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This is a quick start to a story that I have brewing around in my head. If you like it, let me know and I'll type out the rest of it. Leave a comment or email at verytas33@hotmail.com
I wondered what it would be like to suck another guy’s dick. I never thought I’d actually do it though, or at the least, I figured I’d be a lot older if I ever did. I was a fourteen-year-old boy, which meant that I was always horny and jacked-off a good half-dozen times a day. I wondered about a lot of things. I wondered what it would feel like to have someone suck on my dick. I wondered what it would feel like to fuck a girl. I wondered what it would feel like to fuck another guy. I wondered what it would feel like for another guy to fuck me. Like I said, I never actually imagined I’d be doing any of this stuff anytime soon. But I sure did think about it. By the time I started high-school, I’d already come to the conclusion that other guys turned me on more than girls did. I knew, but that didn’t mean that I liked the idea. Especially back then, I just wanted to be normal. And as far as anyone else knew, I was normal. Sure, there were those who had their doubts. I didn’t get called ‘Faggot’, or ‘Queer-bait’ (among others) for nothing. However, I was the only one who knew for sure and I sure as hell wasn’t going to tell anyone. That was my deepest, darkest secret. No one needed to know that but me.
I had a love-hate relationship with Gym-class. I hated sports. If there was a ball involved, forget it. I was always the last picked for the team, and always hoped that my team would be shirts, rather than skins. The only things I did well were running and swimming. So yeah, as a typical gay-boy, I hated gym. But, I loved the locker-room. I loved the smell, the noise, and mostly I loved the chance to see my classmates naked. I had gym last-period, which sucked because our class always had to put all the equipment away for the night. The coach would pick two or three guys to put everything away and send the rest of us into the showers. The day I got picked, there really wasn’t too much to put away other than a couple carts of basket-balls. Only, when I got the carts to the equipment-room, the door was locked. I had to go find the coach for his keys, go and put away the balls, then when I went to give the coach’s keys back, I couldn’t find him. By this time, the final bell had rang and most everyone was dressed and heading out to their busses. I didn’t know what to do. I changed out of my gym uniform and back into my regular clothes, moving rather slowly, hoping the coach would come back. He didn’t. When I looked at the clock, I realized that I’d already missed my bus. Shit! And something wasn’t right. It was quiet. I was alone.

Alone in the locker-room. That thought made me horny. Now I’ll admit, I thought about whipping it out right then and there and pumping out a load. I probably could have done it in thirty-seconds or less (I was fourteen, remember). I went and sat on a bench nearest to the coach’s office. The longer I sat there and smelled the smell of sweaty adolescent boys, the hotter I became. The thought of having to walk home (it wasn’t that far, two and a half miles) with a hard-on wasn’t all that pleasing. I was thinking about going into the bathroom, jacking-off real quick, then heading to the main-office to hand over the coach’s keys. I’d finally made-up my mind and started to stand, when someone came in. I was a little shocked and quite surprised. I’d seen him around school several times in the few weeks since we’d started. I’d noticed him. I’d masturbated while thinking about him. I didn’t know his name, but when I thought about him, I referred to him as, “Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome,” in my mind. He walked to a locker with no more than a cursory glance at me. After dialing the combination into the padlock, he opened the locker and started taking off his clothes. He pulled his shirt off and I sure did like what I saw. I was going to have a great jack-off session when I got home. Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome had a great body. His muscles bulged under his copper-tan skin and there was even a nice patch of hair on his chest. His stomach was so tight it rippled, and I was fascinated by the dark line of hair that descended from his belly-button, down into his pants.
“What the fuck are you looking at, ya little faggot?!” I hadn’t realized that I’d been staring until he called me out. I jumped to my feet, holding the coach’s keys in front of me like they were a holy relic and blurted out the story about how I came to possess the keys and that’s why I was sitting there, waiting to return them. The older boy laughed and said, “That’s where they are. Coach was looking all over for them, but he had to get to a meeting and...” Then I saw the older boy’s gaze move down from my face and his expression changed. When he continued speaking, his voice sounded quite different, “...and he won’t be back for,” and his eyes left me and looked up at the clock. When he looked away from me, I looked down quickly, and was horrified to see the horribly obvious tent in the front of my pants. “At least half an hour.” A devilish grin popped onto his face and he started to unbutton his jeans.
“Come here,” he said, slowly pulling down his zipper. I was a fucking mess. I didn’t know what was happening. All I wanted was to give the coach his keys back and go home. But, I found myself compelled to obey the handsome, tall boy. I stopped maybe a foot and a half from him, just as his zipper reached the bottom and he spread his jeans, showing a big lump in his bright, white briefs. “You want this, don’t you?”
I said nothing. I had no fucking clue what to say. Sure, I wanted it. I didn’t exactly know what I would ever do with it, but I wanted it. He looked down, which made me look down. His hand moved quickly, reaching into the elastic band of his briefs, pulling them out and pushing them down. His cock seemed huge, and by the way it was dangling, I figured it probably even got bigger. Holding his underwear with one hand, his other hand went to my shoulder and applied a bit of pressure. At first, confused as I was, I didn’t get what he wanted. As if he sensed my thoughts, he said, “Get down and suck it.”
It struck like a bolt of lightning. He wanted me on my knees. He wanted me to suck his cock. I gave-up control of myself and did as he asked. I went down to my knees and, first taking a good-look at it (and watching it plump-up a bit), then taking a couple sniffs (which smelled amazing) I opened my mouth. I’ll never know for sure if I leaned in for it, or if he put it in. Either way, before I really knew what I was doing, I had a cock in my mouth. And it didn’t take long for his cock to reach its full potential. It was so big, there was no way I could get the whole thing in my mouth.

Now, this was a very surreal moment for me. I was, in effect, living-out my wildest dream. I couldn’t believe that I was down on my knees with the hottest guy (at least opinion) in school’s cock in my mouth. I remember thinking, This is it. I’m a Cocksucker! And then it hit me that there was now another person in this world who knew my deep-dark secret. And I didn’t even know his name. It was around this point, that he took control. He took my head in his hands and his hips started to thrust. I ended-up with a lot more of his cock in my mouth than I ever figured I’d be able to take. He took maybe a dozen strokes when all of the sudden he let-out a yelp, pulled his cock out of my mouth and slapped me across the face. “Watch your fucking teeth, faggot!” he hissed, then shoved his cock back into my mouth, and waited for me to open a bit more, then started to fuck my face again.
It probably didn’t take him more than two minutes before he came, although for all I knew, he could have been going at my mouth for twenty-minutes. At times, he pushed it in so far that I gagged. Other times, he only poked the head between my lips and told me to suck the head. At one point, he pulled it out completely and, grabbing a fistful of my hair, said, “Suck my nuts, cunt!” Like I had a choice, he pushed my face right against his furry balls. I licked (fuck, his sweaty balls tasted good) and sucked at his big nuts, and was almost disappointed when he pulled my face away from them. But then he shoved it back in my mouth and started to fuck my face again.
The first thing in noticed was that the scent of his body became more potent. Then his breathing started to change. Within seconds, I felt his cock was getting even bigger in my mouth. If he hadn’t had a firm grip on my head, I probably would have jumped-up and ran away when he let out a howl. He sounded like a wounded animal. And that was when I felt the first blast of something hot and thick filling my gullet. On instinct, I started to swallow. Another sound came out of him, sounding more like a grunt this time, and there was a second blast of the thick, hot fluid down my throat. I had to cough that one up, however I did so with the older kid’s big cock still in my mouth, and ended-up coating it, and a good amount of his pubic-hair with the gooey substance. See, I still hadn’t actually realized what he was spraying into my mouth. But, as the third blast popped out of his cock, the realization sank in. I wanted to spit it out. But, there was a big cock in my mouth, so I really couldn’t. And it (well, he) kept coming and coming. I had to start swallowing more of it. I couldn’t say how many wads of cum he pumped into my mouth that first time. There was so much of it, I couldn’t keep up with it and it was dripping down my chin. He held my head on his cock until he was finished coming, then he pushed me to the floor and said, “Now get the fuck out of here, you fucking faggot. And if you ever tell anyone about this, I swear I’ll make you wish you were never born!”

I scrambled to my feet and, as I started running out of the locker-room, I heard from behind me, “Holy shit! The little faggot popped in his pants. Creamed his jeans slurping down my sperm!” When I finally stopped running, I looked down at myself again. The tent was gone from the front of my pants, but much to my horror, there was a big, wet spot right where it had been. I hadn’t even realized I’d done it, but there was no denying the evidence. He was right. I’d shot a load while sucking Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome’s cock.
7 comments

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2014-03-27 06:56:27
More!more! Please more!

anonymous readerReport

2013-07-07 03:14:29
more. i hope this happen to meh xD

anonymous readerReport

2013-07-07 03:14:28
more. i hope this happen to meh xD

anonymous readerReport

2012-08-18 17:27:09
Write somemore plez, I'm so beggin please

anonymous readerReport

2012-08-18 17:25:22
Wow had da same experience wit my crush

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