The following is a work of fiction and should be read as such.
Resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.
If you are offended by reading about consensual sexual relations between teenaged boys or men and teenaged boys or if it is illegal to do so where you are, then please leave now. Likewise, if you are not of legal age to read about such things you too should leave.
If you enjoy this story you may also like the following stories by me:
`The Note' High School section September 1999
`Mitch's Homecoming' Adult-Youth section December 1999
`Friday Night With Brad' High School section October 2004
`Randy' Adult Youth section December 2004
`Skate Park Gloryhole' High School section February 2005
What are you doing?"
"What's it look like I'm doing? I'm fucking rubbing my balls on your chin and in about 30 seconds I'm gonna fuck your mouth."
"J--Jake, please, I was only kidding. I didn't mean it. Please don't."
Jake stopped thrusting his pelvis in my face and leaned back, his ass resting on my stomach. A rush of blood pounded into my arms and they tingled from the release of pressure from his knees. He had tripped me by throwing his book bag at me from across the room and pounced on me before I knew what had happened. God, I was only playing around when I said, "Get off me, Jake. You win. I'll do anything you want."
We had only played this game about 50 times. It was always him knocking me down and pinning me and then I would beg for mercy. I always said I would do anything he wanted. I could never decide if I really would do whatever he wanted, but secretly I wanted to do sex things with him, or at least I thought I did ... right up to the point when Jake laid his whole crotch in my face, smothering me with
his weight. I could not even breathe and could barely hear him hissing "Suck my dick, Bitch."
He was grinding my face so hard, my nose was hurting and my eyes started watering. I was actually getting scared because I had not thought this would happen. Nevertheless, there I was, completely being dominated by my slightly husky, and apparently horny, best friend.
Jake rocked his weight back and forth and I could see that he was pondering his decision. He put a hand on each of my cheeks and started lightly slapping them. I squirmed a few times, but it only allowed him to settle more comfortably on my stomach. He bounced a few times knocking the breath out of me. We stared at each other and finally Jake said, "Naw, I ain't stopping this time. Ya been teasing me too long, Sticks."
Sticks has been my nickname for years. I was a skinny kid and the name was accurate a few years ago. I was no longer skinny, but Jake outweighed me by at least 20 pounds and I could feel all 165 of them pressed on me.
Staring at each other, I could see he was serious and slowly Jake inched his crotch toward my face again. With one last attempt at convincing him I was only joking, I said "Jake, please, I'm not gay."
"Yes you are," he said. "You want it, Sticks. You'll thank me later, Bro."
With that, Jake unzipped his jeans and fished around his crotch with his right hand. Despite my better judgment, I licked my lips and stared into the unzippered hole that contained the object of my lust
for the last three years. I could smell the heated funk of Jake's crotch as it blasted into my nostrils. His black briefs were bulging with the hardness of his meat, pressing its outline into the soft cotton. Finally Jake worked the stiff dick through the fly of his underwear.
He was still sitting on my stomach and never lost eye contact with me. I glanced into his eyes and saw nothing but lust. He was grinning at me when he said, "Relax. You wanted it, now you getting it." Truth be known, I nearly came in my pants right then. Jake stopped slapping my cheeks and slid his hands to my neck as if he were going to choke me. He brought his thumbs to my bottom lip and gently pulled my mouth open. Seeing the pleading look in my eyes, he simply said, "Shhhh..."
With that, Jake leaned forward and pressed the head of his cock against my lips. I was no longer protesting. I flicked my tongue against the head, and deciding I liked the taste, wrapped my lips around his engorged head. Jake pulled out completely and grinned at me. "You really want it don't you?" I simply nodded in affirmation.
"Tell me you want it, Sticks."
"I want to suck your dick, Jake," I said.
"That's what I thought. It's all yours, Bro. Just like you want."
Jake leaned forward, his shirt covering my face. His dick pressed against my lips again and I allowed him to slip into my mouth. With one continuous thrust, Jake was buried in my throat. I was choking and could not breathe. Gradually he began pumping into my mouth. I caught my breath and concentrated on opening my throat. Jake gave me no choice. He continued pumping his dick into my throat and all I could do was provide him a hole. I looked up his shirt and saw his sweaty pits and his chest flexing with each thrust. He was mumbling some incomprehensible nonsense about me being the best cock sucker he ever used, but I knew that I was giving him his first head job.
It was no more than about 20 strokes when Jake slammed into my face so hard that I was actually pushed back two inches. He pulled completely out of my mouth, and as he grabbed his dick, he slapped it against my open mouth.
I watched as Jake threw his head back, and jerking wildly, shot his first glob of cum two feet above my head. He must have realized that his load was being wasted because he quickly pointed his dick at my face and squirted a second shot across my cheek and into my eye. No more was wasted as he plunged into my gaping mouth and unloaded three more shots of cum onto my tongue. Without thinking I swallowed his slimy seed. I saw Jake smiling at me as he slowly slid his shrinking dick back and forth over my tongue.
"You like that?"
"Yeah," I said shyly.
"Figured you would." Jake shrugged his shoulders as if to convince himself. He leaned forward so that his soft dick was laying against my nose. "From now on, this is yours to take care of. You suck me when I want to be sucked. You understand?"
"Yeah," I said. How could I disagree? Jake's sweaty, slimy, spent cock was resting against my chin. He knew what I wanted and forced me to realize my desire.
"So, Sticks ... you wanna sleep over tonight?"
As Jake stood towering above me, I grabbed his ankles and with all my strength I pulled his feet from under him and he crashed to the floor. Quickly I rolled onto him and stuffed my face into his crotch. We both giggled when I gently gnawed on his stiffening cock.
"Yeah. I want I to sleep over."