My First Cock, My First Love!

Holidays in my early teens were always shared with my best friend - we would go away with either his parents or my parents. One year, when we were 15 years old, my parents took us to sunny Majorca in the summer. We stayed in a self-catering holiday complex and shared a room together. Around the swimming pools in the complex and down on the rocks by the sea, lots of women were topless and we would wander round with our tongues hanging out. It was too much for shy 15 year olds, so one day, we went back to the apartment when my parents were out. I walked round with just a towel on for a while, then I remember taking that off in front of my friend. I think he was naked as well - cool! However, we didn't touch each other and soon got dressed and went back out.

A day or so later, we were in the apartment alone again and my mate had a wank by rubbing his cock into his pillow on the bed. I watched him with much fascination.

Part-way through the holiday, we had to move apartments, and again shared a room. One evening, we had gone to bed and my mate started playing with his cock. I watched again, but didn't join in.

So that was it for the holiday.

Back at home, my friend and I were camping in a tent in my back garden one night shortly after the holiday. Now, two rampant 15 year olds in a tent together is asking for trouble and that was the night I was introduced to my first cock! I can't quite remember how it happened, but we were talking and inevitable the chat turned to sex and that's when it happened… either I asked or my friend offered, but my hand went under his quilt and I fondled his willie! Cor, how cool was that - a wonderful, soft-skinned penis in my hand. I've never been the same since, I can assure you! Well, what could I do but go pay a closer visit to his manhood… I got out from under my duvet and went under his duvet. It felt so natural to be down there, staring at this cute limp willie with it's tight innocent foreskin squished together and his soft, hairy balls lay against his thighs. I played with it for some time - touching it, holding it, squeezing it and even kissing it! Wow, I felt so excited, I just loved being so close to his genitals, I wanted to go to sleep with his limp cock in my mouth! Now that has got to prove what a willie-obsessed guy I am. I just love 'em!

It wasn't long after that night in the tent that I started playing with his cock every Saturday, either at his house or my parents house - we used to alternate visits every Saturday since we were 13. It started out of friendship, but this was going somewhere much more serious - I was his cock-slave and loved every mouth watering minute of it! The best bit for me was always the anticipation before "it" happened. Sometimes we'd tease each other as we sat in comfy chairs in my bedroom facing one another. But it wouldn't last long. I'd get up and go over to his chair and start rubbing his crotch. Then down would come his zip, I'd pop his button and open up his trousers just enough to see a nice bulge in his tight nylon underpants. Sometimes I'd rub it like that, keeping it tucked-up in his pants until he squirted his man-juice - it would come out through the material of his pants in a big watery white mass of sperm. Off he'd go to the bathroom to clean-up. Most occasions, however, I'd get his cock out and give it a jolly good seeing-to - wanking and sucking and licking and stroking and fondling it for ages. It felt so good to do that, I really felt like I was born to be a servant to the needs of my friends' cock. His foreskin slid really well, his cock so warm to touch. I'd rub my face over it and adore every inch of it.

On one occasion, we thought we'd try oral to completion. I would suck him off and let him spurt his juices into my mouth. Being well prepared for this, I had some chewing gum in my mouth already, worried that his spunk would taste like stale goat's piss. Well I sucked him and fondled him, as you do in these situations, then he let me know that he was about to shoot off. I felt his cock harden and then my mouth filled with his love-juice. Unfortunately, it did taste awful and I went to the toilet to spit it out. Never again. How come it doesn't taste nice, like melted chocolate? If it did, I'd suck ten willies an hour and let them all spurt in my gob! Oh well, one can dream…

So what of my friend and his lovely cock? Our sessions continued for about a year, with me doing the honours of relieving him every Saturday and even on other days when we were on our holidays. The next summer, we went away to a caravan park in Cornwall and shared a bunk-bed each in a tiny room in a caravan. I had the top bunk, he had the bottom (oo-er, missus! I have to tell you that I only fingered his bum hole a couple of times, but he did shoot loads of juice on those occasions! It was like a bloomin' volcano erupting and it was all my fault - oops!). So back in the caravan, it was during the day and his parents were in the main room at the front of the caravan and we had gone to our room. He wanted to be wanked off, so down I got from my bunk and did the mighty deed. And my friend said it was good, so much so that he spunked a big load and I was again a happy fellow.

Not long after that, I think it was after the summer holidays, I'm afraid I lost my nerve. I was worried people at school would find out. I just couldn't face the stigma of being a cock-lover in those days. I stopped seeing my friend and began to hang around with some new people who led me in an entirely new direction in life: music! So out went the cock-worshipping, except in secret and on my own. I descended into collecting porn mags for the pictures of cocks. When I discovered the Health and Efficiency magazine whilst working at WH Smiths, I was bowled over - here was a mag with lots of willies in it and I could get my mits on it for free!

And so it has continued to this day, some 25 years later, I am as obsessed with penises as I was back then. Only now, I have a few more on my CV, although not as many as I'd have liked as I went through many years of trying to deny my interest in the male sex organ. However, it feels much more natural to accept it than deny it. The true test is what makes your cock hard? Look at some pictures of men and women of different ages, colours and in various states of undress. Well, is it hard when you look at naked women, with their beef curtains hanging out of their love-tunnels, or is it hard when you see a cock dangling between a guys' legs? Are you more interested in tits or a big pair of shaved balls? Very occasionally, cock doesn't do it for me. I dunno, maybe it's exhaustion and time for a rest. Then I start wanking over women with big boobs and teens with tight asses and shaved quimmies! But the interest in cock returns with a vengeance every time. So I conclude that I, Peter Penis, am a true Lover of the Cock.

Bless you until next time (you did sneeze, didn't you?)...