The rest of that year went by pretty smoothly. I got to spend more time with Frank and some of his football pals (including Godzilla dick Mark Ball) and sniff a few jocks while I'm at it. During the summer, I started thinking about a lot of things. About what I'd do once I got back to school. About how all the guys in my grade must look now. In fact, I started to exercise more during the summer with Frank, giving myself a gracious eyeful of his glistening beautiful tan skin. And I found out that he actually does have a brother in my grade whose name is Joe. Now that I think about it, I've seen him around school a few times. I'm pretty sure he was on the lacrosse team and was a little bit taller than me. He was cute too. Who knows? Maybe if I didn't have a chance with Frank, I did with Joe.
But things in sophomore year were already different. This year, I was in much more higher level classes, the hardest of which had to be United States History. Frank had given me some good study habits last year (as well as some "other" habits of the pleasurable kind) but he was no longer my tutor. I had to find a study buddy, and quite possibly a fuck-buddy if I'm lucky. It was 3rd period and I had turned in my test on the American Colonies, sat back at my desk and scanned the room.
Of the sample of male classmates in my class, there only really seemed to be one I could see myself becoming good friends with, and maybe something more: Jon Taub, a boy that went to my middle school. The first time I had seen him was when I had language arts in 6th grade. He was in the period before me and walked out the classroom as I walked in. He did a little dance that I thought was so cute, and his smooth brown hair that spiked at the front looked the same way now. There was one time in 8th grade, when we had an activity in gym class where we were all blindfolded and sat around a table. He put his arm around me and asked in a humorous tone "Is this Jason?". I must have blushed really hard. He's actually on the football team too.
Once class ended I caught up with him. I played it through in my head, what I would say to him and how I would say it. I gave him a little tap on the shoulder to alert him to my presence. He turned to me.
"So... aced or bombed?" I asked. I hope this wasn't too familiar for the first time we ever spoke.
"Bombed. Definitely bombed." His voice, while a little higher and squeakier than the other guys on the team, was still rather deep and masculine. "Dude, that last half of the multiple choice was insane."
"Wanna exchange phone numbers?" I asked him. And we did. After the morning periods were over, I texted him if he wanted to eat lunch with me. We got some food from one of the cafeterias and went outside to eat. We spoke that entire time, just barely finishing our food before the bell rang again. I learned he had a younger brother who was going to be a freshman at Waterford next year.
The rest of that day, I couldn't stop thinking about him. What was he gonna be? Just a study buddy? A friend? A... boyfriend?
School ended and I walked home clutching my backpack straps to my sides, just thinking about the possibilities. I mean, this was really the first time I could actually do something with another guy. I had jerked off before, watched some porn, and sniffed some musky-ass jocks. But this was the first time I could actually do something.
I went to sleep that night thinking about just this, but that's when my phone rang. It was Jon. Jonathan. Why was he calling me this late at night? The hairs on my arm stiffened and I immediately became alert. I answered his call.
I paused for a few seconds before I decided to go with a simple "Hello." My voice faltered a little.
"Jason..." He said in a breathy voice. He sounded half-asleep. His voice was hot as fuck, though.
"Dude..." He paused for a moment. "Fuuuck." He really dragged the second word. I could immediately feel blood rushing down to my dick. It was animalistic.
"Izzi... she broke up with me dude" He said in that same lazy breathy voice. I forgot, he told me he and his girlfriend were having relationship issues. He seemed like he could feel the same erotic tension between us that I could. The air was almost electric. I'm pretty sure I heard something moving on the other hand. And then I realized, he was stroking his dick. He was. I was sure of it. "I want you..." He said into the phone. And that was when I started to leak pre-cum into my underwear.
"Oh yeah?... What do you want to do with me?" I inquired, stroking my now rock-hard dick to the rhythm of our breathing.
"I want to rub my dick all over you." He panted into the phone. "God, you should see the size of it right now." I shuddered at those words. I pictured it. Him in his room. His dick, absolutely monstrous, tenting his covers and starting to leak, a little curved too. His muscular hand stroking it up and down.
"Why don't you put it in me?" I said back. I imagined how a dick (let alone his dick) would feel in my ass.
"How much?" he asked. I imagine his head leaned back, his hand stroking his dick faster and faster.
"A lot" I said, with a slight chuckle. I started to rub faster too.
"I'm putting it inside you..." He said, and he started to moan a little. He grunted deep, but his voice raised every now and then.
"Oh god. Oh yeah." I say, now completely lost in a state of euphoria. My room fades away before me and I imagine myself in his. My body positioned downward. Him on top of me, sending kisses down my neck as he thrusts his massive cock in and out of me, leaving me gasping for air.
"I'm fucking you" He says above me. I quickly turn my head upward to kiss him as he fucks me. His dick deep in my ass, our lips interlocking - we are as connected as humanly possible.
"Oh God. Oh fuck!" He almost yells. I could feel a warm stickiness begin to fill up in my gut as he empties his balls into me. I shoot my load as well right onto his sheets. No doubt they will leave a stain. I open my eyes and I see pitch black. I'm still in my room. I can still hear his breathing on the other end. We just both came. Holy shit. This just happened.
"So, down for the real deal?" Someone said. It was Jon. He gave my locker door a little slam when he said it, which startled me. I hadn't seen him all day at school after our little phone exchange yesterday.
"Dude... I mean last night was hot as fuck but... I thought you were straight-" And then what happened next made me want to melt and die at the same time. He slammed my locker shut and then pinned me against it. He leaned in and gave what felt like the most passionate kiss I had ever seen, let alone had as this was my first kiss. It was long and I was immediately hard. Thank god there was nobody else in the hallway.
Caught up in the moment, I dropped one of my books and bent down to pick it. But then I saw the size of his dick. Not too far off from what I imagined. Bigger, in fact. The thing looked like it had a mind of his own, hard and bulging out his jeans.
"Stay after school." He left hickeys on my neck as he said this. "Meet me at the football field at 6:00 P.M.".
And so I stayed after school. The rest of that day Frank would not stop bothering me about my hickeys, and who this guy was.
I walked onto the middle of the football field and was suddenly turned around and pinned down. It was Jon again.
"You really like to do that, huh?" I joked. There was nobody here right now, so I didn't mind. Was he going to fuck me right here on the field? I got hard at the thought of that.
"I'm gonna fuck you right here." He said and I smiled. "We have a game in an hour and nobody will know that two guys just fucked on their precious football field, shooting their loads all over." He kissed into my neck and then downward. And that is exactly what we did. We fucked and fucked in every position imaginable and shot an insanely large amount of cum onto that field. I stayed on the sidelines and watched the game afterwards. It was so fun and hot watching some of the football players fall onto the grass, only to have part of their gear covered in a sticky white substance. And watching their face of disgust when they realized what it was was even hotter.