Disclaimer:
This story contains sexual acts between males (t/t oral, submission). If you don´t like it or it is illegal in your country, please stop reading.
This is my first submission to Nifty. English is not my native language, so please forgive any faults in grammar.
Game-Sessions Part 1
By Ben C.
I was starting to lose the game. I glanced at Jesse, who was sitting beside me on my bed. His handsome boyish face had an excited look now that he knew he was winning. He kept staring at the screen intensely.
"You have so fucking lost the game, Ritch" he said.
"Fuck you", I replied. "I am still gonna turn the tables".
"Hahaha, the fuck you are, fucking fag".
The word "fag" had no particular meaning or purpose in Jesse's language. He just liked to use it, like many teenage boys, as a general insult.
If he only knew, I thought to myself. For me, "fag" meant more, because I knew I was one. But Jesse was not aware of this at the time. Well, at least I thought so.
Jesse had been my best friend since childhood. Now, as we both were turning 17, he was also the object of my desire.
Let me describe Jesse.
6´2", slim, athletic. Dark, straight, half-long hair. His lashes kept falling teasingly over his eyes which I thought was sexy as hell. He had an outgoing character, easy smile and a great sense of humor. Most of the girls in our school drooled after him. And so did I.
Jesse was wearing his usual rocker-style outfit. Black wife-beater, scuffed white hi-top Chucks and skinny jeans with a studded belt. He had a stud earring in his left ear.
Jesse had hooked his long legs so that his left knee was touching my leg slightly.
Suddenly I had a daring idea. I put my right hand on Jesse´s leg so that my fingers were resting on his inner thigh.
"Just keep your focus in the game" I said.
"Fuck you Ritch, you can´t fuck my concentration, fucking fag" he replied.
I didn´t answer but let my hand slide slowly upwards on Jesse´s thigh. This time he didn´t say anything either. I started to move my hand back and forth on his inner thigh, every time ending a bit higher.
Jesse moved restlessly a little and spread his legs so that his thigh was now resting against mine. This caused my hand to slide even higher.
I took a careful glance at Jesse. He was still staring the screen but wasn´t really paying any attention to the game anymore. His mouth was slightly open.
As Jesse hadn´t stopped me so far, I decided to go for it. I let my hand wander higher on Jesse´s thigh until I felt a bulge under the denim. And not only a bulge, but something warm and stiff inside it. I felt his muscles tighten under the well-worn denim when my hand found the outline of his cock.
I turned around and laid down on my side next to Jesse. In a bold move I cupped my left hand directly over Jesse´s crotch and started to rub his groin. I could feel that his cock was getting hard.
At this point Jesse stopped pretending he was trying to play and leaned back on my bed. He closed his eyes and put his hands on the back of his head. My face was now inches away from Jesse´s left armpit. I could smell the sweet odor of his Axe deodorant.
Jesse´s shirt had risen higher so that I could see a couple of inches of his white Calvin boxer briefs. Between the boxers and the t-shirt his flat and tanned belly was now visible. A thin trail of dark hair ran from his boxers towards his cute bellybutton.
I started to fumble with his large skull-and bones belt buckle with shaking fingers. After a couple of frustrating attempts I managed to unbuckle it.
I decided to make sure that Jesse wouldn´t have any second thoughts. I put my hand back on his crotch and rubbed it gently. I found the outline of his cock under the jeans and fondled up and down its length for a while. This caused Jesse to spread his legs even wider. Green light, I thought, relieved.
I switched my attention back to Jesse´s jeans. I popped the top button open and slid the zipper down slowly. His jeans were now completely open and revealed his white boxers.
I could feel the heat rising from his crotch that had been swelling all day inside his Nudie Tight Long Johns.
Feeling now completely free from my previous concerns I slipped my hand inside Jesses jeans. Under the thin fabric of the boxers I could feel his dick. It was warm and hard.
I started to rub Jesses cock lovingly. After a while the fabric under my palm became moist and sticky. I could now smell a strong aroma: a sweet mixture of teen crotch sweat, precum and testosterone. I had never smelled anything so intoxicating before. From that moment I was hooked on the smell of Jesse´s groin.
Jesse wiggled his hips impatiently, demanding more. I was more than willing to grant him his wish, as I felt it was now my duty to make Jesse feel good between his legs. I would bring him the pleasure and satisfaction he deserved.
I took two pillows and piled them by the end of my bed. I patted the pillows invitingly. Jesse squirmed backwards on the bed until his head was resting on the pillows. From his new half-sitting position he could observe my moves better.
Jesse crossed his hands behind his head. I could see that he had recently shaved his pits as only a dark shadow of hair was visible. His pits gleamed with sweat.
I returned to my duties and lifted the hem of Jesse´s t-shirt. I started to caress his flat belly, working my palm down little by little until my fingers met the waistband of his Calvins. This time I went straight to business and slipped my hand underneath the elastics to find the hidden treasures inside.
For the first time in my life I was now touching another boy´s cock. The skin felt smooth and warm. Underneath it was now hard, demanding to be released from the confines of the tight boxers.
I pulled the boxers down with my free hand. Jesse´s dick sprang immediately up and I was able to wrap my fingers around it. I started to jack his sex organ gently.
Jesse lifted his lean pelvis up from the bed. I understood this silent command and inched his jeans and boxers down past his hips.
I wrapped my left hand around Jesse´s cock again and started to rub it up and down. I let my right hand wander around his flat stomach.
He didn´t last long. Suddenly Jesse pressed his hip against my hand and in the next second I could see and feel his cum shoot into my palm: once, twice, and a third time.
We both stayed silent for a while, breathing heavily. Then Jesse pushed my hand away abruptly and got up. He reached into the pocket of his jeans and found a tattered paper tissue.
Jesse wiped his dick and stomach with the tissue and threw it on my bed. Then he put his boxers and jeans back on, buckled his belt and stormed out of the door without a word.
I stayed laying on the bed, feeling confused and ashamed. Most of all, I felt used. On the other hand, I still had a raging hard-on and my boxers were wet of precum.
My hand was covered with Jesse´s cum. I held it to my nose and smelled the slimy liquid. The smell was familiar from Jesse's crotch but stronger.
I stuck my tongue out and tasted Jesse´s cum. It had an overpowering aroma, salty and sweet, the essence of Jesse. I took another lick, then another and another until I had consumed it all.
I knew that I should be angry with Jesse. He had used me and then insulted and degraded me by leaving without a word.
But I couldn´t. I was happy that I had served Jesse well and brought him pleasure and satisfaction. I was grateful for the semen he had given to me. The thought of this combined to the taste of Jesse´s cum in my mouth caused me to come in my boxers violently.
Will Jesse be back for more? To be continued...
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