Steve, the first boy I kissed

Steve was Skip's brother. He was my age. I was with him in classes. Saw him naked in the locker room after gym. Oh and elsewhere too. If there had been any emotion to what we were doing, he probably would have counted as my first boyfriend.

I forget how it started. Probably games in a tent, except Steve knew to bob your head up and down, a skill I soon acquired. We just never did it long enough. Yeah, more teen blowjobs that don't end in ejaculation. I had to wait forever before another guy actually brought me to orgasm (patience, grasshopper, all in due time).

Steve did this on the mutual pretense that we were "practicing" for when we did this with a girl. Right. Because women love a man with good blowjob skills. So we sucked face and we sucked cock.

Steve was creative and insistent. So, I had my cock in his mouth or vice versa in all sorts of strange places. Back seat of a car on the way to a scouting event. he was constantly pulling me off somewhere so we could lick each other's cock. Usually it was far enough away that no one knew what we were up to. Or maybe adults turned a blind eye to the two boys playing with each other.

We'd sit in the back of the auditorium during assemblies and suck each other's cocks, hoping they'd go down enough before we had to leave. We found any reasonably private place we could to get our cocks out. At one point, in some corner of our high school, he brought up the idea of fucking, though it never came to pass. It was always that brief bit of cocksucking, never quite enough to get either of us to cum.

On camping trips, he didn't usually share a tent with me. I didn't think about it at the time, but he always had excuses. We would find a moment to sneak off, find a little seclusion, and get out cocks out.

Steve would also do things to get others involved. On one camping trip, he got Davey aside. He was Matt's youngest brother. We were gathered together ostensibly for a quick bio lesson. In this, Davey was encouraged to yank his pants down. His cock was still fairly small with just a few wisps of hair over it. "Boy cock," Steve explained.

Then he showed his own. A much fuller bush and his erection was a lot bigger than Davey's. "Teen cock." Now it was my turn and my even larger cock was described by Steve as "man cock," even though I was actually a little younger than he was.

Steve could pretty much goad me into dropping trou whenever he wanted. Of course, when he didn't want my cock, he wasn't all that nice to me. Ah, so young to learn that you will occasionally be wanted only for your genitalia. He was a bit of an abusive prick and rebuffed all overtures of friendship, especially after he dropped out of scouts. There was a bit of mockery on his part. He marked one disagreement by giving me several hard pinches. There were bruises for a few days. It was a real shame. Like I said, if things had been different, we could have been boyfriends.

We fell out of contact after high school, although I did run into him one last time. I was 21 and was out at a gay bar with some friends. He walked up to me. "Remember me?" Sure I did. He had realized that he had been a dick to me when we were in high school together. He probably also realized that we had missed out on a golden opportunity had he been a little nice.

Still, when he suggested I take him home for sex, I said, "don't spoil the moment." I haven't seen him since.