When I was at school, each boy (I went to an all boys school) was
required to do two weeks Work Experience after GCSEs (which makes me 16
at the time of this story). I wanted to get a placement in an
engineering firm, but that fell through and I ended up at a tennis
club, getting experience as a coach. It wasn't bad, as I was a club
member and it meant a lot of free tennis while I was there, and I was
paired up with an LTA youth player, also a coach at the club, which was
great for my progress. One of the big bonuses (although at the time I
really didn't realise what a bonus it was), was the head coach's son.
The head coach was an American lady, and her son (wish I could remember
his name, but for the sake of argument let's say Alex), was a blond
headed little god of twelve years.
I didn't get to spend a lot of time with Alex. At the time, I didn't
understand my own sexuality, so I didn't realise it was a perfect
opportunity to get somewhere with a horny, hot little boy. One occasion
stands out in my mind, though. We were in the club bar. Alex was there
with his mum, who was giving me some instructions about some job or
other she wanted doing. Alex was in a playful mood, and even though it
was the middle of a warm summer, had with him a compact umbrella, one
of those ones which pops out when you press a button, but doesn't
unfurl unless you release the strap around the outside.
For some reason, he decided that the funniest thing in the world was to
fire the umbrella at my crotch. On the second attempt, he got a little
too close, and I stepped back as I felt it just touch me. Alex laughed
heartily, and proceeded to tell his mother,
'I hit him in the penis!'
He repeated it a couple of times for effect, quite loudly. His mother,
who was seemingly immune to her son's excitement at using what was
probably a newly-learned word, told him to be quiet, but without much
behind it. She then proceeded to shuffle off to some other part of the
club, telling Alex to stay put, and leaving me to my own devices, it
seemed.
Alex waved the umbrella triumphantly, and laughingly threatened to get me again, to which I responded,
'At least I have something to hit!'
Alex seemed genuinely hurt.
'I have something, you know,' he said with a pout. I couldn't give up teasing him that easily, though.
'Yeah, right.'
'I have!' he insisted, a little bit of a whining tone coming into his voice.
'Uh-huh,' I said, laying on the disbelief thickly.
Alex huffed a little, then, grabbing the sleeve of my jumper, pulled me
towards the men's changing rooms. Luckily no-one saw us going in, or
questions might have been asked. He dragged me to the toilet block
inside, and straight into the disabled toilet, locking the door behind
us.
'I have got something, look,' he said, unsnapping his dark grey school
trousers, and letting them drop to the floor, showing me the bulge
which filled the front of his light blue briefs.
By this point my heart was hammering so hard in my chest I was amazed
that he couldn't hear it. Sexual excitement made me bold, and I said,
'Could be a sock.'
Alex gave me a theatrical sigh, and pushed his pants to half mast, lifting up his shirt.
There, indeed, was proof that he was all boy. It was about two
inches of uncut perfection, sitting on a nice rounded sack which showed
no signs of imminent dropping. He was a little immature for his age,
but I wasn't complaining.
'There, happy now?' he asked.
'Not as happy as you!' I joked, as his little tube of flesh jolted a
couple of times then began to expand. It wasn't long before he was
fully hard, pointing to the sky. Alex tried to cover himself, but I
pulled his hands away. His face was crimson, eyebrows knitted in
consternation. I could tell he was feeling really sorry for himself,
embarrassed that he had got hard in front of the teenager, and I
decided a complement wouldn't go amiss.
'Hey, you do have something. And it's pretty nice, too!'
Alex gave me a half smile, but I could tell he wasn't convinced.
'Do you know how to get it to go down?' I asked, to which the response was a shake of the head.
'You do this,' I said, and grabbed his little rod between thumb and two
fingers, rubbing the skin up and down on his shaft, paying special
attention to the tip where it was most sensitive.
Alex gasped. I saw his hands come up to push me off, then they stopped,
as though his brain had got the message that his dick wanted me to
carry on. I did so, enjoying watching his face as the pleasure built. I
kept going until his knees almost gave way and he came, shooting a drop
or two of clear, runny liquid onto my hand, which I quickly lapped up
while his eyes were closed.
Alex wanted to be out of there as soon as possible once he'd achieved
orgasm, and for the next few days wouldn’t speak to me when I saw him
around. Eventually, though, we spoke again, and he confessed that he
had tried what I'd done for him a couple of times, and got the feeling
again.
That's as far as it ever went, but it's a great memory to have.