I was in middle school and I knew a little about blow jobs. There was this other guy that was sort of the teacher's pet in class. Kind of the perfect kid that parents and teachers love, but most other kids don't trust 'em. I thought he was real articulate when he spoke, which was why the teacher favored him. He didn't annoy me, and never seemed like a snitch, so I was okay with him, and we would hang-out some after class.
One time we were alone and checking each other out. All random-like he said he was giving free blow jobs that day. I did not stop to question the logic of that offer. I just kind of shrugged my head, and said "Okay, Sure." He told me I needed to drop my undies, he wouldn't do it all for free. But as soon as my goods were out, he seemed to know what to do, so I sat back redeeming my freebie offer.
The boy had very blonde hair, kind of a bright yellowish blonde styled real carefully where every hair strand was just perfectly placed for effect.
As for blowing me, he had a few good moves, tonguing the tip, caressing my balls, then stroking inside my thighs. I wanted a little more friction, so I started to put my hands on his head to control the pumping. I discovered that his hair was so stiff it felt like he had used glue instead of gel! The hair was so brittle that I was afraid it would break if I bent a strand!
Anyway, I moved my hands behind his neck instead of on his head. I have had other BJ's through the years but I still remember that blonde head going back and forth with the hair glued solidly in place.
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