Star sixty-nine (t/t, High School, oral)
About the time I started High School I could not get the note out of my mind. I had stopped in the park down from my house to shoot baskets when I spotted the graffiti. The note said, "I sure could use a bj, call 232-9061." I don't know why I remembered the number at home as I dialed the number 232-9061. I let it ring until a voice said "hello". I quickly put the receiver down as I thought, "Shit what are you doing, this guy could be a serial killer."
I headed upstairs to my room as the phone started ringing. I answered it and the voice said, "Who is this?" I should have said, "Who do you want?" But I blurted out to the caller that I was James. There was silence on the line when the caller said, "What do you want James?" I answered, "You called me, why are you asking what I want?" I can still hear the words and feel the panic in my mind as he said, "Well James I just hit star sixty nine to see who called me a few minutes ago. Was that you? You calling about my note?" I quickly hung up the phone as I thought, "Shit he knows I called and he knows my name."
I was ready for bed when my Mom said, "James, Clay is on the phone for you." I picked it up as I tried to remember Clay as I answered, "Hello." The Caller said, "James, why did you hang up on me? You never answered my question. Did you call about my note? I hope you did." I could not answer and I just held the phone to my ear like a small child would do.
Clay said, "James, you are the first person to call me. Your mom said your last name is Truett and that you go to Savannah High. I go there also but this is my last year. You ever sucked a dick before, James?" I started stuttering to Clay, "I never called you about the note, I just dialed a wrong number." There was a laugh, "Yea James, well I'll let it go at that but If you change your mind I'll be standing by the note tomorrow at four, hope to see you there."
I had just figured out puberty and had limited knowledge of what took place between girls and boys. I had only heard about boy and boy sex from the older guys at school. They would talk about queers and blowjobs. I kept asking myself why I called the number on the note. Did I want to take a guy's cock in my mouth? Could I be queer? That night I kept thinking about Clay. I could see him wearing a pair of gym shorts that were too big for him and rode low at his waste. His whole bush was on display. I could even see the top of his cock.
I must have drifted off into a dream state as I watched Clay as he stepped out of his gym shorts. I was now looking at his hard on right before my eyes. I asked, "What are you doing?" He smiled as he said, "Letting you get a better look. I know you want to feel it, come on James, just stroke it for me, Yea, that's it, keep doing it, Man this feels good." I could not believe I was stroking another guy's cock.
My dream continued as Clay asked "If you want to suck it, you should put it in you mouth." I quickly said, "I can't do that, that's queer." He laughed as he said, "Oh, you're playing with my cock. Come on, who will know? I'm not going to say anything." About this time I woke up.
The next afternoon I kept thinking, "I was giving Clay a hand job. He was asking me to suck him off, what I was doing, Why was I doing this "I'm not a fag." I had jerked off thinking about the hard cock that had been in my imaginary grasp.
It was a Friday evening almost four oclock as I walked toward the park. I reasoned that it would not hurt to see what Clay looked like. I saw him by the wall as he waved for me to come over to where he was standing. How did he know it was me? I thought as I walked over toward Clay as he spoke, "I'm glad you came, and I'm glad you were calling about sucking my dick." He said, "You want to feel it, want it in your hands to stroke. You want to have it in your mouth? Come on push down my zipper." I said, "I can't do that here. We'll get caught." He said, "Can we go to your house?" As if under a spell I led Clay to my house. My parents were out till ten tonight and he smiled as we entered my bedroom. Clay said, "Go for it dude."
I was kneeling in front of Clay as I zipped down his pants and opened the fly. Then I pushed the jockeys to his knees and started holding his cut seven-inch cock. God it looked huge compared to my four-inch boy tool. My mind was saying, "come on get it hard and play with it." I realized what I was doing. I was kneeling before Clay and holding his cock in my hand. I had my own cock out and was jerking off while he watched me.
I knew I wanted his cock in my mouth. I felt my last resolve fade as Clay said, "Come on you know you want it." I never had a chance to answer as he pushed his cock into my mouth. He said, "No teeth, just let it slide in, tongue, yea yea, woooo I love your warm mouth" I saw myself in the mirror as Clay had pushed his cock into my open lips. I watched Clay's teenage abs he started to let his man tool slide in and out of my mouth. I heard his encouragement, "Yeaa, use more suction, yeas I'm almost thereeeeeee"
Clay slowed down and said, "Watch this", as he stopped his thrusting and slowly started sliding his cock into my mouth. Again I felt the cock head slip past the back of my mouth and enter my throat. He pushed hard and my nose was resting is his pubes as he then started a faster fucking into my face. With gusto he yelled, "Here it comes." I swallowed blast after blast of his teenage sperm before I let his cock slip from my mouth. He looked at me and said, "Great job, I wondered how long it would take me to get someone to suck my cock. I just put the note up two days ago, I guess it pays to advertise."