Timothy Eggleston's graduation party was nothing like he had expected, because the introverted nerd figured that it would just be a bunch of his relatives who would all fuss about him, telling him how adorable he was and praising his high school academic achievements which had nearly been good enough to make him Valedictorian.
There was plenty of that backslapping, but several of his classmates had also showed up, and that surprised the geek since all through his teens these people had treated him more like a mascot than a friend and put him through way more than his share of pranks and teasing. The combination of terminal shyness, nerdy looks and being a holy roller made high school hell.
When one of the more popular guys took him aside about halfway through the dull affair, Timothy figured there was something going on that would end up in embarrassment for the 18 year old, such as yanking his pants down in front of everyone. He was right about that, but not in the way he had feared.
"Hey Egbert," Ross said, referring to the nickname that Timothy had picked up long ago and loathed. "Gotta talk to you."
"We all got together and decided that you were such a good sport all these years, putting up with our crap," Ross Barnes told him as he put an arm around his shoulder away from the crowd, "and we decided you deserved a present. Something we're sure none of your relatives would give you, and something we're sure you haven't had before. You know Angie right?"
"This is a joke, right?" Timothy asked as he pushed his glasses back up his nose while looking at the girl who was rather legendary at Hoover High, and even someone as square as Timothy had heard the stories.
"No, Angie thinks you're cute. Always has, and when we suggested she give you a special present - well, we told her a little about you as well - but she said she'd love to," Ross explained. "You've never gotten your cock sucked before, have you?"
"No," Timothy replied, not wanting to admit that someone had done that once a while back, but it was a older man who had been a counselor at a summer camp and not a girl, and while Angie was no beauty, with acne and a body as scrawny as his own, she was a girl. "But we aren't married or even engaged so that's very wrong."
"Why don't you just sneak away when nobody is looking then? Walk back into the woods in the back of your yard and wait for Angie. She knows those woods like we all do, and there's a nice quiet and secluded place we use for parties and stuff. You can just talk to her if you want. Otherwise people will think those rumors about you are true."
"They aren't, but I know what happens back there," Timothy nodded, because he had heard the shouting and laughter coming from back there as he sat at his bedroom window and in weaker moments almost wished he was back there, and he had ventured back there some mornings and seen the empty beer cans and other evidence of their parties.
"Angie will take you back there and when you come back you'll be a changed man," Ross assured him, so Timothy did what he was told and sure enough, a couple of minutes later gum chewing Angie worked her way through the brush to meet him.
"Can't believe they talked me into this," Angie Panetta mumbled under her breath when she saw Timothy standing there with his eyes bugging out of his head, and as she got up to the boy she smiled and said, "You look like you're going to the electric chair. Relax. I'm going to suck it, not bite it off. Let's go."
The girl took Timothy by the hand and led him to the clearing where there was a big stump that was used as a table, and when she let go of Timothy's sweaty hand she told him to take his pants off.
"Here?" Timothy croaked. "Besides, I thought we could just talk. The youth group at church is having a retreat and if you would like to attend..."
"I'll pass. Of course right here Egbert," Angie replied. "Even though I think the guys are yanking my chain about you.
"Could you call me Timothy? he asked meekly.
"Whatever," Angie said as she snapped her gum, and then came the arduous task of his shaking hands undoing his belt and letting his pants drop to his knees.
After stepping out of his slacks Timothy stood there holding the elastic of his boxer shorts which swam on his skinny frame, finally managing to ask, "This is very wrong. You aren't going to laugh at me, are you Angie?"
"I'm going to leave if we don't pick up the pace here, because the bugs are eating me alive" the girl declared as she slapped her wrist, but when she saw the look on the nerd's face she lightened up. "No, I'm not going to laugh at you. I've seen plenty of cocks before, and I've heard a lot about yours."
"You have?" Timothy responded, wondering how anyone could have seen him since he hadn't taken gym glass since his freshman year, when the teasing had forced him to feign an illness to his doctor to get out of the class.
"Yeah. C'mom man," Angie said as she watched the kid's bony knees knock, and then to kill the tension she asked, "You shave your legs Timothy?"
"No," he mumbled while trying to get the nerve up to drop his boxers, his neck burning when he heard the girl say what the guys often had to him, but finally Timothy closed his eyes and dropped the boxers.
"Move your hands dude," Angie snapped, and when he did the girl spat out her gum and let out a low whistle.
"They weren't kidding. You do have a pretty big one," Angie observed as she came up to the teen and took hold of his flaccid penis, and after giving it a tug she smiled as the elastic nature of the limp dick allowed it to stretch out. "Damn. You got one hell of a cock on you. It's like a freaking elephant's trunk."
"What's the matter? Doesn't this feel good to you?" Angie asked after a minute of pulling produced nothing.
"Nervous," Timothy responded, although terrified would be a better description of how he felt.
"Don't be. Here," Angie said as she moved behind the lad and reached around his hip, and as she kept pulling on the spongy cock in her fist the girl looked down over the shorter Timothy's shoulder at what she was doing. "I like standing behind a guy like this. It's like I'm pretending I have a cock."
"There, I can feel you getting hard now," Angie said as her fist began moving on a semi-erect organ. "It's awesome the way the knob of your cock pops in and out from your foreskin. Can't wait until I get this one-eyed trouser snake hard so I can suck it. Keeps getting longer every second."
"Oh!" Timothy groaned.
"Don't you..." Angie managed to get out before the boy in front of her moaned while his body started shaking, and then a long rope of semen spurted out in front of them and onto the grass, and although Angie cursed she kept milking the teen until he was finally spent, only then letting go of the limp organ and shaking her wrist to get rid of the semen on the back of her hand.
"Why didn't you tell me you were gonna cum?" Angie said in scolding the crestfallen teen who kept saying he was sorry, and then Angie told him it was alright. "We can tell them I gave you head, okay?"
"No," Timothy snapped. "No one can know anything about any of this."
"Well we can't stay back here all day until you can get it up again, can we?" Angie declared.
"No, I mean I can - you know?" Timothy claimed. "Again I mean. Really fast."
"Have a lot of practice?" Angie snickered.
