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Chapter 2
Obviously, none of my friends knew I was gay. I had known since the 6th grade, but my town of 25,000 wasn't as open minded as I would like. I knew even then that you kept things like that to yourself. I felt absolutely nothing when I looked at a girl, but could easily get a raging hard on looking at any number of the studs surrounding me in my grade. I kept up appearances and dated "nice" girls. I was the "nice guy" that, like Tim Tebow, was going to stay a virgin until marriage. It as a great cover, at least I thought. From puberty onward, all the guys sported hard ons that spontaneously popped up, so I could live my lie until I went away to college.
I drove my Honda to the high school the next day and parked near the exit so I could get out in a hurry if it was needed. I greeted my friends as usual, then went to my locker. I crouched down and was rummaging through my books when I felt a shadow fall over me. I brought my gaze up and looked up right into a bulging crotch; looking up the rest of the way, I saw the owner of that treasure looking down at me with a goofy grin on his face. "Hi Wayne, what's up?" "Ah, Dave, nothing you couldn't fix..." "Huh?" I said. "Nothing, just kidding", he said.
"Enjoy the movie last night?" Wayne asked. "Um, no, Wayne, I had a few things on my mind..." "I imagine you did..." he said as he snorted a laugh. "I had a lot on my mind as well. Judy is fantastic at kissing, and let me feel her tits, but that's as far as she'll let me go. I mean, she has perfect tits, they fit perfectly into my hands, and licking the nipples, like licking honey, you know what I mean, Paul?"
I didn't, but I said, "Yeah, that's always a turn on for me too." "Yeah", he said, "today she's wearing a t-shirt way too small, I can tell the color of the bra she's wearing. And her lips, so soft, man can she kiss...I can french kiss her for hours, I swear." I saw the lump in his pants turning into an impressive bulge as he talked out his memory.
"Yeah, I said, I love that too.", I said
"Yeah? What's your favorite thing to do on a date, Paul?". Wayne's smirk had returned, and I could feel my face slowly turning red. "Oh, you know, the usual."
"The usual?" Wayne asked. "What's that for you?
"Well, you know, I'm waiting for marriage, so I try to show the girl respect", I said. "I'm sure you do" he said with a chuckle. "We should try double dating sometime." "Huh?" I said. He was an acquaintance, but we didn't hang out a whole lot or anything. I didn't know if I could handle an entire evening with his body that close to mine. I could fake it with a girl for a while, but I had my limits. "Sure, we should do that...sometime." "Great!" he said with a big grin.
"Hey, gotta run, gonna be late for class. Old lady Karnish will kill me if I'm late again! Later!" And like that, he was gone to leave me with my bewildered thoughts.
Fifth period was a longer period of the day and I had study hall. It was a time most people just slept. I enjoyed it because Wayne was in the same study hall, one row over and 4 desks up. I could stare at the back of his head, his butt massaging the chair of the desk he sat at, sitting there watching his hands gripping the side of the desk while talking to the person in front of him while he lifted his ass ever so slightly, and wishing those hands were gripping the back of my head holding me in place between his legs, and I imagined running my fingers through his blonde hair as we kissed. Jeez, I was getting horny and hard!
Mr. O'Donnell, the teacher who babysat us, could care less what we did as long as we didn't cause him more work. I went up to him and asked if I could use the restroom. Without looking up from the book he was reading, he said "Get outta here." I knew he wouldn't know if I ever returned or not. I knew I'd have time for a quick jerk.
This wing of the school had a lot of home ec, etc., classes mostly taken by the girls. The only guys in this area were in the study hall. I knew I'd be undisturbed. I walked into the bathroom and went into the end cubicle. Small, but intimate. I had my pants down in seconds and was jerking my cock thinking of all the straight meat that surrounded me all the time. Way too soon, I felt the familiar pulsing of my cock. I grabbed some toilet paper and with a quiet moan spewed out my load. As I leaned back, exhausted, I heard the bathroom door open. I quickly stood up and pulled up my pants, buckled my belt and opened the door.
Standing in the doorway of the cubicle was Wayne with the same smirk I'd seen a million times. "Hey, Paul, what's going on?". "Just finished taking a shit, that ok with you?". "Well", he said, "it would be, but I don't smell shit, I smell cum." Again, I turned red and tried to push myself past Wayne. He grabbed my shoulders and with his grey blue eyes boring into mine, he slowly backed me back into the cubicle. He reached behind him and locked the door, then slowly pushed on my shoulders until I sat on the toilet.
"Remember when I said this morning what a great kisser Judy was? And how tasty her tits were?" I slowly nodded yes, looking up into his intense face. "Well, I spent the whole night with blue balls; I couldn't jerk cuz my little brother, Larry, and I share a room. I really ache this morning, but I thought you might...help...me with my problem." I felt confused, am I hearing this right, or is this a trick to out me? "What makes you think I could, would, help you with your `problem'?"
Wayne let out a snort and said, "Come on, Paul, Larry had you pegged as a fag a long time ago. I never noticed it, said it didn't matter to me, but he kept saying he'd love to try your lips on his cock when his girl wouldn't put out. I got thinking about that and thought, what the hell, why should I walk around with an ache in my balls if someone would be willing to drain them for me?"
As he said this, we was inching closer and closer to my face. By the time he finished, his zipper was only a half inch from my mouth. I could smell his musk floating through his jeans. My face was looking up my line of sight traveling up his bulge, past his chest and face into his eyes that continued to hold me in a trance -- embracing me, encouraging me, enabling me, demanding.....
His hand pressed against the back of my head and my face pushed against his crotch; my nose and lips felt his massive dick pushing against the fabric. Wayne, quiet yet forcefully said, "Take it out, Paul". As I nodded, my nose was rubbing up and down his crotch massaging his dick. "I think I'm gonna like this", he said as my hands went to unfasten his belt. They were shaking as they unbuckled his jeans and the sound of his zipper being pulled down sounded so loud I swear they could hear it in the study hall.
I peeled his jeans down and looked into a pair of deep purple boxer briefs that bulged obscenely in front of my face. He pushed my face into his crotch again, and I could catch whiffs of jock sweat, dribbles of urine, and a strong scent of man musk while his cock rolled back and forth against my nose.
Pulling down the boxer briefs, I mumbled, "you smell great". "Shut up and suck!", he ordered. I had a sudden loss of breath when I saw 7 ½ inches of solid perfection pop out from it's confines and begin pulsing in front of my face. An awesome cut dick with a huge helmut, that looked thick enough that I knew I was going to have a problem getting it down my throat.
I began to lick up and down its length to make it slick so I could suck it. It was so smooth, and had a hint of the day's sweat on it--delicious, salty and intoxicating!. I drooled on it and began running my hand up and down the length.
Leaning forward, and staring up at my adonis, I put his balls into my mouth and began massaging them with my tongue. The hairs on his balls scratched my tongue as I massaged them. A long drool of precum dripped off the tip of his cock and slowly stretched toward my nose. With a quiet snap, the drool separated from his helmet and with a quiet `plop' landed on my nose and began it's slow decent downward. He moaned so loudly that it vibrated through his body and I felt it with my lips, causing me to softly moan to which he uttered, "Do that more, it feels fantastic on my balls".
"Suck me now!" he said as he grabbed my hair, pulled me from his balls, and jabbed his dick into my now empty mouth. Like a torpedo, his dick shot to the back of my throat and rammed itself into my throat. I began to choke and sputter pushing back against his legs, but he would have none of that. He had locked his hands behind my head and was forcefully fucking my face like he wanted to fuck Judy's cunt. My hands were slapping against his thighs as I fought for air, but through clenched teeth, he muttered, "whatever, fag, suck it!"
His thrusts intensified in speed and soon he was rabbit fucking my throat with short thrusts. His eyes rolled up on his skull, he looked up at the ceiling and said,"O fuck!!" He pulled his dick out so that just the helmet was in my mouth. My tongue swirled around the sensitive part as volley after volley of his baby batter filled my mouth. The pubic hair that had stayed in my mouth and tongue when I was sucking his balls mixed with his cum giving it an unusual grainy consistency. I swallowed the nutty flavored mucus, savoring every drop then began coughing a little as his pubic hairs stuck to my throat and were difficult to swallow.
Sweat covered Wayne's face as he said, "That was fan-fucking-tastic! Holy shit, you're a pro!" I pulled back from his dick and swallowed rapidly several times trying to ingest the whole load and swallow the hairs tickling my throat. He was looking down with a lazy smile, that turned to wide eyed fear when we heard the outside door to the bathroom open.
Chapter 3
Quickly, Wayne put his finger to his lips telling me to stay quiet. He quickly turned around and pulled my legs up and braced them against the door and backed up a little. Looking under the door, you would see one pair of legs, Wayne's, with his pants around them. Just a normal high school kid taking a normal shit. His bare butt was three inches from my nose. Not one to bypass an opportunity, leaned in a little bit and softly sniffed at his butt. He looked back and shook his head.
For the first time in his career, Mr. O'Donnell was being responsible and wondered where we had gone. "Whose in here?" "It's me, Wayne." "Where's Paul?" "Uh, well, gee, not in here with me! Can't a high school senior take a shit in peace?". "Are you sure that's all you're doing? You've been gone a long time!" "What else would I be doing?"
Suddenly, I saw Wayne butt cheeks clench a few times and out flew a hurricane of a fart that that blew past me and reverberated through the bathroom. The cubicle immediately was bathed in a rank odor that had emanated from Wayne's butt. I held my breath to keep from gagging. Wayne's butt jiggled as he quietly laughed at my predicament.
Mr. O'Donnell barked, "Geez, you're disgusting! Finish your shit and get back to study hall!" "You got it! Almost done!" We heard the door close and I gasped for air. "You fucking pig! That was horrible!" Giggling, he said, "Well, you seem to enjoy sniffing at my ass, I wanted to give you the full treatment direct from the source!" With that, Wayne pulled up his purple boxer briefs, his pants, gave me a wink, said "See you soon!" and sauntered out of the bathroom back to study hall. I sat there with the taste of cum in my mouth, the smell of a fart up my nose, and a wonderment of what I had gotten myself into. See you soon? He means...