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Date: Tue, 20 Jun 2017 01:01:32 +0000
From: Scott <FTL_s1214@hotmail.com>
Subject: Pickin Cherries

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Greg Lamm. Deep butternut tan and sinewy build at twelve and a half. A
boy's boy into sports, especially baseball. A small tight bubble butt. A
flat dimpled tummy. Mahogany brown hair and hazel-green eyes. Only about
five feet tall. That deep tan offset by a pair of bone white briefs.
Hairless from the neck down. Laying on Denny's bed. Greg's denim cut-offs
and white t-shirt laying on the floor, next to the bed.

Oh yeah, 14-year-old Denny loves taking those 12-year-old cherries. Greg
about to become his latest conquest. Boned up in a pair of Towncrafts.
Arching his little butt up from the bed to pull those JCPenney briefs down
around his thighs. Showing Denny his stiff slender dick, only about three
inches long. A swollen tip bulging at the top of his circumcised dick. The
length of it pulsing with the boy's excitement.

Denny knows that boys Greg's age all love a little sex play. Man, they give
it up so easy. Greg being no different. Ya, he'll give it up alright. He'll
give it up with a surprised yelp or maybe a confused and anxious "gonna
pee!" There's nothing like taking a boy's first. And, if it's a dry boy,
which most are at 12, their second, and the really horny ones, their
third. Without a hair in sight and with a sac just a little larger than a
ping pong ball, Greg is sure to end up being a dry twitcher.

Oh, he'll be a little shy at first. Might resist a little. Maybe tell Denny
to stop in between giggles. But those gigglish protests will be replaced
with whimpers of pleasure when Denny covers Greg's boy cherry with his lips
and tongues it with swirls and twirls.

A really butch, athletic kid like Greg is Denny's favorite. It's such a
turn-on seeing those new muscles in their toned tummies and thighs tensing
up. And they really struggle with that first release. So concerned at
allowing themselves to be vulnerable in the presence of another boy. But so
incapable of halting that powerful surge of tension seeking its inevitable
conclusion through their spasming dick and balls.

Greg's erection is the type that has a really horny coat hook curve to the
way it springs up from his balls and presses back towards his groin. The
kind of boy bone which has that springy tension you can feel as your
fingers pull it up to a verticle position in order to suck it.

Greg pleads, "Please don't tell anybody," as he lays back propped up on his
elbows, his eyes shiny with sexual excitement. He knows boys aren't
supposed to let other boys suck them. Maybe not, but Denny knows they do.

Denny replies, "I won't and you better not tell either," all the while
knowing Greg won't. Boys never tell. At least, not until they get to be
Denny's age and want to take a younger boy's cherry like Denny is about to
do with Greg. The older boy telling the younger, inexperienced boy about
how another boy once did this to him and how good it felt. Yeah, only
once. Right.

Denny's eyes focus on Greg's tight-skinned boy dick as he bends his upper
body down from where he's kneeling on his haunches beside Greg's right hip,
bringing his mouth to hover just above Greg's bullet-shaped glans. The
surface of that area of Greg's dick looks glass smooth. He breaths in and
smells the sexy aroma of 12-year-old boy -- a combination of sweat, pee,
and dawning pubescence. Pursing his lips, Denny blows on Greg's tip; his
encircling finger and thumb at the root of Greg's boner sensing a slight
twitching swell from the shaft.

Denny loves this moment in time, knowing the boy he's about to suck has no
idea how mind-blowingly good the feeling he's about to experience will
be. Knowing how Greg is probably looking down at him with expectation in
his eyes as Denny gets ready to take that young virgin dick into his mouth.

Denny blows another warm stream of air on Greg's sensitive tip and watches
as the bulbous surface expands momentarily like a tiny balloon receiving an
added burst of inflation.

"Please. Suck it," Greg implores in a tight whisper of horniness.

Denny extends his tongue from between his parted lips and gives Greg's pink
knob a lapping swirl, tasting a mild hint of saltiness from the warm
dick. An excited giggle sounds from Greg.

The 14-year-old licks the younger boy's helmet with repeated twirls,
illiciting twitching flexes from Greg's rigid kid cock. "Tickles," the boy
says in a gaspish voice.

It's gonna "tickle" a heck of a lot more before I'm done, Denny thinks to
himself, suppressing an urge to chuckle. He withdraws his tongue and forms
his lips into a pucker and engulfs Greg's spongey firm cap. The hoped for
whimper he's been waiting to hear from the 12-year-old cum-virgin sounds
from above his head as Denny starts to massage that pink gum drop with
squeezing bobs of his mouth, letting that sensitive bubble of flesh pop in
and out of his lips.

Greg's knees spread slightly, stretching his lowered briefs into an
accordion gather against his thighs.

Denny knows better than to focus exclusively on the boy's tip or it will
all be over before the kid's first blow job has barely begun. He starts to
glide his lips lower, taking Greg fully into his mouth until his lips are
touching the pillowy mound of the 6th grader's baby smooth pubis. Employing
his tongue, he laps at Greg's boy tube, sensing its rubbery firmness below
the warm, silky smooth skin.

No more whimpers now. Oh, sure, Greg may moan a bit, but his sense of
boyish masculinity is forcing him to suppress any more whimpers. Instead,
Denny now hears shivering breaths.

Denny places his left palm flat against Greg's soft skinned pelvis and
slowly moves it back and forth.

"Feels so good, Denny" Greg manages to say in a husky rasp between ragged
breaths.

Seeing the postage stamp sized, satin label sewn onto the inside of the
waistband of Greg's lowered underpants indicating a size 10 on the tag is a
visual reminder to Denny of how young the boy is attached to the dick he's
sucking. Man, he loves sucking young virgin dick. He loves making them
helpless with pleasure. And loves how they're so ill equipped to ebb that
increasing flow of pleasure as it builds for the first time in their
innocent, horny bodies.

The tip of Denny's nose presses into Greg's pubic bone, and with his mouth
closed around the boy's dicklette, he takes in a deep breath of the scent
radiating off of Greg's untanned hairless flesh. He smells the lingering
aroma of Ivory soap from the kid's morning shower and a pungent smell of
boyhood on the cusp of ripening. That competing scent isn't yet the more
earthy musk of full puberty, but more like the citrusy smell of
peaches. That whiff reinvigorates Denny's lust for the boy as he returns
his mouth to grip the top of the kid's dick just below his hard flared rim,
resuming the teasing of the kid's drum-tight cum button. It's time to hear
some more whimpers. And, it's time to hear Greg struggling to try to stop
those whimpers from happening.

In the periphery of his vision, Denny can see Greg's hand clenching a fist
full of the beige chenille bedspread covering the bed. As Denny pops Greg's
dick head in and out of his mouth with fast and tight grips from his
puckered lips he's rewarded with an anxious sounding, "Denny?!" The
questioning lilt in Greg's voice letting the 14-year-old know that Greg is
well beyond that initial tickling stage and is well on his way to that hot,
itchy tingle, about to cum stage.

"No, it feels funny!" Greg practically squeels. The boy's imploring tone
ignored by Denny as his mouth continues to make juicy wet sucking sounds on
Greg's feverishly warm tip.

Denny moves his softly stroking palm up from Greg's pelvis to his nearly
flat sheath of abdominals and feels them tighten up with tension.

An instinctual urge to thrust enters Greg's loins and suddenly the boy is
rapidly stretching and withdrawing the base of his pelvis in fluttering
pistons. Denny relaxes the pucker of his lips and ladles the surface of his
tongue, allowing it to contour and wrap around the underside of Greg's
thrusting, finger slender stiffy.

Greg neither yelps, nor tells Denny he's about to pee, but instead makes an
injured sounding grunt as the boy's fluttering groin jerks upward into a
sustained stretch. Denny's tongue feels the 12-year-old's stiffy beginning
to make flexing kicks as the boy's initial grunt is followed by two softer
grunts and then a long drawn out quivering sigh. That sigh coming from the
boy as Denny's palm feels the surface of Greg's tummy slowly releasing its
washboard tension.

Denny glides his lips up off of Greg's tumescence and looks down at its
spit-glazed length. Now freed from being held up in a verticle position,
Greg's boner makes stiff twitches of post-orgasmic tension close to the
boy's hairless pubis. The urethral ridge visibly expanding in pulses as it
does its best to pump out what the 12-year-old is still too physically
immature to produce.

He'll give Greg a breather first and then see if this little leaguer is up
for a double-header. If he's like the other dry twitchers he's sucked,
chances are he won't say no. Yeah, cum cherries. You gotta love 'em, Denny
thinks.