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Straight High School Cock--Bart--The First One--Part II
From Part I:
...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...
...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 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.
I saw Bart several times, either at school or when he was visiting my sister, in the week after I jacked him off in his Range Rover out by the lake. He treated me like he always had...he joked with me, he'd hit me on the arm, and he'd call me his "little bro." Even though Bart treated me the same, I began to think of him differently. I began watching him more. I'd watch the way he moved, I watched the way he talked, and I caught myself several times looking at his crotch. A lot. When Bart would catch me, he'd just wink at me and laugh. I'd wake up in the middle of the night, my cock hard and dripping from a dream I'd had about Bart. I'd slowly jack my cock thinking that it was his cock I was again jacking. I'd never had these kinds of feelings for a guy before, and I wasn't sure what, if anything, was wrong. All I knew was I really liked Bart, and it appeared that he liked me. I figured it was probably just a phase that every guy went through, who had an idol, and it would pass in time.
Friday afternoon at school, I saw Bart and my sister walking down the hall together. As we got closer, Bart smiled and winked at me. "Hey Sam," he said, "did Erin tell ya she's ditchin' me for the weekend to go with Carrie?" My sister was going to look at colleges with her friend Carrie. They were leaving on Saturday and wouldn't be back until late Sunday afternoon. "Yeah," I answered him back, "you know how chicks are..." Bart just laughed. "Fuck yeah I do, little bro," he said, "fuck yeah." Then he looked at me and said, "so how about you and me hangin' out then...you cool with that?" I was caught off guard. "Ummm, yeah sure," I said, totally not expecting the invitation. "Sweet," Bart then said, "I'll call ya later..." As I walked around them, I head him say to my sister, "you know, Erin, us jocks have to stick together..." Wow! There it was again. He was putting me up on his level again, but this time he was telling my sister! Standing a little straighter, and with my chest puffed out with pride, I turned the corner and walked, no I swaggered, down the hall to my next class.
I slept really good that night, with the usual Bart dream waking me up. As with the previous five nights, my cock was rock hard and the pre-jizz was running down my shaft and covered my balls. And as with the five previous nights, I wrapped my hand around my rod and slowly jacked imagining it was Bart's cock I was pumping. I was still in bed when I heard the text alert go off on my phone. I reached over to my nightstand, picked up my phone, and saw it was from Bart. "Picking you up in an hour, little bro," it read, "be ready." I looked at the clock on the stand and it was already a little after nine. I got out of bed, jumped in the shower, and threw on some cargo shorts, a T, and my favorite ball cap. I had no idea what Bart had planned for day, and didn't care. I was just excited to be spending some more time with just him and I.
I was lying on my bed listening to my Ipod, when I looked up and saw Bart standing in the doorway of my bedroom. He had a big grin on his face. And like me, Bart was wearing cargo shorts, a T, and a baseball cap. I took the buds out of my ears just in time to catch something Bart threw at me. It was a baseball. "Nice catch," he grinned, "now get off your ass and let's go practice." I grabbed my mitt that I always kept on the top of my bookshelf, and followed Bart downstairs, and out the door to his Range Rover. When we got in, I could see a long sports bag with a couple of bats sticking out, thrown across the back seat. Instantly, my mind went back to the previous Saturday night when Bart was sprawled across that same seat and I was jacking his hard thick cock. He must have noticed that I was looking at the back seat a bit too long, because I heard Bart chuckle. "Come on bro," he said after the laugh, "let's go."
Bart and I laughed and talked while we drove around for about 15 minutes. Then he turned onto the road that lead to the high school. From what Bart had said earlier, and from the baseball gear in the back seat, I figured we were going to be doing some baseball practice. I didn't know why we were going to the high school, because I knew we couldn't practice there. The entire field was closed and locked due to new turf sod being laid during the previous week. The whole school had been given strict orders not to go on the field for two weeks. So I was surprised when Bart pulled up, and parked, just outside the front gate. "Dude," I said, after he turned the motor off, "you know we can't practice here, right?" Bart just laughed, reached in the console, and got out a set of keys. "It's good to be the coach's son," he said, "come on." I had completely forgotten that Bart's dad was the baseball coach. And although he was the one who was the strictest about "his" field, I guess Bart figured he could get away with it.
Bart grabbed the gear from the back seat, and I followed him to the gate. Like most baseball fields, the gate was situated in front of large screen fence behind home plate. The dugouts were by first and third base, and hidden from view unless you were at the bases. At the end of the outfield was another high fence, and behind that a row of trees. Behind the trees was a small housing development. Bart put the gear on the ground, and after trying a few keys, finally found the one to unlock the padlock on the gate. After getting the lock open, Bart swung open the gate, and I picked up the gear and walked through. Behind me I could hear Bart closing the gate, putting the lock back, and snapping it shut. We walked side-by-side until we got to home plate. "Just throw the gear down there," Bart said, pointing to a spot behind home plate and the pitchers mound. "I'll be right back," he said, walking toward third base, "I gotta get some more stuff from the dugout." I put the gear bag where Bart had told me, and waited. About five minutes later, I heard Bart calling me from the dugout. "Hey Sam," he yelled, "come here a minute." I walked over to the home team dugout, and saw Bart sitting on the bench, leaning against the corner walls. "What's up," I asked him. Bart motioned me toward him. "Sit down a minute, Sam," he said, "I wanna talk to ya about something." I immediately had a knot in the bottom of my stomach, afraid I had done something wrong and Bart was going to tell me he really wasn't my friend and that everything was a big joke. I'm sure he could see the concern on my face as I walked toward him. As I got next to him, Bart laughed and slapped me on the leg. "It's all good, little bro," he said laughing, "nothing's wrong."
I sat down next to him, and Bart stretched out his legs. "Dude," he began, "I just wanted to make sure you were still cool with what happened last weekend..." A big sigh escaped from my chest. "Uhhhh, yeah...I guess...I mean...yeah I'm cool with it...," I nervously told him, "why?" "I just wanted to make sure," Bart said, " and I wanted to tell you how much I appreciated you helping me out..." I was still nervous and looked up, and Bart was looking right at me. I looked back down again. "Ummm, yeah," I began again, "yeah, it's...ummm...I'm...yeah, I'm glad I could help ya Bart." My eyes were still looking down, but I could see Bart's left hand go to his crotch and start to rub. "Sooo thennn," he said, still rubbing "you wouldn't mind helping me out again...?" My palms were sweating, and I noticed I had begun to bite my bottom lip. Although me jacking Bart's cock had been in my dreams every night the past week, and each time I had jacked off pretending it was him I was jacking off, I wasn't convinced, in reality, that I should do it again. Bart's left hand left his crotch and he placed it on my leg. Simultaneously, his right hand replaced his left. "Come on little bro," he said really low, "It's been a week and I could really use it..." Bart was starting to break me down. "But, here?" I said, "what if..." Bart cut me off. "No one's gonna see," he told me, "we're hidden..." I watched as Bart's hand left my leg, and went to my wrist. He wrapped his fingers around my wrist, and slowly pulled my hand to his crotch, removing his own. I could feel Bart's cock jump beneath his shorts and underwear as he laid my hand on top of his crotch. Slowly, I wrapped my hand around the outline, and squeezed.
A low groan escaped from Bart's lungs as he spread his legs further apart, and slid down lower on the bench. I moved down between his legs, on my knees, keeping my hand on his crotch. "Ahhhh yeah Sam," he groaned, "that's it man..." As I continued to rub the outline of his cock, Bart reached up to unsnap his cargo shorts. He unsnapped them with one hand, and began to unzip them with the other. I moved my hand away, took the zipper from Bart's fingers, and finished pulling it down. I pulled the top of Bart's shorts apart, and saw his cock sticking about a quarter of the way out of the top of his grey boxer briefs, and the head stopped just below his belly button. The cut side facing me, and his treasure trail was wet and shiny from the constant flow of pre-jizz he was producing. I took my hand and placed it flat against his crotch. With my open palm, I rubbed from the base of Bart's cock, up his shaft, until the top of my fingers were touching just above his navel. As I rubbed my hand up, I pressed harder on his upturned cock head. I felt Bart's body jerk from the pressure on his head. "AHHHH FUUUCCCKK," Bart moaned loudly, "FUUUUCCCKKK..." His cock lengthened and hardened, with the head now at the center of his navel. I took my hands and grabbed the waistband of his boxer briefs. I pulled them down, along with his cargo shorts, and they stopped at Bart's feet.
In the daylight, Bart's cock was more impressive than it had been seeing it from the glow of the backseat light in his Range Rover. I leaned back on my knees and watched it twitch and move before me. The shaft was a perfect cylinder, thick and heavy. Without the confines of his underwear, the head of Bart's cock now touched the lower part of his stomach, above his belly button. His balls hung lose and low in their sack, resting on the wooden bench below them. Bart's treasure trail started at his navel, and ran thick to his full bush of dark brown pubes. In the daylight I could see hair also on the sides and bottom of his nut sac. Pulling his cock down a little with my left hand, my right hand wrapped around the hard warm shaft. As before, my hand would only go about ¾ of the way around his thick shaft, which was coated with his pre-jizz. Bart groaned again when I touched him, and he slowly fucked his hips up. Hot, wet pre-jizz flowed easily from the slit, and I angled my hand to catch some for lube. Bart's groans were now ongoing, as was his encouragement. "Ahhhh, fuck yeah Sam," he kept repeating, "...feels so fuckin' good bro..." I slowly worked my hand up and down Bart's thick rigid shaft, while he slowly fucked my hand in return. I knew Bart was enjoying this, and I wanted to make it last as long as possible. His pre-jizz was constant, making smacking sounds from the hand-fucking. Bart's head was tilted back and his eyes were closed. Constant moans were escaping from his mouth. Suddenly, Bart grabbed my wrist and stopped me. Confused, I looked up at him. He looked down at me, grinned, and moved his baseball cap a little farther back on his head. "This feels so fuckin' good Sam...I can't even tell you how good it feels," he said to me with glazed eyes and short breaths. "But you know what would feel even better?" I was still looking up at him, still confused. "It'd be so fuckin' awesome bro," he said, "if you could just lick the head for me..."
"What?!?!," I said in my mind, "what is he wanting me to do?!?!" I was thrown off guard by Bart's request, and just sat there with his cock still hot and pulsating in my hand. Bart could see the reluctance on my face and put his hand on my arm. "Would you do it for me, Sam," he said in a low voice. "Just lick it a couple of times...it would really mean a lot to me. "But Bart," I said slowly, "I've never even thought about doing something like that..." And it was true. While I'd often thought about having Bart's hard cock in my hand and jacking him off till he shot his load, the thought of putting it in my mouth had never crossed my mind. To me, putting another guy's cock in your mouth was something a gay guy did. And I was definitely not gay. I was just helping Bart out because he needed me. Instinctly, Bart seemed to know what I was thinking. "It won't mean anything Sam," he said, keeping his low voice, "it's just another way you can help me out...you`re just helping out your jock buddy..."
Bart's cock seemed to feel harder than ever in my hand. His hand, still on my arm, was now rubbing it. Slowly, I bent the hard swollen shaft down, until his wet cock head was directly in front of my face. As Bart continued to rub my arm, I moved my head closer. The smell of his pre-jizz hit my nose, and I moved my hand up his shaft and watched more flow out. My mouth was now less than an inch away from the head, and my heart was beating hard in my chest. It seemed like I was moving in slow motion, as I opened my lips and stuck out my tongue. Tentively I stuck my tongue out further, and felt it connect with the slimy head. Just as I connected, I felt a pre-jizz flow slide onto my tongue. Quickly, I pulled my tongue back into my mouth. I moved it around inside my mouth, tasting the wetness. Oddly, it had a somewhat sweet, slightly salty taste to it. I realized it wasn't a bad taste, brought my tongue out again, and connected to Bart's head.
Bart's moans were almost a growl as my tongue licked around his cock head, and to the cut part beneath. "Ahhhh Fuucckk," he growled, "duude...yeeaahhh...fuuuccckkk..." Holding Bart's cock firmly in my hand, my tongue ventured down from head to the jizz-covered shaft below. Bart's moans intensified, and he moved his left hand from my arm to the top of my baseball cap. As I continued to lick his head and shaft, Bart turned my cap around, to where the bill was now facing the back. He brought his hand back to the top of my head, and squeezed firmly. Bart's cock was hard and thick in my hand, as my tongue traced it's girth. I was licking around the head, when Bart brought his right hand up and placed it just below mine, at the base of his shaft. His left hand was firmly holding my head, while he worked his cock head and underside over my tongue. Then, slowly, Bart began rubbing the head of his cock around my lips. Pre-jizz coated my lips, and I licked them to get the sweet salty taste. I guess Bart then decided the time was right, because Bart began to push the head of his cock between my lips and into my mouth. I resisted at first, not knowing exactly what he was doing. "Come on little bro," Bart told me in his low voice, "just put it in...it'll fit soooo good..."
I parted my lips and let Bart slide the head of his cock into my mouth. His body jerked and his moan was low and guttural. "F U C K dude," he groaned out, "F U U C C K K!!" I could feel Bart's hand pulling my head farther onto his hard cock. His thick shaft now filled my mouth, and I could feel it was hot and wet. Slowly, Bart pulled my head back, bringing his cock almost out of my mouth, then slowly pushed it back in. My mouth soon adjusted to the thickness filling it, and I began to work my tongue under the shaft and around the head. "SHIT Sam," Bart moaned out again, "you have no fuckin' idea bro..." My head was basically still as Bart's hand and hips worked his cock in and out of my mouth. I only had about four inches in, but I could feel his head hitting the back of my throat. "You're going sooo fucking good, Sam," Bart said to me encouragingly, "soooo fucking good!" I quickly learned that if I breathed through my nose, the fullness in my mouth wasn't so bad. But, in the back of my mind, I wondered why the pressure of Bart's cock head heating the back of my throat didn't make me cough or gag.
Bart's groans were continual as he slowly fucked my mouth. Since I was having no problems with his head hitting the back of my throat, I decided to see if I could make Bart feel even better. I decided to try and get more of his hot hard cock into my mouth, and maybe part of the way down my throat. Instead of pulling all the way out of my mouth, Bart was now only pulling his cock out to where his head ridge was just behind my teeth. I put my hands on the wooden bench, on either side of Bart's naked hips. As he slowly pulled his cock out, getting ready for the down fuck, I steadied myself. Bart slowly began to push his cock to the back of my throat. I took a deep breath, and while he was pushing I pushed my head forward. I pushed as I felt Bart's cock hit the back of my mouth. Meeting no resistance, Bart's cock hit the back and slid ¾ of the way down my throat. "HOLY FUCK!!!," Bart yelled and his body tensed, as my lips touched the top of his fingers that were wrapped around the base of his cock. "WHAT THE FUCK DUDE!!"
I moved my head back, bringing Bart's cock out of my throat and back up into my mouth. I repeated the swallowing twice more, feeling Bart's body shiver each time. On the way down the third time, I brought my hand up to Bart's, and moved it from the base of his cock. With his hand gone, the remainder of Bart's cock slid easily down my throat, burying my nose in his pubes. The sensation was too much for Bart. Placing both his hands on my cap-covered head, he yelled again and his body jerked. "FUCK SAM," he yelled out, "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!?! Three more times I swallowed the length of Bart's hard thick shaft into my warm wet throat. Each time, Bart's hands were clamped hard on my head and his body jerked up to get as much of his cock down my throat as he could. Bart's breathing was hard and short. His moans were constant, and were now becoming groans. "You better get off Sam," Bart suddenly said, in short hard breathes, "I'm gonna blow..." I'd gone this far, to have Bart fuck my throat, and I wanted to go the rest of the way. I wanted him to shoot his load while his cock was buried in my throat. "Sam...," he said almost breathless now, "I'm serious dude...I'm gonna fuckin..." And then it hit. While I was swallowing Bart's cock for the fourth time, his body became suddenly rigid. I could feel his cock get harder and thicker in my mouth and throat. Bart spread his legs as wide as his shorts and underwear would let him, and his hands moved from the top of my head to clamp hard on each side. "FFFUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK DUUUUDE..." he yelled out groaning, "FFFUUUUCCCCKKKKK..." Bart's cock was just past the back of my throat when it erupted. I felt the first shot hit my throat wall and slide down. Unable to move my head because of his tight grip, I felt four more shots rocket out, hit the walls of my throat, and slide into my gut. Bart continued to groan, saying various "fucks" and "shits." I was able to move my head back a little, and I quickly my hand up to his cock base and jacked. Three, less hard shots, hit the back of my tongue and slid forward in my mouth. Moving Bart's cock back toward my lips, I jacked out the last remaining shots, rolled them around on my tongue, and coated his cock head and the top part of his shaft.
As I milked the last remaining seed from his cock, Bart's body went limp and he slumped down lower on the bench. I looked up at him, and his head was back against the wall, with his eyes closed. Bart's ball cap was still pushed back on his head, with tufts of hair sticking out. I let go of Bart's cock, and laid it against his balls. Bart still didn't move, and I slowly got off my knees and sat on the bench beside him. We sat there for a couple of minutes, then Bart opened his eyes and turned his head toward me. "Seriously dude," he said, still somewhat breathless and with no expression on his face, "what the hell was that??" I looked at Bart for a minute, then looked down. "Fuck," I said to myself, "he's pissed...what the hell have I done..." Then Bart spoke. "Sam," he said in his low voice, "that shit you just did was fucking amazing!" "It's gotta be the most awesome thing anybody's ever done for me!" I looked up at him, and Bart had a big grin on his face. "Dude," he continued, " I can't believe you fuckin' did that!" "You didn't fuckin' choke or anything man...dude that was porn head, bro...fuckin' PORN HEAD!!" Bart hit me on the arm after he said it, and I laughed. "I dunno man," I told him, "it just seemed like the right thing to do...it just did."
In the three months that was left of the school year, Bart and I got together at least once a week, sometimes more. He was eager to let me hone my new-found skills on him. Bart was actually the one on who I learned to swallow a cock down my throat, hold it there, and milk the shaft with my throat muscles. That drove him crazy, and he lustfully referred to it as "The Sam." After Bart graduated, he went to a college on the east coast. Him and my sister broke up not long after he left. Bart didn't come back to town very often, but when he did we managed to get in at least one "session." We kept in touch for a while through texts, but those slowly dropped off. About half way through his second semester, I did get a text from Bart. He sent me a picture of a girl that was giving him a blowjob. The girl only had about half of Bart's cock in her mouth. Under the picture, in bold capital letters, Bart had written: AMATEUR!!! It made me smile.