Schemes (t/t, oral, anal)
by einhard
PLEASE NOTE: This story is fiction from beginning to end. The characters don't exist, and the things they do, never happened.
It's not nice to eavesdrop at doors, but sometimes you just gotta. And this was one of those occasions. You see, on the other side of the door was my sister's bedroom, and inside was my sister (duh!). Not that that was very exciting, but with her was Simon Norton, who was simply the most gorgeous guy in school. Also, he had a reputation for fucking just about anything that had tits, and that looked less than abhorrent. Janice (that's my sister) told me later that the only reason she invited him home, was to keep her own reputation. She had this idea that being a senior and a female and never having been fucked by Simon Norton meant she was somehow a nobody. We couldn't have that, now, could we?
So here I was, one ear glued to the door, my dick so hard it was about to burst. I'd listened to his cajoling, to her expressions of mock reluctance, the works. And only seconds ago, the slap-slap of his groin hitting hers as he plugged her pussy. Then the high-pitched wails of Janice and the low-pitched roar from him as they both came. Janice said it was genuine on her part; he had a really fat hog that stimulated her clit a lot.
That was the moment I unloaded into the wash-cloth I had had the foresight to bring along. Whew! I think that was my hardest orgasm in all of my fifteen (almost sixteen!) years.
After a short rest to recover, I tucked my dick away. Inside, nothing much could be heard, but I reckoned he'd be out of there soon. Having him catch me would be the most incredible faux-pas.
I padded the few steps along the corridor, past the now disused room belonging to Penny, my other sister (away at college) and into my own. The minute I was inside, I dropped my pants and shorts and lay down on the bed. My cock (all six inches of it), was still erect, and I figured on having at least one session of reliving the minutes of stolen fun.
That's when an idea struck me. What if...? Oh, c'mon, Clay! Who are you kidding? Simon Norton is the straightest guy imaginable. Wave your goods in his face, and he's gonna laugh at you. Worse, he'll out you at school.
But what if...? No, Clay, no! That's just stupid, and you know it!
But, but... Oh, heck, I'll try. If I'm careful, all he'll get, is a close-up view of my ass. That's not gonna hurt anybody. Is it? Naah.
I got up, still wearing just socks and tee-shirt. Socks are very unsexy, so I lost those. It was just me in a tee. Nice, even if I do say so myself.
Quietly opening my door, I backed out into the corridor, making sure to keep my rear parts pointing in the direction of the room Simon would shortly be exiting.
Sure enough, the door opened. I started walking, trying to make it look like I was just on my way to my own room. Glancing back and feigning surprise, I spotted him looking at me with a funny expression. I blushed deeply. Not planned, that, but I guess it was in character. He smiled, and I legged it the last few steps to my door and shuffled in sideways.
Fuck! What were you thinking, Clayton? "If you have to think, and you do, use your brain. It's a better thinker than your hormones." It wasn't funny, and nobody had laughed when Ms Warburg said that in class, but it was true. All I had achieved by letting my hormones think for me, was embarrassment. Shit! I flung myself on the bed again, buried my head in the pillow and got ready for a major moping session.
"Clay?" I stiffened. That deep voice at the door...It was him! No, it couldn't be. Slowly, I turned my head to face the door. It was him!! Fuck!! Now what?
"Can I come in, Clay?" He was whispering and looking sheep-faced.
"I...I mean, I'm...".
"That's okay. We're both guys here. I've seen skin before." He stepped inside, closed the door and was sitting down on my bed before I knew what had happened. He even placed one hand less than an inch from my bare thigh. Or so it seemed; I sure could feel the warmth of it.
"You know, Clay, I had kinda hoped your sister would put out for me tonight. I mean, I'm really horny, but she was scared and I didn't wanna push her..."
The dirty liar! If I had been completely compos mentis at that moment, I might have punched him. As it was, I chiefly concerned myself with hiding the aching boner beneath me.
"And I was, like, thinking, you know...Maybe..."
("Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the Master of the Unfinished Sentence: Mr Simon Norton. A big round of applause, please.")
While I was trying not to breathe, he was stroking me. Me! My legs! The warm hand was moving from my calf, across the back of my knees (that's a pretty sensitive spot, as I learned that moment), up my thighs and coming to rest just below my ass.
"So I thought, like, if...".
Galloping Gorillas! It was right on my ass, stroking the cheeks. Now he was running his fingers along my crack. I started hyperventilating, and had to concentrate on just breathing for a while. As I opened my eyes again, another shock was prepared for me. Right there, straddling me, was a completely nekkid Simon Norton. With a small log pointing straight out from his groin!
"Turn over on your back, Clay!" He nudged me gently. Confused and somewhat slightly dazed, I did what he said. He put one hand behind my head and lifted it up. Just before my lips hit the purple cockhead, I opened up, and the next second it was sliding along my palate. A million thoughts rushed through my mind in one instant. On the one hand, I felt violated. On the other, this was what I had schemed to achieve. On the third, I wasn't ready for all-out sex with a guy. On the fourth, I couldn't be readier. On the fifth hand (whose hands was I counting on?) it felt so absolutely super, wonderful and great.
"Oh, yeah, Clay. That's so nice! Not many girls will do that. Yess! Take me deep! You're doing it just great, kid! Oooohh!"
He wasn't complaining, so I decided I wouldn't, either. I tried breathing through my nose. Once I got the hang of that, I began varying the degree of suction, letting my tongue swirl over the shaft and head, going through the various techniques I had read about in dirty stories on the net.
Not for long, though. All of a sudden, my oral cavity was empty, and spunk was flying all over the place, most of it landing in my face and hair.
"Whew! That was the best in a long time, Clay! I didn't know you gave head this good. You must have done it a lot, huh?"
I shook my head.
"No? But you have done it before, right?"
Another shake.
"Never? C'mon, you're just being modest. Or maybe you're protecting somebody. You can tell me, I won't spread it around."
I cleared my throat.
"I never did it before, I swear."
"Never? Does that mean you never had sex with anybody else?"
"No. I mean yes. I mean, this is my first time with anybody."
"Wow!" Maybe it was a trick, or maybe it was genuine, but he really did look impressed.
"In that case, you deserve a reward." He jumped out of bed and started rummaging around in his jacket. Me, I admired the sight of his tight ass and pink pucker.
"Found it!" he said, triumphantly.
A thought struck me, and I guess he must have seen the panic on my face.
"Don't worry, Janice is on the phone with Stacey. They'll be hours." Smart guy; that was exactly the thing that was worrying me. I breathed again, and noticed that he was holding a condom and a small tube of something.
"Here, let me help you", he eagerly said, getting back on the bed. Then he grabbed my cock! With a yelp, I jerked back.
"Easy! I'm not gonna hurt it. Not at all." He grinned goofily, then bent over it, babytalking:
"Oh, no. Uncle Simon isn't going to hurt Clay's little friend, is he? He's going to make him feel good, yes. Just wait and see."
With that, he tore open the condom packet and started rolling the rubber down my shaft. Next, the lube (bet you had that figured out already!) came on, and my glistening, rubber-sheathed dick was pointing heavenwards. He fiddled around behind him, then lay down beside me.
"So, what are you waiting for? Your reward is in readiness, sir!" He lifted both legs up, easing his elbows forward so they were lying across the back of his thighs. Now, that's impressive!
Right at that moment, though, I couldn't figure out what he wanted me to do. I mean, how slow can you get? He enlightened me soon enough.
"Get on with it, Clay! Fuck me!"
"Wha...?"
"You...fuck...me! Get it?"
Still a bit hesitant, I got to my knees and started moving into position.
"Well? You just point your dickhead to my hole and then shove. Don't worry about going slow, I've taken bigger dicks than yours in my time."
Simon had!? The guy who, according to legend, called a day "slow" if he hadn't fucked at least two pussies by lunchtime?
"I'm waiting!"
I shook myself, moved in close, aimed and fired. Or rather, I pushed. It slipped in real easy. I guess he had done it before, because I sank in to my pubes on the first thrust. Maybe I just lined it up in exactly the right angle by accident or something. Whatever. The excitement of it all damn near had me shooting my load at that very moment, and I clenched my butt hard, trying to fight it.
I succeeded, but I knew it wouldn't last long, so I just started bucking my hips hard and fast.
"Yeah, that's right! Fuck me hard, Clay, baby! Oh, I love that, man! Wooeee!"
I don't think I even took twenty strokes before I went rigid. The feeling when my sperm shot out of me, hitting the rubber and then coming back to create more friction on my hyper-sensitive glans was too much, and almost by reflex, I pulled out and just concentrating on surviving the massive sensory overload as I came and came and came some more.
"Guess you enjoyed it, hmm?" Simon was on his side, one hand propping up his head. He was smiling.
"Uhhh...Yeah."
"Looked like it. Listen, Clay. I gotta get home now. I'm babysitting for my little sister. Can you get away around 11 and come over? We could get up to some more hot stuff."
He was on his feet, pulling his clothes on. Me, I just sat there on my knees, hard cock still twitching a little, the condom filled with the greyish-white slime that so recently had been inside me.
"Uh, I'll try."
"Great! Give me a call around 10:30, yeah?"
He got up to leave, then turned back at the door.
"You know, Clay? When you were inside me, I was wondering why it's been so long since I did anything with a guy, and I can't come up with a good reason. I mean, it feels so great. See yah!"
He was gone. I looked at my watch. Only 7:15. Good. I needed time to process the events of the last few minutes and to figure out if I really wanted to go over to his place later on. As it happened, I did go over. It was nice, I can tell you. Really nice.
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