Boys will be boys?.I guess!

Ages? Oh, who knows. Maybe 16, no older I’d say. They were walking through the little wood that backs onto part of the gardens to our farmhouse. I was picking up windfall apples from the orchard when I heard the conversation. 

“……listen….I’m really sorry. I didn’t intend to hit you that hard. I’d never do something like that on purpose. I just wasn’t thinking how heavy my bag was.”

‘Yeah? Well, it got me right in the nuts and it fucking hurt! You made me cry in front of everyone.” 

Swinging school bags seems to be a hobby among the boys of the secondary school, I’ve seen ‘bag fights’ before. Obviously this idiot had managed to hit the other boy between the legs. Potentially dangerous, I’d say.

As they got closer to me, I could hear more clearly. “I….I can make it up to you…if you like.” 

“Oh, how?”

“Well, first, let me check everything’s ok down there.”

“What…you mean you want to see it?”

“Yeah…put my mind at ease that I haven’t hurt you seriously.” 

“Well….ok.” 

Time for Anna to silently find a place to see….if there was one. I managed to find a small gap big enough for me to see them from around chests to knees. One boy, presumably the victim, unzipped his fly and undid his belt. His pants slithered down his legs leaving the bottom of his shirt hanging. He then pulled his boxers down. To my horror, the other boy dropped to his knees. If he so much as glanced to his right he’d be looking right at me. Time to see how long I can go without air! 

I saw him reach for the other boy’s cock and soon, I guess like any teenage boy when someone’s handling his cock, it started to grow until it was soon in a very pleasing erection. Nothing broken there!

I noticed the second boy’s ‘checking out’ had become more of a ‘wanking’ movement.

“Er….I think you better stop now.” 

Pause….

“No…really…I think you should stop before..”

“Or you could let me make you feel good as a ‘sorry’?”

Silence, they say, breeds assent, and there was silence. 

I heard that unmistakable deep breathing that sexual excitement always brings. Me? Oh I was quite content kneeling where I was, waiting to see a teenage boy blow his load. But in that, I was to be denied. 

“Steve, have you ever had a ….blow job?”

“You mean….fuck this feels good…where a girl puts it in her mouth?”

“Yeah”

“No…why, have you?”

“Yeah….Susan gives me one sometimes.” 

“Fuck, really? You lucky bastard!” 

“Wanna know how it feels?”

“But you’re not a girl.”

“Like I said…I owe you.”

Silence, it seems really does breed assent!

I saw our unnamed penitent to be…er…penitential. He opened his mouth and leaned forward. As blow jobs go, I don’t think it was in the top 10, but as a first ever blow job, it was right up there. 

He took Steve’s cock in his mouth, tentatively at first but then more confidently and started to move back and forth. His dimpled cheek told me of the suction he was applying, and then, a trick taught him by the mysterious Susan, he cupped Steve’s balls, which proved altogether too much and with a series of “Fuck….oh fuck….I can’t hold it….fuuuuck.” I saw Steve cum. 

And full marks to our penitent! He didn’t spit! I saw him swallow….twice. He didn’t care for it much I guess, but he went through with it.

Some fumbling with clothes and Steve was dressed.

“Does this make us…you know…queer?” 

“Nah….just….just something we did, you know?”

“D’you think….we will,do,it again?” 

“Fuck off! No….well, maybe….we could…if you wanted.” 

By this time they’d walked out of range among the trees, and I was discovering that kneeling frozen in position on cold damp grass was playing hell with my healed broken leg. I managed to get up, but strangely, I wasn’t horny…more thoughtful. 

I had seen more than one boy worried that his silliness had hurt his friend. I had seen a boy who was experimenting with his sexuality. Trying things. Wanking off another boy is one thing, but sucking him off…and swallowing? 

I think he is at the start of the great journey…

….and I wish him well!