Date: Mon, 30 May 2011 15:09:12 -0500
From: Scott Fricker <ftl_s1214@hotmail.com>
Subject: Ditching School with Tim

If you enjoy the following story, please e-mail me at ftl_s1214@hotmail.com
to let me know your thoughts. If you are the boy in this memoir from KJHS
in North St Louis County whom I wanted to suck, but never got to, but who
shared a day ditching school with me in 1972, I would especially love to
hear from you. For your privacy, I've changed your name slightly.

The scene I am about to describe to you took place during the first
semester of eight grade at the end of a day when I skipped school with a
boy I knew from school. The scene takes place in the bathroom of a Shell
gas station. One of those gas station bathrooms for which you need to ask a
station attendant to give you a key to unlock. I do not describe myself in
the story, so for clarification purposes, I'll briefly describe myself
now. I am 13. I have dark brown bordering on black hair, with hazel eyes. I
am frequently mistaken for being italian because of my dark olive skin, but
am actually from swiss german ancestry. I stand at around 5'4" and wear
size 14 fruit of the loom briefs. My dick, when hard, stands at about 4
1/4" and is circumcized. During the summer before this story takes place
I've started to sprout a small halo of sparse pubic hair and since July
1972, the year in which this story takes place, I've been spurting cloudy
boy cum. As the story begins, my cock is fully hard and exposed to view
with my briefs and jeans down at my ankles.



Timothy Fox stood in front of me as I sat on the toilet seat. His jeans
were already pushed down to his ankles. His plain black t-shirt pushed up
behind his head. The golden brown tone of his summer skin was a dramatic
contrast with the snow white cotton briefs he wore. They looked new,
probably bought for the start of the school year. His penis was already
erect, its tubular shape pressing out the double layer of cotton in the
front panel.

I looked up to find Tim looking back down at me. He was so cute. He had
medium light brown hair with sun bleached strands of hair running through
it. His hair was newly shorn and held a clean part on the side, the bangs
just ending at two thin fine eyebrows. His eyes were a mahogany brown. His
nose featured a few freckles and was small and somewhat flat. The lower lip
of his mouth was sensuously thick.

I looked back down at the shape of his boner arched up and away from his
body and reaching my right hand towards it, slowly dragged the surface of
my thumb against the side. Tim sucked in his breath and exhaled in a soft
sigh. I pinched the elastic waistband and began pulling the briefs
down. His boyhood being pulled down and away from its upward posture as I
took in the sight of his tanned skin transforming into the milky pale area
of his loins normally hidden by the speedos he wore when swimming.

The cotton of his underpants felt soft and I could feel the warmth of his
body in the fabric as I continued to lower them down to his thighs. Tim's
slender cock sprung upwards with a soft slap against his skin before
regaining the 75 degree angle in which it stood. He was still boyishly
endowed at thirteen. Looking at it, I estimated his length from root to tip
to be no more than three inches. The hairless scrotal sac was unwrinkled
and puffy round, the two smallish testicles inside only superficially
discernable.

I had asked Tim earlier in the day if he could "sperm" and he said he
could, but now seeing Tim's dick and balls fully exposed, aroused, and this
close up, I wondered if he had lied.

Tim's cock was so stiff I could see it pulsing. He had a tip that was
somewhat buttressed out where the flared rim of it converged and curved up
towards his piss slit. He was like most American boys from the early 70s,
circumcised. The doctor who had clipped his tip had done an expert job. The
circumcision ring a half inch down his shaft was a finely muted line. Above
the line, Tim's penis was shaded a dusty rose and below the line was the
same milky pale tone as his hairless pubis. His cap looked drum tight. The
size and shape of it resembled a ripe cherry.

Delicately, I encircled Tim's boner in my thumb and index finger and felt
the feverishly warm surface of his boyish cock expand momentrily as I heard
Tim make the softest of gasps. I could feel the tension in his cock as I
pulled it downwards away from where it naturally curved upwards along the
descending contours of his pubic area, the skin covering it as smooth as a
baby's.

Without being told, Tim stepped forward and I lowered my head, opening my
lips and began to twirl my tongue upon the bloated round tip of his 13 year
old tumescence. Again I heard Tim make a soft gasp, this time a bit louder
than the first. I was tasting a dick for the first time and enjoying the
absolutely smooth feel of it against my tongue. I had no idea of how a
penis would taste and so my first licks were somewhat tentative. Beyond my
initial swath upon the surface of Tim's cap, when I detected a slight
saltiness, it pretty much tasted like a thumb.

I felt Tim's fingers begin to lightly press into my shoulders as I closed
my lips down upon the surface of his slender shaft, now satisfied with the
way his cock flesh tasted. The thought to lower my mouth further down his
boy stiffy didn't occur to me. I was fascinated with his tip. It was
spongey firm and the surface of it was the smoothest thing I could ever
remember feeling in my mouth. My tongue continued to make clockwise and
count clockwise swirls over Tim's bell-shaped head. I could hear Tim's
breaths becoming more pronounced. My eyes glancing up at his tummy, I saw
its flat, slightly curved surface expanding and deflating in time with the
sounds of his breathing.

With Tim's boner inside my mouth I breathed through my nose. His crotch
smelled of Ivory soap, Downy fabric softener, and a faint undertone of what
must have been his sex smell. That aroma reminded me of the smell of peanut
butter, a distinct combination of salty and sweet and slightly musky.

I glanced down and saw a thin trail of my saliva running down the pale
surface of Tim's slender shaft. The spittle pooling in a dimple where the
shaft expanded into Tim's puffed out nutbag. I released my finger and thumb
from where I'd been gripping the shaft and softly fondled Tim's balls. I
felt his cock twitch against my tongue as I did so and heard Tim
whimper. Up until this point he'd been totally silent except for the sound
of his breathing. I saw his nuts becoming more distinct as the two grape
shaped testes appeared to pull upward in the sac.

Tim's groin arched forward, pushing himself fully into my puckered lips
until my lips were at the base of his three inch long erection. I cradled
the underside of his dick with my tongue, feeling the swollen ridge of his
urethral tube against the surface of my tongue.

"Feels sooo gooood!" Tim said in a voice that resembled a slowly drawn out
whine. Hearing his words was beyond gratifying. It turned me on to know I
was giving him so much pleasure. Tim was what one would call a boy's
boy. Smaller than the other boys in seventh grade, he was feisty, as if he
somehow needed to prove himself. He wasn't a boy who would show you his
vulnerable side, but the incredible pleasure of receiving a blow job was
quickly bringing out that side of him.

Never having sucked a dick before, my tongue worked on instinct as I began
to move the ladled surface of it up and down the length of Tim's cock
whilst keeping my lips puckered tightly against the firm give of the
shaft. Tim's breathing became faster, more uneven, as every once in awhile
he'd emit a helpless sounding whimper, his whimpers sounding as if he were
trying to suppress them.

My palms went behind Tim and cupped his pert bottom. The two rubbery globes
of flesh felt tense and would dimple in from time to time.

My eyes focused on Tim's diminutive, velvetty smooth scrotum and again
wondered if Tim had lied earlier when he said he could "sperm".

Suddenly, Tim's groin began to piston back and forth, rapidly fucking my
mouth with his late bloomer sized boner. The speed and rhythm was frantic
and the sudden onset seemed to indicate it was happening without Tim's
control. I knew Tim was about to cum. After only a dozen or so pumps, just
as suddenly as his pumping began, it stopped as his groin arched up and
locked forward. I felt his buns, now completely tense with the sides
dimpled in, shudder. At the exact same moment my tongue registered his
shaft swell and feel stiffer and felt the urethral ridge spasm once, twice,
and then thrice. With the third swell, I ran my lips under the flared lips
of his drum tight, cherry-shaped head. Tim yelped as if in surprise and
made a deep-bellied grunt as the roof of my mouth felt something warm, wet,
and salty sweet splashing against it. Tim yelped "JOHN, NOOOO!!!", quickly
pulling his quivering penis from my lips as his skinny cock kicked up in
stiff jerks, spitting droplets of clear, immature, spermless semen. His
tiny bubble butt trembled against my palms and his knees quivered
violently, threatening to buckle, as I felt Tim's hands gripping my
shoulders tightly. His cock twitched stiffly. The now blue-purple tip,
bloated to the point of looking as it it could literally pop, shiny with my
spit, tapped like a metronome against his skin.

"Shit! I spermed. I SPERMED!" Tim announced in breathless wonder.

As it turned out, Tim had been lieing. You see, as he told me later, I'd
not only just given him his very first orgasm, I'd also caused his first
ejaculation as well.

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