My Older Brother: The Bat Mitzvah Blowjob
By DerekGuy

Warning: This story describes consenual oral sex between an underage boy and girl, and between two underage boys. Why are you reading this if it offends you or is illegal for you to do so? Stop now.  This story is completely fiction and does not depict any real events. It is just a story.

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Notes: Technically, this story is a prequel to my story "My Older Brother – Grounded, Horny, and With a Broken Leg." Read that first or just read this – just enjoy.
While the previous story was bisexual/incest (although mostly homosexual in content), this particular story is bisexual/young friends. Future stories will bring back the incest plot line (you'll understand as you read).

You can find that story and all my stories at: /nifty/authors.html#derekguy


The Bat Mitzvah Blowjob
"Do it, man!" "Do it!" "You're a pussy Chris." "Told you he was a liar." "Don't wuss out." "Come on!"

Chris Harris didn't like to back down from a challenge. He was sitting in the corner of the huge ballroom with many of the other guys at the reception. Naturally, they were looking across the room and talking about the girls there (while the girls were doing the same thing towards them). All the usual gang from school was there along with random others.

This was the 23rd bar or bat mitzvah Chris had attended this year – and he wasn't even Jewish. When you are 13, amazingly popular and hot, you get invited to most every kids' birthday, bar or bat mitzvah, or any other party. It was a status symbol to have Christian Harris show up. Most of the girls in his grade were in love with him – "the hottest guy in school." Most of the guys were desperate to be his friend and wished they were him.

Sari Levine's bat mitzvah was one of the final parties of the year. She was a sweet 13-year-old girl who had begun to develop into a true hottie in Chris's eyes. At the last couple parties they both attended, Chris had repeatedly danced with her including quite a bit of "dirty dancing" that really consisted of dry humping on the dance floor.

Sex was in the air for the burgeoning teenagers. Not that any of the guys had really done anything about it. A few feel-ups, caresses, and such was a far as it had gotten for the best of them. But that afternoon, in the Knoll Valley Country Club ballroom, Chris turned to his admiring friends, Pete, Wally, Adam, Gus, Chad, and the others, and boasted that he could get any girl in this room to blow him any time he wanted.

Chris's closest friends rarely doubted his ability to do anything. And they often followed him down more and more reckless paths of bad behavior and poor judgment. When he was caught or things failed, Chris could avoid serious punishment because of his amazing charm and because his parents were pretty soft on him. That wasn't true for the rest of his friends. But no matter the stupidity of the idea – including such ill-advised plans as super-gluing Johnny Rogers to a toilet seat or the infamous drilling the hole in the wall to look into the girl's shower – he could always find a willing accomplice and he rarely said no to a challenge.

But this time it was just about Chris. The boys rejected his claim. Even Chris couldn't get a blowjob from any girl here. If he could, why hadn't he had a blowjob already? The boys dared him to prove his boast – and to do so with the Bat Mitzvah girl herself.



Chris had longed for a blowjob. When hormonal drives kicked in about when he turned 11, he had been told about blowjobs from a 16-year-old babysitter. Chris decided that's what he really wanted to do with a girl. But despite his charm, he had come up empty. Most of the girls were completely intimidated by Chris's good looks and couldn't even speak in his presence. The girls he had dated were all so chaste that just a kiss with tongue seemed like a major accomplishment.

His friend Adam had expressed a similar frustration to Chris one night while sleeping over at the Harris Home. While Adam wasn't Chris's closest friend, he was the most adventuresome and a frequent "partner in crime." Chris had a crazy idea. The two boys watched a porn movie Chris had downloaded from the internet before getting disappointed with its poor quality and frustrated by the raging hard-ons in their shorts. As they commiserated together and tried to figure out which girl they might get to blow them, Chris turned to his friend and said, "Well, until then, what do you say we trade favors. One for one."

It took Adam a little bit to understand exactly what Chris meant. At first he was shocked. But it was hard to say no to Chris. Somehow, Adam even agreed to go first. With the porno still playing in the background, Chris lay back on his bed wearing just his South Park boxers. Adam, similarly clad, moved between his friend's muscular and smooth legs. He was still a little confused, but his hormones and his infatuation with Chris were driving him. He pulled Chris's boxers off at his command and stared at his friend's mostly hard dick. He had seen Chris's cock before. The two boys and a few of their other friends would masturbate while watching dirty movies (or Rated R ones if they couldn't find a porno). He had even seen Wally reach over and jack a couple of their friends. He hadn't seen Chris be part of that, but he might have one of the times Adam wasn't there.

It is one thing to see your friend's hard cock on the other side of the couch. It is quite another to have it inches from your face. Per Chris's orders, Adam held the pink uncircumcised snake in his hand. Adam, being Jewish, was a little afraid of seeing an uncut dick up close. Moreover, he had found another reason to admire/be envious of Chris – he now saw that his friend's dick was huge. He asked his friend how big it was.

"It juts keeps growing. Last time I checked it was over 6" long. But it is bigger since then."

Adam was barely 4.5" and now had a hunger for Chris. He brought his mouth onto the top of the dick and held it in his lips. Chris looked down at his friend. Adam's normally wavy hair had grown into a bit of an afro – or "Jew-fro" as Adam called it – since he hadn't gotten a haircut in 6 months (immediately after his own Bar Mitzvah). Like most of the boys they knew, he had a completely clean-shaven face with only some peach fuzz. He was on Chris's soccer team and they were on the same Little League team for a while. Adam was a good guy, but right now he needed some guidance.

"You need to move up and down on it, like in the movies. You have to use your tongue and stuff."

Adam was overwhelmed, but he knew making his friend happy was his goal. After a couple accidental nips with his teeth, as well as a few episodes of gagging and coughing, Adam figured out what to do. He started to really get into it as he saw the effect it was having on Chris. The teen stunner had his eyes closed and was grabbing onto the sheet with both hands, twisting and pulling it as he writhed with pleasure.

"Faster!" Chris groaned and Adam complied.

At thirteen, it means you can cum quickly and often, so it wasn't all that long before Chris hit the boiling point. Neither boy had thought about the orgasm. In the handful of real pornos they had seen, the guys always pulled out long before he came and jerked himself off onto her chest or sometimes her face. Chris never understood that. He could jack off at home. If he had a girl there, she should do all the work to bring him off.

"Oh shit!" Chris unleashed the floodgates in Adam's mouth. Remarkably, the 13-year-old stayed in control as his mouth filled with a sticky liquid. Adam wasn't afraid of cum. He had tasted his own several times and had tried to suck his own cock several times, unsuccessfully. He started swallowing quickly, but let Chris's dick fall out of his mouth. His hand was on the base, so he kept it in control, but still got a real faceful.

When Chris stopped shooting, he finally opened his eyes and started laughed seeing Adam's face a sticky mess. Adam was insulted, but then joined in the laughter knowing semen was dripping from his nose.

"That was fucking amazing!" Chris offered his thanks. "I don't know if I have ever cum so much. I need a blowjob from a girl really soon!"

Adam washed his face in the bathroom and returned to find Chris had restored his underwear. Adam's own hard-on had dropped during the blowjob, but seeing this young god with his shapely muscles, smooth skin, light brown hair that now reached his the base of his neck, he found he was getting hot. This fantasy of most every girl in school was going to pleasure him.

And Chris was a man of his word. Seating Adam on the edge of the bed, Chris opted to try the classic "on your knees" approach. He was intrigued by Adam's cut dick and complimented it's form. Then he dove in. Chris was a bit jumpy and rough in his methods, and didn't use his tongue nearly enough, but he did give Adam great pleasure. Adam was too intimidated to suggest Chris do things differently except for an occasional "faster" and "harder." Just looking down at who was between his legs was enough to cause him to shoot. Adam didn't think that this meant he was gay. Chris was one of those guys everyone loved in some form.

They still hadn't discussed the ejaculation, so Adam, without any notice, flooded Chris's mouth. Chris immediately pulled off and aimed the shooting cock's fluid to the side, but still hitting his own cheek and shoulder in the process.

"Thanks," Adam gasped as Chris smiled his #1 charming smile.

They cleaned up themselves and the room and, after two hours of video games, went to sleep. In the morning, Adam blew Chris again. Over the next couple months, they exchanged blowjobs about once a week, with Adam sucking Chris about 3x as much as he reciprocated. Chris and Adam later got Wally, whom Chris thought might actually be gay, to do the same. Wally was a great cock pleaser. They spoke to no one about it ever. It became their thirteen-year-old private pleasure. But Chris wanted more.



Chris had made lots of boasts in his life. Some – like his ability to get a bottle of Jack Daniels and do shots – he accomplished (although the vomiting and trip to the emergency room for alcohol poisoning were an painful result). Others – like his claim that he was friends with Michael Jordan – were proven false. But because he was the charismatic, popular, adventuresome leader of his peers, no one cared. They enjoyed his bravado and his willingness to do anything, no matter how reckless or the potential trouble that could come from it.

Chris smiled towards the group of girls across the ballroom, which caused a flurry of giggling and discussion from them. Now is the time, he thought to himself. Can't get blown by Adam and Wally all my life. I need to get the real thing.

With every boy watching in disbelief, Chris waked over directly to Sari. All the girls hushed in anticipation. The eye of nearly every kid in the room was on them. Not a single adult was paying them any attention.

"Hey, Sari. Thanks for inviting me to your Bat Mitzvah." Sari blushed a little, Her long brown hair, straight and free, tossed from one shoulder onto the other. "You did a great job with the prayers."

She laughed. "I'll take that as big praise from someone named Christian. After all these bar mitzvahs, you could probably do one yourself."

The girls around the table laughed. It was true that even the non-Jewish kids had started to learn a few Hebrew words from sheer repetition each week. Chris had 2 or 3 more services to go this year. What would he do in 8th grade when they didn't have excuses to dress up nicely and rub against each other on the dance floor? I guess, I'll just need to start fucking them, he confidently decided. But first steps first.

Chris dropped his voice, but not so much that the other girls couldn't hear him. "I need to go soon. I have to babysit Tyler." Tyler was Chris's 10-year-old brother whom Chris mostly ignored. He didn't have to be home to babysit Tyler, but was actually grounded, again. This time his parents had gotten the cable bill and discovered Chris's habit of authorizing adult pay channels. It wasn't the money, they yelled, but the principle. He shouldn't be watching that stuff. Oh well, back to the internet. But using his brother as an excuse hid his grounding effectively.

"Oh, okay. You aren't going to stay for dessert?" Sari looked sad.

"No, I can't. My little brother is a retard and might burn the house down without me. I doubt he'll ever be of any use to me."

All the girls laughed to show that they were infatuated with his every word.

"Anyway, ummm..." Don't lose focus, he reminded himself. You are Chris Harris, teenager superstar. "So, ummm...can I talk to you for a few minutes. By yourself. Is that okay?"

As if the air had been sucked from the room, the girls couldn't believe his directness and they found it sexy. All the other boys hemmed and hawed about everything. Chris was showing emotional maturity on top of his physical maturity – tall, beautiful skin, short light brown hair (his mom had made him cut it), developing muscles, an amazing smile, and the greenest eyes anyone had ever seen.

"S...sure," Sari choked out. This was unexpected. "I don't think I am needed for anything for a bit." Sari looked over to her parents. Dr. Bob Levine was tossing back another drink and laughing it up with some of his friends. Sari knew her dad hated having his family in town and was hiding on the other side of the room behind alcohol and friends. Judge Connie Levine was making the rounds with a huge smile. She was a beautiful woman in her 40s who intimidated men with her smarts, her job, and her looks. She saw Sari looking over and waved before returning to her "schmoozing." They'd never miss her.

The two 13-year-olds walked out of the Knoll Valley Country Club ballroom. It was Saturday at 7:20 pm. The service had been that afternoon as was common at Sari's large synagogue. The party followed with kids all coming over by bus. Chris's mom was coming to get him at 7:45pm, a heavily negotiated time. The Harrises and the Levines weren't friends, but Chris's dad and Sari's mom did a lot of legal work together and were very cordial. Plus, his parents thought Sari was a wonderful girl, so they reluctantly agreed to let Chris not only attend the bat mitzvah, but go to the beginning of the party. If he had tried hard enough, he probably could have gotten them to let him stay to the end, but the energy wasn't worth it. His parents were quick to punish and quicker to relent.

"Where are we go...?" Sari asked. Chris grabbed her hand and pulled her into the big coat room off the lobby. There were few coats in there because of the warm spring day. Chris also knew that the coat check girl was currently getting fucked by one of the valets in a back room. One of the valets was his friend Matt's older brother. Matt's brother loved to share stories of what the valets did with all the time and all those cars during the parties. He knew the coat check girl would be gone until well after his mom came. He had to work fast though.

Pulling her to the back wall, Chris immediately began to kiss her deeply.

"Chris, wait...what..."

"Sari you look so hot tonight. Even hotter than usual. Your clothes, your hair. I am so turned on by you. I have been resisting all night, but you have made me so hot. I can't stand it. I have to kiss you."

Sari opened her eyes wide. She knew she was a pretty girl, but for Chris to say so directly was unheard of among her friends. Chris continued to kiss her neck, her cheeks, her neck, and mouth. He inserted his tongue and Sari, going with the moment, responded. They swapped spit for a few minutes before Chris knew he had to push forward.

He pulled back from her. "Shit!"

"What is it?" There was deep concern in her voice. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, baby. The opposite. Your kisses make me on fire. I thought had it under control, but now I am...well, I'll need to go off to the bathroom and take care of things. I can't believe I said that."

"What do you mean?" Sari had never been farther with a boy than letting him feel her breasts over the bra.

"I can't tell you."

"No, what is it?" Sari pleaded.

Chris offered a sigh to imply his reluctance to speak. "I've got a boner. A really hard-one. And I need to relieve the pressure because it hurts so much."

Sari eyebrows showed she didn't quite understand even as her cheeks began to red in embarrassment. She had an older and a younger brother, but they didn't talk about such things.

Chris grabbed her hand. "I'll show you." He pulled her hand onto the bulge in the front of his pants. She felt something hard as a rock and quickly pulled back her hand as realized exactly what it was.

"I don't know if I've ever been this hard before. I guess you have that effect on me. I need to find a bathroom." He paused for dramatic effect. "Oh, damn."

"What?"

"I can't go into the lobby like this. Everyone will see. They'll arrest me for being a pervert." While most boys are terrified their erections will obvious to the word, in his thin dress pants, Chris's big cock was noticeable, especially the way Chris was holding his pants to heighten the effect.

"Can't you just make it go down?" Sari sounded concerned.

Chris laughed as he glanced at his watch. It was 7:37pm. It was now or never.

"No, Sari. It needs help. You had health this year. Either I have to do it or someone else or it will never go down." Chris wondered if she'd buy that crap. "But I can't do it here. I'd make a mess."

"A mess? Oh." Health class and the big diagram of the penis suddenly flashed in her mind. She remembered about erections and ejaculation and masturbation.

"And my mom will be here soon. Fuck."

Sari felt terrible. "Well, can I do anything?"

"You already helped make it so big!" He praised her again. "I know I'd like that, Sari. But whether you touch it or I do, it'll still make a mess in here. Unless..."

"What?"

Chris had to move fast not only because his mom was coming, but to keep Sari from thinking of more logical solutions – like putting a coat in front of him as he walked through the lobby or getting Chris some toilet paper from the bathroom. "I mean, I know one way. What if you...well...you probably won't want to, but...well, it actually would solve the whole problem."

"What?"

"I mean it's a little crazy, but you could swallow it. Then they'd be no mess. It doesn't taste bad. I actually tried some of mine once. I can't believe I told you that!" Chris remembered his dad telling him that when you lie, put in a little truth and make it a little embarrassing. It makes it more believable.

"Swallow it?" Once again she remembered health class and her complete embarrassment as the gym coach described various sexual actions including mutual masturbation and blowjobs.

"Now girls," their female coach had confided in the all-female class. "Boys are going to want you to suck on the penises. Fellatio it is called, but they will always call it a blowjob. There is no blowing involved. It is all sucking.  Boys love blowjobs and it is a good way to not have to have sex with every guy you date. Boys will beg for them and love any girl who gives him one. And they love it the most when you swallow. That's not always such a good health practice and you should do what you think best. But if you want to win a boy over..." She looked over her shoulder as if to see if someone else was listening. The coach regularly shared inappropriate sexual tips with the girls. "If you want him to be yours, give him a blowjob and swallow his load."

Sari looked into the giant green eyes of the tall, sexy boy in front of her. She had begun touching herself in the bathtub while thinking of Chris. It had always been pretty vague in her fantasy other than they were both topless and lying next to each other. She couldn't imagine how awesome it'd be to be his girlfriend. Would doing this make that happen? She wasn't thinking 100% clearly, either. Chris didn't know it, but Sari had two shots in her - a tradition her friends had developed at previous bat mitzvahs. She only made it halfway through the second one, but her usual sharp mind and conservative approach were both shaky. She was feeling dangerous and the need to be rebellious.

"Will that solve the problem?" She asked hopingly.

"Absolutely." Chris was amazed. This was going to work.

"What do I do?" she asked.

Chris remembered his first time being sucked by Adam and then his sucking of him. He knew it was a little scary and he'd need to quickly help her through it.

"This is my first time too doing this," he said. Well, that was a half-truth. It was his first time doing it with a girl. "But I think I take my...take it out of my pants and you come over and get on your knees and..."

Sari interrupted him by walking up close, grabbing front of his pants and undoing them. She let them drop to his ankles. She looked at his boxer-brief underwear. The bulge pushing out seemed huge to her. But she was ready. Dropping to her knees in her pink party dress, Sari grabbed the elastic of the FTLs and pulled them over his erection letting them also drop to the floor.

Chris's dick stood straight out. As Sari stared at it, she pulled back a little. While she didn't have any experience sexually, she had babysat a lot as well as helped out with her little brother Justin. The dick before her, while obviously much larger in size, was also uncircumcised. She had never seen one except in a brief slide in health class.

She moved her head in closer and heard Chris whisper, "Please. Oh, please suck it, Sari. I'm dying. I like you so much. Please help me out."

And so she did. Opening her mouth, she covered his cock head and tried to take the shaft in, but immediately gagged.

"Don't take too much," he advised, remembering Adam's overeagerness in his first blowjob. "Just use your tongue a lot and lick and suck and watch the teeth."

Over the coming years, Sari's boyfriends would note her great skill in blowjobs. She developed a reputation as the girl who gave the best head – "Sucking Sari" she was called in high school and college. Whether it was this very early beginning, a gentle teacher, or natural instinct, Sari learned quickly on the spot.

"Oh!" Chris gasped. The wave of pleasure was unlike his sensations with Adam and Wally. This was much better.

She pulled off to see if she had hurt him, but he begged her to keep going. Time was ticking and he really did need to cum. Keeping his dick hard these past minutes while not touching it had taken some concentration, but had gotten him legitimately hot. He wasn't worried it'd take him too long. Having gotten used to jacking off five times a day (when Adam or Wally didn't suck him), he would shoot quickly. Chris hadn't yet learned the value of delaying his orgasm or prolonging sexual action. After three minutes of saliva, mouth, and tongue bathing his member, he knew he was close. Sari was kind of enjoying it. The physical motion was strange, and the taste was weird. But hearing this stunning boy moan and grunt because of what she was doing actually made her wet.

"I'm going to cum. Get ready Sari."

He grabbed her head to keep her from pulling off and getting his splooge on her – they didn't need a Monica Lewinsky dress – and he felt the release he so desperately needed.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" he shouted too loudly. Sari held the liquid in her mouth, but realized she needed to swallow it. The taste wasn't good or bad. It just was slimy. "Is semen kosher?" she thought as she gulped down the repeated loads. "Even if it is, Christian Harris's semen isn't," she joked to herself. Hearing Chris's heavy breathing and groaning, she decided blowjobs gave her the upper-hand with boys. They were an equalizer of sorts. It gave her power.

With his dick still in her mouth and his hands still holding her head, he grunted, "That was fucking amazing, Sari. You..."

"What the hell are you doing!" The adult female voice shattered the post-orgasmic bliss. Judge Connie Levine had gone looking for Sari as they wanted to do the candlelighting ceremony. Her friends just said she went to the bathroom, but when Abby Harris, Chris's mother, showed up unable to find her son, the two moms went hunting. It was Judge Levine who found them. The tall teenage boy with his tight hairless ass was her first sight – naked from the waist to the pile of clothes at his ankles. As she rushed in, she discovered her precious little baby on her knees in her very-expensive designer dress. She had his penis in her mouth and he seemed to forcing her head to stay there. Some semen was dripping out of the corner of her mouth.

Sari jumped up and wiped her mouth at the same time. Chris staggered backward and started to pull up his underwear and pants.

"Mom, I just..." Sari stammered.

She looked at Chris. "On her bat mitzvah, you rape my daughter? You force yourself on her. I will see you..."

Chris was never intimidated by adults nor did he lose his cool when found in the midst of bad behavior. Not even when he was found by an angry Jewish mom who was also a criminal judge. "I didn't force her. It was...mutual."

Sari spoke up. She knew she was in huge trouble, but she wanted to protect Chris from harm. She wanted him to still want to be her boyfriend. Plus, her mom was wrong. "It's true, Mom. I wanted to..."

Putting the issue on consensuality aside, Judge Levine now looked at her daughter. "You get to the bathroom and clean yourself up. I can't believe you are being such a child today of all days! A child!"

"Excuse me, I don't think that's fair, Judge Levine," Chris knew he was in trouble, so speaking his mind wouldn't make it worse. "I know I am not Jewish, but I thought Sari's Bat Mitzvah now made her a woman. A woman who could make he own choices. She made a choice. A choice I am glad about." He looked over to her as she blushed. "She wasn't being a child, but a young woman, doing womanly things."

"You will be sorry about this you impertinent little pervert. Now get the hell out," the Judge coldly responded. She grabbed her daughter by the arm and yanked her out. Sari looked over her shoulder at Chris and gave him a hopeful smile.

Chris beamed. They'd both be in trouble, but who cared? He had done it. Gotten his first blowjob from a girl. From the Bat Mitzvah girl even, And all he had to do was praise her and ask her. Leaving the coat closet, he found many of the kids standing around the lobby looking at him. They whispered back and forth. Apparently everyone had discovered what had happened. Chris walked up to his male friends and simply said, "Told you."

He then felt the hand on his neck. It was his mother. She did not look happy. "Connie told me everything. Christian Scott Harris, you have really done it now. Get a good look at your friends cause you won't be seeing them until college." He knew the threat was idle. A little time, an apology, a smile, and some charm would reduce the punishment down to something inconsequential. His mom dragged him off to the car. He looked at his watch. It was 8:03pm.



The next day, following church, Chris served his grounding for the blowjob. He had convinced his parents that part of the blame was theirs for not talking to him about sex clearly enough. He didn't know what was appropriate. He was just having some fun. Why was it wrong? Easily guilt ridden, his liberal trying-too-hard parents reduced any punishment to simply making him stay home on Sunday. They forgot that he had already been grounded for this Sunday for the porn cable channels.

Around 4pm, he heard a tap on his second story bedroom window. It was Adam. Chris opened the window and let his friend in. It was pretty common for friends to slip in and out of his room through the window. He couldn't understand how his parents hadn't figured that out.

"I want to hear everything!" Adam gushed. Chris complied, happy to share every last detail of his conquest, and even embellishing it with some extras.

When he finished the story, Adam meekly asked. "So she was better than me?"

"Shut up, you fag! Yeah, she was better. But what do you care? Now that we know the girls will do it, we don't have to do it anymore. We can get them to."

"Do you really think they will all start blowing us because Sari did?"

"No." Chris paused to consider. "They will blow only the very good looking guys, so that's just me." Adam laughed and Chris continued. "But I bet now that one girl has finally done it, it'll be easier for another girl to take the step. You know how they all follow each other on clothes, makeup, and so on. When the boys of our grade start getting sucked earlier than their older brothers did, I should be honored. They should erect a statue in my honor."

Adam didn't need his friend's self-glorifying philosophy. "If they did put up a statue, I am sure it would be erect."

They laughed again and then it grew deadly quiet.

"That story made me hot. Are you?" Adam meekly asked.

"Yeah, I'm sporting," Chris admitted.

"Do you want me to ...?" Adam asked.

"Yeah, I do," Chris was looking at the floor, a little embarrassed to say yes after his previous statements, but still a boy with a hard-on just can't say no.

"But you have to do me too..." Adam insisted. Chris said nothing.

Their pattern at this point was predictable. Chris sat on a couch or the edge of the bed. Adam helped pull off his friend's pants, rubbed and the licked the already hard cock over his underwear, pulled out the throbbing hard-on, engulfed it with his mouth, and pleasured Chris. Usually this would continue for just a few minutes before the young teen unleashed into Adam's mouth. Adam knew how much Chris liked it when he swallowed, so he always did in hoping Chris would return the favor.

This time, Chris wanted something different. He lay Adam on his bed and told him to strip. Soon both boys were naked and sporting full wood. Chris sat over Adam's chest and brought his dick down towards Adam's face, feeding it to the prone boy. From the position, Chris controlled the tempo and depth of the sex, moving his dick slowly in and out of Adam's mouth, making this time last much longer. Chris had decided that now that he could get a girl to suck him, this would be his last time with Adam and he wanted to make it last.

"Tell me it again," Adam gasped out as Chris pulled out again. So Chris repeated the best details of the blowjob to his suck buddy. Adam was busy stroking his own cock as he imagined being on both ends of the story.

Adam gagged. Chris had pushed in too far and too hard. Dropping backwards, Chris felt his friend's hard cock hit him on the ass. Another idea hit him.

"Let's try something different," Chris told the disappointed 13-year-old who was stroking his own cock with vigor. He pulled up and had Adam roll onto his side with Chris behind him. Adam was confused. If Chris was behind him, how could he suck him?

Adam's eyes nearly popped out when he felt Chris's cock pushing against his asscheeks. "What the fuck are you doing?!" he shouted as he pushed his friend off him.

"Shhh! My brother will hear," Chris nervously eyed the door. "I just wanted to..."

"You're not fucking me, you queer!" Adams shouted as he sat up.

Chris punched Adam hard in the arm. They had always avoided labeling their experiences together. Plus, Chris knew Adam's uncle was gay and that the boy was very open and accepting of homosexuality, so his statement was reactionary and hateful.

"I'm sorry," Chris whispered wanting to salvage the situation. "The moment overtook me."

Adam gave the all-forgiving nod of a friend. They awkwardly stood there facing each other. Then they heard a small knock on the door.

"Chris?" his 10-year-old brother Tyler called from outside. "Are you okay? I heard shouting?"

"I'm fine Ty," Chris responded. Tyler was an okay kid, but he was simply a kid and Chris didn't need him to slow down his life. "Leave me alone, please."

"What are you doing? Can I help?" Tyler continued to live for his brother's approval and embrace.

The two teens laughed as quietly as they could. "No, I don't think you can help. At least not now. I'll see you at dinner."

Laughing and giggling, Adam and Chris fell onto the bed. A small shoving matching turned into a tickle-fest. They were rolling on top and around of each other, completely ignoring their naked forms and renewed hard-ons, until Chris's hand brushed directly across Adam's dick.

They paused for a moment. This was going to be their last one, even though Adam didn't know it. Chris knew how to make it special. He flipped his head so that they were lying opposite each other head facing crotch. Chris grabbed the 5" before him and swallowed it into his mouth.

Adam was stunned. Chris had never sucked him until after Adam had gone first. And sometimes Adam had to go a second time. Chris's own bigger cock was bouncing in front of his face. Adam, not always the quickest on the draw, understood this time and equally swallowed Chris's dick.

Lying on the bed, 69ing, they sucked with energy. They had never gone simultaneously, although it seemed now like such an obvious position. The angle was slightly awkward for both, especially with Chris being much taller, and they had difficulty fully concentrating on what their mouth needed to do as they felt the surges of pleasure coming from down below.

Adam shot first. With Chris's cock in his mouth, he couldn't offer more than a garbled "m cmng!"  Chris held firm as he felt the sticky stuff run over his tongue. A week earlier, Chris had finally tried to suck himself. Although he came close, he did shoot off directly into his own mouth and tried swallowing it. He had been honest with Sari about that. He could live with it.  So he gave Adam an exciting send off by swallowing it all.

Adam paused from his attentions to Chris as he enjoyed for the first time what it was like to have someone take you in their mouth from start to finish. He had begged Chris to do so in the past, just as he usually did for Chris. When he finished shooting, Chris still had his quickly softening dick in his mouth, so Adam returned to hard-on poking him in the nose.

They rolled 90 degrees and Chris finally let Adam's penis drop. Now, with Adam on top, he fully invested himself in making his friend cum. Adam was very familiar with the warning signs and how to swallow the spunk of his teen idol quickly and without choking anymore. He'd help educate many future partners in that art.

"Oh shit!" Chris grunted and his hips started bucking upwards. Adam intensified the pressure from his mouth and drained the other teen dry. For the first time, Chris started to realize why you shouldn't just cum as quickly as possible.

They lay on the bed next to each other for a while. Eventually, Tyler knocked on the door announcing dinner, so they quickly dressed and Adam departed out of the window saying only, "See you in school tomorrow."

That was the last blowjob Chris gave to or received from a guy. At least, until the summer before his senior year, but that's a different story.

He never went out with Sari again. Chris was encouraged to skip the last few bar and bat mitzvahs of the year knowing it made the other kids' parents uncomfortable. His reputation among the adults needed a few months to be salvaged. Sari was banned from seeing Chris ever and took out her anger on her parents by sucking off their 17-year-old Hispanic pool boy that summer, later fucking him and two of his friends.

While Adam and Wally continued to occasionally pleasure each other, neither enjoyed it as much without Chris. That fall, Adam's little brother Greg started telling people that Chris and Adam were "gay together." He had seen them once, naked, wrestling on Adam's bed and the stroking each other. For several months Greg spread the rumor around the fifth grade until Adam heard about it and kicked the crap out of him, blacking a eye, breaking one of his fingers, and knocking out a tooth. Greg told his parents he had fallen down a flight of stairs, fearful of a second beating. Chris did nothing at first, but as he left Robinson Middle School for High School and Greg began 6th grade, he effectively had the boy socially ostracized through rumor and innuendo. The story that Greg was having sex with his dog wasn't even one Chris has started, but showed how community gossip can get out of control if people want to believe the worst. Greg was so isolated that he had to switch to a private school for 7th grade.

That same community gossip had elevated Chris to super-stud status among his peers. Rather than being shunned for his actions with Sari, the boys all hero-worshipped him even more than they had. The girls all wanted to be with him – the great looking, sexy rebel. As he had predicted, girls in his class began blowing the other boys much earlier in life than they might have. Chris began his sexually journey that took him into the mouths, vaginas, and asses of many of the hottest teen girls in their town (amd maybe a few of the boys later on). One blowjob at a bat mitzvah and he had found his major interest in life. He immediately started working on perfecting it.

Postscript:
Thirty years later, 13-year-old Miri Weissman celebrated her bat mitzvah. Her proud mother, Sari Levine-Weissman, watched with pride as her little girl started to celebrate becoming a woman. The bat mitzvah girl's grandmother, Judge Connie Levine, had passed away from breast cancer a decade earlier, but as she stood at the party, watching her little girl dance with some of the boys like she was a young woman, Sari understood a little better her mother's anger at her own party. Sari smiled, though, with the memories of Christian Harris standing in front of her as she sucked him from her knees in her pink dress.

Sari grabbed her husband Dr. Ari Weissman's hand as they looked at the young woman they had raised.

"The candle lighting is next, right?" she whispered knowingly to the cardiologist she loved. "That means we have about 20 minutes?"

"Sure. Why?" he asked.

"That should be plenty of time. Come with me to the coat closet. There's one more bat mitzvah tradition I have that we need to take care of."



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