High School (b/b Oral Anal)
This is a fictional "coming of age" story about a high school student and his friends, all minors. If you are not 18 years of age or if it is illegal for any reason for you to read such material, you must leave now.
Copyright 2012 Charles Hughes, All rights reserved
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RYAN FIGURES IT OUT - 1
Ryan slipped his hand down under the waistband of his pyjamas and cupped his dick. He squeezed lightly, then with a little more force, and he sighed as he felt it stiffen and grow for him. He had a feeling that four inches (when it's hard) wasn't much for a 13-year-old, but it sure felt good anyway.
No, he didn't "have a feeling." He knew for sure that four inches wasn't much. He'd been watching the guys in the shower room all through eighth grade, and most of them had shown signs of change. But not him! And now, in his freshman year in high school, it was even worse. He kept telling himself it was because he was a full year younger than his classmates. He'd been home-schooled through the sixth grade and then bumped up a grade to the eighth grade when he started public school. Now, as a high school freshman at 13, he looked like a kid who was just beginning to get hair, and all the other guys had hair and nice big dicks!
He had a little bush -- well, it would be a bush when it filled in some day -- around the base of his dick. And that's all. He pulled his pyjama bottoms down and examined himself in the dim light coming through the window. But even in dim light you could see there just weren't many hairs there. At least he could cum now! He'd been shocked when he had his first wet dream a couple of weeks ago, having no idea what was happening. Growing up -- the sex part of it, anyway -- wasn't discussed by his very religious and strict parents.
So he'd found a few books in the library. He wasn't ready to make babies yet, but he could squirt a few drops of cum. And he'd listened to the boys at school and pieced enough information together to figure it out. Terms he hadn't understood before were a little more clear now. He grinned to himself. Especially "jacking off." He even began to understand some of the jokes high school freshman boys like to whisper in the locker room. Apparently he wasn't the only one who liked jacking off!
But he sure didn't talk about it. It just wasn't something you talked about. Not the way he was raised, anyway. When they showed a movie one day last year in PE class about boys entering puberty, he'd listened to the guys snicker when the word "masturbation" was mentioned. Even he knew nobody called it a penis. It was a dick. But he'd felt himself blushing at the diagrams in the movie, embarrassed about it even in the darkened room!
Well, he wasn't embarrassed enough his his own dark room that he didn't like stroking his dick and enjoying that brand new and almost indescrible pleasure. He rolled his cockhead around in his fingers, then toyed with it until the tingling began inside. He stroked slowly then, but he soon came to the place where he just couldn't stop. He pumped harder and faster, clamping his lips together to keep from groaning as the waves of sheer sexual ecstacy washed through his body.
He was panting by the time he recovered from that newly-discovered sexual high. If this was what boys felt like when they jacked off, he thought, no wonder everybody talks about it. His fingers moved through the sticky, watery fluid on his dick and pubic mound, then he rolled over and grabbed the sock he used to clean himself up when he did it in bed. He got out of bed and walked over to hide the sock in the back of his closet. When he crossed in front of the big mirror on his dresser, he turned on one of the little lights and looked at himself. Not too bad, he thought. His brown hair was kind of curly. He was slender, and his chest and belly had just begun to look as thought he might actually grow up someday. He pulled at his damp dick, slipped his pyjamas back on and climbed back into bed.
And he felt guilty about it. The jacking off. It always happened, he thought. The guilty feeling. Why? Was it wrong, a bad thing? He didn't think so, but he sure couldn't ask. And other guys did it... He was sure some of them did, the way they jokied about it. But the guilt came back every time.
Mr. Donaldson, the speech teacher, had talked some of his class into helping put the stage together for the first play of the year. Speech, the one elective he was allowed this semester, was his favorite class, and he decided he might actually like working on the play. They worked for a hour after school the next day, and some came back to work in the evening. Ryan had his homework done, and he walked back to school after dark.
He realized that, just as he liked watching the boys on the gym floor during PE, he liked watching some of the boys working with the stage crew as they stretched and raised scenery and moved all around. He knew not to let himself be seen watching, just as he was careful in the locker room and showers. You could glance at a guy and then glance away, and nobody noticed. In the locker room and shower, of course, there were dicks to compare, though he tried to hide his behind his towel as much as he could. He felt so much like a kid when they were all naked, relaxed with each other, joking... No dicks to compare working on the stage set, but there sure were some muscles that looked a lot different than his!
He glanced over at one of the juniors, a boy he'd watched before. His name was Kyle. He looked like a football player; in fact, he'd been on the junior varsity team last year, Ryan heard. He was tall, blond, and muscular, wearing a tight t-shirt. Ryan watched his shoulders and back as Kyle and some others raised up a flat. He'd have a big one, too, Ryan thought. He glanced down at Kyle's crotch and was sure he could see a nice bulge. He looked at some of the other boys, but Kyle was the best.
Shit. He'd have to stop that. You don't look at boys that way, he told himself. Just comparing, but it's a bad habit to get into. Stop it. He busied himself carrying boxes of small props from a back room. As he walked on stage he saw Kyle lifting something again, and his eyes flew to that crotch. Shit. He could actually feel his own dick stiffen a bit. He looked up from Kyle's crotch to find those bright blue eyes looking right at him.
He turned sharply to look busy, tripped over something, and the box he was carrying dropped to the floor, spilling the contents out. Shit fuck shit fuck. All those words he wasn't allowed to say out loud flew through his mind as he felt his face heat up with that damn blush he couldn't help! He gathered things up, with the help of a giggling girl, and moved on. He could only hope that he hadn't made too much of a fool of himself.
As the stage crew was leaving for the night, Kyle stopped him outside and asked if he'd like a ride home. Ryan stammered a 'yes' and got into Kyle's car.
"How about a burger before we go home?" Kyle asked.
"Uh... yeah, sure..." Ryan croaked. He cleared his throat. "Sure."
They went into a fast food place, ordered, and took their trays to a table. Kyle made small talk as Ryan tried to make himself more comfortable. Some of the kids from school were in and out, and most of them said 'hi' to Kyle. Ryan felt he should be embarrassed at the pleasure he felt being seen in the company of a good looking guy whom everybody obviously liked. He kept glancing across the table at those strong shoulders, the blue eyes, the full lips talking...
"Uh... yeah. First year in speech," he said, realizing he'd been asked a question. "I like it."
"I've been in speech for two years, and this year I'm in the play -- Donaldson finally talked me into it," Kyle grinned.
They talked about the play, school, and whatever Kyle brought up -- Ryan was too tongue-tied to do more than make a few comments. Kyle took him home, and Ryan said goodnight to his parents and went to his room. He sat on his bed for a while. Kyle talking to him. A junior. Going out for a burger. Taking him home. How did he get so lucky? He grinned. He went to the bathroom, got into his pyjamas, and got into bed.
He had another wet dream that night. He couldn't remember the dream, but it must have been a good one. There was more to clean up this time.
During the next couple of days, Ryan looked over the boys in the locker room and compared them to Kyle. Most of them were freshmen and sophomores. Kyle was a year older than that, of course, but none of them held a candle to him. Some of the dicks were pretty good -- he even saw the beginning of a boner in the shower -- but he was sure Kyle would be better in that department, too. He had to cover himself once when he'd started to spring a boner, too. There was no reason to compare Kyle with the others, of course. No reason at all. But a guy couldn't help it.
And each evening when the crew left, Kyle offered him a ride. Of course, they lived in the same direction from school. Only a few blocks apart. No reason for him not to. Not like he was going out of his way. In fact, one night he asked a girl if she wanted a ride and took her home. Then they went to get their burger. And Ryan began to feel a little more comfortable.
And each night Ryan just couldn't help himself. Once in bed, he'd remember all he could about the ride home, chatting while they ate, what they talked about on the way home, Kyle bending over to wave 'goodnight' through the car window. He'd deliberately stop thinking about being with Kyle. And then he'd find himself with his hand inside his pyjamas. He'd have to remember to sneak that sock into the wash when he did some of his other clothes over the weekend.
Saturday night was a home game, and Kyle asked him if he was going. Ryan started to say 'no' when Kyle asked if he wanted a ride. So he said 'yes.' He knew his folks wouldn't mind his going to a football game. They'd already asked about his rides home, and when he'd told them Kyle's dad was the president of one of the banks, his father knew him. Game night was cold, but they stayed to the end -- Springfield High won -- then went to get a burger. This time the place was filled with kids from school. They all knew Kyle and talked to him, and some said 'hi' to him, too.
He never had classes with Kyle, of course. But in the next week he saw him a couple of times in the hall, and he was pleased when Kyle waved and called 'hi' to him. He discovered that Kyle was in the PE class right before his when some of the stragglers from that class left the showers as his own class was entering the locker room. Kyle had a towel around his middle, but his chest and legs were right there... Ryan felt his dick suddenly fill the pouch of his shorts. He ducked behind a row of lockers and waited for a minute until Kyle left before he moved over to undress. That was such a stupid thing to do, Ryan scolded himself. To hide from him... Well, to get a hardon, too...
That night the image of Kyle walking from the shower, his skin still damp, his towel wraped around his middle... It just wouldn't leave his head. He was hard already, and he had no choice but to reach down into his pyjamas and jack off. He moved his hand with deliberate force until he spurted his cum with a long sigh he just couldn't contain. It was just because he was envious of Kyle's build, he told himself. It was just because... All guys checked each other out, and... Well, most guys jacked off. He was sure of it.
The stage crew only worked three nights that week, and on one of them Kyle apologized because he had to get home quickly. But the other two times he and Ryan went for burgers, sat and talked, and then Kyle took him home. Ryan found he was more relaxed and talked more easily. But he just couldn't help the jacking off! He felt guilty afterwards, each time, but that didn't keep him from doing it the next time.
The next home game was on a Thursday night, and Kyle picked him up again, but the evening was so cold they decided to leave early. They went to the fast food place and ate, but since it was still early Kyle suggested they just drive around and hang out together for a while. Kyle told him he'd seen him that day in the locker room, when Ryan had ducked behind some lockers to hide. Kyle laughed about it, but Ryan was a little embarrassed. A bit later Kyle reached over for Ryan's hand.
Ryan felt his hand pulled toward Kyle. He felt Kyle close it around something warm...
"You ever felt anything like this, Ryan?"
Ryan looked over to see that his hand was around Kyle's dick! It was hot. Thick. He hadn't even noticed Kyle pull it out! He jerked his hand back like he'd been burned and pulled himself over to the passenger side as far as he could get.
"It's just a dick," Kyle said quietly.
"Uh..." Kyle knew he was beet red. He felt hot from head to toe! "Umm... I... I gotta get home now..."
"Not already, Ryan. It's okay - you'll see."
"No. I gotta get home."
Kyle didn't say anything more and drove him back home. Ryan closed the car door behind him without even saying goodbye.
He still felt flushed. He didn't have to feel his crotch to know his dick was hard -- it was so hard it almost hurt to be confined. His sisters and his folks were already in bed upstairs, so he went into the bathroom he used downstairs. He pulled his pants and jockeys down and began to jerk his dick. He bent at the knees when the feeling started. He didn't want to cum too soon. He wanted to remember how hot and thick that dick had been in his hand... how it had pulsed... Kyle's dick...
A low moan escaped his mouth before he could remember to keep quiet, and his dick throbbed hard in his hand. His thighs quivered, but he hardly noticed. His gut twisted with that terrible wonderful tension and... he shot... again and again... He wound up leaning over the toilet. He looked at the few drops of cum in the water, then he noticed a lot more on the toilet seat. More than he usually shot. He felt so weak he lowered himself to the floor, and then he got some toilet paper to wipe the seat and clean himself.
He went to his room, got into his pyjamas. He couldn't sleep. He'd touched another boy's dick! Kyle had wanted him to! Was Kyle at home jacking off? He soon found himself reaching into his pyjamas again to stroke a very hard dick. It took him a little longer to cum this time, but it felt just as good.
He fell asleep and woke the next morning to find his pyjama crotch stiff and his dick sticky. He felt... ashamed. Guilty? Yes. No.
At school the next day he felt self-conscious again - like he had when he first started jacking off. Like kids could tell just by looking at him. Something in his eyes...? His walk...? Could they tell there was something wrong with him? He worried all day about what Kyle thought of him. Did Kyle think he was afraid of him? Didn't like him? He had trouble paying attention in class. But after school when the stage crew worked again, Kyle seemed like always. But he didn't seem to pay much attention to Ryan. Not that he ignored him... But Kyle left early.
Ryan spent Saturday morning doing some household chores -- including his own laundry -- and finishing some homework. Right after lunch the phone rang, and his mother told him Kyle wanted to talk to him. Kyle asked if he wanted to go to a movie that evening. He asked his mother, who okayed the movie, and Kyle said he'd pick him up.
Kyle had called, so that meant... that he wanted to do it again? That he wouldn't do it anymore since Ryan didn't like it? At least Kyle wasn't mad at him. Ryan dressed carefully that evening and ran out to the car when Kyle honked.
The movie wasn't all that interesting. Actually, Ryan was kind of nervous. He wasn't sure what to say -- there hadn't been much talking on the way -- and the movie started right away, anyway. About halfway through the movie Ryan felt Kyle lay his hand on his thigh. Ryan couldn't help but tense a bit. But it felt good when Kyle left his hand there. Ryan sat back in his seat wondering what would happen next. What happened was something he should have anticipated -- he got a hardon! He moved his hand to cover his crotch and glanced up at Kyle to see if he'd noticed. Kyle didn't look at him, but he squeezed Ryan's thigh lightly.
A few minutes later, Kyle leaned over to him. "This movie isn't all that good. You just want to go ahead and leave?"
Ryan didn't trust his voice, so he just nodded.
"We can just drive around a while and hang out," Kyle whispered. Ryan got up and followed him out of the theater and to the car. They talked a little about the movie but were quiet most of the time.
Kyle drove out to the edge of town and pulled into a dark lane by the park. He stopped the car and turned to Ryan.
"It's okay, Ryan. I know you jack off. I do, too -- and you know that. I guess everybody does it."
They'd never talked about it, Ryan thought. How did Kyle know he jacked off? He got nervous again; his mouth was dry. But they were -- well, Kyle was -- talking about it.
Kyle put his right arm on the top of the seat behind Ryan and began to run his fingers across the small hairs on the back of his head.
"It would be fun to jack off together, huh?" Kyle asked quietly. His fingers brushed those small hairs upward lightly. He put his left hand on Ryan's thigh and squeezed, as he had during the movie.
Ryan felt the warmth of the hand through his jeans; it moved slowly up and down his thigh, then squeezed lightly again. He closed his eyes as the warm hand moved to his inner thigh to stroke a few times; then it cupped his crotch. His dick throbbed. He lay his head back against Kyle's arm and sighed. He felt the buckle of his belt opened, then the snap, then the zipper. His lower lip quivered as Kyle's warm hand stroked the bare flesh of his inner thigh, then Kyle cupped Ryan's crotch again and squeezed the hard dick inside the cotton. Another sigh moved quietly through Ryan's lips. The hand -- Kyle's hand -- felt so warm; it moved slowly and lightly, but his dick felt every slight movement.
He couldn't help it --it was almost unconscious -- but Ryan opened his legs a little farther. The warm hand lifted a moment, then the fingers slowly slid down under the waistband of his briefs. Ryan felt... the hand, another's guy's hand in there, Kyle's hand... Kyle slid his hand down until it covered Ryan's boner; he squeezed it gently. Ryan rolled his head back and forth against Kyle's arm. He held his breath as he felt the waistband lowered. His dick was exposed to the cooler air, but the warm hand went around it immediately. Ryan heard himself whimper a bit.
"It always feels better when somebody else holds it, Ryan," Kyle said. His voice was low and soft. "You've got a great dick, Ryan."
Ryan opened his eyes and looked down at himself. His four inches were almost totally covered by Kyle's hand, but he could see his cockhead appear briefly and disappear as Kyle began to stroke him slowly. "Ooooooo..." Ryan breathed out slowly. So hard... Warm hand around his boner...
Kyle removed his arm from the back of the seat and raised the console between them out of the way. He switched hands on those hard four inches and, with his left hand, moved Ryan's hand to his crotch. He closed it around the big bulge between his legs. "Take it out for me, Ryan," he whispered. "I'd really like that."
Ryan knew his hand was shaking, but he moved it to the buckle of Kyle's jeans, opened it, unsnapped then unzipped. Kyle raised himself up a bit so the zipper could be moved all the way down, but he never removed his hand from Ryan's dick. Ryan's hand immediately felt the warmth released from between Kyle's legs. He touched Kyle's huge hardon through the cotton briefs. So thick... so warm... in his hands... He moved the waistband downward; Kyle raised himself up again, and Ryan found himself pulling the briefs down to Kyle's knees.
Kyle's hard dick sprang up, fully hard, and bobbed a few times before settling in a position pointing up to Kyle's head. Ryan hesitated a moment, then he slowly closed his hand around the dick. It was a thick as he remembered from before. Warmer. Soft skin on the outside, stiff as a pole inside. The bush of hair at its base was full and curly. The hairs brushed his hand as he held another guy's dick for the first time in his life. Ryan could just make out the balls hanging low between Kyle's strong thighs. The dick throbbed in his hands, and he began to slowly stroke it.
Ryan couldn't take his eyes from Kyle's cock; the dim light was just enough to show the dark redness of the cockhead. But he felt the big hand on his own dick moving, slowly pumping his cock; his dick didn't feel like four inches, but more like eight, ten, more... The tingle inside began, but Kyle's hand was moving so slowly the real tension there didn't begin yet. Ryan realized his head was very close to Kyle's as both reached across for each other, and he looked up to see the smile of pleasure on Kyle's face.
But Ryan was just too turned on to hold back for long. He sat back rigid against the seat and tried to slow down the tempest inside him. He let Kyle's dick drop as the feeling began to overwhelm him. He lay his head back, and his mouth opened wide. A small moan began as his dick impossibly stiffened more, and he felt the hot movement inside him shoot into his dick, up through the shaft, into the engorged head, and out the little lips...
"Oooooo god oooo..." Ryan couldn't keep quiet. But his eyes locked on his cockhead as he watched his spurts shoot up and outward and fall onto his pants. He shot again, and the pain/pleasure made him gasp aloud. His hips moved involuntrarily as he came once again... "Oooooo uuhhhhh..."
It was over way too soon, but Ryan was weakened to the point that he felt completely limp. So much pleasure in a few moments... overwhelming his senses...
As the feeling subsided in him, he returned his hand to Kyle's cock. He pumped slowly at first, but the small sounds from Kyle encouraged him to stroke faster. The thick cock throbbed as his hand moved up and down. Again and again. He heard Kyle's gasp just before he saw the first shot of cum, a long stream of white cream shooting outward and upward. Ryan continued to pump as Kyle's big cock shot again and again.
"Yea... yeaaaa... yeaaaaa...." Kyle's voice was rough and low.
When he was done, Ryan pulled his hand back. His eyes followed the lines of creamy cum up onto Kyle's shirt; there were little pools of it on his bare thighs. And more on the spent cock -- and Ryan's hand. It was a lot more cum than he shot himself.
Kyle sighed deeply. "O fuck, Ryan. That was so good. So good, buddy." He sat up and reached for a packet of tissues in the door pocket next to him. He used some to wipe the cum from his shirt and thighs. He wiped his dick and reached over, grinning, for Ryan's hand, cleaning it. He handed Ryan some tissues and watched him wipe himself off. Kyle took the tissues and threw them out the window. Then he lay his head back on the headrest and sighed deeply. "Yeah. So good when somebody else is doing it for you. You know?" He turned to Ryan.
Ryan wasn't sure he knew what to say, so he didn't say anything. He gave Kyle a small smile, and they both pulled their pants up again. Ryan was already wondering how he could have done such a thing. The guilt again. Not shame. Not if Kyle didn't feel ashamed, and he didn't seem to. But... He'd jack off another guy! He'd let another guy jack his dick... Damn, it was such a great cum.
Kyle started the car and drove back toward their neighborhood. "Yeah, you bet, buddy. It was so good, sharing it like that." He looked at Ryan for a moment as he said, "Thanks, Ryan."
Ryan gave him a small smile but didn't speak until they pulled up in front of his house.
"Thanks, Kyle... I mean... I mean... uh... 'night."
He pissed, got into his pyjamas, and fell into bed. He could still feel Kyle's warm hand on his dick... his own hand on that thick hard cock he'd jacked off...
What had just happened to him?