Date: Tue, 8 Sep 2015 22:29:13 +0000 From: Scott Subject: The Summer I Met Rod Dear Readers: Please consider offering a donation to Nifty today so that this wonderful repository of erotica may continue to grow for years to come. Thank you! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * I was 12 years old in the summer of 1971 when this story takes place. I lived in a working class suburb of St. Louis, in one of those subdivisions that sprung up in the 60s with street after street of the same model of house interpreted in 3 or 4 different ways. At 12, I stood at around 4'10" and weighed about 90 pounds. I had black hair that was lustrously thick and shiny and which I constantly found myself combing. I wore my hair parted on the side. My hair was medium lengthed, just touching the bottom of my neck in the back and nearly covering my eyes. As for my eyes, they were a light hazel green and bordered with thick rather girlishly long eyelashes. I had a small button nose and a rather wide mouth with a sensously thick lower lip. My complexion was what you would describe as olive and tanned easily. People always assumed I was Italian, but in fact I am from Swiss and French ancestry. As far as my physique goes, I was slender without any real muscular defintion yet and with rather narrow shoulders and a narrow chest. From the nearly constantly erecting penis I had at that age, I guess you could say I was entering puberty, but had yet to grow any pubic hair. It's hard to say with any real accuracy how big I was erect, being so many years ago, but I'd say I was probably hovering around three inches. In the early summer of my twelth year, though I was constantly getting boners, I'd as yet to masturbate or have my first orgasm. The nearest I came to masturbation was humping myself against my bed in the mornings when I woke up. I wasn't completely ignorant though. I had seen guys doing the hand gesture of forming their hand into a fist and rapidly moving it up and down when joking about jacking-off, as I knew the word for it. And, I'd also heard about blow jobs. But, I'd not as yet tried my hand at jacking-off, pardon the pun. And, the possibility of ever receiving -or giving- a blow job hadn't even entered my mind. This was all to change when I became friends with Rod. Rod was a 15-year-old boy who went around the neighborhood selling snow cones from a red wagon he pulled around. He was a real junior entrepeneur you might say. He had a professional looking glass box holding shaved ice and about 3 or 4 different bottles of flavoured syrup. He used a small brass, hand-held bell he'd ring to announce he was coming down the street. I loved snow cones and would always buy one from him. I'm not sure how our friendship began, but I think it started when one day I asked if it was alright for me to follow him as he made his rounds. Let me describe Rod to you. At 15, he was a good two heads taller than me. I think my head came up to about his shoulders. He had corn-yellow blond hair that was somewhat unruly in its level of curliness. Thick like my own, but where my hair seemed to behave itself, Rod's hair was what you would probably describe as wavy. As was the fashion at the time, his hair was also rather long, coming down to the top of his shoulders. He had incredibly blue eyes that reminded me of the color of the sky. His nose I suppose would be described as pugged with a rather pronounced upward curve to the front of it. His lips were full, both the upper and lower. As far as his complexion, it was a beautiful golden hue. He was one of those blonds who get a really deep tan instead of just getting a continuous pink sunburn. Rod's standard uniform was invariably a pair of faded Levi cut-offs and white tank top t-shirt and white canvas sneakers with no socks. This was 1971, designer brands like Nike and Adidas hadn't yet become popular. As for my daily wardrobe. I, too, normally wore cut-offs with a white t-shirt and white canvas sneakers that were normally closer to tan from all the dirt clinging to them. I also wore my sneakers without socks as was popular back then. And underneath my denim cut-offs, a pair of size 10 JCPenney Towncraft briefs. Though it was dawning on me that I liked boys, any sexual fantasies I had of boys at this age were still fleeting and rather vague. My sexual thoughts were more limited to wondering what my friends and schoolmates looked like naked and those thoughts causing my penis to become erect. Rod had an easy going personality. In my 12-year-old mind I thought he was very cool. And after that first time he let me walk with him, I began to find myself walking with him every day as he made his way onto my block, eventually ending up pulling the wagon for him and being paid for doing so with free snow cones. I really don't recall what we would talk about. I was somewhat shy and he wasn't much of a talker to begin with. I just enjoyed being around a much older kid. At 12, 15 seemed almost like an adult to me. I only had an older sister, and being able to hang-out with Rod made me think how great it would be to have a brother like him. I guess you could say I was forming a boyish crush on Rod. Anyway, normally at some point I would grow tired of pulling the wagon and return home. Until one day Rod asked if I wanted to come home with him and go swimming. He told me his family had put in a pool that summer. An inground pool with a diving board. Such luxury, I thought in my working class kid's mind. I told him sure I'd love to, but needed to go home to change into my swimsuit. He told me not to bother. That I could wear one of his older suits. He said he thought he had one that would fit me. When we got to his house we went to his bedroom which I thought was very cool, like Rod. The walls were decorated with several psychedelic black light posters and his room had a black light and even a lava lamp. He told me he was thinking about also buying a strobe light. Like I said, this was the early 70s. He also had a cheap bookshelf stereo. All the things I wished I had. Yet another reason to idolize him. As it turned out, Rod wasn't able to find the older swimsuit he thought he had and told me to just wear my underwear. I thought about it and decided that would be okay. I mean, briefs were sort of like a pair of swim trunks. So, I said sure. Oh, I should say that both of his parents worked and so we had the place to ourselves on this afternoon. Also, the backyard of his house was surrounded by a six foot tall, wooden privacy fence. I was surprised when he didn't ask me to leave his room as he quickly shed his shoes, tank top and cut-offs. I tried to not look at him in his white briefs, but nevertheless stole a couple of furtive glances. I admired how full the pouch of his briefs looked and, like friends I'd wondered about from time to time, wondered what Rod looked like naked. The thought made my penis twitch and I quickly looked around the room at the posters to try to take my mind off of it. But, when I saw him lower his briefs before sliding up a pair of light blue speedos that were nearly the same color as his eyes, I once again found myself checking him out. His penis was beautiful! It was pale and pink in contrast to his golden tanned skin and centered in a thin expanse of equally pale skin formed by the speedo he wore. Above his penis was a modest tuft of strawberry blond pubes. His dick dangled over a rounded pink ballsack that appeared to be hairless. He was, like myself, circumcised, and had a bell shaped tip that was about the same shade of pink as his balls. Soft, his penis looked about as long as my dick was hard and was much thicker than my own. I couldn't help but envy his masculine proportions. Rod noticed me looking at his crotch as he slid his speedo up his thighs and into place. He didn't say anything, but grinned, as if to say, "everybody looks". I had been changing out of my clothes at the same time Rod was and I was now in just my briefs with my penis pointing out a bit with the semi I'd gotten whilst looking at Rod. I wondered if he noticed. If he did, he didn't say anything. Rod grabbed 2 towels from the bathroom that was across the hall from where his room was and we quickly went outside to the pool. Rod got on the diving board and made a perfect dive into the pool. I followed, doing a cannonball. I was in heaven and hoped this wouldn't be the only time I got to swim in Rod's pool. We very quickly began to horseplay in the water, splashing one another, and taking turns dunking one another. At one point when Rod attempted to dunk me, I felt his hand reach up in between my legs and fondle me. I immediately erected in the wet cotton of my Towncrafts. I'd never been touched by anyone down there before and the feel of his hand gently squeezing my crotch caused me to inflate and stiffen in record time. He must have sensed my desire for him, but I never suspected he might have felt anything similar towards me, so I was a bit taken by surprise when I felt him grope me. Rod led me over to the side of the pool by my wrist and had me stand with my back against the pool. We were now standing in the shallower half of the pool which was about 3 feet deep. I looked down and below the rippling surface of the water could see that, like myself, Rod now had a boner which was clearly defined within the clinging light blue fabric of the speedo he wore. I couldn't get over how long it looked with the bulbous tip pressing firmly up just under the waistband. Without asking permission, Rod inserted his thumbs into the elastic waistband of my size 10 Towncrafts and quickly shimmied my briefs down to my thighs, once again fondling my now naked dick in his hand. I gasped and squirmed at the delightfully horny sensation of feeling his fingeres encircling my tight-skinned erection and felt myself involuntarily stretching my groin forward. "God, you got a hard little dick, Scott," Rod said with a horny tone in his voice. My boyish insecurity keyed in on Rod's use of the word little in describing my dick and I said, rather defensively, "Well, I'm only twelve," as I looked down at how his boner, still covered in his speedo appeared nearly twice as big as mine. "It'll start to get bigger soon. Mine did when I started 7th." Rod tried to reassure me. "C'mon, let's get out of the pool and go to my room." Rod said, pulling my undies back up in place. Once inside Rod's bedroom, he had me lay on his bed with a towel he placed beneath me and continued to fondle me. I was like puddy in his hands and he knew it. He once again shimmied my wet briefs down as I arched my slender hips off of the bed to assist him. Both of our eyes focused on the wet, semi-transparent undies slowly revealing my arched and pulsing boner as the wet fabric rather stubbornly clung to my skin with the descent. He knew I was game for it. And though I was too lost in the moment at the time, I now wonder how long he'd been planning this, planning what would amount to him taking my innocence that day. Was it just a momentary horny impulse, or had he been wanting this for some time? I guess I'll never know. "Have you ever jacked-off?" Rod asked, a horny grin forming dimples at the corners of his mouth, and a look of excited anticipation showing in his beautiful blue eyes. I shook my head no and felt his finger and thumb encircle my shaft and begin to glide up and down my twitching cock. "You're gonna like this. So, you've never cummed before, Scott?" Again, I shook my head, feeling somewhat embarrassed by my naivette in front of this older boy. "It'll feel like you have to pee. Don't worry though. You won't. Just tell me when it starts to feel that way though, ok?" "Okay," I said with a shuddering breath, finding it suddenly a bit hard to talk with the deliciously hot sensations starting to build within my hairless loins. My legs began to spread apart and I felt the elastic from my descended undies pressing into my flesh. I softly and repeatedly moaned Rod's name as he tenderly massaged my incredibly erect penis, applying a feathery light degree of pressure. A soft hissing sound coming from the surface his finger and thumb tracing up and down my velvetty skinned stiffy. The room silent save for my soft moans and the soft sound of his fingers rubbing me in fast then not so fast and then fast again strokes. With his free hand, Rod quickly tugged down the front of his still damp, baby blue speedo and cupped it under his balls. I was now seeing the first boner I'd ever seen besides my own. His erection was shaded a highly saturated ruddy pink. Compared to my still boyish proportions, it appeared so incredibly thick and long. We were both circumcised and Rod's head had the same puggish upward appearance in the front of his glans as the nose on his face. His balls were big and round and nearly twice the size of my own. Covering the base of his groin was a compact tuft of strawberry blond pubes. I watched with horny fascination as Rod began jacking himself as he continued to jack me at the same time. I couldn't help but notice he used all four fingers and thumb on his own dick instead of just his index finger and thumb on mine. "Fuck, your dick looks so damned horny...let me give you a blow job," Rod said with a feverish lust to his voice as he leaned forward and lowered his mouth over my twitching cock. "ROD!" I yelped in a squeeled falsetto as I felt the slippery wet heat of his tongue begin to twirl and swirl around my virgin 12-year-old boyhood. My ass squirmed helplessly on the bed and my legs spread wider as again I felt the tension of my descended Towncrafts trying to keep my legs together. My hairless groin instinctively arching upwards and pulling back in tentative somewhat awkward hunching movements in and out of his mouth. I began to feel tension in my groin muscles I'd never felt before and a warm itching sensation in my penis. I could feel an almost electric tingle pulsing in my tip and inside my balls which were already beginning to contract and pull slowly upwards. These new incredibly intense sensations combined to make me whimper with concern. "It feels funny!" I gasped in a somewhat frightened voice and yet I couldn't resist my need to slowly begin fucking Rod's mouth. Rod now lathing his tongue along the front of my shaft, pressing the slippery warm surface of it back and forth across my highly expanded urethral ridge. My boner was beginning to feel so engorged with blood that it felt like it might split up the side. I'd never felt so hard in all my life. "Rod....Rod..." I continuously moaned and whimpered in helpless tones between gasps and huffish breaths that were quickening in tempo. Also quickening in tempo was Rod's fisting of his teen cock. I noticed his tip looking shiny and bulging like a small red-pink balloon inflated to the point of bursting. A trickle of shiny fluid appearing at his piss slit. In my innocent mind I wondered if that was his sperm, not knowing about precum at 12. Rod must have sensed I was close. I'm not sure if he was squeemish about tasting my load, which I didn't even know I would have yet, but he removed his mouth and began jacking me off again. His finger and thumb gliding up and down my spit glazed cock in rapid pistons, squeezing tighter this time around. "It's okay, Scott. Let it happen. I know it's your first time. Don't be scared," Rod said in reassuring tones. As if being given permission by Rod's reassuring words, my groin began to frantically flutter up and down in spastic pistons. Much like Rod had forewarned me, but still surprised by the sudden surge of tension I felt pulsing at the base of my penis, in a panicked voice, I yelped, "I'm gonna pee! a half second before my drum-tight, bluish-pink, boy acorn began spitting droplets of watery semen onto my skin just below my belly button. My yelp was immediately followed by a sucker-punched, cum grunt as all the tension in my groin explosively gave way with my minimal ejaculation, causing my little cockhead to feel like it was about to pop off the end of my penis. "UNGH...GONNA CUM!" Rod grunted in a loud almost angry sounding tone as I watched his cock release long milky ropes of sperm that splattered the towel placed beneath me. No doubt the knowledge he had just made me experience my first orgasm being the trigger for his own. The room suddenly was permeated with the peachy sweet tang of my immature spermless semen and the musky earthier scent of Rod's teen spunk.