So it was the early spring 2006. I had been seeing TJ since February.

TJ was very much the shy 17yr old. Not the stand out of his group but also not the punch line friend. He was very quite and often came off as nervous. He was the same height as me but thin. He had light brown curly hair and blue eyes. His nose was slightly large but not abnormal for his features. He had thin lips and a wide smile.

We had spent the day in town at mutual friends houses. Normal weekends were spent going to his bands practice. Watching horror movies with some guys/men 17-22.

We had parted ways from our friends. He in his purple Acura me in my Mazda. The one he had to help teach me to drive due to it being a manual.

His grandmother uses to make nasty comments at me when I first got it. GM:"if you don't know how you shouldn't have it!" She was harp as I asked him to go reverse it for me. I hadn't quite figured out how to just yet. The rest I had down.

We drove off into the evening about 5 miles out of town. He lived in a small strip of land between i90 and a local back road. An inheritance property. Two houses one that each generation of eldes male inherited. With an apple orchard between the two homes. The grandparents house was large with a pool table in the basement. Had a four car garage that TJ's mother had stored her classic Jauguar car collection in.They had a barn with about 20 head of cattle. Not a large farm per say but they primarily did it as a passive income.

TJ's house was smaller. White with green trim with a small cement set of steps leading up the front door. It had previously belonged to his late great grandparents.

The main entrance was the back door by the one car garage. It also had cements steps. The back porch consisted of shoes and a defeeeze. To the left where two door ways one into the only bathroom or the other that takes one into the small kitchen and on to the rest of the house.

TJs bed room was all the way in the basement and under the back porch. He had a small single bed. I would come over after shows or late Friday nights to watch movies. Some times he had buddies over but the longer we hung out the less they were their for movies.

We would intentionally put on long movies PulpFiction or ReservoirDogs so that when his parents went to bed I could stay till the end.

We had never discussed what we would do or when. Very often we made out for hours and hours.. Oral... blow jobs were pretty new to me. I had always been a tease with my tongue. But not fully working someone so intimately, let alone to orgasum. NOT fully knowing what I am doing and this was before massive amount of porn at your finger tips to watch/learn. My memory of what to do was a jumble of hustler stills and gnarly bush porn bleedthrough channel at 3am.

This night I remembered we had been making out. I began to stroke his cock. Using my spit for lubrication. From my recollection he took a while to cum (20-30min) I remember bending my neck to place his head in my mouth. I began to bob on his cock. My hand working his shaft. I kept time with my head. Bobbing, slobbering, working on his hot load. I could feel the knot swelling in him as I sucked lapping my tongue around his cock, cleaning up all my extra spit so I could re-lubricate. I felt as if I was doing a job and genuinely because it was both of our firsts I wanted him to really enjoy it. As I increased the pace I could feel the knot working its way up his shaft. I began going lower and abd faster sucking on him as I worked with my hands. Suddenly I feel him pulsate hard and a warm fluid begins to be pumped into my mouth. I keep my lips around his head. Catching the offering. Some cream runs down over my hand as I begin to lightly touch his base.

I sit up only able to see him from the glowing TV. I do my best to show him it in my mouth. Then making a big show of it with my mouth open I swallowed it so he could see it going inside and down.

Now realizing how warm I am, I need to pee along with feeling my panties already soaked but in a different manner.

I head up stars hoping his parents are asleep or in their office. No such luck his father is in the only bathroom and his mother is in the kitchen.

I got the agonizing misfortune of speaking to TJs mom for 20min. My face after sex flush, my hands sticky with a mixture of cum and spit. And to top it off every word I said to her in that tiny kitchen carried aromas of her sweet boys sins.