I went to bed that night slowly cooling off my hot lust. The next morning, I felt as if I had a hangover. Not too much booze, but too much hot sexual feelings. I decided that I was not going to be Andy's plumbing connection, ready whenever he wanted to turn me on. I was not even sure I wanted to carry on gay sex in the future.
Yeah, I was half in love with the guy. He exuded sex. Just coming near him got me half hard and breathing heavily. His powerful physique, his piercing gray eyes, that determined, yet full mouth and the body, slightly hairy, except for his downy legs, soccer legs I dubbed them in my mind.
Keeping away from the hot boi was the only way. He was in my homeroom. I glanced back because I could feel his eyes boring through the back of my neck. He gave me the palms up gesture that mean, "What's going on?" I turned back and didn't respond. Several times we passed each other in the halls and on the paths leading to and from the school. I kept my head averted and talked animatedly to the guy I was with.
I had a few friends. No sex. No mention of gay stuff. I think that Andy thought I was cheating on him with other guys. In fact, I thought he gave me miserable looks. I think the guy was in love with me.
A few days later continuing this avoidance, I opened my notebook in homeroom and found a note in his scrawly handwriting. What a jock! It read, "Terry, what's up. Let's get together at my house. It's empty in the afternoon. Come right after school. I'll be waiting and ready. If you don't show up, forget about seeing me again." It was unsigned, but who else would write it?
All the rest of the day, after receiving this note, I wrestled with myself. Part of me decided not to go, because that would be like begging to be his boi-to give in. But part of me yearned to have another contact with Andy. He was like food for a starving man. So, as you guessed, my prick won out and I walked to his house, at the address on the note.
I got there and climbed up the wooden front steps, onto the open porch and stood in front of the screen door. There was a note on the screen in his babyish handwriting, "Door's open, come in, and go up the stairs, and first door on right."
The fucker was making a treasure hunt out of this. I climbed the noisy, creaky wooden stairs. The door on the right was open. Of course he could hear my progress up the stairs. He called out in a husky voice. "Get totally undressed and come in."
Why did I follow his orders? You tell me? I must be nuts...but I did it. I left my shorts, tee shirt and slides just outside the door. My prick was already beginning to stiffen. Inside, he was sitting on a battered easy chair. He was wearing a ratty chenille robe, I wasn't sure what he had on underneath, but his gorgeous hairy legs were fully exposed and those feet...hairs on the top of the instep, fat straight toes, yum.
His face was flushed. I think he must have been worked up waiting for my hot mouth. His eyes ate up my cock that was now almost at full mast. I have a somewhat unusual penis. It is long, about 8 and a half inches. It is exactly the same diameter from head to base and it curves in an arc.
"It's a beauty," he said breathlessly. He opened his robe. He was nude. His jock cock was stiff and jumping. "You want some of this?"
"I'm not your boi. Yes I am horny as hell, but I can hold out. I think I'll just leave now. This is not the way I want things to go."
He sat up, shrugged his robe off his broad shoulders. "I can see that you are excited. Would you like me to give you a few rubs, then you can blow me?"
I stopped dead in my tracks. This was unexpected. I couldn't imagine this jock boy willing to touch an other male's organ. Shit he must really be desperate to get me on my knees, but...But I was needy as hell. Just some attention from Mr. Hottest in school was better than a double ice cream float. "Ok-a-a-y," I said warily, and I moved up closer. He was on the edge of his chair; his knees splayed out, his cock up in the air and his heavy balls hanging there.
He studied my cock, now so stiff and needy, it almost talked out loud to him. I watched him carefully, in case he got cold feet, but at least, as he put a finger on the tip, his hands weren't cold. He muttered something. "What's that?"
"I said that your cock is exactly like my older brother Casey's."
"You see your brother hard like this?"
But he didn't answer. He dipped his finger in my leaking cock. Just that swipe made my eyes cross. He put it under his nose. "Smells like Casey's."
"Is that good or bad?"
No answer, but his eyes looked up at me. They glistened. His tongue was slightly protruding and he was gasping with the difficulty in breathing. "What's wrong?"
"The odor, it just gets me."
I realized now that the tough ball player was like a little boy. My pre spooge seems to hypnotize him. Suddenly I felt strong, dominant, in control of the situation. I took a deep breath and took a risky chance. In a strong voice, I said, "Lick it!"
He started to get up. He looked a little angry, and then he sighed and sat back down again. His big pink tongue stuck out of his mouth. He gave me piss slit a big wipe. Oh shit, I almost brimmed over. Just seeing him like a doggy was killing me. He seemed to have forgotten about himself. My cock was conquering him. I pressed my advantage. "Andy, suck it. Now!"
He didn't miss a beat. He leaned forward and took the whole thing into his mouth. This guy had done this before. His brother must have trained him. He sucked wildly, groaning and moaning around the shaft. The vibration was getting me closer and closer. That big lapping tongue seemed to be wrapped around my cock and the gentle up and down motion accompanied with suction made it the blow job I always dreamer of. I found it time to stop thinking so much. I put my hands on his buzz cut hair. I rubbed it like I was boss. I began rocking my hips, fucking his mouth.
There was no question but that he loved every minute of it. I took the next, really risky step, just because I was feeling drunk with power. "Andy-dandy. You are such a lady-boy. How you love cock. I bet you want my sweet man cream."
I couldn't believe it. He nodded as he sucked. I grabbed his chin and lifted his face. His mouth was wet with his saliva; he eyes were crazy with lust. "Tell me that you want my cum."
"Please let me taste your cum."
"Play with my balls," I groaned.
He took my balls and began tickling the back, and then he swung them back and forth gently. He never left off his rhythm, up and down, suckle, suckle. I felt my eyes closing as my orgasm began. My knees locked. I felt a buzzing beginning in my thighs and then racing up to my balls and then I let out a hoarse shout, "I'm cuming you son of a bitch. Swallow it all."
There we were. Me pumping my hips and mewling like a calf, and Andy crying with pleasure as he swallowed gulp after gulp of my boy cum.
I started to sag as my knees gave way. He held the back of my legs. "Put your hands on my shoulders for support. Boy when you cum, you cum. I thought you would pass out."
When I could breath again I said, "I guess you want me to do you now."
No answer, but he pointed down between his legs. There were about four gallops of thick cum glistening there. He was blushing furiously.
"You came just from blowing me?"
He nodded sheepishly. Then to change the subject he said, "Casey used to fuck me. You want to try that?"
"Sure, anything for a bud. But gotta go now, lot's of homework."
I quickly grabbed my clothes from outside the bedroom door. I slipped them on, and then gave him a brisk salute, "See ya."
End
Now don't get mad at our formerly sweet Terry. He is just finding out that he might be a quiet guy usually, but when it came to sex, he was a top.