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 - 2
There was another football game on the weekend, and they stayed for all of this one. During halftime they went to the restroom together; it was filled with other guys, boys and men, and Ryan felt very self-conscious standing at a urinal next to Kyle. He had a little trouble starting. And after the game they drove out into the country, to an area Ryan didn't know, pulled into a little copse of trees, and jacked each other off. The moment he touched Kyle's big cock Ryan knew he wanted it, knew he wasn't doing anything he didn't really want to do. Hadn't he been thinking about it for days? He could hardly jack himself off without remembering Kyle's hand on his dick -- or his own hand on Kyle's big one.
Only one work session remained for the stage crew the following week. On the way home, Kyle said he had to get home sooner than he had thought, but they'd have time to "run out into the country" if Ryan wanted to. Kyle was really putting him on the spot, Ryan thought. But then, why shouldn't he? Every time they'd been "out in the country" Kyle was the one who initiated it. He didn't say anything. Kyle accepted that as a 'yes,' and they went back to those trees just off the country road. This time Kyle wanted to piss first, and they stood side by side to do it.
After he'd shaken hisr dick, Kyle reached over and took Ryan's in his hand. Ryan was mortified that he hadn't finished peeing yet! Kyle's hand closed over his last few drops of piss. But Kyle didn't seem to mind. He took Kyle's dick, and they stood there for a few minutes getting each other hard and excited. They got into the back seat this time; Kyle said they'd have more room. And they didn't even bother to tuck their dicks back in first. They started stroking right away, and it didn't take long for Ryan to just give himself to the pleasure of Kyle's hand on him, his dick and his balls. He shot hard enough that his cum hit the back of the seat in front of him. Kyle laughed and told Ryan to point his dick at the seat, too, and he shot his cum there, too. He used tissues to clean the seats off.
Ryan went home feeling completely drained and as thrilled as he always was to share such an intimate experience with his new friend. But by the time he got ready for bed, the guilt set in again. Jacking off is one thing. Probably most guys did it. Well, some guys, anyway. Jacking off another guy's dick is something else again. Something wonderful; the thought flashed through his mind. But something... not right. Bad? And letting a boy touch him down there, actually jack him off? That sure wasn't something you talked about with anybody. And didn't want to. And probably shouldn't. Maybe shouldn't even do it in the first place! Probably shouldn't. His dick was hard, but he tried to ignore it. He finally fell asleep.
Two days went by, and he'd seen Kyle a few times, but always when he was in the company of somebody else. Kyle went home after the stage crew worked that night without offering him a ride. Well, he'd left before the crew was done, so maybe he had to get home early.
Ryan turned over on his bed, pulling his dick up against his belly; then he lay on it, spread his legs apart, and slowly humped his mattress. He knew he shouldn't do it too long; he usually did his own laundry, but his mom or sisters just might see a dried mess on his sheet. He groaned into his pillow as his dick grew harder. He stopped humping and began to roll his hips side to side, pressing down on the bed as much as possible. In a few moments he decided he should stop before he came. He raised up and tucked his dick straight downward and then moved his thighs together, pressing his hard hot dick on both sides. He moved his thighs by wiggling his hips slowly.
When he'd first gotten a hardon as he was getting ready for bed, he measured his dick again. He lay his hard dick on top of a ruler, pushing the ruler back against the base. He looked, stroked it again, and then looked again. More than four inches! About four and a quarter!
He was working those hard four and a quarter inches between his thighs, but it wasn't his dick he was thinking about. It was impossible to forget jacking off with a friend -- and Kyle, of all people! His cock had been so thick in Ryan's hand, and so warm. When it pulsed against his fingers, it had send shivers through Ryan's insides. Touching, holding, stroking the dick on that hunk of a guy... Well, not a hunk. That was the way girls thought of boys. Fuck, Kyle was a hunk, no matter who thought it! Still massaging his dick with his inner thighs, he unconsciously closed his right hand, the hand that had closed around Kyle's cock; he tightened his fist and began moving his hips faster.
No, it just wouldn't do to cum on his sheets. He got out of bed and rooted around in his closet for the old sock he used as a cum rag. On the way back to his bed, he paused in front of the mirror to look at himself in the dim light. He stroked his dick once, pleased to find a little precum on the cockhead. He sat back on the edge of the bed and smoothed the precum all around his cockhead. So slick and sexy. It dried too quickly.
Ryan slipped the old sock over his dick, lay down on his belly again and resumed massaging his dick with his inner thighs. It was such a delicious feeling! Almost, but not quite yet... Building toward it... His dick was hot against his thighs, even enclosed in the sock... Oh god it was going to start... He couldn't help but begin humping again, thrusting his cock down into his thighs harder and faster... Couldn't stop now if he wanted to... Ooooooo fuckfuckfuck... He felt the hot wetness of his cum shoot from his cockhead into the sock. Moving over his sensitive cockhead, the wet cum made him shoot again, then again... Ooooofuckfuckyessss...
He went limp against his mattress enjoying the afterglow. He was probably jacking off too much, he thought. He grinned to himself. Of course, maybe you couldn't really count humping your mattress as jacking off. There wasn't anything wrong with jacking off. He sighed. Just didn't want to get too much in the habit. It was probably just a phase he was going through.
He got up, pulled the old sock off, and put it back in the corner of his closet. He stopped in front of the mirror again. He saw that his dick was still hard. He rubbed his finger over his cockhead, feeling some of the cum that remained there. He held it in front of his face. Sniffed it. He licked it from his finger. Not much to it, really. Sort of salty... nutty... He grinned. Sure, nutty. Right out of his nuts! He got into his pyjamas again and went to the little bathroom next to his room to wash his dick off before he went back to bed.
The play was on Thursday and Friday nights. There was a football game on Saturday out of town. Then a performance on Sunday afternoon. Ryan didn't really have to be there for the performances; his job had been just the preparation of the set. But he wanted to be there, anyway. He could help the crew with scene changes. And he could watch the play from backstage. He'd only seen some of the rehearsals, and this way he could see Kyle's part in the whole thing. Thursday night was a little rough, but Mr. Donaldson said it was okay. Friday night was better, with lots more applause. Kyle had had some funny lines, and the laughter meant he'd gotten them over well.
On Saturday morning Kyle called and asked if he wanted to go to a movie. His mother said 'no;' there was some special thing at Sunday School in the morning, and they all had to be there early. Ryan was so disappointed; he knew his voice sounded that way when he got back to Kyle. Kyle reminded him there was a cast and crew party after the performance Sunday afternoon, and Ryan said he'd already gotten permission to go.
The Sunday afternoon performance was even better; there was more laughter and lots more applause. When they did a curtain call, the applause grew when Kyle stepped forward. Springfield High was know for it's strong speech and drama program. Afterwards, Ryan piled into Kyle's car with a bunch of others, and they went to the house of one of the cast members where the party was. There was lots of laughing and joking at the party, and Ryan joined in -- a little surprised at himself. He didn't usually do well at parties -- too self-conscious because of his age. But after working so hard on the play, he seemed to fit in. When they'd gotten there Kyle had asked if he wanted a ride home, and Ryan had told him he had to be home at 10:00 -- it was a school night. Around 9:00 Kyle came over and suggested they leave. Ryan tried to keep his nervousness out of his voice; he knew what leaving an hour early meant. Or, at least, he thought he did.
"So," Kyle asked when they got in his car; "what did you think of it?"
"It was so good, Kyle! I wondered, with the few rehearsals I saw, whether it was going to be. But it sure was. And you were good, too! The best one!" Ryan felt his face flush; maybe that compliment was a little too enthusiastic.
"Thanks, Ryan. At first I didn't think I could memorize all those lines! But it was fun. Hey, you ought to try out for the next play."
"No way, not me," Ryan said. "I'd be so nervous, I'd pee in my pants!"
Kyle laughed. "You'd probably do better than you think you would."
Kyle turned off the main road onto the lane that went to the cemetery. Ryan went quiet. He wasn't sure what to say now. Obviously, Kyle wanted...
Kyle parked the car a little farther in than the first time they'd been there. "Kind of private here," he grinned. "Look, speaking of peeing in your pants, I really need to take a leak. Let's go." He opened his door, clearly expecting Ryan to get out on his side.
Ryan got out as Kyle came around to his side of the car, the side next to the cemetery wall.
"Fuck, it's cold out here," Kyle said. "My dick will shrivel up so much I won't be able to piss!" He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his dick.
Ryan could only see the cockhead until Kyle pulled on it again. Ryan fumbled with his own zipper. His hand was shaking a bit, and it seemed that Kyle was waiting on him to begin to piss. He got his dick out and had to wait. Maybe it was too cold! He looked over at Kyle when he heard his stream hit the dried leaves on the ground. Kyle's dickhead was even farther out; there was a strong stream of piss arching outward and falling downward in the moonlight; Kyle moved his dick up a bit so his piss would splatter on the cemetery wall. Ryan finally got his stream going, and he dared to glance over at Kyle. Kyle was watching Ryan's dick piss! They shook their dicks at the same time and then got quickly back into the car. Kyle turned the heater up. Then he said they should get into the back seat again, so they piled over the seat into the back.
"I like pissing outside," Kyle grinned. "I always piss behind the garage when I mow the lawn." He lay his hand on Ryan's thigh. "I'd really like to jack off, Ryan."
Ryan didn't say anything. He wanted to agree. But he didn't want to, either. But he hoped maybe Kyle would start something... He watched Kyle's big hand move slowly up and down his thigh. Ryan's dick was hard in his briefs. Kyle cupped his hand over Ryan's crotch.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" Kyle asked. He lowered his voice almost to a whisper. "I know you want to, Ryan. It's just you and me here. We've always had fun; we can do it again." He rubbed his hand into Ryan's crotch.
Ryan sighed and opened his legs a bit. He watched Kyle's hand move up to his belt and unfasten it, then unzip his jeans. He muffled a groan as Kyle slid his hand down to cup his dick through the cotton. So warm. Kyle's fingers moved his dick from side to side and then found his cockhead, squeezing it. He felt Kyle's finger press at the tip of his dick.
"Hey, buddy, looks like you're leaking precum," Kyle said. He pulled his finger out and sucked on it.
Kyle tasting his precum! Ryan's dick lurched in his briefs. He waited for Kyle to return his hand, but instead Kyle used both hands to pull Ryan's jeans down. Ryan lifted his hips, and Kyle pulled them all the way down to his ankles.
Kyle unbuckled his own jeans. "Help me get them down, Ryan, okay?"
Ryan reached over and put his hands on either side of Kyle and pulled down as Kyle raised his hips. Right in front of Ryan's face were those strong thighs -- and a big white bulge in Kyle's briefs. Kyle wiggled his jeans down around his ankle, and Ryan reached slowly for that bulge. He closed his palm over the huge, hot cockhead inside, and Kyle sighed deeply as he straightened up. Ryan toyed with the big dick, finding the cockhead and rubbing it with a finger.
Kyle reached over and pulled Ryan's briefs down to his thighs; he leaned into Ryan to pull them all the way down to his ankles. Then he sat up and pulled his own briefs down, all the way. The boys sat there for a moment, looking at each other's hard cocks in the moonlight. Then Kyle reached over and closed his hand around Ryan's dick.
Ryan released a breath he hadn't even known he'd been holding. But he was shaking a little, too. Naked from the waist down... his dick hard and feeling the warmth of the hand around it... He reached around Kyle's arm and took the bigger cock in his own hand. They slowly stroked each other. Kyle's fingers moved down to Ryan's balls and moved them. Ryan moved his fingers down when Kyle opened his legs a bit, and he felt the big warm sac, covering with a light sprinkling of soft hairs.
"Just sit back and enjoy it a minute, Ryan," Kyle said softly.
Ryan released the warm balls and sat back in his seat, dropping his head back on the headrest and closing his eyes. Kyle moved closer, and Ryan could feel his strong muscular thigh against his own thinner one. Kyle's hand moved from his balls to his dick, then back again. Ryan felt his dick pulled outward and Kyle's hand slide down over his cockhead. His eyes shot open as he felt Kyle's thumb find some precum on his cockhead and move it around and around. Ryan groaned and felt his dick lurch in Kyle's hand. Then Kyle began to stroke his dick slowly, up and down, making that familiar warm tingle begin deep inside. He sat there feeling the warmth spread through his entire body. He sighed again and felt himself relax.
After a fewe moments, "Stroke me, Ryan, please."
Ryan was ready. He suddenly wanted that thick hard cock in his hand more than anything in the world. He reached across and found it; he began to slowly pump it up and down. Kyle groaned and lay his head back.
"Oh so good..." Kyle whispered. And they lay there for several moments, each pumping the other's cock.
Ryan glanced up and saw that Kyle had his eyes closed, so he leaned in to get a closer look at the dick he was jacking off. Even in moonlight he could tell the cockhead was a deep red. As he pulled upward on the shaft, the ring of skin moved around the crown of the cockhead and then moved back down as Ryan pulled downward on the soft skin. He looked below the cock to see the big ballsac hanging down between Kyle's thighs. As Ryan stroked upward a little harder, the sac pulled upward, too, and Ryan could see the two globes move inside. He stroked a little faster, too, and the balls almost bounced for him.
"Aw fuck yea..." Kyle said, his voice deep and raspy. "Keep going, keep going. Jack me off, buddy... Make me cum for you... fuckyeaaaa..."
Ryan stroked faster then. Kyle pulled his t-shirt up, and Ryan could see the little line of dark blond hairs moving down from the bellybutton to the thick bush around the base of the dick. This cock had got to be so... but he censored himself and didn't think any further. He pumped as he listened to Kyle's sounds. Low and deep, soft and raspy, clearly in the kind of ecstacy that only a boy so throughly aroused could know. The hard cock pulsed in his hand...
"Aw fuck... gonna... aw fuck..." And the little lips on Kyle's cockhead opened once, then again, and then sent a hard shot of cum up into the air and down onto Kyle's pubes. "Aw fuckfuck..." Ryan jacked faster and watched as the cock throbbed and pulsed each time another shot burst from that little hole. It seemed like a cum fountain! Ryan didn't know how many times Kyle had cum when it was over. Kyle sighed deeply and closed his hand around Ryan's hand, holding it still.
When he released the big cock it was still hard, and the cum on the head glistened. Kyle's arms and legs were slack; his belly moved deeply as he breathed. the cum in his pubes looked like beads of pearl. Ryan looked at his fingers that had been pumping the dick and saw more cum. He thought for a moment about licking it to compare it with his own cum, but he hesitated long enough for Kyle to sit up.
Kyle grinned at him. "There is absolutely nothing better than a good strong cum." He took a deep breath. "Fuck, but I love to jack off! But your hand is great, too," he laughed. "No, better than great! That was one of the best cums I've ever had!"
Ryan felt himself blush.
"I bet you jack off as much as I do, don't you?" Kyle asked. "At least once a day, sometimes twice. Anywhere -- in bed, in the shower, out behind the garage after I piss." He laughed. "So how often do you jack off?"
Ryan felt his ears go hot. He'd never, ever talked about such a thing. You don't just admit it...
"Three times a week? Four? Every day?" Kyle grinned. "You're sexy enough for every day."
Sexy? Ryan thought, he's calling me sexy? "Well, maybe three... four..." he muttered. Every night in bed, he thought to himself. Sometimes in the morning...
"Well, that's not enough, buddy. It's just too good to keep it down to that." Kyle paused. "You've got a great dick, you know."
Ryan looked at him. Me? A great dick?
"Sure, I mean it," Kyle said, reading the disbelief on Ryan's face. "See...?" He reached over for Ryan's dick. Ryan had almost forgotten he was naked from the waist down! Kyle stroked it and squeezed it gently. "Fuck, it's a nice one, buddy..." He stroked it some more, and Ryan felt it throb.
Kyle moved before Ryan had time to register what was happening. Before he knew it, he was looking down at the back of Kyle's head...
Oh fuck oh fuck... In his mouth... he's licking... oh fuck... he's sucking my dick... It was a moment before the shock subsided.
It was like nothing he'd ever felt before. He'd never imagined anything could ever feel this good. A mouth on a dick... Kyle's lips were completely around the crown of Ryan's cockhead. Something was moving over his cockhead, something warm... very wet... alive and moving over... it was Kyle's tongue! Ryan groaned loudly as he felt the tongue swirl around his cockhead. He felt it slide under his cockhead, flick against that sensitive spot, and then slide on down the underside of his shaft as Kyle's lips sucked him in farther.
The lips tightened around the shaft of his dick and slowly pulled upward, and Ryan felt like his shaft was a hard, thick column of pure fire. Every nerve ending in his dick -- in the shaft, in the cockhead -- was under attack from the slippery insides of Kyle's lips. The soft lips loosened a bit as they sucked his cock in and then tightened as they pulled back upward. Ryan's vision blurred a bit as he watched Kyle's head move closer up to him, then down away from him. His head is bobbing on my dick, Ryan thought. Bobbing on my dick... oh god it feels so fucking good...
Kyle let the hard cock slip from his lips, held it with a hand, and then began to lick all over it. Up and down the sides of his shaft. Up and over the top of his cockhead. Around it. Lapping at his cockhead like it was a... an ice cream cone. Over and over again... Then he sucked it into his mouth again and took it very deep; Ryan felt his cock almost disappear inside Kyle's mouth, the cockhead hitting the back of Kyle's throat. He felt Kyle's lips on his pubes! Kyle was sucking the whole thing in! The mouth was attacking his dick so slowly it was gloriously painful, throbbing and pulsing with every touch of tissue inside Kyle's mouth, every passage of his tongue.
"Oooooooooo... oooooooooo... uuhhhhhhhh..." Ryan could hardly recognize the sound of his own voice.
Up and down again... in and out... the tongue flicking over the tip of his cockhead before it was swallowed back into Kyle's mouth. Slowly, oh so slowly so hot oh so wet... Ryan sucked in his breath as he felt the tightness gathering inside his belly. But tightening so painfully slowly, growing so large so demanding inside...
Kyle slipped Ryan's dick out of his mouth and licked the cockhead a few more times. Moving his head back just enough that Ryan could watch, Kyle slowly stroked the wet cock with his thumb and finger, lingering a moment on the underside of the cockhead before resuming the movement. Ryan knew it was going to happen soon knew he couldn't stop it didn't want to stop it had to shoot had to...
"Oooooooo fuck ooooooooooo..." The first shot landed on Kyle's cheek! Almost before Ryan could even register that, the next shot upward and landed on his thigh... so rapidly Ryan couldn't even see it... "Oooooooo god oooooo..." His dick felt like it was shooting huge balls of fire... long ropes of white hot lava... waves of pleasure sweeping over him with each shot... "aaaaaAAAA..."
When it was over Ryan almost had to struggle for breath. Inside, he was still full of tingles, ripples of that unbelievable pleasure. Kyle sat up and put his arm around the back of the seat behind Ryan, and his hand began to stroke the small hairs on the back of his head. He remained quiet for several minutes. Ryan missed the first few things Kyle said...
"...dicks are so much fun, with the right guy." Kyle paused. "And I think you and I are the right kind of guys, Ryan. What do you think?"
Kyle wiped his cheek with the tissues he used to clean himself off and then handed the pack of tissues to Ryan
Ryan couldn't answer. He didn't know what to say. Right kind...? This wasn't jacking off. He wiped off and tossed the tissues out the window. And it was a long way from jacking off by himself in his bed. He waited for Kyle to pull his briefs and jeans up, and he reached down to pull up his own. Kyle started the car while Ryan was still arranging himself and zipping. He only took a few minutes for them to get to Ryan's house.
"See you later, Ryan," Kyle said as Ryan got out.
Ryan paused before he closed the door. "Yeah," he finally said. "See you later."