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Date: Tue, 8 Sep 2015 22:29:13 +0000
From: Scott <FTL_s1214@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Summer I Met Rod

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I was 12 years old in the summer of 1971 when this story takes place. I
lived in a working class suburb of St. Louis, in one of those subdivisions
that sprung up in the 60s with street after street of the same model of
house interpreted in 3 or 4 different ways.

At 12, I stood at around 4'10" and weighed about 90 pounds. I had black
hair that was lustrously thick and shiny and which I constantly found
myself combing. I wore my hair parted on the side. My hair was medium
lengthed, just touching the bottom of my neck in the back and nearly
covering my eyes. As for my eyes, they were a light hazel green and
bordered with thick rather girlishly long eyelashes. I had a small button
nose and a rather wide mouth with a sensously thick lower lip. My
complexion was what you would describe as olive and tanned easily. People
always assumed I was Italian, but in fact I am from Swiss and French
ancestry.

As far as my physique goes, I was slender without any real muscular
defintion yet and with rather narrow shoulders and a narrow chest. From the
nearly constantly erecting penis I had at that age, I guess you could say I
was entering puberty, but had yet to grow any pubic hair. It's hard to say
with any real accuracy how big I was erect, being so many years ago, but
I'd say I was probably hovering around three inches.

In the early summer of my twelth year, though I was constantly getting
boners, I'd as yet to masturbate or have my first orgasm. The nearest I
came to masturbation was humping myself against my bed in the mornings when
I woke up. I wasn't completely ignorant though. I had seen guys doing the
hand gesture of forming their hand into a fist and rapidly moving it up and
down when joking about jacking-off, as I knew the word for it. And, I'd
also heard about blow jobs. But, I'd not as yet tried my hand at
jacking-off, pardon the pun. And, the possibility of ever receiving -or
giving- a blow job hadn't even entered my mind. This was all to change when
I became friends with Rod.

Rod was a 15-year-old boy who went around the neighborhood selling snow
cones from a red wagon he pulled around. He was a real junior entrepeneur
you might say. He had a professional looking glass box holding shaved ice
and about 3 or 4 different bottles of flavoured syrup. He used a small
brass, hand-held bell he'd ring to announce he was coming down the street.

I loved snow cones and would always buy one from him. I'm not sure how our
friendship began, but I think it started when one day I asked if it was
alright for me to follow him as he made his rounds.

Let me describe Rod to you. At 15, he was a good two heads taller than
me. I think my head came up to about his shoulders. He had corn-yellow
blond hair that was somewhat unruly in its level of curliness. Thick like
my own, but where my hair seemed to behave itself, Rod's hair was what you
would probably describe as wavy. As was the fashion at the time, his hair
was also rather long, coming down to the top of his shoulders. He had
incredibly blue eyes that reminded me of the color of the sky. His nose I
suppose would be described as pugged with a rather pronounced upward curve
to the front of it. His lips were full, both the upper and lower. As far as
his complexion, it was a beautiful golden hue. He was one of those blonds
who get a really deep tan instead of just getting a continuous pink
sunburn.

Rod's standard uniform was invariably a pair of faded Levi cut-offs and
white tank top t-shirt and white canvas sneakers with no socks. This was
1971, designer brands like Nike and Adidas hadn't yet become popular. As
for my daily wardrobe. I, too, normally wore cut-offs with a white t-shirt
and white canvas sneakers that were normally closer to tan from all the
dirt clinging to them. I also wore my sneakers without socks as was popular
back then. And underneath my denim cut-offs, a pair of size 10 JCPenney
Towncraft briefs.

Though it was dawning on me that I liked boys, any sexual fantasies I had
of boys at this age were still fleeting and rather vague. My sexual
thoughts were more limited to wondering what my friends and schoolmates
looked like naked and those thoughts causing my penis to become erect.

Rod had an easy going personality. In my 12-year-old mind I thought he was
very cool. And after that first time he let me walk with him, I began to
find myself walking with him every day as he made his way onto my block,
eventually ending up pulling the wagon for him and being paid for doing so
with free snow cones.

I really don't recall what we would talk about. I was somewhat shy and he
wasn't much of a talker to begin with. I just enjoyed being around a much
older kid. At 12, 15 seemed almost like an adult to me. I only had an older
sister, and being able to hang-out with Rod made me think how great it
would be to have a brother like him. I guess you could say I was forming a
boyish crush on Rod.

Anyway, normally at some point I would grow tired of pulling the wagon and
return home. Until one day Rod asked if I wanted to come home with him and
go swimming. He told me his family had put in a pool that summer. An
inground pool with a diving board. Such luxury, I thought in my working
class kid's mind. I told him sure I'd love to, but needed to go home to
change into my swimsuit. He told me not to bother. That I could wear one of
his older suits. He said he thought he had one that would fit me.

When we got to his house we went to his bedroom which I thought was very
cool, like Rod. The walls were decorated with several psychedelic black
light posters and his room had a black light and even a lava lamp. He told
me he was thinking about also buying a strobe light. Like I said, this was
the early 70s. He also had a cheap bookshelf stereo. All the things I
wished I had. Yet another reason to idolize him.

As it turned out, Rod wasn't able to find the older swimsuit he thought he
had and told me to just wear my underwear. I thought about it and decided
that would be okay. I mean, briefs were sort of like a pair of swim
trunks. So, I said sure. Oh, I should say that both of his parents worked
and so we had the place to ourselves on this afternoon. Also, the backyard
of his house was surrounded by a six foot tall, wooden privacy fence.

I was surprised when he didn't ask me to leave his room as he quickly shed
his shoes, tank top and cut-offs. I tried to not look at him in his white
briefs, but nevertheless stole a couple of furtive glances. I admired how
full the pouch of his briefs looked and, like friends I'd wondered about
from time to time, wondered what Rod looked like naked. The thought made my
penis twitch and I quickly looked around the room at the posters to try to
take my mind off of it. But, when I saw him lower his briefs before sliding
up a pair of light blue speedos that were nearly the same color as his
eyes, I once again found myself checking him out. His penis was beautiful!
It was pale and pink in contrast to his golden tanned skin and centered in
a thin expanse of equally pale skin formed by the speedo he wore. Above his
penis was a modest tuft of strawberry blond pubes. His dick dangled over a
rounded pink ballsack that appeared to be hairless. He was, like myself,
circumcised, and had a bell shaped tip that was about the same shade of
pink as his balls. Soft, his penis looked about as long as my dick was hard
and was much thicker than my own. I couldn't help but envy his masculine
proportions.

Rod noticed me looking at his crotch as he slid his speedo up his thighs
and into place. He didn't say anything, but grinned, as if to say,
"everybody looks". I had been changing out of my clothes at the same time
Rod was and I was now in just my briefs with my penis pointing out a bit
with the semi I'd gotten whilst looking at Rod. I wondered if he
noticed. If he did, he didn't say anything.

Rod grabbed 2 towels from the bathroom that was across the hall from where
his room was and we quickly went outside to the pool. Rod got on the diving
board and made a perfect dive into the pool. I followed, doing a
cannonball. I was in heaven and hoped this wouldn't be the only time I got
to swim in Rod's pool.

We very quickly began to horseplay in the water, splashing one another, and
taking turns dunking one another. At one point when Rod attempted to dunk
me, I felt his hand reach up in between my legs and fondle me. I
immediately erected in the wet cotton of my Towncrafts. I'd never been
touched by anyone down there before and the feel of his hand gently
squeezing my crotch caused me to inflate and stiffen in record time. He
must have sensed my desire for him, but I never suspected he might have
felt anything similar towards me, so I was a bit taken by surprise when I
felt him grope me.

Rod led me over to the side of the pool by my wrist and had me stand with
my back against the pool. We were now standing in the shallower half of the
pool which was about 3 feet deep. I looked down and below the rippling
surface of the water could see that, like myself, Rod now had a boner which
was clearly defined within the clinging light blue fabric of the speedo he
wore. I couldn't get over how long it looked with the bulbous tip pressing
firmly up just under the waistband.

Without asking permission, Rod inserted his thumbs into the elastic
waistband of my size 10 Towncrafts and quickly shimmied my briefs down to
my thighs, once again fondling my now naked dick in his hand. I gasped and
squirmed at the delightfully horny sensation of feeling his fingeres
encircling my tight-skinned erection and felt myself involuntarily
stretching my groin forward.

"God, you got a hard little dick, Scott," Rod said with a horny tone in his
voice.

My boyish insecurity keyed in on Rod's use of the word little in describing
my dick and I said, rather defensively, "Well, I'm only twelve," as I
looked down at how his boner, still covered in his speedo appeared nearly
twice as big as mine.

"It'll start to get bigger soon. Mine did when I started 7th." Rod tried to
reassure me. "C'mon, let's get out of the pool and go to my room." Rod
said, pulling my undies back up in place.

Once inside Rod's bedroom, he had me lay on his bed with a towel he placed
beneath me and continued to fondle me. I was like puddy in his hands and he
knew it. He once again shimmied my wet briefs down as I arched my slender
hips off of the bed to assist him. Both of our eyes focused on the wet,
semi-transparent undies slowly revealing my arched and pulsing boner as the
wet fabric rather stubbornly clung to my skin with the descent. He knew I
was game for it. And though I was too lost in the moment at the time, I now
wonder how long he'd been planning this, planning what would amount to him
taking my innocence that day. Was it just a momentary horny impulse, or had
he been wanting this for some time? I guess I'll never know.

"Have you ever jacked-off?" Rod asked, a horny grin forming dimples at the
corners of his mouth, and a look of excited anticipation showing in his
beautiful blue eyes.

I shook my head no and felt his finger and thumb encircle my shaft and
begin to glide up and down my twitching cock.

"You're gonna like this. So, you've never cummed before, Scott?" Again, I
shook my head, feeling somewhat embarrassed by my naivette in front of this
older boy.

"It'll feel like you have to pee. Don't worry though. You won't. Just tell
me when it starts to feel that way though, ok?"

"Okay," I said with a shuddering breath, finding it suddenly a bit hard to
talk with the deliciously hot sensations starting to build within my
hairless loins.

My legs began to spread apart and I felt the elastic from my descended
undies pressing into my flesh. I softly and repeatedly moaned Rod's name as
he tenderly massaged my incredibly erect penis, applying a feathery light
degree of pressure. A soft hissing sound coming from the surface his finger
and thumb tracing up and down my velvetty skinned stiffy. The room silent
save for my soft moans and the soft sound of his fingers rubbing me in fast
then not so fast and then fast again strokes.

With his free hand, Rod quickly tugged down the front of his still damp,
baby blue speedo and cupped it under his balls. I was now seeing the first
boner I'd ever seen besides my own. His erection was shaded a highly
saturated ruddy pink. Compared to my still boyish proportions, it appeared
so incredibly thick and long. We were both circumcised and Rod's head had
the same puggish upward appearance in the front of his glans as the nose on
his face. His balls were big and round and nearly twice the size of my
own. Covering the base of his groin was a compact tuft of strawberry blond
pubes. I watched with horny fascination as Rod began jacking himself as he
continued to jack me at the same time. I couldn't help but notice he used
all four fingers and thumb on his own dick instead of just his index finger
and thumb on mine.

"Fuck, your dick looks so damned horny...let me give you a blow job," Rod
said with a feverish lust to his voice as he leaned forward and lowered his
mouth over my twitching cock.

"ROD!" I yelped in a squeeled falsetto as I felt the slippery wet heat of
his tongue begin to twirl and swirl around my virgin 12-year-old
boyhood. My ass squirmed helplessly on the bed and my legs spread wider as
again I felt the tension of my descended Towncrafts trying to keep my legs
together. My hairless groin instinctively arching upwards and pulling back
in tentative somewhat awkward hunching movements in and out of his mouth.

I began to feel tension in my groin muscles I'd never felt before and a
warm itching sensation in my penis. I could feel an almost electric tingle
pulsing in my tip and inside my balls which were already beginning to
contract and pull slowly upwards. These new incredibly intense sensations
combined to make me whimper with concern.

"It feels funny!" I gasped in a somewhat frightened voice and yet I
couldn't resist my need to slowly begin fucking Rod's mouth. Rod now
lathing his tongue along the front of my shaft, pressing the slippery warm
surface of it back and forth across my highly expanded urethral ridge. My
boner was beginning to feel so engorged with blood that it felt like it
might split up the side. I'd never felt so hard in all my
life. "Rod....Rod..." I continuously moaned and whimpered in helpless tones
between gasps and huffish breaths that were quickening in tempo. Also
quickening in tempo was Rod's fisting of his teen cock. I noticed his tip
looking shiny and bulging like a small red-pink balloon inflated to the
point of bursting. A trickle of shiny fluid appearing at his piss slit. In
my innocent mind I wondered if that was his sperm, not knowing about precum
at 12.

Rod must have sensed I was close. I'm not sure if he was squeemish about
tasting my load, which I didn't even know I would have yet, but he removed
his mouth and began jacking me off again. His finger and thumb gliding up
and down my spit glazed cock in rapid pistons, squeezing tighter this time
around.

"It's okay, Scott. Let it happen. I know it's your first time. Don't be
scared," Rod said in reassuring tones.

As if being given permission by Rod's reassuring words, my groin began to
frantically flutter up and down in spastic pistons. Much like Rod had
forewarned me, but still surprised by the sudden surge of tension I felt
pulsing at the base of my penis, in a panicked voice, I yelped, "I'm gonna
pee! a half second before my drum-tight, bluish-pink, boy acorn began
spitting droplets of watery semen onto my skin just below my belly
button. My yelp was immediately followed by a sucker-punched, cum grunt as
all the tension in my groin explosively gave way with my minimal
ejaculation, causing my little cockhead to feel like it was about to pop
off the end of my penis.

"UNGH...GONNA CUM!" Rod grunted in a loud almost angry sounding tone as I
watched his cock release long milky ropes of sperm that splattered the
towel placed beneath me. No doubt the knowledge he had just made me
experience my first orgasm being the trigger for his own.

The room suddenly was permeated with the peachy sweet tang of my immature
spermless semen and the musky earthier scent of Rod's teen spunk.