Date: Wed, 16 May 2012 01:56:26 +0000 (UTC)
From: fiveholepunch@comcast.net
Subject: Dirty Tommy  Part Two

My second memorable dirty adventure with Tommy was definitely more sexual
rather than just being an exciting boyhood incident. This occurred about a
year after the time I first did something nasty with Tommy. Many of the
guys in the neighborhood were definitely getting old enough to be
interested in sex, we were just turning twelve, and to joke around about
jacking off. As a matter of fact we had gone beyond just showing our
boners; we had been masturbating together whenever we had the opportunity
for a while. We all could get "the feeling," but most of us couldn't really
ejaculate yet. All we had, at best, was a little bit of clear fluid.

This one cool fall afternoon it was just Tommy and me.  We had been playing
outside, running around our apartment complex for an hour or so.  We
decided to take a break, so we sat down on one of the low brick walls next
to the stairways that led in and out of the basement area of each
building. I had heard something mentioned by an older boy that lived in our
neighborhood. It sounded really dirty. I didn't know whether was true or
not, but I wanted to ask somebody if it were true. I thought maybe Tommy
might know the answer.

"Tommy, can I ask you a question?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Tommy, have you ever heard of a "blow job"?"

"Yeah, kind of," he replied timidly.

I think we all had heard the term, but we really weren't too sure exactly
what they were.

"I was hanging out with Alan the other day and he made sound like it's when
one guy puts his dick in another guy's mouth and sucks on it. Do you think
that's true?" I asked uncertainly.

Alan was a guy who lived in the neighborhood, was thirteen and therefore
knew everything.

"That's kinda what I heard, too," Tommy concurred.

Tommy stopped talking and got a very serious look on his face.

"Joey ...?"

My playmate hesitated.

"Yeah ...?"  I responded with my voice trailing off, knowing something was
up.

Was he thinking what I was thinking?

"Joey, do you want to try doing it?" Tommy said in a rush, "I mean I'll do
you if you do me."

Well, the truth of the matter was that I wasn't too sure about it.  On the
one hand, it had to do with sex and I, like every boy I knew, wanted to
know everything about that subject.  On the other hand, I was kind of
nervous about one, not knowing how to do it right and two, putting a dick
in my mouth.  Not only was there the possibility of tasting pee, but we
were also starting to get "ripe."  Our dicks weren't little boy dicks
anymore, they were starting to get a ruddier hue.  We could definitely see
the shine of our slimy lubricating juice on our cockheads when we beat off
together.  There was also another reason I wasn't too sure about doing it –
I knew Tommy wasn't too clean.

"I don't know, Tommy.  What if we get caught?" I asked, stalling for time
in my uncertainty.

"We won't get caught," Tommy declared confidently, "We can do it in the
back of a storage room."

He was right. In the basement of each apartment building was a laundry
room, a trash room and, farthest back, a dimly-lit storage room. The
storage room had a series of four by six foot lockers for each apartment
made out of two by fours and wire mesh where tenants could keep extra stuff
that they didn't need to use all the time. We often used these areas for
our secret group activities because rarely would anyone go back
there. Sometimes there would be lockers that were empty and unlocked and,
if that weren't the case, most of the storage rooms had extra space in
dead-end areas.

Tommy stood up and grabbed me by my sleeve of my sweatshirt.

"C'mon," he excitedly urged, "we'll go to Building 17."

This was the best basement because it was at the farthest and
least-trafficked end of the complex and the storage area was tucked off in
an odd corner of the building, meaning no one was likely to happen by.

"Okay," I agreed.  Lust and curiosity won out in the end, of course.

It took us a couple minutes to make it over to Building 17. On the way we
made plans to "sneak" into the basement since we really weren't supposed to
be there. This of course made the adventure even more exciting to a
twelve-year-old mind, although it's doubtful that anyone was paying much
attention to two twelve-year-olds, but the thought of getting caught doing
dirty stuff made us extra cautious. Once we got into the basement of
Building 17 we tried to be extra quiet opening and closing doors as we made
our way into the back storage area. We found an unused, open locker near
the back of the dusty storage room. There were only two light bulbs in the
whole place, but one of them was almost immediately overhead of the vacant
locker and it was more than enough light for us to see.

We whispered to one another in the chilly basement.

"Go all the way in," Tommy directed, "I'll go first."

With that my co-conspirator went down before me on his knees. He lifted my
sweatshirt and began unbuckling my belt. Tommy looked up at me with a huge
naughty grin below his freckled cheeks. There was literally a gleam in his
eye from the naked, unshielded overhead bulb. It was at that moment that I
realized I wanted Tommy to do this as much as he wanted to. This was dirty.

He quickly unzipped my jeans and pulled them, as well as my undershorts,
down to my upper thighs. I could feel the coolness of the basement air on
my bare bottom. Amazingly, even though I was breathless with anticipation,
my cock was still soft. Was this due to running around in the chilly autumn
air or just nervousness at what was about to take place?

Tommy reached out and took hold of my penis with his cold fingers. He held
it up away from my hairless testicles and looked at it for a few moments,
as if he were considering what he was about to do. Would he really put it
in his mouth? He leaned forward and put the exposed head in his mouth
closing his lips around it. The answer was yes.

"Oh," I involuntarily said in shock, both from the sheer physical sensation
of warmth on my chilled dick and the mental realization that Tommy had my
dick in his mouth.

Tommy began to lick and suck what he had in his mouth. I began to lengthen
and harden, but the tingling sensation was almost too much to bear,
especially when he ran his tongue around the rim of my helmet. Then Tommy
pulled away. Now what? Tommy tilted his head to one side, stuck out his
tongue and then, to my amazement, licked my left nut.

"Oh, shit!" I exclaimed almost too loudly.

I could hear Tommy giggle. Next he tilted his head the other way and licked
my right nut. This was unbelievable. Tommy sucked each of my balls into his
mouth one at a time, going back and forth. He then finished up with a long
lick with the tip of his tongue, going right up the centerline from the
very bottom of my balls to the tip of my totally stiff dick.

Tommy then went down, taking the entirety of my stiffened member. I could
see the center swirl of the dirty blonde hair on top of his head as he
started sliding his mouth up and down my shaft. My heart was pounding in my
chest so hard that I thought I could hear it.

It was too much. My hips pushed forward, my butt clenched and I came.

My rod twitched strongly upward several times in Tommy's mouth.

"Stop. Stop. Stop!" I groaned and pleaded in agony.

Tommy pulled off.

"I could feel you coming," Tommy declared with a slightly astonished look
on his face.

After taking a few seconds to catch my breath, I asked, "What do you mean?
Did I shoot?"

"No, not that," countered Tommy, "I meant I could feel your dick throbbing
when you came."

"Yeah, no kidding. You and me both!" I joked. We both laughed.

Tommy stood up.  I couldn't help noticing Tommy was hard. He noticed that I
noticed and we both became consciously silent. I busied myself getting my
pants up over my still sensitive boner.

As I zipped up my twelve-year-old companion quietly asked, "Joey ... Will
you do me?"

"Yes," I whispered shyly.

"I think we should go check to make sure that there's no one outside in the
basement first," I stated with some concern.

"Yeah, you're right," Tommy concurred.

We made a quick check outside of the storage room and everything looked
deserted. We made our way back to our secret hiding place. I had given my
promise to my pal and now it was my turn. I was nervous and a little
scared.

"Let's do it now so we don't get caught," I forthrightly stated, determined
to go through with it.

"I'm gonna stand over here were you did," Tommy declared. "Do you want me
to take my pants down?" he added.

"No, I'll do it," I responded.

I knelt down on the cold floor in front of my friend. He bulged in his
dirty and frayed jeans. I undid the worn leather belt. I fumbled with the
snap above his erection and began to pull his zipper down.

Now you would think that getting your first blow job would be one of the
most memorable events in your sexual life and you would certainly think it
would've been the most memorable event of this incredible day for me –
but it wasn't.

This was.

As I pulled the zipper to Tommy's worn jeans down, his erection pushed a
yellowed, piss-stained cotton fabric forward from his fly. The heat from
Tommy's arousal spread the smell of stale urine into the cold basement
air. I tugged Tommy's jeans down to the top of his muscular thighs. His
grayed, tattered BVDs would've fallen with his pants due to their worn out
elastic waistband, except for his jutting hard cock. I lifted the top of
his briefs free from the tip of his erection and lowered them down to rest
atop the blue denim. Tommy scrotum had contracted with his excitement. I
could see underneath, between his legs, the dried dark stains from Tommy's
last half-hearted attempt at personal hygiene. As I kneeled not a foot
away, the odor of his soiled briefs rose into my nostrils.

I turned my attention to Tommy's firm cock. He was hard. His foreskin had
retracted slightly, revealing the moist tip surrounded by the wrinkly, red
ring of his prepuce. I reached up with my right hand and grasped the shaft
of my playmate's hard on, tilting it toward me. As I drew my hand downward,
the darker skin covering the cockhead unrolled.  Skinning back my
companion's foreskin, I watched it slowly pull free from the purple ridge
of his helmet. There I could not only see, but also smell the white flecks
of Tommy's smegma.

"Suck me, Joey," Tommy whispered with a tinge of desperation in his voice.

"Okay"

I committed myself to go all the way.  The moment of truth had arrived.

I allowed Tommy's skin to roll back up. I opened my lips and leaned
forward, taking my friend's boner into my mouth. Tommy gasped just as I
had.

"Ohhh!  Joey."

My senses were overwhelmed. I could both smell the stale urine from my
pal's crotch and taste it on the skin of his penis. Tommy began to move,
sliding his member in and out. I reached around with my left hand to hold
on and I felt goosebumps on Tommy's ass. Was it from the cold of the
basement or from sheer arousal? I started running my tongue around the
intruding phallus.

"Unngh ... ohh, Jesus, Joey!"

Tommy grabbed my head with both hands. I couldn't get away now if I
tried. Tommy began to lengthen his strokes. This pulled his foreskin
completely back. I could now taste the gummy, creamy accumulation that had
been building up there for who knows how long.  I try to suck the best I
could, but Tommy lost control. I grabbed onto his backside with both hands
to try to manage his thrusts. It was no use; Tommy outweighed me by twenty
pounds.  His tight scrotum rubbed my chin every time Tommy pushed forward
into my mouth.

"Fuuck ... Joey! ... aahhh ... Unnghh!"

Tommy froze.  His rod stiffened then twitched firmly on my tongue, over and
over, for what seemed like a minute. I didn't move as the spasms subsided,
knowing how sensitive I was afterwards. Tommy relaxed his grip on the side
of my head and I pulled off.

"Wow," was Tommy's understated exclamation as he took a step back to lean
on the wire mesh of the storage locker.  We were both in a slightly dazed
state, stupefied by the experience of the past quarter of an hour.  I
stared from my knees as my friend stood, pants still down, exposed before
me. His purple-headed boner glistened with my saliva.  I couldn't quite
believe that I had just sucked my friend's penis.

It took a few moments for both of us to come back to our senses.  I looked
up. Tommy looked down.  We both slowly smiled at each other knowing we had
found a new way to have naughty fun.

I wiped my mouth as I stood, conscious of the tastes left by my dirty
companion. I watched Tommy pull his stained BVDs up over his still stiff
cock.

"We better get going.  We've been in here a long time," my playmate advised
while hefting and buckling his jeans.  I dusted myself off and as soon as
he was ready we both "snuck" out of the storage area.

As we walked back to our buildings in the apartment complex I confided to
my friend, "I didn't really believe it when Alan told me that someone would
put a dick in their mouth.  Now I know why!"

"Yeah, me too," Tommy agreed, "that was unbelievable.  D'ya wanna do it
again sometime?"

"Definitely."

And we did. Many times.

I was a little worried however, later.  I still wasn't too sure if I should
be doing nasty things with Tommy.  Tommy was known as a "dirty boy" and I
wasn't.  I liked smelling his dirty briefs and tasting his dirty cock.
Sometimes, when masturbating, I even sniffed my own used underwear while
thinking about Tommy's pee-stained BVDs.  I knew I shouldn't do these nasty
things, but I couldn't help myself, it was way too much fun.

Well, that's the story of my first blow job, both getting and giving.  I
didn't believe it when I heard that a guy would put a dick in his mouth.  I
couldn't believe it when Tommy put my dick in his mouth.  I couldn't
believe that I would put Tommy's dick in my mouth. It all happened.  What
next?

Could Tommy come up with anything dirtier?


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