Brad

The other day in biology class, a little folded up piece of paper was handed over my shoulder to me. I looked around to make sure Mr. Richardson hadn't seen it. He was still lecturing on the wiles of the hagfish. I slowly and silently unfolded the piece of paper. It was a note from Brad. "We need to talk" was all it said. I was confused but tucked it under the edge of my book. After class, I caught up with him in the hallway.

"Meet me on the nature walk after school." He walked away, he sounded nervous about something. The nature walk was this little winding trail through the woods behind the school. It would be a good place to talk in private. School passed and the time came. I walked across the football practice field to the entrance to the nature walk trail. I looked around and waited. Since it wasn't football or marching band season, the area was pretty empty. I saw Brad coming, backpack in tow. He was a pretty short person, small framed, short black hair, had this lanky walk that made his hips swish back and forth. The thing that made him most adorable was his big brown eyes and this sheepish grin when he would look down at the floor and blush. He did that when I asked him about the note. I had no idea what he wanted, so I waited watching him slowly make his way across the practice field.

As for me, I am 6'1" 195 or so. I have reddish brown hair and sort of fair skinned. Not pale, but will still burn easily - typical Northern European, Dutch to be exact. I'm not especially athletic, but I can manage.

"Hi" was the first thing he said.

"Hi."

"What's the matter?"

He was definitely agitated about something. He kept glancing around making sure no one was around.

"Are you okay?" I asked, clearly confused.

"Um, never mind." He started to walk away.

"Wait- something's bothering you, what is it?"

"Nothing."

"Yeah right."

He stopped and turned around.

"Can you keep a secret?"

"We've been hanging out since we were 12, you know I can."

"Okay."

I waited while he thought long and hard.

"I...I. I can't."

I was concerned for him, because I'd never seen him act like this. What on earth could be eating him like this?

"What? Have you got a crush on me or something?" I joked. He turned completely red, right up to his hairline.

"Is that it?" I asked, turning serious.

He turned to walk away.

"No, wait. Brad, you know that's okay."

He stopped. This time, he looked confused.

"No," he replied, "but I want to try sex."

"And?"

"And I know you. You're my friend and I think I can trust you not to blow this out of proportion."

"What do you want from me?" I was afraid to ask, but if he had balls enough to get this far, the least I could do is hear him out.

"I want you to try it. I'm not gay or anything, but I just want to try."

"You want me to have sex with you?"

He got even redder and stared at the ground.

"I'm sorry, I've gotta go." He said and turned around.

"No, I want to try too."

He stopped again.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. As long as no one finds out...ever."

"So, now what?"

"Are you sure you want to?"

"Do you?"

"Yes."

"Do you know a good place?" I asked.

"Yeah, there's a storage room in the chem. lab we can go to. There's tables and chairs and other stuff, but there should be plenty of room."

"Won't we get caught?"

"I have the key to the whole lab and Mr. Fulmer's got the flu so we won't be back until next week sometime. I'm the manager this year- remember, -I have to go in and clean and straighten up this afternoon anyway. So, no one comes in without my say so."

"Ooooh, such power." I said, not even trying to hide the sarcasm.

He did his little sheepish grin thing. I realized for the first time that Brad really did have sex appeal, albeit in a nontraditional way. I'm not gay, but I still notice.

"That sounds good."

We walked back across the practice field toward the main building. We went to the lab, he unlocked the door, we went in and he locked the door behind us. I realized one problem with us fucking. I was a good six inches taller than he was. But, as we walked back across the field, I'd realized that I secretly did want to fuck him - for real. That thought both aroused me and scared me. He had walked about two steps ahead of me and I noticed how perfect and round his butt was; how slender his torso was, how beautiful his close cut, wavy black hair was; how his clothes were always perfect, how his narrow fingers brushed his pants leg with each step. After working right next to him day after day for two years in the chem. lab, its amazing how you can be so close to someone for hour after hour, day after day, talking to them, working with them, arguing about chemical procedure, griping with them, laughing with them, sharing gossip, but never really 'notice' them. (In two years, we would have had 180 two-hour lab sessions together. So that'd be 360 hours standing right next to him plus 360 hours of lecture sessions in which he sat in front of me. Not to mention time with other friends, other classes, and so on and on.

Brad began with just a hint of a smirk, "Now what?"

I had no idea.

"This was your idea."

By our lab station, there was a table that we sit at and plan experiments and study the outcome. I sat down in my chair and patted my leg. He sat down on my lap. That put us on an equal plain height-wise. I leaned forward and put my lips to his and kissed him. It felt odd, but not overly disgusting. He looked at me and I looked back. Then I kissed him again. This time we both got into it and I felt his tongue slip into my mouth. I jumped back. Hadn't expected tongue.

"What's the matter?" He asked.

"Nothing. Just wasn't expecting your tongue. But, do it again."

So, he did. We kissed for a long time this time, with the sound of our breath against the other's cheek, and the smoothness of my tongue touching his teeth, the roughness of our tongues touching each other. My fingers ran through his hair and down onto his shoulder. I felt the tender warmth of his hand on my head and in my hair. I put my hands around his chest and pulled him closer to me until I could feel the rising and falling of his chest and his breathing became heavier. We broke our embrace. We sat breathing for a moment and stared at each other realizing just how great that had felt. We leaned toward each other and resumed kissing. I put my hands up to his chest, slid them down to the hem of his T-shirt. I put my hands up it and slid my hands along the smoothness of his torso and cupped my hands around his nipples. His hands reached around my neck and were draped over my shoulders. I moved my hands around to the back and gripped his shoulder blades. His hands moved. They went down and started pulling at the tucked in edge of my polo shirt. My belt was tight, so he had to pull hard. I moved my hands back down and rested them on his lower back, just above his pants line. I whisked his shirt up over his head. He lifted up his arms and let the shirt come off. I moved down his body and licked his nipples. Running my tongue along the few fine hairs that were between them, I moved down to his cock region. The denim was well tented betraying a larger than expected prize underneath. I put my hands on his ass and rubbed it through the fabric. I looked up and saw his friendly, familiar face in a whole new light. He was smiling, not in a sheepish way, but in a loving way. His face had such warmth in it. I had never seen an expression like that before. It was both creepy and exhilarating.

I reached forward toward the zipper. I pulled the zipper down. Rather than exposing everything, I reached my hand into his boxers and pulled out his cock. It was semi-flaccid, but growing rapidly. My throat was completely dry and pasty feeling. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it. I held his cock in my hand for a moment; I really didn't know what to do. I put the warm, fleshy shaft in my mouth and puffed on it almost like it was a cigar. Then I started moving up and down the shaft, feeling the roughness of the zipper and the denim brushing against my face each time I went down. I could feel the heat radiating from his body intensify as I continued sucking. I reached my hand up and pulled his balls through the opening. His fly was like a porthole to another universe. I rubbed up and down his thighs with my hands. I figured he would moan or something erotic, but so far he just sat there and watched in stunned silence. Neither of us could believe this was actually happening. I unbuttoned his pants and they fell down around his ankles. I pulled down his boxers to expose everything to the fluorescent light. My hands went back up to his ass, my fingers running up and down the crack. I took my left hand and cupped his balls as I licked and sucked on them one at a time. I put his cock back in my mouth and sucked harder. It didn't take long to figure out what to do. I felt it get larger as I knew he was close. His narrow hips started to buck against my face. His pelvic thrusts were driving my nose into his pubic hair. His cock hit the back of my throat. I pulled back, coughing.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"I'm fine." I put his cock back in my mouth and went back to work.

He was gasping from the pleasure. I put my hand over his mouth to quiet him down, the last thing we needed was to draw attention from passersby in the hallway. I felt the sticky warmth fill my mouth and I knew I had him in me. After the bucking stopped, I rose up to his face and kissed him, letting his cum freely exchange between our mouths. I could feel his tongue raking his juice out from my mouth into his as he made this beautiful groaning sound in his throat. I was still fully clothed, except for my shirt being partially untucked. I moved back down to his cock as I sat back down in the chair. I grasped him on the sides and turned him around so that his little, beautiful, well-constructed ass was right in my line of sight. I remembered seeing a picture of a rim job. It sounded gross, but maybe there was something to it. So, tentatively, I put my lips up to his ass and started licking the edges of the canyon. As I licked, I saw how the light faded to grayness, as it got closer together until it disappeared into the darkness of the center. I saw the fine hairs as they pointed toward the middle. I felt the softness of his ass as I squeezed it in my hands like potter's clay. I always thought asses were firm like a piece of meat, but this one was soft like a pillow, almost jiggly. It puts a whole new spin on Jello. I put my ear up to his ass crack and ran it up and down and rubbed it up against the side of my face. His ass would make a great pillow. I wouldn't mind tucking that under my head at night. I reached up with my hands and spread his cheeks. I put my tongue up to the edge and stuck it out as far as it would go. I touched the edge of his asshole and flicked it with my tongue. Plthewhio. Butt hair. So much for the rim job. I wet two fingers and put them up to the hole. Slowly I pushed them past the sphincter threshold and they went in. I moved them around as I pushed as far in as I could. I didn't feel anything unusual, but suddenly, Brad jumped. I looked up at him hoping nothing bad had happened.

"What is it?" I asked.

"That felt incredible! What did you do?"

"Nothing. Why, what did it feel like?"

"I don't know. Like a sort of shock, except it felt incredibly good. Do it again."

"I'll try. Maybe you'll demonstrate on me eventually?"

"I guess so."

He bent over and put his hands on the edge of the table and spread his legs. He was getting more eager by the second. I reinserted the fingers in his hole and pushed them around again. His ass cheeks clamped down on my wrist with a surprising amount of force.

"Right there! That's it. Do it again." He said in a strained hush. I pushed my fingers upwards in his ass; that apparently did the trick.

"Brad, I think you just had your first prostate exam."

"If all exams felt that good, I wouldn't hate school so much."

I couldn't help but snicker. He released my wrist and I pulled my fingers out.

"If that felt good, imagine what my cock's gonna feel like." I said with a surprising degree of authoritativeness as I stood over his spread eagle backside. While I had been calmly making him feel good, my own cock was on the verge of explosion. I released it from its khaki prison and it sprang forth at attention. I rubbed the shaft of my cock up and down his ass crack. I almost blew my load right then and there. I stopped so as not to. I wanted to know what it felt like to fuck as much as he wanted to know what it felt like to be fucked. I had read enough porn to know that for a man to fuck a man, you needed lubricant.

"Do you have anything to use for lube?"

"There's some soap in that bathroom. Would that work?"

"I don't know." I went into the bathroom and pumped a bit of soap into the palm of my hand and returned. He was standing up; his cock was going soft slowly and so hung at about a 45 degree angle with his body. He turned back around as I approached him. I put a dab of soap on my finger and pushed it inside.

"Oooooooowwwwwwwwww! Shit. Damn."

"What?"

"That burns like hell, find something else."

"What else do you have?"

"Superglue?"

"That would be an awkward position to explain in class tomorrow. Anything else?"

"Why?"

"Your asshole is small, my cock is bigger, so to get it in, I need something to lubricate it."

"Oh, is that all?" He sat down in the chair and rolled over to me. He reached forward toward my pants. I knew precisely what his dirty little mind was thinking. Use my own semen to lubricate his ass. It was nasty, but we had to do something. My cock was still hard and getting harder by the nanosecond. He got up from the chair and I looked confused. He pulled his jeans up and went over to a cabinet, opened it and started rifling around. He pulled out a paper cup and dumped the ink pens in it out onto a nearby table.

"What the hell is that for?"

"Collection." He said, wiping the dust off the inside with his fingers.

"You are kidding, right? What's wrong with collecting it in your mouth?"

He blew air into the cup. "If you shoot your load in my mouth, I might swallow it and then we'll be right where

we started and I don't want any more excuses from you. I want your cock up my ass ASAP."

"Oh." I was a bit taken aback by his assertiveness. Make someone horny and they think they rule the world.

"Okay you horny bastard, at least let me wash the soap off my hands."

He sat in the chair and crossed his arms over his bare chest and waited. I went to the small bathroom and washed up. When I returned, he was spinning like an elementary school kid in the chair. He looked so childlike and innocent, going around and around looking up at the ceiling. He looked like a bored little boy waiting for his mother, not a horny teenager waiting to get fucked by his friend.

"Ready?" I asked.

He seemed surprised and chagrined at being caught spinning in the chair.

"About time."

"I've got something you want - so I've got the power, so you just hold on to your scrawny little ass and bend over." He looked surprised, but did just as I told him; he stood up, grabbed his ass, spread his cheeks and bent over. I grabbed him by his shoulder, spun him around and pushed his naked body onto the table.

"My jizz is going in your ass, so I need yours."

He smiled broadly, put his hands behind his head and relaxed dangling his feet off the edge of the table. I leaned over him and put his cock in my mouth and sucked it hard. Almost abusively, but I could tell by the look on his face, he liked that treatment. Up and down I went, with his pubic hair tickling my nose. I put my hands on his chest and rubbed his nipples and felt them get hard to the touch. I could hear the wet sounds of my saliva on his piss slit, and smell the mustiness of his scent, and the smoothness of his chest, and the sound of my breath against his skin and the hissing of my inhalation. He moaned. The more he moaned the faster I went. And faster and faster and faster until I felt it coming. I pulled up off of him, grabbed his shoulders, pulled him up standing, grabbed the cup and started pumping his wet cock in my hand while I held the cup up to the end. He started to buck in a dry fucking motion, which made the cup hard to aim at. The first blast got on my shirt and some of the floor; but, the second one went in the cup. It was enough for us, anyway.

Exhausted, he leaned back on the table and panted, his chest heaving up and down.

"You wanted to get fucked - you ain't seen nothing yet, buster." I growled. His sheepish grin had been replaced with a coy smile. He stood up. I pushed the few things left on the table off onto an adjacent filing cabinet. I got up and lay on the table. I pulled my pants and boxers down around my ankles.

"Straddle my face." I said commandingly.

He climbed up onto the table and put his ass up to my face. I took the cup of cum and dipped my fingers in it. I put my fingers up his ass and swirled them around. I did that until his ass was leaking cum and it was dripping back down on my face. While I was doing that, he leaned forward and started sucking my cock. Damn that felt good. I just lay there for few minutes, enjoying the situation. An adorable young boy's ass and cock both inches from my face, and his sweet lips locked around my dick.

"That's enough." I said. "Turn around and ride me you horny bitch." I couldn't help but laugh at my sad attempt at a porn voice. He got up into a crouched position and faced me. I guided him down onto my awaiting cock. Then I laid back and put my hands behind my head and watched. He started slowing going down. I could feel the warm pressure of him progressing down the length of the shaft. He put his hands on the table and lifted himself back up again. Then he started picking up speed up and down he pumped my cock into his ass. He was supporting his weight mostly with his hands on the table, but a lot of the movement came from his surprisingly powerful legs. He closed his eyes and furrowed his brow, I could hear him sucking his teeth; and I could tell it felt as good to him as it did to me. I watched as his rock solid cock bounced up and down between his spread legs. I reached down and stroked it, using his movement to pull it through my fingers. After a while, I felt myself getting close, so I lifted my right leg and turned sideways dumping his pulsating body off into the chair, which rolled and bumped into the counter where the glassware was.

"Get on your knees." He did. I got off the table and stood over him, my cock pointing out over his smooth hairless back that rose from his narrow waistline. I knelt down behind him and put my cock in his ass. I put my hands on his sides to guide his ass to my cock. I pumped into him some more. With my cock fully inserted in his buttocks, I grabbed his shoulders and we both managed to stand up. I pushed him over to a wall and shoved him up against it. I heard him grunt as his cock started being jammed into the wall. My thrusts became stronger and wilder. This felt better than I ever imagined. We couldn't decide which position was better, so we tried the floor again. He was once again back on his hands and knees. I reached between his legs and started jacking him off. Then I moved my hands up to his shoulders and held on like I was riding a bronco at the fair.

"Fuck me, fuck me" I could hear him whispering, "Oh yeah. That's good." He was saying it so softly, I wasn't supposed to hear, but I did. I was slamming my cock into his ass as hard as I could. Just in time, I pulled out again. I stood up and sat back in the chair.

"What's the matter?"

"Just admiring the view."

He stood up with his arms dangling limp by his side and a look of confusion on his face. I rolled the chair over toward him and with my legs I pinned him up against the table. "Your turn." I spread my legs by putting my legs on the edge of the table on either side of him, "Where do you want me?"

"I guess you can get on the table."

I stood up out of the chair and sat on the edge of the table. He grabbed my legs and put them on his shoulders. He guided his cock straight to my waiting asshole. He pushed in. I realized instantly that he'd forgotten the lube. He was so into it, he didn't notice. So, basically, I was getting dry humped. I didn't hurt as much as I thought it might. But the look of intense pleasure and ecstasy on his face made any pain worth it. So, I just leaned back onto the table. Then I got tired of being dry fucked, so I pushed him away. He came right back toward me. I put my legs down on the floor. I pickup the cup, put some of his cum on my fingers and lubed up my own ass. After that, I put the cup down and raised my legs up again. He grabbed my ankles and started fucking me again. Much better. He kept thrusting against me until I felt his warm juice flowing into my asshole. It felt better than anything I'd ever felt before. I'm glad he sent me that note in class today - who'd have guessed how my day would have turned out.