From grade school graduation to high school.

The publishing rules say that everyone in these stories has to be at least 16 so even though the story is totally fiction, everyone in it is at least 16 even if it sounds like they should not be. Enjoy. 😉

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It is only weeks till my college graduation and I’m sitting here thinking back over my life. My name is Paul. I’m from Sacramento and I am about to graduate form UCSD, a big school in a big city. San Diego is a great beach town and UCSD has always been known as a party school. People jokingly say that you can get degrees in surfing, underwater basket weaving or beach orgies. Actually I’m a little bit of a science nerd.

My mind pulled up my first time with a girl. It was at our elementary school graduation. The lower grades and junior high and high school were all separate schools. Our elementary school had a formal graduation where all the girls wore nice dresses and the boys mostly wore suits. After we went up on stage and got our diplomas at six pm, the parents would leave and there was a dance till nine when the parents would come back and pick everybody up.

I was sitting in a chair watching some of the kids dance and talking with a couple of my guy friends when Jenny came up to me and took my hand, “Come on Paul, come dance.” I could dance a little bit so we went to the gym floor and I did my best. I had known Jenny for several years and she was a friend, not a girlfriend. We had done a couple science projects together.

After our second dance, Jenny took me by the hand and led me out of the gym and down the hall. We walked down the hall and she tried doors till one of them opened. It was the door to a janitor’s closet. When it opened she pulled me in, turned on the light and shut the door. Jenny stood in front of me and gave me a quick kiss on the lips.


“We’re going to be going to different schools next year. I’ve liked you for a while now and wished that we had become boyfriend and girlfriend. We may never see each other again so I want to give you something so you will remember me.” She dropped to her knees in front of me, reached out, undid my belt, unzipped my fly and pulled my slacks and underpants down to the floor, exposing my young erection.

At that time I was probably around five inches and didn’t have more that a half dozen small pubic hairs. Jenny took hold of the base of my pecker and slid her mouth over it. I had been masturbating for several months but when Jenny’s lips first touched my cock, it was the most wonderful feeling I had ever felt. I almost shot my load on the spot.

Jenny started bobbing up and down on my shaft while sucking like she was working to get a thick milkshake thru a straw. I didn’t last a minute but it was the best minute that I had ever had in my life up to that point.