School Day Memories During my years in junior high school, I had a crush on a very pretty boy in my class, Steve. He was blue-eyed and blond, with very little body hair and little hope of having any. Once a couple of friends and I had managed to include him in on a game of strip poker, but all of us were so inexperienced that once we had all of our clothes off, all we could think of doing was putting them back on! This changed the summer after my sophomore year in high school!! My mother worked during the day and got home around 3:30 p.m. My younger brothers were all at Bible school until at least that time. I had recently discovered the joys of masturbation, and I wanted to share that joy, preferably with someone that might appreciate it. I knew that Steve might be interested, but I had to find him to find out. My Wisconsin hometown was so small that I not only knew everyone in it, but I also knew their relatives and out-of-town friends as well. Know- ing that Steve didn't drive, I suspected that he was in town on that balmy June afternoon. I got on my bicycle to find out if I could find him. It only took a few minutes to find him mowing a neighbor's lawn. His shirt was off and his smooth chest glistened with sweat. I told him that my mother and brothers were gone for the afternoon. Then I asked him if he would like to come over to my house for a little while. He didn't disappoint me! Once at my house, we quickly proceeded to my upstairs bedroom. We shucked our clothes and got onto the bed. At first, we merely felt and stroked each other's body, not daring to get carried away. His cock was so hard and anxious that it would jerk automatically whenever I touched it. The room faced south and the sun heated it quickly; of course, our body temperatures were rising even more quickly! The heat drew some sweat on Steve and turned his skin into satin. He was lying n top of me. I was stroking his soft back and smooth white ass. The crack of his ass didn't have a single strand of hair in it. He nuzzled my neck and started to lick it. I licked his cheek. His mouth hesitatingly drifted to my cheek and stopped at the corner of my mouth. The next think I knew was that his sweet, smooth-as-silk lips were kissing my own! Our tongues were wrestling, our mouths massaging. He was so excited I could feel him shivering even in the Wisconsin summer heat. His aching, pulsating cock was pressed hard against my belly. Mine was shoved tightly between his smooth hairless legs. One of my hands stroked the crack of his ass. We explored each other's mouth ravenously. I loved the way my tongue could brush along the peach fuzz above his upper lip. The thought of it turns me on to this day! He turned around, spreading his legs and exposing his gorgeous, humpy ass! He stroked my large cock and licked it, to my surprise! The next thing I knew, he was sucking on the head. His mouth skillfully worked its way down the shaft. It felt like a thousand needles were going through me at once! The excitement was too great; I had to stop him, and I pushed his head away! My wet cock fell out of his mouth. Now it was my turn. He lay on the bed, facing me with his legs open. I climbed between them and started stroking his dick. His six-plus inches made my heart flutter with anticipation. I had never purposely given head to anyone, but I intended to finish what I began this time! I had never taken anyone's load before either. I was frightened, but excited and willing. Steve's cock was very hard. The piss-slit was filled with pre-cum. I wiped it with my index finger and then licked my finger clean. I'd never tasted it before; it was slightly salty, but not disagreeable. I wasn't discouraged! I licked the head of his cock. I liked the male taste that I found. It was as smooth as silk. I took the head in my mouth and sucked on it. I drew more of the shaft into my mouth; Steve relaxed and I sucked in more. I started to stroke his cock with one hand, and at the same time, I stroked his baby-soft balls with the other. The taste of his cock in my mouth was indescribable. Soon, Steve started to stiffen. I knew that he was going to cum. He clutched my head and forced my mouth all the way down on his shaft. My mouth was going faster and faster. Suddenly, I felt a warm liquid flowing from his cock into my mouth. I was afraid to taste it. I knew that this must be what I had wanted. My mouth was full of juice; it overflowed with his juice and dribbled down the sides of my mouth and onto his cock. It seemed that he would never stop shooting. I wanted it to go on forever. No one had ever told me what you had to do next. I had some tissues stashed under the pillow and spit some of the cum into it. It was salty but sweet at the same time. I asked him if he had ever sucked anyone off, and he said, "yes." He confessed that he and another man in town had been giving each other blow-jobs for nearly a year. He said that after a little practice, he always swallowed the load. Need- less to say, it was the last time I ever spit out a load! Steve and I kissed more while I jacked off on his hairless chest. He tasted his own cum in my mouth while we kissed. That afternoon stayed with me for many weeks. I was afraid that people could tell that I was now a cocksucker. Now I wish that many of them could tell! I could have had more fun in that little town! Steve later married and had two children. He didn't come to the 10- year class reunion, but I certainly am looking forward to the 15-year class reunion!!