For better or worse, this event probably explains a lot of my desires, perversions, and fetishes. This happened when I was young and naive. I did not know how to masturbate yet, I had cum a few times, but never intentionally. Wet dreams, cumming in my pants at least twice that I remember from overstimulation. I had a vague idea of what sex was but did not know what cum was.

My best friend was a few years older than me. We were close and best friends. We had furnished a "clubhouse" in his backyard. Furnished with only pillows and a couple of sleeping bags. No table or chairs and the ceiling was too low to stand comfortably. A former chicken coop or storage.

The buildup to what happened this day happened over a few months. We had a few Playboy magazines and constantly talked about girls at school. Randy usually brought up the subject of girls. Somewhere along the way, we started pretending we were on a date. Randy as always the guy and in control. Me, always the "girl" and submissive to what he directed me to do.

We undressed down to our underwear pretty often in the privacy of the clubhouse or while spending the night with each other. Usually sleeping side by side on the floor, falling asleep with the TV on.

When we pretended to be on a date, we would almost always be shirtless at least. From what I remember, he would usually be laid back against the pillows and I would be lying against him, with his right arm around me like boyfriend and girlfriend. At his direction, I would rub his chest with my hands. Rub my face against his chest, shoulders, and neck. We would pretend kiss, never on the mouth. He would kiss my cheek and tell me to kiss his cheek, neck, and chest. More than once I would end up with my head on his bare stomach and his hard-on really evident in his "tighty whities'. As he stroked my head and I rubbed his thighs. I remember his cock straining against the white cotton fabric and a wet spot forming at the time.

At some point, I decided that I wanted to have his cock in my mouth. I did not know what a blowjob was or that there was a chance of him cumming in my mouth.

This day, we had been playing date night. We were both in our underwear and were at the point of me with my head on his stomach rubbing his thighs. I ran my hand up and gripped his cock through his underwear and felt him tense up and sharply inhale, but he did not stop me. I lifted the waistband over his hard cock and scooted down and touched the tip to my lips and licked out. This was the first time I had tasted pre-cum. He told me to stop, but I told him that it was OK and that I wanted to do this. Then I sat up and pushed his underwear down to his ankles and off.

I got between his legs and kneeled over his cock and took it in my mouth. I instinctively knew what I wanted to do. I wanted to use my tongue and lick his cock head while it was in my mouth. I wanted to suck on him and feel his hardness in my mouth.

At this point, he was crazy horny and he wanted me to do what he said to do. All he wanted was for me to cover my teeth so I would not scratch him, and let him thrush up into my mouth. He was thrusting in and out of my mouth, making my eyes water. He was holding my head and tried to force himself deeper into my mouth with each thrust. We were doing this for a few minutes when we heard his grandmother coming out of the house and call for him.

"Randy, time for dinner, come inside." Frantic thrusting on his part, getting rougher on my mouth and throat. He was breathing hard and a low mmmmm coming for him as he got closer to cumming. She is going to walk out to our clubhouse and get him. He is desperately trying to finish at this point. We hear her open the gate to the little pen surrounding the clubhouse.

She is getting close and I'm not stopping. Actually, he is holding my head and not letting me stop. Finally, he pushes me off his cock and grabs it. I watch as he wraps his fist around it and gives it three pumps and cums. I had never seen cum. He shot up to his left shoulder on the first spurt, then just below his left nipple, then to his belly button and then he milks the final bit of cum out and onto his stomach.

She is so close now, constantly talking to us as she is walking to the door. Randy grabs my shirt and quickly wipes his cum off using my shirt and we quickly get our pants on, Randy slips his shirt on and I put mine on, but my shirt is wet with his cum and it smears on my face as I pull it over my head and I can feel the wetness on my chest and shoulder.

He tells her that we are coming in and she turns around and heads back. As we are leaving the clubhouse, my face is burning red and hot from embarrassment and humiliation.

Randy is walking in front of me and I am trailing behind. I ask him if maybe next time he will do that to me. In hindsight, it was a pathetic request. I see him reach into his jeans pocket and he pulled out a penny. I still remember that the penny was shiny. He turns to me and positions the penny, heads up, and gives it to me. He laughs at me and says "here, now I gave you head" and laughs again as he turns to go into his house.

I run home and go straight into the bathroom and lock the door. I push my jeans down and drop to my knees at the toilet. I only get about 4 pumps on my hard dick before I cum. It shoots to the back of the toilet, and I keep pumping until it is too sensitive to pump anymore.

I grab some toilet paper and clean up the rim of the toilet. I try to use toilet paper to clean myself up, but it only made a sticky mess. I took my cum soaked shirt off and hid it under some clothes in the laundry basket and washed up.

Post-nut regret really hit me hard after that. I went into my room and laid on the bed. Thinking about what I had done and wondering what it meant. What it meant to me and to my friendship to Randy.