Sir: I submit part 3 of The Randy Stories for inclusion in the Gay High School Section. Respectfully. Kyle
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2:00 Saturday found me pressing the doorbell at Randy's. I had a kit bag in my left hand. I was aware of a hyper reality, every sense was on high alert. I was fully into the moment, waiting for Randy to open the door. I knew when I stepped in I would never be the same again.
"Hey, right on time!" A shirtless Randy clad in silky running shorts and white socks answered the door.
"Come on in. Make yourself at home."
"Thanks. I'm a little overwhelmed at the moment. Can I have something to drink?"
We went to the kitchen where he poured glasses of fresh lemonade. It was delicious and I began to relax as he showed me around the ground floor.
"So let's go up to my room buddy!"
We ascended the curved staircase which lead to a spacious hallway. His room was at the far end, away from his parents room. We walked in and he tossed my kit bag on his big bed.
"Let's go to the TV room."
We backtracked down the hall and entered a door which disclosed a huge flatscreen hanging on the wall and several overstuffed chairs and couches in a semi circle.
"Wow! How big is that TV?"
"100 inches. Same as my cock!"
We both chuckled.
"Sit down on the couch." He pointed at a comfortable looking deep seated cozy divan.
I sank deep into the couch.
He came over with the remote. Turned on a channel with soft music. He sat down beside me and put the remote on a side table. I could smell him: manly and a touch of Polo Green. I inhaled as much as I could.
"You can set your lemonade on that table to your right. Put a coaster under it. Mom has a fit if you don't use a coaster."
"I like your shirt."
I was wearing my House of Blues tee shirt with the flaming heart. I loved that shirt. I had on cargo shorts too.
"I really like your shirt...but why don't we take it off?"
I stripped it immediately and tossed it on a nearby chair.
"I like your body. Trim, good definition. Not bulked up, but good looking."
He put his hand on my left nipple and kneaded it. I put my head down and moaned.
I bolted to my feet and he gave me a startled look.
I started taking off my cargo shorts.
"I want to be naked for you Randy! I want you to be able to see how hard you make me! I want your big hands on me!"
i tugged down my boxers as my cock flipped up to slap my belly.
"See! Every inch hard as steel and it's from being here with you, and no, I'm not ashamed to show you!"
He smiled at me.
"You really are a hot stud! Amanda doesn't know what she's missing! I like seeing you naked buddy! Come sit back down."
I slid in close to him. He turned his head and said:
"Raise both arms over your head and lock your fingers together."
I did as instructed. He reached up and grabbed my wrists and forced me backwards. Suddenly I was lying on my back and he was hovering over me locking my arms helplessly above my head. I liked it. I felt vulnerable and in his control.
From above me I heard his voice:
"I noticed you staring at my nipples on Wednesday. You looked as if you wanted to kiss them, maybe even suck `em a little. Feel Iike taking your chance now, see if ya like the taste? Maybe you'd like the creamy hot sexy feel of them in your mouth?"
His chest came closer to my face as he pressed his body into mine. The feel and smell of his masculinity was fucking my mind badly. All I knew was that I wanted to smell, feel, touch, lick. and kiss every part of his hard body I could reach.
As I stretched my neck up to kiss his right nipple, Rod Stewart began to sing "The Final Acclaim".
"I didn't know what day it was when you walked into the room I said hello unnoticed You said goodbye too soon"
The hard rubbery tip slid between my lips and I flicked my tongue over it. He rewarded me by pressing harder against my face as I began to suck the entirety of his rosette into my mouth. I nursed like a hungry puppy.
His nipple grew with my ministrations and hardened more. I kissed my way to his left pec and sought out the twin to my first mouthful. I lavished kisses and licks on it and then sucked hard as his sharp intakes of breath reassured me I was doing right.
I was enthralled at my first sexual submission to another teen. I wanted to stay right where I was, surrounded by tight chest muscles and spit-soaked nipples. My hard cock throbbed with painful intensity.
Rod sang on:
"Breezing through the clientele Spinning yarns that were so lyrical i really must confess right here The attraction was purely physical"
I was so busy kissing and licking his hard chest I didn't at first realize the moaning I heard was coming from me! Randy was moaning too, but his were short, deep moans of satisfaction. Mine were long plaintive moans of need, of hunger, of desperation.
"Getting used to using your mouth? Does it feel good to have your mouth on my body? Your cock is hard enough to break off buddy. Be careful!"
I was slobbering now, lapping at his hard chest with long swoops of my tongue and puckered kisses of my lips. If cocksucking was better than this I didn't know how I'd survive.
Randy lifted up off of me. I tried to follow but he held me down. I gazed up at him with my wet face shining in the dim light of the TV.
He stood up and shucked off the silky running shorts. Once again my eyes were filled with the stretched jock. I reached for it and tried to pull it down but he slapped my grasping hands away with a laugh. I slipped off the couch and knelt at his feet.
Rod's insistent voice:
"My love for you is immeasurable My respect for you immense You're ageless, timeless, grace and fineness You're beauty and elegance"
He stood there, a triumphant Alpha male, glorious in his beauty. I knelt there in rapture and in worship. I would suck for him. I would swallow for him. I dismissed my foolish fears that had kept me awake at night. I suddenly understood I was right where I wanted to be.
I leaned forward and licked his navel. He stood still. I dug deeper with my tongue tip. He stepped closer.
I started kissing the waistband of his bulging jock. He stood still.
The music played.
I lowered my lips to the cotton underneath the elastic waistband. He stood still.
I began to kiss the cotton. His right hand clasped the back of my neck.
I kissed more cotton, moving around the front of his jock. It stretched obscenely and I was in awe.
I kissed quicker now as his hand on my neck gently guided my head around the entire front of his jock. I could feel the heavy veined meat within.
I could trace the big cockhead with my tongue.
Music playing softly.
Randy's voice is low and smoky sounding now, quiet, calm:
"You did a fine job Wednesday, helping me dress out for practice. Would you like to assist after practice? I could really use your help. You'd have to peel my sweat--soaked kit off and then walk me into the shower and get the water going for me. Have to shampoo my hair, stuff like that.
And it would be cool if you toweled me dry, helped me put my clothes back on. Think you could manage that?"
I stopped kissing his jock and looked up at him:
"I'd love to help you in the locker room anytime Randy, before or after practice. I could even bring some big fluffy towels from home instead of those skimpy gym towels!"
I started licking each ridged ab. I pressed into his torso and laved unceasingly as his quiet voice spoke:
"Good. I'll count on you then."
"If I were to ask you, while you're kneeling in front of me, if I asked you to open your mouth, would you trust me enough to do it?"
My mouth popped open like a feeding bird and he patted my head.
"Do you want me Jay? Do you want to learn how to please me? Do you trust me enough to step over a line? Do you want to be my best friend, someone I can count on for anything?"
"Do you have a need, Jay, that you've never confessed? Tell me about it. I won't laugh at you or make fun of you. Tell me what you want buddy, you can trust me."
I kissed his navel and leaned back to gaze upward;
"I want you Randy. I want to be your best friend, and I'll prove it every day. I do trust you and I confess my need;"
"I need your body on mine. I need to worship your muscles, to kiss you and lick you and taste you. I need to have your scent clinging to me when I climb into my bed at home. I need to hear your voice in my dreams telling me what to do and how to do it."
"I need you to teach me to be your cocksucker. I need to go down on you while you're driving. I need to be in the school showers on my knees for you as the water cascades down. I need to suck your dick when you wake up hard in the mornings before school. I need to be throatfucked by you. I need to gag and choke while I'm sucking because I chose your cock over oxygen."
"I need your cum Randy. I need it squirting in my mouth as I suck. I need it in my face and gushing on my lips! I need to swallow whatever your balls produce."
"I need to eat your ass and your armpits. I need to lick your nuts for hours while you relax. I need to sleep with my head between your legs!
I need you Randy."
"Those are the needs that have my bones on fire, that have my skin burning, a painful yearning deep inside me. My needs can only be satisfied by you."
"Are you ready buddy? Are you sure? No doubts?"
"None! No doubts! I'm sure!"
"Then ask me Jay. Ask my permission."
I looked up past the jock, past the flat stomach, past the ridged abs, past the big buff chest. I locked onto his stare:
"Can I suck your dick? Will you make me your cocksucker?"
"Yeah Jay, I think it's time."
"You're a rhapsody, a comedy You're a symphony and a play You're every love song ever written But honey what do you see in me"
The music drifted on.