The following erotica story is completely fictional. Any resemblance to any person is purely coincidental. The story contains graphic depictions of boys under the age of eighteen engaging in sexual activities. Enjoy!
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The silence that rested peacefully was broken by an abrupt rapping on on my bedroom door. My eyes opened slowly. My mind was overwhelmed by the color blue. I squinted, trying to make sense of this. As my being rose out of slumber, I realized I had my blanket up over my head. My eyes began to close again.
Again, the rapping. This time more pronounced.
"Honey. Come on, now. It's past ten," came my mother's voice, creaking my door open slightly. She rattled keys. "I need you to take the car into the shop. It's due for a tune-up. Come on, Chase, get up."
I heard the plunk of the keys as mom set them on my dresser. The room was again engulfed in silence. My eyes opened slowly. I pulled the light blanket off my head. I stretched my 5'10" slender body, raising my arms to the headboard. I rolled onto my back, tenting my blanket. Morning wood.
I tossed the blanket to the side. My dick stood rigidly 6" toward the ceiling of my room. I reached down and ran my hand over the shaft, scratching my ballsac and bush of brown pubes. I kicked my feet over the bed, and stumbled to the bathroom. Standing awkwardly in front of the toilet, I released a cascade of yellowish fluid.
Moving to the sink, I rinsed my eyes with water. Grabbing the toothbrush and paste, I went about my morning ritual. I turned to one side and looked at myself in the full-length mirror which hung on the back of the bathroom door. My member was softening.
I was pretty happy with my body. For a boy about to be a junior in high school, I didn't look too bad. I stand about 5'10" and weigh 137. I have light brown, medium length hair and hazel eyes. My dick is just at 6".
My balls hang down heavily 3.5". I keep my bush trimmed. A little hair is growing in my pits. I keep that hair trimmed also.
I guess you could say that I am gay. Or at least bi. I never really had sex yet, although there are a number of boys in my classes I would gladly mess around with! I have always kept an eye out for the opportunity, but I'm not really sure what it would look like when it did show up! The sum of my homosexual experience, therefore, has been while sitting in front of my computer with my fist wrapped around my rod. I jack-off everyday; sometimes more, sometimes less. I include anal stimulation using my fingers or whatever I find (marker, carrot, brush handle, etc).
No one knows I am gay. I think a few people at school are suspicious, but I do my best to keep it secret because I am not sure how it would be received. My oldest brother does know, however. He walked in on me when I was fourteen sitting in front of the computer, fully naked, marker in my ass, boy-porn on the screen. He turned out to be very accepting, very gentle about it. He never judged or ridiculed me. In fact, when I was fifteen, he agreed to buy me a dildo; you know the kind that actually looks like a dick. (It is six inches in length and four inches in circumference.) I use that now when I fap. Dalton, my oldest brother, he's since gone off to college.
I spit the toothpaste into the sink. Returning to my bedroom, I dressed in shorts and a t-shirt. It's been a hot summer in Wichita so I have been skipping the extra layer of clothing and going commando. I slipped on some sandals and grabbed my mother's keys.
Ever since I turned 16, my mom 'allows' me to drive the car, usually running an errand for her. I play the game. It gets me the car when I want to go out, or meet up with friends. It's an older car, but it runs well enough. We can't afford to replace it ever since my dad left last year. So now it's just me, mom and my little brother, Kendall (he's only eleven).
"Good morning, dear," my mom said in a sing-song tone no one wants to hear the first thing in the morning. "The car was rumbling a little when I came home yesterday. Take it over to Joe's shop and see what he can do."
She handed me her credit card. Joe allows me to sign on it. He's pretty cool. His dad opened the shop twenty years ago. Now he runs it. His son, Jayson, helps out. I know Jayson because he was in my math class last year. He was in it as a remedial class. He just graduated, I think.
Maybe he decided to drop out.
"Can I go to the mall afterward?" I asked.
"That's fine," my mom said. "But, I need you back here by three. I have to go in tonight."
"I'm sorry you have to work so hard," I said. "If you let me get a job ..."
"We've discussed that already," she snapped. "You are staying in school.
There's nothing out there for a person with no education. We'll be fine."
I swallowed the last bit of orange juice. Ugh, I hate the taste of orange juice after brushing my teeth. I walked past the living room. Kendall was watching Saturday morning cartoons. How awesome it must be not to be aware of the dire life with which our dad has left us. I made my way to the car.
Turning the key, it seemed to start fine. It did rumble a bit. I gassed it. It returned to near-normal idle. I made my way down the street, driving the two miles to the shop. The day was getting hotter as the sun rose. Our car didn't have air conditioner. I rolled down the window, turned on the fan. Warm air blew over me.
Arriving at my destination, I pulled the car into the parking lot. Except for the one open bay door (there were five bays) and a cock-eyed sign on the front door a person would not be sure if the business was open. I pulled the car to the one open bay.
Turning off the car, I headed for the office. A soft bell tingle reverberated in the empty office. I looked around for anyone. The hum of an air conditioner droned silently. I called out to get someone's attention. Nothing. I called out again.
"Oh, hey," said Jayson, coming out of the inner office. "We're usually so slow on Saturdays, I don't expect anyone coming in. Sorry."
"No worries," I said.
"What's up?"
"Mom wanted me to bring the car in. She said it was running hard."
"Well," Jayson said, "go ahead and pull it on into the bay. Let's have a look."
I returned to the car and pulled it slowly forward. Before I had the engine off, Jayson had the hood up. I came around and stood on the side of the car watching him diagnose the problem. Jayson was eighteen. He looked to be about my height and weight. He had brown hair that hung over his ears and to his neck. He wore a dark green shirt that he buttoned halfway up and matching pants. He was a bit dirty, his hands and arms smudged with grease. Overall, however, he actually did not look like the stereotypical 'grease-monkey.'
As he leaned over the engine, I took the opportunity to look down his shirt. I could see his hairless chest and toned abs. He was fairly muscular. He was a really good-looking young man. As I watched him, my mind began to entertain lustful thoughts. My heart beat wildly in my chest. He caught me staring.
"Well," he said. "Looks like a tune-up will fix the problem."
"Great," I replied. "It would be good for me to learn a little about cars.
You mind if I watch you?"
"You going to watch me work, or watch me?" he asked, smiling at me.
Caught. I smiled at him weakly. My mind quickly sought an answer, an excuse. But then, I decided since I was this far along, I might as well see where it leads. I have been getting off for the past year with a dildo. I really wanted to know what the real thing felt like. I decided to test the waters. What could it hurt?
"You, of course," I flirted.
He smiled at me, looking me over. He said I could watch, and asked me to stand to one side. He retrieved tools and parts to do the job. About five minutes into the work, he stepped back from the car and unbuttoned his shirt.
"You don't mind do you?" he asked, hanging his shirt on some machine.
As he continued to work, my eyes were glued to his firm, hairless chest.
He did have tufts of hair jutting out from his pits. His pants hung loosely at his waist, given me view of the top of his ass cheeks and the band of his red boxers. His nipples were the size a little bigger than nickels. He didn't have a six-pack, but he was tone!
"There you go," he said, slamming the hood down after about thirty minutes, wiping his greasy hands on his pants.
I followed him into the office where he wrote out the bill. I handed him the credit card. He returned the card and a receipt, thanking me for the business. I turned as was about to leave, a little disheartened that nothing really developed between us.
"Hey ..." he stammered, "would you ... I dunno ... like ... what you said ... I was wondering."
"What?" I asked, turning to him.
"You got to be anywhere?"
"No. Not really," my heart quickened.
"You wanna ..."
"Yes, I would," I said courageously, swallowing hard.
Jayson smiled at me broadly. He went to the bay and pulled the door down.
Coming back into the office, he turned the sign on the door, locking it.
He came back to me, leading me to the back office. There was only a desk and chair in the room. He closed the door behind us.
"I know you from math, don't I?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said. "Ms. Jackson's class."
"I thought you looked familiar. So, you're ..."
"Chase," I said.
"Oh, okay. Yeah, right."
"And you're Jayson."
"Wow," he said. "You know me."
"Of course," I said. "I remember you. You were having a lot of trouble in math. I really would have liked tutor you. But Amanda volunteered first."
"She did a good job!" Jayson said. "I graduated." Pause. "So what then, you're like ..."
"Sixteen," I said.
"And, you're gay?" he asked.
"I like boys. Never acted on it. But I want to."
"Sweet," Jayson said.
"Do you like boys?" I asked.
"And girls," he said promptly. "I guess I'm bi-sexual. Haven't really settled into either. I like both. Especially ... hot boys like you."
"Nice," I said, blushing.
"So," Jayson said. "I'll be your first?"
I nodded my head. He approached me, putting his hands on my waist. He assured me that he would be gentle. He then leaned in and kissed me. I wanted to experience every bit of the moment. I pressed back against his lips. My hands ran over his bare back, tracing the muscles. Our lips opened, tongues wrestling.
"Let's get naked," he said, breaking our kiss.
I stood back and watched as his unbuttoned his pants, letting the zipper down. He kicked off his shoes. In one sweep, he pushed his pants and boxers down to his ankles, stepping out of them. Standing in front of me naked, I was overcome. He was beautiful. He smiled at me. My eyes took in every inch of his nakedness. His dick stood rigid, horizontal to the ground, about 7". His ballsac hung low. A nice bush of hair topped his beautiful dick. He prompted me to get naked.
I stood there, my eyes beckoning him to undress me. He moved forward and lifted my t-shirt over my head. He leaned in a sucked on my hardening nipples. Lowering himself, his tongue swirled in my bellybutton. His hands ran over my hips and then around to my ass. He was now on his knees in front of me. He tugged on my shorts, pulling them down my legs. My dick sprang forward, straining six inches upward.
"No underwear?" he asked. "Nice."
Jayson leaned forward and licked the head of my dick. The feeling of his tongue on my member was better than anything I could have imagined. My mind, my soul, took in each moment of the experience. Jayson's hands caressed my ass, my dick disappeared into his mouth. My body quivered, trying to understand the ecstasy that it had never before known.
Jayson bobbed his head forward and back, working his tongue around my rod.
No video on the internet could ever replace the feeling this moment was delivering. I ran my hands in his soft hair as he continued to suck on my dick. Before long, almost instinctual, my hips began to pivot forward and back to match the rhythm of my lover. The intensity I had only known through self-stimulation was building in my body.
My hips were now thrusting. My rational mind gave way to animal lust. I held his head firmly, my dick slamming in and out of his mouth. He took my entire 6" each time my bush pushed against his nose.
"I'm ... oh, shit ... Jayson ... unnnggh ..." I gasped.
Jayson, gripping my young ass firmly, pulled my hips forward. My dick exploded, shooting several wads of nut into his mouth. He swallowed all I offered him. I nearly collapsed, my knees weak from the intensity of the moment. His hands massaged my ass, as my dick quivered a few more times.
"You got some nice tasting nut," Jayson complimented, pulling away from my still rigid dick.
As he stood, I could see his seven inch rod leaking cum. He went over to the desk and opened the bottom drawer. He took out a jar of lube. He smiled at me, explaining that he got in at least one fap every Saturday because it was so slow. I moved to him, a bit nervous, a bit excited. I removed the lid and scooped out a nice glob. I reached down, liberally greasing his pole. Our lips locked.
I moved over to the desk. I placed my hands on the desktop, spreading my legs a little, bending forward slightly. Jayson moved behind me. I felt his dick poke at the back of my ballsac and then move along my crack. He pressed it a little against my hole. There was some resistance. I widened my stance a bit. Jayson pushed a little more. I prepared myself to receive his rod (having practiced many times with the dildo).
A flash of light went off in my mind as Jayson's dick pushed through and entered my boy pussy. He held still, allowing me a moment to get used to his girth (which was slightly more than what I was used to with my dildo).
"Just relax," he whispered.
I nodded, prompting him to keep going. Jayson slowly inched his dick deeper and deeper into my ass. He would push it in a little, and then pull it back a bit. Push it in a bit more, and pull it a bit back. He continued in this way until I felt his pubes tickling my ass cheeks. He held still, my ass firmly embracing his love. My sensitivity was high. I could feel every inch of his dick, the shape of his mushroom head, deep inside me.
Jayson placed his hands on my hips, pulling his dick back several inches, letting it slide all the way back in. He definitely took his time, gently proceeding so that I could enjoy the moment as much as he was. Honestly, I was loving it. I looked down at my own dick which was now rigid, leaking cum.
In, out ... slowly.
Forward, back ... gently.
My breathing deepened, my heart beat wildly. My boy cunt was electric, sending passionate sensations throughout my body. With each inward thrust, I raised my ass, wanting every inch of his dick inside me. His rhythm was slow, loving. His arms wrapped around my torso. His hands ran over my hairless chest and tummy, gripping my rigid pole. Fondling my ballsac, he kissed my neck.
In, out ... slowly.
In, out ... gently.
I had always thought the the actors in the porn films I would fap to were just creating the sound effects of moaning and such. Perhaps they were.
But, as Jayson worked his rod in my ass, given attention to my entire being, I heard myself responding the same as the actors.
"Uhhh ... ohhh ... yesssss," I moaned, truly loving the feeling of this moment.
Jayson moved his right hand to my shoulder, his hips now pistoning his dick a bit faster in and out of my tight hole. Small beads of sweat trickled down the sides of my face. My body rocked as Jayson pushed forward, pulled back. My ass raised higher, my legs wider. His rhythm increased some more.
"Oh, shit," Jayson moaned. "Your ass is so fucking hot! You're so fucking hot!"
"Fuck me," I moaned, intoxicated, lost in the moment. "Fuck me."
Now he was slamming his seven inch rod deep into my young ass. Both his hands were on my hips again, firmly holding onto me. I could here the slurping sounds of his dick sliding in and out of my hole. All my attention was focused on the fire that was burning in my ass, the friction of our love-making.
Jayson slammed his dick violently forward. He held still as his member spasmed in my ass, dumping load after heavy load of nut deep in my boy cunt. What a feeling! I felt every hot drop of his seed as it spilled into my ass. My own dick unloaded a wad of cum onto the desktop. Jayson collapsed onto my back. His heart beating wildly in his chest.
He remained still for a moment. Sliding his still-hard rod form my ass, he turned me to himself. I sat on the desk as he moved between my legs, taking me into an embrace, our lips locking again. We spent the next moments truly experiencing the passions our bodies, our souls craved.
"I have not had anything like that in my life," Jayson said, breaking our kiss, looking into my heart.
"They say you never forget your first," I whispered. "I will never forget this."
"You say it," he said, kissing me between each word, "as if we were finished."
"Sweet," I winked at him.
"You're turn," he said, handing me the lube.
We switched positions. Jayson hopped onto the desk, leaning back, propped on his elbows. His pucker had a bit of hair growing around it. I smeared the lube on my dick and then moved to the side of the desk. My teenaged dick pressed against his hole. Because he had been fucked before, his ass accepted my six inches with more ease than mine had. I held myself still for a moment, relishing in the sensation of the warmth of his hole as it embraced my boyhood.
He rested his legs on my shoulders. I put my hands on his hips and began sliding my dick forward and back. He was able to position his legs so that I could lean forward and kiss him as my dick pivoted in and out of his hole. His hands caressed the sides of my face, running his fingers through my hair. He watched me lovingly.
"You're so beautiful," he told me. "Why didn't we know each other better in high school?"
I smiled back at him. My concentration was, however, on his sweet ass.
The clock ticked away a little more than ten minutes. I was now slamming my dick into his ass. He was moaning, breathing heavily; as was I. I could hardly hold back. I pushed forward with everything I had, sending a wad of cum into his hole. My dick jerked a few more times. I pulled my member from his ass, some of my nut leaked out of his hole. Reaching out, I scooped it with a finger and brought it to my mouth.
Jayson leaned forward, sitting on the desk. He pulled me to himself. I didn't want this to end. Our dicks, still rigid, pressed against each other. Not breaking the hug, I moved Jayson so that he was sitting in the chair. His dick pointing straight at the ceiling, begging for more attention. I moved forward, straddling his legs. Reaching under me, I took his dick and positioned it against my boy cunt. Jayson spread my ass cheeks slightly. I pushed down on his dick, the head swallowed by my hole.
Slowly, I sat down, his seven inches disappeared into my tight ass.
We were face to face. I leaned in and began passionately kissing this eighteen-year-old Adonis. We were separated by two years, but we were united in this experience of passion. I lifted and lowered myself onto his rod. His hands were on my hips helping me with this. My hands ran through his hair as I pushed my tongue deep into his mouth. Damn, I was drunk with the moment!
I leaned back and placed my hands on his knees. He ran his hands over my firm, hairless chest. He began pumping his fist up and down the six inches of my dick. Holding tightly to his knees, I raised and lowered my ass on his love. We both moaned, gasped for air.
He stopped jerking my dick, and now was lifting and lowering my body. He then pulled me down onto his dick, sending it deep inside me. I leaned forward and kissed him lustfully, feeling his dick jerk and spasm, shooting several strings of his seed into my boy pussy.
We held each other. Our hearts beating together. Jayson looked at the clock. He looked at me, smiling. He leaned in and kissed me.
"We been at this for almost two hours," he said. "Best Saturday I've had here!"
I lifted myself off his now softening dick. His cum was trickling out of my ass. Jayson threw me a shop rag. I wiped the cum from my leg. He brought me into the bathroom and showed me how to expel the nut from my ass. We both cleaned up and dressed. He walked me to the car. Before he opened the bay door, he turned me to him.
"You got a little," he started, pointing to the smudges of grease on my face and arms (and elsewhere).
"I'll shower when I get home."
"Thank you," he said, kissing me deeply.
"No," I said. "Thank you!"
"I hope we see each other again," he whispered affectionately. "I really am going to want to see you again."
"You will," I said, kissing his beautiful lips.
I got into the car and drove home. I was spent and covered with splotches of grease and dirt. I couldn't go to the mall now even if I wanted. Once home, I gave mom the keys and receipt.
"What happened?" my mom asked. "You have smudges of grease all over you."
"Oh," I began, "Jayson allowed me to help out with the car."
"Was he able to take care of everything?" she asked.
"Trust me," I said, as I went into my room. "He did a great job! He took care of everything!"
(THE END)
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