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Jen's Blow Job
by Vijay Martinez (lobo_loco_6666@hotmail.com)

***

My first encounter with Jen involved a hand-job at my 
apartment. This is the story about my second encounter, 
and this time we met at her high school. It was very 
intense. (M/f-teen, oral)

***

Based on a true story.


I didn't want to write that first Jen story 'cause I 
was afraid what people might think... but I did it 
anyway 'cause I thought it was too hot to keep to 
myself. I didn't want to write this one, either, but 
I've gotten enough positive feedback from those who 
understand that I think it's safe to continue the tale.

One of my 'rules' for writing is honesty: I don't want 
to hold anything back, I want to tell everything going 
on in my mind and body. Often that's meant revealing a 
lot of personal and even embarrassing details... so, it 
would be a lie to say that the thought of sex with 
teenagers (like Jen) doesn't get me hard. It's a 
typical 'male' fantasy to be the first, rock-hard dick 
a girl sees and this male is no different. 

One of my many jo fantasies over the years revolves 
around exposing myself to a bunch of willing teenagers 
and letting them play with my cock and balls. I totally 
get off on the thought of them watching me squirm and 
wince to their touch and just explode. Of course I 
don't do it, it's illegal, but I think it's perfectly 
healthy and so were my encounters with Jen. She was 
underage but she always controlled the situation.

My second encounter with Jen was even more dangerous 
than my first. We planned it carefully through chats 
and emails. She wanted to meet at the high school. I 
got an instant boner at the thought. She said she knew 
a good place to suck me off, an abandoned place in the 
annex basement. I told her all about my teenage years, 
reliving what girls did to my woodie in dark, out of 
the ways places and after that weekend I was dying for 
her to abuse my boy toys.

Tuesday, the day we decided to meet, I drove to the 
high school. It was an urban area with a lot of traffic 
on the road and sidewalk so it was easy for me to 
'hide.' I parked a few block from the building itself 
and just casually walked as if I was a local. I played 
the perfect bystander, I think, even pretending to tie 
my shoes to buy time (her lunch started at 11:30 and I 
was a little too early). All the while a trickle of 
student passed by chatting.

I was nervous, complete with butterflies in my stomach. 
I was shaking and shivering in a way that was very much 
arousing 'cause I kept thinking about what was going to 
happen....My dick stirred, anticipating Jen's sweet 
attention, one moment stiffening and the next going 
limp.

I wore loose, casual sweats and shirt...stuff that 
would be easy to take off or put on and I wondered if 
my bulge was noticeable to the girls walking by me 
actually, I hoped it was. I wanted them to look and 
point and maybe -- in my fantasies at least -- ask to 
pull out my dick. Teenagers are very curious and god 
what I would have done to fulfill that curiosity! Even 
out in the middle of the street. Sick perverted 
exhibitionist that I am :)

I passed by the annex and the door just cracked open at 
that moment. I stopped and looked, it opened wider but 
it was too dark to see, I grabbed the door. I opened it 
and smiled.

"I can't believe this," I said, quickly moving into the 
building.

"I didn't think you'd come." Jen kissed my cheek, I 
chuckled lowly feeling my shaft rubbing against her 
body. She held my hand and we walked straight to the 
head of the stairs.

"I still can't believe I'm doing this," I repeated as 
we clamored down the steps.

"Getting hard, huh?" she asked slyly already knowing 
the answer: she scanned the outline of my crotch 
earlier. Taking her hand from mine she put it to my 
bulge and palmed my genitals, feeling up and down my 
rock-hard shaft and fondling the edges of my ball sack. 
"You're so excited, sweetie," she teased, squeezing my 
parts.

"You have no idea," I stammered running out of breath 
as she goaded my arousal. I clasped her hand still, I 
brought it up to my waist band and eased it into my 
sweats. Without another hint she located my dick and 
held me like a joystick, patting her thumb against my 
cock head.

She giggled and cooed as played with my foreskin and I 
moaned and groaned to her amusement.

The annex basement was dark and abandoned just as she 
said it was...she led me to the 'room': a hallway 
behind the stairs where a spare desk and chair were 
stored.

"You use this place a lot?" I asked, kissing her lips.

"I've blown a few guys here," she removed her hand from 
inside my sweats and let it rest around the tent that 
formed outside. "We can be as nasty as we want."

I heard students in the distance, we were just under 
the cafeteria. No one seemed to use the stairs and no 
one seemed to come down into the basement, still we 
weren't in a real room or anything, anyone could have 
found us any time.

"Jen... oh god, oh god Jen!" she massaged my swollen 
glans with her cupped palm through my sweats, it was so 
arousing I grinded into her hand involuntarily.

"Wanna fuck?" she held my butt with one hand and with 
the other rubbed against the length of my throbbing 
cock.

"No," I stammered, "but man I'd love to!" I thrashed my 
head back as I kept grinding into her palm. "I'd love 
to shove that cock into you."

She laughed, again easing her hands into my sweats, 
onto my ass and my privates.

"Ever been caught?" I cupped her breasts, reaching into 
her shirt to feel them.

"Never."

Just like that Jen freed my cock and balls...my dick 
pointed straight across, bobbing up and down as it 
pulsated and my sac was so tight and scrunched up it 
looked like a little, round bump under my base. She 
cupped my testicles, squeezing my balls together. She 
stroked my rod, rubbing intensely from my base to my 
tip all about my circumference.

"God, Jen, you're so good at this." I was in a daze 
just overcome by the incredible pleasure she was giving 
me, I kissed her lips, I brushed my face against her 
breasts and just as I did that she turned all of her 
attention to my foreskin. I grunted, tearing up and 
jerking my body away from her. "Oh, oh," I whimpered 
almost in pain.

Laughing, she hugged me, patting my naked butt, 
"Sweetie, I feel like I'm molesting a little boy."

I felt my genitals brush against her bare midriff and I 
shivered, shaking and thrusting.

I remembered the table and sat at the edge. My legs 
dangled, I looked at my lap, my cock sticking straight 
up. I pulled my sweats down to my ankles and spread my 
legs.


Jen stood between my legs, staring into my crotch.

"I wish I were a little boy for you; I'd love to be 
molested."

She giggled as she brushed her fingers across my ball 
sack, "Are you little parts cold sweetie? Want me to 
warm them?"

I nodded quickly, "You have such warm hands," she 
cupped my sac, pulling my flesh as far as it 
could...she bounced my balls.

I winced; there was just nothing like that feeling of 
being so vulnerable to her touch. "I love you playing 
with my balls, Jen, I love you."

"Yeah, it's like the most fun I've ever had with a 
guy."

"You like touching? Playing?"

"Yeah," she knelt a little. "Most guys just pull it out 
and want me to suck it off, but you let me do just 
about everything." I felt her breath against my 
genitals.

"You do it so well, Jen... oh... oh... oh!"

"You look like you're ready to cum!"

I grasped the edge of the table between my legs, "I 
gotta feel my cock on your lips, I gotta feel... Oh 
Jen..."

She brought my dick to her mouth. I'll never forget how 
soft and wet her lips felt against my rough, swollen 
glans, she kissed my tip, lapping her tongue under it.

I shivered and shook.

She sucked my entire head into her mouth.

"Argh!" I grunted. She was teasing my glans with her 
tongue.

She pulled my dick out slow enough that I felt her 
lips, her teeth and her tongue rub along my cock all at 
once.

"You are so good," I shouted as I squirmed. Again she 
kissed my tip. "God, you are so good. Argh! Ahhh, god!" 
I lost all control as she sucked my dick into her lips 
again. 

She thrashed her head back and forth as I bucked. She 
took me out and rubbed me like she was jacking me off 
and I whined like a boy, tearing up and telling her how 
awesome she made my penis feel. Then she sucked me 
back, I think I was crying as she was thrashing her 
head and massaging my cock. "Jen," I was out of breath.

"I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum!" I stammered, 
feeling that pressure at the tip of my dick. I lifted 
myself up a bit, trembling all the while her fingers 
were round my head, jerking me with quick, violent 
strokes. I held my breath and sat straight up with my 
legs spreading wide, it was the feeling of her fingers 
massaging my foreskin that put me over the edge. I let 
out my breath with a long, loud grunt. I came in 
fingers, shivering with every squirt and every stroke 
of Jen's firm, tight grip.

For breathless moments I sat back, naked, with Jen's 
hands palming about my male parts -- there was 
something so loving and intimate about the way she 
molested me.

"Wow," I said, sitting up. "You like playing... I like 
playing, too."

"Yeah," she kissed my cheek.

"Kiss my cock," I begged. "Jen, kiss my cock. Kiss it 
all over."

She stifled a giggle and cupped my dick with her two 
hands. She kissed the tip of my foreskin... then rolled 
it back and kissed the tip of my glans. I must've 
gotten a woodie right then and there.

"You're just awesome, you're just an awesome girl."

"Yeah," she teased, tickling my scrotum. "Fuck me!"

"I wish... Jen..."

I grabbed my sweats and pulled them up, damn it, if I 
could've done it over again I would've fucked her. And 
I promised myself if I ever got another chance with a 
teenager like Jen, I'd fuck her if she asked.

We walked back to the steps and at the top we hugged 
again, my bulge was quite prominent and the way she was 
teasing me about it and feeling it I knew I'd find it 
very difficult to hide my tent outside in the street. 
With another kiss and a couple of 'laters' the 
encounter was over. And that's the last time we met...

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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