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By the afternoon of day 2 it's getting to be a grind. I'm still loving that I can make a boy feel so good but physically giving so many blow jobs is starting to get to me. My lips tingle and my jaw is sore, and my neck muscles are aching from all the pumping up and down.
By my count I've given 16 blow jobs in less than two days — 17 if you count Jerry's freebie — and while that's on track to reach my financial goal I'm seriously starting to wonder if it's worth it.
I've now had visits from two more of my neighborhood friends plus Kevin for the second time. That kid is actually a delight, the highlight of my day so far. He revels in the sensations, moaning and squirming around and telling me how much he loves it, and then he dry-cums like gangbusters! Perhaps the best part is that he doesn't look down on me in the slightest for being queer. We're ten years old and perfectly aware that the world hates people like me but I'm still Kevin's friend, maybe even better than before.
That's not the case with everyone. Chris Taglio from my class at school is obviously uncomfortable with the whole boy-on-boy thing, even while getting an especially intense feeling in my mouth. He doesn't say a single word the whole time and gives me several nasty looks while he puts his clothes back on and ducks guiltily out the door. I complain about him to Jerry but he shows remarkable compassion for Chris, saying he's probably mad at himself and embarrassed that he likes this so much. On reflection I cut Chris some degree of slack, but I still resent taking the brunt of his self-loathing.
The customers' attitudes shouldn't really matter to me I guess, as long as they pay their quarters and don't rat me out.
I step outside for some air. Jerry's gone so presumably I have some time to rest after Chris, for which I am grateful. Just as I'm thinking — even hoping — that maybe it's over for the day Jerry comes around the corner of the garage with another boy, and when I realize who it is I'm gobsmacked.
His name is Tyler and he transferred into our school last fall at the beginning of 4th grade. In the full year I've been his classmate I don't think I've exchanged ten words of conversation with him. No one has.
Saying Tyler is shy is like saying the ocean is wet.
That's not to say he isn't cute. In fact cute is a massive understatement. Tyler is beautiful, like a kid on TV or modeling clothes in a catalog. It even looks like somebody just did his hair and makeup. His longish chestnut-brown locks are in a sleek, fashionable style, his pouty full lips are red and moist and his high cheekbones show the tiniest highlight of rouge-like pink.
I meet his stunning honey-almond eyes and I can't even speak while my brain wraps around the concept of what I'm about to do with this amazing boy.
"Hi Tyler," I manage to say, and I hear the excitement in my own voice. I beam him a huge smile and he reddens, looking at the ground. I'm gratified when he glances up again with a ghost of a smile, even if he still doesn't say hi back.
"Just go right in there, Tyler," Jerry says, ushering him to the shed door. "Are you ready, Marty?"
I almost trip over myself following the boy inside, that's how ready I am.
Jerry stops me with a hand on my arm. "I think he wants this pretty bad," he says. "He actually came up to me to ask if it was really true, and he's never said a single word to me before today."
"Cool!" I say, and I can feel the excitement projecting out of my eyes like searchlights.
"Go easy on him," Jerry says, all of a sudden the voice of compassion, like with Chris Taglio earlier. "Slow and gentle OK? Even if it takes a little longer."
I give Jerry a nod and step into the shed.
Tyler is standing with his hands folded in front of him, looking uncertain. I close the door and block it with the shovel and he reacts with concern.
"It's OK, Tyler," I say in my most reassuring voice. "I always do that, so nobody can walk in on us. It'll be more fun if we can relax and not worry, right?"
Tyler nods his understanding and relaxes a tiny bit.
"Um," I say, stalling. I don't know exactly how to get into it with this kid. I've had shy ones before but generally I knew them at least a little bit. All year Tyler has been like a poster of a movie star on the wall, great to look at but impossible to know.
"I have a quarter," he blurts, reminding me of how high and lovely his voice is. I had previously heard it only when he had no choice but to answer a teacher's direct question. He extends a hand offering me the coin.
"Thanks," I say with a smile and he returns a pretty decent one. It lights up his whole face and makes him even more beautiful. He stands awkwardly smiling at me and I realize he's waiting for instructions.
"I like it when the boy takes all of his clothes off," I say. "It's sexier that way. Is that all right with you Tyler?"
He's silent for a beat and then nods OK. He toes off his clean white gym shoes leaving him cutely barefoot, and I smile to note that even Tyler adheres to the neighborhood dress code of t-shirt, shorts and gymmies with no socks.
"What about you?" he asks softly. "Wouldn't it be even sexier if you were naked too?"
This comes completely out of the blue even though it makes perfect logical sense. I've given 23 blow jobs so far in my life and not once did anyone ever ask me to undress. In a way Richard did when he suggested putting it in my butt — unless you can think of a way to do that with pants on— but this is obviously very different.
"I'd like you to," Tyler says, making the boldest eye contact yet. "I think it would be extra sexy."
I stare at him and lick my lips. Thus far I've maintained what you might call a professional distance from the boys. They are the paying customers and I'm the hired help. They seem to prefer it that way too, a simple transaction with no messy feelings to think about. Tyler is proposing something that blurs the line and I need a moment to process the implications.
"Um, OK I guess," I say, "if that's what you want."
Tyler smiles his best one yet and peels off his t-shirt. My eyes grow wide at the beauty it reveals, but when Tyler stops and just looks at me I realize that he's waiting for me to catch up. I kick off my sneakers and rip off my t-shirt, tossing it aside.
Tyler's smile widens even more and he slips his shorts down and off, revealing tighty-whities bulging with excited boyhood.
I gape, unable to look away from the astonishing sight. His dick must be remarkably big to make such a bulge, emphasized even more by his slight physique. Even as I imagine it Tyler slips his thumbs into his waistband and pushes the underwear to his knees.
A thick, solid four-plus inches of boycock leaps out at me. I gasp because it's easily the biggest dick I've yet encountered, surpassing even the 11 and 12-year-olds that have trooped through here in a day and a half. Tyler is ten like me, and like me he is pink and hairless and at least a year or two away from physical puberty, but man does he have a cock! I wrench my eyes up to his face and he is grinning broadly. It does wonders for him and suddenly I'm grinning too.
"You like it," he says happily. "I'm glad, Marty."
I look back down and admire it further. "I love it!" I say lustily, any apprehension I might have had dissipating like morning mist. "It's beautiful!"
"Let me see yours now!" he says eagerly, shucking his underpants the rest of the way down and kicking them away.
It surprises me because I hadn't really thought about it before, but suddenly I'm aching to show myself to him. In my brief experience with sexual feelings I have always fixated on the other boy without even really thinking about my physical self. I want to see their dicks, touch them and suck them.
My sex organ is my mouth.
But now I'm hearing loudly from the other one, the one stretched to it's full length inside my shorts. I also need to give Tyler what he wants, what obviously thrills him.
It thrills me to thrill him.
I jerk my pants and underwear together to my ankles and bask in Tyler's joyous reaction.
"It's really hard!" he exclaims. "Look how it sticks up!"
Indeed, my boner is at the biggest stretch I've ever seen it, rock-hard and pulsing, the head nearly touching my belly. Tyler giggles and draws my eyes back to his.
"I love your dick too, Marty," he says with a grin. "You wanna start sucking now?"
"Yeah!" I blurt with nothing remotely like professional detachment. In fact, I can't wait.
I gesture him to the makeshift bed and he lies down so comfortably and confidently that I'm sure this is not his first blow job. He opens his lovely slim legs and I notice his hairless balls; not big and not small, not loose but not tight either. Somehow they, like the rest of him, are perfect.
I slip to my knees then to my belly between his thighs, and he warmly accepts me with his hands on my shoulders, positioning me perfectly to address his magnificent cock.
This is definitely not his first blow job.
I admire his dick close-up. It's positively regal, standing firm and proud and angling slightly up his flat belly, looking somehow muscular like a little 4-inch body builder flexing and posing. It's cylindrical and symmetrical with a prominent helmet head larger than the shaft, a deep pink, damn near purple color from the pressure of the blood it barely contains. It couldn't possibly be any stiffer and it throbs with excitement before me.
"Come on," Tyler gently urges with an encouraging smile. "Don't make me wait."
I lean in and open wide, and the second my lips close over that hot cockhead I am in Heaven. I can't help moaning my desire in full voice, and even while I realize it could probably be heard outside the shed I also know that I don't care. There can be nothing amiss in a world where I get to suck Tyler's beautiful dick.
"That's it, Marty," he sighs softly. "Oh yeah, just like that. Oh, God, it's been so long!"
I work my way down his lovely, delicious meat. It fills my mouth more than any other and I like it. This is new and thrilling and challenging because I don't know if I can take it all.
But I'm going to try.
Tyler's hands come to the back of my head but he doesn't pull me down or even guide me in any way. He's just riding my head, taking his cues from me and sensually playing with my hair. He's showing me how much he likes what I'm doing and that we are in sync. I bob up and down taking his thickness deeper and deeper.
It's truly magical how we are connecting, that long thick cock poking at the entrance of my throat just shy of where I would gag. Oh, I still like smaller cocks too, really loving even Joey and Jeffy's tiny dinks, but Tyler's sturdy boy-tool is a milestone in my sex life.
"Man you suck good!" Tyler whispers lustily. "Do the tip like you do."
I pull back to lave and slurp the curvature of that taut helmet, which is darker purple now and thrumming with excitement. A jolt shakes Tyler's body and I know it's really getting to him.
I'm really getting to him.
I plunge back down and Tyler gasps, his hips bucking up to force that big head to maximum depth. Fully buried it's just short of where it could be trouble, and I breathe through my nose and concentrate on giving pleasure. I stay down a long time but nose-breathing isn't as deep as I need when I'm expending this much energy and finally I have to pull back and gulp life-saving oxygen.
"Marty!" the boy exclaims, alarmed. "Are you OK? Do you need to stop?"
Breathing heavily I manage to ask, "Do you want me to?"
"No!" Tyler exclaims. "I was almost there, but I don't want you to die, either!"
I lean in and lick his cockhead like an ice cream cone. "I won't die," I say. "I promise."
Tyler grins down at me. "Good. I almost had the pee-pee feeling. If you hurry you can get me back to it."
I decide that I probably shouldn't tempt unconsciousness, so I plunge down on that wonderful cock once more but resolve to surface more often for a breath.
I pump with determined purpose, slipping my hands under his soft butt and rhythmically pulling his hips up to meet my mouth. Quickly he gets the idea and begins humping up to me on his own. Underneath me my own raging hard-on grinds against the sleeping bag, the erotic jolts surging through me as well.
This could be the dictionary definition of ecstasy.
I pump and Tyler humps. Two minutes goes by and his body begins to jerk and spasm, and he makes sharp squeaking noises like a gerbil in a MixMaster or something. A loud, plaintive moan escapes him and he clutches my head to his crotch, his body convulsing and twitching as he gets his feeling.
I hold his cock deep in my mouth and ride it out, enjoying it probably as much as he does. He pants and moans and mewls, still clutching my head to him for what seems like a long time. Finally he releases me and I roll away onto my back, needing rest and oxygen. In a second his face is inches from mine, grinning.
"Holy cow, Marty!" he crows. "That was the best one I ever had!"
I smile into his happy eyes. I've never seen Tyler happy before, and it makes him even more beautiful. Our eyes are locked together in shared joy and I'm amazed at how long we keep the contact.
Finally I teasingly say, "Pee-pee feeling?" and chuckle fondly. He takes it as friendly teasing, as intended.
"That's what I called it the first time I ever felt it. My friend back home showed me how when I was eight."
"How did you do it?"
"He sucked me," Tyler says. "He did it like you, really strong and up and down real fast and it felt amazing! I tried to stop him when it felt like I had to pee but he said go ahead, that it isn't really pee but even if it was I should just do it right in his mouth anyway! I was too excited to stop by then and the feeling came and it really wasn't pee after all."
"But how come you still call it pee-pee?"
"I don't know. I guess you made the feeling so strong I wasn't thinking right. But Martin always said it was cute and I should keep calling it that so I did."
"Hey!" I exclaim. "My name is Martin too!"
"Oh yeah," Tyler says gleefully. "Marty is short for Martin."
He smiles at me with real affection in his beautiful almond eyes.
"I guess Martins really know how to make it feel good," he says and his genuine warmth washes over me.
"I really liked making you feel good, Tyler."
He smiles even more broadly, but it fades into a look of urgency. "Um, Marty?" he asks, uncertainly. "I have another quarter. If I give it to you can I suck yours too?"
I'm shocked, but my dick is three inches of spring steel at this point and suddenly this sounds like the best idea anybody ever had. My breath catches from excitement but I know what's the right thing to do.
"You don't have to pay me, Tyler," I say. "In fact if you're going to do that for me I ought to give you back the quarter you already paid. It's only fair."
"No," he says with a smile. "The deal was you would blow me for a quarter. That deal is over now, and I want to make a new deal where I'll pay you a quarter if you'll let me blow you."
"But that isn't fair!" I protest again.
"Tell you what," Tyler says, "as soon as you have enough money for camp we can start to blow each other for free. Until then you have to let me pay you. I want you to go to camp, Marty! You're my best friend!"
I'm stunned into silence. I spent a whole school year in class with this kid and he never said two words, and didn't seem at all interested in being friends. Now all of a sudden I'm his best buddy! And more than that, he wants to keep on having sex with me into the future!
I guess he's just so crazy shy he's too scared to make friends in school, but finally his boner got the better of him and forced him to me. I guess he trusts me now and thinks we're both the same kind of kid, and I guess we are except I'm not shy.
What's the opposite of shy?
"Lay down, Marty," Tyler says gently. "I'll give you the quarter after."
I can hardly believe it's happening as I settle onto my back and open my legs. Tyler glides into position between my thighs, his honey-colored eyes focused and eager and his smile undeniably carnal. He wants to suck me just as badly as I wanted to suck him.
Tyler leans in exactly as I have done 23 times now, his mouth open and his pink tongue leading the way. Without the tiniest hesitation he engulfs my stony cock all the way to the root, clamping his lips tightly around it and giving it a good strong suck. He slowly slides up my shaft until he has only the head between his soft, warm lips and then he begins to lick around and around it.
Oh my God, the sensation! I've given this feeling to well over a dozen boys and I knew from their reactions that it was intense but I had no idea! I think I'm gonna jump right out of the shed, and Tyler chuckles around my cock as I buck my hips and drive it back into his mouth. He takes it all the way again, then begins the up-and-down pumping that I did for him, only I think he's better at it than me.
I can't even tell you the exact things he does to me because in a very few seconds he has me hyper-excited, my brain fogging over in a whirl of sexual feelings I can't even comprehend, much less describe. I know he pumps a lot, and swirls his tongue around the head a lot, and I know he goes down to lick and suck my balls for a minute, but really it's just a big jumble of great feelings that goes on and on until I feel it beginning: the pee-pee feeling.
Christ, now he has me doing it.
Tyler's mouth flies up and down my dick, gently touching my nuts and my bald pubis with every plunge. He said it's been a long time since he did this but he has certainly not forgotten how.
I detect a high-pitched, whining sound somewhere in the room and it takes me a second to realize that it's me!
My pee... I mean my feeling is starting to really build up now. I arch my back like I do when I'm playing with it and I know it's about to happen. My butt lifts off of the ground until I am supported only by my heels and my shoulders. Tyler pumps and pumps until I give a grunt that sounds like it came from someone twice my size. My balls clench and my belly heaves and my entire being rushes upward through my dick.
I hump up to his face and he sucks like a crazy person and I grunt and groan and moan until there's no sound left in me, and then I strain some more until I finally collapse in a heap.
Please, kind stranger... tell me what planet I'm on.
I pass the 50 blow job mark early on day 7. I'm averaging over eight a day, with only two days that fell short and four that had nine. At this rate I'll make my goal easily and have money left to split with Jerry. Very few sessions take the full 15 minutes, which I like to say is due to my consummate oral skills.
Jerry is getting a freebie almost every day and I know his body so well by now that I can bring him off in two minutes or string him along for half an hour, depending on his desire du jour. I've also learned to do him early in the morning when I'm fresh and horny. My best pal deserves my best work.
And Jerry is my best pal, by the way, despite anything Tyler might say. I'm a little annoyed with Tyler right now anyway because he hasn't been back since the day he blew the top of my head off with his amazing suck job. Nobody likes to get used for sex and then tossed aside. I've already resolved that I'll never do that to anyone.
Kevin has scrounged another quarter and greets me grinning. He's one of the horniest kids on my client list and between us we calculate that this is his fourth BJ, second only to Jerry. It's far from routine for him and he's giddily excited.
I'm feeling generous toward my good friend and so I extend his session, edging him and bringing him oh-so-close three times before he cries out, "Marty! Please!" and I finally send him over, heaving and panting like he just ran 100 miles. Kevin crawls over and embraces me, tenderly holding me and resting his cheek against my shoulder.
He's a very sweet boy.
I'm a little apprehensive when Richard shows up, the tent in his shorts obvious as he steps in the door. He withdraws a crumpled dollar bill from his pocket and displays it to me, held between the thumbs and forefingers of both hands. He snaps it taut with a little popping sound.
"Did you think about it?" he asks with a sly smile. He's not quite the tough little bandy rooster of our first encounter but still assertive.
I did think about it of course and while my firm opposition to the idea may have cracked a tad I don't admit it. Still too scared, I guess.
"Not today," I say, turning tomato red as I realize that I left open the possibility for the future. Richard grins, not quite evilly. I guess maybe impishly. He clearly takes it as progress.
"OK," he says, tucking the dollar away and coming out with a quarter instead. "I can wait."
To my surprise he peels off his t-shirt and tosses it aside. He sees my questioning look and says, "Some of the guys said you really like it when we take everything off, and I guess that's OK." He toes off his gymmies and shucks his shorts and undies down and away, releasing that long skinny barge-pole of his.
"My brother never does, that's all," he says almost apologetically. "He just yanks down his pants and yanks down mine and bends me over the desk in his room."
It sounds brutal to me and not fun at all, but Richard seems OK with it, or at least resigned to it.
I haven't seen his bare chest before. He's very slim but wiry and strong. I especially like his little pink-brown nipples, the size of dimes and sharply pointed.
I kneel before him and position myself for the onslaught. I guess I'm resigned to it, too.
He doesn't jam it into my mouth this time, just points it down at my lips and says, "Go ahead."
Who is this kid, and what has he done with Richard?
I lean forward and pleasure his small-caliber bullet of a cockhead. He sighs and says, "Wow, that does feel good. Those kids were right."
I don't much like that boys are out there comparing notes about me. It wouldn't take much for someone to get wind of it, just an indiscreet comment with the wrong person in earshot, but it's hard to worry about that with a stiff cock in my mouth. It's too late now, anyway, with maybe 20 boys already knowing. The cat has left the bag and squeezed the toothpaste out of the tube. I shrug and take Richard's dick deeper.
"Oh yeah," he sighs, and I take this as a sign that I should take control, do what I do. It has served me well up to this point, so I start to blow him my way.
I pump, but slowly and sensually, keeping a lot of lip and tongue contact with his shaft and tip. I pull back and slurp and lave around the head and Richard moans. I plunge back down to the base and he sighs, "Oh, man!"
On it goes, three or four minutes, and I feel his thighs tense and his stomach clench as a wave of pleasure courses through him. His hands are on the back of my head but not gripping tightly like the first time. I pull back to lave the tip again and back off for a second.
"Play with my hair," I say, then take his cockhead again.
"What?"
"Run your fingers through my hair," I say softly. "I like it, and you can touch my face and stuff too."
Richard's long slim fingers interlace through my hair but it feels more like I'm getting my hair washed than being lovingly petted. It isn't really sensual at all, so I try again to explain.
"Do it gently," I say. "With, like, love I guess. Show me how much you like what I'm doing to you."
Richard tries again but he's just not on that wavelength. I feel that his whole demeanor has changed and he's not having as much fun as a minute ago, so I decide to go back to what he knows how to do.
"Do you want to fuck my face, Richard? Like last time?"
"I really do, Marty. Is that OK?"
"Yeah, man," I say. "I want you to have what you want."
I go all the way back down again, adjusting to a straighter angle and clamping my lips tightly around his shaft.
"Kho uh hmm," I say, which is what 'Go ahead' sounds like when your mouth is full of cock.
Richard begins to hump, slowly and carefully, until I show him I'm comfortable by reaching back and cupping his buns with both hands. I start pulling him into my mouth with more force and he matches it, his thrusts coming deeper and faster until he's slamming steadily against my lips and nose. Somehow it's better than before because he didn't just impose it on me. I gave it to him, and I was ready for it. This ticks my box for giving a boy the pleasure he craves, and so it pleases me as well.
I'm getting pretty good at estimating time and I think he fucks my mouth for about three minutes before I feel his buildup reaching critical mass. As before he raises up on his toes and grips my head tightly as he slams his dick home, and then with a groan of deep pleasure he shakes and shudders his quick dry orgasm. He pumps twice more and then staggers back, breathing heavily but grinning at me.
"God damn, Marty!" he says gleefully. "That was even better than the first time!"
I sit back on my heels and grin up at him. He looks so happy and I feel his authentic affection radiating over me. Richard didn't make a great first impression but I give him a break on that, considering the source of his sexual education so far. Now it looks like he might end up a genuine friend. With a cheerful reminder to keep thinking about his offer Richard leaves with a fond smile.
I step outside for some air and a few swallows of lemonade from the canteen I appropriated from Jerry's camping supplies. That and a tube of ChapStick turn out to be essential tools of my trade. Jerry suggests a bowl of water and a wash cloth in case somebody shows up not exactly April fresh down there, but I tell him I don't need it because I'll just send the kid home to wash himself.
I ain't suckin' no dirty dicks.
I have a nice five-minute break until Jerry comes around the corner of the garage with another kid in tow. My eyes grow wide and I can only stare for a moment.
"You!" I exclaim.
The boy actually looks behind him to see if there's someone else I might be referring to. "Me?" he asks, climbing into an unusually high register for such a big kid. "Do we know each other?"
I stare up — way up — into his handsome face. Up close the tall boy looks even more like a cool kid.
"You were at Rusty's one day," I say, embarrassed because I'm basically admitting that I'm a stalker. "You guys went into the treehouse."
His eyes narrow and I'm afraid he's going to get mad but instead he smiles.
"Was that you on top of the monkey bars?"
I'm sure I'm turning red, but I sheepishly smile up at him. "You saw that, huh?"
He laughs. "Yeah. It's kinda hard to miss one kid all alone, not climbing or playing or anything, just sittin' there, and still there when we come back out. Besides," he says more quietly, "I was sneaking around 'cause of what I was there for, so I was kinda keeping an eye out."
"You looked real happy afterwards," I say. "Rusty must be good at it, huh?"
Jerry pipes in, "Kids come out of here looking really happy, too. Maybe you guys should go inside before somebody hears you."
He ushers the tall cool 7th grader toward the shed door. I don't actually know for sure if he's a 7th grader, but he's definitely tall and cool. We step inside and I close and block the door.
"Nice," he says, looking around with his hands on his hips. "Rusty's treehouse is really small and hot. I can't even stretch all the way out on the floor and I have to sort of lean halfway up the wall." He looks at me and raises one eyebrow. "It's worth it, though."
I grin up at him, remembering how hard my dick was on top of those monkey bars, imagining Rusty sucking this tall cool boy's cock. Then I think about why he's here and realize that right now I'm even harder than that.
"I'm Ryan, by the way," he says, extending his hand to shake. His hand is very soft and his grip gentle. My mind goes immediately to how it will feel on the back of my head, his long elegant fingers running through my hair. I suddenly realize that I'm grinning at him like an idiot.
"I'm Marty!" I blurt.
"Um, yeah," he says with an indulgent smile. "Jerry told me."
"Right," I say and look away, red-faced, but I can't keep my eyes off of him and I turn back to find his brown eyes kind and warm.
"You wanna do this now, Marty?" he asks gently, "because I'm pretty ready for it." He glances down and I follow his gaze to a fairly major bulge in the front of his shorts. My mouth opens and I find myself grinning up at him again.
"There it is," Ryan says with a satisfied smile. "Just like Rusty, you get this look in your eyes like you just can't wait to get my dick in your mouth. You love it, don't you? Just like he does."
I gulp and can't look away from his beautiful brown eyes. I nod.
"That's so cool," he says. "It makes me so horny to know how much you want me. Feel it, Marty. Feel it in my shorts."
I take the bulge in my hand and squeeze gently. It isn't crazy big but it's very hard. I hear his sigh and it thrills me.
"Don't forget this," he says, producing a quarter and offering it to me.
"Oh yeah," I say with a self-effacing chuckle. "Almost forgot," but I don't release his bulge. I haven't even seen Ryan's dick yet but I already know I'll suck it all day and all night if he asks me to.
"You need to let go, Marty," he says, "so I can get my pants down."
"Would you, um..." I stammer, reluctantly letting my hand drop.
I can't quite think straight.
"Would you take all your clothes all the way off?"
He smiles again, ever so kindly. "You want to see me naked? Will that be exciting for you?"
I nod.
"I got naked for Rusty once," Ryan says, "the only time he was home alone and we had enough privacy. He loved it just like you. In fact it was the best suck he ever gave me. If I get naked for you do you promise to give me your very best suck?"
I nod, although I was planning to give him my very best suck anyway.
"Will you do whatever I ask you to?"
I nod, hoping with all my heart that he asks me to do his very favorite stuff, whatever that might be. I want to give him a blow job that will make him forget he ever met Rusty.
"You undress me," Ryan says and I grin happily.
He sits on the pile of sleeping bags and indicates his feet. He wears the requisite gymmies but with short white socks.
I guess he didn't get the memo about the dress code.
I kneel at his feet like in gym class when I hold another boy's ankles for sit-ups. I untie both shoes before slipping each one off and carefully setting them aside. The socks come next and I notice that Ryan's bare feet seem small for such a tall boy and almost feminine, but somehow it suits him. I crawl closer and peel his t-shirt up and off.
His pits are as bald as mine.
I take a second to admire what I see. His shoulders are delicate, slightly rounded, with barely visible collar bones showing through his pale skin. I don't think he's had much sun so far this summer. His chest is not what you'd call broad but certainly not puny either.
He looks like what he is; a tall, thin 12-year-old boy.
His nipples are a sight to behold: big, dark brown and sharply erect. I want to suck them like little dicks.
Smiling Ryan leans back on his elbows letting me in and I am reminded of Jerry and my very first blow job up in his bedroom. Was that really only a week ago? I feel like I've been sucking dicks my whole life, and in fact there have been nearly 20 different ones already. The thought makes me smile because I'm well over halfway to my goal...
And having the time of my cocksucking life!
Ryan is wearing the kind of shorts that Moms buy for their sons, "walk shorts" or whatever. They have belt loops and a zipper, like pants you'd wear to school except the legs are short. I make smiling eye contact as I open the belt buckle and his eyes shine in anticipation. With the belt open I can see that the shorts are loose on his slim frame and so without undoing anything else I hook my fingers into both the shorts and underwear and tug downward.
With a giggle Ryan lifts his narrow hips and lets me skin off the last of his clothing. His boner clears the waistband and springs up, slapping his nearly-hairless pubic area. I sit back on my heels and stare, having never been with a boy who wasn't as perfectly, pristinely smooth as me.
Just above his pounding stiff five inches Ryan has a small patch of short curly dark brown hair. I've seen pubic hair before, in the changing room at the pool and sometimes standing next to someone at a urinal, but never someone at this transitional age. The very few teens and men I've seen have been years older, their armpits, legs and crotches covered with thick mats of it. They are adults to me, a whole other species, but at 12 years old Ryan is still 90 percent boy and only 10 percent man. His soft lovely body is as pink and smooth as the day he was born except for that sparse patch of short and curlies, maybe two inches wide by one inch high. If he shaved it off he'd look like a little boy again.
Well, there is one other difference. The five-inch poker that juts up his belly is a shade darker than the rest of him. I've noticed that the teens and men I've seen had much darker-colored dicks than us boys, and seeing Ryan now makes it dawn on me that this dick-darkening thing must be part of the whole metamorphosis that boys go through turning into men, and Ryan has just started on that road.
Nature is weird as hell.
"OK, Marty," Ryan says gently. "Show me how you suck."
My excitement vaults even higher. I want to please him. I need to please him, and now is my chance.
I position myself carefully, almost reverently. The dick before me is surely the longest I've yet encountered but it isn't remarkably thick. Not skinny-slim like Richard, or tiny-slim like the twins. For thickness it's about on par with the 6th graders from my school, Jason and Dylan, although certainly longer. Ryan's cockhead is almost exactly the same circumference as his shaft, nicely round and firm, and there's almost no circumcision skin bunched below it.
It's really a beautiful dick.
I hook it at the base with one forefinger and pull the head back to my mouth, immediately taking it and doing that lips-and-tongue thing that somehow comes by instinct. Ryan gasps and I feel a light shudder course through him.
"Nice," he murmurs. "Keep doing that for a minute."
I lave and slurp his head, watching his eyes for reactions. Those brown eyes softly close and he puts his head back, his mouth open and sucking in more gasps of air, and I am gratified to know he's loving it.
"Oh man!" he exclaims, then looks down at me with urgency. "Take it now, Marty! Take it deep!"
I slowly sink on his shaft, deeper and deeper to my usual comfortable depth, then I pull back to the head again. I begin my patented, sure-fire technique of several deep plunges followed by ten seconds of nibbling, slurping and licking the tip. Ryan moans in appreciation and I feel his soft hands come to the back of my head, playing his long fingers tenderly through my hair.
It's simply wonderful.
On about the fourth cycle I dive deeper, to where I start to feel my gag reflex. I back off, continuing the plunge/nibble cycle but now to this maximum depth. The next time I get down there I feel Ryan thrusting up with his hips, trying to force it even deeper.
I gag and push myself back to the depth I can handle.
"Marty," he says gently, "you promised to do what I say. Now I want you to get all the way down on my dick. Will you do that for me, Marty?"
I want to please him. I need to please him. I take a couple of deep breaths through my nose and push myself all the way down.
I gag and my body heaves in rebellion, but I hold my resolve and fight back against the impulse. I make retching sounds but I stay down and in a few seconds I know that I can overcome this. I can suppress my gag reflex if I just relax my throat enough. I concentrate on relaxing those specific muscles and after a few tries I have control. I breathe through my nose and realize that I can stay down here all day!
"Good boy, Marty!" Ryan sighs. "Oh my God you're good at this! Pump it now Marty. Pump it all the way!"
Joyfully I begin the new, improved pumps, all the way from the base up to where just the head is engulfed and back down. His long beautiful cock glides effortlessly between my lips and pokes its lovely round head into my throat over and over. His hands are gripping my head now but not forcefully. Ryan is following my lead and pumping with me.
We are in it together.
"I'm almost there, baby," Ryan says in his gentle, affectionate way. "I'm gonna cum, and you're going to take it, right? You're going to take my cum in your mouth and really taste it and then you're going to swallow it down. Are you ready Marty? Are you ready for my cum?"
I don't know what he means about tasting it and swallowing it down. Tasting what? But my mouth is engaged in more important business than asking questions so I concentrate on getting him his feeling. We pump together, hard and fast, his silky-soft brown curly hairs delightfully tickling my nose with every plunge.
Ryan groans loudly and pushes his hips up higher than ever. His gut heaves and his legs tense and he pulls my head down even harder. I know he's getting it, getting the feeling, and I am beyond elated.
But now I'm aware of something strange in my mouth, a weird, slightly acidic flavor and a slimy consistency. I mildly panic, thinking first that he pissed in my mouth, or that I somehow bit him and his dick is bleeding, but neither of those is right. Ryan heaves again and the slimy flavor returns, stronger now. My arms involuntarily tense as my body wants to shove away but he's holding me too tight.
"Take it!" Ryan commands between his heaving gasps. "Please Marty! You said you would!"
I want to please him. I need to please him.
I relax and I feel Ryan relax his grip too. His dick spasms four or five more times with less and less slime. When it stops I gently back off but not all the way. I go back to the head, licking and slurping like before and tasting a trickle more of the acidic slime. I swallow but I don't really feel much of anything going down my throat. It has sort of dissolved in my saliva and now leaves only an aftertaste, which isn't altogether unpleasant.
I can certainly deal with this to give Ryan such pleasure.
"Oh my God, Marty," he breathes. "That was so good! Come up here." He grabs me under the arms and guides me to crawl on top of him until we are face to face.
And then he kisses me.
I've never been kissed before, not this way. It's romantic and affectionate and emotional, and in exactly one second I'm over my surprise and happily kissing him back. We moan and sigh around the kiss and his tongue comes forward to push between my lips. I accept it gratefully and we playfully wrestle inside my mouth.
"You're the sweetest boy ever," he says, and it is so sincere that my chest swells with pride and happiness.
I pleased Ryan!
He kisses me again and this time I push my tongue into his mouth and we play there for a while. When we finally break the kiss we pull a few inches apart and just gaze into each other's eyes.
"So..." I begin after a long moment. I'm trying to sound teasing but really dying to hear it. "Was I better than Rusty?"
"So much better," Ryan gushes. "You have no idea. I mean, Rusty's great. He's a really nice kid and he really wants it to be good for me. But man, nothing can beat your fabulous little mouth!"
I feel like I could float away up to the sky.
"What's the stuff called again?" Jerry asks.
"Sperm," I say. "Ryan says you start squirting it when you grow hair on your dick."
"How come?"
I think for a moment, trying to recall. It's hard to remember something that makes no sense to you.
"It has something to do with babies. You squirt it at a girl and she makes a baby out of it or something."
"I'll tell you one thing for sure," Jerry says. "When I grow my hair I'm not gettin' my dick anywhere near a girl! Just in case, you know?"
"Me neither," I agree.
"I'll do like Ryan," Jerry pronounces. "He's smart to only squirt it at boys."
"Yeah," I say, smiling at the memory of my tall cool friend's delectable slime. "He's a real smart kid."
Jerry smiles slyly at me and says, "When he left he didn't say goodbye. He said see you tomorrow."
I'm back above the moon. "Really? He's coming back tomorrow?"
"I think so. It sounds like it anyway."
"Cool," I say with a fond smile for my best friend who made all this happen. I'm super revved up and I add, "You want your free one now, Jerry?"
"We usually do that in the morning, and I only brought you seven today anyway," he says.
"Yeah, but you get two free ones a week. This can be one of those."
"Yeah, sure," he says with a shrug, "if you're givin'." He shakes his head in wonder as we step back into the shed.
It's day 9 and Ryan hasn't been back. Neither has Tyler and I'm pretty disappointed, as eager as they both sounded after their first times. I understand that quarters don't grow on trees — which is why I'm out in this shed to begin with — but I had hoped for a quicker return engagement with at least one of them.
The day starts out nicely with a lovely time with Old Reliable Kevin, but then goes quickly downhill with the return of Chris Taglio, the self-hating gay boy from my class. He's actually a little better this time, mumbling Hi and Bye at least, and limiting the dirty looks to just one right after his orgasm. I suspect that Jerry had a word with him.
I love how Jerry looks out for me. It means a lot.
I rest outside under a tree for almost half an hour before my friend rides up on bikes with a kid I never saw before in my life. He's our age or maybe a little younger and quite cute, with straw-blonde hair down to his collar and bright blue eyes.
"This is Bobby," Jerry announces. "Bobby, this is Marty."
He looks nervous and uncertain but he manages a small smile.
"Hi Bobby," I say with a reassuring smile. "I don't think I've seen you at school." I figure he must be a new transfer, or maybe he's a grade or two behind us and he's big for his age.
"I don't go to Reynolds," he says in a soft, high voice. He sounds almost timid. "I'm going into fifth at Jefferson."
I turn a questioning look to Jerry. "That's, like, on the other side of town."
"Yeah," Jerry says proudly. "We rode forever to get here!"
"It's not that far," Bobby says, minimizing. I wonder if he's ashamed to admit that he's so hot for a BJ that he'd ride all the way across town for it.
"You wanna go inside now, Bobby?" Jerry asks, holding open the door.
Bobby again smiles uncertainly, but goes where he's directed.
Inside I close and block the door, ready for him to get even more nervous because now he's locked in, but instead he relaxes somewhat. I realize now that he actually likes that we're nowhere near his neighborhood, because his biggest worry is other kids finding out. Locking the door ensures even more privacy.
"Do you have your quarter?" I ask, smiling as warmly as I can. He'll have a better time if he's relaxed and maybe decide future crosstown rides will be worth it.
"Yeah," he says, digging one out of his front shorts pocket and handing it to me. Then like 90 percent of first-timers Bobby just stands there waiting in embarrassed silence. I go into the spiel.
"I like it when boys get all the way naked," I say. "It's extra sexy that way."
"Really?" he asks. "All the way?"
"You don't have to if you really don't want to, but I'd like it if you do."
"Well," he stammers. "OK I guess." He strips slowly, glancing over to me a number of times. Each time I smile and nod in encouragement. Finally his underpants come off and I see that he's small but fully hard. Maybe he was shy about having a small dick, but now that it's out he doesn't try to hide it.
Bobby is very cute in the nude. There's kind of a childish innocence that all of these kids have to one degree or another but this one tops them all. His little dick is only about two-and-a-half inches long but surprisingly thick and crowned with a spade-shaped head that is dark and pulsing with blood.
His heart may be uncertain but his dick sure isn't.
I arrange us in classic position and get to work. Bobby doesn't say a word, not a single sound except for an occasional tiny sigh. Still I can tell from the tension in his body that he's fully enjoying what's happening. I miss the feeling of hands on the back of my head but I decide not to press him. Let the kid enjoy it his way, and if he comes back for seconds I can make suggestions then.
It takes the whole 15 minutes but Bobby finally gets there. It's hard to tell, actually, because he still barely makes a sound, only a deep inhale of breath as his feeling comes, and even then I'm not sure until he nudges my face away and smiles down at me.
"Did you have your feeling?" I have to ask.
He nods — slightly — and says, "Yeah. It was a real good one."
You could have fooled me.
Bobby is in a very good mood as he gets dressed, further proving that he got what he came for, and thanks me for a great time like he's leaving my birthday party or something.
"I'll come back if I can get another quarter," he says and steps out the door. By the time I get outside he's already tearing away on his bike.
I barely get a slug of lemonade from the canteen when another boy comes around the corner of the garage. My heart leaps when I see him.
"Tyler!" I cry and run to him. We both stop just short of flying into an embrace.
"Hi Marty!" he says, his honey-almond eyes dancing with excitement.
"Where have you been?" I ask, unable to keep a tinge of reprimand out of my voice.
"I had to go to my Aunt's house for five days," he says. "She just had a baby and my Mom went to help her, and I had to go too because my Dad works and they wouldn't leave me at home alone.
I'm immediately sorry I accused him. Parents have a way of fucking up a kid's plans.
We giggle our way inside and the instant the door is blocked he's on me with that full, double-armed embrace we both wanted outside. He's practically crushing my ribs and pressing a deep kiss on my lips. We didn't kiss the first time but now it just feels natural, and I return it eagerly. Tyler mauls my mouth like he's starving for it and I find it an incredible turn-on.
"Naked! Now!" I command, and Tyler grins. We tear off our clothes and go right back into the bear hug, our stiff little dicks prodding each other's thighs. It's Heaven, but I need more.
I stumble us over to the makeshift bed and we crash down onto it, still wrapped together as tightly as our arms can grip. Tyler breaks the kiss and gazes into my eyes with his most intense stare.
"I brought two quarters," he says in the sexiest tone a high-pitched little-boy voice can possibly attain.
I don't want to talk about money at this particular second and I try to rejoin the kiss. Tyler puts the flat of his palm over my mouth.
"No. Two quarters means we both suck, and I want to show you how."
I'm a little insulted because, not to brag or anything, but after 60-some BJs if anybody knows how to suck I'd say it's me.
Tyler moves his body around until we are head-to-toe, and dummy me still doesn't get it until he wiggles back a little and we are now face-to-crotch.
I suddenly get the idea in all its glory, and I duck my head forward and engulf him to the root just as he does the same to me. In one second we are both sucking like mad, and I reach around with my top hand and pull his soft, smooth ass into me, trying to get every millimeter of his cock. Somehow he gets both hands onto my ass and pulls me in as well, and we bob and suck and moan and whimper like boys possessed.
After a long, magnificent time I feel tension in Tyler's muscles that I know really well by this point in my career. He's building up fast, and suddenly I want to concentrate on finishing him. I'm the stronger one and I muscle him over onto his back, scooting myself around to classic blow job position between his legs. He moans in disappointment at the loss of my dick from his mouth.
I swing into my deep-plunging, tip-nibbling end game and he quickly forgets about the world outside of his own penis. His hands come to the back of my head and I moan in appreciation. His body tenses and flexes and his moans come deeper and last longer. His hips thrust upward and his belly clenches as his orgasm erupts. Wave after wave of release flow through him and into me, and I greedily absorb his ecstasy.
I think it's my favorite part, making another boy have this astounding feeling and knowing that I did it!
"Now you," Tyler says insistently, and rolls us over so that he can get to my rock-hard dick. His mouth comes on me and he sucks with every bit as much fervor as I had. I play with his pretty chestnut-brown hair and run my fingers through it, hoping he enjoys it as much as I do. I grind myself up to him, his soft lips tight around my shaft.
It's weird to be on the receiving end of this, but I know Tyler wants to do this for me as much as I wanted to do him, and even while it's intensely pleasurable for me it's also an act of giving.
I'm granting Tyler the pleasure of giving me pleasure.
I manage to hold off for several minutes and Tyler rewards me with little giggles around my dick and moans of delight from deep in his throat. He enjoys the act of sucking as much as I do and I let him go at his own pace until my rocket to Mars begins its countdown.
Once it starts it happens fast, my heaving dry cum snapping me like a whip and extracting all the tension from my body.
Damn he's good.
We lie there and giggle and snog for a long time until a soft knock at the door alerts me that Jerry has another boy waiting.
Tyler grabs his underwear and softly says, "I understand. Business is business."
I'm truly sorry to see him go, but he promises to be back soon and we part with a winsome kiss.
The boy outside is David, another long-time friend from the block. He's short and dark-haired and olive-skinned, with a nice cock for his size. He's not as comfortable with all this as, say, Kevin but he acts fairly normally toward me and has a lovely dry cum in seven minutes flat.
He's the fourth boy of the day and, as it turns out, the last.
"Shit, Jerry!" I cry, almost literally crying. "I'm not gonna make it! All that work and now I'm not gonna make it!"
"Don't give up yet," Jerry says, trying to keep his calm but obviously fairly upset himself. "Maybe it's just a dry spell."
"Come on, Jerry," I say bitterly. "You know perfectly well what it is. That new arcade opened up next to the movie theater and now the kids spend all their quarters there!"
Jerry looks at his feet but peeks up at me sheepishly. "Well, a few guys did mention that."
"Fuck!"
"They'll still get boners you know," Jerry says. "Guys our age are always horny."
"But not before the camp deadline!" I moan. "It's in two days and I'm still two dollars short. I have to do four a day and lately it's been, like, two or three for the whole day. And so far today nobody!"
"Can't you borrow two bucks from your folks? You can pay it back even before you leave for camp."
"I already asked," I say in dismay. "My Dad says I have to learn to handle disappointment, too."
We're both silent for a few seconds.
"I'll go out and beat the bushes," Jerry says.
"What the hell does that mean?"
"I don't know, but it's what my Dad always says when business is slow."
"How are you gonna do it if you don't know what it is?"
"I don't know!" Jerry explodes in frustration. "But I've gotta do something. We've come too far to give up now. I'll go find our best customers and try to get 'em back, like Kevin and Tyler and Ryan."
Kevin is still our top horn-dog with six visits in ten days. I don't know where he gets all the quarters. Tyler and Ryan are of course my favorites even though they've only been here twice each. They don't spend a lot of money but boy do I have a good time!
My mind goes straight to Ryan's second visit, just yesterday. He quickly got back into gentle command mode, once again making me promise to do anything he asked and of course I happily promised. One of his requests surprised me to my core, and at first I resisted and thought I would have to flat out refuse even if it meant he never came back.
But those amazing brown eyes wouldn't let me disappoint him.
"Come on," he had urged. "You promised you'd do whatever I ask."
"Yeah, but this! I mean, who licks somebody's butthole?"
"People do," he had insisted. "I washed really good just before I came over. Really, just take a sniff. You won't smell anything bad."
I can smell Ryan's sweet back door just like it's under my nose right now: fresh and clean and a little bit soapy. I guess my resolve broke pretty easily once I got so close to his hole, and I'll never forget how he writhed and moaned at the sensation.
And sure, once I started I got way into it. After all, giving pleasure is my thing and Ryan truly loved it.
It gives me an idea, but I'm pretty reluctant to mention it to Jerry. Desperate times, though...
"Go find Richard," I say. "Tell him to bring a dollar."
"Huh? What, are you gonna do, blow him four times?"
"Just tell him," I say. "He'll know."
I'm on all fours in the shed, Richard behind me painting my asshole with something gooey and slippery. His finger goes up me a little bit and I lurch in surprise.
"Hold still," he says, but softly. It's advice, not an order. "You gotta relax, Marty, or it'll be worse."
"OK," I say, and I can hear the strain in my own voice. I try to open my butthole for him and his finger goes in deeper. I have to admit it isn't so bad and in a few more pushes his finger is all the way in.
"OK," he says, "we're going for two fingers now. You have to relax, or even push out like you're trying to go poop."
I feel his two blunt fingertips at my entrance and get scared, but I said I would do this and so I will. I push out like I'm straining to shit.
The fingers slide into me. They feel big but not like a Mack truck or anything. I keep pushing out and Richard keeps pushing in and soon the fingers bottom inside me.
"Ahh! Ahh!" I cry. "Oh, man!" It's just this side of really painful, pretty much all I can take without bursting out in tears, and I have to wonder if the actual dick will be easier or harder.
"You're doing good, Marty," Richard says with surprising gentleness. It's hard to believe this is the same kid who slammed my face so remorselessly in our first encounter. He slides the two fingers slowly in and out ten times or so, gets another glob of Vaseline or whatever it is and gives me ten more.
It gets a little easier with every poke.
"OK," he says, and I feel him getting into position behind me. "Scrunch down. Your butt is too high."
I open my knees as wide as I can and scrunch as low as I can. My mind races as I wait, careening between fear and excitement. At first I'm consumed with the agony that's about to tear through me, but then I remember Ryan's ecstatic moans as my tongue pleasured his hole.
Of course a tongue and a cock are two very different things.
I feel something stiff and warm prod my butt cheek then slide into my wide open cleft. It zeroes in on my virgin pucker and pauses with the tip exactly on target.
I wonder how long it's been since I breathed.
"I'm gonna push kind of hard," Richard says. "It's gonna feel like there's no way it'll ever go in, but if you do the poop thing like I said it should pop right in."
One hand sneaks in between my legs to give my cock a feel. I'm totally limp from fear even while my brain is registering how incredibly hot this would be to watch. He brings both hands to my hip bones and grips me tightly.
"Are you ready?"
I gulp and grit my teeth. "Uh-huh," I manage to gasp, then give it my best poop-without-pooping.
"Ahh!" I cry out as Richard's slender cockhead jabs through my tight ring. It hurts, and I'm tempted to call it the worst pain I ever felt but even as the thought forms in my brain I know it isn't true. That would be sheer dramatics on my part and I know it. In fact, the pain is mellowing already and I find my breath returning to my lungs.
I just might be able to do this.
"That's the worst part," Richard says, his own breath heavier than before. "It feels amazing for me Marty and I promise pretty soon it'll start to feel really good for you too! Now I'll just hold it here a few more seconds and let you get used to it."
This is the first I realize that he's only got the head inside and there's a whole lot more to come, but I also realize that Richard has experience on the receiving end of a fuck and he thinks it feels good! From the way he talked I had imagined him basically getting raped every night by his big brother and I felt sorry for the terrible ordeal he had to go through. Now it seems he willingly gives it up, and once it gets going he actually likes it!
Other than my ragged breathing we're both silent while we settle, maybe half a minute. Finally Richard asks in a genuinely tender tone, "Are you ready?"
"Yeah," I mutter, and once again push my hole out and open.
He pulls my hips back and pushes forward with his. I make some kind of noise as the rigid pole opens me up and digs deeper into my guts, but I don't recognize it as any sound I've ever made before. It's not a cry of pain, not really. There is some pain but it isn't the main thing I'm feeling. I'm feeling stretched, filled and... and... possessed!
It reminds me very much of how I feel when I'm obeying Ryan's gentle orders. I'm giving myself up to something, something bigger than myself. It's weird because at the same time I don't feel like a slave, like I have no choice. I have a choice and I choose to please this boy, to give him control to do what makes him happy.
It makes me happy to make him happy.
"Mmmm!" I moan as Richard pushes deeper into me. He's about as far as his fingers had been and still going. I cry out again when that stiff young cock enters unexplored territory.
Richard stops the push immediately. "Are you OK?" he asks with real concern in his voice.
I gather myself for a second. Am I OK?
Oh, I'm OK all right! I know now, the realization suddenly crystallizing in my mind.
I want this! I wanted it from the first time Richard suggested it nearly two weeks ago. I want it from Ryan, too, and Tyler, and lots of other boys.
I love cock!
"Don't stop!" I implore in a voice that doesn't even sound like me. "Push it in me Richard! Push it in!"
And he does.
It doesn't feel good, not yet, but somehow I know it's going to. Right now I'm fueled by this new feeling, the intense satisfaction of giving myself. I suddenly know that it's been that way from the beginning, that giving all these blow jobs has been about giving myself too. Yes, I love sucking boys' cocks and it gives me great pleasure in and of itself, but the other element is equally important. I need to give myself up!
"Take me, Richard!" I gasp. "Take what you want!"
His long slim cock is all the way in me now and I feel totally, wonderfully full. He backs off an inch and drives it to the hilt again and I cry out in pained pleasure. He does it again and I moan hungrily.
"Fuck me Richard!" I groan. "Fuck me hard!"
In a few seconds he is thrusting steadily, pulling back further and slamming home with more and more force. Soon his skin is slapping against mine and I can feel his loose balls swinging softly against my taint. Richard fucks and fucks, grunting his own need with each bottom.
"Oh God, Marty!" he wails. "This is fantastic! No wonder my brother likes it so much!"
Between my own gasps and moans I manage to say, "I love it, Richard! Oh, fuck me!"
It goes on a good long time and I'm starting to think that I might even get to orgasm myself, but then I notice a tinge of soreness beginning in my hole. It still feels wonderful to be so full, and I still love how this boy holds me so tightly and takes what I have to give, but I start to think I'm going to pay for it later.
The discomfort slowly blooms and I'm about to ask him to ease off when I feel his intensity jump to a new level, his thrusts taking on new power. His muscles tense and his belly clenches and a high-pitched cry of ecstasy comes from deep inside him.
He bucks a strong dry orgasm into my ass.
Like before Richard's cum doesn't last long. He slams it home and pulses in place for five seconds then gives me two more thrusts before falling away to the floor. I roll to my back as well and gaze upon the slim boy lying on his back panting like a German Shepherd on a hundred-degree day. His long thin dick is still jutting toward the ceiling, shiny with lube and reflecting the bare overhead bulb. It occurs to me that Richard never loses his boner after he cums, and in fact I've never seen the thing when it wasn't hard.
"Are you OK?" he gasps with what little breath he has available for words. His eyes are kind and concerned.
I manage a smile. "Yeah," I say. "Real good."
"It was the best thing I ever felt," he says, a phrase I've heard a lot in the past two weeks. "Was it good for you?"
"Yeah, Richard," I say, meaning it. "I might be a little sore tonight, but you were right. Once you were in there it felt amazing!"
Richard grins and says, "I'd never let my brother know, but I love when he fucks me."
"Why not let him know?" I ask in surprise.
"Because after he does it he acts all sorry, and he cuddles with me and tells me he loves me and stuff, and then he's super nice to me the whole rest of the day. I'm afraid if I tell him I like it he won't do that anymore."
I look into his vulnerable eyes. "Could you, maybe, cuddle with me for a minute?"
Richard grins and crawls over, enfolding me in a lovely hug.
"Can I fuck you again when I get my allowance next week?"
I smile and say, "Yeah, sure Richard. My butt should feel better by then."
"I kinda forgot about that part," he says sheepishly. "I got real sore after Grant did it to me the first time. I could hardly even go to the bathroom."
I must have a frightened look on my face because he adds hastily, "It was better the next day and by the next week Grant was doing it to me again, like every two days. I was a little tiny bit sore after the second time but from then on it never even hurt at all. I just pretended it did."
I look away and give up a sigh, and Richard's eyes become concerned again.
"What?" he asks.
"I wish you could do it again right away," I say. "I'm still a dollar short of the money I need for camp and the guys aren't coming around for blow jobs anymore."
"Why not? They're awesome!"
"Yeah, but everybody we know has already been here, and now they'd rather spend their quarters at the new arcade instead of on something they've already had a couple times before."
Richard thinks for a moment. "So what you need is guys who have never had one of your BJs before, right?"
"Yeah, I guess," I say. "But Jerry's been asking around for two days and can't find anybody."
"Would you do it to older kids?"
I look at him warily. "How much older?"
"Like my brother's age, 14."
I think for a moment. "Didn't you say he has a real big one?"
Richard looks embarrassed. "I kinda lied a little about that," he says. "I was trying to talk you into letting me do it in your butt, and I figured if you thought I could take a real big one then for sure you could take my little one."
"Yours isn't that little," I say with a grin. "In fact I'd say it's just about perfect."
Richard grins back at me and tightens our hug.
"My brother has these three friends he hangs around with all the time. If I tell him that you'll suck them all for a quarter apiece then you'd have enough for camp!"
My heart inflates. "That would be great, Richard! Thanks a lot."
"I won't tell him about fucking, though. He'd want to do it to you and maybe wouldn't settle for a blow job."
I smile happily at my new friend until he thinks of something else.
"One thing, though. They're gonna want to squirt in your mouth."
I think back to the taste of Ryan's boy-nectar on my tongue and my heart skips faster.
"Urbff!" I say, but it's not a word. It's the sound of a thick teen cockhead barely fitting into the entrance of my throat. A heavy bush of curly black hair engulfs my nose and my eyes instinctively close as my face is pressed forcefully against Izzy's muscular belly. His hairy balls are tight against my chin and I can feel them pulling tight in their wrinkled bag.
"Here it comes!" he grunts and, per my insistence, lets me back halfway off of his six-inch cock so that his ropes of boiling cum don't fire directly down my throat. The spray hits the roof of my mouth and collects on the back of my tongue, and I pull off even further so that the tip of his blazing hot rod is aimed squarely at my taste buds. I have come to love this musky, bleachy flavor and I want to savor it.
His strong ass muscles clench again and I grip them with both of my hands as a second spurt of the lovely thick cream lands on my tongue. I hope for a third shot and presently I am rewarded. Izzy is the third of this foursome to feed me his adolescent seed and so far it's the most voluminous.
"Oh, yeah! Swallow that jizz!" he orders and I am only too happy to comply. I jerk him off with my hand, my lips still around his cockhead, and he manages a few more dribbles. I suck gently until his hands fall away from the back of my head and I back off to sit on my heels, smiling up at him. Izzy's probably the best-looking of this crew and by far the most developed, but by no means the most assertive.
Grant had gone first of course, since it was his little brother who made it happen. He certainly does not have "a really big one" and if I wasn't sore from Richard I'm sure I could take it. In any event he sure seems happy with unloading in my mouth and never suggests anything further south. Grant's cum is quite a bit thicker and stronger-tasting than Ryan's but I like it just fine.
Phillip is a short, stocky boy with a dick to match, and the most aggressive. The moment Grant is finished he's elbowing Izzy out of the way and opening his beefy legs for me. I decide that his eagerness might make him fun to suck and in fact he does have a good old time, avidly making love to my face. It takes him rather a long time to get there but when he does his emission has a surprising sweet taste that I like very much. He is happy and bubbly and thanks me profusely, and I chalk the experience up as a real positive.
After Phillip is Izzy and following Izzy is Charlie, the smallest, shyest and youngest-looking of the friends. In fact he looks about 12 to my eye, with smooth legs and underarms and only a bit more pubic hair than Ryan. I love his four-plus inches and I set about doing my best for him. I guess he likes my style because he lets me have my way with him, moaning and gasping and squealing in delight until he tenses and shoots a single nice glob onto my tongue, followed only by the trailing drizzles they all finish with.
It's light and sweet and delicious and I know I'm going to want lots more in the future.
"...twenty-four fifty, twenty-four seventy-five, twenty-five dollars!" I announce triumphantly, grinning up to my Dad's proud face. He gazes down with a broad smile.
"I'm very proud of you, son," he says, beaming. "And didn't it make you feel great to earn that money with your own hard work? There's no greater satisfaction in life than to know that you deserve everything you have because you've earned it!"
Of course he has no idea exactly how I earned it. As far as my folks know our neighborhood is rife with gardens that need weeding and garbage that needs taking out.
I grin up at him. "It sure does, Dad. It feels fantastic!"
"OK, now where's the rest of it?"
My jaw drops and I think my heart has stopped.
"What do you mean?" I ask fearfully. "I needed 25 dollars and there it is!"
"Oh, Marty," my Dad says, his tone collapsing in disappointment. "Didn't you read the last paragraph, where it says there's a one dollar processing fee?"
"Processing fee?" I exclaim, practically in tears. "What's a processing fee?"
"They charge you a dollar to cover what it costs them to review your application and put your name in their files, stuff like that."
I can't close my mouth as I stare straight ahead in shock. I glance back up at my Dad and his disappointed look has deepened, only now I'm sure what he's disappointed in is me! But suddenly I brighten, and my Dad warily softens his expression as well.
"I've still got until tomorrow, right?"
"Yes," Dad says. "Do you think you can earn another dollar in one day?"
"I'm sure gonna try!" I say and hurry out the door, excitedly running for Jerry's house.
I get to give four more blow jobs!
Thanks for reading One Hundred Quarters. Not holding my breath for a Pulitzer prize, but I hope it was fun.
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