Date: Sat, 6 May 2017 14:45:11 -0400 From: Robert Heard Subject: Eighth-Inning Stretch Part 2 It had been two days since my unexpected oral encounter with Casey. I had jerked off five times to the memory of what he had done. I'm not gay but I was definitely getting some mileage out of that experience! It was Wednesday afternoon and our team had another game. Despite my obvious distraction, I managed to stay focused and got two home runs. We had a good game. Our team won and everyone was in high spirits. As usual Mrs. Williams was driving us home, me in the front seat, Casey in the back. Once again, Mrs. Williams needed to stop at the mall. She was having an outfit altered and needed to try it on and pick it up. As luck would have it I needed a dress shirt for a school event and had been given money by my parents to pick one up. So while Mrs. Williams checked on her alteration, Casey accompanied me to a department store. We agreed we would meet back at the entrance in one hour. We arrived at the store and located the men's department. I found a number of shirts that I liked, from subtle shades of blue to vibrant reds and greens. I wasn't sure exactly what I wanted, but with Casey's assistance and advice I settled on a light blue Oxford, having been informed that it would make me look sophisticated. I found the right neck size and sleeve length and walked to the men's dressing room to try it on. The store had a sizable changing room, and since it was mid-afternoon I was the only one there. I found a room toward the rear and closed the door. I liked this store in part because the dressing room doors went all the way to the floor. I had been in other more "hip" stores where the doors barely covered you. I didn't like feeling exposed to strangers. I proceeded to remove my uniform shirt and undershirt, then unwrap the dress shirt I was considering. Without warning the door swung open and in popped Casey. Not wanting to draw unwanted attention I whispered, "What are you doing here?" Casey's response was a wicked grin as he closed the door behind him, that same damned grin I'd seen two days before. This was going to be interesting. In answer to my question Casey dropped to his knees and began unbuckling my belt. Seconds later my pants and underwear were around my ankles, freeing my now-erect penis from its confinement. Shit, this kid was motivated! I had never been totally naked for Casey before, but I found it strangely liberating. The kid wasted no time in launching a full frontal assault on my groin. Latching onto my penis he began vigorously sucking, moving his head up and down the full length of my shaft. I could feel my cock head bumping the back of his throat. The feelings were mind blowing. Waves of pleasure began flowing through my throbbing member as I slowly rocked back and forth while watching the action in the mirror. Like a dog with a bone, Casey devoured me. He soon directed his attention to my engorged cock head, bombarding it with a vicious tongue lashing. His tongue seemed to be everywhere at once, high speed yet incredibly maneuverable. Talk about shock and awe! This was turning into the mother of all blowjobs! Casey continued his oral assault, never easing up for a moment. He was like a Marine storming the beach, fierce and relentless. For my part I was totally helpless, completely at his mercy. Just then I heard one of the dressing room doors close. Damn! I thought as I realized we weren't completely alone. Casey heard it too but didn't seem to care. He just continued his offensive. After about ten minutes of this oral barrage, I was near defeat. I knew I wouldn't last much longer and Casey did too. He pressed forward relentlessly until my resistance broke. My body tensed as I rose up on the balls of my feet, trembling. Remembering that we weren't alone, I stifled my groans of pleasure, quietly grunting my surrender through pursed lips: "Hmph! Hmph! Hmph! Hmph!" I blew six shots of jizz into Casey's mouth. Like our previous encounter, he swallowed it all. Casey slowed his pace and I came down from my toes, my body starting to relax. To my shock Casey didn't stop! He kept sucking me. And to my even greater shock I didn't go soft. Normally my orgasm resulted in hypersensitivity and loss of erection, but not this time. I didn't understand it and frankly didn't give a fuck. It felt so good! I heard a door open and the footsteps of the other shopper exiting the dressing room, once again leaving us alone. During this second campaign Casey began using his hands to explore my territory. He started his incursion on my outer thighs before working back to my ass. His soft caresses turned into gentle squeezing and kneading. Man, this kid had talent. I was baffled as to how a 12-year-old managed to learn such erotic techniques. He eventually found his way to my fuzzy scrotum, tickling it with his fingertips before cupping it in his hand. From there his fingers moved from the base of my ball sack and along my crotch before inching his way up my butt crack. He repeated this move for some time. It was around 15 minutes this time before I felt the familiar sensation of an impending orgasm. Once again my young body was wracked with waves of pleasure as I ejaculated my second load of splooge into Casey's eager mouth. "Mmmmm!" I groaned as quietly as I could. This cum produced less semen, but in some ways felt more intense. No matter, I wasn't complaining. When it was over Casey got up from the floor. I mouthed the words thank you and he responded by licking his lips. Damn, what a little cock sucker! We met Mrs. Williams back at the mall's entrance. She had her altered outfit in hand and seemed happy with it. When she saw that I had found a dress shirt, she seemed pleased. "Well, it looks like you found what you were looking for." Yes, I had, Mrs. Williams. Yes, I had! Feedback is always appreciated. My email is orbl1415@gmail.com.