Well, in the first part of this story, I told you about my buddy Pete, who was a neighbor in my grandparents neighborhood during my childhood. Pete and I had went to our secret swimming hole and on that day, he taught me how to jerk off...... well, he actually jerked me off, and then proceeded to jerk his cock off as well. The feeling I got from that climax was the most amazing feeling I had experienced to date. So, of course I had to try it again. Later that same night, I took my bath, and I done it to myself. Dammmmmnnnnnn, that feeling. We all know how it feels to orgasm, but just try your best to think back to the first time(s) you actually experienced it. What a wonderful memory.
So, the next day was the day that my grandfather wanted us to mow his lawn. My grandfather would always hire Pete to help me. He did this so that Pete would have a little spending money so that he could go to the movies, or skating, or anything else we wanted to do over the weekend. Of course, mowing the lawn in 1980 in south Mississippi was a very hot chore, so naturally, I would suggest to Pete that we go swimming afterwards right? Naturally.
We didn't take the horse this time, we just hiked in on foot as it wasn't really that far. As the day before, we both stripped down and I immediately asked Pete could we jack off again. He was hoping I would say that he said, so we just lay on the creek bank slow stroking. That is when Pete stopped me, and said something to me that I will never forget. He said "Would you like me to kiss your dick?" He said he had saw it in a magazine, a lady was doing it to a man, so he thought it would feel good. He suggested he do it to me, and then I could do it to him.
Now this was all so new to me, I honestly could not see anything wrong with the idea. In fact it excited me. So I agreed and Pete scooted close to me on bank and started by rubbing my little member, then he licked the head, and then just swallowed it to the base. That feeling of a hot, wet mouth engulfing my tiny dick was even more exhilarating than the feeling of the day before's masturbation lesson. This was something that I still remember the sensation of to this day. It would not take long for me to reach orgasm again, as all this was new to me, the feeling would just overwhelm me and I climaxed really quickly. The head of my penis is very sensitive after orgasm, so I had to stop him from sucking me, as it was a little bit uncomfortable, and since I had no ejaculate at that time, Pete had not known that I had actually came.
My turn...... My heart, still racing from the orgasm I had just experienced, was feeling like it was about to leap out of my chest. I leaned over and licked him from his balls to that well defined, mushroom head of his cock. Pete just rocked back his head and asked me to take it into my mouth, so I was happy to oblige. As I described yesterday, Pete's organ was way bigger than mine since he was in puberty, so i could not take him all the way to his base, but I had him loving the feeling anyway. I Had no idea what I was doing, but i know what Pete had done to me, so I tried to replicate it. I let my tongue swirl around the head of his cock, and almost instinctually (Not really since this was my very first time to ever blow a guy), I could tell by Pete's movements when I was doing it right.
Like me, Pete would not take long to cum. I could feel his ball sack tightening up as his body prepared for orgasm. He began to buck and that thick, milky juice he has shot into my mouth with a violent eruption. I can still remember how amazingly HOT the stuff was as it spashed the back of my mouth and tongue. I also distinctually remember it didn't really have a taste, I could tell there was a saltiness to it, but as for an actual flavor, I could not really taste any real flavor to it. Now in later life I found out that was because it all went to the back of my mouth and tongue and there are no taste buds there, so I just felt the heat, and got the hint of salt from Pete's young seed.
As we stopped our little experimenting session, we laid on th the small sandbar and caught our breath. After about 20 minutes, we decided it was time to actually swim, so we took a little cold plunge in that spring fed swim hole. Pete would again tell me that we really needed to keep what we did a secret, that we could get into trouble for it. I agreed of course, but I certainly hoped we would continue our fun.
I hope you like these two entries, and there is a lot more to tell, but will keep those for later entries. I will close by saying that Pete and I had a wonderful summer. We learned a lot about each other, as definitely a lot about our bodies. I cannot begin to re-tell all the rest of the encounters, those first 2 times just really stick out in my brain, while the rest just seem to run together as summer fun that neither wanted to end. However I will tell you a little bit more about Pete, and how our summer would come to close.
