Their story became the stuff of family legend. Hal was the bank president's son and their only child, a cool, poised teenager, new to the community, b...t already at ease in the high school whose movers and shakers had soon realized that this 12th grader would make a name for himself. And that he did. A bit over six feet, blue eyes, a somewhat square face, auburn hair worn short, perhaps to appease his parents, but he never admitted that, nor did his new friends ever ask him. Too light for. “No, that tickles!” he says as I do it again on the other side. “Oh really? Does this?” I lick him again on the first side again. “Yes.” “How about this?” I ask as I gently drag my tongue from base to tip of his cock. “Mmmm, no,” he moans. “That just feels good.” I grin and lick him again, then I take the tip of his cock into my mouth, letting my tongue rub over his tip, over and over. I am rewarded by moans and squirms of pleasure. I suck on only his cock head, dipping my tongue into the tip. When I began it, had scarcely read a bawdy book, none of which, excepting Fanny Hill, appeared to me to be truthful: that did, and it does so still; the others telling of recherche eroticisms or of inordinate copulative powers, of the strange twists, tricks, and fancies of matured voluptuousness and philosophical lewdness, seemed to my comparative ignorance as bawdy imaginings or lying inventions, not worthy of belief; although I now know, by experience, that they may be true enough, however. I reached up with my thumb and forefinger to his cock head to simulate the motion of my lips so I could speak without losing him, "Do you want to cum fast honey?... or do you want to slow it down and we can play. It's your call, baby. You won't be selfish, because your cumming will just about put me over the top," I asked."Get me off now, otherwise I may just shoot while we're playing"he said as I replaced my lips over the head of his beautiful dick.Our last alone and private moment was up in.