Homosexual activity between a couple of teenaged boys, at least one of whom had considered himself straight but was having doubts.
I owed Dan. The score was now 2 blowjobs for me, 1 handjob for him, the scale was definitely tipped in my favor.
We got together a number of times in our remaining years in high school, a couple of times a week was the average. The first time we found an opportunity after the blowjob in his room was in Dan's family motor home. It was parked in the driveway beside their house, it was a weekend afternoon on a cool fall day, and Dan's parents and brother and sister were in the house. Dan got the keys and we went inside the motor home.
The privacy, the muffled quiet, the risk of getting caught, it was all very exciting and it took no time at all before we both had monster erections straining at our jeans. The talk never even turned to sex, no dirty magazines to get it rolling, no foreplay, no pretense of hetero frustration.
Our hands were all over each other almost as soon as Dan locked the door behind us. We undressed each other hastily, and stood naked in front of each other, caressing, gripping, tugging, stroking and feeling each other's rock hard cocks, tight scrotums and aching balls. Fuck, this guy was in great shape, and I ran my hands over his chest and arms, shoulders and back, abs and those little muscles under his armpits, feeling the steeliness, finding no excess fat. I was in awe of this masculine, tall and handsome athlete as I looked up at his perfect smile. He seemed just as keen on exploring me.
"You really are in good shape for a such a little guy," he whispered. "Your neck is huge, and these biceps..." I had never even thought of myself that way, I didn't have time to get to the gym. Life itself was enough of a workout for me. His hands found their way to my ass and cupped it as he pulled me toward him, his penis rubbed against my stomach, mine against his leg. "Fuck..." was all he muttered. He ran one of his big hands over my abdomen and down to my erection.
I felt obligated to Dan after that day in his room, and I got down on my knees in front of him.
I stared at the huge cock standing in front of me. It was dripping that stuff again, it seemed enormous. I held it in my hand and contemplated my next move. I looked at the vein on the underside, the brown ring about halfway down the shaft, the pink skin above that and the arrowhead at the top. Big balls. The left one hung lower. Putting my lips on this cock would make it official, I'd be gay. I reached up and held on to his hips and let that thought roll around my mind for a minute.
"Just open your mouth as wide as you can, watch the teeth, and take it slowly." Dan encouraged me. He waited patiently while I prepared myself mentally, but he was getting antsy.
"What the fuck," I thought. "I owe you this Dan," and I put my mouth on his cock.
Rock hard, kind of silky smooth, the head filling my mouth, an unpleasant sour taste from the fluid leaking out, and a strange odor from his pubic hair. It was like nothing I had ever had in my mouth before. I tried not to gag and breathed through my nose. There was no way I'd get the whole thing in today. He put his hands on my head and gently rocked his hips, which really made me feel like a pro, kind of turned me on in a strange way.
I sucked him off for a few minutes. My knees and thighs started to ache. We went over to a chair, Dan sat in it, and I resumed the position, leaning on his thighs for support as he leaned back in the chair, opened up, legs spread, resting his arms on the arms of the chair, enjoying the moment. Low moans and grunts. Occasionally I'd take a break and jerk him off while I rested my jaw, I'd look up at him and we'd talk quietly. We didn't want anyone outside the motor home to hear. He'd offer encouragement, suggestions, and then when I was ready, I'd go back down on him again. I used my hands to feel his body, stroke his cock, squeeze his balls, all the while bobbing up and down on his cock. My own cock had gone soft.
After a time, Dan said I could stop if I was tired, he was a long way from cumming. Gratefully I did. He moved over to a bunk, lay down on his back, and I stood beside him and masturbated him to orgasm. He caught the spurts of cum in some paper towel he had taken with him from the kitchenette. Then we switched, and I got up on the bunk and he stood beside me, looking down at my naked body. Dan started out with a little blowjob until I was hard again, then finished me up with a handjob.
I attempted to perform fellatio on Dan maybe two or three more times in the next few years, never to completion, and with waning enthusiasm. I liked getting it, I wasn't really keen on giving it.
Dan avoided all displays of intimacy, told me he didn't understand how "those fags" kiss each other, and never attempted to fuck my ass. I didn't know what else two guys could possibly do to each other except suck, fuck or jerk, so I felt a little bad that I couldn't satisfy him. Dan seemed content to just get naked and roll around in the sack for a bit, feel me up, get felt, then go down on me when he was ready.
Dan never seemed to mind, after a while when I him a handjob he would lose his erection and I'd end up playing with a limp dick. I felt terrible that nothing I did seemed to turn him on, he didn't seem to mind, he even told me not to worry about it.
"I just like to suck your cock," he said one time. "Why can't you just let me do that, you don't have to return the favor." He told me he'd never blown any other guy before me and was only blowing me, which seemed unbelievable. Why me? He couldn't get enough of my cum.
For my part, I kept dating girls, but every time it would get serious, Dan would call me up and invite me over and after a few hours with him I'd lose all interest in girls for a while. It meant I had nothing to brag about when everyone around me was losing their virginity and screwing all the girls they could, on the other hand I was getting more head than any of them, and like I always say,
"Lips are lips, and an orgasm is an orgasm is an orgasm."