Date: Sun, 15 Sep 2002 18:13:00 EDT
From: Lckr069@aol.com
Subject: That's A Blowjob - Part 2

This story contains graphic descriptions of sexual contact between young
boys. The normal legal disclaimer applies. If you're not old enough, if
it's not legal in your area, or if you're offended read no further.

Thank you, to all of you who sent encouragement and positive feedback on
the first chapter of this story. I hope you enjoy this chapter as well.


That's A Blowjob - Part 2:

First, a little background:
This is a continuation of the true story of how I came to love sucking
cocks.
As I indicated in the first part of this story, "That's A Blowjob." I
spent my formative years growing up in an institution I refer to as, The
Home.
When I was 11 years old, and living in The Home, I learned that sucking
on a guy's dick was called a blowjob. I also learned that I really liked
giving blowjobs!
I learned that from a guy named Mike, whom I'd sucked off in a patch of
woods behind the property the Home was located on.

Now, on with the story:
After the episode with, Mike, in the woods. I couldn't get the thought,
of having a guy's hard dick in my mouth, out of my mind. I thought about
it, just about, all of the time. My next opportunity presented itself a
very short time afterward.

The Home was a very large place, with several buildings, and rooms. One
of those rooms was called the play-room. It wasn't much, really. It had a
few tables & chairs. It was a place where we could go to play board
games, card games, chat, and so forth during our free time. There were no
arcade type games, and video games had not been invented yet. Actually,
the play room wasn't really used all that much.

Off of the play-room was a bathroom. With several toilet stalls, urinals,
& sinks. One day I was sitting in one of the toilet stalls, doing my
business. I heard someone enter the bathroom, and the stall next to mine.
I sat very still. After a few seconds I heard a slight, muffled, sound
from the stall next to me. I silently crept up onto the stool, to peer
over the top of the wall separating the two stalls.

As I peered over the wall. I saw a boy named Johnny sitting on the stool.
His pants & underpants were bunched around his ankles. He had his head
laid back.  His face was pointing upward towards me, and his eyes were
closed. He was stroking his hard dick! (Obviously he thought he was
alone.)

Johnny was about my age. He was smaller in build than I was, with blonde
hair. I watched him play with himself, noting that his dick was
relatively small compared to some of the other boys I'd seen. He was
probably about 4 inches long, and not much thicker than a grown man's
finger. He was just beginning to grow hair around his dick & balls.

I watched, in fascination, as he furiously pumped his young hard dick for
several seconds. Then I heard a voice softly saying, "Hey, Johnny. Let me
suck that for you." I suddenly realized, the voice was mine! The words
had come out without my even thinking about them!

My voice startled, Johnny. His eyes popped open, and he was staring
straight up at me with a look of fear on his face. The look quickly
disappeared when he recognized me. He was still holding his young dick in
his hand as the realization of what I had said sunk into his mind. After
a second or so he said, "what?" I heard myself repeating, "let me suck
your dick." Johnny queried, "you'd really do that?" I answered, "yup, if
you'll let me." He responded, enthusiastically, " Sure! But not here."

Directly behind the row of toilet stalls was a small space that contained
all of the pipes and plumbing for the toilets. It had a small door that
provided access to the plumbing. It wasn't a very large space, but it was
big enough for two young boys to stand up in. Johnny & I met outside the
stalls and went into the crawl space. When we had closed the door behind
us, I sat down on a large water pipe. Johnny stood facing toward me. He
quickly undid his belt and pants, and slid them, and his underwear, down
past his knees in one swift movement.

Johnny's rock hard pecker was just inches away from my face. It stood out
from his body proudly, in that strong defiant way a young boy's dick
does. It was cut, with a round bulbous pink head. My sight was riveted to
it, as it slightly bounced up & down. I placed my hands on the cheeks of
Johnny's firm young boy butt as I guided my hungry mouth to his throbbing
young dick.

He inched closer to me as I slid my pursed lips over the head of his
throbbing member. I was in heaven as I felt his meat pole slide through
my lips and across my swabbing tongue. His dick was just the right size
to fit into my sucking mouth. I had no trouble taking it's full length
and girth, until I felt my nose nestle into his sparse young pubic fur. I
heard Johnny moan softly as I swallowed his entire flesh sword.

We were very careful not to make too much noise, as I began to bob my
head back & forth on Johnny's stiff young dick. While I was pumping his
meat in and out of my hungry sucking mouth I could barely hear him
whispering, "Oh, man! This is great! I've never felt anything so good in
my whole life! This beats the hell out of jacking off!" I was very proud
that I could make him feel so good.

I could feel his butt muscles clench and loosen each time he thrust his
proud young manhood in and out of my hot wet sucking mouth. As I
continued to feast on his pulsing meat missile, his thrusts began to get
more urgent. Soon (too soon for my liking) I could feel his butt muscles
clenching very tightly. He almost spoke out loud as he said, in a
strained whisper, "you better stop! I'm gonna shoot! You're gonna make me
shoot! Ohhh Goddd!"

I kept bobbing my head back & forth, sucking on Johnny's pole, as I felt
his hot young nectar splash onto my tongue. I let his juice sit on my
tongue for a few seconds, savoring the unique flavor of it. However, I
had, still, not yet grasped the concept of swallowing it (that would come
later). As Johnny withdrew his spent dick from my pursed lips and bent to
pull up his pants, I turned my head and spit his seed onto the floor
behind me.

Johnny quickly left the crawl space with a hurried, "thanks" trailing
behind him. I returned to the toilet stall to relieve the pressure that
had built up in my young balls. Still savoring the flavor of Johnny's
juice on my tongue.

That was not the last time I sucked Johnny, and several other guys, off
at the Home. Unbeknownst to me, my reputation was now growing.
If you'd like to read more about my cock sucking adventures, let me know.

Positive feedback is always welcome. If you do decide to write, please
specify which chapter you are referring to.
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