Date: Tue, 22 Dec 2015 22:31:13 +0000
From: Scott <FTL_s1214@hotmail.com>
Subject: Mike at Thirteen

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Mike at Thirteen


Mike was my best friend's 13-year-old brother. I had wanted him since the
first time Ted and I had messed-around two years earlier when we were both
13. I finally confided to Ted how much I lusted for his baby bro. Much to
my surprize, he not only understood, but also offered to help make my
fantasies of Mike come true, which is what leads to the following story.

I followed Mike upstairs to his bedroom, my eyes focusing on his cute boy
ass as he ascended the stairs in front of me. Shirtless and shoeless, Mike
wore a pair of Ted's hand-me-down Levis which hung low on his hips and
showed off the white waistband from a pair of Fruit of the Loom briefs.

At the top of the stairs, Mike led the way into his messy bedroom and
closed the door behind him as I moved to stand in front of him. He was such
a cute kid with straight auburn brown hair worn shaggy long and parted down
the middle. His eyes were almond shaped and the blue of a stormy summer
sky. Standing a little shy of five feet tall and weighing about 90 pounds,
he was just at the edge of puberty -- still more boy than teen.

Ted had previously arranged things and so Mike knew what was what. I wasted
no time getting on my knees in front of him as I unhooked and unzipped his
jeans, letting them fall to his feet. I was already rock hard as I took in
the sight of Mike like I'd never seen him -- standing in front of me in a
snug pair of tighty-whities tented out from a stiffy inside.

I knew I was about to give a boy his first blow job and the thought turned
me on bigtime. I quickly pulled down Mike's briefs to around his
ankles. His cock sprung up before jutting stiffly away from his hairless
groin. He appeared to be about four inches. His balls were still smallish
but with a puffy roundness that promised a sweet load of boy honey inside
them. Or, so I hoped. At any rate, I was surely about to find out.

I looked up into Mike's face to see him looking down at me with horny
anticipation. I lowered my gaze back down to his incredibly stiff erection
and observed it pulse with his heart beats. Reaching my hand up with tender
care, I encircled that jutting boy meat within my fingers. I could feel the
tension within Mike's boner as I pulled it down and away from his groin,
preparing to put my mouth around it.

Leaning my head down and forward, I began swirling my tongue around his
bloated tip. From above my head I could hear Mike take in a sharp breath
and let it out with a long drawn out sigh. I felt a surge of blood swelling
his shaft as I tasted the sweet saltiness of his head. The surface of his
helmet-shaped tip was amazingly smooth and felt feverishly warm. I ran the
surface of my tongue around and around, enjoying Mike's timid sounds of
excitement. Withdrawing my tongue, I formed my lips into a tight pucker and
very slowly began to encapsulate the spongey give of Mike's cherry-sized
head. Mike rewarded me with a low moan of appreciation.

From my many oral sessions with his older brother, I knew how to pleasure a
boy. Mike's first blow job was definitely going to benefit from that
experience. I loved knowing I was making him helpless to resist the
pleasure my skilled mouth and tongue were now giving him. In the periphery
of my vision I could see Mike's trembling hands slowly curling into fists.

With my mouth closed around his pulsing tip, massaging the sensitive
surface with my puckered lips, I drew in a deep breath through my nose. The
redolent scent of his boy musk was like an aphrodesiac. Mike smelled of
cinnamon and freshly baked yeast rolls and sweaty socks. That heady aroma
made me horny as hell and prompted me to quickly unzip my cut-offs and yank
down the front of my underwear so that I could begin jacking-off as I
sucked-off Mike.

"Nuuuh...," Mike moaned, half sounding like he was trying to say 'no', but
his flexing hard-on all the same shouting 'YES!'.

My mouth was now the only thing keeping Mike's stiffy pulled away from the
graceful convergence of his groin as my right hand stroked my cock. I tried
to not beat-off too energetically, concerned I would climax before Mike,
who was becoming increasingly enthusiastic.

I began to take Mike fully into my mouth, gliding my lips down to the
hairless root of his slender shaft. I ladled my tongue along the underside
of his four incher and moved the surface of it back and forth, stroking his
boyish hot dog.

A soft whimper from above my head and a strong jolting swell from Mike's
cock made it clear Mike was thoroughly enjoying his first blow job.

"Nuuuh...feels so good...," Mike muttered from above.

I began bobbing up and down Mike's dick, pausing between bobs to twirl the
tip of my tongue around Mike's drum tight helmet. Each twirl would illicit
a subtle swell and a soft whimper from Mike.

As difficult as it was, I decided it was probably wise to stop jerking
myself and brought the fingers of my right hand up to gently caress Mike's
balls. His sac felt as soft as a baby's cheek. I cradled his plum-shaped
scrotum lightly with the surface of my fingers while, with the edge of my
thumb, I very gently began massaging the swollen area of his perineum.

Mike's balled-up fists uncurled and rose to grip my shoulders as I noticed
his thighs flex, as if in a shiver, and saw the muscles in his knees
tighten.

"Yeaaaaaah," Mike mewed loudly. I felt the surface of my upper lip suddenly
pounded by the moist pillow of Mike's hairless pubis spastically stretching
forward and just as quickly pulling back.

"Sorry...it just feels so good," Mike needlessly apologized. I loved
knowing he was starting to get closer to losing all control and felt a
strong jerking flex in my boner from the erotic excitement I was
experiencing in sucking-off this 13-year-old virgin.

I could hear Mike's breathing become deeper and more rapid. And inside my
bobbing mouth, a slight increase in the tension of Mike's rigid state. I
found myself literally moaning with erotic glee. "Cum for me, Mike. Let me
make you cum!" I thought to myself as I tightened the grip of my pucker and
quickened the tempo of my bobs on Mike's rubbery dense, boy sausage.

My shoulders felt Mike's grip become stronger and I saw his knees begin to
tremble as if about to buckle. His ragged breaths were now coming out in
shallow, rapid pants. I knew Mike was only seconds away from his pinnacle
of pleasure when he suddenly stopped panting and his slender hips began to
flutter, pistoning his tender dick in and out of my mouth.

Suddenly those fluttering pistons transformed into three violent bucks as
Mike took in a surprised, sucker-punched gasp and let it out with a
plaintive sounding yelp of "Makin' me cuuuum!"

My thumb, still pressed against Mike's perineum, felt strong spasms coming
from that hard swollen muscle behind his now drawn up balls as my tongue
felt corresponding pulses from Mike's urethral ridge. Mike's bulbous tip
tapped like the end of a drumstick against the roof of my mouth as I felt
the warmth of his ejaculate splashing across my palette. He tasted like
warm honey-flavored tea.

For the first time in my life I began cumming without touching myself. Such
was the turn-on of sucking-off my sweet, cute 13-year-old Mike.

Mike's stiffy continued to lurch in muscular contractions that I felt
against my contouring tongue and were accompanied by strong spasms from his
perineum.

Reluctantly, I glided my lips up to his pulsing tip, giving it a parting
twirl before removing my mouth. Holding Mike's load of boy cum in my mouth
to savour its sweet essence, I looked up into his sweet face as I finally
swallowed. Mike's eyes were tightly closed with his finely drawn eyebrows
knitted together and his mouth gaping open. His skin was flushed pink and
sheened with a mist of perspiration. I watched as his chest and finely
toned tummy heaved in unison as he struggled to come down from his orgasm.

Now freed from my mouth, Mike's hairless four-incher stood up stiffly,
repeatedly jutting out from the graceful curve of his descending pubis,
refusing to go soft just yet. His dick was now spit-glazed and his helmet
now a much more saturated shade of purple-red.

I glanced down at the postage-stamp sized label sewn into his underpants
elastic waistband and saw he wore Size 12s. It was a reminder of what a
young boy he was. I pulled his briefs up his shaking legs until they were
once again covering his stiffy. The angular bulge it made centered down the
front of his y-fronts resembled the prow on a white cotton ship.

Mike's fingers finally released their death grip on my shoulders as I
looked up to find him smiling sheepishly down at me.

"Thanks! That felt great!" Mike said in his prepubescently high voice, his
words sounding frail and shakey, obviously a bit weak after his orgasm.

He looked down and saw my cum splatter on the floor and on the jeans that
still were wrapped around his ankles.

"Gosh, I guess you really like giving blow jobs!" Mike said with a chuckle.

I zipped myself up and got up off my knees as Mike bent down to pull up his
jeans, rubbing my spent jizz into the denim before fully pulling them up
around his waist.

"Yep. I been wanting to blow you for two years, so I hope you'll let me do
that again sometime."

Mike, paused as if in thought, giving me a horny grin, said, "You think you
might want to sleep over with Ted tonight?"


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Note to readers: As much as the final paragraph may imply a second chapter,
as of this time, I haven't any intention of continuing this story. I hope
you enjoyed it anyway! Thank you. -- Scott