Date: Thu, 18 Feb 2010 15:44:09 -0500
From: Luz Rojo <author@luzrojo.com>
Subject: C.B. Tennessee

C.B. Tennessee (M/B, cons.)
By Luz Rojo (author@luzrojo.com)

(You can find other stories by Luz Rojo at the author's personal
story website: www.luzrojo.com)

Introduction:

This story is true.  It took place many years ago.  It involves
consensual sexual activity between an adult man (22) and a minor
boy (me, at age14).

Although these events actually happened (only names have been
changed) the behavior was rather risky and could have gone quite
badly for either of us so I do not want to encourage this sort of
thing.  You, however, may read and enjoy knowing that no harm
comes to anyone, man or boy, for what they did.

Even though it's been a long time I was able to write this with a lot
of detail because I recall this experience quite vividly.

This is how I remember it.


C.B. Tennessee
by Luz Rojo

In the summer of 1974 I was 14 and went with my family on a
vacation to Tennessee.  First we hooked up with some relatives,
including a 16-year-old cousin of mine named Jim.

Being a curious adolescent who'd already had a few sexual
experiences (see my other stories including "Treehouse Tryst") I
was always looking for any chance to "horse around," as I called it,
with other guys.  The most I'd gotten into was mutual JO and a tiny
brush with oral.  I didn't think what guys did together could even
be considered really "having sex," just playing around, so I was
always up for any excuse to mess with another guy naked because
it was fun and harmless, as long as no one found out.

I liked girls, but I knew messing around sexually with a girl was
serious business.  That was real sex and a very bad thing to do.  A
guy could get a girl pregnant or spread disease, but guys messing
around with each other, jerking off and playing with our dicks?
Well, in my mind that was harmless kid's stuff.

Obviously, I was pretty na•ve about just what guys could do
together.  My experience was limited to circle jerks and touching,
with barely a hint of what sucking was all about.  While I knew it
was something to keep secret, I had no idea that it was actually
illegal for two guys, especially an adult man and a boy, to play
around naked together with their thingies out.  I just thought it
would be embarrassing if caught and could get me in trouble with
my folks.

The first part of the trip I slept in Jim's room at night, and we
talked.  He was two years older but not really into talking about
sex stuff, at least not with me.  I saw him naked a lot as we
changed and secretly I was eyeing his muscular teen form, more
developed and athletic than mine, with great interest.  To my
disappointment I never saw him get stiff.  I was perpetually half-
hard myself, so I was curious what other boys looked like when
they were hard.

One night I asked him if he knew about jerking off.  He said he'd
heard about it but never did it.  Although I had a three-times-a-day
habit, I naturally said I never did it either, not wanting to admit to
my perversions if he didn't.

In short, he wasn't very open to talking about that stuff, although
he had no problem being naked as we changed or showered
together.  He was just very comfortable with his body and straight-
as-an-arrow in his sexuality.

I was into C.B. radio that summer and had brought along our
mobile for the trip.  I got him interested in that a bit.

Our families took a "camping trip" (if you could call it that) to a
campground in Tennessee, mostly so our dads could go fishing.
We set up in one of those camp grounds that are like parking lots,
where you have a paved, numbered space and parked your trailer
cheek-to-jowl with everyone else.  Each space had power and
running water.  Even then I never thought of it as really camping.

This campground had a huge swimming pool, as big as a public
pool, with its own locker room, shower and changing area.
Swimming is something I was always into.  I love to swim.  I also
enjoyed showering with Jim afterwards, although as I said, nothing
ever happened.

At night I got out the C.B. radio and was showing Jim how you
could talk to people.  C.B. radio then was kind of like an Internet
chat room in that you just got on and found people to talk to.  The
big difference is that someone had to be fairly close by for to get
your signal, unless you were talking "skip," (which technically you
weren't supposed to do) so no one you spoke with was ever very
far away.

Our first night, Jim and I got into a conversation with some local
guy who went by the handle "Good Buddy."  He had a strong
Tennessee accent and was real friendly.  We talked with him about
where we'd come up from, where we were staying, what kind of
C.B. gear we were using, and stuff like that.  We told him about
the campground, what we thought of it, how long we were staying
and just talked.  He seemed nice, but I didn't think much of it
afterward.  I talked to guys on the C.B. all the time and usually
never spoke with them again because we'd have moved on.

The next day Jim and I were swimming in the camp pool when my
mom walked up with some guy.  She said he'd come by to see us.
It was "Good Buddy" from the radio!

I was shocked.  I hadn't expected to ever talk to this guy again,
much less see him in person.  Besides that, I hadn't actually
realized I'd given him enough information to find us, but it seems I
had let slip enough that he was able to get right to us.

Since the pool was a big public place with hundreds of people
around, and my mom being who she was and the era we were in,
she went off back to the camp and left us to talk with "Good
Buddy," not worrying about a thing.  (Probably not something a
mother would do these days!)

Jim and I stayed in the pool as we spoke, hanging on the edge,
looking up at this guy who'd appeared out of nowhere.  GB bent
down at the knees shook our hands and chatted with us about C.B.
stuff.

He was a nice looking guy, 22-years-old and still single.  He was a
mechanic at a gas station and was dressed in a basic gas-station
mechanic's outfit; dark blue trousers and a lighter blue shirt with
work shoes.  He had dark-brown hair, cut fairly short, a great big
smile and a really nice attitude.  He was super friendly and had a
really thick mid-Tennessee accent; very rural, very southern.

As he squatted in front of us to talk his crotch was right in front of
me, just above my eye level.  I guess I was a perverted young teen
boy because my gaze kept going from his face, to his groin, and
back again.  I thought I could make out the shape of his dick down
the leg of his trousers, and it looked like he might not be wearing
any underwear because it hung really loose and heavy in there.

He started asking us what kind of equipment we had and I told him
about the Radio Shack C.B. radio we'd been using.

I kept looking at his dick in his pants and every so often he'd reach
down and adjust himself as we spoke, straightening it or giving it a
little squeeze.  Each time he did it I thought it seemed bigger than
before.

Was he getting boned up?

I'd NEVER seen an adult with a boner before and I kept looking,
wondering, curious what he must look like in there.  In between me
looking at his groin we'd make eye contact.  He smiled at me and I
started getting the vibe that maybe, just maybe, this guy was into
"horsing around" too.

But that was way crazy; he was an adult!  Adults weren't into sex
stuff like that!

Looking at other guy's things, getting boners and playing around
was just a phase we boys all go through, right?  I mean, we grow
out of when we get older, don't we?  As boys, we were curious
about the way our bodies are changing, but any adult would
already be over that.

With that logic, I figured, there was no way any adult man,
anywhere, would ever have the slightest interest in seeing some
scrawny little teenage boy naked!  What did we have to look at?
Especially a freshly adolescent teen like myself!  And of course, I
knew, there was no way he'd ever let me see HIS dick?  No way!

And yet, I got this vibe, like I had from some older boys I'd played
with, as he adjusted himself, that he was, maybe, trying to give me
a signal.  Maybe he was still into that kinda stuff?

Then it hit me that, hey, he was still young and still single!  He
didn't have a wife yet to take care of his needs, so maybe he hadn't
grown out of that kind of thing yet?  (It was a juvenile thought, but
I was a juvenile.)

One thing for sure, I was getting horny looking at his crotch and
quickly got boned up there in the pool.

At 14 I was used to jo'ing multiple times a day, but since being on
this trip with my family, and sharing a room and showers with Jim,
I hadn't had a moment to myself in over a week.  I was so damned
pent up and horny, I was ready to pop.

"Good Buddy" (I don't remember his real name, although I'm sure
he said it) and I talked about C.B. stuff, equipment and all.  I was
very techno-geek for radio things and he seemed to know a lot
about them.  He asked all kinds of questions about what kind of set
up I had, what kind of gear I was running, and so on.  Then, he
said, he had his fancy mobile rig in his car in the parking lot.
Would I like to see it?

"Oh yeah, that'd be great!" I said, jumping at the chance (and I
really was just thinking of his radio gear when I said it!)

I was excited, but Jim wasn't interested at all.  This C.B. stuff was
my thing, not his, he just wanted to swim.  I told Jim I was gonna
go check it out and I'd meet him back at the campsite later.

I jumped out of the pool, forgetting for a moment about my
aroused condition.  As soon as I emerged from the water I saw
GB's eyes drop down my body and a soft smile came to his lips as
he looked at my bathing suit area.

He looked back up at me, grinning, and sort of raised his eyebrows
knowingly, like we were sharing a secret.

I turned red as I realized what I had showing.  My tight, bikini-
style Speedo, common for boys back then, left nothing hidden.  He
could easily see I was packing some teen-wood down there!   I
quickly got my towel to cover up before anyone else noticed.

I told GB I needed a minute to shower and get dressed.  He said
that was fine, he was in no hurry.

The only way in and out of the pool was through the locker room
so I didn't think anything of it as he followed me there.  Even
though the pool was busy the locker area was empty.  I made
straight for the showers.  I was a bit surprised when he just sort of
tagged along and kept talking to me like a friend would do.

It seemed perfectly normal the way he did it, like it was just
normal for guys in a locker room to hang and talk like this.  Since
this was exactly what it was like grabbing a shower with Jim I just
figured this is what mature guys do and acted like I was used to it
and it was no big deal, but in fact, it made me feel funny.

It was an open shower area with about eight or so shower heads
and no one in there but me.  I hung up my towel and got under the
water with my suit still on.  GB stood in the doorway chatting and
watching me.  I still had a big ol' boner and with no towel to cover
up I could feel his eyes checking me out down there.  I felt
exposed, even with my trunks on, but strangely, the way he kept
looking at me, was actually turning me on even more.

I felt that he liked what he saw, looking at me, and that made me
feel good and not ashamed.

He kept talking like it was a regular thing to be chatting with
another guy you just met while he was in the shower.  Like I said, I
just figured mature, grown up guys were used to being around one
another, like in gyms and locker rooms after sports and all, so I
kept on acting like it was no big deal to me either (I was just so
mature), but the truth was I was feeling that funny tingling inside
that comes with sexual situations.  Him standing there watching
me shower, even with my suit on, gave me a peculiar feeling.

I kept looking at him as we spoke.  I felt him looking at me and he
didn't hide his deliberate glances at my swimsuit area, which he
always followed by reaching down, pulling or rubbing his thing in
his pants.  The outline of his thing looked bigger and harder than
before, more pronounced.  His cock was hanging far down the leg
of his pants now.

I was so horny.  The more he looked at me, the more I looked at
him, the more tingly and turned on I got.

"So how big's your pole?" he said.

"Pole" was C.B. slang for your antennae, but I didn't miss his
question could have more than one meaning.

"Love to see what kind of equipment you're runnin'," he added.

He was being clever, but he was also playing it safe, phrasing
things so he could back out and claim he was just talking CB stuff,
but we both knew what he really meant.

I was in a shower.

There was no one else around.

He kept eyeing me, pulling on his cockÉ

He was doing everything he could to send a signal, short of
grabbing me and stripping me naked.

If anything was going to happen, and I kinda wanted something
more to happen, then the next step was mine.

I was 14, had no experience with situations like this and was
nervous as hell, but I was also horny and curious and probably not
too smart.

I decided to go the next step and see where it went.

Very casually, like I did it every day, while still talking with him, I
put my thumbs in the waistband of my bathing suit and pushed it
down my legs.  I pulled them off, started rinsing them out, all the
while acting casual, talking on like it was nothing, but I was
intentionally exposing my full body for him to see; getting
completely naked for this man so he could drink in all of me.

My teen-boy-dick sprung out, hard, big and bold for him to see.

I was shaking like a leaf, I was so nervous and horny, but I was so
turned on by what I was doing, by what was happening.

I just kept chattering away but I had no idea what I was talking
about.  I was just acting; acting as if the fact I had a raging boner
sticking out from my body like a flagpole while I stood there naked
in the shower was something I did every day.  Acting like I wasn't
even aware of it.  I just kept talking and rinsing out my suit and
acting casual, which was crazy really, because there I was standing
in front of him, fully exposed, hard as a steel pipe and shaking like
a nervous bridegroom.

I'd never felt so naked and exposed before, and what was so
strange; it was a rush!  I LIKED showing off my body for him.

I was totally naked in front of a stranger, a man I'd just met, and I
was deliberately putting on a show, giving him something I had a
feeling he wanted to see.  I felt every bit of his eyes drinking in
ever part of my naked, 14-year-old boy flesh.  It made me nervous,
stage fright like I'd never known before, but it also was turning me
on, big time, because I felt as if I was in control in a way I'd never
been before.

I was giving him the kind of open show I wanted other guys to
give me, a good look without acting shy or hiding my goods, and
that got me really excited.

Looking back now, I guess I was a bit of a teen exhibitionist
because I found that deliberately showing off my naked body for a
man I'd just met, made me feel more aroused than I'd ever felt in
my life.

I didn't think I was much to look at.  I was a beanpole.  I was
springing up tall, but not muscular.  I hit puberty when I was 12
and my dick grew faster than the rest of me, as it does on all
adolescents.  That made it look like I was more well-hung than I
was.  I had a nice patch of black hair over my 7" hard dick and soft
hairs on my legs and underarms, but nothing yet on my chest.  My
skin was baby smooth.  I had no acne and my skin was soft and
darkly tanned.  My dick was no big deal, really, but it looked
enormous on my skinny frame, especially when it stuck straight
out from my body as it was in the shower right then.

I considered myself scrawny, but he sure seemed to like what he
saw and he made no effort to hide it.

"Oh man," he said softly as he tugged at himself through his
trousers.  I'd never seen a man look at me the hungry way he did.
He just stood there in the doorway to the shower area, drinking in
my youthful nudity.

"Oh, you got a nice one there, boy; a real nice one."

I blushed.  A man had just complimented my cock!  What does a
boy say to that?

He kept looking at me, I turned away as I rinsed my suit,
unintentionally showing off my curvy little boy ass in the process.

"Damn boy..." I heard him mutter as he checked out my butt.  I
guess he liked what he saw back there too.

I got the soap and started washing myself.  Unconsciously, I began
lathering up my dick first.  Maybe I felt a need to rub it or maybe I
just wanted to conceal it behind my hands and the soap or,
something.

I really didn't know what I was doing.  I didn't know what to say
or how to make the next move or if there was even a next move to
make.  I had no experience with this.  I was just a very horny,
naked boy with this man staring at me and his gaze had me all
twisted and turned on inside.

"I think I got a good, 10-2 copy on you from you over here," he
said, jokingly using the C.B. ten-code for a "strong signal" as if we
were still discussing C.B. stuff.  "You want we should head out to
my car?  You can check out my equipment?"

Like I said, I was na•ve, but I wasn't so stupid I didn't know
exactly what he meant this time.

"Yeah," I said nervously, nodding, "I'd like that."

Right about then we heard someone else enter the locker room,
although they didn't come to the shower area.

"Come on," he said, "let's head out before someone sees you, like
that," and he motioned with his head toward my boner.

I rinsed quickly, turned off the water and he tossed me my towel to
cover up so no one would see me sporting wood as I walked
through the open locker area.

He walked right into the changing stall with me and closed the
door.

Pressed close to me, he watched as I lowered the towel and dried
myself off.  He stayed right in there with me, inches away and so
close I could hear his breathing.  He didn't touch me, but he
watched me dry every inch of my bare skin.  As I dried my cock he
wet his lips.  When I bent over he checked out my ass with an
audible moan.  He stayed in there with me until I finally pulled up
my underwear and tucked my hard stiffie inside my shorts.

Looking back, I think I gave him quite a little show, actually.

As I was getting my shorts up he said, "I'll meet you outside," and
left the locker room.

I walked out dressed in a pair of pull-up shorts a tank top and flip-
flops.  My wet swimsuit and towel were in a bag over my shoulder.
He was parked with the other cars in the lot for the pool and he
motioned me over when he saw me come out.

I got in the passenger seat but kept the door open and my one foot
outside on the pavement.  It was a hot summer day, the windows
were down and we both kept the doors open while we sat in the
parking lot.  He showed me his C.B. unit, mounted under the dash
and for a minute or two we really did discuss C.B. equipment.  He
was running an amp to his antenna, a signal booster he bragged
would get him in trouble big time with "Uncle Charlie" (the
F.C.C.) if they caught him.  Lots of guys put amps on their C.B.
equipment back then, even though it was illegal to run more than 5
watts of power.

"'Course can't really show you what I'd like to here in the parking
lot," he said, and as he did he put his hand on my bare leg.  It
caused my already throbbing dick to twitch in my shorts.

"If you want, I know a place close we can go check things out and
not get in any trouble.  But only if you want?"

I nodded nervously. "Yeah, that'd be cool."

I got in the car, we pulled our doors shut and he drove us off to
someplace in the woods around the camp area.

I'm a father myself now and I realize this was kinda crazy.  The
idea of one of my boys getting in a car with a strange man, in a
strange place, in ANOTHER STATE, without telling anyone, then
going off with them to a secluded, wooded area for sexual
purposes, is frankly pretty terrifying, if you think about it.

But here's the truth; horny-men are far more common than bad
guys.  I never had any feeling I was in any danger.  In fact, I think
he was more worried about getting in trouble than I was.

I never got any feeling he might do me harm, just the opposite, that
he wanted to be very careful that I was cool with everything.  He
was just like me, a very horny guy looking for some fun.

That's all it was -- nothing more (or less) sinister than that.  He
wanted to mess around, so did I.  It was cool and turned out fine.

We drove down a dirt road, making several turns and going up the
hill higher and higher.

As we drove I kept messing around with his C.B. radio, acting like
I didn't know what we were really there to do. I still wasn't sure I
wasn't imagining it.  I thought I might be misreading, I didn't want
to start anything and find out I was wrong, that all he really wanted
to do was show off his C.B. equipment to me, including his illegal
amp, someplace private and I was just so horny and perverted I
thought he wanted something else.

We got to a road fairly high up on the hill that looked like no one
ever used it.  He parked.

As we stopped, and I fiddled with the dials on his radio, he put his
hand on top of mine.

"Take that out so I can see it again," he said, tilting his head toward
my crotch.  Even with my underwear on, you couldn't miss my
swollen dick throbbing inside my shorts.

This was in broad daylight.  We were in the open.  I'd never done
anything like this and had NO idea who else might be around.  I
looked about nervously, making sure no one else was here to see
what we were doing.  We were alone.

My shorts had no zipper or belt, they were just elastic and very
loose fitting.  Satisfied no one was around, I lifted my hips and slid
my shorts and underwear down below my knees.

I was essentially naked from the waist down.

My boner sprung out and poked up nearly straight in the air.

"Damn, boy," he whispered under his breath, "that's one awesome
dick you got."

He took hold of my cock, sliding the skin down and feeling me up.

I gasped in pleasure as he touched me.

With his other hand he started rubbing my balls, my inner thighs...
He pushed his hand up under my shirt, feeling me there.

"Take off your shirt," he told me, and I did, pulling it over my head
without hesitation.  He pushed on my shorts and I went ahead,
pushed them down the rest of the way and kicked them off, along
with my flip-flops.

I was totally naked now; a fully nude 14-year-old boy, sitting next
to him in the passenger seat of his car, in broad daylight, letting
him touch me and caress me, fondle me and pretty much do
whatever he wanted with my body.

He let his hands freely explore my smooth, naked form.  He ran his
fingers between my legs, probing, then rubbed up my stomach.  He
gently squeezed and played with my nipples.  He ran his fingers
sensuously through the hair on my head, grasped the back of my
neck, stroking the nape and rubbing me there before returning to
my cock.

I loved it all.  I was so nervous; nervous and shaking like hell, but I
was in heaven too; his hands were all over me.  It felt so good to be
touched.

I so WANTED to be touched.  I had no idea how much I had been
longing for this contact for so long.  It felt good to have someone
touching me.

He caressed me tenderly, yet firmly, enjoying my soft skin.  He
traced my lips with his finger, stroked my ear.  He left no part of
my naked, teen body unexplored.

He kept rubbing his own cock through his pants.

And I wanted to see it.

I reached over and put my hand on his groin area, on top of his
hand.  "Show me yours," I asked.  Without hesitation he undid his
belt, unsnapped the waist, lowered the zipper and opened up his
trousers.

As I thought, he had no underwear on and when he pulled out his
dick it was big and hard.

I'd seen few adult cocks at this point in my life.  My curiosity was
as strong as my horniness.

He was uncut, his cock very straight, about 6-inches, hard and
pointed straight at his belly button.  His was thicker than mine, but
mine was actually longer, which surprised me.  I assumed any
adult would be bigger than me, but it didn't bother me any.  I still
thought his man-tool looked cool.

Mine was almost 7-inches long, but thinner.  His was much thicker
and heavy with more "meat" on it, just not as long.

I reached over and pulled down on his shaft, peeling back the
foreskin and revealing the full, glistening head that was already
half exposed by his hardness.  He had been leaking precum like
crazy and the head of his dick was shinny and wet, as was the
inside of his foreskin when I peeled it back.  I ran my thumb over
the slick head, making him shiver in response.  I started playing
with his shaft.

As my youthful fingers wrapped around his cock he closed his
eyes and moaned, "Oh, that feels nice, boy."

He put his hand on top of mine and had me start pumping up and
down slowly.  "God that feels great.  You got such a soft hand...
really soft..." he said as I stroked him.

His breathing was heavy.  He rolled his head and continued to eye
my hard boy prick, playing with it and gently squeezing it in his
fingers while I explored his cock with enthusiasm.  I felt up his nut
sack, curious how big and heavy and hairy they were, fascinated
by the feel of the skin there.

All the while he kept looking at and playing with my dick, his eyes
hungry as they stared at my boy meat.

Abruptly he blurted out, "Lord, I gotta taste that before I bust a
nut!"

Suddenly he just leaned over and quickly took my young dick in
his mouth.

"oh whoa..." I gasped, shocked by what he was doing.  I lost my
grip on his dick as he leaned into me.

The next thing I knew he was sucking me off!

I'd only once before had anyone put my dick in their mouth and it
had shocked me when he'd done it then!  Why would a guy put
another guy's dick in his mouth!?  I had no idea and I just thought
it was crazy that any guy would want to taste another guy's pee-
pole.

But it felt amazing!

I trembled, feeling weak as a child under this man's control.  I just
had to sit back and enjoy what he was doing to me.

I rocked my hips as I whimpered and whined weakly. I felt all
strength draining from me, replaced by a desire to just submit to
whatever he was doing.  It felt sooooo good.  I was his to use
however he wanted.

"oh man..." I groaned.  My hips began pumping with a mind of
their own.

I wanted to feel his cock in my hand but I couldn't touch it because
of how he was bent over.  Instead, I put my hands on the back of
his head and he took hold of his own cock, jerking himself off as
he sucked me.

With my shorts on the floorboard I was able to spread my legs
wide for him.

He moved down to lick under my balls, tonguing his way up from
my hole to my ball sack, driving me crazy.  Then he licked and
kissed around the base of my dick, running his tongue over my
sack and slurping my hairless balls.  He worked his tongue up and
down my shaft and licked the head like a lollipop before returning
again and again to deep-throating me.

My play with other boys had been so innocent compared to this;
mostly looking and a little touching and mutual JO.  At this point
I'd only had one experience where a guy put me in his mouth for a
quick suck.  I'd never had anyone do something like this to me and
it was driving me wild!

Of course, having not jerked off for days, it didn't take long for the
inevitable.

I pulled on his head trying to peel him off of me...

"You gotta stop, manÉ  I'm gonna shoot... you gotta stop now."

I didn't want to sperm him.  That would be gross!  I mean, what
man wants the taste of14-year-old boy cum in their mouth?!

Well, he did.

I tried to push him off, really, I tried, but he just hung in there
working my tool with even more vigor.  He wouldn't let me pry
him off, he just kept sucking faster and harder and soon I felt
myself loosing all control.

"oh god... oh god..." I got a feeling I'd never had before as I felt my
first real blow-job.  I felt my own jism rising inside me and soon
the hands I'd used to push him off were now pushing him down
harder and harder, not wanting to let him up!  I didn't care if he
drowned on my juice at this point, I just didn't want him to take his
mouth away.  I couldn't control myself and I pushed down on the
back of his head and forced him to keep going, which he was more
than willing to do!

I was so close, he couldn't stop now!

My hips bucked and raised my naked bottom up off the seat of the
car.  He slipped a hand under me, fondled my tender young boy
butt and fingered my hole in a way no one had ever done.  That
just sent me further over the edge.  I pushed my young dick down
his hungry throat and pumped a long overdue load into his eager
mouth.

For the first time in my life I felt that strange sensation of my dick
being used as a straw.  Not only was I pumping out my load, but I
could actually feel my own boy-juice being sucked out of me.  He
took it all in his mouth and I felt him swallow it, swallow every bit
of it!  It felt so incredible, I didn't care that it was gross, it just felt
too good!

I'd barely unloaded my boy seed in his mouth when his body began
to tremble and his breathing got hard and heavy as he played with
himself.  With my squirting dick still in his mouth he shot his load
and came all over himself.  He splurged right on his hand and all
over his pants, his cum splattering out and him not seeming to care
where he spilled his seed!

For several seconds afterward we were both motionless, breathing
heavy, me with my dick still in his mouth, and him holding his
dripping cock in his hand.

I sat there for a moment, breathing hard, letting the afterglow
sensation wash over me.  I felt weak, spent, and so very, very
satisfied.

I was exhausted, but felt good.

So good.

So, incredibly, incredibly good.

It was awesome.

But then, as ALWAYS happened as a boy, the joy of the afterglow
gave way and a powerful wave of guilt swept over me!

Oh God, what was I doing here?  What had I done!

"I gotta get back," I said, pushing him off me.

"Not till I clean you up first," he said and he began licking at my
now soft, and very sensitive, boy part.  It was so intense, I couldn't
stand it.

"Oh god, no.... No, I can't.  I gotta go before they wonder where I
am," I protested, trying to push him off me.

He licked my soft boy dick just a moment more, then let it slip
from his mouth and sat up.

He grabbed a mechanic's rag from the back seat and began wiping
off his pants.

"Made a hell of a mess, didn't we, boy?" he said.

"I guess," I answered, looking at the wet stuff he'd shot all over
himself as I picked up my shorts from the floor and pulled them
back on.

He looked up at me and grinned, "But that was awesome, wasn't
it?"

As uncomfortable as I now was, I couldn't deny it.  "Yeah," I
answered, "that was pretty cool."

As I pulled my shirt back on I had to ask him, "Did you swallow
my stuff?"

He grinned, "Every sweet drop, boy. You ever had somebody eat
your cum before?"

I shook my head, "No."

"You ever taste it?" he asked.

"No," I said quickly.  The idea seemed gross to me.

"Ain't bad.  I kinda like it.  I liked yours.  You got sweet boy-cum."

He cleaned up, started the car, and began driving me back.

I didn't say anything more the whole way, I just felt so guilty.  I
kept thinking, oh god, what have I done?

"That was pretty fun, don't you think."

"Yeah," I answered, not at all enthused.

"You're okay with what we did, right?" he asked.

I nodded that I was.

"So, you gonna keep this 10-35, between us?"

"I don't know what that means," I answered.  I knew he was trying
to be funny, using a C.B. "ten-code," but I only knew the common
ones, not all of them.

"Means keepin' it private.  Confidential."

That was a no-brainer.  I nodded my head.  I couldn't imagine any
way I would ever want to tell someone about what I'd just done.
I'd be way too embarrassed.

"How much longer you around here?" he asked.

"A few days, maybe."

"Think you might wanna get together again?"

I shook my head, "I don't think so."

He drove me directly back to our campsite.

Mom was surprised when we pulled up (Dad wasn't there, he was
out fishing with Jim's dad.)  Jim hadn't returned yet, he was still at
the pool.  As far as mom knew, Good-Buddy had driven me
straight back from there.

GB was very nice to my Mom, told her what a great kid I was, how
smart and how nice it was talking to me about all the C.B. stuff.

When he left he shook my hand very formally, looked me in the
eye and asked if I'd had a good time.  I said I had, which was true.
I really had liked it, liked it a lot.  I just felt guilty.

He didn't ask me again about keeping it secret, but it was pretty
obvious that I wasn't going to be talking to anyone about what
happened.  He could see that and knew he would be safe.

I had told him I didn't want to see him again, but truth is, I was
horny again within the hour.  I kept getting hard, thinking about
what we'd done, wanting to feel it again, and before the day was
over I had to sneak off by myself to the camp restroom and jerk
off, reliving the memory of what had happened.

Already I was wishing I had some way to contact him, so we could
sneak off and do it again.  I wanted to feel more of what he'd done
to me, I wanted to feel the sensation, the touching, the cumming, as
he'd made me feel it.

The next day we moved on from that campground and there was
no way to ever reach him again.  Instead, I began jerking off
thinking about what he'd done and the strange feelings I'd had
showing off for him in the shower that day.  Those memories,
replayed over and over in my mind, fueled many a youthful
whack-off session, until others eventually took their place.

Goodness knows how many times I jerked off thinking about him
and what we did that day and wishing I could do it again.  But I
always felt guilty afterward.

Eventually, I stopped thinking about it so often.  Then, for a long
time, I didn't think about it at all.  As I grew and defined myself as
a "straight man," I intentionally put it out of my mind and, in time,
I nearly forgot it had ever even happened.

Of course, with time I came to understand that guilt feelings are a
normal post-coital sensation when you're a boy.  Sadly, those
feelings kept me from fully enjoying a lot of experiences I had
growing up that I now look back on with fondness and wish I'd let
myself enjoy more.

I know legally what we did was wrong.  Maybe it was also stupid
and dangerous, but the truth is, I had a great time and look back on
that afternoon in Tennessee now as a very cool, erotic memory.

When I think of the luck this 22-year-old Tennessee man had in
coming across such a willing and eager 14-year-old boy who
wanted the same thing he did; a boy who was horny and playful
and liked exhibiting his nude, aroused boy body to him in the
shower; a boy willing to sit naked in his car and let him play with
every part of his body; a boy who would do whatever, and yet, a
boy who'd also keep it secret; when I think about that, knowing
what I do now, I'm all the more amazed at what we did.  I'm also
very thankful that, at least in our case, no one got hurt and no one
got in trouble for the good time we had together.

All that's left behind from the experience are sweet memories,
good feelings and fuel for a lifetime's worth of jack-off sessions.

The End
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