Warnings: This story is pure fiction. It was based on my imagination and my imagination only. The characters and places are purely fictional. Thank you. Enough of this talk, let's begin the story.
Title: Tantalizing Teasing
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Characters:
Mark - A black-haired, hazel-eyed, blader boy, whose main fascination is his constant guessing of people and things around him. It never says in the story but he is 15 years old, sophomore, about 125 lbs., 6'1", and a good 9-inch cock. He has a very docile persona that breaks almost every time Matt touches him. His main attraction is Matt, a person who I'm getting to, ever since Brian, I will talk about him later on, cast a spell. That's right people, if you haven't noticed this story deals with the occult, magick, sorcerers, but mainly sex. Now isn't that what you truely came here for? He finds that he likes mostly the black-haired, skater, shy, but cute, boys.
Matt - A black-haired, hazel-eyed, a true skater boy, whose main fascination is being able to fit only 50-words-per-chapter persona and the uncanny ability to be able to worry about what his friends think about him. He is 15 years old, sophomore, about 120 lbs. (Still having his baby fat but it fits his body), 5'6", and a nice 8-inch cock. Matt fell in love with him in the beginning chapter, with the help of Brian. Speaking of Brian, he is also Matt's other lover, and it's a true lover. Matt is a novice at being a sorcerer. He mainly relies on his ability to remember all the things he's read. He is attracted to black or blonde haired, outrageous personalty, kind of guys.
After they left the Classroom:
"Where are we going?" I asked Matt as he hauled me into a room with giant doors. It was a giant room with an olympic-sized pool. I didn't even know we had one! Although in my defense I just enroled into this school just a few weeks ago so I couldn't have memorized everything in here just yet. Surrounding the pool are stadiums and close to us were giant red lockers.
"Wow this shit is huge!" I got to say before he pulled me behind the red lockers.
Covering his mouth with one finger he shushed me, "That new Creative Writing teacher is in here, and check out his muscles."
I was surprised, both by his attraction to an older guy and he was right, Mr. Meyer is cute and built. A few days ago I would have told him that he was sick to check out another guy and I would never do that, but after what we've both been- -I mean, will do- -I mean, was going to- -oh forget it, I do it now. I nodded my head with agreement, and my mouth was actually drooling over a superior. Well, he's not that older than I, I think he said he is 29 years old.
I like him, not only because of his body, but also his capability to look out for me. The first day of school I was extremely late and this bitchy teacher found me sneaking in, she was uglier than her personality.
Throughout the whole time of her lecturing me about punctuality, and how much she's spent trying to be here for the students, I could help stare at her giant mole. It looked as if it was changing color, from blue to red, to purple. I'm like, "Hey, sorry if you don't have a personal life but you don't need to get on everyone's ass. Get over it." Well, actually it was something like this, "Yes, ma'am, not again, but . . ." then she looked at me, it was like that big mole on her face was going to explode. I don't think she's ever been interrupted.
Then he came, "Ms. Fletcher, I'll take it from here. This one's in big trouble he will be severely punished. Follow me young man." He curled his finger toward him and I followed. I looked back to Ms. Fletcher, and I've never seen anyone who looked so angry. Right then I knew that I would never mess with her again. I never seen the face of my protector, just his back.
Mr. Meyer, pulled me into his classroom. Not even paying attention to me after we got in, he dusted off the chalk board, "Thank you for that. I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't been there." I shifted my bag from my right shoulder to my left. I was nervous around him. Why? He was nothing, just another teacher, just another one too win over, with grades that is.
He continued to clear the chalk board, then turned to meet me. This was the first time I saw his face, he was a handsome man, strong cheek bones, brown hair, hazel eyes, slender build. Why was he having such an effect on me? I need to know why. He cleared his throat, "You know you have to be more careful." He smiled and it was such a smile. He looked as if he just got out of college, out of a beach side college. Having a great tan, he looks like a veritable god. God! Why am I thinking of this? I can't be like this. I like girls. Well, so I thought. I like him now and I'm not afraid to admit it.
He snapped me out of my thoughts, "Are you listening?"
I looked up to meet his eyes, his gorgeous eyes, "Yes, sorry. You were saying?"
Taking a sheet of paper from a top shelf, he handed it to me, "Welcome to Creative Writing 101. Take your seat. It's too late for you first class, and from the looks of it," he looked into his folder, "you're in my next class. Now come on, get ready for your assignment, and one more thing," he came close to me, closer and closer, "be careful about Ms. Fletcher. I know what you're thinking and yeah, she can be a real bitch."
I was surprised by his use of vocabulary but he was right. The bell rang just then and I took my seat. That was it, just a brief encounter, a tease.
Now here he is doing laps in the pool, muscles straining from his exertion. He is so hot! I heard Matt's breathing quickened and I knew what he was thinking about. His mouth opened and I turned him around, "Your really getting into this aren't you?"
He looked me in the eye and with his most innocent voice, "What do you mean?" God, he acts like a child! I hate it when he does that, it makes it seem like he's so innocent, but right now I know he's not so.
Fine then, if he wants to play games, let the games begin and now, it's my turn. Leading him into what looked like the boy's locker room. I lead him through the back of the stadiums so that Mr. Meyer doesn't see us. I dragged him nearly making him trip, I almost felt sorry for him, but then remembered, he needed to be taught a lesson.
As soon as we got into the locker room and the door was closed, he whined, "Ow, what the hell Mark? That shit hurt my wrist." He rubbed his wrist and continued, "What's wrong with you?"
I stopped him, by pushing him into the wall, hard. I had great upper body strength, so it was easy to push him around. This was actually the first time that I've used my full strength, on anyone. I was amazed of the power I possessed, not just amazed, afraid. I wished I didn't have to do this, but . . . he does need to learn. I clasped my hands on his biceps. They were tight, he's extremely frightened, I was getting a rush off of this. My dick was as hard as I've ever been.
Pushing him roughly against the wall, picking him up so he was face to face with me, I kissed him, harshly. I kept my eyes open, for the first time that I've kissed someone, so I could look into his eyes, he's eyes were petrified. God, I hate to do this to him. What am I saying? I'm loving this, the feel of someone's fear, their hormones flaring, his scent all over me, it's a new feeling to me, being so aggressive. I wonder what he's gonna do after this. Will he hate me? Will he learn his lesson? I'll worry about that later, but now, him.
I broke the kiss as I felt he needed air. He was gasping, his hair in tousles. I pushed his hair away from his forehead. Feeling his crotch I knew he was getting off of this too. Ooo, this is gonna be good. Pushing him again into the wall, he groaned. Its time to go for it, there was no need to take off his shirt, but the others were.
Pulling down his jeans, I exposed his boxers, the same pokemon boxers I've first seen on him. Though it looks so puerile, for someone his age, it looked okay on him. I also noticed the giant wet spot that was positioned at the end of his throbbing cock. I pulled down the boxers, seeing for the first time up close, his cock was pulled down and as I got the boxers fully down to his ankle then was snapped up and hit his stomach, leaving a trail of precum that started from Matt's bellybutton to the tip of his cock. Now the fun begins.
For the first time I noticed that he must shave his pubic hair for it was really short. I mean I don't shave mine but it doesn't grow that much. I was surprised since he was so hairless, even his underarm hair were short, that his pubic hair was grows so long that he needs to shave it.
I scooping up all the precum from his cock and stomach, ever so lightly so not to make to much pleasure for him. He whispered something that sounded like, "Oh, fuck."
Then I knew it was working. His cock was fully hard and extremely hot. Teasing was the main objective here no cum, extreme teasing that would likely cause blue balls. I'm hoping to keep him in this state for a week, but I don't really know what I'm gonna do. I opened my mouth and tried to cover Matt's dick, without touching it, but it was too big. I decided just to blow him, literary. I know I can't stand it when I'm awfully horny I can't stand it when cold air brushes my dick. I'm hoping he can't stand it too.
I was right, Matt shivered and said, "Don't be such and asshole and suck me off already. You know I haven't cum since yesterday."
Now that I know Matt jacks off, I need to give him something that won't make him do shit the up coming week. I need something that will work. That spot inside my ass! Of course, now that I know it feels great, he'll know.
Deciding that I should tease him more first, I jacked him. The look on his face was of pain, pain of how leisurely I was stroking. His body was twitching, he needed release. When I felt him, start fucking my hand I let go, and agin pushed him against the wall, "Don't do that." I brought my precum-slicked, there was so much, he must be so horny, toward his mouth. It was amazing, his precum leaked as much as most men cummed! I put a stern look on my face, "Open or I won't suck you."
Being the suppressor one was a new experience for me I just nodded and agreed most of the time to everyone. Nothing seemed that important to stand up for, not my beliefs, not my ideas, nothing. But no I have something that I need to do, tame this guy, my one true love.
He immediately opened his mouth to let a finger in. I gave him all he wanted, which was everything. As soon as my hand was cleaned, from precum that is, I kissed him roughly, so roughly that he hit his head on the wall behind him. I pried open his mouth with my tongue. As soon as I touched his tongue with mine, the taste was bracing, it was so strong. It tasted like honey but a bit sour. I wonder if this is what all precum tastes like. Does mine?
I broke the kiss with a smack. Leading my head down I severely ravished his nipple, making him moan with just a touch. As I got off of his nipple, I noticed that I left teeth marks; I've branded him! The look of his face made me melt, but caught me in time. It's time for his fun.
Matt was sweating his breathing turned to sharp quick breaths. His moan turned to an stifled anguished cry, I could feel him tremble from each contact of my skin to his. The slightest touch sent him shaking.
I kneeled so that I was face to face with his dick. His cock head was so purple, and throbbing like a beating along with his heart. Wasting no time, I stretched my mouth to its limitation and was able to cover the head. It was warm, so warm, and incredibly smooth. It felt so hard but also leathery, Matt was right. I tried to go deeper, taking about half of what was left and even then I gagged. I could go any deeper than that so I started to bob my head while I undulated my tongue underneath his dick. I was starting to get right into it, putting a hard suction.
Matt was in ecstacy, he did not even try to hide his moaning anymore and the echos bounced throughout the room, yup, he was a real moaner. I brought my right hand to the rest of his shaft and started to jack off what I couldn't get into his mouth, eliciting all I could from him. He likes this for another gush of precum fell into my mouth, pouring right unto my tongue. My taste buds were having a field day.
I brought up my left hand to his mouth and pried open his lips, forcing my way in. Matt was not giving in, he was determined to get the best of me, that was his nature, his pride, which is a kinder word than stubborn. But that was his essence and I love him for it.
When I finally got my fingers in, I coated three fingers with his saliva. After I felt that my fingers were good enough not to hurt him . . . much, I pulled out of his mouth. Amazingly he did not want to let go now. He was incredible (does he know that?!). Just that licking was almost enough to make me cum.
Taking him away from his mouth, I roughly pulled him toward me so from his waist up curled over me. With the slicked-up hand I looked for his rosebud. I started from his tail-bone, and followed the trail down to his perfect bubble-butt. As soon as I found his rosebud I wasted no time, I rammed one finger as had as I could into his ass.
"FUCK! Sh - - what the - - god that fucking hu - -! God! Ahh - -, please Mark, stop. It fucking hurts. PLEASE stop." Yeah, he was hurting. If this is what I get from him now, just wait till I do the next two. Without giving him time to adjust, I started to finger-fuck him.
This could get annoying, "Matt, shut the fuck up! I could hurt you more than this, when I punch you." I knew this was not true, for when it doesn't come to sex, I'm mostly a pacifist.
Again he begged, "Please, no more. I give. Please." I shoved another finger, just as quick. Oh yeah, he's hurting, "FUCK, SHIT, GOD, please no MORE." This was no getting on my last nerve, I drove the third and final finger in, and man was he bitching, "AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I knew ths would get someone attention, so I pulled out, pushed him against the wall, and kissed him to shut him up.
Breaking the kiss, I dramatically flung my hair away from my forehead and looked at Matt. He was putty in my hands, I don't think he could even walk. He rested his head on my chest and his limbs were as limp as a noodle. He put one hand on my shoulder and pulled himself up, "Why the hell pant did pant you do that? Wait, let me catch my breath before I can think of something to yell at you." I led him to one of the benches and set him down. I took his boxers right off. I need to make it up to him.
As soon as he touched the seat he dropped. His hard-on was still intact, he is extremely horny. He put one leg up while his other limbs were draped over the edges of the bench. He was still breathing hard I needed to explain why I did this to him, "Look Matt, I'm sorry I had to be so rough on you, but I just don't like it when you belittle yourself when you act so juvenile. You're smarter than that, don't let your friends pressure yourself into acting dumb when you're not. And - - and - - just . . . get over it! Okay? Now are you all right."
He was still breathless, then he looked up to me, "Yeah, I'm all right. But god, you fuckin' hurt me." He was still trembling when I caressed his arm.
Then it hit me, "You thought I was really gonna kick you ass didn't you?" I chuckled.
He chuckled. We laughed, as I grabbed his clothing, "Actually, could you suck me off first. your pretty good for a beginner." He spread his legs so that one leg was one side.
I chuckled again and dove for it. I sat on the bench facing him so I could take him in. Before I engulfed him, I had to say something, "You call yourself a beginner?" I forced him in eliciting another moan from him. Using one hand, I covered his mouth so that no one would hear him. With the other hand I jacked what I couldn't put into my mouth. This time I didn't gag. I worked him up to another boiling point. This time I fondled his balls, and were they huge, I could barely fit both in one hand. I felt his perineum, that interval between the balls and the asshole, when a guy cums it goes crazy undulating everywhere. Even now it was jumping from with each jolt.
"Oh, god, Mark - - uhh - - that feels so - - uuuhhh - - good," was what I got from him. I started sucking harder and harder, bringing him to the brink.
Then I brought him back by pulling off. His face went white, he was so close. He grabbed my head in a second and jabbed me down yelling, "I'm cumming! God - - ahh - - ugh! Take it Mark." And a stream of cum flew into my mouth, definitely a stream I could hardly keep all of it in my mouth. I swallowed before I could taste anything. After a few squirts he subsided but he still moaned, "Ugh, ugh, god, it - - ugh - - ahh, felt so - - ugh, good. Thank you. Don't swallow yet." A few more sips I was able to get three squirts into my mouth. It was salty, but still amazingly sweet.
I held it in my mouth swishing it around my mouth coating each crevice. He looked at me and nodded, I swallowed. It was so thick I could barely gulp it all. I looked at Brian, "It leaves a scratchy feeling in your throat doesn't it?"
"Yeah it does, but now it does taste good . . . doesn't it?"
"Nice."
I froze, there I sat on Matt, in shock. For it wasn't his voice.
TBC
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