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Clay was beginning his senior year in high school. He was confident and self-assured and had good reason to be so. He was the football team's star kicker, a good student, and well liked with a playful personality. He was good looking, and his time in the weight room had given him a nice muscular definition.
But Clay had a secret and a problem. The secret was he liked dick, and either by charm or luck he had had a regular sex buddy since the ninth grade. His problem was his latest special friend graduated. In typical Clay fashion, he resolved to find a replacement, surveyed the prospects, and chose Jason, the football team's quarterback. Jason was hot and his attributes pushed all of Clay's buttons.
Jason was a talented football player, with fast legs and a great arm. He was six foot one with dark hair that he wore just long enough for it to curl in soft ringlets. Jason had a noticeable treasure trail of hair running between his navel and his crotch. He was clean shaven but with a heavy beard, and he sometimes appeared at school with a stubble. Clay intended one day to feel that stubble rubbing his thigh. Despite his good looks and talent, Jason was surprisingly humble with none of the obnoxious swagger that a high school quarterback often has.
Clay was a peacock in the locker room. He was the first player to strip off his clothes and the last to get dressed. He paraded around naked. He had good reason to do so, because he had a nice body and a long thick cock that looked impressive even when soft.
Clay's project was to bed Jason. Clay thought Jason was doable and not some quixotic endeavor. He had good reason to think so. Jason stared at his dick constantly. Jason stared across the aisle when Clay undressed and stood around naked. He watched him walk off to the showers, and he watched him as he made his naked walk back up the hall from the showers. Clay looked at Jason the entire walk back, but never made eye contact. That was because Jason's eyes were focused three and one-half feet lower. More proof to Clay was Jason's reactions when he stepped across the aisle and stood naked close to him. Jason was nervous and uncomfortable. Clay decided intuitively that the nervousness was desire, not repulsion.
The opportunity to confront the issue came unexpectedly. Clay had spent additional time on the field after practice. His kick was off. He was determined to make a set number of successful field goals before he quit. He was trying to reset his muscle memory. At the same time, the Coach had detained Jason longer than usual to talk about some new plays. Clay was drying himself from a shower while Jason was just getting dressed, when the Coach came out of the office. He announced that he was off to a meeting, no one else was there, and that when they left to shut the door firmly. It would lock behind them.
Clay took his towel, wrapped it around his waist and walked across the aisle to Jason's locker. There were two benches. Jason sat on one and Clay sat on the other. Jason seemed more relax and comfortable with Clay so close. It was probably because of the towel that covered Clay's crotch.
"Can we talk" asked Clay.
"Sure. What's up" replied Jason.
"I have a lot to say. I hope you will listen" answered Clay. He continued "I like to be naked."
"Everyone on the team knows that," said Jason laughingly.
"I'm an exhibitionist, I will admit it. I like people to see me, to look at me, and it excites me. I like guys to look at my body, particularly my cock. I know that guys look at it. They usually keep their heads down, but they shift their eyes and watch my dick go by. I can guess why. Its nearly five inches long soft and it's got a big head on it. I'm proud of it."
Jason was quiet. The words he was hearing were completely unexpected. He just sat there with a neutral expression on his face. The conversation was too close to home.
"Jason, you stare at me. You don't think I see, but I do. You stare at my dick. I see you looking across the aisle when I am at my locker. When I am coming back from the shower, you have your eyes on my dick all the way up the hall. All guys look at other men's dicks. To size up the competition, so they say. But I think you have more interest than that."
Jason continued to look at Clay with a blank look on his face. There was no protest nor agreement.
Clay continued "But when I come close to you naked, offering you a good look, you get tense and uncomfortable. You want to look but you don't. Maybe it's because we are in a room filled with others. Maybe you don't want me to notice your interest in it. Well, I have noticed already. And right now, the locker room is empty. So, I am going to open my towel, and you can look at my cock up close. No one will see you."
Jason did not move. He said nothing.
Then Clay untucked the towel from his waist, picked up each end, and opened it. He spread the towel out on each side of him. There before Jason was the object of Clay's conversation. Clay's balls sat on the edge of the bench and his cock hung down below his balls. Even soft it had a nice girth and at the end of his shaft was a large head, that resembled a helmet or a mushroom.
When Clay opened his towel, Jason moved his eyes downward. He remained in that position with his eyes focused on Clay's dick. The expression on his face had not changed, but Clay knew that Jason was hypnotized by what he saw. He was frozen in place.
Clay was engaged in a verbal seduction of Jason, and it was working. A crucial point was opening the towel. It was a success. Jason didn't protest, or get up and leave, or punch Clay in the jaw. Jason sat there and stared.
Clay continued "I don't know who has the biggest cock on the team, but I have the biggest one when soft, because I looked at everybody in the shower. I guess all cocks are different. Some may grow a lot between soft and hard. Some may stay the same length but just get hard. As for me, my dick grows a good two inches and gets thicker. That makes it about seven. I like to trim my pubes short to show it off."
A crucial step in Clay's plan was next. He said to Jason "You can hold it."
Jason said nothing. He took his hand, reached over and slid his fingers between Clay's cock and balls. He cradled Clay's soft dick in his hand, still focusing his eyes on it.
Clay continued "Jason, you have more than curiosity about my cock. I bet you think about it when we are not in the locker room. Like at night in bed while you are jacking your dick. I bet you think of it hard and how it would feel in your hand." Clay paused for a moment before continuing "I can't believe I have been talking this much about dicks and my own cock kept soft. But I feel it growing now. You are holding me so you are feeling it too. You can feel it thicken. You are watching it lengthen right now."
Clay was right about his cock. He was getting hard. Jason kept his hand on Clay's dick as it grew. He now had his fingers around the shaft. When Clay was at full length, Jason began to pull on it slowly as if jacking.
Clay was not through. He said "I have a confession. At night when I am in bed jacking the cock in your hand, I think of you. I think of your body. I think of your hard cock."
Jason finally raised his eyes off of Clay's hard cock and looked at Clay with a slight smile on his face. Clay knew that Jason must have an erection. How could he not? Jason was jacking Clay's big hard dick. Clay said "Jason, stand up and pull down your shorts, and I will give you an experience you will never forget."
Jason did as he was asked, and Clay was right. Jason had a beautiful erection, not as long as Clay, but of good length. It pointed straight from Jason's body and below hung a set of hairy balls. Clay dropped to his knees and put his warm wet mouth around Jason's hard cock.
"Oh, fuck!" exclaimed Jason. He had never had a mouth, either male or female, on his dick before. He couldn't believe the pleasure that radiated from his cock to his whole body. His hands went to Clay's head, not to forcefully push it onto his dick but just to hold it as if in thanks for what it was doing. Clay was committed to use all his oral skills to overwhelm Jason, to give Jason what he had promised, "an experience he would never forget."
Clay sucked and licked Jason's tool. He ran his tongue around the head. He licked the shaft from bottom to top. He took each ball into his mouth. But mostly he sucked and sucked. Clay head went up and down, masturbating Jason with his lips. The end was near. Jason moaned and Clay sensed Jason's cock swelling in his mouth. Clay's mouth filled with cum, he swallowed, and it filled again. Jason's jism tasted great, and Clay liked that he had it in his stomach.
Jason was standing there, seemingly frozen, slowly coming down from a state of ecstasy. Without it registering what he was seeing, he saw Clay walk back across the aisle, put on shorts and a tee shirt, pick up his gym bag, and walk out, throwing his towel in the hamper at the door. Jason stood there alone with his softening cock, marveling at what had happened to him.
Clay's seduction had worked perfectly, but it was not complete. There was still the matter of reciprocity. Clay wanted Jason to suck him, but he thought today was too soon. If he forced the issue, Jason might balk or do it grudgingly. He wanted Jason to do it out of desire.
Clay underestimated the power of his suck. By the next morning, Jason was Clay's best friend. Or more accurately, Clay's mouth was suddenly Jason's best friend. When walking to first period, Clay heard "Clay, hold up." Jason ran up the hall so they could walk together to class. In class Clay sat at the back of the second row and Jason was in the front of row three. In the middle of the class, Jason turned around and looked at Clay and smiled. In the cafeteria at lunch, Clay saw Jason walking through the tables looking around. When he saw Clay, he came and sat down.
When lunch period was ending and their friends left the table to put up their trays, Jason leaned over and said quietly "Let's do it again." His desire was met easily, because Clay's house was vacant until seven that night, and they went there directly after school. There was no football practice that afternoon.
They were in Clay's room, and Jason stood there looking at the posters of Clay's favorite athletic teams. Clay walked up behind him and put his arms around his waist and took hold of Jason's dick, which was already hard.
"I like that" he said as he squeezed Jason's hard dick through his pants. His hands wandered up Jason's body, running across his stomach, feeling his pecs. Clay raised one hand and ran his finger across Jason's chin and felt the stubble of his beard. He gave a hint of what he hoped would come when he said "This is so sexy. I dream of it against my skin."
They stripped and laid on their backs on Clay's bed. Their arms were crossed as they jerked each other's cocks. Clay got up on his elbow and lowered his head to Jason's manhood. It was beautiful. He wet his lips, put them on Jason's dick head, but did not take it into his mouth. Jason tensed. Clay's lips felt good, but it was only a hint of what could be. Jason had thought of nothing else since Clay sucked him the afternoon before.
Jason said "Take it. Please, take it." Clay moved his lips just enough to encircle Jason's cock head. The pleasure doubled, but it was incomplete. Jason pleaded "More. More." Jason moaned the entire time that Clay slowly slid his lips down Jason's shaft until his nose was buried in the thick black hair of Jason's crotch.
Clay's intention was to pleasure Jason but not to bring him to climax yet. He gave Jason a sensual gentle suck, holding him in his mouth for a long time before leaving it laying on Jason's stomach as he hovered over it, running his lips up and down the ridge that ran up his shaft from the balls to the head. Then he licked Jason's balls, before lifting his cock off his stomach and putting his mouth at the base of Jason's dick and running his wet tongue up the treasure trail of hair that led to Jason's navel. He tongued his navel before traveling down the same route, taking Jason's cock again in his mouth.
Clay quit and laid down again beside Jason, their bodies touching. Clay's action was simple. He had sucked Jason and now it was Jason's turn to suck him. Jason was ready. He rose on his elbow, took the base of Clay's big dick in his hand and held it before his face. He licked the head as if he was a child tasting some new food. Next his put the head in his mouth and sucked it. He moved his tongue over it like he felt Clay do to him. Then he opened his mouth, lowered his face, and closed his mouth around Clay's tool.
Jason had a dick in his mouth. It was hard yet soft on the surface. But most importantly, Jason liked it. He loved it. He began to do all the thing he had felt Clay do to him. He sucked and licked and tongued. And responding to Clay's desire, he rubbed his chin with its stubble against Clay's leg as he licked his balls. Then he ran his chin up Clay's cock before taking it again in his mouth. Clay was in heaven. It felt so good, and Jason was a hot handsome guy who wanted to please and pleasure him. Jason made him feel special.
Clay accepted all that Jason offered. He was no longer plotting, no longer directing what was happening. He just abandoned himself to the pleasure that Jason was so eager to give. In a few minutes he felt it coming. He reached that point of no return. He laid there as his orgasm welled up from inside him and then released. Clay squeezed Jason's arms. Jason's mouth was on his dick and Clay's load filled his mouth. After Clay's dick quit squirting cum, Jason slid the dick out of his mouth through his closed lips.
Jason was on his elbow beside Clay. His cheeks were puffed. His face was asking a question, but he uttered no words. Clay realized that Jason's mouth was full of Clay's cum. Clay said "You can spit it out or swallow it. I swallow."
Jason swallowed, and then gave a cute smile. Clay found the moment touching. Jason had yielded to the desire inside him and had sucked Clay's cock. Clay was his first cock. Moreover, Jason had never had a cum filled mouth before. His decision was to swallow, just as Clay had swallowed Jason. Jason laid down beside Clay, proud of his achievement. He had sucked the cock that had fascinated him across the aisle for weeks, and he had swallowed the gift that Clay's beautiful dick had given him.
Clay was not finished. Jason deserved a climax as great as he had given. Clay rose and crawled between his legs. He was now hovering over a remarkable sight. In a brush of dark hair emerged a long straight cock, sitting above a hairy sac of balls. This was a feast for a boy with an oral fetish, and Clay gorged himself on the goodies before him. After minutes of licking and sucking, he rose and sat back to admire the man before him. With his eyes and his hands, he explored the body underneath him. His hands ran up thighs, fingers felt the hair that surrounded the hard cock and then traced the trail of hair that went up to the navel. Palms pressed against the beautifully formed pecs and fingers followed that line where the chest muscle folded back to meet the rib cage. Hands moved across the chest just a fraction above the skin so as to stimulate the fine hair that covered it.
There was yet one more thing that had not been done. It was not part of Clay's planned seduction, but now that all had been accomplished, Clay needed for himself this one more thing. Clay wet Jason's cock with his mouth, straggled his hips, pointed Jason's dick to his hole, and lowered himself. Clay's hole was filled with a big hard cock. Jason exclaimed "Oh, fuck!" Jason had never had his cock in an ass, and the sensation was a revelation.
Clay moved up and down, fucking himself. Then he sat down and rocked back and forth with Jason's dick rubbing his insides. Clay raised himself several inches above Jason and asked him to fuck him. Jason bucked his hips off the mattress and his cock moved back and forth in Clay's tunnel. They both wanted to change position, so they held each other and turned over. Jason slipped out, but quickly reentered. Now Clay was on his back with his legs pulled up to his sides. Jason was above him and in him. Jason responded instinctively like any male and fucked the tight hole that held his cock. Jason fucked him like a champ.
Clay had climaxed already and his cock had softened but he had not lost interest. As he sucked Jason and then explored his body, Clay recharged. His cock never got completely flaccid, and it started to grow again. By the time Clay sat down on Jason's dick, he was at full mast. There was more. Clay had a gift, one that every bottom wished for. He could be fucked to climax. It had surprised Clay when it first happened. The pleasure of Jason's cock in Clay's ass radiated to Clay's own dick and sent electricity throughout Clay's body. It was going to happen again. Clay laid there with his arms out stretched as he received thrust after thrust of Jason. As Jason fucked his teammate below him, he saw Clay's cock jerk off his stomach and a jet of cum shoot out. He saw four more jerks and four more stream of cum landing on Clay's chest and stomach.
Jason announced his own climax with a sustained "Ahhhhhh!" His cock felt like a pump and the climax seemed to last and last. Clay was excited. It was exciting to be the recipient, to feel the body of his lover as it convulsed with passion and pleasure. Clay's stomach was covered in a puddle of cum, and he knew that just a few inches below through muscle and bone was another puddle of cum deep inside him.
Jason was breathing heavily and looking down at Clay. Clay reached up and pulled Jason down upon him. His arms were around him. This special moment warranted a kiss, but Clay doubted if Jason had ever kissed a man on the lips. It did not matter. Jason put his lips to Clay, and they kissed. He could tell that Jason welcomed it. They laid there, Jason atop Clay, with their arms around each other. Clay thought to himself that he was in the arms of a very special guy. Jason was thinking the same.
THE END.
If you are interested in Clay's adventures, he also appears in my Nifty stories Coach Brown' and Westside High School.'