Date: Tue, 22 Dec 2015 22:31:13 +0000 From: Scott Subject: Mike at Thirteen Dear Nifty Devotees, If it is within your means, please consider providing a donation to nifty.org to ensure this wonderful repository of erotica may continue for years to come. Thank you! Now, onto the story! ======================================== Mike at Thirteen Mike was my best friend's 13-year-old brother. I had wanted him since the first time Ted and I had messed-around two years earlier when we were both 13. I finally confided to Ted how much I lusted for his baby bro. Much to my surprize, he not only understood, but also offered to help make my fantasies of Mike come true, which is what leads to the following story. I followed Mike upstairs to his bedroom, my eyes focusing on his cute boy ass as he ascended the stairs in front of me. Shirtless and shoeless, Mike wore a pair of Ted's hand-me-down Levis which hung low on his hips and showed off the white waistband from a pair of Fruit of the Loom briefs. At the top of the stairs, Mike led the way into his messy bedroom and closed the door behind him as I moved to stand in front of him. He was such a cute kid with straight auburn brown hair worn shaggy long and parted down the middle. His eyes were almond shaped and the blue of a stormy summer sky. Standing a little shy of five feet tall and weighing about 90 pounds, he was just at the edge of puberty -- still more boy than teen. Ted had previously arranged things and so Mike knew what was what. I wasted no time getting on my knees in front of him as I unhooked and unzipped his jeans, letting them fall to his feet. I was already rock hard as I took in the sight of Mike like I'd never seen him -- standing in front of me in a snug pair of tighty-whities tented out from a stiffy inside. I knew I was about to give a boy his first blow job and the thought turned me on bigtime. I quickly pulled down Mike's briefs to around his ankles. His cock sprung up before jutting stiffly away from his hairless groin. He appeared to be about four inches. His balls were still smallish but with a puffy roundness that promised a sweet load of boy honey inside them. Or, so I hoped. At any rate, I was surely about to find out. I looked up into Mike's face to see him looking down at me with horny anticipation. I lowered my gaze back down to his incredibly stiff erection and observed it pulse with his heart beats. Reaching my hand up with tender care, I encircled that jutting boy meat within my fingers. I could feel the tension within Mike's boner as I pulled it down and away from his groin, preparing to put my mouth around it. Leaning my head down and forward, I began swirling my tongue around his bloated tip. From above my head I could hear Mike take in a sharp breath and let it out with a long drawn out sigh. I felt a surge of blood swelling his shaft as I tasted the sweet saltiness of his head. The surface of his helmet-shaped tip was amazingly smooth and felt feverishly warm. I ran the surface of my tongue around and around, enjoying Mike's timid sounds of excitement. Withdrawing my tongue, I formed my lips into a tight pucker and very slowly began to encapsulate the spongey give of Mike's cherry-sized head. Mike rewarded me with a low moan of appreciation. From my many oral sessions with his older brother, I knew how to pleasure a boy. Mike's first blow job was definitely going to benefit from that experience. I loved knowing I was making him helpless to resist the pleasure my skilled mouth and tongue were now giving him. In the periphery of my vision I could see Mike's trembling hands slowly curling into fists. With my mouth closed around his pulsing tip, massaging the sensitive surface with my puckered lips, I drew in a deep breath through my nose. The redolent scent of his boy musk was like an aphrodesiac. Mike smelled of cinnamon and freshly baked yeast rolls and sweaty socks. That heady aroma made me horny as hell and prompted me to quickly unzip my cut-offs and yank down the front of my underwear so that I could begin jacking-off as I sucked-off Mike. "Nuuuh...," Mike moaned, half sounding like he was trying to say 'no', but his flexing hard-on all the same shouting 'YES!'. My mouth was now the only thing keeping Mike's stiffy pulled away from the graceful convergence of his groin as my right hand stroked my cock. I tried to not beat-off too energetically, concerned I would climax before Mike, who was becoming increasingly enthusiastic. I began to take Mike fully into my mouth, gliding my lips down to the hairless root of his slender shaft. I ladled my tongue along the underside of his four incher and moved the surface of it back and forth, stroking his boyish hot dog. A soft whimper from above my head and a strong jolting swell from Mike's cock made it clear Mike was thoroughly enjoying his first blow job. "Nuuuh...feels so good...," Mike muttered from above. I began bobbing up and down Mike's dick, pausing between bobs to twirl the tip of my tongue around Mike's drum tight helmet. Each twirl would illicit a subtle swell and a soft whimper from Mike. As difficult as it was, I decided it was probably wise to stop jerking myself and brought the fingers of my right hand up to gently caress Mike's balls. His sac felt as soft as a baby's cheek. I cradled his plum-shaped scrotum lightly with the surface of my fingers while, with the edge of my thumb, I very gently began massaging the swollen area of his perineum. Mike's balled-up fists uncurled and rose to grip my shoulders as I noticed his thighs flex, as if in a shiver, and saw the muscles in his knees tighten. "Yeaaaaaah," Mike mewed loudly. I felt the surface of my upper lip suddenly pounded by the moist pillow of Mike's hairless pubis spastically stretching forward and just as quickly pulling back. "Sorry...it just feels so good," Mike needlessly apologized. I loved knowing he was starting to get closer to losing all control and felt a strong jerking flex in my boner from the erotic excitement I was experiencing in sucking-off this 13-year-old virgin. I could hear Mike's breathing become deeper and more rapid. And inside my bobbing mouth, a slight increase in the tension of Mike's rigid state. I found myself literally moaning with erotic glee. "Cum for me, Mike. Let me make you cum!" I thought to myself as I tightened the grip of my pucker and quickened the tempo of my bobs on Mike's rubbery dense, boy sausage. My shoulders felt Mike's grip become stronger and I saw his knees begin to tremble as if about to buckle. His ragged breaths were now coming out in shallow, rapid pants. I knew Mike was only seconds away from his pinnacle of pleasure when he suddenly stopped panting and his slender hips began to flutter, pistoning his tender dick in and out of my mouth. Suddenly those fluttering pistons transformed into three violent bucks as Mike took in a surprised, sucker-punched gasp and let it out with a plaintive sounding yelp of "Makin' me cuuuum!" My thumb, still pressed against Mike's perineum, felt strong spasms coming from that hard swollen muscle behind his now drawn up balls as my tongue felt corresponding pulses from Mike's urethral ridge. Mike's bulbous tip tapped like the end of a drumstick against the roof of my mouth as I felt the warmth of his ejaculate splashing across my palette. He tasted like warm honey-flavored tea. For the first time in my life I began cumming without touching myself. Such was the turn-on of sucking-off my sweet, cute 13-year-old Mike. Mike's stiffy continued to lurch in muscular contractions that I felt against my contouring tongue and were accompanied by strong spasms from his perineum. Reluctantly, I glided my lips up to his pulsing tip, giving it a parting twirl before removing my mouth. Holding Mike's load of boy cum in my mouth to savour its sweet essence, I looked up into his sweet face as I finally swallowed. Mike's eyes were tightly closed with his finely drawn eyebrows knitted together and his mouth gaping open. His skin was flushed pink and sheened with a mist of perspiration. I watched as his chest and finely toned tummy heaved in unison as he struggled to come down from his orgasm. Now freed from my mouth, Mike's hairless four-incher stood up stiffly, repeatedly jutting out from the graceful curve of his descending pubis, refusing to go soft just yet. His dick was now spit-glazed and his helmet now a much more saturated shade of purple-red. I glanced down at the postage-stamp sized label sewn into his underpants elastic waistband and saw he wore Size 12s. It was a reminder of what a young boy he was. I pulled his briefs up his shaking legs until they were once again covering his stiffy. The angular bulge it made centered down the front of his y-fronts resembled the prow on a white cotton ship. Mike's fingers finally released their death grip on my shoulders as I looked up to find him smiling sheepishly down at me. "Thanks! That felt great!" Mike said in his prepubescently high voice, his words sounding frail and shakey, obviously a bit weak after his orgasm. He looked down and saw my cum splatter on the floor and on the jeans that still were wrapped around his ankles. "Gosh, I guess you really like giving blow jobs!" Mike said with a chuckle. I zipped myself up and got up off my knees as Mike bent down to pull up his jeans, rubbing my spent jizz into the denim before fully pulling them up around his waist. "Yep. I been wanting to blow you for two years, so I hope you'll let me do that again sometime." Mike, paused as if in thought, giving me a horny grin, said, "You think you might want to sleep over with Ted tonight?" ---------------------------------------------------- Note to readers: As much as the final paragraph may imply a second chapter, as of this time, I haven't any intention of continuing this story. I hope you enjoyed it anyway! Thank you. -- Scott