The Joys of Oral Sex By Storyguy22
Fiction. High school juniors discover the joys of gay oral sex.
In retrospect, I think my interest in cock had its roots, forgive the pun, from the day my friend Matt and I drove to his house after our swim team practice. As the practice drew to a close the coach had announced some sort of plumbing issue in the boy's locker room meant that no showers could be taken at the school that day. Given that the high school pool is ultra-heavy on chlorine an after practice shower was more of a requirement than an option, and when Matt offered me a ride and a hot shower at his house before tackling the team homework assignment we had to do, I was all in.
We gathered up our stuff from the locker room, and still wearing the skimpy Speedo swim gear we swam in, we walked out to Matt's car. Now, I was already fully aware of Matt's attractiveness, and when I dared to let myself think about it I had to admit that on more than one occasion I had wondered what it might be like to indulge in a bit of sex play with him even though the idea that I might have some gay leanings always scared me away from the thoughts. Besides, at that point in my sixteen years of living the only real sexual outlet I had managed for my constant horniness was pretty much my right hand. Anyway, sitting alongside him in his car my mind began to go in that direction as I casually admired his very scantily clad body, especially the highly interesting bulges at the crotch of that tiny Speedo.
He was definitely a real looker, the shock of thick sandy colored hair in disarray from the recent swimming. His face was youthful, and his jaw had a chiseled look to it as it ran down to his cute chin. His eyes I couldn't see from my angle, but I was very aware of their haunting shade of deep blue that always turned me on whenever he fixed them on me. He was well tanned from all our time around the pool, and he had that typical swimmer body, firm and smooth with great muscle definition. His waist was narrow and his stomach flat and firm and his legs were smooth and strong. But the thing currently drawing my real focus was his bulging package that filled the small Speedo to the max. I had seen his cock several times in the showers and locker room, but had never seen it hard or had the opportunity to inspect it anywhere near the way I longed to do. Judging from its flaccid appearance I was willing to bet the farm it would be a truly impressive unit when fully erect, and it never failed to give me an erection of my own whenever I visualized it rigid and pulsing as it pointed at the sky with his nice plump sac of balls dangling below. I sensed my mouth flooded with saliva as I continued to check him out as he drove, and I swallowed as I speculated how that hard young cock would feel in my mouth, and what his semen might taste like as I happily swallowed it as easily as I had just gulped down the saliva.
While I had been enjoying my fantasies regarding Matt for some time, they had recently become much more frequent, and I had even tried to screw up the courage to let him know my feelings, but so far I had always chickened out from my concern that my coming on to him might freak him out to the point of ruining our friendship. I was pretty sure Matt hadn't had much more sexual experience than me, and I knew he was always bitching about being so horny all the time, but I just wasn't sure how he might react should I suggest we help each other out with our tension problems. It wasn't that I expected him to reciprocate any sex act I might offer him, I was fairly certain he wouldn't be interested in that and that would be all good with me. What I really wanted was to touch him and taste him all over and bring him the pleasures he so needed. That alone would be amazingly satisfying to my own pleasure.
Matt swung into his driveway and steered us beyond the main house to the detached carriage house at the rear of the property. His "room" was actually a small apartment that sat atop the large carriage house, and after parking we clamored up the outside stairs leading to the front door. Matt unlocked, and we moved inside going directly back to the bedroom space where Matt dug around in a linen closet for towels, one of which he tossed to me as he headed into the bathroom telling me to hang loose while he showed off the powerful chlorine from the pool. I flopped down onto his bed and fired up the television and waited. A few minutes later Matt returned, his hair hanging damply on his forehead and his towel wrapped around his narrow waist. He paused to check out the television and I seized the moment to scope out the enticing bulges behind his towel, and my mouth filled with drool once more. Jeez, I thought, so close and yet so far! He fixed those azure eyes on me, and nodded in the direction of the bath as he told me it was my turn, so I got up and headed off to shower.
I enjoyed the hot shower, my soapy hands roaming over my naked body and stiff cock as I imagined Matt in this same space all naked, and I wished that it was his lithe body I was soaping up. I was tempted to go ahead and toss a load, God knows I needed to, but I was ever hopeful of the possibility that an opportunity to suggest to Matt that he let me play with him might present itself, and I wanted to keep my edge. I endured a blast of cold water to calm my excitement and when I cock was under control I got out and tied the towel around my waist as he had, and walked back into the bedroom.
Matt was stretched out on his bed, still in just the towel, with a pillow behind his back watching television. He glanced at me, and I caught him moving his eyes over my body as he smiled at me, and patted the mattress to indicate I should join him, so I did. Once settled beside him we chatted and halfway watched the TV as I resumed my visual stalking of his hot body, in particular the thick lump of his package under the towel. It was a kind of sweet torture for me as I loved the idea that he was so close to naked that close to me while at the same time being untouchable. We talked some about our school project and how to go about it, and that led to some discussion of the current school rumor mill. Matt filled me in on a recent rumor I hadn't heard about a girl in our English class who was rumored to be an easy touch for a blow job and several of our mutual buddies had reportedly availed themselves of the opportunity. That tale for some strange reason seemed to me a golden opportunity of my own, and without really thinking about it much, I kind of blurted,
"Man, that sounds really hot...has anybody ever sucked you off, Matt?"
He snorted loudly, and replied,
"Yea, right...in my freaking dreams it happens all the time."
I chuckled, nervous as hell now that I had broached the topic, and I added,
"No, Dude, I'm serious here...nobody has ever sucked your cock?"
He rolled those stunning eyes at me, and said,
"Fuck no, Dude...who would suck me off...?...definitely not the fair Julie...shit, I barely even get her to make out with no real touching!"
Inhaling a deep breath and holding it in my lungs, I decided in for a penny, in for a pound, and I all but whispered,
"I would if you let me...suck you off, I mean."
He looked at me again, his face expressing doubt that he had heard me right, and then his thick eyebrows knitted up as he said quietly,
"Not funny, Dude...no uber-horny sixteen year old dude likes to be teased...especially not about something so heavy as a blow job...besides, what if I took you up on the offer...what would you do then smart-ass?"
Looking directly into those killer eyes, I smiled and with a small shrug, answered,
"I'd just do it is all...I'd just suck your dick and get you off."
He just looked at me for along minute as my pulse soared, and then a sly smile painted over his lush mouth, and he asked me,
"Jesus, man...what the fuck...you gone gay on me, or what?"
I shrugged again, relieved that he so far hadn't punched me out or told me to get out, and I answered honestly,
"I don't think I'm gay...but maybe I guess, cause I am like dead serious here, Matt...I really want to suck you off...have for a while, actually...gay or whatever...nobody needs to ever know about it, you know, and you wouldn't have to do anything back...just kick back and enjoy."
Still looking at me incredulously, he smiled again, and then said,
"You're really serious, huh...?...wow...I never even thought about it that way...but shit, Dude...if it makes you happy to blow me, fucking go for it!"
With that he dropped his arms at his sides, and moved his legs further apart and kind of lifted his hips as though opening himself up to me, so I moved my trembling hand toward that delicious looking bulge under his towel. I shuddered strongly when my hand closed around the thick tube of his cock and gently squeezed it, and I actually jumped when Matt let out a groan, but I quickly gained some courage and began enthusiastically exploring his stuff as it rapidly stiffened and grew in my grasp. I was amazed at how big it felt, thick and long as it gorged with blood, and I was suddenly obsessed with seeing him naked that way, so I grabbed the towel, and flung it aside.
OH...MY...GOD! It was...he was...beautiful...absolutely beautiful! His lean body was smooth as glass, marred only by a small and obviously closely trimmed thatch of blond pubic hair at the very root of his cock. His scrotum was impressively plump and shaved clean as a whistle, and his heavy balls filled it nicely as it hung between his spread thighs, and my mouth flooded once more. I picked up the now rigid stalk, and lifted it off his groin, and the scent of it flooded my senses until I felt dizzy as I slid lower on the bed, and extended my tongue to swipe at the wide knob at the tip of it. He flinched and groaned as I licked all over the head of his amazing cock and moved my hand up to gently fondle his balls. I licked all the way down the bottom of it, and then lapped at his balls before licking back up to the tip. I was drooling like crazy, my heart hammering in my chest, and in the next second my wildest dream came true as I slowly slid the entire shaft inside my warm, wet mouth.
I felt him move above me as I began bobbing my head to suck him, and I rolled my eyes up to meet his stunned gaze as he looked down on me, his thick cock fully inside my mouth.
"Holy shit...fuck...Dude, that feels...fucking amazing!"
"Hm-hum," I mumbled, my senses afire with lust as I eagerly found a rhythm and sucked him in earnest, my flowing saliva streaming down his wide shaft to soak his balls. I heard the obscene slurping sounds I was making, and I almost giggled as I realized that I had finally become a genuine cocksucker, and I totally loved it too! Matt didn't actually seem to hate it either as his hips began bucking in sync with my sucking rhythm and I rolled and tugged his full balls as I slurped his rock hard cock with abandon. I let my fingers trail behind his balls and slip into his warm ass crease, and when I slid a fingertip over his tiny pucker he groaned loudly and thrust his ass upward. Up and down I went, my drool everywhere as I alternated sucking him and trying to swallow his balls as I probed his sensitive rosebud with a fingertip, and a matter of minutes it all got to be too much for poor Matt. His fingers suddenly threaded into my hair as his hips rose sharply, and I felt his thick shaft swell in my sucking mouth, and I got ready for the blast I knew was coming. As if on cue, Matt groaned again, and almost yelled his intention to cum, and a split second later he erupted, thick spurts of warm and salty tasting cum jetting repeatedly into my waiting mouth.
Surprised at the incredible volume of his ejaculate, I gagged briefly before realizing that I needed to continuously swallow the tasty stuff in order to allow sufficient space for the next offering, and then I just easily gulped down his copious ejaculate. Finally, his powerful spurts slowed and became gentle spasms accompanied by weaker dribbles of slippery semen, and then he was drained, and sated. His whole body seemed to just melt as he sagged on the bed panting loudly, his chest rising and falling as he gulped in air. I let his now wilted cock slip from my mouth and I held it gently, swiping my tongue over the sticky tip of it as I savored the sweet aftertaste of his cum as I gazed happily up into his eyes. He grinned like a kid on Christmas morning, shook his head on the pillow, and said,
"My God, Dude...holy shit...that was unbelievable...totally fucking awesome..You are freaking amazing!"
I grinned at him as I wiped the head of his cock over my face, and then I planted a wet kiss right on the wide knob, and told him,
"Awesome, indeed...and you're fucking cum taste delicious, too...you get ready to go again, just say the word!"
He chuckled weakly, and replied,
"Okay...THE WORD!"
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