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 First Fellatio: David Gets a Blowjob (story codes: Fb(12), oral)

   When I look back on my "tween" years, I'm sort of amazed.  I had an
incredibly rough eleventh year.  My mom had died, after a terrible but
quick bout of cancer, just after my eleventh birthday.  My dad then spent
most of the next year in a deep funk, barely able to survive let alone pay
any attention to the needs of an eleven year old boy.  While other kids'
dads were taking them to baseball games and driving them to soccer
practice, my dad was in the basement drinking beer and listening to songs
that mom and him used to like.

   So it was really kind of almost inevitable that my twelfth year would be
a whole lot better.  Karma owed me, wouldn't you say?  But it didn't start
out that way.  My dad started volunteering at a place that was all about
providing clean water to poor people in other countries.  You might think
that was good since it was getting him out of his funk, except for two
things: first, he made me come along, which was a totally boring way for a
kid to spend a summer evening, and second, the whole reason he did it was
to impress a lady who volunteered there.  That made me mad because in my
kid brain it was disrespectful towards Mom, but even more than that it made
me embarrassed because he was just so obvious about it.
But then things started looking up, when a girl named Brigid started
working there.  Brigid was a sophomore in college; she went to some school
out east and was living with her parents for the summer to save money, and

she was working as an intern at this charity.

   She and I hit it off right away.  She was impressed that I listened to
the Ramones and the Sex Pistols, and she introduced me to her favorite
music like Joe Jackson and Cat Stevens.  We hung out a lot; when I look
back on it now I think she was acting an awful lot like we were dating, but
the thought never entered my twelve year old brain.  I just thought she
felt sorry for me and was being nice.  And even though you might think she
was kind of a pedophile or something like that, I honestly think she really
was just feeling sorry for a lonely kid and being nice to him, and
sometimes, well, things just happen, you know?  Things you never really
meant to happen, happen anyway.

   Our relationship had been perfectly innocent; a common "date" between
Brigid and I was when she'd give me a ride home after work, because my dad
and his new girlfriend were going out, and we'd stop at Hardee's and get
some food and sit in the parking lot in her car, listening to loud music
and eating our burgers.  Sometimes we'd go to the record store before she
dropped me off, or do some errands.  It was sort of like I was just a kid
brother along to keep her company.  Sometimes we went to this one older
guy's house, and I realize now that he was probably her pot dealer, but
back then I thought she had a crush on him and I was totally jealous.

   Then one night towards the end on the summer, Brigid's parents were out
of town and she was having a party and she invited me to come.  My dad had
a date with his girlfriend, which meant he was even more neglectful than
usual.  "Just be home by midnight" was all he had to say about it.

   Brigid drove me out to her house after work and by about ten o'clock
there were like thirty people there and lots of drinking and pot smoking. I
had a couple beers and even a couple of hits of pot, and pretty soon it was
midnight and it was clear that there was no way for me to get home.  Brigid
lived out in the country and it was too far to walk, and I definitely
wasn't going to ask her to leave her party to drive me home.  I was cursing
myself for not riding my bike.  Well, there wasn't anything to do about it
except to call my dad.

   He was clearly annoyed that I called.  I knew immediately that his
girlfriend was there.  They were probably having sex when I called. 
"Look," he says, "why don't you sleep on a couch or something and I'll come
and get you in the morning?"

   I was pretty embarrassed when I told Brigid that my dad didn't want to
come get me and could I sleep on the couch?  But Brigid's face just broke
out in a big smile.  "Awesome!" she said and she grabbed my hand and
dragged me, running, out to the little creek that ran though their yard and
we pulled off our shoes and waded out into the cool water and splashed each
other and suddenly I was really, really happy.

   Around two in the morning the party was pretty much over and I went
looking for somewhere to sleep.  Someone was already crashed on the
livingroom couch, and in the TV room, there were two people clearly having
sex.  When I told Brigid that the couches were all occupied, she says, "Oh,
you can just sleep in my room."

   "OK," I said.  "I'll sleep on the floor."

   "No, I have a double bed, there's plenty of room for both of us."

   A few minutes later I was sitting on the edge of her bed, feeling
extremely self-conscious.  "Don't look," she said, "I'm going to change
into my PJs."

   I turned my head away, but of course being a twelve year old boy, I
couldn't help but sneak a peek.  And man, was I was rewarded for my
curiosity--Brigid was facing right at me, just pulling her nightgown over
her head, and for a brief moment I saw her in nothing but her panties. 
Brigid was a little overweight--"full figured" might be a better word for
it--and she had, in my mind, the two most beautiful breasts that had ever
hung from a woman's chest.  I was already madly in love with her big full
tits, even before I'd seen them bare, and I jacked off every night thinking
about them.  And to have them there, completely exposed, right in front of
me, was almost more than I could handle.  They were creamy-white and round
and bursting with fertile femininity, topped with wide, dark pink nipples,
and I swear I almost creamed my pants from the half-second that I got to
look at them.

   It didn't last long, though; she pulled her nightgown on and looked
right at me.  I quick turned my face away but I knew I was busted.

   "Hey!" she said, "you weren't supposed to look!"

   My face was red and I felt terrible.  "I'm...  I'm sorry...  I just..."

   She laughed.  "Don't worry!  I knew you'd look.  Who wouldn't?" She
walked to the bed and sat down by me.  "It's perfectly natural to be horny,
you know.  I get horny sometimes, especially after I've had a couple of
drinks.  Like I have tonight." She had a big smile.  I was just incredibly
nervous and embarrassed, and too young to grasp what she had just said.

   "How 'bout you?" she said.  "You want some PJs or something?"

   "I'll just sleep in this," I said.  My voice was cracking.

   "Don't be silly.  You don't want to sleep in your clothes.  Here, let me
see if I have something you can wear."

   She got up and went to her dresser, pulling a few things out.  "You'd
look cute in this," she said, grinning at me and holding up a little
nightgown with puppies on it, "but I don't think it'd fit.  Here, these'll
work." She took out a pair of pajama pants.

   I stood up and very nervously started unbuttoning my pants.  "I won't
look, I promise," she said with a grin.  But I turned away from her as I
pulled my pants down and pulled the pajama bottoms on; I really did not
want her to see that I had an erection from seeing her undressed.

   I climbed into bed, and she climbed in next to me.  I turned my back to
her, totally embarrassed since not only did I still have an erection but it
had somehow managed to get even harder, and more painful.

   Brigid put her hand on my hip.  "Come on," she said, pulling me towards
her, "you should lay on your back."

   As I rolled over, her hand slid along my hip and onto my cock.  "Oh
yeah!" she said, "you are horny, aren't you!"

   "Oh, man," I said, feeling totally embarrassed.  I tried to push her
hand away and turn back onto my side.

   "Come on, big guy," she said, ignoring my efforts.  "I wanna see it!"

   She grabbed the waistband of the pajama pants and pulled them down,
along with my underwear, and then she climbed down the bed as she pulled
them off my feet.  The she leaned down on her elbows, in between my legs. I
could tell in the dim light that she was staring right at my cock.

   "Wow," she said, "it's so big!"

   I'm sure it wasn't.  I'm sure, being only twelve, that it was probably
not much bigger than a stubby pencil.  But as you could imagine, hearing
her say that about my penis suddenly made me feel so good.  It made me feel
like a man, not a boy.

   She ran her fingers over my balls, then up my shaft.  "It's so hard!"
she said, sounding reverential.  She moved up, then leaned over and kissed
my cock, right on the underside of my glans.  Then she stuck out her tongue
and licked me right on the same spot.  My cock jerked, she smiled, then she
licked it again.  It twitched up towards her and she caught my head in her
mouth and gave it a suck.

   She looked up at me.  "Does that feel good?"

   All I could do was nod.  I couldn't say a word, I was too nervous and
excited and horny, looking down at her as she kissed my penis.

   She held my shaft up and sucked my head again, looking at me the whole
time.  "You ever had a blowjob before?"

   All I could do was shake my head.

   She smiled at me.  "Good, I'm glad I'm your first." Then she took my
head back in her mouth again and started gently jacking me.  It was the
most beautiful wonderful exquisite feeling in the world, her mouth was so
warm and wet, and when she sucked, it felt so tight and loving.  I couldn't
believe that anything could feel so good.

   After a little while she pulled her mouth off my head, still beating on
my cock.  "I love sucking on big cocks," she said, looking up at me, "and
yours is the biggest I've ever sucked." What a sweet girl, to say something
like that to a twelve year old with a pencil dick!  Then she went back
down, taking at least half my shaft in her mouth and bobbing up and down on
it.

   I could feel her spit flowing down my shaft, my pubic hair and balls
were getting wet, and her hand was slipping slickly up and down my shaft.
Then I realized, much to my horror, that I was going to come in about two
seconds.  Right then I thought it would be the most embarrassing and
horrible thing in the world to come in Brigid's mouth.  She'd hate me for
life!

   She must have known she had me on the edge, too, because she pulled off
and stopped beating me.  "Are you about to come?" she asked, looking at me
with a smile.

   All I could do was nod.

   "Do you want to come in my mouth?" she asked, her eyes twinkling at me,
and as she finished the question she took my head in her mouth and give it
a brief, hard suck.  I almost lost it right then, and took in a very
audible breath.

   She smiled up at me.  "You are so ready to blow, aren't you?  You wanna
come in my mouth?"

   I managed to nod, almost imperceptibly.

   She grinned broadly.  "I love getting come shot in my mouth," she said.
She stuck her tongue out and placed it, thick and wet, against the
underside of my glans, and started jacking me again.  With her tongue up
against my cock, she looked up at me, her eyes twinkling.  "An' I swallow,"
she said.

   Right then, my cock had had all that he could take.  I was terrified,
embarrassed, excited; I lifted my butt off the bed and my legs were shaking
and I just exploded.  It was the most incredible orgasm I'd ever had, or
even imagined having, in my young life.  As soon as my come started
shooting out of my cock, she closed her mouth around my head and kept
beating on my shaft as I pumped my come into her mouth.

   When I was finally done coming, she pulled off and smiled up at me. 
Then she opened her mouth to show me my come, then closed it, and
swallowed.

   "God that was a lot of come," she said.

   "Sorry," I said, feeling very sheepish for having come in her mouth.

   "Don't apologize!" she said, grinning.  "With a big cock like yours, of
course you're gonna have a lot of come!  I knew that when I started sucking
you."

   She looked down at my penis.  "You're still hard, aren't you?"

   "Yeah," I said, feeling embarrassed, like a horny kid with an
over-active libido.

   She looked back up at me, a deviant smile on her face.  "You know what I
want to do now?"

   I shook my head.  Honestly, I was such a little pipsqueak that I really
had no idea what she was going to say.

   She started pulling her nightgown off.  "I wanna fuck!"

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