IN THE BOYS' ROOM BEFORE SCHOOL, CHAPTER 2
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"We better get going, little man," Jodie said, almostsadly. "The first buses are probably already pulling in, and other hornyfuckers will be coming in here to beat their meat." That made me laugh.
He leaned in and gave me peck on the lips. "I'm gonna go,"Jodie whispered, pausing to savor the hint of our combined cum. "Wait a minuteor two before you walk out, OK?" I nodded.
He stepped outside the stall, and then poked his head backin. "Look for me after school," he said with a grin. "We'll have some morefun."
I stared at myself in the restroom mirror, wondering whetheranyone would notice the glaze of drying jism beneath my nose. "Cum-stache," Iwhispered to myself. That faint bleach smell, familiar to all teen boys, andany mothers who clean their sons' bedrooms, lingered in my nostrils. I lovedit, knowing part of it came from Jodie Redgate.
My sticky little boner throbbed in my jeans as I pressed itagainst the cold porcelain sink. I continued my thrusts, wondering if I couldshoot a third load before anyone walked in. I knew the risk, not only ofgetting caught, but of staining my pants for everyone to see. However, I feltlike a new man -- OK, new boy -- after what I'd done in the stall with Jodie.Bold and horny, in that moment I didn't care who saw me. That is, until therestroom door burst open, jarring me out of my trance.
I quickly washed my hands, careful not to make eye contactwith the two older boys who stepped up, side by side, to the urinals. I caughta glimpse of one boy's dick in the mirror's reflection; soft and fat, it lookedsmaller than Jodie's, but definitely larger than mine. I forced myself to stopstaring, and hurried past them before they could finish.
The school was stirring to life, with students from theearly buses now trickling into the cafeteria. I recognized some of the faces,including Tommy Riffle's, but I was more focused on retrieving my backpack fromthe table where I left it, in part to cover my hardon, but also so I could makea bee line to the computer lab.
Mr. DiGarmo had only just turned on the lights in the labwhen I dashed in the door, the strategically placed backpack still covering myboner. I paused only to sign a sheet of paper on his desk before making my wayto the row of computers lining the far wall. Although my boner was hardly largeenough to draw much attention, I'd witnessed the humiliation of enough boyswhose erections were called out for public ridicule that I felt better beingseated, with my back to everyone.
I pulled my outline and notes from my backpack, turned onthe computer, and then started to work on my essay. Well, I made it as far asthe title and my name before my mind drifted back to Jodie, my throbbing dick,and the underwear and shirt that had begun to stick in places to my skin. As ifit had a mind of its own, my hand slinked beneath the desk, found the lump inmy denim and squeezed, while I nervously glanced around, confirming that Iwasn't being watched. DiGarmo was reading the newspaper at his desk, while somegirl was clacking away at a computer in the front row, her back to me.
Hunched over the keyboard, I eased down my zipper justenough to slip a finger inside, and beneath the seam of my Y-fronts. The smellof cum wafted up. Making contact with the hard, tacky flesh, I rubbed back andforth while trapping my balls between my thighs. I moaned softly, and thenjumped, my heart stopping, as I heard, "Working out a little problem, Bayless?"
My cheeks burned as I yanked my finger from my fly.Frantic, I turned to find my friend Scott Watson standing just over my rightshoulder, smirking. "Fuck, Scotty!" I hissed. "You scared the shit out of me!"
Sitting at the computer beside mine, he clucked, "That'swhat you get for jerkin' the gherkin in the fucking computer lab, Bayless."
"I wasn't," I mumbled, knowing before I even saw his raisedeyebrow that I wouldn't be able to lie my way out of this one. I was caught,but at least it was by Scott. God knows I've walked in on him jerking offenough times, in his bedroom -- hell, in MY bedroom -- in his garage, in hisliving room. Not that I minded.
Stocky, with olive skin and a mop of brown hair, Scott hadlived down the street from me since we were both 9 years old. We became fastfriends, and when he discovered his mom's yellowed copy of "The Joy of Sex"stashed beneath the sink of their downstairs bathroom, we pored over theillustrations of sexual positions, and read aloud (in hushed tones) countlesspassages. What began with us not-quite-covertly squeezing our boners throughour jeans quickly escalated to open, unapologetic masturbation, sitting side byside on the ratty old couch in his family's basement rec room. I was of courseexcited to see Scott, or any boy, half-naked, but it was his foreskin thatimmediately drew my interest. Thicker, but only a little longer than my own,his uncircumcised penis was nevertheless so different. Following a barrage ofquestions that spanned our first three or four sessions, Scott finally allowedme to slide his foreskin up and down, over the head, bringing him to climaxwith a moan of appreciation. I was occasionally permitted repeat performances,but mostly we just stroked our own dicks as we sat together, Scott absorbingevery illustration in the book as I memorized every detail of what jutted frombetween his chunky legs.
Long story short, Scott finding me fingering my hardonwasn't a big deal. But then he began to sniff the air. "Damn, man," he giggled,"did you just shoot a load in your pants?" He leaned in, conspiratorially, andcontinued, "It smells like jizz in here."
My face flushed, and I avoided his gaze. "It's worse thanthat stiff old sock we found under your brother's bed," Scott added, then burstout laughing. "You've been whipping up batter all morning, haven't you, Bayless?"He playfully elbowed me before adding, "S'OK, I banged one out in the shower.But when I do it at school, I blow my load in the toilet, not in my pants."
Scott was uncharacteristically quiet while he waited for meto meet his eyes. He grinned, and whispered, "What I'm saying is, you stink,dude." Unable to help myself, I joined him in his laughter, at least until Mr.DiGarmo bellowed for us to quiet down.
Despite Scott's comments, I managed to convince myself thatno one else would detect the smell of cum, or at least identify it. I continuedto work on my essay, enduring only the occasional jerk-off motion from Scott,until the first bell sounded, signaling the beginning of the school day. Igathered my papers and backpack, and, with a hoarse reminder from Scott to"Keep it in your pants, Bayless," I headed to American Civics. As I wassettling down, I heard the boy behind me whisper something about cum to the kidin the next desk, but I busied myself with my textbook and pencil.
The rest of the day went pretty much like that, with theoccasional classmate catching a whiff of the telltale aroma, but it wasdifficult to know whether they could pinpoint the source. After the initialembarrassment, I became aroused by the idea of those nearby smelling JodieRedgate's jism on me. I got so many erections over the next several hours thatmy stiff little dick ached. It only got worse by last period, when I begancounting the minutes until I would see Jodie. The excitement turned to a sickeningnervousness as I worried that, after he had his fun this morning, he might nolonger have any interest in me.
When the bell rang, I rushed out of the classroom as if I wererunning late for the bus. Knowing where Jodie's locker was, I threaded my waythrough the mass of bodies. I finally found him, joking around with TommyRiffle and a few other juniors and seniors as they put away their books. Theknot in my stomach eased as Jodie caught sight of me and smiled, then with anod beckoned me to join them.
"Hey, man," he said as he caught me in a playful headlock."Guys, this is Will Bayless' little brother, Micah. I promised Will I'd givehim a ride home." I waved meekly as the others acknowledged me. Jodie pulled meclose and whispered in my ear, "You smell like old cum." My face burned withembarrassment, but then he leaned in again and added, "It's fuckin' hot." Hereleased me with a good-natured shove, and then asked above the noise of thecrowd, "You ready to go?" I nodded, and then Jodie placed a hand on myshoulder, to guide me through the throngs in the hallway.
We walked out the back door and into the first studentparking lot where, just three spaces down, loomed Jodie's red Ford truck,perched atop ridiculously oversized tires. He opened the passenger's door andsaid, "Hop in. little man." Straining, I placed one foot, barely, on therunning board, and then felt a hand grip my ass. With a light squeeze, Jodieraised me up, and guided me onto the edge of the seat. "Watch your foot," he cautionedas he closed the door. Moments later, he effortlessly climbed through thedriver's door and settled in behind the steering wheel. "Ready?"
With that, he revved the engine, obviously showing off forme -- and I loved it. He backed the pickup out of its parking spot, then weavedaround as many potholes as he could on the way out of the lot and onto thestreet. But instead of turning right, Jodie went left, and then took a rightonto the gravel road that cut through the sprawling cemetery that neighboredthe school grounds, a forbidden shortcut that was nevertheless frequently usedby students.
I bounced in the seat with every bump, grinning as I took inthe surroundings from my new vantage point, and basking in the attention fromJodie. He watched me out of the corner of his eye and smiled. "Like it?" heasked, as he reached over and placed a hand on my leg. "You can move closer,y'know." I nodded, and scooted to the middle of the bench seat. "Right next tome," he added as he crooked his arm around my shoulders and drew me right upagainst his side.
"Relax, we're high enough up that most people can't seeanything," Jodie assured as he shifted gears. His right hand returned to myleg, and lightly stroked the denim. "Sometimes, I just drive around, jerking myhard cock out in the open. Once in a while, some trucker will catch me, but alot of `em like that shit."
When we arrived at the other end of the cemetery, Jodiestopped the pickup, and, as if to illustrate his point, unbuckled his belt andunzipped his jeans. With a devilish grin, he pulled the waistband of his briefsbelow his balls, exposing his thick, semi-erect cock. "There, that's better,"he declared before returning his right hand to the gearshift and turning leftonto the street.
Uncertain of where we were going, as my house was in theother direction, I swiftly brushed away any concerns, and instead focused onJodie's mouth-watering dick. It twitched, nearing its full hardness. Jodieglanced at me and grinned. "Go ahead, baby boy," he whispered. "You know youwant to."
There was no doubt about that. My hand shaking, I grippedthe hot tube of flesh. Jodie let out a low moan as I lightly stroked his dickto its full six inches before releasing it, but only to run my fingers throughhis dark bush and then caress his pump balls. Jodie's breathing became ragged."That's it," he gasped. "That feels so fuckin' good, li'l bro."
With those last words, "li'l bro," a moan escaped my lipsand my little spike, somehow, seemed to grow harder in my pants. I didn'tunderstand why at the time, but Jodie certainly did.
Grinning broadly, he said, "Oh? You like that? `Li'l bro'?"I could only nod as I continued to fondle his dick and balls. "You aren'tpretending I'm Will, are you?"
My head shot up so quickly that I thought I may have pulleda muscle. "No!" I insisted, a little angry, despite my arousal. "He's anasshole."
His eyes on the road, Jodie hugged me with his free arm andchuckled, "I'm just fucking with you, little man. We can play like I'm your bigbro, if that's what gets you hard. It makes me hard, too."
I blushed and squeezed his stiff cock, eliciting anothergroan. "Take yours out, too, li'l bro," Jodie said hoarsely. I didn't want tobe seen by a passing trucker, but I wasn't about to tell Jodie no. I releasedhis throbbing boner and hurriedly unfastened and unzipped my jeans. Glancingaround for approaching tractor-trailers, I lifted off of the seat, and pulledmy pants and underwear to mid-thigh. I was embarrassed, but also incrediblyturned on. My little spike was so stiff that it hurt.
"Fuckin' A," Jodie breathed as he glanced from the road tomy lap. He shifted gears again, and then dropped his hand to my exposedthree-and-a-half-inch prick and marble-sized balls. I whimpered, and lifted myass off the bench seat, reflexively pushing my boner into his grip. Jodielightly palmed my little package and rubbed a fingertip over the head. My wholebody quivered. "Take them all the way off," he added.
"Why?" I squeaked. "Where are we going?"
"We're almost there," he assured. "It's a private place; noone can see." I looked around, trying to get my bearings. We were on theoutskirts of town, about 20 minutes from my house, on a winding, tree-linedroad.
Hesitating for only a moment, I kicked off my shoes, thenshimmied out of my jeans and, finally, my briefs, leaving them on the floorboardof the truck. As nervous as I was, it felt somewhat freeing to be sitting therein only a shirt and socks.
"Put your feet up on the seat, little man," Jodie said,watching my actions out of the corner of his eye. I scooted over, with my backagainst the passenger door, and placed my feet flat on the seat as I was told,giving him an unobstructed view of, well, everything. I nervously tugged at mycock and balls.
"Jesus, Micah," Jodie groaned, reaching down to squeeze hisown prick. "You're such a hot little fucker."
I blushed at the compliment, but wondered what he saw inme, a thin, pale freshman with an unimpressive wiener. I'd frequently beendescribed as "cute," and not only by my mother, but I was hardly in Jodie'sleague. He was gorgeous and well-built, with a cock almost twice as large asmine. Just then, the truck took a sudden turn that nearly spilled me onto thefloor.
"Careful," Jodie said as he gripped a bare leg, attemptingto steady me. The Ford rumbled up a narrow dirt road, avoiding deep ruts andthe occasional large rock. "The road was made by the timber company when theylogged up here several years back. No one but hunters use it anymore."
"Here we are," Jodieannounced as he pulled off the road and into a small clearing. He cut theengine, then ran his eyes over my half-naked body. He smiled and gave a stroketo his six-inch rod, which made my smaller prick twitch in response. Hereleased his hardon, and reached over with both hands to gently pull me by mylegs across the seat. I ended up lying flat on my back with my legs bent,giving Jodie easy access to my dick, balls and even my butthole.
"Much better," he sighed, then took my boner between histhumb and two fingers. I whimpered as he lightly stroked me. I raised my assoff the seat, eager for him to grip my little prick tight. "Easy, lil' bro,"Jodie replied, his voice suddenly hoarse. "What time do you have to be home?"
I did some quick math in my head, taking into account thatmy bus wouldn't normally arrive at school until 4 o'clock. "Four-thirty?" Icroaked as he continued to tease my dicklet.
"Good, we have a little time then," Jodie replied as he leanedover and, to my surprise, engulfed my little nail. I'm not sure which shockedme more, the physical sensation -- warm and wet -- or the realization that Jodiefucking Redgate had my dick in his mouth.
"Oh, fuuuuck!" I exclaimed in a voice so high-pitched thatI barely recognized it. Jodie's chuckle turned into a low hum, sending stillmore sensations through my prick.
Jodie pulled off my dick with an audible pop; a trail ofsaliva connected the tip to his smiling mouth. "You like that?" he asked as hefondled my plum-sized ball sack.
"Fuck, yes," I panted, trying to catch my breath. Jodiereturned his head to my crotch, but this time licked all around the mushroomhead, and then up and down the length before moving down to my nuts. I squirmedas he ran is tongue all over them, and even took them into his mouth. Irealized I had been chanting "Oh! Oh! Oh" in a whisper as I watched Jodie.
To my disappointment, Jodie raised up again and smiled."Don't want you to shoot just yet," he said as he wiped spit from his lips."You think you can do the same thing to me, li'l bro?"
I wasn't sure how much of Jodie's dick and big balls Icould get in my mouth, but I sure as hell was going to try. I scrambled to situp and move closer to the object of my desire. Jodie raised off the seat andtugged his jeans and brief lower, providing me with unfettered access.
"Just watch your teeth," he instructed as he rubbed myback. "Cover them with your lips ... like this." I watched Jodie's demonstration,mimicked him, and then dropped my head into his lap.
I ran my tongue across the tip, and then took it between mylips, detecting just a trace of pee, and this morning's cum. Enjoying both thetaste and the feeling of the spongy hardness, I took a little more of Jodieinto my mouth, and began bobbing my head up and down. I knew I wouldn't be ableto take his full six inches, but I was otherwise determined to copy Jodie asclosely as I could.
"Fuck, yeah, Micah," he groaned as he ran his fingersthrough my hair. "Suck your big bro's big cock."
That sent a shudder through my body, and I redoubled myefforts, running my tongue around the shaft while working maybe four inchesinto my mouth. I pulled off as I began to gag, and tried to catch my breath.
"You're doing fuckin' great, li'l bro," Jodie said. Ilooked up at him and smiled, my eyes watering. "Just go easy, you'll getthere."
I fondled his plump balls as I returned to work, lickingaround the tapered head, and then up and down the shaft. Encouraged by Jodie'smoans, I then moved back to the head, where I discovered more than just mydrool. "Pre-ejaculate," I remembered it being called in "The Joy of Sex." Ilater found out most boys just called it precum. I didn't hesitate to lap it up;it was sticky and a little sweet, and I immediately loved it.
I took the tip of his dick back into my mouth, hoping tocoax out more of the liquid. After a minute or so of my nursing, Jodie gentlyraised me from his lap. "Hold on, baby boy," he panted. "I don't want to shootyet."
He leaned in and roughly kissed me, forcing his tongue intomy mouth as he ran his hands up under my shirt. Before I knew it, Jodie hadstripped that off me, too, leaving me only in my socks. He then moved his headdown and began to kiss and suck my tiny nipples, which my brother always teasedlooked like mosquito bites. What I'd never thought of as anything more thanuseless little bumps were suddenly giving me immense pleasure.
Panting, Jodie pulled off my now-erect nipples. "Get onyour hands and knees and show me your ass," he whispered. Knowing how much heenjoyed looking at, and touching, my bubble butt this morning, I quickly complied,with only a little embarrassment. Jodie moaned his appreciation, and ran hishands over my ass cheeks, at first squeezing them, and then pulling them apart.I spotted a rabbit at the edge of the clearing, and my mind started to drift,only to be brought back into the moment by a sensation I'd never felt before. Ilooked over my shoulder to see Jodie's face buried in my crack. Jodie fuckingRedgate was licking my asshole.
All I could say was "Oh, fuck," over and over again, to thesounds of Jodie's slurping, kissing and licking. He reached a hand between mylegs and gripped by hard little stick. I thought I was going to pass out.
"You've got a sweet little ass," Jodie breathed before hereturned his face to my crack. After more licking and sucking, I suddenly felthis tongue slip into my butthole. For a split second I worried how clean I was,but the pleasure I was experiencing promptly pushed that from my mind.
As his tongue pressed deeper into my hole, I startedthrusting to try to for force my prick into his hand and my ass into his face. Butas the feeling overtook my body, I knew I couldn't last much longer. "I-I'mgonna shoot!" I announced.
"Blow your load, li'lbro! Shoot your cum for me!" Jodie said before he returned his tongue to mybutthole. I erupted into Jodie's hand in three powerful spurts, and dribbledonto the seat. Trembling, I thought for a moment that I might collapse.
When my breathing slowed, I turned to see Jodie using myjizz to lube his cock. Throwing his head back, he started stroking his six-inchrod. "Fuck," he panted. "I'm gonna blow real quick."
Hearing my cue, I turned in the seat and gently pried Jodie'shand from his cock. His eyes half-closed, he watched approvingly as I loweredmy mouth onto his dick, coated with my own cum. Starting by sucking it clean, Iwas proud of my self for gagging only slightly as I took the full length. Whenmy lips brushed against his pubes I was rewarded with Jodie groaning, "Fuck,you're a good little cocksucker." I'd heard "cocksucker" used countless timesas an insult in the locker room, in the school hallway and on the bus, but fromJodie I knew it was a compliment.
He rested a hand on theback of my head, gently urging me to take the full six inches again; the accompanyingthrusts ensured that I would. I tugged Jodie's big balls with one hand, andwith the other found my own sticky little prick, already half-hard once more.
"Take my big cock, you hot little fucker," Jodie growled ashe held my head in his lap and thrusted with more urgency. "Eat my fuckin' load!"
With a loud grunt, Jodie let loose, sending five volleys thatmostly missed my tongue on their way down my throat. I sputtered, and struggledto raise up off his cock. To his credit, he realized I needed air, and swiftly removedhis hand from my head. I gasped as Jodie rubbed the back of my neck. "You OK,little man?" he asked, his own breathing still ragged.
I nodded, smiled and wiped cum from my lips. He grasped myhand and placed two of my fingers in his mouth, sucking them clean. Ignoring mythrobbing dick, I returned to his. I gently nursed on the tip as I squeezed theshaft, eager to milk the last drops from it. Jodie groaned when I licked thelast traces of cum -- his and mine -- from his softening cock.
Jodie then pulled me in for a surprisingly gentle kiss. Ourtongues leisurely explored each other's mouth while Jodie rubbed my bare backand ass, and I pulled on my little spike. Breaking our kiss, Jodie laughed whenhe saw my hard at work on my three and a half inches. "Does that thing ever godown?"
"Not when you're around," I answered, truthfully. "I'vebeen hard pretty much all day."
"Me, too," he chuckled, but looked a little embarrassed bythe confession. He then pulled up his briefs and jeans. "We should probably getyou home."
I knew he was right, of course, but I wasn't happy aboutit. Naked, and on my knees on the bench seat, I frowned and pretend to pout,all while never missing a stroke of my boner.
"Little man," he sighed, "if it was up to me, we'd keepdoing this until we both passed out. But I don't want you to get in trouble. Itmight keep us from hanging out again."
Jodie started the engine, but I kept stroking. "Is thiswhat you and Tommy do?" I asked, and immediately realized I was jealous.
Jodie snorted and put the pickup into gear. "Riffle? He'stoo chickenshit," he chuckled as he pulled back onto the logging road. "Hedrools over my cock, but he's afraid to do anything besides watch me stroke. He'sworried someone'll find out -- I don't know who, God, maybe -- and think he's ahomo. He's OK to jack off with, but I don't like him like that."
Sitting on my bare butt so I wouldn't be jostled off theseat by the bumps, I jacked my boner with renewed intensity. "Is he?" I panted.
"Is he what?" Jodie replied as he reached over to rub myinner thigh and fondle my nuts.
"A homo."
"Fuck," he snickered. "I don't know. That's Tommy'sbusiness." He stopped the truck in the middle of the dirt road. "Why, are youworried that you are?" I shrugged, and let go of my quivering wiener for thefirst time in several minutes.
Jodie took over, and rubbed my little stick between hisfingers and thumb. "Do you think I'M a homo?" he asked. A rapidly shook my head;of course, he wasn't. He laughed as he picked up the pace. "Don't worry aboutthat shit, Micah. We're just a couple of good friends having fun. Fuck everythingelse."
I smiled and then whimpered as Jodie's fingers worked theirmagic. "You gonna shoot for me again, li'l bro?" he said, his voice suddenly throaty.I nodded and raised off the seat. "Oh!" I squeaked as a watery spurt shot ontothe seat. The second, and final, one just oozed out of the tip and over Jodie'sfingers. As I caught my breath, Jodie licked the cum off of his hand, and thenran a finger over the tip of my dick to gather up the last drop. He rubbed thatacross my lips, like chap stick.
"OK, horny little fucker," Jodie chuckled as he started theengine again, "get dressed so your mom doesn't lose her shit when I drop youoff."
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