|This was Timmy and me in our proper place with the neighborhood boys!|
My sissy friend Timmy and I were tolerated -- just barely -- by most of the boys in the neighborhood. They resented us because we were sissies and also because we were close to the hottest girls.
Actually, they sort of did like us, but not in the usual way. As I mentioned before, there had been two boys that Timmy and I had been blowing on a regular basis. By the time we were in high school, of course this onetime secret was spread all around the school.
|Many BJs given in a place like this!|
One kid in the neighborhood had a grandfather who had worked as a mechanic. He owned a garage like the one pictured and kept it just to tinker around in and store stuff. The kid and other boys in the neighborhood and some of his other friends would hang out there and do stuff like smoke cigarettes and drink beer and look at dirty magazines.
There were a couple of couches in there as well as a table. There were lights, but most were kept off because the boys really were not supposed to be hanging out there and certainly could not be caught in there with the beer.
How do I know this stuff? It started when one time one of the boys was lamenting that they could not find anyone to buy them beer. Timmy heard this and said maybe he could get one of his older brothers to buy beer if he said it was for Timmy.
Timmy was successful in getting the beer and was to bring it to the garage one night when the boys were there. Timmy asked me to go along with him. So I got to see the hangout. So Timmy and I were in there, but we were told we had to leave. Timmy said something like "Come on, I got you the beer. And you owe me money." The kid whose grandfather owned the garage said we could stay but would get no money for the beer if we did. It would be our donation to the party.
Timmy said OK. But some of the other boys stepped in and said they did not want us around. Then one of the boys said, wait, let them stay. If they take their clothes off. And they have to give us blowjobs. Ha! I guess they thought that would surely make us get out of there.
But Timmy and I had been naked in front of boys before and, well, also had given blowjobs before. As it was, we were already wearing girls shorts and tops and were shaved smooth. We were already vulnerable. We stayed. We all had a few beers and then even those sissy clothes -- including panties -- came off.
So there was Timmy and me in a garage with half a dozen boys -- could have been as many as 8 or 9, I don't remember -- and we were naked. After some more beer two of the boys began asking for their blowjobs and the other boys were egging things on.
Timmy and I got down on our knees while the two boys sat on the couch and we got between their legs. They pulled down their pants and we sucked them off to the comments and cheers of the other boys. We both swallowed when they came and of course everyone was just amazed.
Timmy and I could not believe this was happening and I think neither could the boys. Yet no one was displeased about what was going on. For a couple of years after that Timmy supplied the beer or wine through his big brothers and Timmy and I supplied the blowjobs when the boys were hanging out. It was not long before boys other than the original boys joined in and we were blowing them all, not just the first two. I bet a couple of times Timmy and I both blew 3 or 4 guys each and we still amazed them by swallowing.
What was really funny though was that some of these boys had girlfriends! I guess they were not getting any BJs from them! These girls never came around the hangout, obviously, but sometimes one of the more slutty girls from school would join in and the boys also would screw her.
Things began to break up after high school graduation and the boys went their separate ways. There were just a few times some hung out there after that and by then Timmy had moved away. I was at a college 30 miles away and went back once for old times sake.
When I am in that town I have to drive over to that garage and get out and look in the windows. The grandfather is gone but someone is fixing cars in there. If they only knew what went on in there!