Date: Wed, 12 Feb 2003 22:53:15 +1100 (EST) From: jp432527@yahoo.com.au Subject: Nineteen meets Fifteen:- part 3 The usual disclaimers: you have to be 18 === Thanks guys for the comments. I have been in a rush of late, hence I have kept the details to the minimum. I am sure you can fill in the rest === So, here we were, 4-1/2 alongside 9-1/2; 19 alongside 15...and it was both humiliating and HOT. I placed my arms around his waist and pulled us together. He took a step towards me and wrapped his big hands and arms around me. My height came to his chin, so my head now rested on his chest, and I felt the wiry hairs of this boy's man-chest against my face. My knees were wobbling and so it was no surprise that I just knelt and allowed this piece of meat to slap me on the cheek. His mushroom head was gigantic and I had difficulty taking it into my mouth. So I just licked it and did my best. With two free hands, I held his manhood and there was still room for at least half a hand. Incredible. Suddenly, I felt a heat well up in his cockhead, his hands were now behind my head as to steady it; he stiffened, and the back of my throat was hit by at least 11 high velocity shots of semen. I stopped counting after the first nine and I do remember there was more. I swallowed the initial bursts, but held the rest. My mouth was full and it began to seep out the edges. I disengaged and opened my mouth towards the carpet. Out flowed the rest. He was sensitive enough to fetch some tissue from the bathroom and assisted in cleaning me up. "Are you OK? he enquired. He then eyed my 4-incher, looked up at me, then gently placed his mouth around it , taking all of it in with one movement. I saw my pride completely swallowed...in contrast to the space my two hands had found on his. Then came the surprise. His arms grabbed me tightly and he lifted me up. I was being sucked 8 feet off the ground! That was where my head was, 8 feet up. The strength in this guy. All the time, all I could thinks was: 'He is only 15...he is only 15." After I came, he let me down slowly. As I face passed his, I hugged him, allowing his unshaven face to press against mine. My feet were still off the floor. I rubbed my face against his some 20 times, experiencing the manliness of this boy-man against the smoothness of a never-once shaved face. "He is only 15" Finally I let myself down and we stood looking at each other; I looking up and he down. He smiled, showing that lovely set of white teeth. "I'd better go before someone comes home" said I . Yeah, he agreed. "We must do this again sometime" he continued. 'That would be good' said I. "Maybe tomorrow then" siad he, "as my mother generally visits her mother on Sundays. My heart leapt at the prospect. == More to come