Date: Fri, 15 Jun 2012 12:05:12 -0700 From: L J Subject: End of Year (b/b, mast, young, b11) Copyright 2012 by LJ all rights reserved This document may not be distributed for pay with out the consent of the author. Disclaimer: This is a fictional account. It never happened, at least not when I was there. Bummer! If you are under age, the law says that I have to tell you to not read it. Please sent comments to lordjerig@gmail.com Write the word Flames in the subject if you are sending flames so I can get my medication out before reading. Story codes: (b/b, mast b11, rom) I call it the end of the year syndrome. Doing something daring you never would think of doing just because you will not be coming back to the school grounds for a whole summer. In my case, it was to loose my inhibitions enough to call the boy I had a crush on out. We been passing each other day after day for the last nine months since school started back in September. At first it was nothing. Then a month or so later a smile and a quick nod. After Christmas a silent hi5. By march a "sup!" and a wave. But nothing more than that. Each time I was left in a perpetual state of absolute lust. Night after night I would remember him and how we would go by each other. His smiling at me, and then the wave he gave me. I would give my poor abused penis such a work out that I would make myself sore almost everyday wondering just what if. Probably the longest crush I ever had in my life. During PE his class ending while mine started. Passing each other on the way in and out. But because the school had its celebrations at the end of the year his class and mine ended up together. We were graduating elementary, and would be going into Junior. high. The school threw a party for the sixth grade class, complete with a grill out. At the end of the day we were to be sharing the pool for the last two classes combined into one. This is where we talked. HE was in sixth grade like me, and would be leaving elementary for middle school also like me. Both of us eleven, yet so different in size. Me skinny and lanky looking. He muscular and athletic, though he was my height. Sadly we did not live close to each other. One of those times when you feel like you known somebody all of your life. Or so it felt to me as we chatted, and traded splashes. Then we introduced each other to our respective friends. Then getting out to stuff as many hot dogs as we could into ourselves. The PE department brought a slurpy machine they rented, and so we kept going back for refills. To this day the smell of grilled hot dogs brings a smile to my face and a bit of nostalgia. Reminding me of pool side parties, and water slide parks. But most of all, tween boys. Nine to 12 year olds enjoying the time that only is with one for three years. That awkward yet magical time that is the preteen years. Despite the fact we had a variety of friends cavorting around with us in the pool and the area we kept gravitating to each other. At one point I asked him if he was taking the bus home. But he had his bike. That was cool with me since I would be picked up a while later to go to a play and had about an hour to spare. When the pool party broke out we ended up in the locker room. I was dreading the moment when we would say bye and perhaps shake hands and go our separate ways. Yet he kept sitting there on the bench next to me. We sat there talking, and joking until the last kid was out of the locker room. "I got to take a shower and get all of this chlorine off of me." I say. Even as I said it I knew that this might be it. He would dress and go on his way. "Yeah, me too. I was going to just throw my shorts on and go, but a shower sounds good." He says smiling. My heart leaps. As I wonder how I am going to prevent him from seeing my boner. But then he takes off running towards the showers and I am after him. The side he picks is hidden from the viewing area of the coach loft by a pillar. It did not register at first with me. But then he is getting out of his swim trunks and turning his shower on. "Come to this side, its warmer." He says over the noise of the water. "I like to pick this side because the showers are stronger and it gives my back a massage." He says. I come up next to him and shed my trunks as well. At the moment we are not facing each other. But we are next to each other and I am very conscious of the fact that the biggest crush I had the whole year is only scant inches from me. Then he is turning to face me and I gasp, though he did not hear me over the shower. He has a full on boner. Bigger than mine. A cigar size four plus inch boner sticks straight up against his stomach slapping it as he shifts. Unlike me he is cut and the head of his beautiful erection flares out almost obscenely from the very straight shaft. It is long enough that the head kisses his belly button. His balls are pulled up tightly do to how turned on he is. Also like me he has not a hair yet in sight. I admire it even as I admire the rest of him. Even though he is my age, he is already display a six pack in its developing formation. I notice his nipples are erect either do to the cold or the fierceness of his hard on. When I look up into his face I see something that makes my legs shake. Absolute hornyness. He is so turned on he is almost shaking. "Why did we wait so long?" He says. Then his hands are reaching out and grasping my arms to pull me into the stream of his shower. I'd ask myself later on how he knew I wanted to do it. But then I remembered that my uncut cock was hard enough to drill through steel. Nott to mention my jaw had dropped and my eyes could not move away from his absolute beauty. But that is all set aside as I feel my skin touch his. As we come together, his mouth opens hungrily and I am suddenly mouth to mouth with the hottest boy in the sixth grade. I feel my self tremble and my little boner jumps as I feel a pre-orgasmic tickle making my entire cock jump. His breath is sweet, almost milky tasting. There is a smell coming from his body that I can only classify as boyness. His huge hard on is trapped between our flat tummies hugging my own. Though mine felt small compare to his. At three inches, his seemed to dwarf mine at almost four and a half mostly do to the size of his flared mushroom head. Perhaps the end of the year syndrome. The fact that a long summer would separate us, and we did not even know if we would go to the same school next year. But suddenly there are no inhibitions. I throw myself against him and hear myself utter a small cry of passion. Of bliss at being in the arms of the cutest boy I know. I respond to his kiss with feverish enthusiasm. My tongue traversing the distance between our mouths and joining to his. His taste is sweet and indescribable. Then as he starts to hump against me with his arms around my body I cry out into his mouth. My boner is rubbing against his, and the naked head of his huge cock is tickling my stomach, while mine rubs against the bottom of it and his tight nuts. As his hands lower to grab my bubble but and squeeze me to him tighter I cum. The shower and our joined mouths muffle my cry of childish passion as I go off. The most powerful dry orgasm I experienced up to then ever since the blissful moment when I experienced my first at the lofty and naughty age of seven humping a stare rail hits me with dizzying strength. Even though the water is letting our skin slide, there is plenty of friction between our boners to rub together so good. I feel him lifting me up for a moment as if he wanted to carry me to higher bliss. Even as I cum, my eleven-year-old boner throbbing in delight sending the beautiful tickles over and over through my body I ask myself the same question he did. Why did we wait for so long. As if from a long distance I hear myself grunt hard, making little piggy like noises from the back of my throat with each wonderful spasm of my tickles. The hot shower cascading all around us adding its own little magic to the blissful orgasmic feeling. I was being absolutely bathed in pleasure. I feel myself slowly come back to earth. Still in his arms his face still next to mine now looking at me with such love. "I always wanted to do that." He says in my ear. Then his lips join mine again. I straighten after a moment and wonder if he got off. But then his huge erection is still upright and the head is turning purple. Lovingly I grab for it knowing he still did not get off. Making a fist around it I start to jack him off with long even strokes. The speed is not enough for him though and soon he grabs my hand with both of his and guides my speed. "Like that, don't ever stop." He says his boy voice so full of passion. He thrusts his hairless pelvis out and forward against my hands trying to stretch his beautiful eleven-year-old cock out as much as he can to try to make it even longer for my stroking. This pulls us partially out of the shower so that now I am no longer under it. His back is being bathed, but he is more interested on my getting him off to even feel the coolness on his front where the water now is not hitting him. "Almost there dude." He thrusts his hairless pelvis out trying to stretch out his dick as far as he can into my fist. Then he gives a high pitch cry almost sounding like a yip. He stands on his tippy toes and I watch mesmerized as the head of his cock seems to flare even more. His cock in my fist becomes impossibly tight and hard, and a sudden cry escapes him. I watch his piss slit open and suddenly explode with a huge tight beam stream that hits my stomach full on. If I had not cum just a few minutes before I would have done so just watching him get off. Eyes closed, head thrown back, pelvis thrusting forward, standing on tip toes and both hands guiding and working my fist maniacally. And feeling his beautiful boner blast against my stomach and chest. Four huge and powerful blasts coat me before they suddenly become little spurt dribbles. But always each pulse of his kid dick jumping in my fist letting me know just how good he is feeling. Slowly he stops my hand still held in both of his. Then quickly he comes close to hug me letting his cum get all over both of us as he again kisses me. "Dude I never shot so much ever. That was a gallon!" He says excitedly. Then goes on. "I think that was a boy." He says. "What you mean?" I ask still in awe of that huge orgasm I cranked out of him. "I squirted a bunch like more than I ever done. I think when you squirt like that you make a boy. If it s not as much you make a girl." He says with absolute sixth grade logic. I didn't know if you could make a boy like that, but you certainly made a boy lover. Even this day I jack off to you my soul friend, my lover of one day, but secret love for a whole year. I am only glad we got to do it even if the good bye afterward was painful and even teary for both of us. The end.