Date: Fri, 7 Mar 2008 11:08:30 -0500
From: steamgene@cox.net
Subject: Ralph's Adventures #4 Teaching Tommy

When I drove up to my house from school one afternoon I saw a kid
riding his bike in the street.  I didn't recognize him, but he rode
up the driveway when I got out of the car.
	"Hi.  You Ralph?" he asked, straddling his bike.  He looked maybe
13, fairly tall, thin, with a round face and long brown curly hair.
I nodded.  "I'm Tommy Jones.  Kristen and Heather are two of my
friends and they said you could probably help me."
	That was interesting.  What could I do for Tommy to help him?
Kristen and Heather were both great lays, even as young as they
were.  "Why did they say that?"
	"Well, I've known them all my life.  I just turned 13 and we've
always been friends."
	"So are you beginning to like one as more than a friend?  Or both of
them?"
	"No.  It's , it's, well, I'm sure I'm gay, but I don't know how to
give a blow job.  Or get one.   They think you might teach me."  He
looked a bit worried, like he thought maybe they'd played a joke on him.
	"Ah," I said.  "Maybe I can.  My parents won't be home for two
hours.  You want to learn right now?"
	"That would be great," he cried and jumped off his bike, quickly
locking the front wheel to the frame.
	"Come on in," I said.  Once we were in the house, I put my hand on
his shoulder.  "Do you just want to learn about blow jobs or shall we
take our time?"  With that I led him towards the stairs going up to
my room.
	"What do you mean by `take our time?'" Tommy asked as we entered my
room.  I shut the door, and put both my hands on his shoulders.
	"You know.  Make out.  Foreplay."
	"Do guys make out with each other?" he asked, a slow smile coming
over his face.  "I thought they just sucked on each other."
	"That's a quickie," I said.  "Let me show you."  With that, I put my
arms around him and drew him close.  "Raise your face," I said softly
and he did.  So I kissed him, immediately darting my tongue to his
lips which slowly opened to receive it.  I frenched him deeply and
felt his arms go around my waist as my cock grew harder.  After
awhile we drew back.
	"Wow," he breathed.  I took his hand and led him to the bed.   He
had on a polo shirt, which I gathered in my hands and drew off of
him.  His chest was, of course, hairless, not that mine had much
more, which I showed him as I pulled off my t-shirt.  I pulled him
down to the bed, put my arms around him again and we went back to
kissing.  This time his tongue gingerly entered my mouth so I ran my
hand lightly over his nipples for a few moments.
	This was going fast, but I figured I might as well push on.  I put
my hand between his legs and felt a boner straining his jeans.  As my
rand rubbed his cock he drew me closer.  He was ready, for sure.  I
gently pushed him down on the bed, undid his belt, zipped down his
fly, opened his waist button and gathered jeans and shorts in both
hands and drew them down; his four inch, thin cock sprang to
attention, revealing sparse pubic hair above the shaft.
	"What about your pants?' he asked.
	"Later, dude," I said.  "You've never done this before?"
	"No," he said.  "And so far it's great."  The pre-cum dripping from
his cock told me that.  The first time was probably going to be
fast.  I eased myself down to his loins, licked the pre-cum off his
cock-head and took his young meat into my mouth.  It entered and I
went down easily all the way to his balls.  "Oh," he moaned.  I let
it slip almost out from between my lips and slid down again.  "Oh,
SHIT!"  he cried as his cock bucked in my mouth and his boy cum
flooded it.  I swallowed and took his next load."  "I'm so sorry," he
wailed.  I just kept on taking his sweet tasting love juice until his
boy meat stopped twitching.  "I came in your mouth.  Do you have
something to spit it into?"
	I lifted my head.  "Spit it out? I swallowed all of it.   You were
just awful fast.  The next time will take longer."
	"Next time?"
	"Sure.  If I'm going to teach you how to give a blow job, I'll need
to do this again so you know what to do when you go down on me in a
half hour or so."  I rubbed his cock and it sprang back to attention
almost at once.  "You had a quickie.  The best way to start is to
begin by kissing the cock-head and running your tongue around the
piss slit."  I lowered my face and licked his rounded dick-head and
let my tongue's tip caress the lips of his piss-slit.  Then I
stopped, raised my face to his and kissed him again, to which he
responded almost shyly.
	As we parted he said, "Your mouth tastes different."
	"That's your cum's taste.  It's nice and sweet.  I like it."  I
dropped back to his cock, and rubbed it with my hand a bit, not
really jacking him.  "You can put your hands on my cock.  Maybe begin
to take my pants off if you want," I said, then eased his cock up so
I could run my lips down the base of his shaft.  "Kiss the shaft.
Lick it.  Go all the way down to the balls.  Lick them.  Ease them
into your mouth."  All of this I did as his hands clumsily loosened
my jeans.  I took his cock back into my mouth and ran my tongue
around it as I raised my hips and let him slip my jeans down.
	"God, it's big,"he said as my cock must have come into his view.  I
raised my mouth off his boy-cock.
	"Not more than seven inches.  Probably just a bit over six," I said,
then licked off more pre-cum and took it back into my mouth.  I again
caressed his shaft with my tongue.  Tommy moaned.  It felt good to
take his whole cock so easily in my mouth, all the way down to his
maturing balls, which I cupped in my hands and rolled as I bobbed up
and down, now going fast, now slow, my tongue working all the time.
His hands began to rub my back.   I picked up my speed as it became
apparent he was going to shoot off again soon.
	"Oh.  I'm gonna again.  I'm close.  I'm close.  Oh.  OH. OH!" and he
thrust his hips up towards me as he pumped another load into my
mouth, which I happily swallowed, but not as much this time.   I held
it in my mouth until I felt it begin to soften.
	I raised up.  "Like that?"
	"Yeah," he said.  "Now you want me to try?"  He bit his lip.  "What
does it taste like?"  He looked concerned.
	"My prick tastes like your finger pretty much.  Cum tastes different
from different guys.  Some is better than others."  I rolled over on
the bed, moving up to give him a good view and some room.
	"How many guys have you sucked?" he said, still looking hesitant.
	"You are the third.  Your cum is sweet.  The first guy I ever did
was pretty salty.   But the guy who I've done the most is almost as
sweet as yours.  He says mine's like ice cream."
	"I guess I should start," Tommy said with hesitation in his voice.
	"You can wait, if you want," I said.  "Or just start with your
hand."  That seemed to be a good idea, as he reached out  and took my
cock in his hand.  "Just like you were beating off,"  I said.  "Then
lean over,"  which he did, his mouth going closer and closer to my
cock.  Finally I felt a gentle touch, but whether it was his tongue
or his lips I could not tell.  "That's it.  Kiss the tip.  Tongue the
slit.  Kiss down the shaft.  Get used to it."  He did. Kiss. Tongue.
Kiss. "You can sort of put your lips around the shaft and rub  back
and forth.  It's not really in your mouth."  He tried that and it
felt fantastic.  "Now slide back up to the tip."  He did.  "Now ease
it in.  Keep your lips covering your teeth." My cock slid into his
mouth.  "Take it in a bit at a time.  Try to use your tongue.  See
how deep you can go."  And he did.  I felt his lips sink down my
shaft, felt the hesitant touch of his tongue, felt his mouth go
deeper. "Now draw back, but not all the way.  Then down again.  Get
the rhythm going."  He did.  I watched his head begin to bob up and
down,  saw my shaft appear and vanish through the hair which hung off
his head.
	"You're doing great.  You really are.  Oh.  So nice.  Keep it up.
I'll warn you before I cum.  I hope you can do it all the way.
Cumming in the mouth is so good.  So good.   Go faster."  He began to
bob rapidly and I felt pressure begin to rise.  Would he carry
through or stop?  I had to warn him soon.  Two more bobs and pressure
mounted.   "I'm going to cum soon.  If you don't want me to shoot,
better stop."  There was a hesitation, as stop at the upstroke, a
loosening of tension and then his lips slipped down my cock again.
That was all that was needed.   I  began to cum.  And he kept
bobbing.  I could feel his swallows.
	Finally I finished and he raised his no longer virgin mouth off my
cock.  "Was it any good?" he asked fearfully.
	"It was great.  How was it for you?"
	"I must be gay.  I loved it.  Can we do this again sometime?"
	"Yeah," I said.  Yeah.