What it became

I look back now and realize this bully "buddy" of mine used me as a place to ejaculate. That's all I was to him. I was a place to deposit his eighth grade semen. I wasn't a victim though. I admit that I let it happen and even accepted my role.

What started out as late night exploration became something Paul needed on a regular basis.

On one occasion, he showed up at my house about an hour after school. It was odd because I always went to his house. He never came to mine - there was less to do there and I lived a little out of the way. He really didn't have anything going on and didn't see to want to go do something. It shortly became apparent that he was horny.. He asked when my parents were going to be home. I knew what this meant and was a little excited. I picked up the phone to call my mom who worked about a half hour away. She told me she was on schedule and still had about an hour of work to do. We made some just-got-home-from-school talk, ended the conversation with dinner plans and I said goodbye.

I hung up and told Paul "we had time." I got on my knees, unzipped his jeans and gave my first daytime blowjob. I was basically becoming a teenage dicksucker. Paul began to use me regularly to empty his balls.

He would make me eat his cum a few times a week, sometimes in awkward places like behind buildings / after school at the park / anywhere where he felt the need to ejaculate.

We were seen more than a couple times by passers by or by folks walking the paths through the woods. One time a woman our mother's age came up to us and tried to tell us that we couldn't go to heaven if we practiced oral sex on each other. She was serious! She was some sort of religious kook who literally walked up on me giving Paul a blowjob. She saw me bobbing my head on his erection and wanted to TALK ABOUT IT!

I must have jerked off 20 times after that - just thinking about some female stranger seeing me suck a dick!