the head inside, letting my tongue swirl around it the way I had read about. It felt strange at firstsoft yet firm, filling my mouth more than I expected. I went slow, sliding down a little further each time, using my hand to stroke what I couldnt fit yet. Saliva coated him quickly, making everything slick and easy.
Yents fingers threaded gently into my hair, not pushing, just holding on like he needed something to anchor him. God, that feels so good, he breathed. His voice was shaky, almost reverent. I looked up at him and the sight of his flushed face, eyes half-closed, made me bolder. I took more of him, hollowing my cheeks the way I had practiced in secret with a banana, and started a steady rhythmdown, up, tongue pressing along the underside. Every time I sucked a little harder, his hips gave a tiny involuntary thrust, and the sound of his breathing got rougher.
I found a pace that worked for both of us, mixing long, wet strokes with quick flicks of my tongue over the sensitive spot just below the head. My jaw started to ache, but I didnt want to stop. The power of it thrilled mehow this simple act made Yent fall apart, how his thighs trembled under my hands, how he kept whispering my name like a prayer. I reached down with my free hand and rubbed myself through my jeans, the pressure building fast.
When he warned me he was close, I didnt pull away. I wanted to know what it was like. His cock swelled even more on my tongue, and then he came with a broken moan, hot pulses filling my mouth. I swallowed what I could, the taste milder than I expected, and kept sucking gently until he was spent and twitching. When I finally let him slip from my lips, I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and smiled up at him, shy again now that it was over.
Yent pulled me up into his lap and kissed me hard, tasting himself on my tongue. We stayed like that for a long time, touching and whispering, both of us amazed at what we had just shared. That night was the start of many firsts, but nothing ever felt quite as intimate or electric as that first, nervous, perfect blowjob.