This happened a long time ago and I often wonder what happened to my neighbour boy... does he look back with fondness on this time too?
The summer I turned 15, I wanked a younger neighbour boy everyday for a month. Mike (name changed) was around 13 or 14. He seemed so shy, and rarely spoke to anyone in our town-house complex. I'm not even sure why he was there that day in one of the town-houses since we were all older and sociable, and he was so quiet and shy.
I don't recall how it started other than I was in a horny mood, and he seemed so pliable and receptive to my ideas. Of course, I was a willing and able older girl who had the gumption to proceed, so who could blame the poor guy. I do remember his penis was small but definitely erect, and it was so lovely to take it in my hands, and watch him sit back on the couch and watch me while I wanked him off. Often there were other teenagers in the room, and either they would sit and watch us or they would go off to a corner and make out.
At first, he would just come in my hands, and then I allowed him to come in my mouth, and eventually I would swallow it. He was sweet tasting.
That's all we did for a whole month. Never once did he try to touch me although I would have welcomed it. Like I said, he was shy. After that, his family moved away from the complex, and a few years later, my family moved out of the province, so I've never had the pleasure of re-acquainting myself with his gorgeous bulge.
I often wonder if he thinks about that time in his life with that older, more experienced girl who wanked him every day.