Date: Sun, 13 Jan 2002 23:09:44 -0500
From: angelo caduto <angelo_caduto86@hotmail.com>
Subject: Fellatio Trail 4

I found out Jimmy was on vacation when I got back from my family's second
visit to the cottage. I had walked over to his house a couple days after
when had gotten home. Usually Jimmy visited me, since my part of the
development was close to the woods where we would explore and hang out. Not
to mention, with my moment working, we had more freedom.

After our experience in the tree house I was a little edgy about going over
to his house, but he was my best friend and the only kid in the neighborhood
my age. Since it had been four days since he had come over, I figured he was
angry about the episode.

What happened was I knocked on the door at least three different times.
Eventually Mr. Nelson came over and told me that Jimmy's family on vacation.
Mr. Nelson was another reason Jimmy and I would tend to hang out on my
block....the neighbor was one of those retired guys who spent much of his
time working in the yard. The rest of his day was spent guarding it from any
12-year-old who might walk across it.

Mr. Nelson was telling me how Jimmy's family was on a week trip to Florida,
then out of the blue: "What are you looking at?!?!"

It dawned on me that I was just staring at the crotch of this 60-year-old
guy.

"N...nothing," I stuttered, then backed up and fell over my bike, bruising
my thigh in the process. I was pretty embarrassed. I hopped on my bike and
took off.

As soon as I got home, I did what was not my no. One hobby: masturbating. I
was not making up stories. This time I created a scenario where Mr. Nelson
would let us play touch football in his yard, all I had to do was give him a
blowjob on Sundays. By the time I was coming, I had Mr. Nelson begging me to
make him cum. I was at the beginning of understanding how powerful I could
be with my lips.

My hobby was turning into a job. I was often masturbating three times a day
and since Jimmy was out of town it seemed like all I did. I kept promising
myself that I would stop when he returned.

I had taken to rolling up a town and humping it. My thoughts would drift as
I humped the towel in my bedroom. Sometimes it would be a woman from a soap
opera, sometimes the guy from the beach house by the cottage and sometimes
even Jimmy. But I tried not to think of him too much. I figured it would be
too difficult to be around him, if I had too many detailed fantasies about
licking his penis.

I was constantly horny and even with my active masturbation schedule I would
have trouble keeping my spontaneous erections under control.

So the week was up and still Jimmy didn't come around. I started to think
that maybe he WAS mad about the incident in the tree house. So I went over
to his house on Tuesday.

When I rode my bike past Mr. Nelson's house, it seemed like he had even a
meaner look about him. It was hard to believe the night before I had
fantasized about sucking his penis. He was watering his grass, and after
scowling, he turned his back to me.

Jimmy's mom answered the door. She told me that Jimmy was working on a model
in the rec room, which was just their basement, with some paneling on the
walls and a bar in the corne. Since I had been over there many times she
didn't even show me the way, she just opened the basement and announced my
arrival.

I went downstairs and Jimmy was sitting on the sofa, with a card table
pulled up to it.

"Hello," I said hesitantly. Jimmy didn't say anything.

I went over to the table and saw that he was putting together an Apollo
Rocket. I asked him about it and he told me he had gotten it on vacation,
down in Florida.

He asked me what happened to my leg. I was wearing shorts, we both were, it
was our summer uniform. I looked down and noticed the bruise...it was fading
and yellow, but still there.

There were several folding chairs leaning against the wall, but I decided to
sit on the sofa with him. I lifted the pant leg of the shorts where the
bruise was and told him about how Mr. Nelson had scared me. After that,
there was a long pause

"Um..." I started to say, I wasn't sure what to say actually. "Um I am sorry
if you are mad about the tree house. And if there is anything I can do to
make it up..."

Jimmy, looked up kind of surprised. He explained that he wasn't mad at all,
but had thought I might be, because he had took off, leaving me with my
pants down in the tree house.

It was a relief to hear that. I told him that. I was feeling light headed
about hearing that, but in hindsight it probably had more to do with the
glue he was using for the model than knowing he was still talking to me.

He put some glue on the hatch door of the and started to put it in place.

"You say you will do anything to make it up to me..." He said in kind of a
distracted voice, but I think that was he was kind of playing it cool. I was
a little slow at what he was getting at.

"Yes..." I said, more a question than an answer.

"Well, I did...did you," his voice sounded like he was having a hard time
expressing his thought, it seemed like he was more focus on the model than
our conversation.

Then it dawned on me that he wanted me to return the favor. I put my hand on
his thigh and began to slide it to the opening of his short. He in turn
continued to stare at his model.

"Jimmy," his 15-year-old sister yelled from the stairs and we both jumped.
She too a couple steps down so she could see us, in the initial shock I had
moved my hand back to my lap. "Jimmy, mom and I are going shopping."

"Why?" Jimmy asked.

"For school clothes you idiot, school starts in two weeks, in case you
didn't know rock for brains," she said sneering. "Mom thought you might want
to stay here with your boyfriend."

His sister was taunting her brother. She often taunted us both and there was
little we could do since she could kick both our ass' and if we hit her back
she went straight to her mom.

"I hope they have clothes that will fit over your big butt," Jimmy taunted
back.

His sister throw a nerf ball at him and said, "When we get back you are
going to regret saying that!" Then she stormed up the stairs. We heard
Jimmy's mom say something to his sister about being nice to her brother and
then they left.

To be sure Jimmy said, "Just a minute," and he went up the stairs to see if
they were gone, locking the basement door on his way back. When he was back
down in the basement he did something that surprised me.

Normally Jimmy was a wimp. It was part of the reason I enjoyed being friends
with him, he was one of the few people who I could boss around. In fact, in
the week of masturbating and fantasies I realized he was the only kids our
age who would have kissed my dick in the tree house.

So when he stopped at the bottom of the stairs and dropped his shorts and
his underwear I was a little taken aback. Not to mention Jimmy was sprouting
a boner.

"Now it's your turn," he said. He took a couple more steps over to where his
dad had put a chinning bar. He stepped on the box there and grabbed a hold
of the bar, then stepped off the box, his dick slapping against his abdomen,
and hung there. "Come on."

I went over to him, bending over and licked his dick. Jimmy jerked his body
a bit when my tongue slide along his shaft. It was clear that all my
apprehensions about Jimmy was wrong. He must have been thinking about this
the whole time he was on vacation

I slide his dick in my mouth and wrapped my lips around him as I pulled my
head back. He made a low muttering sound. I was pretty sure he enjoyed it,
but I wanted him to really enjoy it.

I pulled the box in front of Jimmy and kneeled on it. Holding his hips with
my hands I began to suck his cock. What I lacked in technique, I made up
with enthusiasm. I knew this would be the best blowjob he had ever had, it
was his first after all, but I wanted it to be so good he would beg me to do
it again.

In less than a minute I could tell he was about to cum. Jimmy wrapped his
legs around me and was thrusting his hips. When he stopped thrusting, I knew
what was next.

He gushed his semen into my mouth. I expected it, but was surprised by it.
The amount was more than when I masturbated, but that was probably because
of the frequency of my habit. The fact that Jimmy was spewing his jism
indicated he too had been masturbating.

It surprised me and as much as I had thought about giving someone a blowjob,
I had never thought about them cumming in my mouth. I began to spit out his
sperm. It wasn't so much because of the taste, more that I wasn't sure what
to do with a mouthful of cum. Swallowing didn't seem an option.

Jimmy unclenched his legs around my ribs and dropped down from the chinning
bar.

"I'm sorry," Jimmy said, watching me spit his gooey cum onto the carpet,
"are you okay."

"Yeah, I'm okay," I replied.

Jimmy then ran to the corner of the basement where his dad had built a bar.
He grabbed a towel and wiped up the floor. I was a little embarrassed about
the mess I created and hoped it wouldn't stain the carpet. I don't know how
we would have explained that.

There was a sink by the bar and Jimmy went over and rinsed out the towel.
When he was done I had sat back down on the sofa. He went over and grabbed
his shorts and underwear.

"That was great,"Jimmy said and walked to the sofa. "Would you like to put
the booster rocket on the model?" Jimmy asked looking at the card table.

It was clear Jimmy was feeling quite generous. He had a glowing smile on his
face. I realized I had just did something that would not be easily
forgotten, if not being a valuable hobby (and I wasn't thinking about
buidling models).