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The Rec - 2
by Nic27552 (nic27552@yahoo.co.uk)
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The story of my sexual journey from youth to old age.
Told in chapters, this is the first encounter of my
teenage self. Other chapters will be posted if the
reception is positive. (mm-teens, youths, oral)
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Chapter 2: Robin blows out my candle
Well, I have to say I have been blown away by the
number and quality of my reviews. I thank you one and
all. It's great to know two things. One that the true
story still has a place in amateur writing, and two,
that there are that many men out there who both
identify with and remember similar experiences.
I am gonna carry on with the 6 true stories that I
want to get down, but they will not necessarily be in
chronological order. Sorry about that, but comfort
yourself with the fact that when I've finished, you
can rearrange them to your heart's content. I may be
responsible for a revival in Kleenex fortunes...ha ha.
So, in The Rec, I described my first voyeuristic
experience. Now move on a couple of weeks. OK, that
leaves out the actual first time I got my cock
massaged, but to be honest, it was such a rushed
affair, pinned against the wall by my adolescent tutor
as his cool hand pumped me to a quick fire climax,
that I think the story that follows will be worth
hanging on for.
As I said, Robin and I became friends. Not close
friends, you understand. He was 6 months younger than
me, skinny and a bit geekish with his longish fair
hair and childish face. I would have suffered death of
a thousand insults if our friendship had been overt.
No, at school we nodded to each other in the corridors
between classes, and left more intimate matters to
later.
So although I had my first orgasm by another person
with Robin. I think I was so excited at the prospect
of 'another boy's hand' on me THERE, that I must have
disappointed him. Seven or eight knowing strokes and I
covered his fist with my first proper milky cum. I
might have stayed for another bout, but in post
orgasmic guilt mode, the sight of the kid licking my
cooling cum off his fingers made me slightly queasy. I
did invite him to my imminent birthday party however,
later that week. And that's where we 'consummated' our
relationship, as it were. Read on...
The first part of the party went as planned. My mum
had allowed me 5 guests, in addition to family, so my
two football team mates, the lad next door and Jenny,
who lived in the next road, and had known me since I
started school all came. Oh, and Robin...
I suppose I had better give a more detailed
description of my life tutor, so here goes. As I said,
he was a typical skinny 13 year old. Fair hair,
cornflower blue eyes and a ready, toothy grin. He was
about 4" shorter than me at just over 5 feet. I think
his parents struggled for money, because his school
wear of grey shorts, off white short sleeved shirt and
hooped tank top (fashion wasn't our prime concern in
those austerity days!) was worn several days in a row,
before presumably being washed and dried for next
week. Today he turned up in what looked like his dads
flannel trousers, shortened dramatically, a blue polo
shirt and dirty brown suede shoes. His hair had been
washed and slicked down in attempt to tame it, but
strands poked out in several directions, defying his
mother's attempt to smarten him up. When I let him in
my front door, we exchanged a sly grin. I think we
both knew today was the day for my 'O' levels to
start...
After presents, sandwiches and jelly, there were games
(Wii had Definitely not been invented then...) and
after pass the parcel, most of my guests left with
small token gifts from my mum and dad as a thank you
for the more generous presents they had brought.
I pleaded with my mum to allow Robin to stay,
ostensibly to help me put my Hornby double 0 train set
together up in my bedroom. She agreed, and to my
delight, asked if I minded if she and my Dad went to
Jenny's house up the road to speak to her parents.
They were good friends, and I knew they would be out
of the house a couple of hours at least. I remember my
fingers tingling as I opened my bedroom door, train
set under my arm. I heard the street door slam, and
suddenly the house was quiet after the pandemonium of
the past 3 hours. I could hear Robins breathing close
to my ear as I stood uncertainly in the doorway. He
spoke softly.
"Put the train down Nick." I did so obediently,
realising that this was a defining moment in my life.
He pushed me back until my knees brushed the
candlewick cover on my single bed. I sat down
awkwardly, taking my weight on my elbows.
He looked at me for a moment before kneeling in front
of me, coming to rest between my outstretched legs.
"Are you sure?" he said quietly, not needing to say
what about
I didn't trust myself to speak, so nodded nervously.
Saliva drained from my mouth, leaving it dry and
sensitive. He rested both of his small hands on my
bare thighs, an inch from the hem of my short
trousers. My skin felt hot to me, and the cool touch
of his hands produced a shiver which ran through my
body as if I had a fever. He was actually going to do
this!
His hands moved to my waistband, pulling the big
button from its button hole. I felt the zip begin to
descend as his slim fingers pulled at it, and my heart
raced even faster than it already was. Cool air
brushed over me as his practised hands slipped off
first my shorts and then the new boxer shorts my dad
had bought me last weekend. My cock slapped against my
flat belly as he did so. Swollen, purple hard, it
seemed more aroused than I had ever seen it. OK, at
14, my cock wasn't about to frighten the horses, being
less than 5" fully hard, but it obviously delighted
Robin, because I saw his face crease in a sly grin.
His hands pushed my thighs open wider as he shuffled
nearer.
"It's lovely," he breathed as his head got closer.
"Really lovely Nick."
Delicately his finger and thumb circled the base and
his head dipped nearer. I held my breath.
That first warm, wet, impossibly erotic swipe of his
tongue nearly finished me there and then. I think I
must have gasped, because he stopped and looked up at
me. I guess he must have remembered my hair trigger
response earlier when he touched me.
"Take it easy Nick," he smiled. "I wanna do this."
I gritted my teeth, trying desperately to think of
something non sexual to slow my reactions, but it was
really hard.
His head dipped again, and this time it wasn't just a
swipe of the tongue. This time his mouth slipped over
the head of my cock and kept on going. I suppose a 13
year old who could take most of a black man's 8 incher
could easily handle my 5, but it was still a shock
when I realised that his nose was touching my belly
and that my whole cock was enveloped in warm wet
heaven. How I stopped myself coming there and then I
don't know. I do know that my hands ached after from
gripping the bedspread so hard.
Up and down his head bobbed. Delicious isn't anything
like strong enough a term for what I was feeling.
Ecstatic, delirious, you think up a better
superlative. All I know is for the short 3 or 4
minutes he sucked me I was in paradise... He reprised
the skillful hand actions I had seen him perform in
the rec, one hand pumping in counterpoint to his
sucking mouth, the other scratching my adolescent
balls delicately with the tips of his fingers.
He obviously didn't think I needed the extra
stimulation of tongue work, and he was right. My back
arched up like a bow and I gripped his head in my
hands, stretching to keep his mouth on me, all totally
unnecessary I'm sure, but I was beyond all reason by
then. With a strangled cry, I warned him I was about
to come.
Why I don't know.
As the hot cum shot up my shaft and into his working
mouth, he slowed his bobbing and fucking hummed, Yep,
that's what he did, he hummed. I nearly died on the
spot. Four, five, six spurts, I thought it would never
stop. And through it all Robin hummed in satisfaction.
I never met a guy since who was so damned pleased with
a mouthful of cum as that boy.
Well, I sat there for a few seconds after the last of
my cum had been happily swallowed by my young seducer.
When he pulled away, a thin string of semen connected
his lower lip to the tip of my still hard cock. He
licked it away with a cheeky grin and we both giggled
for a bit, breaking the painful silence.
I took a deep breath after my cock had slowly
subsided.
"Do you want me to..." I said slowly, looking first to
his crotch and then into his eyes
"Uh, you don t have to Nick" he said quietly "Usually,
they don't"
I took 'they' to mean his previous conquests. So there
were more than one, I thought.
A feeling almost like fear made me shiver. Was I
really gonna do this?
"No," I said firmly, more firmly than I felt. "I want
to."
His face beamed in that infectious grin I was growing
to like more every day
"OK," he said. "Brilliant."
He stood whilst I replaced him on the floor, and his
trousers hit the floor quickly. He didn't need to take
off his underwear, he wasn't wearing any.
I actually gasped, something I thought only happened
in the westerns I read avidly in those days.
His erection stood proud of his crotch, hard and
quivering. Damn, I thought, he's bigger than me. OK,
maybe just an inch, but the contrast between his
almost hairless thin body and this swaying hard on was
startling to my 14 year old eyes. I don't want to go
on about it, because it will start to sound like a
common jerk off fantasy, but he was bigger, and very
pretty. That's a strange thing to say about a cock, I
know, but it was pretty.
He wasn't circumcised (unlike me) but his foreskin was
peeled back behind the head so it almost looked as if
he was. I've seen a few cocks in real life, and many
on the web, and I can say his was the prettiest I have
ever seen. Pale pink, smooth and hairless, it had the
classic head, darker and shiny with his excitement. I
suppose it was about 6" long, proportionately thick,
with a slight upward curve on it. My nostrils flared
at the slight musky smell. He was clean, but sucking
me off had obviously excited him quite a lot.
I leaned forward and steeled myself to touch it. He
trembled slightly as my fingers grasped him. It was
surprisingly hot to the touch, smooth and soft, but I
could feel the hardness under the skin. I was
breathtakingly excited. I breathed hard, realising I
had been holding my breath for long seconds. I could
feel the blood pulsing through his erection. It pulsed
slightly in my hand. I looked up to see his pale blue
eyes fixed on me. Waiting...
Oh well, I thought, it's now or never. Leaning forward
I replicated his slow lick up and down the shaft,
moving my fingers to allow my tongue to slide up to
the tip. He groaned and I glanced up to see that he
had shut his eyes.
Bracing myself, I leaned forward further and allowed
my lips to surround the head. It was his turn to gasp,
and I felt good that I had pleased him. It tasted a
little salty, but I was amazed to find it wasn't at
all unpleasant. Rather it felt the most natural thing
in the world. Slowly I built up a rhythm, up and down,
sucking gently as I dipped, before pulling back and
moving my hand to keep the pace even. He groaned again
and this time his fingers locked in my hair, urging me
to move faster.
I don't know how long that first act of fellatio
lasted, minutes, hours... who knows. His cock fitted
perfectly in my mouth, filling it just enough to feel
good. I experimented, cupping his small balls and
teasing the sac with my fingernails. It obviously
worked because his fingers tightened in my hair more
and more. Soon enough the moment of truth arrived. Do
I swallow or not?
The matter was taken out of my hands because with a
final high pitched squeak, my boy lover came. One
second my mouth was filled with hard cock, the next I
had a mouth full of warm liquid as well. In the split
second before he jetted again, I decided. I swallowed
once. He filled my mouth again, I swallowed again. The
third pulse was smaller and I tasted bleach and wheaty
warmth. It wasn't Angel Delight Butterscotch flavour
but then it wasn't Brussels sprout nausea inducing
foulness either.
I sucked him to the last tiny spurt.
I knelt back on my haunches and looked up at him for
the first time in minutes. He had this stupid grin on
his face, like that kid from the Mad comics. Goofy,
satisfied and absolutely delighted.
I had done it at last!
Well, that's that one told. In fact I was introduced
to the glorious pleasure of 69 after that. And all in
the two hours my parents were out. But that's for the
next episode. I think that my first 69 deserves that,
don't you?
Comments welcome on nic27552@yahoo.co.uk. Flames
ignored!
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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