When I was nine, on one unforgettable hot day, the nice lady neighbor, who seemed to take a great liking to me,
asked me if I wanted some lemonade. She was very friendly and asked me about what I dreamed about. I told her, adventures. We became closer friends and she would hug me when I came over, sometimes kissing me on the mouth.

I remember one day she said, "There is a special kiss but a secret one. I will show you if you promise not to
tell anyone. No one must know about our secret kiss." I said, no, no, I will never tell." She took my little
head in her hands and began with our normal kiss but then I felt her mouth open and her tongue went into my mouth and explored the inside of my mouth. When her tongue met mine I felt a special thrill. She pulled back and asked if I liked it. I said, "Oh yes, I do, let's do more."

Not always but often, I would go over to her place and she would tongue me like that. That went on for a few years then when I was 13, my voice began to crack when I talked and she said, "Oh my, you are going through puberty. She had a special light in her eyes. Back then, I had realized that our secret kissing caused my cock to stand up and be noticed, so I told her that and she said, "Oh, let me see."

I knew her better than my own mom so I popped my hard on out and she said, "The little guy just needs the special kiss," taking my entire cock that I had curiously measured out, many, many times at seven inches, into her mouth. Soon, I felt my first big "O" blow into her mouth and our relationship took a giant turn. We began to have sex daily and I could not get enough. She told me often that I was wearing her out but said, "Don't stop." I made love to her until I was 18 and by that time she was in her 40's. When her husband retired from the Navy he came home permanently and they moved away.

I think of her, my great mentor of love, daily. Now in my mid 30's I think of her many gentle gifts to me and how society would punish her for them. Our secret will die with me when my life ends."