Author: Mike Darwin Joss and the Happy Mistake Pt1
My name is Joss and I just turned 15. I live with mum, and my brother Ryan, he's 17. I'm not popular, I'm not brainy and I'm not sporty. I like drawing and skateboarding. They're the only things I'm good at. You probably already know me or someone like me. I'm the thin, scrawny, unwashed smelly boy with long greasy hair that always gets picked last for sport teams. The one that is more often than not on his own. Has few or no friends and is the butt of nearly everybody's jokes.
Yeah, I'm different that's for sure. Not just different because I'm an outsider. But different in a way that would probably get me beaten up if anyone at school found out. As well as being attracted to guys, I have some weird thoughts and fantasies about sex. I don't know where they come from because I've never had sex before. To be honest, some of the things I fantasise about are disgusting, and I hate myself for thinking about them. The trouble is, I can't stop these thoughts. They're persistent.
Like any kid of my age I think about sex a lot. So far, the boys that feature in my fantasies have been guys at school, and although I'm ashamed to say it my brother too. He has the most stunning physique. Growing up and sharing a room for so long, I know every intimate detail of his body. Including his manly fragrance. I suppose in a way his smell is somehow comforting. He is very much, a man's man, and shows no sign of liking anything other than girls and pussy. That doesn't stop him featuring heavily in my imagination while I'm wanking
Over the last few months, since we've now got our own rooms, I've taken to sneaking into his room and taking a smelly pair of trainers, socks or underwear to sniff when I jack off. It's one of those disgusting things about me I mentioned. I really get off on sniffing the dried sweaty slime that has gathered in the rear of his boxer briefs along with the feint skid marks of a poorly wiped arse. His socks carry a special cheesy whiff, and are sometimes stiff where he's worn them for days. I don't know how theses cravings developed. Maybe it's like being close to him, that familiar comforting smell.
For the most part Ryan and me get on fine. Of course he takes the piss out of me but I know he loves me and he'd do most anything for me. He's the complete opposite to me. Blond curly hair, well muscled, tall and handsome. I rank boys dicks in five categories like supermarket sizes: economy, household, ten percent extra free, large and giant. Ryan is in the "large" range. He's great at sports and has tons of, all too sexy mates with equally alluring aromas.
My story really begins in the last week of school before the summer holidays. Monday morning arrived with its usual gloomy inevitability. I have to drag myself from the soft, warm, cosy cocoon I'm in. I eventually wrench myself from the remnants of an erotic dream. Next thing, I'm out of bed and pulling on my jeans. I pick up a Tee shirt from the floor, give it a quick sniff and decide it'll do. I slide my feet into my favourite converse trainers and pick up my backpack. There's never time for breakfast as I always leave it `til last thing. I shout goodbye to mum and I'm out the door.
School is a 20 minute walk from my house. Most days, I catch up with Nathan as his house is about halfway between mine and school. He's 17 and the nearest thing to a friend I have. We often meet as he's leaving his house and chat the rest of the way to school. Like me, he's a skateboarder and our paths cross regularly at the recreation ground as well, where there are a few half pipes, ramps and rails. Nathan is XX and has a real moody, smouldering look about him. His hair is short, thick and dead straight. It looks proper black, but in the sun the ends are dark brown and it hangs just above his eyes. Those eyes; wide and so narrow, as if he is permanently squinting.
Nathan emerges from his house just as I'm turning into his street. I trot to catch up with him at his gate. We walk and talk but instead of paying proper attention, I'm thinking about what it would be like to lick his arsehole. There I go thinking about sex again. It's a scorching day and I can see the roundness of his buttocks that I think have sort of slight dimples in them. He's wearing short sweatpants that cling to his skin, moist from the early heat of the day. They show the distinct outline of his cock flopping about underneath, I'm sure he is going commando.
His 5'10" lean figure is muscled, not hard, but softly defined. I know because I've seen him skating shirtless. It's always a joy watching him skate. He's so graceful and he can pull off the most amazing stunts. His arms are strong and I imagine them wrapped around me, his breath on my neck, holding me close to him. Whispering in my ear, "I love you Joss." The hubub of hundreds of kids arriving for school, chattering; screaming; intrudes on my daydream. We reach the school gates where there are various groups, or should say cliques, hanging around. His pace quickens to get slightly ahead of me. He breaks into a run and shouts back.
"Got to run, I'm late. See you later."
He joins his classmates as they drift into school. I sense that he's uncomfortable being seen with me, but I understand, even though it hurts a little. I hate Mondays. I have double Phys Ed last lesson, but at least I will get to see Nathan. He's on the swimming team. They used to practice on Thursday, but due to a reshuffle of the schedule, would now be parading their awesome bodies in the changing rooms at the same time as my class. I would normally hang back until there were fewer boys around before I braved the changing rooms and showers. My dick is long and thicker than most I've seen, It seems huge for my puny frame. Quite apart from the "donkey dick" taunts I would get, was the danger of completely embarrassing myself by getting a hard on.
I was going to have to play it really cool today. I wanted to get in the changing rooms early in the hope that I would be able to feast my eyes upon the object of my lust. His neck is long and slender, resting on broad square shoulders. He's virtually hairless, save for a fine grassy pathway that leads from his navel to his pubes, inviting you to take a walk to the promise land. I wanted a picture in my mind of Nathan's crown jewels so that I could put it in my wank bank.
I love the smell of the changing rooms. That smell. It's difficult to describe. Made up of perspiration soaked armpits, sweaty bollocks, testosterone, cheesy feet and stinking butt-cracks; perhaps it reminded me of my brother's smell. Whatever the reason, it was enough to set my dick throbbing if I wasn't careful. I would have gladly sniffed every single pair of socks and trainers and smothered myself with their smelly underwear. I was proper scared as I made my way to the changing rooms but It helped to keep my dick in check.
I'd fantasised about Nathan for so long. I couldn't believe I was going to see him completely naked. I scanned the changing room as I went in and picked a spot that was furthest from the door, near the showers. That way I was sure to spot him. I started to undress as slowly as I could, keeping an eye out for him. I couldn't see him and was down to my undies and socks. I couldn't delay things any further so I went into the shower. Straight away I see his lithe figure. He had his back to me and was rinsing the lather from his glowing skin. I got my first look at his glorious bum. All shiny and pert. I was even more magnificent than I had imagined.
It was a dam shame that the only empty spaces were down the far end, miles from where he was. Absolutely no chance of getting an eyeful of his manhood. Almost as soon as I came in, he was finished and left. I had barely got myself wet before I sped out after him. As luck would have it, I had chosen a locker just a few feet away from his. I was able to get a great view of him as he dried himself. His pubes formed a tight dense bush crowning a long uncircumcised cock. It was about the size of a double thick hot dog. I imagined squirting ketchup and mustard on it. God, I'm a total weirdo.
His balls are nearly the size of small eggs and hang really low in a slightly hairy sack that's just asking to be tongue lashed. He obligingly turns, puts one foot on the bench, and bends over to dry his foot. This gives me a birds eye view of his butt. He does have dimples in his cheeks and I can see the dark, hairy valley that hides the secret sphincter of joy. His feet are a little smaller than most lads but I like that. I look away as he turns back to face me.
We exchanged a glance and he acknowledged me with a nod. I raised my eyebrows and give a reciprocating nod, as if to be surprised to see him. The changing rooms were emptying fast. While we were dressing, he asked what I was doing over the holiday. I told him I had nothing special planned except painting my uncle's fence sometime whenever. He explained that, now his dad had to work right through the summer, he would be at a loose end. You could have knocked me down with a feather when he asked if I wanted a hand.
Without thinking I had agreed to it, Then It occurred to me that it would be torture to watch him all day, working up a sweat, shirtless and oozing his sexiness. He had to go and meet his year master and was yet again in a rush. He turned as he ran to the door and told me to drop my number in his hall locker, number 363 so we could text and arrange things. I said I would but he was half out the door by then.
On the way home I convinced myself that there was a slim chance Nathan actually liked me. After all, why would he offer to help me? He did talk to me and we did skate together. Even if he didn't particularly want other people to know about it, it was something. He was as clever as a chap with three heads. Not like the rest of the jock morons. I idolised him. I would have followed him around like a puppy all day, just to see and hear him. I wanted to be like him.
It was then that a brilliant idea came to me. Yeah, I could give him a hint about how I felt. I would sign the piece of paper with my number on it "luv Joss". But I could kind of scribble the "luv" bit, make it real small and cross it out a little making it almost unreadable. That way I could say that I just signed it like I was writing a note to my mum and shrug it off as a mistake if he went apeshit. Yeah that would work, and I did exactly that when I got home.
I didn't see him the next morning. I slipped my number into his locker through the vent last thing Tuesday, before I went home. Strangely, I didn't see him on Wednesday either. Maybe I already had my answer. Maybe he hadn't looked in his locker yet. Thursday morning and still no sign of him. Shit! I was really panicking now. I didn't know what to think.
I clap eyes on him in the hall as I'm leaving for home. It's busy with a flow of students jostling towards the main entrance. He's standing with some lads. My head is down as usual but I steal a look as I go past. He looks at me for a nanosecond but gives me no indication, no hint of how things stand. I'm left thinking he must be ignoring me. Fuck! Why did I put "luv" stupid twat. I was noticeably down those few days that I didn't see Nathan. My brother came into my room and asked what was up with me but I couldn't tell him.
It was half 6 that night when I got a text from an unrecognised number that read, "I got your number, love you to, meet me tonight at 8 behind the pavilion, we can have some fun." It was Nathan at last. I couldn't contain my excitement. He didn't hate me. I wondered what was in store, what he was going to say and why he wanted to meet at the pavilion. If "Fun" meant what I thought it did I was in for the best night ever. 8 o'clock couldn't come quickly enough. I left early, I didn't want to be late.
My stomach was turning in knots. Outwardly I was walking. Inwardly I was dancing and floating my way there. I didn't want to be seen crossing the cricket field so I jumped the fence and walked along the tree line to the pavilion. I couldn't see anyone but hoped and prayed that Nathan would be waiting for me. I arrived a few minutes early and slowly crept around the back of the pavilion. It backed straight onto the woods, and so was a little darker behind the building. I peered round the corner and saw a figure in the gloom. My heart soared.
"Nathan." I called in a sort of loud whisper.
I got the shock of my life when the figure turned to face me. It wasn't Nathan, it was Brett. I knew him by sight from school. He's loud and mouthy, an aggressive and typically chavvy type lad, but insanely good looking. He has slightly dark skin revealing some degree of mixed race. His body is fully ripped every muscle defined, hard and developed to the max. At 5'4" he's no giant but you wouldn't want to upset him. His hair is zero cropped beneath an ever present, backwards worn baseball cap. His arms and one shoulder are tattooed.
He has a sort of "what the fuck are you looking at," permanent scowl on his face. His eyebrows are thick, long and peter out just shy of meeting in the middle. There is a narrow strip of wispy hair on his upper lip that's trying to be a moustache. Everything about him screams alpha male. As usual he's wearing the scally uniform, black Adidas tracksuit and Nike TN's. The bottoms of his tracksuit are tucked into his socks. A heavy gold chain around his neck informs that he is able to afford the best, the most expensive and fashionable sportswear and jewellery available.
"So it's you, you smelly little fucker. Come here." Brett growled.
I was scared shitless. How the fuck had he turned up instead of Nathan? It was pointless trying to run, he knew who I was. I took a couple of steps nearer. He grabbed my sweatshirt in his fist, twisted it round and pulled me close. He took a long draw on the joint he was smoking. I looked him in the eye, he had an angry gnarled expression on his face. I dropped my head and looked to the ground but couldn't answer. He shook me back and forth.
"Answer me cunt." He demanded. "Yeah you stupid little fuck, you put your number in my locker. Fuckin queer. Luv Joss, awww." He said mockingly." Who's ya boyfriend then?. Thought you were coming to suck ya his knob yeah? Well guess what cunt, you can suck my dick instead: go on, fucking get down there and suck me off."
I tried to speak, tried to give him an explanation. The brilliant explanation I had thought of to get myself out of exactly this situation. But the words never came. By the time I did open my mouth to speak it was too late. He was already continuing to speak.
"Just shut up ya stupid little fucker an suck me cock, or you're dead."
He released his grip and pushed me away. I got on my knees and pulled down the front of his trackie bottoms and boxer briefs. He spread his legs apart and leaned back against the wall. Looking down at me, he carried on smoking his joint. I slowly revealed a mass of wiry pubes harbouring his musky alpha scent of sweat and sex. His man popped out, bounced up and settled. It was like a rocket and I knew where the payload was going. It was so hard, rigid, stiff, and it curved ever so slightly back towards his stomach. Last to show were his testicles. They were beautifully enveloped in a smooth skin bag, each one a generous mouthful.
I stopped pulling on his tracksuit bottoms. His equipment was now fully exposed. I don't know exactly how big he was. Save to say it was fat enough and more than long enough. I stared up at his cock and in that moment, I knew Brett was going to sweep aside my virginity. I'd conjured up so many images of the first cock I would suck. None of them were as good as what was before me. I couldn't wait a moment longer to taste it, lick it, get it in my mouth and suck it.
Although I had expected to meet Nathan there and I didn't particularly like Brett very much as a person, the experience was making me so horny I forgot all about Nathan. I had more pressing things to take care of. Namely the stunning organ in front of me. For my first time, this was a big cock. I suddenly realised that all control had been taken from me. This guy was going to take his pleasure from my mouth. Not because he liked me, not because he loved me or even fancied me; but because he could.
Not having the experience I wasn't sure how to go about it. Did he just want me to wank him with his bellend in my mouth. Should I pull it down and gobble on it like a chicken. I went for, lick it slowly from balls to tip. He seemed to like that. I licked that shaft from bottom to top for a minute or two. Swirling my tongue over the loose skin at the tip a couple of times before I pulled it down to point at me and skewered my face with it.
I was a natural: I gorged myself like a thing possessed. I wanted more and more of him in me. I went back and forth on his cock, tickling his helmet with my tongue. I held his foreskin with my thumb and two fingers next to my lips so I was wanking and sucking him at the same time. The skin flowed over his shaft like a steel rod covered in oil and wrapped in a silky gel stocking.
Between my nerves and the smoke Brett was blowing in my direction I felt a little high. I looked up to see Brett take a picture of me sucking him off. I guess it was his insurance that I would do as I was told. Not that he needed it. He could have just snapped his fingers anytime and I would have been first in line.
I stuffed my mouth and throat with as much of his cock as I could get in. I gave him the wettest, slimiest gobble I could manage. I slobbered all over it. My first taste and smell of cock was an epiphany. I wanted it so much. I didn't want it to stop. I had straight scally boy's penis in my mouth. I was tonguing his piss slit, tasting his cock snot. Brett told me to crouch with my back against the wall, pulled his trackie bottoms down further and straddled me. He took hold of his cock and stabbed me in the mouth. I knew what was coming.
He was going to fuck my mouth just like he would fuck his girlfriend's pussy and that's exactly what he did. I gagged a little but held on even though my eyes were watering. He pumped his fuckstick in and out and held my head still so he could get right to my throat.
The moans and ahh's told me that he was getting near to shooting his load. He didn't say anything he just let go, ejecting his spunk in molten hot spurts that hit the roof of my mouth and slid down my throat. I tasted and gulped it down with relish, even putting my hands on his buttocks and pushing him into me further. He told me to suck it dry so I clamped tightly with my lips to extract every drop of gooey goodness. He kept his cock in my mouth `til he caught his breath.
"You greedy little cunt. You love my fucking spunk, don't you."
The truth was, I did and so all I could say was, "yes Brett."
He pulled up his trackies and looked down at me again. He told me that I was his bitch now. I was going to have to get used to sucking on his meat because he was horny 24/7 and now he'd found a dumb gay mouth he would be feeding me is muck as often as he liked and no fucking arguments or I was fucking dead. Before he left, he gave me the letter. He had the picture of me on the end of his dick now. Not that he needed it.
Still crouching down, savouring the taste and smell of Brett. I was so horny I had to have a wank. It took all of a minute or two before I gushed a massive load of baby juice what seemed like ten feet. It was certainly further than I had ever shot before. I made my way home wondering just how often he would call me or what else he might make me do. I spent what was left of the evening in my room, just laying on top of the bedclothes thinking.
It wasn't how I imagined my first time. It had always been a more tender affair yet the excitement of a young boy in a state of sexual arousal, putting his penis in another boys mouth and using it for nothing more than his own gratification, was exhilarating. It was so personal, so very up close and intimate. I didn't care that he had no feelings for me. I wanted him to use me. I wanted to know that my mouth made him feel such ecstasy, there was nowhere to go but climax. The spicy taste of his spunk exploding in my mouth being the confirmation that I had done my job well.
The last thing I remember, was wanking myself as slowly as I could, picturing Brett in front of me. Re-living the exquisite moment I felt the skin of his shaft meet my lips and the fullness of his girth. The way his spunk flooded my mouth and senses. The smell of his manhood that was like a fog closing in, clogging my nasal passage and coating my throat.
I woke up with damp patch in my bed. I remembered dreaming about Brett. Not about what he'd done to me, but what I wanted him to do. Today is the last day of school and the whole summer to look forward to. I jumped into the shower and put on clean clothes. I didn't want to be a smelly cunt, in case Brett texted me. I knew Brett would be waking up with a morning hardon. I couldn't get him out of my mind and yet before yesterday I'd never given him a thought.
Nathan was leaving his house just as I passed and we walked together. I felt guilty, like I'd betrayed him or been unfaithful. I still fancied him something chronic but Brett had taken over my brain. I was his now in my mind. All I could think about was how good I could be for him. Nathan was babbling on about something but my mind was elsewhere. I finally caught on that he was asking about painting my uncle's fence. I told him I'd let him know about it.
I checked my phone every ten minutes for a couple of hours that morning but nothing. Just before first break, I finally got a message from Brett, it read, "Dryden Towers stairwell 1.30, don't be late". Dryden Towers was a block of flats about 15 minutes walk from school. Being Friday and last day we were let off at lunchtime so I wold have just enough time to get there. It was fairly dark in the stairwell. It smelled pretty bad too. I sat on the second flight of stairs, just up from the first half landing and waited.
I sat there on the cold damp concrete steps. Every movement echoed my presence. It was kind of eerie, Ten minutes or so later, I heard the outside door squeak open, someone was coming. I wasn't sure at first. All I could see was someone wearing a hoodie, looking at a mobile. Thankfully I made out Brett's face as he turned the corner of the landing.
"Alright dick breath, you ready." Brett said as he approached me.
"Yes Sir." The words came out of my mouth before I could even think about it.
"Fuck, you must be desperate for me muck cunt, ya love noshin' me knob don't ya"
"Yes Sir, thank you for letting me be your cocksucker." I replied with total submission.
I wanted Brett to know that I was grateful. That I was ready to swallow his seed whenever he wanted. I needed it; I needed him. Brett ordered me to crouch down with my back to the wall, just as I had done behind the pavilion. He didn't stand on ceremony, he just wacked out his cock and drove it home where it belonged, in my mouth. He fucked me in the mouth rhythmically for a good five minutes, stopping a couple of times to tell me to suck his nuts. When he shot his load, he pulled out and stepped aside to take a piss
I watched him piss on the landing. He must have noticed because he waved his stream of piss at me briefly. It sprayed on my hair, face and chest wetting my polo shirt but not enough to drench me, just a quick spray.
"Have some of that cunt" he said as he waved his cock in my direction.
He popped his junk back in his trackies when he was done and started down the stairs. Not even a "see ya", nothing. What was I expecting, flowers ! I looked over at the puddle he'd left behind. As if it were perfectly normal, I reached over and put my hand in it. I put it to my nose and gave it a whiff. It wasn't enough I had to taste it and I did. If there was ever any doubt in my mind that I was a raging queer, it was now gone. The summer was going to be eventful to say the least. I couldn't wait for Brett to text me again but my thoughts turned to Nathan and how I would feel about him from now.
To be continued.................
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