Date: Sat, 27 Nov 2004 04:23:51 EST
From: Robby
Subject: Middle School Memories ... Part 3

This story is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to any person, living
or dead, is purely coincidental.  This story contains descriptive acts of
sexual behavior between boys under the age of 18.  Read at your own
risk.  Otherwise, enjoy!


Middle School Memories ... Part 3


Mike and I were the last one's out of the lockerroom.  The school grounds
were deserted.  As soon as the door closed behind us, Mike waved at a car
in the parking lot.  The car's motor started, and it approached us.

"Hey, mom!" Mike said, the car coming to a stop. "Can we give Robby a
ride?"

"I don't know, can we?" his mother replied, with a bit of sarcasm.

"You're awesome, mom!"

"Thank you," I said to his mom, not even knowing their last name.

"I'm Ms. Lynch," she said, as I entered the backseat of the car.

"I'm Robby," I said.

"Are you two friends?" she asked Mike.

"Daniel's both of our friends.  We actually met today.  Come on with the
questions!"

His mom just smiled.  As Mike slammed his door shut, she drove away from
the school.  Soon, we were on the main road back into town.  I was a
little uneasy, maybe even shy.

"Do you surf?" Mike asked.

"Not really.  I like the beach, but haven't learned how to surf."

"You should try, it like totally kicks ass!" Mike said.

"Michael, watch your mouth!" his mother reprimanded.

"I could teach you, if you'd like," Mike continued.  "Do you a favor,
then maybe you could do me a favor."

"Sure, I guess."

There was a moment's hesitation.  An awkwardness that lingers between two
people who just met.

"Mom, can Robby come over for a while?"

"It's fine with me, if he calls his parents."

""You wanna come over for a while?  It's still early," Mike said.

"Yeah, sure.  Okay."

"But, now honey.  I have to go get your little sister from dance class.
You'll behave, right?"

"Yes, yes," Mike said, somewhat ignoring his mother.

The car finally pulled into the driveway of Mike's house.  Because, as I
had mentioned before, the town was small, so I knew his house, just not
him.  I had rode my bike by his place many times.  I figured I lived
about two miles away.  As the car stopped, we both hopped from the back
seat and head up his walkway.  His house was small, smaller than mine,
but we had a big family.

"Okay, you two behave.  Robby, don't forget to call your folks.  They can
pick you up, right?"

"Yes, ma'am," I replied.

Entering his house, I put my bookbag on the floor.  He pointed me to the
phone.  I called my mom, and as figured, she had no problem with me being
at a friend's house.  Mike's mom, grabbed a soda from the refridgerator
and went back out to the car.  I could hear the engine start, the car
back away, and drive off.  Mike had gone into another room.

"You can come in here, you know," he said.

"This your room?"  I asked.

"Yeah.  I get my own room, my sister and mom share the master bedroom."

"Where's your ..." I began.

"Left when I was four," Mike finished, as though rehearsed.

"Same here.  My dad left when I was two.  I have a stepfather, but he's
not in the picture either right now.  My mom and he seem to break up
every other month."

Mike through his books onto his desk and started his computer.  He left
the room and minutes later I could hear the distict trickle of piss
hitting the toilet water.  He came back in the room with just his t-shirt
and briefs on.  He tossed his pants on the back of his chair.

"You don't mind this do you?" he asked, pointing at his underwear.  "I
like to be comfortable when I'm at home."

"It's cool," I said.

"You got a computer?" he asked.

"Yeah."

"Kind of hard to navigate the pictures with just one free hand, huh?" he
laughed.

"Yeah," I laughed nervously, not wanting to let on that I jack off, but
knowing exactly what he meant.

"So, what do you want to do?" he asked.

"I don't know, whatever."

"Hey," he paused. "How long ago did you start getting hairs?"

"What?"

"Oh, come on.  It's not like you don't know I saw your thing in the
shower today."

"Oh.  I ... uhm ... started about two, three months ago."

"Wow, your hairs are coming in fast, huh?"

"I guess."

"I mean, I started about three months ago and don't have anywhere near
you."

"I guess."

"You say that a lot."

Another nervous pause lingered.

"So, you surf the web a lot?"

"Yeah."

"What's your favorite site?"

"I like cybergames board."

"That's cool.  But, I meant what sites do you 'like' to go to?"

"Oh," I was so playing dumb.  "I just type in 'nude girls' in a search,
and take what I get."

"Me too.  What do you like to see mostly?"

"I don't know," I said, not wanting Mike to know I typed in 'nude boys'.

"I like see blowjobs!  You like those?"
"I guess."

"You know, Robby, I saw you eyeing me in gym today."

"Well .. I ... no ... "

"Did you like what you saw?"

"Oh, dude, no ... I mean ... "

"I did."

My mind was now whirling.  Did I hear what I just thought I heard?  Did
this twelve year old hottie just tell me me he liked looking at me?  I
didn't want to let on, but I didn't want to let the opportunity escape.
Thinking about it made my dick start getting hard.  Mike came over to
where I was standing.

"Oh come on.  What;s the big deal?  I know you looked at me at the
lockers and in the shower."  He cupped his hand on my now-hard dick.
"Did you like what you saw?"  Feeling my hard dick he continued, "I can
already tell you liked what you saw."

"Mike, I ..."

"So, we have some time.  You wanna jack off or something?"

I could hardly keep my pants on.  But, I still didn't want to let on that
I was overly willing.

"Sure, okay."

We both started taking our clothes off.  Mike shut his door and locked
it.  He pulled his underwear off, and walked over to me in just his
t-shirt.  He watched me as I undressed.  I finally pulled my underwear
down to my ankles, kicking them to one side.  I stood there in front of
him with a raging hard-on.  He rubbed his dick, which I could tell was
hard also.

"Aren't you gonna take your shirt off too?" I asked.

With that, he pulled his shirt over his head.  His little tanned body was
now before me ... completely naked.  His hard-on looked a bit bigger than
mine, matbe five inches.  He cupped his hand over his dick and began
stroking it slowly.

"You know what might be fun?  Instead of jacking off, let's give each
other blowjobs.  I'll suck yours, if you suck mine."

Having already sucked my brother's seven inch dick last night, I figured
this would be no problem.  I agreed.   He told me to sit on the bed with
my legs spred apart.  He then knelt down in front of me.  He rubbed his
smal hands on the sides of my back down to my waist.  He then, rubbed his
hands onto my legs, then to my hard dick (pointing straight at him).  He
rubbed it up and down gently, then lowered his head of long blonde hair
toward my dick.  There was a hesitation, then I felt his lips part as he
lowered his mouth over my dick.

I ran my fingers through his hair as he began bobbing up and down my four
inches of boyhood.  I could feel his tongue swirl around my little
dickhead as he came up, and then felt his togue slide down the shaft as
he bobbed back down, taking the whole thing in his mouth.  I was
impressed, and loving every second.

I leaned back unto his bed holding onto his head, with my fingers in his
beachboy hair.  My bak arched a little as I could feel myself getting
closer.  My hips now began bucking back and forth with his sucking.  My
breathing quickened.  Suddenly I felt myself about to shoot.

"Mike, oh, man.  Dude, I'm about to squirt!"

With that Mike pulled away from my dick and stroked it a few times before
sperm cmae shooting out of it.  It shot so forcefully, that some of it
landed up in my face.

"Dude," I said breathlessly.  "That was fucking awesome!  Have you ever
sucked dick before?"

"A few," he said.

"No way!  Who?"  I asked.

"None of your fucking business!  My turn," he said standing up, pointing
his dick in my face.

"Fairs fair," I replied. ""How do you want to do it?"

"I like to stand."

With that I moved forward from where I was sitting.  I reached my hands
around and grasped his tight, little ass.  I pulled him closer to me.
Without hesitation, he put his hands in my hair, rubbing my head.  I
licked his shaft up toward the tip of his dick.  I then went back down,
and did it a second time.  I then took the tip of his dick into my mouth,
and pulling him by his butt, allowed his dick to slide into my mouth.

I stopped at about four inches, and gagged slightly.  I pulled off a
little and then pulled him closer, wanting to get his whole five inches
in my mouth.  In short time my nose was touching the the blonde hairs
above his dick.  I had all five inches in my mouth.  With that I began
sliding up and down his dick, allowing his dick to slide almost all the
way out so that my lips wrapped around his head, and then sliding the
whole length back into my mouth.  Within a few minutes, Mike was rocking
his hips with my tempo.  As I continued, I could feel him pulling my head
with each thrust of his hips.  Soon, my head motionless, as Mike slid his
dick in and out of my mouth.  Within another minute he announced he was
almost there.

"Shit, Robby ... oh my gosh.  Fucking, yeah!  I'm about to shoot!  Oh my
gosh, I'm ... I'm gonna shoot, dude."

With that, I pulled him by his ass so that his dick was fully in my
mouth.  In an instant, his body began to shudder.  I could feel, as he
held still, his dick spasming in my mouth.  Then I felt the warmth of his
sperm in my mouth. There was not a lot of sperm (like Jody, last night),
but he did shoot some.  After a few seconds, he slid his still hard dick
from my mouth.

"Dude, Robby, that was great.  Dude, you let me shoot in your mouth."

"It's cool.  YOu never tasted your own cum?"

"I have, but nobody else's.  Did you like it?"

"I'd suck you again!" I said.

With that we put our clothes back on.  Neither of our dicks softened as
we jammed them into our pants.

"I gotta get going," I told Mike.

"You'll come over again?" he asked.

"You bet!" I promised.

With that, I left his room.  Instead of calling my mom, I decided to walk
home.  After all, it was only two miles.  It was only 3:30, so I figured
I had plenty of time for a walk.  Mike walked me to the door.  We said
goodye as only to middle school boys could.

"Later, dude," Mike said.

"Later."