DISCLAIMER: This is a series of fictional stories about teenaged boys confused by their sexuality. There are graphic descriptions of sexual activity, most of it homosexual. If you aren't allowed to read such material, stop now. Author retains copyright.
Touchdown!
Nobody could catch that slippery little shit Jerry. All through grade school and junior high he escaped the usual rites of passage by running from it. He was small and wiry and really quite the athlete so it was no surprise that Friday night when our quarterback called the long one and heaved it as far as he could, and Jerry ran under it and scored. We won and Jerry, only a sophomore, became part of the core football team. Now it would be OK for me to hang around with him, whereas before, with him being just a 10th grader, I being a senior, I couldn't really spend that much time with him. Now it was acceptable for Jerry to join us football guys for beers, for Jerry and me to be seen riding around after we'd taken our dates home, for me to give Jerry a lift home after an away game. Yes, that touchdown was a good thing for Jerry and for me, because Jerry was learning to suck dick.
It started one day at school when we were waiting for the shop to open after lunch. We were the first in the lunch line so had gotten done before the rest of the class. He asked me who I thought had the biggest dick in school. I didn't know, and then he asked if I thought I did. I told him I didn't know, and he asked me how big I was, and I said I didn't know. I did know, of course, but pretended ignorance. We sparred around like that for a few days and then I challenged him to bring a tape measure. He did and kind of challenged me to measure it.
"I'm not gonna get caught in the boy's room after school with you measuring my dick," I announced when he showed me his mother's tape measure.
"Where then?"
Whoa! So Jerry wants to actually measure my dick. I had to think quickly.
"Saturday afternoon. I'll be working at Uncle Jake's sporting goods store. Show up after four."
Sure enough, Jerry rode up on his bicycle at four. It was cold and windy and misting rain all afternoon, I was glad I hadn't gone over to State for the game with Uncle Jake. I had it on the radio, and it was close. I knew he wouldn't be back till late. Jerry stalled around looking at sweat socks and a second baseman's glove he wanted until the only customer left.
"Ride your bike around to the back," I said as I locked the front door and turned out the lights.
"Ooh, a secret," he said as I let him in the back way.
"In here," I said, annoyed a little that he was being juvenile. I walked into my uncle's office and turned to face Jerry. "OK. You ready to see what kind of dick I've got?"
He didn't say anything, just walked around the office looking at trophies and pictures. Jake had been a local football star that'd gone on to college and started all four years on a pretty good team. I unzipped my pants and flopped out my dick, it was soft. I was still annoyed and was determined Jerry was going to handle my meat today.
"It's not hard."
"Make it hard," I said, in a way that caused him to look at the door as a way out. I was in the way.
"I was just kidding about measuring it and all."
"I wasn't."
Resigned now that I gave him no alternative, Jerry reached out and touched it, soft and warm. It stirred. He watched it, fascinated as it rose before him.
"That is a big dick," he whispered.
"Jack me," I said as I opened the top snap of my jeans and pulled my balls out over the top of my boxers.
He grasped the shaft and pumped up and down slowly. I liked the way Jerry kept his eyes on it, fascinated. I knew I'd found one of those boys who likes dicks. I got harder knowing he was having as much fun as I was, and that there were going to be a lot more ways we'd find to explore it.
"OK, measure."
He got the length, both top and bottom, the circumference, the width. I gave him a piece of paper and wrote it all down.
"You gonna keep a log of dicks? Am I the first?"
"I might, and yes you're the first."
"That makes me the biggest dick in town, at least as far as your log is concerned."
"Indeed it does," Jerry said as he finished up his note.
"OK, now pump it some more."
"Got my measurement."
"I want to get my rocks."
"Now?"
"Now." I reached across my uncle's desk and opened the newspaper to cover the desk.
Jerry didn't argue, he pumped, trying to find a way to get good traction and point the instrument across the desk. Finally he sat on the desk facing me so he could use his right hand. In a couple minutes I climaxed and jism pulsed out over the paper, then oozed out over his hand.
"Oh gross," he said as he pulled his hand off my spending member and rubbed it on the paper.
I finished the job of pumping out the last bit of sperm, then rubbed my softening dick on the paper. He was still fascinated by it. I felt good.
Two weeks after our measuring session, Jerry caught the pass. There was a lot of locker room bonding because it was a big game. He was one of the guys now.
"Wanna take a drive?" I asked him over the phone the Sunday night after the game. It was just after supper and I'd finished my homework. I didn't swing by the usual teen hangout but drove straight to the county highway that led out of town. He didn't ask where we were going or why, and by the time we got there both of us had our dicks out.
"It'll grow," I said as I pulled mine down and leaned over toward him so they were close and easily compared. My uncircumcised dick was longer by a head. "Jack me." I leaned back and he stroked for awhile.
"I've got one too."
I reached over and grabbed his dick, the first dick I'd ever felt besides my own. It was awkward jacking a circumcised cock, no skin to slide. After we'd pumped for awhile I put my hand on the back of Jerry's neck and guided him into my lap. I didn't say anything, and he didn't resist. He paused, then took it into his mouth, tentatively at first then he let it slide in a bit further. Soon he began to bob up and down on it. I could feel his tongue working over the head in little butterfly flicks.
"Ohh, yess!" I let him explore it for a minute or so longer, then began to pump up into his mouth. He pulled off.
"Weird. I wondered what that would be like. Do you want to try?" He leaned back, offering his rigidly curved dick.
"No." He'd already done what I never expected to do, and I was certain he liked it and would do it again. I didn't want to rush him, but I was already calculating how much cum he could swallow between now and when I would graduate from college. I just jacked it slowly and looked out at the lights of town.
"So, you don't even want to try it, see if you like it?" He's pumping himself.
"No, but I like what we were doing, do it again."
He looked around behind the car, then in front, then he went down again into my lap. He sucked for a few minutes, then came up for air just as I was feeling a climax coming on. I'd decided to let it come unless he asked for warning.
"You gonna come?"
"Yeah, pretty soon."
"Let me know so I can pull off. I don't want cum in my mouth."
"OK."
He pulled his pants down to his knees and got his handkerchief out and wrapped it around his dick, then he went down on me again, pumping his dick. He took my cock down to the root and then climaxed with it in his throat, legs stretched out stroking his cock furiously. His handkerchief slopped wetly as he slowed down, cock still lodged in his throat. He gagged a little and pulled off, probably seeing things differently in his post climax.
"I'm ready," I said, stiffening.
He jacked me, semen shot up to my chest. He avoided it as he slowed down and the spurts became a fast wet ooze. I cleaned up with my handkerchief. We didn't talk about it on the way home. I knew he'd be back.
The next week we had the last game of the season, the state semi-finals, which we lost. It was 300 miles away, and we didn't get back until after 2 AM, bone tired and beat up. I played tackle, and the problem with playing a better team from a bigger school is they have a better line. My ass was dragging after trying to hold out a defensive guy bigger and stronger and faster than I was. I was bruised and sore, and horny. I had already arranged with Jerry to give him a ride home, his parents were grateful not to have to wait in the school parking lot for the bus. I drove away from the high school through town and out the other side. This wouldn't take long. Jerry didn't say anything as we passed the turn to his house.
"You want to play with it," I asked as we coasted to a stop. I was already hard and it was out and illuminated by the dashboard lights. Jerry dropped down on it without a word. He pulled the skin back with his lips and let it slide down his throat. It felt good.
"Pull your pants down," he said, coming up for air and checking in front and back for cars. I complied. "Straddle me." He indicated I should get on the seat in front of him. He scooted down so he was level with my dick. This put my head near the roof of the car, but it enabled me to get some good pumping action into his face. That was good. He'd pulled his pants down and was working his rod pretty fast. In a couple minutes he was in danger of getting my whole load.
"You want to take my load? I'm getting close," I whispered, pumping.
"Mrrmmph." He nodded, hand a blur behind me.
We came together, me ejaculating a load of three day's accumulation into his lips, Jerry pumping semen into his handkerchief. I held him against the seat until I was done, then slowly pulled a softening dick out of his mouth and leaned back on my knees. Jerry quickly spit into the handkerchief that already held his cum.
"So, what was that like?" I asked, not really caring much what he said.
"Not bad. What was it like for you?"
"Great, you just sucked the cum out, it was great." What could I say? Of course it felt great.
"You want to try it sometime?"
"I don't think so."