This is the real story about my first time sucking a cock.
This is a true story of my first time sucking a dick. A few things you should know. I am an orphan and grew up in care home. I did move between foster homes. After I got into high school, the summer before I started there was an incident at my foster home, that meant I had to move. This led to me being over a 40 minute drive away from my new school. The council arranged for a taxi to take me to school every day.
My driver was an older gent. He picked me up every morning and drove me to school. We got talking and to know each other. His name was Hamza. He was from Pakistan and was married to a nurse, she was the one who got a visa to come to the UK. He had 2 kids.
I talked about school, no family and what I enjoyed. He encouraged me to study and how important it was. He would ask about girlfriends and we got talking about me. I knew I liked guys before 11 and I felt I could open up. He was kind about it and said I should follow my heart.
Through the months I enjoyed seeing Hamza and sharing. I also probably flirted a little with him, as he was the only older man in my life who wasn’t a foster parent or a teacher. At Christmas holidays Hamza and I exchanged numbers, as I was desperate to talk to him still.
On going back to school in January I was finding it hard and a couple of times I cried in the taxi. Hamza use to take me to a car park in a wooded area and hug me.
Towards the end of January, just before my 12th birthday, I didn’t want to go to school. I explained it to Hamza, I cried and we went to our spot. Hamza said he could call the school and tell them I’m not well, but I’d have to do something for him. I trusted him, so agreed.
I gave him the school number and Hamza called in. After he finished the call Hamza walked over to me. He said let’s go for a walk. We walked for about 5 minutes and the entire time he is asking questions if I’d be with a guy, as I liked them, did I want to, etc. I answered but was getting nervous. We came to a bench and there was no one around. We sat down and he told me he had been thinking about me sexually and asked if I had thought about him that way. I blushed. I had a lot at night. He took my hand and placed it on his crotch through his trousers. I could feel he was hard. He lent forward and kissed me. I kissed him back, my first proper kiss was with a guy in his 50s who tasted like cigarettes and garlic. I loved it. We kissed more and I felt Hamza get his cock out, putting my hand on it. I wanked it, like I’ve done to mine, except his was bigger (not much, probably 5inches hard). I’d never felt an cut cock. My little hand rubbed him. Hamza stood up and told me to suck him. I was nervous and he snapped, saying if I didn’t want to, I could go to school. I understood and I leaned forward. His cock was glistening and I now realise that was pre-cum. I ran my tongue over his cock head. It was salty and sticky, it was ok. I kissed it and licked it more. Hamza was horny, he grabbed my head and shoved his cock in my mouth. I tried to stop him, but I was not strong enough. Hamza proceded to fuck my mouth. I was gagging and then he cum in my mouth. I tried to keep it down, but felt I was going to be sick. He let go of my head and I was sick on the floor.
After this, Hamza and I met a lot. I learnt how to suck a man’s cock and I was sucking him off at least twice a week. Hamza also introduced me a couple of his friends, who I sucked off. Before I was 13 I was moved to a foster home closer to school. I saw him occupied after when we arranged to meet up, but by that time I had found cottaging and cruising sites.
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