Date: Fri, 30 Dec 2011 18:59:27 -0800 (PST) From: The Paternal Watcher Subject: My Junior High 8 My throat constricted as I tried to agree, only allowing a strangled squeak to sneak out. I stopped for a second, trying to swallow but getting no satisfaction from my sand-papery tonsils, and whispered, "Okay." That was it. I just agreed to suck his dick. He could ruin me if he was kidding. Sitting up suddenly, he said, "Put your shorts on. We're going to the basement." "We are?" I asked, puzzled. "Just do it," Harold said. As he turned on the lights I reached under the covers to where my briefs had wandered, pulling on them and a pair of sleep shorts I brought with me. My erection thrust out against the blue cotton, but no less so than Harold's did. I wanted to see him naked again, and fast. We crept through the darkened house, down one flight of stairs the through the basement door. Once we were inside, Harold shut the door and turned on the light. "Come help me," he said. I followed him down to where a couch and a couple of easy chairs were set up in the finished section. He handed me some cushions pulled from the couch, and led me back to the top of the steps, where he put those and the cushions he'd carried up himself down. He arranged them into sort of a nest at the top of the steps. "You ready?" he asked. Puzzled but excited, I nodded. Harold pulled off his shorts in one quick motion - he hadn't bothered with underpants, I noted - and sat down on the cushions, spreading his legs and smiling. "I am too," he said. Swallowing again, I climbed to him, and when I reached him I was naked, but completely unaware of how I got that way. I dropped slowly to my knees between his legs, lowering my head to take in the scent of him. As it reached my nostrils my visioned tunneled to see only his genitals; he could have been covered in scales or warts in that moment and I would never have noticed. With his legs spread his balls hung loosely between, one dangling about half an inch lower, and both completely devoid of hair. His pubes started at the base of his penis and formed a thin, well-framed triangle above the base. His penis . . . his penis. Jutting out at that rakish forty-five degree angle, it mesmerized me. It looked so much like my own, but I could never see mine from this angle, or take in the scent or feel the warmth radiating off my own the the same way. I took it by the base, squeezing a couple of times tentatively, and then put my lips to it. Finally my mouth wasn't dry, as my mouth watered more than when I was anticipating my first taste of birthday cake. My lips parted, and his member slid between as quietly as a submarine. I let maybe half of its four inches into my mouth and then started to suck, going down a bit more with each try. Just then it occurred to me that we hadn't agreed on a time limit, the way we usually did with bets and dares. I had wanted to do it so bad I hadn't thought about it, and Harold hadn't mentioned it. For his part, Harold was leaning back on the cushions, hands behind his head, eyes half open. I peered up at him once or twice. "Maybe I'll cum," Harold said, as if in answer to my silent question about how long I was supposed to do this for. His voice in the silence surprised me, and I went down faster than I had intended, tirggering my gag reflex. I pulled off, belching loudly. Harold's peals of laughter were entirely in the girlish voice he had not quite shaken, and echoed through the basement. I couldn't help but join him, but tried to shush him so no one would hear. Sighing, he said, "Let's go back upstairs. You did good." We returned to the room, where Harold seemed disinterested in any more games. After he turned out the light I stayed awake for a long time, wondering if my boner would ever go away. Just to make me wonder, I had one when I awoke.