Date: Tue, 8 Mar 2005 09:25:41 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Fifteenth Summer (Part One)

This is a totally true account of real events that occurred during the
Fifteenth summer of my life. Today, these many years later, the scenes
replay in my mind in great clarity. I regret none of it, and, in fact, look
upon it as a positive event that helped shape my adult life in positive
ways. The decision to relate the entire saga of that Summer will depend
upon reader interest.


When I was a High School Sophomore, about 3 months prior to my 16th
birthday, I was a typical teenage virgin, incredibly horny, and in a state
of near constant erectness. I jerked off so much it's a wonder my poor dick
didn't fall off me! My natural shyness stopped me from serious attempts at
scoring with my girlfriend, although I seriously think she was more than
receptive to the idea, but it was a time when the Male of the specie was
expected to be the aggressor, and the fair lass of the day was raised to
expect that, so our awkward "make-out" sessions never moved beyond
passionate kissing, and some minor exploration of her boobs, outside of her
clothing. Following these sessions, I would hurry off to a private place
and furiously jerk off, desperate to relieve the aching in my balls!

My older sister had slipped, and gotten pregnant at age 16, and the
aftermath had been an unending stream of warnings from my parents that I
NOT let that particular history repeat itself within the family by my
knocking up some girl! In those days, condoms were a behind the counter
item, and certainly not for the consumption of horny 15 year old lads! So,
my natural shyness coupled with the dire warnings of my parents, and
further supported by the outright mess my poor sisters life had become,
served to keep my pecker firmly zipped away from any opportunity that may
have existed.

During that 10th grade year of school, and the ensuing, Summer, my best
friend in the world was Rod, a junior, and a year older than myself. We had
played J.V. Baseball together, and become fast bud's in the process, and I
was thrilled, because not only was Rod super cool, and fun to hang with, he
had a drivers license, and his own car! It was just awesome to not have to
rely on parents to get me places, and Rod was very popular with all of the
kids, so there were always parties, the river, and all sorts of fun places
to go. Among the fun places that Rod and I frequented was the home of his
Godfather, Al. Al was "old", in his mid-forties, and a single, gay, man. He
was a Stock Broker, and had tons of money, driving a Jaguar Sedan, and his
house was incredible! He had a backyard, private pool that was huge, and a
game room complete with pool table, color TV, and wet bar. Hanging out at
Al's was definitely a step up in life style from what I was used to!

Rod had told me of Al being gay, but he always acted pretty much "normal",
I thought, so it just wasn't any big deal. Rod and I spent a lot of time
there, using the pool, and other amenities, even sleeping over on several
occasions. Al was definitely "cool", and would even allow us to get into
his liquor supply, as long as Rod wasn't driving. Several times on
overnight stays at Al's Rod and I would get pretty wasted, even being
talked into skinny dips in the pool, after dark. The liquor seemed to allay
my shyness, and I freely cavorted about the pool area in the buff, even
indulging in boyish grab-assing with Rod, and many times ending up fully
erect in full view of Al, who always sat quietly observing our antics from
a near-by deck chair. On a few occasions, seriously toasted, Rod and I
actually jacked off together, a couple of wild times even allowing Al to
take Polaroid pictures as we lay side by side on the bed, stroking our
rampant teen cocks!

One particularly hot summer day, Rod and I had been at Al's swimming, and
sunning, as usual, but Rod had refrained from any drinking, because he was
scheduled to work his part time job that afternoon. I had gotten a bit
carried away with the booze myself, and was pretty well cooked when it came
time to leave, so Rod could drop me at home, then go to his job. Al was
concerned about my parents catching me half bagged for fear of inviting
trouble onto himself, so it was decided that I would stay, and dry out, and
Al would drive me home later. Rod got dressed, and left, and I was crashed
on a lounge, working on sobering up, while Al sat in a nearby deck chair.

I dozed, on and off, for about an hour, and awoke with an urgent need to
pee. Standing, I headed for the house, mumbling to Al where I was going as
I passed his chair. Finished in the bathroom, I splashed some cold water on
my face, and rinsed out my mouth, then checked myself out in the large
mirror over the sink. At 5' 8", and 130 pounds, I was tall, and slim, with
a 28" waist. My longish brown hair covered my ears, and was center parted
in the style of the day. I have seriously dark brown eyes, almost black,
actually, a boyish face, good skin, and teeth. I was pretty much hairless
then, sporting a small underarm growth, and somewhat sparse pubes above my
dick. My legs had a light fuzz below the knees. I was wearing swim trunks,
about mid-thigh in length, and enough snugness to display a bulge of my boy
stuff at the crotch, and cling tightly to my small butt, especially when
wet. Still feeling tipsy, I slid a hand inside my trunks, and stroked my
cock a few times, looking at the handsome lad reflected in the mirror, and
wondering why it was so damn hard to get laid!

Going back out to the patio, I paused at the French doors, digging a soda
out of the ice chest, then stood, taking a long drink from the frosty
can. Al sat watching me, then motioned for me to come to where he was
sitting. I walked over, and stood in front of his chair, and he asked me
how I was feeling. I told him I was better, still a little high, but
getting better. He kept looking at me, his eyes traveling over my body,
then began telling me how good looking he thought I was, and asking me
about my success with the local girls. I laughed at this, of course, and
told him of my sorry, sexless, plight, and then further told him it was a
wonder I wasn't blind, from so much jerking off!

Mumbling something about that being hard to believe, he reached out and
gripped my cock, and balls in his hand, over my swimsuit! The jolt in my
balls was almost enough to cause me to pass out, it felt so good, and I
gladly stood right there, letting him touch me, as I moaned in pleasure!
After a minute or so, he realized I was not offering resistance, or pulling
away from his groping hand, and he hooked the waist of my trunks, and slid
them down my legs, where I stepped out of them, leaving me naked, and rock
hard, before his very intense gaze! His hand went back to my cock, fisting
it slowly, while his other hand cupped, and rolled, my aching balls! I
raised my hands behind my head, and thrust my hips forward, groaning in
pure lust! Al played with me expertly, and in a very few minutes, I jerked,
and grunted, spewing my load of creamy cumm in all directions, splattering
in pools on the cement! Al was most impressed with the volume of my
offering, and chuckled, as he continued to gently stroke my still hard
cock. He stood then, and leading me by the cock, we went inside, where he
pushed me back on the sofa, and slid in between my spread legs, still
playing with my cock, and balls. I was in post-cumm heaven, never, ever,
having felt anything so good as his touching me, and my young, rampant,
cock responded immediately to his continuing touches, and quickly regained
its full hardness. Al worked me expertly, stroking my cock, and toying with
my balls, running his fingers lightly over my spread thighs, and pressing
fingers firmly into my perineum behind my balls, all touches I had not
before experienced, and I was in ecstasy, groaning, and panting like I'd
run a 100 yard dash!

The incredible sensations of his touching me were unbelievable in
intensity, but those sensations were nothing, in comparison to the charge
that soared through my heaving body when he slid forward, and took my
aching cock in his mouth! I nearly screamed, it felt so good! I raised my
head, and looked down, in utter shock, to see my throbbing young cock
slipping in, and out, of his mouth, as he sucked me, his hands roaming over
my stomach, my thighs, and my balls, seemingly all at once! I had, of
course, heard the street talk about blow jobs, and often jacked off to the
fantasy of having one of the "fast" girls at school sucking me, but this
was real, here, and now, and I dropped my head back to the sofa, and gave
myself over to the most wonderful feeling of my entire life!

Al sucked me expertly, bringing his long experience into play, and brought
me to the brink several times, knowing just when to back off, change
tactics, whatever, to keep me from spewing my load. I almost died, when at
one point, he bent my legs back, and licked me, starting behind my balls,
and lapping all the way to my butt, his tongue pressing against my hole,
causing me to groan, and squirm, so forbidden it seemed, yet so totally
wonderful in sensation! My head was spinning, and I was literally gasping
for breath, when he finally moved back to suck my drooling cock, moving his
head in perfect rhythm, as I groaned, and beat at the sofa with my fists,
my body screaming with electrical tingles everywhere, and I exploded,
blasting my thick cream in strong jets into Al's sucking mouth, where he
took every drop, cleanly swallowing my entire load!

I lay there shipwrecked, panting, and gasping, dazed, in utter disbelief at
what had just happened, and how incredible it all felt! I was shocked that
he had kept sucking me as I blew my load, and even more so knowing that he
had actually swallowed the stuff, and enjoyed it! He continued to lightly
touch me, and speak softly to me, as I recovered, and then pulled me to a
sitting position beside him, where he put an arm around my shoulders, and
we talked about it for a bit, coming to the mutual conclusion that it had
been great, the single most incredible event of my young life, and his own
secret passion had been fulfilled, as he had long wanted to experience what
we had done with a boy my age, but had always refrained. We agreed that
more exploration would be a good thing, and there, in fact, were, several
more episodes that played out over that summer. If readers want to hear
more, please let me know at: bobhook10@hotmail.com