I started to leap up, but for some reason sat still. I realized my cock was rock hard and the BJ felt so damn good. I had never been sucked off before... but had experienced wet dreams of girls sucking me.It seemed really weird having a guy sucking me, but damn it sure felt good. Soon I was on the verge of blowing my load. I had to stifle my moans, as I unleashed maybe the biggest load of my young life.The guy blowing me swallowed my load and continued sucking me till he got the last drop.He. Even when I was their age, I never got nothin’ that good. Did ya hear somethin’ about wantin’ our babies?”“Do you think it was real or just a dream?”“Man, I don’t rightly know but it sure seemed real to me.”“Well I think it was just a dream.” What else could I say but that, not that I was certain. In fact, the more I thought about it, the more sure I was that there was some secrets well hidden in Little Beaver Creek. I tried to talk to him some more about this dream and whether he had other. Though she had been with many men, when she had first taken him to bed she found it was a thrilling experience that left an irrevocable impression on the boy. Though his technique was awkward and amateurish, his girth and the feel of it inside her more than made up for what he did not possess. He had an irresistible lost-puppy-dog charm that she found endearing. At the end of the night she took him home and, on her command, he stripped bare. Once more she examined him. His shoulders were small. . . maybe get something to eat or you know do something? Fuck I’m so horny now.” Sam and I looked at each other, each giving the other an approving look. I told her we would love to. Tina looked like a kid on Christmas morning. Sam got up and tried to give her the tip for the private room dance. She pushed his hand back and said something in his ear. I asked him what she said after Tina left the room. “She said that she didn’t want the tip, she wanted the whole thing later.” Sam said. Sam.