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I stared at my phone in bed at night, kicking myself for not remembering to get Ken's number before leaving school for the weekend. My friends from back home were texting me in a group chat asking how the new town and school was. Typically, I would have been engaged in the conversation but I found my mind drifting away from them and back to Ken repeatedly. My texts were short and to the point without much detail. I could tell they knew something was wrong, but they probably thought that I was just upset about moving. Truthfully, I was just thinking about Ken's warm, hard cock in front of my mouth. I wish I could have seen it underneath his briefs. I still remember his musky scent filling my nostrils.
What would have happened if the gym teacher hadn't interrupted us? Would he have let me give him a blowjob? Would he have done the same to me? I imagined his cock pushing its way down my throat, passing over my lips with each thrust. When he would cum, would he want to shoot in my mouth? My throat? Face? Did he want me to swallow it? I had a million questions that were left unanswered all because of bad timing. My imagination ran wild enough for me to jack off. I usually liked to watch porn, but nothing in porn could have measured up to what happened in the locker room earlier today.
I found myself wondering if he was even gay. Maybe he was bisexual. Or even straight. Like how some guys say... 'a mouth is a mouth'. Or even 'a hole is a hole' I thought to myself. If he were just interested in using me for sex and getting him off, I wasn't sure if that would be an issue for me. For one, it would be nice to have someone to fool around with. But he's so cute - I couldn't help but have these romantic feelings toward him. People would chalk this up to me being inexperienced and naive. But plenty of people meet in high school and end up getting married, moving in, and having kids.
Having kids? I must be crazy. I just met him today. It's not like I've never fooled around with someone before, but back then it was different. Things are already moving faster than I ever could have expected. I went into school worried about being able to make friends and I nearly left with a cock down my throat. And to think, it was the cutest guy I have ever met. What a strange day.
The morning sun blinded my eyes when I woke up. My first thought was about Ken of course. Is this what people meant by love at first sight? I rubbed my eyes, removing a bit of crust, and rose out of bed. I trudged to my stack of unpacked boxes and scrounged up some clothes for the day. They were all wrinkled, but I didn't mind.
I showered quickly and looked at myself in the mirror. My wet bangs nearly reached my eyes and I wondered when I'd get my next haircut. Moving had really disrupted everything. I dried myself off with a towel and wrapped it around myself, tucking it in neatly to hold it in place. I took a quick selfie with my phone, shooting from an angle downwards so that it captured my face and wrapped up body. I checked it, promptly deleted it, and tried again a few times. I suppose one of them is good enough.
"Sam," a voice yelled from upstairs, "Do you want to get breakfast?"
My family was never one to cook. They'd surely want to go to somewhere like iHop or Denny's or something like that. I wasn't hungry enough.
"No, thanks," I yelled back.
"You have to eat!" my mom screamed.
"Fine," I said. I brushed my teeth, rubbed some deodorant under my arms, and got dressed.
"Maybe you'll see someone you know, sweetie," my mom said.
"How many people do you think I met in one day?" I replied, staring at the menu.
"It's a small town," my dad assured.
"I only know like, two people and my teachers."
"Oh! You made friends already?" my mom said excitedly.
"Well, just one really. I don't know the other one very well."
"What's his name?" my dad asked.
"Ken."
"Is he affiliated with the school?" my mom asked curiously.
"It's Kent High, not Ken High. And just because they have a similar name doesn't mean anything," I replied.
"Well, you never know, honey."
"I just hope that he's not a bad influence," my dad was stern. "I don't want you associating with another Tony."
I blushed and shrugged it off.
"Can we order?" I hurried them along.
We arrived at home a couple of hours later. I begun setting up my computer in my room since I had nothing else to do. At least I could play video games over the weekend or something. It took me some time to find a good spot for it. I had to move my empty desk from one corner to the other to ensure the most privacy in case my parents were to barge in without knocking. I wanted to make sure the monitor couldn't be seen from the doorway and I could see in case anyone were to come in.
I attached all of the cords, connected to the internet, and opened my browser. I was greeted by an 18-year-old twink's ass being filled by a large cock. Apparently the last thing I did on my computer before packing it up was jack off. Figures. I closed the page and sought out some entertainment.
An hour later, I received a friend request notification. Kyle So wants to add you as a friend. Social media! Why didn't I think of that? I accepted his friend request and checked his friends list for Ken. Six hundred friends. Kyle was apparently very popular. Or spends way too long on social media. As I was searching, Kyle sent me a message.
Kyle: hey
Me: hi Kyle. how's it going?
Kyle: not much man, just wanted to add you to check out your page
Maybe I really did make two friends.
Me: how did u find my name?
Kyle: role call from study hall, duh
Me: oh okay. well enjoy my profile, let me know if u have any questions
Kyle: ;)
He winked at me? That's what he did in the locker room before he left. I shrugged it off. Must be overthinking things. I went back to looking for Ken. A few minutes later, I found his picture under the name Kenneth Bark. Suddenly, I got butterflies in my stomach. Should I even add him? Is this creepy or stalkery? Would he think it's weird? I was stuck in my head second guessing my actions. I decided to ask Kyle.
Me: do u think I should add Ken?
Waiting for his response felt like an eternity, but it only took five minutes.
Kyle: why not?
Me: I don't know, just wondering if u think he could think it's weird?
Kyle: you have a crush on him or something?
Me: no...
Kyle: then why would it be weird?
I stopped typing. Was he suggesting that it would be weird if I do have a crush on him? I decided Kyle wasn't very helpful but also decided against adding Ken. I didn't want to be seen as a creepy stalker after all.
I spent the rest of the night playing a video game with one of my friends back home.
I woke up in the morning under the covers. I reached out with my hand trying to find my phone, avoiding the harsh sunlight. I really need to get some curtains or blinds in this room. I found my grip on my phone and pulled it into my warm blanket shell. As usual, I had about 20 notifications and I scrolled through them one by one. Far down the list, I found a friend request from Ken around 1 am. I went to bed around midnight so I just missed it. I would have stayed up all night for that if I had known that he'd add me.
I quickly opened the app and accepted his request. I checked his page and scrolled through some of his pictures. The same girl was in a lot of them and they were smiling together. I felt my heart sink. Did he have a girlfriend? I suddenly felt like an idiot for imagining growing old with him, getting married, having kids, living life together. I knew I was a hopeless romantic, but the reality of it had never smacked me quite as hard as this.
Ken: yo sam
He messaged me just half an hour after I accepted his friend request. Could he have been waiting for me to add him?
Me: hey Ken. thanks for adding me, I forgot to ask for your number
Ken: i had to find u from kyle, he told me he found u
Me: yeah, he added me yesterday
Ken: i tried to find u but didnt know ur list name
Ken: last
Me: I'm glad u found me though
Ken: yea we're lucky kyle is a total nerd and remembers everything
Me: haha lol
I felt like a fucking idiot. "haha lol", as if I could have said anything dumber. I was still thrown off by his pictures.
Ken: so u want to text instead?
Me: sure, what's ur number?
We exchanged numbers and I added him as a contact in my phone.
Ken: thanks i hate that website
Me: I prefer text too
Ken: same. plus now u can send me some naughty pics ;)
I couldn't believe how forward he was. I wasn't one to take pictures like that, but I would do it for him. A few seconds later, he sent me an image of his soft cock laying on his belly. It looked incredible, even better than what I had imagined. He wasn't too big, but wasn't too small either. He had a good amount of girth and a nice tan color. His confidence even shined through texting, making me want him even more.
Ken: make it grow
I struggled to think of what to do. Did he want a picture of my dick too? My ass? I knew I was taking too long and became more and more self-conscious about it. I sent him the picture I took yesterday in the bathroom with the towel.
Ken: mmm, cute boy... take off the towel
Me: that was from yesterday.. I'm still in bed
Ken: then take off the sheets
Me: I'm sorry, I'm just not good at this
I sighed. I was fucking this up left and right. The most amazing person I've ever met is trying to sext me and all I have to say is I'm not good at it.
Ken: take off the sheets
I felt his dominance overcoming me. I took off the sheets and looked down at my hard cock leaking precum into my underwear. I snapped a picture with my phone and sent it to him.
Ken: there u go. see?
He sent another picture of his cock, semi-erect. It looked a lot better than I expected it to look. I wondered how big it got. Seven inches? Eight? I wanted to see it next to something for scale. I sent a drooling emoji to him... this is what people do, right?
Ken: mouth watering? want to lick it like yesterday, dont u?
Me: I want it down my throat
That came out of no where. I texted it and sent it within a couple of seconds without even thinking.
Ken: where else u want it? show me that ass
I turned on my stomach and faced the camera backwards. I decided to take off my underwear for this one and positioned the camera so half of my face was in it and my ass was behind me perked up.
Ken: fuckkk, im gonna ram your ass some day soon
Soon? I imagined his cock pushing deep inside of me stretching me wide. His groin smacking against my ass loudly with each repeated thrust.
Me: please... I can't wait... I need you to fuck me
I couldn't believe the words I was texting. I had never sexted before and even though it felt awkward, it was still extremely erotic to me. I felt an overwhelming sensation throughout my body as I felt myself shoot five or six times on the bed sheets. Subconsciously, I had been rubbing my cock against the sheets and it was enough to push me over the edge.
Me: I just came
Ken: let me see
I snapped a picture of the white sheets that were soaking in my cum.
Ken: fuck nice.. u made a mess
Me: yeah I have to clean it up hang on
Ken: no
Ken: keep it like that and sleep on it tonight
It was like an order. I felt that I couldn't refuse. And I didn't really want to.
Me: okay
Ken: which house did u move in to?
Me: Williams Street, it's like five minutes from the school
Ken: i know where that is. im not too far from there. its only 10 minutes walk
Me: okay. how come?
Ken: i didnt cum yet. i want ur throat
Ken: tonight.
I never went soft.
Night time couldn't come fast enough. Ken and I had been texting back and forth throughout the day. He sent me five or six pictures of his rock hard cock at different times. He was in his bedroom, the bathroom of a store, and one was even him outside with the cover of the trees. He knew how badly I wanted it and neither of us were pretending otherwise.
Through all of this excitement, though, I couldn't help but remember in the back of my mind that he could be taken. But he certainly couldn't be straight. He wanted to see my dick and he seemed to like it. Mine is about average. I'm not a grower like he is. We are about the same size soft, but his obviously grows a lot bigger than mine. Still, I've always been happy with mine. I never found anything wrong with it. But that girl... they must be broken up now, right? Ken texted me again.
Ken: ready soon?
Me: where are we doing this?
Ken: we'll figure it out, can you sneak out?
I definitely could sneak out. My parents give me a good amount of privacy and there's a back exit in the basement where I can go through the backyard and leave through the gate. I gave Ken the affirmative and he agreed to meet me outside my house in thirty minutes. I hopped into the shower, hard as ever, and began scrubbing every inch of my body. I didn't really know what to fully expect. I knew that he wanted me to suck his cock, but did he expect to do anything else? Kissing? Was he going to suck mine? Did he possibly even want to go further? Rimming? Fucking? He explicitly said he wanted to, but was that on the menu for tonight?
I played it safe and made sure to wash everything until I felt pristine. I stuck a finger up my ass and realized how much it might hurt if we did end up fucking. I was worried about the girth more than the length. I had gotten a rather large dildo up there before, but it was pretty thin. I felt resistance even with one finger up there. Nonetheless, I cleaned as well as I could, stepped out, and dried myself off. I looked at myself in the mirror and felt cute. I did grow into a good looking guy. I was an ugly duckling, with ugly glasses and a terrible bowl cut when I was younger. But now I had a decent physique. I looked alright in glasses, but I preferred my contacts.
I applied some deodorant and cologne, making sure to sniff myself before I got dressed and put on my white shoes. Five minutes left. I sneaked up the stairs to see if my parents were asleep yet. It wasn't terribly late yet - 9pm - and they were still getting ready. I decided to take my chances and sneaked out the back door in the basement. I put my phone's flashlight on, guiding my way through the unfamiliar yard. The butterflies started up again as I quietly lifted the latch for the gate and slipped through in the dark.
Waiting for any sign of Ken, I sat on the pavement of the driveway on my phone. I went through his pictures again, paying special attention to the ones with the girl. I shook my head and locked my phone. At least we don't have any close neighbors snooping around. It would be awfully hard to explain why I'm here sitting in the dark. My phone lit up.
Ken: almost there
I was lightheaded from the excitement and anxiety, but I hoped that it would subside when I started talking to him in person again. I put my phone in my pocket and glanced around. No sign of him yet. I got up and paced around a bit. A couple of minutes later, I saw a dark figure in the distance getting larger. As it got closer, I confirmed it was Ken. He had a black tank top on and dark blue jeans. He liked showing off his athletic arms. He smiled as he got nearer.
"Hey," he said.
"Hey."
And just like that, he put his arm around me, his hand on the back of my head, and pulled me in for a kiss. His tongue pushed its way into my mouth and I let it happen, touching it with mine. He swirled it a bit and I tried to do the same. He softly bit his teeth on my lip and pulled away. Fiery chills sent a shudder down my body. He grabbed my hand and started pulling me away from my house.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"Somewhere private."
I nodded. We walked down the road for a few minutes. Trees and forestry were everywhere in this place and I think we both knew that we could probably have privacy in most places in the woods. Still, he kept walking and I kept following him. Eventually, I felt the need to ask.
"Why don't we just do it like, in the woods? We can just walk a minute or so in? It's dark and no one will see us this late."
"You haven't heard of the ghost stories?" he asked.
"What?"
"Yeah," he kept walking, "Hundreds of kids go missing in these woods. They say it's because of some ghost. A shrieking woman who captures them and tortures them for eternity. You can hear the screams at night sometimes. But when they try to investigate, no one can be found."
"Are you serious?"
"No," he laughed, "I'm fucking with you. We're going to a little shack that my family owns. It's basically mine because my parents don't like it. But it's private. And it's got light and heat. I even have a fridge."
"Right," I said. "That's cool."
"You don't believe in ghosts, do you, Sam?"
"No," I said. "Just didn't want to ruin it for you."
"Sure," he smiled.
We make a cut through the woods and got to the shack in a couple of minutes. He unlocked the padlock on the door with a key under the floormat.
"Welcome to my house," he exclaimed.
"It's beautiful," I said, looking around. It was pretty empty and small, but there was a neatly made bed in the corner. It may have been just about the only neat thing in the shack, but it was something. I turned back toward Ken to find him with his shirt off and unbuttoning his jeans.
"Whoa," I said, "Ready much?"
"It's what we came here to do, right?" he snickered.
"Can I ask you something first?"
"What?"
"Are you gay or bi?"
"I'm bi. Why?" he replied.
"Are you dating a girl?"
"What are you talking about?" he laughed.
"I saw your pictures with a girl. There are just a lot of them, that's all. I mean, it's okay if you are but--"
"My sister?!" he yelled, "That's gross, Sam."
I felt so stupid. The resemblance was obvious in retrospect.
"Sorry, I didn't realize she was your sister."
"We're twins," he said. "Anyways, you sure know how to kill a mood, don't you?"
"I'm known for it," I chuckled. "Can I make it up to you?"
"I don't know. Can you get my mind off my sister? I went soft."
"How?"
"Tell me what you want to do tonight," he smirked.
He caught me offguard, but he probably knew he would with a question like that. He was supposed to be the one taking charge and telling me what to do. Now he's asking me to? I thought about it for a moment.
"Well?" he asked.
"I... well, I wasn't sure what you wanted to do. I thought maybe you wanted a blowjob. But then I thought maybe you wanted to, you know, throat fuck me. And then I thought there was a chance you wanted to do more. Like kissing. Rimming. Fucking...? Just some things I was thinking about."
"So you want to suck my cock, get throat fucked, get rimmed, and get ass fucked, is that right?"
"Well... they were just some ideas."
"You wanted it all tonight," he said, "You're a horny fucker, you know that?"
I blushed. Of course I was. I'm talking to a beautiful boy who checks all of my boxes.
"A bit," I said.
"I guess it worked," Ken said, looking down at his ever-tightening briefs encapsulating his growing cock. "Get on your knees."
I did as he said and stuck my face up snug against his briefs like we had done in the locker room before.
"No one to interrupt us now," he smiled and pulled his cock out of his underwear. I looked up at his cute face. His balls hung low and his cock stood erect above them. He grabbed the back of my head with one hand and his cock with the other. He proceeded to smack me in the face with his dick. Small amounts of precum stuck to my face where the head of his cock touched and rubbed.
"Go on," he said. I stuck my tongue out and licked up and down his shaft, briefly touching the head and scooping up his precum each time I went up. He moaned softly, enjoying himself. His cock got wetter and wetter and the precum seemed endless. I got more adventurous and engulfed his head and some of his shaft in my mouth, using my tongue to lick every bit of him.
"You're pretty good at this," he moaned. "How far down can you go?"
I tried going all the way down and gagged as his cock reached the entrance to my throat. I pulled back and coughed. "Sorry, you're just big."
"That's okay. You'll get plenty of practice tonight," he said. "Just go down slowly. I heard that pushing your index finger and thumb together can help, like, stop the gagging."
I tried again with his trick. It helped a little, but I still found myself gagging as he reached too far down my throat. I pulled his cock out and coughed again.
"Damn, you got it wet as hell," he laughed. His cock was covered in my saliva and throat juices. I had been salivating a lot from how much I wanted his cock in my throat. "Keep going. Keep it wet, maybe it'll help."
I tried several more times, each time his cock getting more and more lubricated with my saliva. Finally, it slid down much easier and I begun feeling as though I was choking. I pressed my fingers together like he said and focused on them. He moaned loudly as my lips touched his light pubes. His hands gripped the back of my head and he held me down hard. I felt the sudden urge to breathe through my mouth, but my airway was blocked off. I took a deep, strong inhale through my nose trying to catch my breath. I got a full wiff of his scent and I felt my own cock leaking large amounts of precum.
"Fuck yes," he exclaimed. "You got it." He relieved pressure on the back of my head and let me pull off a bit. Just as I thought he was going to let me breathe, he pushed his cock back in and pulled my head into him at the same time. I began choking and gagging hard from the unexpectedness of it.
"Sorry," he said. "Got a little bit ahead of myself I guess."
I continued coughing and gagging in between my words. "I... cough It's oka-- cough... I liked it." I let out one final cough before feeling as though I had composed myself.
"Your throat feels amazing. It was so tight back there. You think you can do it again?" he asked.
"Give me a minute," I said and put my hand up.
"Come here," he said as he pulled me up by my shoulders and kissed me. I was self-conscious about how wet my face had become and I still felt the urge to cough. But he was aggressive with his kiss and tongue. He held my face up next to his and licked my lips and tongue. After a few moments, he looked at me in the eye and smirked. "Your turn."
He lowered himself to his knees, stroking his hands down my neck, chest, and stomach while he moved down. He pulled my pants and underwear down all at once and instantly begun sucking down my shaft.
"Holy shit," I exclaimed. He was incredibly good at this. His soft lips worked up and down my cock and his tongue seemed to be in ten places at once. I had never felt anything like this. He cupped my balls with one hand and had his other on the base of my dick. He sucked up and down while jerking me off using his saliva as lube, Everything felt so warm and perfect. I rolled my head back and looked up. I couldn't believe this boy, who I had been crushing on, was giving me a blowjob. I had only had one blowjob before and it was his first time. Ken had done this before and had enough practice that he knew exactly what he was doing. I felt feelings of romance wash over me again and I looked down at his head bobbing up and down on my cock. The imagery and feelings were too much as I unexpectedly began reaching the poing of no return.
"I'm gonna cum, Ken," I quivered. Before I had even finished saying it, I was shooting my load into his mouth. He moaned, took his hand off my shaft, and pushed his head all the way down on my cock until I was in his throat. My legs were shaking. My eyes were tearing up. I forgot that I was in a shoddy shack. I was on cloud nine. I finished shooting six or seven shots into his throat and he slowly pulled his head back, sucking in all of the saliva on my cock as he pulled away. He swallowed everything at once, got up and smiled at me.
"That was hot," he said. "Never swallowed before."
"Really?" I replied.
"Yeah. But once you started cumming, it just felt right."
My legs were still shaking and I went off-balance a little. I sat down on the bed in the corner. I didn't know what to say so I just said, "Thanks. That was the best feeling ever."
"I've had some practice," he smiled, walking towards me "So... what are we going to do about this?" He glanced down at his cock and pointed a finger at it. It looked rock hard and aimed straight at me, his balls swinging as he strode closer to the bed on which I rested.
I felt a new rush of excitement wash over me. "I can get you off too," I said.
"Yeah, you can. Lay on your back," he demanded. "Yeah, just like that."
I stared up at his upside down image. It was hard for me to get over just how gorgeous he was from his cute smirk, to his boyish yet masculine voice, to his girthy cock and low-hanging balls that were inches from my face. He lowered his balls onto my nose and mouth. "Lick them," he said. I stuck out my tongue and tickled the bottom of his balls. As he lowered even farther, his nutsack encapsulated my nose. He pushed down hard as I inhaled his musk. I felt my cock wince at how erotic this was. I had never gone this far with anyone before and every second was a new experience that I could not get enough of.
"Come on, put them in your mouth," he said. I tried my best to pull one of his balls in with my tongue. With a little bit of repositioning, one dropped in and I swirled my tongue around it and clasped my lips around it. He moaned and began pushing down and pulling upwards with his ball in my mouth. At one point, the other ball had fallen in and I tried my best to tongue massage both. His smooth balls felt incredible to lick and suck.
"You ready to take my cock in your throat again, Sam?" he asked. I felt butterflies as he said my name. Something about the way he said it sent shivers down my spine.
"Yeah," I said. I was ready to do a better job this time. He grabbed my body by the shoulders and pulled my head off the bed, still with me laying upside down.
"This way I get a straight shot into your throat," he said. I opened my mouth in anticipation and closed my eyes. His cock smacked my cheeks a few times before I felt it pass through my lips. He pushed forward quickly, each inch passing by my lips and tongue, eventually reaching my throat. I pushed my fingers together on both hands, focusing on them, as he went all the way in. I choked and gagged softly, but this time he didn't retract his cock from my throat. He held it there and one of his hands grabbed my neck and chin, holding my head in place.
"Shhhh," he whispered. "You got this." He held his cock in my throat for ten or so seconds. My throat tightened as I became more uncomfortable. He pulled back slightly and pushed back in all the way, repeating his short thrusts. I found it easier to control my gag reflex in this position, but I put one of my hands on his thigh, ready to push him out if it became too much. His hand that wasn't on my neck pulled off of the bed and held my arm. He began doing longer thrusts, pulling out an extra inch or so before pushing all the way back in.
I gagged and choked every once in a while, pushing air out of my mouth uncomfortably, but I was determined to let him do what he wanted. He started fucking my mouth harder until his balls were slapping against my nose. My thoughts drifted from trying to control my gag reflex to thinking about how Ken was so experienced with sex. He seemed to know exactly what he was doing and knew how to get me accustomed to taking his girthy cock all the way down my throat. I wondered about the future and briefly thought how we'd be boyfriends and would have romantic and sexual nights for years to come.
My thoughts were interrupted by his loud moaning. As he thrusted harder into my throat, I realized how effortless it had become to try not to gag for the past couple of minutes. I choked and pushed air up one last time, unsure if it was due to my mind not being distracted anymore or if his throat fucking had become too intense for me to handle.
"I'm cumming," he yelled. He fucked harder and more rapidly until he finally pushed all the way in to his balls. I felt his cock pulsate with my lips and throat. It seemed to last for at least ten seconds; he ejected shot after shot deep into my throat. He partially pulled out and let his cock rest on my tongue. I tasted some cum, something that I had only tasted once before. I felt slightly disappointed, though, that he came in my throat and not my mouth because I had missed so much of the taste.
"Fuck, that was good," he said. "You're a natural. I wanted to fuck your ass, but that felt too good. I had to cum like that."
I pulled myself up so I was sitting on the bed. "Thanks," I chuckled. "Just had a good teacher I guess." My throat felt "used", like I was constantly on the verge of having to cough. I was okay with the feeling, knowing that Ken was the one who had caused it. He jumped on the bed, laying on his back, and pulled me in to kiss. We made out for some time, which only amplified my romantic thoughts towards him. Of course, not every thought was purely romantic. Truthfully, I had wanted him to fuck me tonight, but I knew we could always do that in the future. Eventually, we both laid down next to each other, cuddling, and drifted off to sleep.
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