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 - 5
Tryouts were mandatory for the speech class when it was time for speech contests to begin. Ryan surprised himself when he felt comfortable speaking in front of the whole class. Mr. Donaldson encouraged him to work on an informational speech. He'd always enjoyed preparing and writing his speeches, and he worked hard on this one. But he was surpised again when his speech was considered good enough for him to be made a member of Springfield's speech team. There was lots of "fine tuning" to be done, and the team worked together, practicing on each other and giving helpful suggestions. Mr. Donaldson finally said it was good enough.
And he won a 'first!' That qualified him for the next level, held at another school all day on a Saturday. He won a 'second' on that one; he considered that pretty good since all the entries were from top students in their schools. And that qualified him to go to regionals, the highest level of competition in the state. Only he and Veronica Newly, who was giving a persuasive speech, qualified. They would leave after school on Friday, stay the night in a hotel, and the contest would begin early on Saturday morning -- all expenses paid by the school. They'd get back late Saturday night. They were to travel with the speech coach and two of her students from a nearby high school, and they'd go in that school's van.
The van picked Ryan and Veronica up in the middle of the afternoon on Friday. At the last minute Mr. Donaldson could not go because his wife was sick, so Mrs. Prince, the coach from the other school, and her assistant coach, an older woman, would sponsor all four of them. Her students were also a boy and a girl. Ryan blanked out at girl's name after he'd been introduced to the boy. His hearing seemed to fade for a moment as he looked at him. Benny was a junior, and he was one of the best looking boys Ryan had ever seen. Dark hair, just slightly curly. About Ryan's height but heavier; Ryan could tell he was built. A smooth complexion, dark enough that he looked tanned, even in the winter. Dark brown eyes. A hunk, the girls would say.
They spent the trip us getting to know each other and comparing notes on the contest. Mrs. Prince was driving, her assistant in the passenger seat. The girls were sitting in the middle seat in the van; Ryan and Benny were in the back seat. Ryan relaxed and enjoyed the banter -- and also enjoyed Benny's enthusiasm. When he took of his jacket during the trip, Benny was wearing a light blue polo shirt that was tight enough to show his pecs and tight waist. Ryan caught a glimpse now and then of Benny's nipples as they poked at the shirt. His arm was smooth. His bicep was obvious. As he talked, Ryan watched his dark red, moist lips.
When they arrived and checked in, Ryan discovered that he and Benny would share a room for the night. He hadn't even thought about that! It certainly pleased him, though he tried to act nonchalant about it. When they took their bags up, Ryan found it was a very nice room with comfortable furniture and -- my god! -- a double bed. It took only a minute to unpack, and then they went down to meet everyone for dinner. There were quite a few other students in the lobby by that time. Their coaches took them to a nearby restaurant.
When they got back to the hotel they all spent some time in the large lobby and coffee shop, getting to know students from other places -- in effect, meeting the competition, Benny said with a grin. The coaches went to their room, reminding everyone of the time to meet, check out, and go to the school; the girls soon followed. Ryan and Benny stayed a little longer talking to some of the other boys. Then they went to their room, too.
Benny said they might as well get ready for bed, even though it was still a bit early. He pulled off his polo shirt and pants, leaving him in briefs and a ribbed undershirt. He went into the bathroom to brush his teeth and take a leak. While he was gone, Ryan removed his shirt and pants. He hadn't been wearing an undershirt, but he quickly put on the one he'd packed for the next day and tucked it into his briefs, the way Benny was wearing his. But Ryan was aware that he wasn't wearing his in exactly the same way; he just wasn't built for it. When Benny flushed -- he'd left the door open -- Ryan took his turn in the bathroom.
When he got back, Benny was sitting in one of the upholstered chairs, his long muscular legs stretched out to the floor, his arms folded to his chest. Ryan sat down on the matching chair, facing Benny. He thought that, luckily, his dick was at rest. They talked some more, and Ryan found that Benny just had a way of making a person relax. They talked about their speeches again, but also about their schools, families, and expectations. Ryan felt he was really getting to know him. And like him. And he got the sense that Benny felt the same way about him.
But Ryan had to sit there facing a guy whose shoulders were as muscled as his arms, very obvious in his tight undershirt. The undershirt clung to his chest and abs. And the briefs hugged his waist. The strong thighs began at the leg openings of his briefs. Ryan couldn't see a hair on his body anywhere except the top of his head. And Ryan watched as those smooth tanned muscles move while they talked. Benny shifted in his chair, moved his legs, and at one point stretched his arms up and locked his hands behind his head. His biceps almost gleamed in the light. He had a small patch of dark hair under his arms. The stark white of the undershirt and briefs contrasted with his complexion. And those briefs. The pouch was full. Ryan didn't think Benny was hard; he just had a nicely-filled pouch.
Ryan became aware of the contrast between the hunk across from him and his own body. Then he decided he wasn't that bad; he was somebody a person could enjoy looking at, too. He'd really filled out since the beginning of the year. He was still slender -- not muscular really, but his muscles were pretty well defined. Kyle always talked about his nice legs. And kept calling him cute. Whatever he thought of Ryan, Benny was sure getting a good look at him. Ryan sighed deeply, very aware of the rising and falling of his own chest inside his undershirt, his own slender legs stretched out to the floor.
Then came the test. Benny announced that he always did some pushups before going to bed. He dropped down to the floor. Because of the proximity of the chairs, he was prone with his head to the right and slightly behind Ryan's chair, his shoulders and back immediately next to the chair, and his ass and legs beyond that. He was so close that if Ryan had dropped his right hand it would have landed on Benny's shoulder.
He began a few lifts, and Ryan simply could not take his eyes from that beautiful sight. He watched Benny's shoulders flex and he moved up and down, his biceps straining. His back tensed as he moved, and that tight undershirt accented every single move. His thighs were bare, beautiful, and strong. Best of all, Ryan could watch his ass flex as he pushed up and down. Benny asked Ryan to count them off. He had to know Ryan was looking. So Ryan sat there and counted. And looked.
Benny did 50 pushups, but Ryan thought that was far too few -- as far as Ryan was concerned, Benny could have gone on all night. Then Benny turned around on the floor and did some pullups, not even glancing up at Ryan. Ryan watched the muscles on Benny's chest and his abs. His strong arms reaching for the tips of his toes. His thigh muscles strained. Then Benny got up and, standing right in front of Ryan, took several deep breaths. His chest expanded, contracted. Ryan dared to glance at his pouch -- it was practically in front of his face -- and he was certain it was somewhat larger than it had been while they were facing each other and talking. Then, with a smile at Ryan, Benny got in bed.
Ryan turned off the light, went to the other side, and slid under the covers, being very careful not to get too close. They talked for just a little longer, and Ryan could feel the sheet move as he moved slightly. Ryan lay still. Had Benny been coming on to him? It sure looked like it. On the other hand, Benny had been doing what he always did before he went to bed. No wonder he was a hunk. So, was he supposed to do something or not? Would he offend Benny if he did?
Ryan didn't remember falling asleep, though he lay there awake quite a while. He was sure Benny had fallen asleep well before he did. Ryan remembered pushing the cover and sheet down sometime during the night, since it was rather warm. Later, he woke suddenly. What had awakened him? Benny's leg was over Ryan's thigh! Benny was lying on his stomach, his arms above him, and Benny's leg was raised slightly at the hip, his knee was bent. Ryan was aware that Benny's knee, in fact, was only slightly below Ryan's crotch. The inside of Benny's thigh was warm against Ryan's leg. He lay very still and used only his eyes to find out what was going on.
Ryan wondered, Is he asleep? Is he awake? Either could have been the case. Even when Benny flexed the thigh lying on Ryan's thigh, that could have been done in his sleep. But that movement of Benny caused a movement in Ryan. His cock got hard. Not like it did sometimes now and then during the day, but fully and completely and achingly hard.
Ryan hardly breathed. He thought, What do I do? Is he looking for a response? What response? If I move, will he accept it as an overture? If he's awake. Or, if he's not, will I wake him up? If he's actually been asleep, he could be mad a hell. If he's awake... Ryan remained frozen. Except for his cock, which pulsed and throbbed with expectation.
Then Benny moved, but just slightly. He raised his leg to the point that his thigh was against Ryan's crotch. There could have been no question but that Ryan was hard. Ryan was even beginning to feel a wet spot! Benny's leg moved slightly back and forth, caressing Ryan's cockhead within that cotton pouch. Ryan realized his dick was now pulsing against Benny's thigh. A little sigh escaped his lips before he could stop it.
Benny rolled over onto his back, drawing his leg away from Ryan. But in his new position Benny placed his hand on Ryan's thigh -- there was no question but that he was awake now, it was so deliberate. Benny moved his fingers slightly, and the light hairs on Ryan's leg moved with them. The heat of Benny's hand felt so very good. Before Ryan realized what he was doing, he did the most natural thing in the world. He spread his thighs a bit to give Benny access. And Benny did the most natural thing in the world, too, for a horny teenage boy. Benny's hand stroked up higher and finally reached Ryan's pouch. He closed his hand around it, and Ryan heard a sigh from Benny as he squeezed it lightly.
Benny began to stroke his fingers up and down Ryan's cock as he traced the hard shaft under the cotton. He moved against Ryan as his hand went higher, to the waistband of Ryan's briefs. Ryan shifted down and over a bit as the warm hand slid downward under the waistband and over his pubes. When Benny's hand covered Ryan's throbbing cock, there was no longer any doubt at all. For either of them They were both awake, and they both knew exactly what they were doing.
Benny raised up so he could pull Ryan's undershirt over his head. There was very little light in the room, but Ryan could make out the way the muscular body next to him was moving. Ryan took the action as a sign he should do the same, and Benny sat perfectly still until he needed to raise his arms for Ryan to lift the shirt off him. This simple movement, raising the undershirt from Benny's waist and pulling it up over his head and arms, was so erotic that Ryan felt his cock pulsing. The light was very dim, but Ryan could see the belly and chest and shoulders and arms of the boy next to him as the shirt was slowly raised..
Beny turned away from Ryan for a moment and turned the bedside light on. It was not terribly bright, but Ryan had to squint for a minute. And Ryan was a little uncomfortable with Benny's seeing him, his old self-consciousness having returned. But Ryan could see Benny, too. His shoulders turned back toward Ryan. Then his arm moved so that his hand could cup Ryan's hardon again. Benny raised up on his knees, moved his hands to the sides of Ryan's briefs, hooked his thumbs into the waistband, and began to pull them down. Ryan lifted himself for him, and Benny pulled them completely off. Ryan was completely naked now, his hard dick completely exposed. He lay perfectly still, looking at the beautiful sight above him, as Benny traced his fingers lightly down Ryan's chest, into his pubic hair, and onto his cock.
Benny barely touched the cock, though it was standing almost erect, stroking lightly with just his fingers. And then he pulled away and lay back down on his back. Ryan understood it was his turn. His hand was actually shaking a bit as he first cupped Benny's package. The heat of it was amazing. He sucked in his breath at its hardness, at the way it seemed to thrust itself up into Ryan's hand. And Benny raised up for Ryan as he lowered and removed Benny's briefs.
Benny was about the same length as Ryan -- who was over five inches now. The skin was a pleasingly smooth, dark cover for a muscle that was moving, pulsing, as Ryan gazed at it. There was a single drop of precum on the tiny lips of the cockhead. Ryan grasped the cock with his hand, using his thumb to move the precum around the cockhead. Benny groaned in appreciation as Ryan moved his fingers slowly up and down, moving the soft skin over the hard shaft beneath it.
Benny raised up and gently pressed Ryan back onto the bed, moving his head downward as Ryan moved backward. By the time Ryan's head was on the pillow, Benny's tongue was at his cock, licking. Ryan gasped loudly and shivered. Benny licked around the cockhead, tasting the precum that had gathered there and run down the underside a bit. And then Ryan was in Benny's mouth. Ryan moaned. Ryan moaned loudly as the heat and moisture of Benny's mouth enclosed his cockhead, and he spread his legs. wider.
Benny was sucking slowly, and he slowly took more of Ryan's throbbing cock into him. Ryan moaned again at the silkiness of his mouth, the searing heat of his tongue. Benny was lowering himself further onto it until Ryan felt his cockhead reach the back of Benny's mouth. Benny stopped sucking and just held Ryan there. Then he slowly resumed the sucking while his hands stroked Ryan's thighs. Benny knew Ryan could not last too long, not the way his hard dick had been pulsing. He let Ryan's cock slide out for a moment.
Benny rolled over onto his side, and his hand pulled Ryan's thigh so that he rolled over, too. Benny's face was inches from Ryan's cock, and Ryan realized his was that close to Benny's mouth. Ryan knew instinctively what to do. He opened his mouth and took Benny at the same moment Benny took Ryan again.
Benny's cockhead was so wet and smooth it slid into Ryan's mouth with little effort at all. The skin was silky soft, while the muscle beneath it was as hard as steel. And the heat of it! For a moment Ryan just held Benny there, as though he were absorbing the sexual energy that beautiful boy had placed in his mouth.
Benny had resumed sucking, and Ryan began. Ryan thought, What a pleasure to slide my tongue over and around that slick cockhead! What a joy to feel his heat against the inside of my cheeks. Ryan wanted to eat the beautiful thing Benny had fed him, inhale the intoxicating scent from his balls. Ryan realized he was about as high on sex as he had ever been. And Benny's mouth working on Ryan's cock was only urging Ryan on.
Benny dropped Ryan's cock and began to lick his smooth balls. Ryan groaned at the hot wetness on his balls. And he followed suit. Ryan was suddenly hungry for balls. He knew not to press or pull too hard, but within those constraints he moved them around and around. He wanted more of that scent, more of that taste. He opened his mouth and let one of Benny's balls in. He licked, and was rewarded with a very long moan.
And one of Ryan's balls was suddenly engulfed in warm wetness, and Benny sucked. Ryan was almost dizzy for a second. Such an unbelievable sensation! After a few moments, Benny dropped Ryan's ball and licked all the way around his ballsac. Ryan did the same. They licked and sucked -- cocks, balls, cock, balls -- for a long time. Then Benny drew away, sat up, and turned around. Moving between Ryan's legs and opening them wide enough to make room for him, he lowered his face again onto Ryan's cock.
This time Benny was clearly sucking in earnest. He worked Ryan's cock first slowly, then faster. Benny was milking Ryan. It was not very long before Ryan knew he would soon cum; there was no way he could keep the burning, urgent need inside him. Ryan raised up enough that he could reach his shoulders and began to push him away. Benny swatted his hands away; he didn't want to pull off. Ryan was sure Benny knew he was tensing, that he would pass the point of no return soon.
Ryan had no choice but to lie back and surrender. He was panting now; Benny had to know. His thighs, spread wide began to guiver; Benny had to know. His cock was about to explode; Benny had to know. And Benny was sucking wildly now, and Ryan was bucking his hips. He couldn't help but thrust himself up to Benny. He needed those lips, that mouth!
And then the dam burst. The tension inside Ryan's body moved out and down, his balls did their job, his cock hardened even further, his thighs shook -- and he came harder than than had ever cum. Then again. It was heavenly. It was unbelievable. Ryan felt as though he were emptying myself into the beautiful boy on his dick. Completely emptying himself! He continued to buck, to shoot, until the sensations subsided. He relaxed completely. He trembled as Benny sucked more lightly, then licked his cock as he withdrew from Ryan's groin.
Benny lay beside Ryan, and he turned his head and looked at Benny's georgeous chest as he breathed deeply. Benny smiled at him, still licking his lips that tasted of Ryan's sex. Now it was Ryan's turn, but Benny was not rushing anything. Benny swallowed and smiled again. Ryan knew he had shot a very good load, and Benny had swallowed it all.
Suddenly Ryan was eager and hungry, too. He was famished, starving for dick -- the beautiful one next to him. He moved over between Benny's legs and lowered his face to the cock he had been tasting in their 69 session. But now he would truly taste it. Benny's cock was still wet from Ryan's mouth and his own precum. And Ryan didn't hesitate to lick it. He opened his mouth and filled it with that lovely meat he'd had been eating earlier.
Ryan lowered his face and sucked him deeper. He moved his tongue around faster, then slower, then faster again. He wanted to give this sexy boy as much pleasure as he could. He pumped his face in and out quickly, then stopped completely, then resumed more slowly. The second time Ryan did that Benny groaned so loudly Ryan thought it could be heard in the hallway. Ryan continued to alternate that way -- sucking and licking fast and taking it in deep, then sucking slowly, then stopping completely only to resume and do it all again. Occasionally he would hesitate at the cockhead long enough to flick his tonge over the sensitive underside of it.
Maybe it was because of the different sensations it produced in his mouth. Maybe it was because those moans assured him he was pleasing Benny. But he wanted that cock to last as long as possible, heating his mouth, filling it, throbbing against his tongue. He sucked fast, slowly, stopped, and then repeated it all again. And again.
With a huge grunt, Benny's cock exploded, filling Ryan's mouth with cum. Ryan couldn't taste it at first; there was no time. Benny shot again, and Ryan swallowed immediately. Ryan was ready for the next one, but the one after that came unexpectedly. The spurts continued to fill his mouth, coat his tongue and teeth, flow down his throat. He sucked wildly and held Benny's hips still when he started to move too eratically. Benny's groans continued, even after his cum had all been given to Ryan, even after Ryan had dropped it from his mouth to hold it in his hand, even after Ryan had finished licking and cleaning -- Benny was still groaning.
When Ryan sat back on his knees, looking at the exhausted body beneath him, he suddenly realized that everything had happened without a word being spoken! Neither one of them had uttered a word! Ryan lay down beside Benny, and their breathing gradually slowed and quieted. Benny raised himself up and rolled over to Ryan, lowering his face.
Ryan was startled when Benny's lips touched his own! He'd never kissed a boy before! The lips were soft, warm, and moist against Ryan's, and Benny brushed his lips back and forth gently. Benny's tongue licked Ryan's lips and then pressed inward. Ryan opened his mouth, his own tongue meeting Benny's. Their tongues brushed against each other slowly, each tasting himself in the other's mouth. Benny opened his mouth wider and their tongues stuck out beyond their lips to lick against each other and then move forcefully as though they were fighting each other. Benny pressed in again and the two tongues wrapped around each other and lapped every soft, smooth spot in the two mouths.
Finally, Benny fell away and rolled to his side of the bed. His naked body shone in the light as he smiled at Ryan and reached for the lamp next to the bed. The darkness was sudden, and there was little movement in the bed. Both were exhausted. And still, not a word had been spoken. The taste of that kiss was still in Ryan's mouth when he fell asleep.
Benny was already up and dressed when he woke Ryan in the morning. They were almost late, so Ryan rushed through the shower, and they hurried downstairs to meet the van and go to the contest. And all day long, when they met in the hallways, as they ate lunch and compared notes, as Benny and Ryan were both awarded 'firsts,' as they rode all the way back to Springfield, Benny didn't say a word about the night before. They chatted and napped on the way home, but never a word about the night before. Ryan got out at the school, and Benny gave him a huge smile when the van pulled away from the curb.
Ryan smiled back at him.