Everything happened in Rio de Janeiro, and I was entering adolescence. At that time I lived with my grandparents in Tijuca.

One late afternoon, my grandparents’ godson arrived to live with us. His name was Marco Antonio, he was from Espírito Santo, and he had come to Rio to study. He was 17 and already a handsome Black man. I felt his eyes on me and I confess I felt a little intimidated, not really knowing why.

As night fell, after dinner—which was served religiously at eight o’clock—my grandparents went to bed. They generally slept early, almost always between nine and nine-thirty. I always stayed up later watching TV in the living room, always alone, but from that day on, no longer. I was sitting on the rug, as usual, and he was sitting on the sofa. We talked about the TV programs, and before I knew it he was sitting beside me on the rug. On that first day everything was normal. We watched TV and after it ended we went to bed.

After a week with Marco Antonio as the new resident, I had already gotten used to having him as company to watch TV.

One hot night, I went to the kitchen to drink water and on my way back I tripped and hurt my foot. I came into the living room limping and complaining about the pain in my foot. Marco Antonio, noticing how hard it was for me to walk, got up and came to help me. He sat on the sofa and pulled me over, making me sit on his lap. With his left hand he held me, and with his right hand he massaged my injured foot while making me tell him what had happened. He was wearing loose shorts, and sitting on his lap I felt the bulge of his penis growing. His cock, growing bigger and bigger, was right between my butt cheeks, and I found the sensation it caused very good, although it made me feel awkward. After a while I decided to get up and sit in my usual place, but not before catching, out of the corner of my eye, how huge the penis was under those shorts. After the program ended, we went to sleep, each in our own room.

It must have been around 2:30 in the morning when I woke up with Marco Antonio sitting on the edge of my bed. Before I could say anything, he made a shushing gesture and took his penis out of his shorts, making me hold it. I was completely shocked and scared, and he, taking advantage of that moment, made me start jerking him off, guiding my hand in movements sometimes fast, sometimes slow. In the slow movements he made my hand caress the tip of his cock, and that was when I began to notice his glans, big and pointed and all wet, because he was very turned on. Suddenly he lifted me, made me sit on the bed, and whispered in my ear, asking me to open my mouth. Without thinking, I did, and as soon as I did he put his penis in my mouth, and that was how I could taste the sticky stuff that I liked feeling slide over the tips of my fingers. I found it a little salty and liked the flavor. He started guiding me on how I should suck him, to run my tongue over the head of the cock, to squeeze it with my hand massaging upward to make more semen come out, after he found out that I liked the taste. Suddenly he asked me to stop and ran out of the room, interrupting that moment that I was beginning to like very much, leaving me there not really understanding what had happened.

Morning came and the day passed slowly, because I was anxious for night to arrive, and when at last the moment came when we were alone in the living room, I sitting on the rug and he, this time, on the sofa. Minutes passed and suddenly he stood up, went to the living room door to make sure my grandparents were already asleep, came back and took me by the hand, sat down on the sofa, and made me sit on his lap. With his face very close to mine, he apologized, explaining that he had run out of my room because he didn’t want to come in front of me. He had done that because he didn’t want to scare me. He explained to me what sperm was, what it was made of, and the difference between sperm and semen, and that today he would show me. I listened without saying a word, but feeling that cock get big and hard with me sitting on it, feeling it throb hot so close to my little ass.

Then he made me sit on the rug, lowered his shorts, and there I could see the size, the thickness, and that wonderful black color, with the pointed head completely wet. He then made me kneel and, with his hand over my hair, lovingly made me suck him, making my head go up and down so I swallowed as much of that big cock as I could. I tried to stay like that as long as possible until the moment I had to say:

- My mouth hurts.

Then he eased the pressure on my head and let me keep running my tongue over and sucking that pointed, delicious glans. We stayed like that for a good while, and as I sucked him—and by then I was doing it with enormous pleasure—he got more and more excited. Suddenly he murmured in my ear that he was going to cum, held my head so I had no way to take his dick out of my mouth, until I felt a hot, thick jet filling my little mouth. There was so much cum that I ended up letting some run out the corner of my mouth, but I managed to swallow most of it. But it was pleasurable to hold on to his thighs while being fucked by his throat, so speeding up he shot cum, I even tried to pull away, but in vain, he forced me to take it all without complaining. Jets and jets of warm milk, a bitter taste, and me with an unconscious urge to give.

He stayed there, watching me keep sucking his cock, leaving him with not a trace of cum left.

I sucked him for several nights after that, always taking his little milk until the day he started putting it in my little ass... But that’s another story.

If you liked this tale, tell me. My email is resouzapoa.gmail.com and I live in Porto Alegre.