DISCLAIMER: These are fictional stories of teen aged boys in conflict over their sexuality. There are graphic descriptions of sexual activity, mostly homosexual. If you aren't supposed to read this type of material, stop now. The author retains copyright.
Gold Dick II
Football practice ended early because of rain one Tuesday afternoon of my senior year of high school. I took my time showering in hopes it would let up, but it didn't and I had to walk home. I put my books under my jacket and trudged on, like most of the other guys. Halfway home a shiny black Buick stopped and the driver's window opened a crack.
"Hop in, I'll take you home." It was Murray Gold in his mother's new car. I hustled around to the passenger's side and got in.
"Hey, thanks," I said. We weren't great friends, though Murray was in my English, math, and physics classes. I'd kind of stayed away from Murray since that time our freshman year when Buster made him suck his dick in the old house. Since it had been me who had held him and pushed him down on his knees I figured I was on his shit list.
"No problem. Can't have one of our stalwarts get pneumonia the week of the big game," he said, looking over his shoulder before pulling out into the street. "Besides, I owe you." "Owe me why?"
"I've never heard one peep about our little adventure in the cotton shed. Others weren't so discrete."
Buster had told a few people that Murray had sucked his dick, though he'd said that about some other guys too, and most people didn't put much faith in anything Buster said. Since our days as rowdy kids he'd graduated to the big leagues.
"Buster?"
"Yeah, he spread it around pretty well."
"Well, Buster's in jail."
"I expect Buster's learning all about it now," Murray said and chuckled contentedly. Buster was in the state reformatory for stealing cars.
I laughed nervously to cover my embarrassment. I could feel my face flush from this conversation. I vividly remembered our encounter in the cotton shed, but wouldn't have wanted to ever tell anyone.
"Want to do it again?" Murray asked this as he turned down my street, as casually as if he'd inquired about my English paper due tomorrow. Murray had filled out a lot since that Saturday I'd forced him into the old Miller house and Buster had had his way with him. Murray had taken boxing lessons at some gym in Memphis after that and then judo. He'd worked out and filled out, nobody messed with Murray now. He wore a letter jacket just like mine, though it was as district tennis champ and not starting tackle on the football team. I could have taken Murray in a real fight, boxing and judo notwithstanding. It probably would have been something to see, but no matter how clever or agile he might be, eventually I'd have gotten my arms around him and then it would have been over. I was the biggest kid in the senior class.
"Uh." I was dumfounded.
"When I finish my English paper tonight I'll take the car out to the A&W for a frosty one. Come out about nine."
"Uh." I stammered.
"Same as last time, you just watch," he said calmly as we stopped in front of my house. I ran in, dodging puddles. As I opened the front door I realized I had an erection. I covered it with my jacket and ran to my room.
"You're home early," my mother said from the kitchen.
"Practice was rained out."
"Did you have to walk home in the rain?" We only had a truck and Dad had it at work.
"Most of the way, Murray Gold gave me a ride."
"That's nice."
That hard on wouldn't go down. I changed into dry clothes and thought about beating off in the bathroom, just to get Murray off my mind. Then it occurred to me that if I went out to the root beer stand at nine I might get something better, it stayed like blue steel while I got out the typewriter and pecked away at my English paper.
"You have that English paper due," my Mother reminded me at dinner.
"I know, Mother," I said, annoyed. "I'm down to the last page."
"Good, I'll check it for mistakes," she said as she slid the end of the peas off onto my plate. Dad took the last pork chop.
I finished the paper by eight and proudly took it downstairs. In those days a typed paper could have corrections, because there were no computers to spell check and punctuation check, and re-typing the whole thing was out of the question. She found a couple commas to add and I was done.
"Can I have the truck?"
"Now?" Dad asked.
"I feel like a root beer to celebrate finishing that paper. Mom said it was good."
"OK," he said looking at his watch. "Be back by ten."
Whoa! Ten? That gave me more than an hour with Murray. I felt that damn dick stirring in my pants again.
I wasn't sure I wanted to go through with this, but if I didn't why was I here, circling the A&W? Murray was parked on the end, frosty mug on the tray already affixed to his driver's side window.
"Get one to go," he said as I opened the door and got in, he honked for the car hop and downed his root beer. In five minutes we were gliding through the downpour headed out of town. I felt secure, like I was in another town where nobody knew us, the rain was keeping most people in and fogging the windows of those who ventured out. We headed west for at least five miles, then turned off the county road onto a farm road and drove toward a darkened house.
"We own this farm, nobody lives out here," Murray said, and pulled between the barn and the house. We were completely hidden from the road, which was empty anyway. When Murray turned off the ignition it was deadly quiet, and I was nervous.
"Well, I guess this is safe," I said nervously. Murray pulled out a pack of cigarettes and offered me one, I declined. He took a long draw and blew the smoke up to the ceiling, then asked, "Anybody sucked your dick since I did?"
"No."
"You ever play with another guy's dick?"
"Well, Buster and I compared a couple times."
"But, didn't touch?"
"No. How about you? I guess Buster came back a few times.
"Yeah, he pulled me into that house a few times. I avoided going that way after piano lessons. Then he caught me out behind the store and pushed me over to the cotton sheds. Time passed, and I took some lessons. One time he pulled me over there and we had it out."
"What happened?"
"I whipped him, good."
"whipped him?"
"Kicked his ass, made him beg."
"Beg?"
"He swung on the Gold dick, several times. Buster atoned for past sins; with interest."
"Really? Buster sucked dick?"
"Buster sucked a lot of dick. Until he went to reform school we got together now and again. It was a much more egalitarian arrangement."
"Egalitarian?"
"Swap blows, tit for tat, I ate him and he ate me."
"Oh."
Murray unzipped his pants and pulled out a mostly hard dick. It was long and skinny with a bulbous naked glans, and he opened the glove compartment and shifted in the seat so I could get a good look at it in the dim light. I pulled mine out, soft. Murray scooted over and took it in his hand, just like he'd done in the cotton shed, and it stiffened up. He was slowly pumping both of our dicks. Then he scooted closer and they were side by side, his now straining hard with that bulging purple cock head, mine thick with skin partially covering the head. I began to relax, nobody was going to know about this.
"You suck a lot?" I asked.
"No, nobody since Buster left. You want to give this a pump?" He indicated his erect penis now only inches from mine. I grasped it, it felt different; hard, thin, warm. "Anytime you want to join in, just do it. We're all friends here," and Murray slid his butt back toward the driver's side and went down on my cock. He had been the leader, so in charge, but now as he slid his lips down my dick shaft his breathing seemed to get out of hand. He bobbed slowly taking a breath on the up strokes and blocking his throat with cock on the down strokes. Even completely blocked there were a couple inches still out, he seemed determined to get it all in. His breathing increased to almost a pant, was he going to lose control?
"Goddamn, that's a big dick," Murray said as he pulled off and stayed inches away pumping and admiring it. He went back down on it and bobbed steadily for a couple minutes.
"I'm getting close," I warned him. I'd begun to pump back at him, maintaining his rhythm but giving him an extra push on the down strokes. Cock head was now lodged deep in his throat and his lips were just above my balls. His breathing was raspy and loud.
Murray lay on the seat with his butt under the steering wheel, with this warning he slid his left knee onto the floor and rotated his torso so he could get his right hand on his own dick, which he began pumping. My climax came quickly and I pushed his head down onto my dick, as the waves of pleasure broke over me I looked down to see Murray ejaculating onto the leather seat of his mother's car.
"Mmrmmph," he said as my dick fired off three or four salvos of cum deep into his face. He was swallowing and bobbing and pumping all at the same time. Jizz was still erupting from his own dick and sliding down over his fist and dripping onto the seat. I held his head, slowly milking the last of my cum into him. He'd wanted it and I was going to be sure he got it all.
The rest of our senior year passed without so much as a wink between us.
"I've got tickets to see Elvis Presley at the Overton Park Shell in two weeks, want to go? Get a date, you'll get laid for sure. Chicks love this guy." Murray called me one night just after graduation.
"How much?"
"Ten each."
That seems trivial now, but Elvis was just getting big, and that was a month's worth of mowing lawns or working Saturdays at my father's feed store. I borrowed the money from my little brother and we began to make plans.
Murray's date was Millie, a cute, thin, mousy girl with glasses and a straight A transcript. Mine was Mavis, my sometimes regular girlfriend with whom I'd had some steamy make out sessions that stopped at second base. We drove to Memphis on a Saturday in Murray's mother's Buick and ate hot dogs at Overton Park. Ace Cannon, a local saxophone player of some renown opened the show, and right on time Elvis stepped onto the stage to the screams of three thousand crazy high school girls. It was fun and Mavis sat really close to me on the way home. Murray broke out some beer he had on ice in the trunk and we crossed the Memphis Arkansas Bridge in high spirits.
"Nooo," Mavis whispered a few minutes later as my wandering hand got to her bra strap. I burrowed in for another long kiss.
We pulled into a deserted lane a few miles from town with less than an hour before our dates' curfew.
Murray and Millie disappeared from sight in the front seat and the windows would have fogged from the heavy breathing, except it was summer and they were open. I managed to get Mavis' tits out under her blouse. Murray and Millie sat back up.
I felt Murray tap me on the back. Without breaking my lip lock with Mavis, I turned. He was sitting but Millie was nowhere to be seen. He nodded down toward his lap. I turned a bit more and looked down into the seat. Millie was curled up on the passenger side slowing licking Murray's dick head like a lollipop. I leaned back, my own dick about to burst. I put Mavis' hand on it, and it lay there limp and passive. The line was drawn and we weren't going beyond it.
"Uh oh!" A car pulled into the lane from the main highway, a half mile away.
Millie sat up in surprise, lips moist and puffy in the approaching headlights. Mavis scrambled to get her tits back into her bra. Murray deftly slipped a pretty fair sized cock back into his pants and zipped up. The car passed harmlessly, but the evening was at an end. We took the girls home.
"Want to go for a drive?" Murray asked the question I'd known would be a part of this outing from the start as we left Mavis' house. I'd decided several times to go, and not to.
"Didn't Millie do you?"
"Well, she was, but that car kind of interrupted things."
"I'm not sucking your dick," I said, letting him make the decision about going for the drive.
"Why, because Millie had it in her mouth," Murray chuckled, trying to make light in a tense situate.
"No, because I don't want to suck a dick."
"OK."
The ride out to the farm went silently, and the last mile he took his dick out, hard. I was surprised to discover mine was too. We coasted into the abandoned farmhouse yard we'd been to six months before and he turned off the car and sat silently for a moment, like he was conflicted, then he opened the door.
"Let's get out, you can lean against the car."
Surprised I just sat there as he came around to my side and stood in the dark, looking up at the stars, his pants now down around his ankles and his hand slowly pumping his hard dick. I opened the door and he was illuminated momentarily by the interior light. I stood there awkwardly, dick beginning to wilt.
"Come here," he said, motioning me toward the right front of the car. "Lean against the car."
I complied and he dropped to his knees, bare on the ground, and went right for my dick. Three slurps and it was up again and straining. He pulled off and pumped it with his hand and looked up.
"Our secret?"
"Yeah," I knew I wasn't going to tell, and Murray had more to lose than me. It relaxed me, I was going to get that good feeling and nobody would ever know.
The sucking started in earnest, same as the last time; deep throating himself until his eyes watered and his breath came in gasps from having his airway blocked, then licking the shaft and the head and the balls. He'd pulled my pants down and freely massaged my butt while he sucked. Then he pulled off and painted his face with my dick head, sloppy and wet from his spit and my pre-cum secretions. He rubbed along his nose, over his eyebrows, on his chin, cheeks, and then back to his mouth to get some more wet. He deep throated me again and then pumped with his hand while he flicked his tongue over the head, that took me took me over the edge. The accumulated stimulation of his sucking on top of two hours of making out with Mavis made for quite a spurt. He took it onto his lips and tongue while his hand pumped me.
"Swallow that cum," I said as I pushed my dick back into his mouth. No longer passive I pumped into his face for the rest of my climax. It felt like I was turning inside out as the spasms continued. Coming down I was surprised to see my hands on the back of his head and my still hard dick pistoning into his face. Drool dripped down his chin and his eyes were wide, looking up at me. He swallowed.