Date: Wed, 9 May 2012 17:17:17 +0100 (BST)
From: Nick Paston <nic27552@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: The Rec 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. Its 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 hearts 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 boys 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 mothers 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 an 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 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.

"Its 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 skilful hand actions I had seen him preform
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, its 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?

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