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I didn't want to write that first Jen story 'cause I was afraid what people might think... but I did it anyway 'cause I thought it was too hot to keep to myself. I didn't want to write this one, either, but I've gotten enough positive feedback from those who understand that I think it's safe to continue the tale.

One of my 'rules' for writing is honesty: I don't want to hold anything back, I want to tell everything going on in my mind and body. Often that's meant revealing a lot of personal and even embarrassing details... so, it would be a lie to say that the thought of sex with teenagers (like Jen) doesn't get me hard. It's a typical 'male' fantasy to be the first, rock-hard dick a girl sees and this male is no different.

One of my many jo fantasies over the years revolves around exposing myself to a bunch of willing teenagers and letting them play with my cock and balls. I totally get off on the thought of them watching me squirm and wince to their touch and just explode. Of course I don't do it, it's illegal, but I think it's perfectly healthy and so were my encounters with Jen. She was underage but she always controlled the situation.

My second encounter with Jen was even more dangerous than my first. We planned it carefully through chats and emails. She wanted to meet at the high school. I got an instant boner at the thought. She said she knew a good place to suck me off, an abandoned place in the annex basement. I told her all about my teenage years, reliving what girls did to my woodie in dark, out of the ways places and after that weekend I was dying for her to abuse my boy toys.

Tuesday, the day we decided to meet, I drove to the high school. It was an urban area with a lot of traffic on the road and sidewalk so it was easy for me to 'hide.' I parked a few block from the building itself and just casually walked as if I was a local. I played the perfect bystander, I think, even pretending to tie my shoes to buy time (her lunch started at 11:30 and I was a little too early). All the while a trickle of student passed by chatting.

I was nervous, complete with butterflies in my stomach. I was shaking and shivering in a way that was very much arousing 'cause I kept thinking about what was going to happen....My dick stirred, anticipating Jen's sweet attention, one moment stiffening and the next going limp.

I wore loose, casual sweats and shirt...stuff that would be easy to take off or put on and I wondered if my bulge was noticeable to the girls walking by me actually, I hoped it was. I wanted them to look and point and maybe -- in my fantasies at least -- ask to pull out my dick. Teenagers are very curious and god what I would have done to fulfill that curiosity! Even out in the middle of the street. Sick perverted exhibitionist that I am :)

I passed by the annex and the door just cracked open at that moment. I stopped and looked, it opened wider but it was too dark to see, I grabbed the door. I opened it and smiled.

"I can't believe this," I said, quickly moving into the building.

"I didn't think you'd come." Jen kissed my cheek, I chuckled lowly feeling my shaft rubbing against her body. She held my hand and we walked straight to the head of the stairs.

"I still can't believe I'm doing this," I repeated as we clamored down the steps.

"Getting hard, huh?" she asked slyly already knowing the answer: she scanned the outline of my crotch earlier. Taking her hand from mine she put it to my bulge and palmed my genitals, feeling up and down my rock-hard shaft and fondling the edges of my ball sack. "You're so excited, sweetie," she teased, squeezing my parts.

"You have no idea," I stammered running out of breath as she goaded my arousal. I clasped her hand still, I brought it up to my waist band and eased it into my sweats. Without another hint she located my dick and held me like a joystick, patting her thumb against my cock head.

She giggled and cooed as played with my foreskin and I moaned and groaned to her amusement.

The annex basement was dark and abandoned just as she said it was...she led me to the 'room': a hallway behind the stairs where a spare desk and chair were stored.

"You use this place a lot?" I asked, kissing her lips.

"I've blown a few guys here," she removed her hand from inside my sweats and let it rest around the tent that formed outside. "We can be as nasty as we want."

I heard students in the distance, we were just under the cafeteria. No one seemed to use the stairs and no one seemed to come down into the basement, still we weren't in a real room or anything, anyone could have found us any time.

"Jen... oh god, oh god Jen!" she massaged my swollen glans with her cupped palm through my sweats, it was so arousing I grinded into her hand involuntarily.

"Wanna fuck?" she held my butt with one hand and with the other rubbed against the length of my throbbing cock.

"No," I stammered, "but man I'd love to!" I thrashed my head back as I kept grinding into her palm. "I'd love to shove that cock into you."

She laughed, again easing her hands into my sweats, onto my ass and my privates.

"Ever been caught?" I cupped her breasts, reaching into her shirt to feel them.

"Never."

Just like that Jen freed my cock and balls...my dick pointed straight across, bobbing up and down as it pulsated and my sac was so tight and scrunched up it looked like a little, round bump under my base. She cupped my testicles, squeezing my balls together. She stroked my rod, rubbing intensely from my base to my tip all about my circumference.

"God, Jen, you're so good at this." I was in a daze just overcome by the incredible pleasure she was giving me, I kissed her lips, I brushed my face against her breasts and just as I did that she turned all of her attention to my foreskin. I grunted, tearing up and jerking my body away from her. "Oh, oh," I whimpered almost in pain.

Laughing, she hugged me, patting my naked butt, "Sweetie, I feel like I'm molesting a little boy."

I felt my genitals brush against her bare midriff and I shivered, shaking and thrusting.

I remembered the table and sat at the edge. My legs dangled, I looked at my lap, my cock sticking straight up. I pulled my sweats down to my ankles and spread my legs.

Jen stood between my legs, staring into my crotch.

"I wish I were a little boy for you; I'd love to be molested."

She giggled as she brushed her fingers across my ball sack, "Are you little parts cold sweetie? Want me to warm them?"

I nodded quickly, "You have such warm hands," she cupped my sac, pulling my flesh as far as it could...she bounced my balls.

I winced; there was just nothing like that feeling of being so vulnerable to her touch. "I love you playing with my balls, Jen, I love you."

"Yeah, it's like the most fun I've ever had with a guy."

"You like touching? Playing?"

"Yeah," she knelt a little. "Most guys just pull it out and want me to suck it off, but you let me do just about everything." I felt her breath against my genitals.

"You do it so well, Jen... oh... oh... oh!"

"You look like you're ready to cum!"

I grasped the edge of the table between my legs, "I gotta feel my cock on your lips, I gotta feel... Oh Jen..."

She brought my dick to her mouth. I'll never forget how soft and wet her lips felt against my rough, swollen glans, she kissed my tip, lapping her tongue under it.

I shivered and shook.

She sucked my entire head into her mouth.

"Argh!" I grunted. She was teasing my glans with her tongue.

She pulled my dick out slow enough that I felt her lips, her teeth and her tongue rub along my cock all at once.

"You are so good," I shouted as I squirmed. Again she kissed my tip. "God, you are so good. Argh! Ahhh, god!" I lost all control as she sucked my dick into her lips again.

She thrashed her head back and forth as I bucked. She took me out and rubbed me like she was jacking me off and I whined like a boy, tearing up and telling her how awesome she made my penis feel. Then she sucked me back, I think I was crying as she was thrashing her head and massaging my cock. "Jen," I was out of breath.

"I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum!" I stammered, feeling that pressure at the tip of my dick. I lifted myself up a bit, trembling all the while her fingers were round my head, jerking me with quick, violent strokes. I held my breath and sat straight up with my legs spreading wide, it was the feeling of her fingers massaging my foreskin that put me over the edge. I let out my breath with a long, loud grunt. I came in fingers, shivering with every squirt and every stroke of Jen's firm, tight grip.

For breathless moments I sat back, naked, with Jen's hands palming about my male parts -- there was something so loving and intimate about the way she molested me.

"Wow," I said, sitting up. "You like playing... I like playing, too."

"Yeah," she kissed my cheek.

"Kiss my cock," I begged. "Jen, kiss my cock. Kiss it all over."

She stifled a giggle and cupped my dick with her two hands. She kissed the tip of my foreskin... then rolled it back and kissed the tip of my glans. I must've gotten a woodie right then and there.

"You're just awesome, you're just an awesome girl."

"Yeah," she teased, tickling my scrotum. "Fuck me!"

"I wish... Jen..."

I grabbed my sweats and pulled them up, damn it, if I could've done it over again I would've fucked her. And I promised myself if I ever got another chance with a teenager like Jen, I'd fuck her if she asked.

We walked back to the steps and at the top we hugged again, my bulge was quite prominent and the way she was teasing me about it and feeling it I knew I'd find it very difficult to hide my tent outside in the street. With another kiss and a couple of 'laters' the encounter was over. And that's the last time we met...

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