Date: Sat, 6 May 2017 14:45:11 -0400
From: Robert Heard <orbl1415@gmail.com>
Subject: Eighth-Inning Stretch Part 2

It had been two days since my unexpected oral encounter with Casey. I had
jerked off five times to the memory of what he had done. I'm not gay but I
was definitely getting some mileage out of that experience!


It was Wednesday afternoon and our team had another game. Despite my
obvious distraction, I managed to stay focused and got two home runs. We
had a good game. Our team won and everyone was in high spirits.


As usual Mrs. Williams was driving us home, me in the front seat, Casey in
the back. Once again, Mrs. Williams needed to stop at the mall. She was
having an outfit altered and needed to try it on and pick it up. As luck
would have it I needed a dress shirt for a school event and had been given
money by my parents to pick one up. So while Mrs. Williams checked on her
alteration, Casey accompanied me to a department store. We agreed we would
meet back at the entrance in one hour.


We arrived at the store and located the men's department. I found a number
of shirts that I liked, from subtle shades of blue to vibrant reds and
greens. I wasn't sure exactly what I wanted, but with Casey's assistance
and advice I settled on a light blue Oxford, having been informed that it
would make me look sophisticated. I found the right neck size and sleeve
length and walked to the men's dressing room to try it on.


The store had a sizable changing room, and since it was mid-afternoon I was
the only one there. I found a room toward the rear and closed the door. I
liked this store in part because the dressing room doors went all the way
to the floor. I had been in other more "hip" stores where the doors barely
covered you. I didn't like feeling exposed to strangers.


I proceeded to remove my uniform shirt and undershirt, then unwrap the
dress shirt I was considering. Without warning the door swung open and in
popped Casey. Not wanting to draw unwanted attention I whispered, "What are
you doing here?" Casey's response was a wicked grin as he closed the door
behind him, that same damned grin I'd seen two days before. This was going
to be interesting.


In answer to my question Casey dropped to his knees and began unbuckling my
belt. Seconds later my pants and underwear were around my ankles, freeing
my now-erect penis from its confinement. Shit, this kid was motivated! I
had never been totally naked for Casey before, but I found it strangely
liberating.


The kid wasted no time in launching a full frontal assault on my groin.
Latching onto my penis he began vigorously sucking, moving his head up and
down the full length of my shaft. I could feel my cock head bumping the
back of his throat. The feelings were mind blowing. Waves of pleasure began
flowing through my throbbing member as I slowly rocked back and forth while
watching the action in the mirror. Like a dog with a bone, Casey devoured
me.


He soon directed his attention to my engorged cock head, bombarding it with
a vicious tongue lashing. His tongue seemed to be everywhere at once, high
speed yet incredibly maneuverable. Talk about shock and awe! This was
turning into the mother of all blowjobs! Casey continued his oral assault,
never easing up for a moment. He was like a Marine storming the beach,
fierce and relentless. For my part I was totally helpless, completely at
his mercy.


Just then I heard one of the dressing room doors close. Damn! I thought as
I realized we weren't completely alone. Casey heard it too but didn't seem
to care. He just continued his offensive.


After about ten minutes of this oral barrage, I was near defeat. I knew I
wouldn't last much longer and Casey did too. He pressed forward
relentlessly until my resistance broke. My body tensed as I rose up on the
balls of my feet, trembling. Remembering that we weren't alone, I stifled
my groans of pleasure, quietly grunting my surrender through pursed lips:
"Hmph! Hmph! Hmph! Hmph!" I blew six shots of jizz into Casey's mouth. Like
our previous encounter, he swallowed it all.


Casey slowed his pace and I came down from my toes, my body starting to
relax. To my shock Casey didn't stop! He kept sucking me. And to my even
greater shock I didn't go soft. Normally my orgasm resulted in
hypersensitivity and loss of erection, but not this time. I didn't
understand it and frankly didn't give a fuck. It felt so good!


I heard a door open and the footsteps of the other shopper exiting the
dressing room, once again leaving us alone. During this second campaign
Casey began using his hands to explore my territory. He started his
incursion on my outer thighs before working back to my ass. His soft
caresses turned into gentle squeezing and kneading. Man, this kid had
talent. I was baffled as to how a 12-year-old managed to learn such erotic
techniques. He eventually found his way to my fuzzy scrotum, tickling it
with his fingertips before cupping it in his hand. From there his fingers
moved from the base of my ball sack and along my crotch before inching his
way up my butt crack. He repeated this move for some time.


It was around 15 minutes this time before I felt the familiar sensation of
an impending orgasm. Once again my young body was wracked with waves of
pleasure as I ejaculated my second load of splooge into Casey's eager
mouth. "Mmmmm!" I groaned as quietly as I could. This cum produced less
semen, but in some ways felt more intense. No matter, I wasn't complaining.


When it was over Casey got up from the floor. I mouthed the words thank you
and he responded by licking his lips. Damn, what a little cock sucker!


We met Mrs. Williams back at the mall's entrance. She had her altered
outfit in hand and seemed happy with it. When she saw that I had found a
dress shirt, she seemed pleased. "Well, it looks like you found what you
were looking for." Yes, I had, Mrs. Williams. Yes, I had!


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