I've been feeling guilty, so please consider this my anonymous online confession. I am just trying to 'purge' myself of my sins, if you will. You see, I've done a cruel thing to a rather innocent guy. (Actually, my friend Becky helped me do it, but I admit that it was my idea!) We did it to him together.
Just think: Right now that poor sap is at home, hopelessly jerking off... trapped in the cruel cage of lust WE built for him... I am referring, of course, to blow-job addiction!
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You see, Becky and I have been best friends since the 3rd grade, and were in almost every class together through all of High School. We went to the same church, and were in the same youth group too. Every summer, our parents forced us to go to Bible Camp. It was typically boring as hell! In our prepubescent days, we were mostly concerned with sneaking away to go swimming, or exploring the woods. The past couple years, and certainly now that we're both 18, our attention has primarily focused on boys. Mostly on the older, though laughably innocent, boys who attend the camp with us.
At first, our entertainment consisted of the turn of phrase, which made us laugh because our lewd suggestions went directly over their heads.
Me to random innocent boy: "Do you want to COME with us tonight?"
Random Innocent Boy: "Where to? Do you mean the campfire sing-along?"
Becky: "I was thinking more like the deserted bunk-bed in the rec-room attic!"
And so on. Such things were never understood, and we gradually lost interest. Subtlety was not effective.
Last summer, we graduated from semantic flirtation to wearing sluttish clothes. It coincided perfectly with us both growing tits! (Becky went up two bra sizes to a "C" cup. I was locked in a dead-heat with her until the week before graduation, when I outgrew my gym sports bra and strapped myself snugly into the "D" category!) We wore conservative Christian-girl outfits during all the official mandatory camp meetings, but would sneak our bras off as soon as we had free time for activities! It was truly amusing to see the hormone-driven downward glances of these overly sheltered boys that surrounded us! I mean, HILARIOUS! These poor saps had no experience, and virtually no defense against their most basic desires. I bet most of these guys had never even masturbated before! It's one of those things that good Christian boys are not supposed to do. (I never travel anywhere without my two companions: A black rubber donkey-dong, and my VibroWand SX3.)
Anyway, after five days of bra-less camper temptation and five nights of bunk-bed self-service, I had had enough. Not that Bible Camp is terrible; it's just boring as FUCK!
This year, however, was different.
Not only because it was our last year at bible camp, but because we were both so keen to get out of there that we didn't care if we were caught or not! (Also, and I mention this strictly as background, Becky and I had both lost our Virginity that summer, and were eager to hone our skills at fellatio.)
And then there was David.
David had been new to our church two years ago. He was tall, somewhat athletic, and really very quiet. He was just as conservative seeming and oblivious as all the other guys. The fact that we hadn't been through grade school with him, though, lent him a certain... mystery? An allure to be sure. Plus he had a nice smile, and laughed at our jokes, though I'm SURE he had no idea what we were actually saying!
It was on the very first day of camp this year that we hatched our plan. (I all started when I mentioned my thoughts to Becky) Becky and I were sitting on the bleachers watching all the other 'kids' play a soccer game. We were listless. I actually like playing soccer, but NOT with size D tits, thank you very much! (In contrast to the fact that I am otherwise rather trim, these 'babies get to bouncing uncomfortably at even the most moderate jog!) Becky and I sat perfectly still, watching David's hairy muscular legs. Watching his ass in his tight shorts. We traded lewd comments about how his 'junk' tended to bounce forward in his shorts every time he made a fast move. He made a LOT of fast moves! He had nice arms, and strong shoulders. To look at his face made us both laugh: He just smiled as he played! So innocent, so oblivious... (So ripe for the picking, as it turned out!)
After a time, I let Becky hear my thought, "I bet if I sucked him off, he'd come back for more..."
"I bet he'd be delirious... how could he even handle such.. such EROTIC pleasure?" was Becky's matter-of-fact comment.
"I bet he'd go totally 'ga-ga'" I though aloud.
"I'd like to be there to see you 'swallow' his innocence!"
"I bet there's a LOT to swallow! I bet you could help..."
The two of us sat there in silence for a time, consumed with demonic, lustful thoughts of our own.
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As it turned out, it didn't take much of a plan to get started! I just mentioned to David that I needed to talk to him... in private. He was all kind-spirited and glassy-eyed when he followed me up the rec-room attic stairs...
Becky hid on the top bunk and spied on us. It wasn't actually that hard at all... I just kissed him, and pulled my shirt and bra off over my head! While he stood there in shock, it was simple enough to undo his belt, unzip him, and have his shorts and slacks down around his ankles. In short order, my suspicions were confirmed -he had VERY NICE equipment, once HARD!
David just stood there and let it happen.
I could tell from the faint squeaking behind and above me that Becky was masturbating as she watched, but David certainly didn't notice... by that point I'd changed from licking his tightened balls to fully sucking-down his shaft-of-forbidden-pleasure! (Honestly, most of these guys are taught that anything that feels good is ungodly... this reasoning certainly apples to masturbation, and all other forms of sexual delight.) Anyway, Becky and I were treated to a full display of David's morality fighting a loosing battle! He protested meekly, but was utterly transfixed... he looked into my eyes, glanced down at my tits, and just moaned a little to himself when I reached around his ass and tickled his balls from behind...
I let him see me swallow, and then kissed him on the lips. He pulled up his pants, and hurried down the stairs... Becky and I just giggled and giggled... how delicious!
Well, that was pretty much the tactic we used. Later that evening, after dinner, Becky and I sat down on either side of David, who was playing a heated game of checkers with a 7-year-old camper.
"David" I said with wide-eyed earnestness, "Becky has something she wants to show you."
He gulped, looking at her, her curly blond hair covering one eye, her long wavy curls falling over her bare shoulders. She was wearing a white tank top. She pulled a sucker noisily out of her mouth, letting it smack between her wet lips.
"It's true, David. Can I show you something? Upstairs?"
I took over the checkers game, smiling to myself, watching the two awkwardly make their way down the hallway. Not together...but not apart!
So, um, yeah. This time SHE blew him, but she made him jerk off first. Apparently David, like most guys, has an inborn appreciation for seeing his jizz squirt onto a girls tits... and Becky has some nice tits to jizz on, if I should mention! I mean, seriously, just the most perfect, perky attention-demanding tits.. once she takes off her bra, they pretty much aim in separate directions, pointing the way with perfect dark pink nipples... they just stand there on her chest in sheer defiance of gravity (and sanity, if you're a guy!)
