I was 12 years old, athletic, with a firm but mature young body and tight arse. Some stayed much longer than was good for them, moving onto some of the exotic, highly alcaholic, and fucking expensive cocktails, for which the bar had become famous. I didn’t want to be seen as a wimp [my Dad was known as a hard drinker] so I just downed it in one. Bob’s arms were around my bck, and he began to kiss me and suck my neck, leaving hickies, when I felt Bernie’s weight on me. “Let’s have a toast” said Bernie, “to Benji’s becoming a man. I didn’t notice Bernie slipped away and locked the outer door! My young 6 inch cock sprang to attention [I didn’t know why but it was fairly normal these days] and Bernie slid his mouth over my cock, taking it completely into his mouth.
