Date: Sun, 13 Sep 2020 16:58:24 +0000 (UTC)
From: Mike Ross <mikerose777@aol.com>
Subject: Blowing John, My High School Bubbles

In high school I was a complete horn dog. Nothing gave me more pleasure
than a guys penis in my mouth, as I was the one in control of everything.
As young men got my slobber and lips up and down their shafts, I used to
smile internally as their eyes rolled up in pleasure. Although I'd
usually have them rock hard, by touching their groin or gently massaging
their balls, once in my mouth inflation and increases were the name of
the game. It amazed me how so many guys with flaccid small penises, could
become both so thick and long when engorged. One of these guys was John,
who was in several of my classes, and when his or my parents weren't at
home, I was between his legs every time.
He was so sexy. Standing in at around 6 feet, with a Nordic slim body,
his blue eyes and blonde hair, and dimples made him the complete package.
If he had ever wanted to fuck me, I'd have given myself up right there
and then. Condoms or none, and even though it would hurt, if no lube was
around I'd take one for the team. I wish he would have gone for kissing,
but to his credit his masculine hands felt good jerking me off into pools
of abyss like cum. As soon as the opportunity presented itself, I'd pull
his pants and boxers off, and start licking his shaft up and down. His
cock almost bolted every time, as it couldn't have been more than
seconds for him to be fully chub sized. I'd go up and down, tantalizing
his head with my tongue, before going down on him with passion and
purpose.

Summer days we'd go out in a wooden area, and I'd suck him on a log, as
yuppie hikers would be on the trail below. The thrill of getting caught
turned him on, and I admit with my ass up in the air, I wouldn't have
minded getting nailed from behind. There's something so even more
exciting, giving head and getting fucked at the same time. Most of the
time it was his or my bedroom, and he liked leaning back, and I loved
literally throating him as deeply as I could. He would grunt and growl in
such a manly way, and I loved how his blonde pubes looked above his
pulsating and nicely toned cock. If a word had to be used it would be
pretty. His penis really was, and he had two sweet looking and feeling
testicles I'd suck on to make him lose his mind.

The musky scent of him will never be forgotten. Nor will how much precum
he had. Usually in a minute or so I'd have his sweet sugary juices on my
tongue and gum line, and this got me more focused to empty him
completely. I hankered for his sperm in my mouth, and with vociferous
motion, along with wiggling my hands around his shaft, he never
disappointed me. Every great once in awhile his cum would dribble out,
which I didn't mind as I got to savor his baby batter in my mouth with.
His moans and seeing his balls turn up and tighten, before exploding
always gave me pleasure and satisfaction. He'd squirm as the times he
shot his load, I couldn't believe the speed and intensity of it. He'd
literally bite his lip and scream a symphony of pleasure, as it was like
steam releasing from a backed up kettle. It would be so good to find out
what happened to him, as we spent our last couple years of high school,
and I was proud to be his personal cock sucker. Everyday when I'd have
it regularly were my favorites, as I always wanted him naked, and sucked
with such devotion to try to get him to literally drive his shaft into me
with burning desire.