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Straight High School Cock--Bart--The First One
"Come on Sam, please..." my sister begged as she stood in the doorway of my room. "You know the Parkers are nice...and their generous too." My sister Erin had a regular babysitting gig with a prominent family in town, the Parkers. However, one of her friends had scored some tickets for a concert in Springfield and concert was on the next Saturday she was supposed to watch the kids. I kept my head down at my desk, concentrating on my Algebra homework. "I'll give you some extra money," she said, trying to bribe me into it. I ignored her and kept working. Then she got smart. "What if I have Bart pick you up afterward and you two can hang out...??" Bart was my sister's boyfriend. He was a senior and captain of all the sports teams he played on. Me being 15 and a big sports player, Bart Williams was my idol. And my sister knew it. As soon as she said the words I stopped my pencil in mid-equation. "Do you think Bart would do that," I asked, looking at her questioningly. "Yeah, he'll do it," she said, feeling confident because she`d won. Then she added with a smile, "if he knows what's good for him."
Saturday was four days away and I was major stoked. Like I said before, Bart was a major athlete, and being from a mid-size town, having him as my sister's boyfriend gave me major credo at school. Bart was also a very likeable guy. He smiled a lot, laughed a lot, and had a lot of friends. He was also unique in that he treated everybody equal. Bart was as nice to the geeks and nerds as he was to the other popular kids at school. He wasn't one of those guys that didn't want his girlfriend's little brother around, and he always called me "little bro." Bart didn't have any brothers, only sisters, and having him call me his "little bro," always made me swell with pride. Sometimes, Bart would let me ride along when he took my sister home from school, and sometimes he'd let me tag along with them when they went places as long as it wasn't an "official" date. He would also go over different game plays with me, and we'd physically work them out in our backyard. Bart was an all around good guy, and I wanted to be just like him.
Thursday after school I got a text from Bart. "Hey little bro, I hear we're gonna be hangin' after ur `sittin' job on Saturday," he said. "Yeah, that's the plan," I texted him back. "Nice," he texted me back, "I got something sweet planned..." I texted Bart back and asked him what it was he had planned, and he sent a quick response. "Gotta go...talk later." If I was excited before about Saturday night, I was major mega-excited now. A couple of my friends asked me to do stuff with them on Saturday, and I'd say "can't...I'm hangin' out with Bart; just me an him." I could see the look of amazement on their faces and the jealousy in their eyes. "Dude," my friend Matt said with more than a little jealousy, "just you an him, man??" "Yeah," I told him back, "just me an Bart..."
I didn't see or hear from Bart again until Saturday morning when he came to see Erin. I was in the backyard getting to mow, when Bart walked through the gate. "Sup little bro," he said grinning as he shut the gate, "you ready for tonight?" A quick smile came to my face as I instantly replied. "Hell yeah," I said, grinning back, "I'm stoked dude." "Good deal," Bart said back to me, "like I said, I got something sweet planned and it's gonna be awesome..." The thought again, of me, a 15 year-old high school sophomore, getting to spend some one-on-one time with a high school god like Bart, made me stand up about three inches taller and I mowed the yard with my chest puffed out and my swagger on. I knew too, the time with Bart was going to be awesome, and I couldn't wait.
Bart left and took my sister to meet her friends for the drive to Springfield. I finished mowing the lawn and went upstairs and jumped in the shower. When I got out of the shower, I noticed I had a voicemail on my phone. It was from Mr. Parker. Mrs. Parker was coming down with the flu and they wouldn't be going out. This meant I wasn't going to be babysitting and Bart wouldn't need to pick me up. If Bart wasn't going to pick me up, it also meant that he and I wouldn't be hanging out afterward. I was major disappointed. I had been looking forward all week to the time with Bart, and now it was all gone. Slowly, I picked my phone back up, went to my contacts list, and hit his name. Bart answered after only two rings. "Sup little man?" he asked cheerfully. "Got some bad news," I said slowly, "Mrs. Parker's sick so I won't be working tonight." "You don't have to pick me up," I continued slowly, "so I guess we won't be hanging out..." Bart was quick with his reply. "Dude," he said, "just because you're not workin' doesn't me we can't hang...I mean if you still want to an all." I couldn't believe it. "Really?," I practically yelled into the phone, my heart racing, "ahhh that'd be awesome Bart!" "Calm down, little bro," Bart said laughing, "I'll be there in about thirty."
Bart picked me up about 30 minutes later, in his new black Range Rover. The SUV was a early graduation present from his parents, and he treated it like it was his baby. Soon as I got in, Bart roared off down the street. A big smile was on my face and Bart just looked at me and laughed. "Ok, here's the plan," he said. "What don't we start off by getting some burgers, then maybe go to a show." "Sounds good," I said, knowing that being seen with Bart without my sister would propel my status symbol about 50 points, at least. "What movie are you thinking about?," I asked him. "How `bout Million Dollar Baby," Bart said. The movie had just come out the previous Wednesday, and had been sold out since then. "That'd be cool," I said, "but it's probably still sold out." "Not to worry, little bro," Bart said smiling, "I already got the tics..." It was my turn for the big smile, and all I could say was "sweet!"
While Bart and I were chowing down on burgers, we talked about sports, school, sports, the colleges he was thinking about, sports, and girls. He asked me if there was any girls that I liked, and I told him there was one girl from school, Staci, who I talked to a lot and would probably ask out as soon as I got my license. "But that's almost four months away," I moaned. "It'll be here before you know it," he assured me. "Just enjoy yourself and have a good time." We got to the theater about 45 minutes early and were one of the first ones in line. It was another sold-out screening, and I wondered how Bart was able to score the tickets he did. It was almost 11:00 by the time the movie got out and we headed to Bart's car. "You wanna ride around before I take you home, little bro?," Bart asked me when we got into his SUV. "Sure," I said, "it's Saturday and I don't have to be home til 12:30." We drove around town for a while, then Bart headed south and turned onto the narrow road that led to the lake. Soon, Bart turned off the narrow road and onto a dirt road that led to a dead-end. He stopped the car at the dead-end and turned off the engine. Right before us was a small clearing and beyond that a perfect view of the lake. When Bart cut the engine he let out a small sigh. "I always like coming out here," he said, "it relaxes me." I was relaxed too, and just sat there thinking about what a great evening it had been. I'd got to spend the entire time, by myself, with a dude that I idolized. "It don't get much better than this," I thought to myself. But it did.
Bart and I sat in silence for a few minutes, with nothing but the radio playing. Finally, Bart reached up to turn the radio down, then looked over at me. "Dude," he began, "I need some help with something...you think you can help me?" "Sure man," I quickly answered back, "I'll help ya with anything Bart." "Well, you know me and Erin have been going out for almost a year, right," he began, "and I really like her a lot..." "She really likes you too, Bart," I interrupted, "she's told me so." "Anyway," he continued, glancing at me every few seconds, "we don't have sex, ya know..." "Ummmm...o...k...," I slowly said. I was a little confused and kind of uncomfortable with what Bart had just told me. But I was even more confused about why he would tell me the sex stuff with him and my sister. I really didn't want to hear that stuff about them. Then Bart spoke again. "And ya know," he said, "guys like you and me, jocks like us, we got certain needs an shit and those needs gotta be released or it'll make us crazy...so crazy we won't be able to do right by our team..." Everything Bart had said after "guys like you and me, jocks like us..." was lost to me. Had Bart really put me on the same level as him? Had he really referred to me as a jock, like him? I was stunned. "Did you hear what I said, Sam?," Bart asked, breaking me out of my haze, "we got needs and those needs gotta be released so we don't go crazy!" I'd actually heard Bart the first time, but hearing it again still confused me. "I'm not sure what you mean, Bart," I confessed to him, "about needs and them needing to be released..." "I'm talkin' about sex needs, Sam," he said looking right at me, "unloadin' your spunk, shootin' your load, empytin' your balls..." "Oh," I said, a little surprised to hear Bart using those types of terms, "ok." "So, little bro," Bart said, turning his face back toward the windshield and looking out across the lake, "is that something you can help me with?"
Ok, now I was so totally confused I didn't know what to say or do. I mean, I'd jacked off before sure. I'd unloaded my own spunk, shot my own load, and emptied my own balls, but I'd never thought about doing it to another guy. Ever. I just sat there in the passenger seat of Bart's Range Rover, in silence. "Here`s the deal, Sam," Bart finally said, breaking the silence. "Everybody knows that Erin's a virgin and plans on staying that way. And since we've been going out I've had lots of chicks, and a few dudes, offer to help me out and take care of my needs; cause they understand how it is with guys like you and me..." There it was again. Bart once again put me on the same level as him; a guy like him. "Wait," I said, snapping back, "you've had guys offer to help you out??...how?,,,,,and who???" "Just with a hand job," Bart offered back. "And one of the guys," he continued on, "was Rodney Pearce...and the only reason I'm telling you is because I know I can trust you not to say anything." Rodney Pearce was a junior and played sweeper on the soccer team. He kept to himself most of the time, but did have a few friends he hung out with. "Rodney Pearce?," I slowly asked Bart. "Yeah," Bart said back, "Rodney's a cool guy and he understands the kinds of needs we have." "But," Bart continued, "I didn't take him or anybody else up on the offers because I want somebody I know I can trust...somebody I know is gonna keep it between us...somebody that's more like family..." More like family... That was an interesting choice of words Bart had used. More like family...or maybe more like a little brother.
My head was spinning from what Bart had just told me and what he was asking me to do. I was really confused. Did guys really do that for each other? And if they did, how did they do it? Bart had mentioned several times that he thought of me as his equal; a friend and also a jock. That to me was overwhelming. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think he would consider me to be on the same level as he was. We sat in silence for a few more minutes as the radio played and I made my decision. Bart was a very cool guy and was my friend. He was also my idol, and I wanted him to know I would help him out with anything that he needed.
I broke the silence very slowly. "So," I began, "if I help you out, it's gonna be our secret right?; just between you and me?" "That's why I wanted you to help me out, Sam," Bart replied back. "I trust you that you're not gonna go telling anybody...and I sure as hell ain't gonna say anything!" "Ok," I said, again slowly, "what do I do?" A big smile came to Bart's face as he slid his seat back and reclined it a little, moving it away from the steering wheel. "You're the best little bro a dude could have," he said smiling. Once his seat was back, Bart reached down and unsnapped and unzipped his shorts. Then I watched as he pulled his shorts and underwear down to his ankles, in one slow movement.
The glow from the radio lit up a small amount of the suv. Once his shorts were down, Bart reached over and flipped on a light that was built into the dash. I looked over and saw that Bart's dick was already hard. I'd never seen another guy's dick hard before, and was a little amazed at his. From it's base in his curly dark brown pubes, to just under the cut head, Bart's cock was a perfect cylinder. His head flared out a little bigger than the shaft, and I could see shiny wet stuff oozing out of the head slit onto his dark red shirt. Bart reached down and pulled his shirt up, exposing his hard abs. His hard cock pulled up a little, then plopped down against it stomach. The head reached just past Bart's navel, and I could barely make out the hairs of a treasure trail lying beneath the shaft. His balls lay lose in their sack between his legs, and I could see them moving slightly each time Bart's cock twitched. I sat looking at Bart's cock, no expression on my face. I didn't know what I was supposed to do. All of a sudden, Bart pulled his shorts back up. He moved his seat back up to forward position, pushed his body up, and jumped through the seats and over the console, into the back bench seat. I turned around and saw him leaning up against the window, one leg on the seat and the other on the floorboard. His shorts and underwear were back down around his ankles. Bart looked at me and grinned. "Here ya go, little bro," he said, "it's all yours..." I still sat there, no expression and not moving. Finally, "Ummm...what am I supposed to do, Bart?" I asked. Bart laughed a little. "First, get your ass back here," he said, "then just pretend it's your own dick, Sam...jack it like you would your own..."
Slowly, I crawled between the seats and onto the back seat. I reached over and laid my open palm against the underside of Bart's shaft. It was really warm, almost hot, and moved when I touched it. Bart tensed a little when I touched him, but his body soon relaxed and I could feel his cock twitch beneath my hand. "Just wrap your hand around it, bro," Bart said in a low voice. "Just wrap your hand around it and see how it feels." I moved my hand sideways on his cock and slowly closed my hand around Bart's rigid shaft. My fingers wouldn't go all the way around, lacking about ¾ of an inch from meeting. Bart's cock jerked and hardened, and his pre-jizz flowed out of his slit and onto my hand. I was amazed at how my and Bart's cock felt the same. His was longer and thicker, but they both had the same feeling of hard mixed with soft. And the way his pre-jizz was flowing, Bart, like me, didn't need any other type of lube. With his cock gripped in my hand, I slowly moved up and down Bart's rigid pole. More pre-jazzed flowed out as I heard Bart catch his breath. "Fuck Sam," he moaned low, "that's perfect dude...fuck yeah, that's perfect."
I worked Bart's hard thick pole slow, and I could feel his hips lift off the seat each time my hand got to the base. A lot of pre-jizz was now flowing out and I brought my left hand to his cock head and ran my palm over the slit. A lower moan came from Bart, and I looked up and saw his head was tilted back and his eyes closed. I continued working my hands in the same motions, and Bart's moans got louder. "Ahhhh fuck man," he groaned, "that feels soooo fuckin' good..." My left palm was now soaked with Bart's pre-jizz, and I moved it down and started rubbing his balls. "Shit man!" he groaned louder, "fuuuck..."
I moved from where I was sitting on the seat and got on my knees between Bart's legs. My right hand gripped his hard rod tighter, while my left heavily massaged his balls. Bart's shaft was now soaked from his constant flow of pre-jizz and moved easily in my hand. Bart was enjoying my hands so much I decided to up the pleasure. I moved my hand to where my thumb was on the underside of his shaft. Each time my hand went up his shaft, to the head, my thumb rubbed against the sensitive underside of his cock head. This drove Bart crazy. "JESUS FUCK!!!" he yelled the first time my thumb hit the underside of his head. "What the fuck man...ahhh dude...what the fuck!!!!" I continued the cock assault with my hand, and moved my other hand from his balls and wrapped it also around his shaft. More and more pre-jizz flowed out, as Bart`s cock slipped easily through my tight hands. Bart began to move his hips up higher off the seat, using his hands to help push him up. "Fuck dude, I can't take much more a this...," he breathed out hard. "I'm gonna fuckin' blow it soon..."
With both hands on Bart's hard thick cock I jacked him at an even pace. Not too fast and not too slow; just like I liked it. Bart's hips were coming higher and higher off the bench seat, and his breathing was short and heavy. I looked at him and his head was almost all the way back now, and his eyes tightly closed. Bart's left hand was pushing against the window sill for leverage, while his right hand pushed hard against the top of the bench seat. His legs were spread as wide as his shorts and underwear would let them. I kept up my pace with my hands, and suddenly Bart jerked his head forward. I could feel his cock get harder and thicker in my hands, as his pre-jizz steadily flowed. I watched as Bart leveled his eyes on me, and squinted them a little. His nostrils flared as his breathing became shorter and stronger. "FUUCCKK," Bart suddenly yelled out as he pushed his hips and swollen cock up hard into my hands, "FUUUCCCKKK..." Then the first shot fired out of Bart's thick long cock, and sailed past his head. That shot was followed by four more, each landing either on his head or at the top of his shirt. I jacked hard as I watched shot after shot fly out of Bart's cock, staining his red T. Bart's load was huge, as he must have had 7 or 8 shots in all. My hands were still on his cock, and the final loads oozed out and covered my hands.
Bart lay in the same position for a few minutes, with his head tilted all the way back, breathing hard. Finally, he brought his head forward, looked at me, and smiled. "Damn, little bro," he said grinning, "if you work your dick like that I'm surprised you can still walk!" I just looked at him. "Well, ya know...," I said to him, smiling back. Bart looked down at my jizz covered hands, and smiled again. Then he reached behind the seat, grabbed a towel, and threw it too me. I cleaned off my hands and laid the towel on the floorboard. Bart reached down, grabbed the towel, wiped off his cock, and threw it back down. "Remind me to throw that out on the way home," he said, winking at me.
On the drive to my house, Bart was as talkative as usual. He talked about sports, college, and girls. I was still processing everything that had just happened, and didn't say very much. Bart noticed my silence. "You OK, little bro," he said as we pulled into my driveway. "Yeah Bart," I said back to him, "I'm good." When I got to my room I laid on my bed for a long time, thinking about everything that had happened. Then I realized something. The whole time I was jacking Bart's cock, I hadn't even thought about my own. But now, alone in my room, I realized my cock was throbbing and aching, and my boxer briefs were soaked from my pre-jizz. I quickly pulled my shorts and underwear off, laid back, and wrapped my hand around my swollen cock. In about two minutes, I shot the most intense load I had ever shot.
I saw Bart the next day, when he came to see Erin. "Hey little bro," he said to me, grinning and hitting my shoulder as usual. Bart acted like nothing had happened and everything was cool. I liked that. I was still thinking about the previous nights events, and was beginning to think that what I had done was no big deal. I mean, yeah I'd jacked another dude's dick, but it wasn't just any dude's dick; it was Bart's. And I did it to help him out like he asked. And there wasn't anything I wouldn't do to help Bart out if he needed me. I didn't know it at the time, but that feeling would be tested the next weekend.
To be continued...