Date: Sun, 10 Jun 2018 15:34:40 -0500
From: Brandon M <wisconsinbrandon@gmail.com>
Subject: It Started in Sixth Grade, Part 8

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From the end of Chapter 7:

"Before we start, I have a question. Tomorrow, I want you to come over
after school. What are you going to do when you get here?"

"Strip down to my underwear," I said confidently. "And do what you say."

"Good job. Tomorrow, you're going to find out what it's like to suck a
bigger dick. You good with that."

"Yes, sir," I said. "Will you be sucking mine?"

Jeremy put his arm around me. "Listen," he said, "I'm not going to ask you
to do anything I wouldn't do."

Chapter 8: Something Bigger After dropping my crap off at my apartment, I
went around to Jeremy's. He opened the door at my knock and as soon as I
was inside, I stripped to my underwear as instructed. "Good boy," he
said. "You listen good. Want some soda?"

We went into the kitchen, me in my green briefs, him still fully dressed
from school. "So," Jeremy said, "what do you wanna do today?"

"Whatever you want," I answered. I felt my dick harden as I said this.

"Another good answer. Tell you what. Grab your soda and let's go in my
room. I promised you something yesterday and I'm going to keep that
promise."

In Jeremy's room, he had me lay down on his bed and he pulled my underwear
off. Then I sat up and watched him strip. I liked seeing him naked. He
wasn't grossly hairy or anything, but he did have hair between his legs and
a nice body. Once he was naked, he had me lay back down again.  "Today,
little buddy, you learn how to properly suck cock," he said.

"What do you mean? You stick it in your mouth and you suck."

"Oh, Brian, there's so much more to it than that. I'm going to show you how
to give a good blow job, then you're going to give me one to show that
you're learning. Understand?"

Blow job? No. What's a blow job? I thought. I said, "Sure."

Jeremy spread my legs then put his face right up in my crotch. He took my
balls in his mouth and licked them, one at a time and both together. Oh
man, this was something really great. After a bit, he moved up, licked
around the bottom of my dick and straight up all three inches to the tip
before taking the whole thing in his mouth. He kept moving his tongue up
and down and around and it was heaven. Real soon, that feeling came, that
tickly feeling that was so great, and I didn't think there could be
anything better in the world. When he pulled his mouth off my dick, I knew
I found something to love.

"From the way you're smiling, I'm thinking you liked that," Jeremy said.

"Yeah," I answered, barely able to breathe.

He slid up beside me. "Your turn," he said. "Down there."

"I don't know if I can get all of it in my mouth," I said. "You're a lot
bigger than I am."

"Do your best."

I moved down and Jeremy spread his legs wide. Like he did to me, I licked
his balls first. They, too, were way bigger than mine, but since he had a
boner, they were pulled up kind of tight. I used my tongue all the way up
his four and three-quarter inches and then slid my mouth over the top. I
don't know what I expected fourteen-year old dick to taste like, but it
wasn't all that different than sucking on my friends my age. There was more
of a sweat smell, but that's about it. I soon found that if I just relaxed,
I could get it all in my mouth, and I flicked my tongue around like he
had. As I worked on it, I felt Jeremy's dick swell up some and he put his
hands on the back of my head to hold me there.

I kept licking and sucking and he cried out something I didn't understand
and soon my mouth was filled with something. I wanted to ask if it was pee,
but Jeremy wouldn't let go of my head and I had to swallow it. When he
finally moved his hand, I backed away quickly. "What the heck?" I
complained.

"Calm down, little buddy," he said. "It's sperm. And you'll be swallowing a
lot of it when you're here."

I'd swallowed my cousin Connor's sperm and it was nothing like this, but I
couldn't tell Jeremy that. There was a whole lot more and it had a
different taste. It was pretty good though. If it made Jeremy happy to have
me swallow his sperm, I would. He was being nice to me and I loved it.

I wiggled out from between his legs and moved up beside him. He wrapped his
arm around me and held me close, my naked body pressed up against
his. After a few minutes, he said, "Expect to be doing that a lot. You did
a good job."

"Okay, and thanks," I answered.

"Give me a chance to recover and you'll be doing it again." He laughed.

I gave Jeremy three blowjobs that afternoon and jacked off until I did what
he called a dry cum while he watched. When we were finished and dressed, he
gave me the sad news that we couldn't do anything the rest of the week. His
dad worked weird hours and he'd be home the next two afternoons. I said we
could go over to my apartment, that my mom was never home before six, but
he said no. Everything would take place on his home turf.

After six straight days of doing sex stuff with my buddies, my cousins, and
Jeremy, it was hard to take two days off. I was playing with myself every
night and every morning. In the locker room, the locker room I dreaded just
a week earlier, I was looking without making it obvious, I hoped, at every
boy, friends and strangers alike. There was a lot to take in and I was
taking it in gladly, even if it meant showing the world mine. The sixth
grade guys were like me, hairless and boy-sized between their legs, as were
most of the seventh graders. The eighth graders mostly had hair down there
and were growing. It was a fun sightseeing tour.

On Saturday, me, Scott, and Mark were in Mark's bedroom, supposedly working
on homework but just talking. We all had gym in different hours, so we
compared what we saw, which was a lot of fun. And we got naked ourselves. I
told them I read on the internet how to give a blowjob, and volunteered to
demonstrate. Soon we were naked and sucking and having a great time, like
boys should.

Monday morning, Jeremy told me at the bus stop I was ready for my next
lesson. I was all boner when I got on the bus and throughout the day. By
that afternoon, if Jeremy had told me to strip naked in front of the whole
school, I probably would have done it. I didn't even bother dropping my
crap off at home, going straight to Jeremy's door, backpack and all. When
he let me in, I shoved it aside and was down to my underwear in record
time, boned up and ready for inspection.

Instead of taking me to his bedroom, Jeremy had me take off my underwear
and sit in the living room. "Before we do anything," he said, "you have to
tell me about the sights in the locker room. You promised me that."

I started racing through descriptions and Jeremy stopped me. "Slow
down. Start over. I want to hear about sizes, hair or no hair, underwear
colors and types. And I'll tell you what I've seen in our locker room too."

We spent more time than I wanted to talking about the sights in the
changing room, but I did at least learn about some of the high school boys
on the bus. Jeremy told me that his dick still had growing to do and I
didn't believe him, but after listening to him talk about the eleventh and
twelfth graders, I decided maybe his did.

After what seemed like way too long, Jeremy finally stripped and we went
into his bedroom. His dick was incredibly hard. "Today," he said, "is the
ultimate." He put a pillow in the middle of his bed and told me to lay face
down with the pillow under my hips. "Today, Brian, you get what you really
need."

In this position, I was pretty sure what this meant. "Is it gonna hurt?" I
asked.

"It will a little, but the more we do it, the easier it will be. You'll
like it. Promise. Besides, if you don't, then we're done. That was the
deal."

That was the deal. "Okay," I said. "But go slow."

"That's my little buddy. Now listen, you're going to feel my fingers
first. It will help make you loosen up, okay?"

He did care about not hurting me. That's what mattered. That and knowing I
was his little buddy.  "Okay."

Jeremy did go slow, first with one finger that felt like it had some kind
of goop on it. "What is that?" I asked.

He slid his finger in and out of my butthole. "It's just a special cream to
help things slide. It'll make a big difference."

Jeremy kept going with the one finger, moving it in and out and side to
side. When he slipped in a second finger, it was barely noticeable. I was
surprised just how good this felt. "Are you ready, little buddy?"

I nodded.

"Say it. Say it, Brian. Say that you want me to fuck you."

I wasn't supposed to use language like that, but I didn't want to be a wuss
in front of the guy I mentally adopted as my big brother. "I want you to
f-f-fuck me, Jeremy."

Without a word, Jeremy shifted so his dick was just at my butt. I felt him
move his four and three-quarter inches up and down my crack, then position
the tip of it at my butthole.


End of Chapter 8

In Chapter 9, well, it's pretty obvious how it's going to start, but where
will it go from there? We'll see.