Date: Tue, 2 May 2017 19:16:59 -0400 From: Robert Heard Subject: Eighth-Inning Stretch At age 14 I had the opportunity to play for a community baseball team. I was only an average player but loved the game nonetheless. My team played a couple times a week at the community sports park in town where there were four baseball diamonds for local teams. A neighbor boy on my block also played, so his mother was nice enough to drive me home since both of my parents worked. Casey was 12 years old and played on the same team as me. His mother came to all of his games, and we had known each other for several years. One day after a seven-inning game his mother was driving us home, me in the front seat, Casey in the back. "I need to stop at the mall to pick something up and run a couple of errands. It should take about a half hour. I'll be quick," said Mrs. Williams. "No problem," I said. "I don't need to be home anytime soon." We pulled into the mall and his mom parked her SUV as far away from the mall entrance as she could. Mrs. Williams liked to get her exercise and parking further away gave her a chance to walk more. "I'll be back soon, you two," she said as she exited the vehicle. About a minute later Casey produced a pair of metal handcuffs he had gotten at a toy store. Now at this point I should mention that I have a party trick that I learned from an older cousin. Basically, I can pick locks with a paperclip. So when Casey produced the handcuffs, I thought nothing of it, just another lock-pick challenge. "Bet you can't get out of these," he said. "No problem. They're all basically the same," I replied. And that's true; most locks work about the same way. "Well then, let's make it more challenging. Put your hands behind the seat, then try to get out of them. Don't worry, I have the key right here," he said as he laid the key on the center console. Never one to back away from a challenge, I said "Sure." I stretched my arms around the back of the seat and Casey put on the cuffs. When I asked him for a paperclip, he just grinned. A wicked grin, I noticed. "Dude, do not leave me locked up like this. Seriously," I said. "I won't -- for long." Again, that wicked grin. As I sat there helpless, Casey reached around in front of me from the back seat and began adjusting the automatic passenger seat. "What are you doing?" No answer, just that devilish grin. He started by sliding the seat back as far as it would go, then he lowered it. Finally, he partially reclined it. At this point getting out of the cuffs would be a challenge, but I wasn't too concerned. Then he crawled from the back seat and positioned himself on his knees on the floor in front of me. What the hell was he doing? I wondered. "Here's the deal, Steven. I've been watching Internet porn, specifically, blowjob videos. And I'm curious what it's like. Mom takes her time in the mall, so I'm guessing I've got at least 30 minutes with you." With that, his hands went to my pants and he began to unbuckle my belt. Holy shit, I thought. He's got to be kidding. But he wasn't. A moment later he was unbuttoning and unzipping my pants. "Casey! What the fuck!?" Now by this time I was equally shocked and aroused. Sure, Casey is a guy, but I am 14 after all. Part of me was mortified and part of me was horny as hell. He proceeded to pull my pants down my legs to my ankles. He took a moment and stared at my crotch, again with that wicked grin. He brought his face in close and started rubbing it against my groin. I was helpless and becoming hopelessly hard, and he knew it. "I guess you're pretty embarrassed having another guy do this, so I'm guessing you won't tell anyone." He was right, the little shit. With that he proceeded to pull my underwear down as well, all the way to my ankles. There I was, totally exposed to him, my hard teenage cock straining for the roof. At 14 my cock was unbelievably hard, and my erection wasn't going down anytime soon. Casey knew that and he fucking loved it! After another brief look at me with that deviously wicked grin, he opened his mouth and moved in. He began by taking my cock into his mouth, tightening his lips, and sliding his hot, wet orifice all up and down my length. The warmth of his mouth made me even harder, if that was possible. Up and down he slid, his slow oral strokes making me hotter by the second. Then he started in with his tongue! He swirled it slowly around my head, exciting every nerve in my penis. Then he focused his attention on my glans. His tongue made slow circular motions along the bottom side of my cock head, driving me wild. Within seconds I was oozing precum. I was nervous at first, but it was clear he liked it. Liked it? He absolutely loved it! I don't know what videos he had been watching, but damn, he was good! He was driving me insane with pleasure and he knew it. His mouth sliding up and down, his tongue doing those amazing circles! It wasn't long before I was close to cumming. "I'm close, Casey, really close," I panted. He let out the lowest growl his prepubescent voice would allow and focused all his attention on my head and ridge. The sensations were mind blowing! He sucked and licked, licked and sucked until I couldn't take it anymore. "Oh, my God! Oh, my God!! Ugh! Ugh!! AARRGGGHH!!!" I came like I never came before, a teenage geyser spewing my boiling male fluid. I felt spurt after hot spurt shoot from my cock into Casey's waiting mouth. I lost track of all the spurts. But Casey never hesitated. He swallowed every drop, even grunting while he did it! He sucked me dry, milking me for every drop of my boy cum, until I was soft and slid from his mouth. "Holy fucking shit!" I panted. I was spent, absolutely, totally spent. I looked down and there was Casey, looking up at me with that damned wicked grin -- and licking his lips! "Hmm, we still have 20 minutes before my mom gets back. I wonder what I'll do with that time?" Feedback is appreciated. My email is orbl1415@gmail.com.