Date: Sun, 9 May 2004 18:11:51 -0400
From: Captain Swing <CaptSwing@webtv.net>
Subject: Six Years 3

When Richard and I reached the house we were caught up in more rounds of
hugs and greetings from the newly arrived relatives.  Grandma told us to
go change, that there was plenty of time before we ate.  As I'd feared,
creepy Duane was hiding out in our room so Richard and I had to change
separately in the bathroom.  I thought of sneaking in to take a quick
shower together with him but too many people were milling about.

As usual, the separate immediate families ate together at long picnic
tables, so Richard and I were split up at dinner.  He'd changed into
bright white shorts a little too small for him and a dark blue polo
shirt.  I thought he looked hot as hell and I heard several other people
comment on how handsome he was. I laughed to myself as the insane
thought popped into my head of piping up "Yeah, and you should see how
cute his dick is."  I didn't, of course,  I did wonder if I was the only
one or if anyone else saw Richard as a sex object.  I doubted anyone
did, but you never know.  Anyway. I thought he looked good enough to
eat.  Failing that, I thought maybe he could at least provide a creamy
dessert.

After dinner, the adults cleared the tables and drifted inside.  Most of
the younger folks stayed outside in the warm twilight.  Happily there
were few mosquitos, but the air was filled with a billion lightning
bugs.  The younger kids, Richard among them, ran around like maniacs
trying to catch them.  Despite what was going on between Richard's legs,
he was still a little kid in some ways.  It was almost dark when he came
over and sat beside me on the porch steps.  He didn't say anything, just
snuggled close and rested his head on my shoulder.

"Tired?"

""No," he answered dreamily.  "Just resting."

"Too tired to take a walk down by the barn?"

He didn't seem to be paying much attention.  "For what?"

"I want to show you something."

"Show me what?"  Suddenly he caught on, sat up straight and gave me a
wicked grin.  "Oh.  I bet I know.  I saw it this afternoon, right?"

I laughed. "Something like that."

He jumped up and pulled me to my feet.  "Come on.  Let's go."

We walked off into the dark.  When I was sure no one could see us I
reached over an began to rub Richard's cute little ass.  My cock
stiffened as he did the same to me. Our eyes soon adjusted to the dark
and we were on familiar ground so we reached the barn without stumbling.
We went around back and into an especially dark corner. We faced each
other, reached between each other's legs and began to rub.  Richard was
instantly as hard as I was.  There was no sound except an occasional
soft moan of pleasure from both of us.  I unbuttoned his shorts and
pulled down his zipper; his cotton covered dick popped out and I rubbed
some more.  He began to fumble with my zipper but I stopped him by
sinking to my knees in front of him.

"What are you....."

"Shhh."  I pulled his shorts down to his ankles and, after untangling
his dick, his undershorts too.  I leaned forward and took his whole hard
little spike into my mouth at once.  It fit perfectly.  I didn't try
anything elaborate, just a classic teenage blowjob, the kind I knew kids
liked.  I bobbed up and down on his dick, taking in the whole length,
and ran my tongue around the head.  I put my hands on his silky-smooth
buns and pulled him gently back and forth as I sucked.  I could tell by
his erratic breathing, his gasps, that he was loving it.  Why wouldn't
he?  It didn't take long, of course:  it never does with a twelve year
old.  His breathing became more ragged and with a couple of soft "Oh"s
from deep in his throat he shot.  His little dick sent three or four
small squirts of almost sweet nectar into the back of my mouth.  I
swallowed hungrily  I swabbed off the last drops with my tongue, then
pulled away; I know how sensitive kids' dicks are after they cum.

I stood up and hugged Richard tightly without saying anything.  Finally
he spoke.  "I was hoping you'd do that."

I was surprised.  "You knew about blowjobs?  Has anybody sucked your
dick before?"

"Not really."

"What does that mean?  They either have or they haven't."

"No.  It was my friend Todd.  We fooled around a little bit but we
didn't know what we were doing.  He claimed a friend of his brother had
given him a blowjob but I think he was lying.  He didn't know any more
than I did.  We, like, put our mouth on each other's dick but we didn't
really put them inside.  It was nothing like what you just did, believe
me.  Nothing like it."

I kept on hugging him, wondering how to phrase the obvious next
question.  He beat me to it.

"Do you want me to do that to you?"  The kid was quite the mindreader.

'That would be fantastic, if you want to.  You don't have to.  But it
would be great if you did."

He broke free of my hug and squatted down in front of me.  "OK, but
you'll have to tell me what to do."  He leaned close and took my cock in
his hand.  "Uh-oh."

"What?"

"It's too big.  I'll never be able to get that in my mouth."  Funny how
"It's so big" sounds so good and "It's too big" sounds so shitty.

"Try.  You don't have to take the whole thing.  Just do your best.  Kiss
the head first.  Stick out your tongue and lick it.  Get it wet, then
just put as much as you can inside."

"It's already wet."  No doubt.  I'd been oozing precum since we got to
the barn.  He didn't offer any more objections and followed my
directions.  All in all he did a pretty good job.  Somehow the
awkwardness of a blowjob from a young kid can be more of a turn-on than
the bells-and-whistles of a "trained professional,"  He clipped me a
couple times with his teeth, but not too bad.  He didn't really do a lot
of actual sucking, but his fumbling around with his lips and his tongue,
plus the knowledge that this was twelve-year-old Richard slobbering over
my big eighteen-year-old cock  brought me to the brink several times.
But just as I'd get there he'd stop.  It was just by chance, but he'd
stumbled accidentally onto the technique that drives guys crazy and
guarantees a spectacular cum.  Finally I couldn't stand it any more.  I
put my cockhead in his mouth and held the back of his head.  With my
other hand I gave my cock a few strokes and flooded his mouth with the
biggest load I'd shot in a long time.  It seemed like I'd never stop
squirting.  Richard made no effort to pull away:  he just sat there and
took it.
Finally I stopped cumming and let Richard's head go.  He stood up and
hugged me.

"I did good, didn't I?"

I was too drained to do more than give a short laugh and nod. We stood
there quietly, hugging each other for a few minutes.  Finally we broke
apart and silently pulled our clothes back up.

"I love you, Richard."  I hadn't planned to say that, hadn't even
thought of saying it.  It just came out.  I'd never said that to another
boy.  Most of my other playmates would have clobbered me if I had.  I
worried how Richard would react.

He reacted perfectly.  "I love you too, Brian."

We didn't say anything more, just started back to the house with our
arms around each other.

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More soon.  Sorry the chapters are so short.