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Starting Anew! By: Craig
Sixteen is a tough time for just about anyone. More so when you are ripped from your life and thrown into another. Such was the case with myself. We lived in Washington. My dad was an architect and a good man. My mother was a Sales Representative for some pharmaceutical company. That of course meant that I saw her about as often as I did the Olympics. So it was basically my dad and I. Things were going great for us. We had a nice house, and I went to a good school. I was a varsity starter for the football team and was on the swim team in the spring. My six foot, 160pound sinewy frame coupled with deep blue eyes and smooth skin helped ensure that I was close to the top of the list for desired dates for many a cheerleader. I called them girlfriends, but they usually broke up with me when they couldn't get into my pants. I told myself that I was saving for the right girl. However the truth was that I simply wasn't interested... In the girls at least (though I was not ready to admit it).
They say all good things must come to an end. Well, the end proved to be when my father, hoping to surprise my mother for a weekend getaway, flew to Portland and showed up at her hotel room. Apparently, three other men had shown up prior to my father and were still enjoying my mothers hospitality. The divorce was quick. I actually felt that we would be better without her until my dad informed me that he had taken a position at another firm in California. I was devastated. Of course, I protested but my father simply told me that this was necessary and that he knew I would be ok. I understood why my father wanted to get away, but I still didn't want to go.
Life at my new school was no easy transition. First was the fact that I had no friends there. You realize quickly how much you depended on your friends when they're no longer there. I simply went from class to class without ever talking to anybody. My only saving grace was football practice, where I had hoped my skill would open a few avenues. Unfortunately, the team already had a senior quarterback so I was relegated to backup duties. It did not upset me too bad as this was a completely different offense and the current quarterback had led the team to a state championship the year before. I worked hard to learn the offense but always felt like I was the odd man out. It was almost as if the team went out of its way to avoid conversation with me or even acknowledge that I was there. This only led to me becoming far more introverted than ever.
Following one particularly horrible practice events took place that would forever change my life. Trying to shrug off my day, I went through my normal locker room routine. It always felt good to get out of my pads and even better to just stand under the hot shower while it washed the bad day away. That is just what I was doing when Bret walked in and turned on the shower across from me. I was a little shocked by this, not because he was taking a shower, but because no one had ever taken a shower next to me. I had always showered on one end of the facility while the rest of the guys would use the other end. I simply stood there while the water cascaded down my back. I looked up often to see Bret. With sideways glances I took notice of Bret in a way that could only lead to trouble. He was remarkable. He had the body I always wanted. He stood around 6 foot 3, weighed 210. His muscles were not huge but certainly defined. His broad shoulders and defined muscles masked his incredible speed and agility. On the field Bret was capable not only jukeing any middle linebacker out of their jockstrap, but he could simply run them over as well.
I have to admit that I loved the way the falling water flowed through the valley of his chest an onto that awesome washboard stomach. Of course the natural flow of the water eventually snaked into his crotch and lured my eyes into dangerous territory. My eyes locked with his cock and there they remained. Soft, it wasn't impressive. It was maybe 3 inches cut. The head seemed to play a little game of peek-a-boo by hiding itself into the ball sack as Bret moved under the water. I started to imagine what he would look like hard. Was it huge? Would it curve? Just as I thought about this, I noticed his cock starting to stir. It was only slight at first, and I had to strain to make out its twitches. Slowly, the head elevated as if to say "Here I am!". Slowly it lifted until it was sticking strait out at me. I finally realized the he was hard as a rock. All my question were not only answered, but they were literally staring me in the face. It didn't curve. In fact it was so strait you could have used it like a ruler. And it was indeed huge. While it hadn't looked impressive to begin with, it was now a raging 8 inch monster. The head looked like a purple battering ram. A familiar feeling began to take me. I felt my own cock stiring. In no time, my cock was rock hard and pointing strait up in the air!
I had no idea I how long I stared until I realized that there was no longer any water dripping off of Bret. With a slight "Ah-hem" I quickly looked up to Bret's face and locked eyes. I was caught.... Oh shit! "Like what you See?" Bret asked.
"I... I... Ahh... No! No... I... ahh was just...."
"Staring at my cock for the past five minutes" he interrupted. My mind was racing. What the hell was I going to do.... I looked into his eyes expecting to see rage. I was tough guy, but I think Bret would have the upper hand between the two of us. As I looked into his eyes to try and determine his next move, I realized that there was no sign of anger there. In fact his deep blue eyes sparkled with a certain smugness yet excitement. What....
"If you like it so much, why don't you take a closer look?" He said I watched mesmerized as his lips formed each word. He might have been speaking Greek for all I knew because I hadn't heard what he said. Instead I heard each inflection of his voice, the sound had no meaning it was simply melodical vibrations. For the first time I really looked at Bret. Man was he hot. Those eyes sat nestled in a delicate yet strong face. His short hair was jet black and wet from the shower. He usually had it spiked. How hadn't I seen his beauty before? This guy was incredible... These thoughts betrayed me and I felt a hand apply slight downward pressure to my shoulder. I awoke from my trance and started to pull away, but those strong hands continued to clutch my shoulders and that left little need for imagination to figure what Bret intended.
"Whoa... What are you doing? I--I don't do this kind of thing. I'm not gay!"
"Perhaps not yet. But when you leave here today, I get the feeling you will be glad I helped you out. I know you want me. You know you want me. Besides, I need to get off and you're the only one here." I started to pull away again, but this time my body failed me. I simply stood there mesmerized. My mind was screaming to get out of there, but my body wasn't going to comply. Worse than that, a growing voice in my mind started to whisper that I did want this.... I really did want to get a closer look. Just to see it up close and we could go.... I felt my knees bend as the pressure I my shoulder seemed so heavy. Slowly I sank to my knees. The tile was still warm from the shower water. I was just inches from that beautiful cock. It was incredible. It slowly inched closer until the tip of his cock was just millimeters away. I could feel its heat. The smell was that of soap with just a hint of muskiness lingering.
My lips parted easily as Bret guided his tool into my awaiting mouth. My lips scanned each vein and texture as it slid slowly in. He stopped his thrust as he reached about three quarters the way in. He waited there for a few seconds and then pulled out as slowly as he had entered. Just about the time his head threatened to pop out my mind finally registered what was happening. The reality of my situation came crashing down onto me. Here I was, naked, on my knees with another guys cock sliding in and out of my mouth. In my moment of hesitation, Bret slid forward once more slammed his cock all the way in. I immediately gagged and tried to push off, but Bret had other plans. He pulled out again and let me gain my breath and then slid back in while this time holding my head with his powerful arms. He slowly and methodically pumped his meat into and out of me. As he did this the voice in my head gained momentum and suggested that we go along with this and see where it takes us. I was scared. I admit it. I was terrified. What if Bret was right and I really did like this.... What would that mean for me? I decided to ignore my minds protests and go with it, but not just go with the flow. It was time for me to take control. If I was going to do this, I was going to give it all I could. Every time he pulled out, I circled the head with my tongue a couple of times. I continued this assault with my tongue as he plunged in. I could tell he liked it because his cock got even harder. Within a few minutes his speed was blurring and my jaw was killing me. He occasionally whimpered and offered words of encouragement. I could feel him enjoying my efforts. Shortly after, I felt him tense and I knew what was next. Again, I panicked... Did I really want this? Once this happened there would be no turning back. I would forever be a cocksucker..... Time ran out and the first of his load dumped onto my tongue. A second... third and fourth shot followed. Soon my mouth was filled with his hot creamy jism. Before I could really think of what to do with it, my body made the decision for me and swallowed. I felt his cum coat the back of my throat and I could have sworn that I could feel its decent into my stomach.
Exhausted, Bret leaned over me breathing hard. He was lost in that post-orgasmic euphoria and had a smile on his face as re relished in the feeling. I stayed where I was... Just sitting there with his cock resting on my tongue. Every now and then I would taste a small amount of leftover cum escape the tip and re-invigorate my taste buds.
Once again that feeling of reality came crashing down onto me. Suddenly, I became nauseated as the realization of my actions finally struck me. I had just sucked another guys cock! I can't believe this, I just bobbed on another mans tool. And to make matters worse, I had swallowed his cum like a cheap whore. What had I done? More importantly, why had I done it? Like I said, I wasn't one of those fags.... Or was I. No, this couldn't be real.
At that point I became terrified. I realized that I could never let another soul know about this. I had to get out of here. Maybe if I was lucky, Bret wouldn't say anything to anyone. I quickly got up off the floor and stood up. I couldn't bring myself to look into Bret's eye. If I had I would have noticed that he was wearing a smug grin and wasn't looking at me so much as he was looking past me. "Hey, I--I don't know what came over me but I--I hope we can keep this between us." I said to the floor. God, what the hell did I just do.
Then Brad spoke and my fate was sealed. "I don't think I can do that, I mean everyone just watched you blow me and swallow my load... Kind of hard to convince them that they didn't actually see that." I looked up in alarm and quickly turned around. There at the entrance were several of my team mates. All of them were starting at me. I almost died right then. This couldn't be reality... it had to be a nightmare!
**** Authors Note****
I hope you enjoyed this story. If so, please feel free to send an email. As I fancy myself a writer, please feel free to criticize and critique. I have no feelings so you needn't worry about hurting them. If you would like to read more in this story, I will be working on a second chapter. However, I will not submit it if I do not think anyone will be reading it. So send those emails. (adonisline@sbcglobal.net)