Date: Tue, 2 May 2017 19:16:59 -0400
From: Robert Heard <orbl1415@gmail.com>
Subject: Eighth-Inning Stretch

At age 14 I had the opportunity to play for a community baseball team. I
was only an average player but loved the game nonetheless. My team played a
couple times a week at the community sports park in town where there were
four baseball diamonds for local teams.


A neighbor boy on my block also played, so his mother was nice enough to
drive me home since both of my parents worked. Casey was 12 years old and
played on the same team as me. His mother came to all of his games, and we
had known each other for several years.


One day after a seven-inning game his mother was driving us home, me in the
front seat, Casey in the back. "I need to stop at the mall to pick
something up and run a couple of errands. It should take about a half hour.
I'll be quick," said Mrs. Williams.


"No problem," I said. "I don't need to be home anytime soon."


We pulled into the mall and his mom parked her SUV as far away from the
mall entrance as she could. Mrs. Williams liked to get her exercise and
parking further away gave her a chance to walk more.


"I'll be back soon, you two," she said as she exited the vehicle.


About a minute later Casey produced a pair of metal handcuffs he had gotten
at a toy store. Now at this point I should mention that I have a party
trick that I learned from an older cousin. Basically, I can pick locks with
a paperclip. So when Casey produced the handcuffs, I thought nothing of it,
just another lock-pick challenge.


"Bet you can't get out of these," he said.


"No problem. They're all basically the same," I replied. And that's true;
most locks work about the same way.


"Well then, let's make it more challenging. Put your hands behind the seat,
then try to get out of them. Don't worry, I have the key right here," he
said as he laid the key on the center console.


Never one to back away from a challenge, I said "Sure." I stretched my arms
around the back of the seat and Casey put on the cuffs. When I asked him
for a paperclip, he just grinned. A wicked grin, I noticed.


"Dude, do not leave me locked up like this. Seriously," I said.


"I won't -- for long." Again, that wicked grin.


As I sat there helpless, Casey reached around in front of me from the back
seat and began adjusting the automatic passenger seat. "What are you
doing?" No answer, just that devilish grin.


He started by sliding the seat back as far as it would go, then he lowered
it. Finally, he partially reclined it. At this point getting out of the
cuffs would be a challenge, but I wasn't too concerned. Then he crawled
from the back seat and positioned himself on his knees on the floor in
front of me. What the hell was he doing? I wondered.


"Here's the deal, Steven. I've been watching Internet porn, specifically,
blowjob videos. And I'm curious what it's like. Mom takes her time in the
mall, so I'm guessing I've got at least 30 minutes with you."


With that, his hands went to my pants and he began to unbuckle my belt.
Holy shit, I thought. He's got to be kidding. But he wasn't. A moment later
he was unbuttoning and unzipping my pants.


"Casey! What the fuck!?" Now by this time I was equally shocked and
aroused. Sure, Casey is a guy, but I am 14 after all. Part of me was
mortified and part of me was horny as hell.


He proceeded to pull my pants down my legs to my ankles. He took a moment
and stared at my crotch, again with that wicked grin. He brought his face
in close and started rubbing it against my groin. I was helpless and
becoming hopelessly hard, and he knew it.


"I guess you're pretty embarrassed having another guy do this, so I'm
guessing you won't tell anyone." He was right, the little shit.


With that he proceeded to pull my underwear down as well, all the way to my
ankles. There I was, totally exposed to him, my hard teenage cock straining
for the roof. At 14 my cock was unbelievably hard, and my erection wasn't
going down anytime soon. Casey knew that and he fucking loved it! After
another brief look at me with that deviously wicked grin, he opened his
mouth and moved in.


He began by taking my cock into his mouth, tightening his lips, and sliding
his hot, wet orifice all up and down my length. The warmth of his mouth
made me even harder, if that was possible. Up and down he slid, his slow
oral strokes making me hotter by the second.


Then he started in with his tongue! He swirled it slowly around my head,
exciting every nerve in my penis. Then he focused his attention on my
glans. His tongue made slow circular motions along the bottom side of my
cock head, driving me wild. Within seconds I was oozing precum. I was
nervous at first, but it was clear he liked it. Liked it? He absolutely
loved it! I don't know what videos he had been watching, but damn, he was
good!


He was driving me insane with pleasure and he knew it. His mouth sliding up
and down, his tongue doing those amazing circles! It wasn't long before I
was close to cumming.


"I'm close, Casey, really close," I panted.


He let out the lowest growl his prepubescent voice would allow and focused
all his attention on my head and ridge. The sensations were mind blowing!
He sucked and licked, licked and sucked until I couldn't take it anymore.


"Oh, my God! Oh, my God!! Ugh! Ugh!! AARRGGGHH!!!" I came like I never came
before, a teenage geyser spewing my boiling male fluid. I felt spurt after
hot spurt shoot from my cock into Casey's waiting mouth. I lost track of
all the spurts. But Casey never hesitated. He swallowed every drop, even
grunting while he did it!


He sucked me dry, milking me for every drop of my boy cum, until I was soft
and slid from his mouth.


"Holy fucking shit!" I panted. I was spent, absolutely, totally spent. I
looked down and there was Casey, looking up at me with that damned wicked
grin -- and licking his lips!


"Hmm, we still have 20 minutes before my mom gets back. I wonder what I'll
do with that time?"


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