Chapter 4
By the time I got to study hall, everyone was gone, including old man O'Donnell. I grabbed my books and went to my next class.
After school, I had track practice where we just ran laps for conditioning. I looked over to see Wayne practicing on the field. He was the pitcher, of course. I thought, "Man, I'd sure like to be his catcher..." Watching his firm ass as he wound up for a pitch was too much of a distraction. I had to keep my eyes focused on the track in front of me so I wouldn't trip.
The baseball team finished practice first, and were gone from the showers by the time the track team got got to the showers. There was such a wonderful steamy scent of sweat, musk and youth in the air. I always had such trouble staying soft during the showers. Between the smell and the scenery of such fellow studs, it took every ounce of will power to keep my disk soft. I looked around for Wayne, but he must have run off with his buddies.
When I went to my car, imagine my shock when Wayne was sitting on the hood texting on his phone. I was still embarrassed over what happened earlier. I mean, I enjoyed it, but was nervous my secret was out.
"Uh, hi Wayne. What's up?"
"Nothin' at the moment. You wanna change that? He smirked. "Hey man, I'm just checking that you're not too weirded out over what happened earlier."
I thought about it, and answered slowly, "No, I guess I'm alright. It was a one time moment of weakness. We're men, we can understand that."
Wayne looked at me like I just grew a third eye. "One time thing?!? Are you nuts!?! That was an incredible blowjob -- the best I've ever had - - and I look forward to my blue balls being a thing of the past. Judy refuses to drain my pipe, but you swallowed my spermies like they were nectar of the gods..."; he paused, "I guess that what they are, nectar of the gods..." he mused as he slowly started to massage his crotch.
"Wayne", I said carefully and evenly, "Larry already outed me to you, and I don't know how he knew. I gave in to you in a moment of weakness. I can't put up with all the crap about being gay during my senior year. I wanna have fun!"
"Paul, if you think I'm gonna wreck a good thing by telling anyone, you're crazy -- I intend to have a lot of fun. I mean, Larry has a sixth sense and can usually tell if someone is gay. I'm more of a live and let live person; but here's a case where I just think it's gonna be great listening to you play the skin flute. You're a virtuoso!" He smiled at his creative imagery. "So I have to ask you."
"What?", I said.
"How'd I taste?"
"Taste?" I asked.
"Yeah, my baby makers." he said.
I studied him for a minute. He had such an inquisitive look on his face, he was actually being serious. "Actually, Wayne, you were pretty tasty. Sort of a nutty, salty flavor, but pretty easy to swallow as a afternoon treat. It was like nothing I've tasted before, but it was awesome."
He beamed. "I gotta tell you, Paul, you are the first guy to suck me. But with all the chicks that have sucked me off, you are the first to swallow my junk and enjoy it. If a chick will even bother blowing me at all, they don't want me to come in their mouth. If I can't hold it and do, they act like it's poison, race to the bathroom, spit in the sink and rise their mouth out. You seem to actually enjoy it."
Finally understanding this might be an ongoing gig, I said, "I did enjoy it. I can see where your sperm might be addicting. And I guess there's a good chance I will again -- anytime in anyway."
He gave me his million dollar smile, then said, "Thanks, you were the best this afternoon, and you're the best now!", and walked back into school.
Driving home, I tried to figure out what might have made Larry know I was gay. It made me a little nervous. I acted straight, never stared too much (I thought), had no more boners than everyone else in my class... I dunno.
Larry. He was way more aggressive than Wayne, a year younger being in the Junior class and could have a mean streak to him. He was a younger version of Wayne, just not as polite or kind. He enjoyed my embarrassment over pushing my face into his brother's ass at the movie theater, and brought it up as a joke numerous times to my shame. He had even started to greet me as "Kiss ass". The problem was, he was a miniature version of Wayne. He had the blonde hair, hypnotizing steel blue eyes, was 5' 10" (an inch shorter than his brother), and was a little less bulky at 155#...but pure muscle just as his brother. He had more of an intensity about him than Wayne...more focused...more cocky....almost on the prowl.
A few days later, on a hot and humid afternoon I was out for an light jog and was passing by Larry and Wayne's house. I looked over, and Larry was playing throwing around abasketball. He saw me and said, "Paul, come on over and let's play a bit."
A little nervous, I said, "Sure" and joined him on the driveway. Now, I'm a wrestler, but could hold my own on the basketball court as well. After about 20 minutes of working up a sweat, Paul said, "Let's make it interesting. We'll play to 20, and winner gets to name what he wants for a trophy'.
I should have felt a trap being laid, but I had the arrogance and pride of an 18 year old that made my say, "You're on, and you're going to regret this, Larry!"
"Ooooh, I so afraid" he laughed, jogging as he took the ball to the sideline.
He proceeded to wipe the court with me, 20-8. I could do nothing right, he looked like an NBA champion. We were both drenched with sweat, and he came up with a crooked grin and said, "Huh, now I have to think of a prize that will make YOU regret the bet. Come on in, let's get something to drink."
I followed him into the house staring at his butt encased with his shorts that were soaked with sweat. There was a dark stain of sweat where his crack would be, it really looked hot. He grabbed a coke for each of us and we gulped them down in a few swallows. Larry let out a huge belch, and I laughingly tried to match his. Once again, he beat me...
He said, "Let's go downstairs. I'll show you Wayne's and my room". He let me go first down the stairs, but I could almost feel his breath on my neck, he was that close. Their room was to the right: the room was what you would expect from a high school junior and senior. A strong scent of male musk permeated the air. Clothes everywhere, trophies lining the walls, half naked women in tiny bikinis on the wall, there was even a jock strap hanging from the ceiling fan. "That would be mine!" he proudly exlaimed. "Wayne and I were taking our jocks, stretching the elastic and shooting at each other yesterday. Mine was a bad shot and it landed up there. Neither of us has tried to get it down yet, both of our jocks were pretty ripe."
Imagining this "boys war" made my dick begin to stiffen, I turned so Larry wouldn't see it, wondering if it would be possible to steal the jock without getting caught. "So how's it going with Terri?" Terri was the girl Larry was currently dating.
"We got into a huge fight yesterday and I haven't had a chance to talk to her about it. She always takes four or five days before she can talk rationally after a fight." I turned an Larry was staring right at me.
"You know, Wayne, four or five days is a long time for a high school junior to do without..." His eyes continued to bore into mine.
I finally broke the trance and turned to look at their trophies. "That's why God gave us hands, Larry. If he didn't want us to jerk off, he wouldn't have given us arms long enough to reach it." I smiled at my attempt at humor, but heard nothing from Larry.
I sensed him coming up behind me, almost touching me. "After feeling a pussy grab my dick, or lips caress my cock, my hand just doesn't do it anymore. I need the real thing."
"I wouldn't know, Larry, I'm holding off till marriage. I only know my hand." I tried to sound righteous.
"You see all those trophies? Dozens of them that Wayne and I have won. Do you have any trophies, Paul?"
Now, I hold my own, and am pretty good at sports, but had few trophies to line my walls. "Not too many, Larry. I'm not the champions you and Wayne are."
He was leaning slightly into my back, put his lips by my ears and said, "I dunno, I heard you could get first place for cocksucking. `Best blowjob I ever had' was how it was worded."
I felt the blood drain from my face and my knees get weak. He knows? Wayne told him? I tried to be macho and convincing by saying, "I don't know what you're talking about", but it came out as a hoarse whisper.
He reached under my arms and latched onto my shoulders. His lips were caressing my earlobes as he said, "You didn't think brothers would keep such a thing from one another, did you? You made Wayne a happy puppy and I thought you might do the same for me." He slowly ground his groin into my ass as I felt my dick get even stiffer.
I shuddered, pushed myself from the wall, and turned around. Larry's hands went to my shoulders again and caressed them. His eyes bore into mine as before, but now with a fire of lust burning within them. I felt like I was in a spider's web, unable to get away, and the spider had just embraced me.
"You know, Paul, I can't say why, but I could tell you were gay from the start. You hid it well, but I never bought this Tim Tebow crap anymore than I do from Tebow himself. The girls talk how nice you are, but there's no passion when you kiss them." He slowly started to back me up toward the bed.
"I shared my thoughts with my brother, who thought I was nuts. But we know how that turned out, don't we?" I could feel the edge of the bed hit the back of my knees. He locked his hands under my arms again, and stared at my eyes as he slowly lowered me onto the King size bed he and Wayne shared every night. I wonder if I was on Larry's side or Wayne's side?
I looked up at Larry, and incredible stud, still soaked with sweat, but letting off an aura of sex. "Larry, maybe we should take a shower first. I'm pretty rank."
"So am I, but I don't intend tasting your body. Besides, are you telling me you don't like the way I smell? You don't like my scent? You mean you won't like the way I taste?" Larry cocked his head and smirked a little.
"Larry, I'm just not into raunch or anything, ok?"
"I guess I don't recall asking you if you were, and I know for sure I couldn't give a shit. Now take your shirt off." I stared at him as he slowly peeled off his wife beater and his six pack came into view. I sat partially up and pulled my T-shirt off, ashamed I didn't have the build he did. "Get those fucking pants off, too." I pulled down my sweats along with my briefs and kicked them off. I was naked in front of Larry.
I stared as he slowly lowered his cut-off sweats to the ground. Bright lime green boxer briefs were stained with sweat in places, but the underwear molded around his dick. My God, he looks like he might be bigger than Wayne! My dick began to throb.
"So you don't like raunch, huh, well, tell you what. Turn around so that your head is hanging over the edge of the bed." I quickly flipped so that I was on my back and my head was hanging slightly off the bed. I looked up as Larry slowly peeled the lime underwear from his body and let it drop to the ground. I looked up at two tree trunks of legs, a massive set of hairy balls, what had to be 8" throbbing in the air, up the hair on his chest into the smirking eyes of Larry.
"Open wide, Paul." I did as he commanded, and he moved forward, spread his legs wide, slowly crouched down, and began to lower his hairy balls into my mouth. "Bite them, and you're dead" he said as I let them past my lips and onto my tongue. I slowly closed my lips around his orbs and realized his family jewels were now protected by my mouth.
His balls had corse hair that scratched against my tongue as I caressed them, but they didn't taste raunchy at all. It was a taste I would crave in the future... a little sweat...a little man musk...and a lot of the essence of Larry. As I massaged his balls with my mouth, he groaned loudly and lowered his body onto my face. My nose was pressed against his taint, massaging it as he squired, and his butt cheeks scratched my eye lids with his fine blonde hair. I covered every millimeter of his balls with my tongue and gently massaged and sucked his family jewels clean as Larry squirmed and moaned above me, smashing his butt against my face.
Slowly, he lifted up and I reluctantly let him pull his balls from my mouth. He looked down at me, his face flush, his chest covered in sweat, his eyes burning with lust, his mouth partially open panting. His angry throbbing red dick approached my mouth and slowly slid between my lips replacing his balls with his throbbing cock. With just the helmut inside my mouth, he thrust back and forth just an inch, massaging his tip with my tongue, then slowly began adding the length, a quarter inch at a time.
I slowly felt his dick travel to the back of my throat. I was massaging it with my cheeks and my tongue as it traveled slowly to the back of my mouth toward my throat with every thrust. Looking up, I could see his perfect butt cheeks clenching repeatedly with each thrust inches above my face.
Soon his thrusting cockhead hit the back of my mouth repeatedly urging entrance to my throat. He grabbed my head, clenched his butt cheeks, and slowly pushed into my throat. It was an incredible feeling of intensity as he broke through the barrier and entered my throat. He pulled slightly out of my throat, and then pushed back in. Back and forth, repeatedly, he massaged his dick with the opening of my throat rapidly rabbit fucking his dick.
It became hard to breath, and as my oxygen grew less, my hands trying to push his tree trunk thighs becamse stronger and stronger. I heard him laughing above me, saying, "Getting hard to breathe?" He pushed his dick all the way in, my lips buried in his blonde pubic hair bush. He rabbit thrust a few times, then withdrew his dick from my throat. A long rope of spit formed an arc from his dick to my throat as he slowly pulled away. His face was a mask of lust, desire and horniness. "Catch your breath quickly, I need to cum!", he said.
I was gasping for breath, feeling the light headedness finally leaving, but wanting to taste his spermies. I saw his crotch approaching my face and expertly swallowed his sword to the hilt as his pushed into my mouth. His balls rested on my eyes and noste and he went quickly back in forth in the back of my throat. Soon, he pushed into my throat entirely, his balls began to contract on my face, and pulse after pulse of his jism went straight down my throat. After 6 volleys, he pulled halfway back so the next 3 went on my tongue and I tasted the sweetest cum I've ever tasted in my life.
He evntually pulled out of my mouth, then drew lines on my face with the drool and cum on his dick. He coated my eye lids with this spit cum mixture and laughed as I tightly closed my eyes so they wouldn't burn from the mixture. Giggling, he threw his lime green boxer briefs onto my face and said, "Clean yourself up and get out of here! I won the bet, you paid off, and now I need a nap!" I quickly cleaned my face off, threw my clothes on, and quickly went out to my bike as Larry climbed in bed and flicked the lights off. I rode home, thinking...what the hell is going on? Is this the life I want???