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 blow job 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!"






If you liked this story, you might want to read the next story in the series, David Falls in Love with Pussy.

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Anonymous Very good writing.
Anonymous loved it;especially the end.
Anonymous great story!
Ron Nice job
Gargansarian Please learn to count. When you are born you are in your first year; this ENDS at your 1st birthday and you start your 2nd year. Similarly, your 11th birthday marks the start of your 12th year, not your 11th. And the following year (when you are 12) is your 13th year. ... now I'll read the story past the first couple of pars.
Chris Hailey Thanks, Gargansarian, for what may be the most persnickety criticism I've ever received! (Just teasing ya!) I do understand your point, but I disagree with you. I think the phrase "my eleventh year" has a technical meaning and a common or "vernacular" meaning. You're right about the technical meaning, mea culpa; but the vernacular meaning how it is used 99.99% of the time and means "the year after your eleventh birthday." If I'd written, "My twelfth year was terrible, but the after I turned twelve things improved," I think most readers would assume it was a typo. Anyway, hope you enjoyed the rest of the story and found no more glaring technical issues!
Slicer Great "First BJ", but please don't leave us hanging there, she wants to fuck so humor us and let her take his cherry, make it a little longer and more talk about what she wants and is doing. Thanks and 5 stars for the story.
Chris Hailey Yeah, it was a little bit of "coitus interruptus" at the end there, wasn't it? I guess I'm just a tease! There definitely will be a follow-up in which they have lots and lots of sex, I promise. But I haven't started writing it yet so it may be a while. Check back often!
Anonymous This was an awesome first person story! I'd love to read a follow up! Perhaps they could have a summer love affair! That would be incredible to read! My fiancee and I just finished this story, and I'm writing this with her hand in my pants. Please sir, more!
Chris Hailey Awesome to get this sort of feedback. See my comment above about a follow-up.
Alex Wonderful story. I knew what you meant by twelfth year so include me with ones who prefer the vernacular use. Keep up the good work!
DB I just wanted to say how much I liked your story David Gets A Blow Job, very well written and authentic, and I liked the pace, not too fast but going somewhere. And I like that theme - when I was that age my step aunt walked in on me masturbating after school and it led to a series of strange but intensely exciting sessions with her. Including, yes, my first blow job. All of which has stayed in my mind to this day. (I never fucked her though). Anyway, thanks for a very enjoyable read
LittleMoose Great story but it needs a part 2.
Bill ow, THAT was hot -n- naughty! You are talented and should continue writing -- and you simply MUST continue this particular tale. Thank you.
David Well done David , never mind the comment about 12th year etc. That first time will always be remembered.(another David).
Van Byrd I agree with LittleMoose ... this begs for more, but I see you've written a few.
worthless slug love it. how exciting. what about a 25 year old fucking a 9 yo.. no hair, no cum. just sex
Kagewolf David'd reaction is very believable not sure about the girls. Would love to see more about the both of them. Also the 11th year 12th year thing is done the why a kid of that age would think it not the right way!!!!!!
Chris Hailey I don't quite follow what you're saying, Kagewolf. Anyway I think the girl's behavior is sort of believable, since this story is based (very, very loosely) on something that actually happened to me once upon a time. One of my early loves.
Pixxx66 Great story, many of us remember the girl a few years older that was so sexy that we always thought of her when we jacked off. I would have died and gone to heaven if the girl of my fantazes would have sucked me off and swallowed my cum...!! Hope to read more from you.
blubelle good...
anonymous these stories might be easy'er to read if it was not in color
Chris Hailey Thanks for this feedback, anonymous. I like having some color, but I'm trying to make changes to make my stories more readable, both on the web and on mobile devices (which I am finding very difficult to design for!). Let me know what you think and if you have any advice!
Lunalupo I in particular love the story. Older gals, and even sexy mothers, happily enjoying sex with young boys is awesome. The background makes the story seem real - There was one author on storiesonline.net who was a genius at making both characters explain in explicit detail their side of the sex act. The story is "Uncle's Little Blessing" the story goes on from there and even sucks/fucks. Unfortunately he had his name and material removed from the site.

Keep up the great work.
mumblegooseegg Great story -- and a special thank you for spelling "come" correctly. It's in the Webster spelled that way (and with that meaning) and "cum" is not! How's that for persnickety, but in a complimentary way...
Hey, thanks, mumble. I too prefer the spelling "come" rather than "cum." I've gotten other comments from people who think I should spell it "cum," but I tend to think that's a misspelling.
john Great story, thank you for sharing , it brought warmth and pleasure to my 68 year old body. Keep up the good work, so enjoy young /old stories
So glad you liked it, John.

--Chris
meinhard young boys who are starting to discover boobs, should be helped to have their cock sucked.
I definitely agree, meinhard.

--Chris
sgrock Just read David gets a blowjob, and loved it. My 1st blowjob was closely related. She was 31, and I was 19. We met at a local bar in Germany (I was military), and after feeding her a line of BS, she picked me up the next morning, and we fucked just off base. Before dropping me off in front of my unit, she made a request that floored me: she wanted to take me home with her the following Saturday night for sex, and asked me to jerk off but not cum. Just build up a very huge load for her. When we got to her place the next Saturday night, she let me know that all that cum was going to go down her throat. THAT got me hard. Even worse (better), she sucked, stopped, sucked, stopped for more than an hour (seemed like forever at the time) before letting me cum. It felt like everything came out (probably did for all I know), and filled her mouth. She swallowed, and mouth washed my dick. That was my introduction to oral sex! Every time since has been second class compared to my first.
Wow! That's spectacular, sg. Thanks for sharing that!

--Chris
Meatbot777 Well written. And sexy. Good characterization. Write more.

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