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"Steven..." Keith's voice half woke me up. I rolled over and hit my head on something hard and cold. I was shivering. My hands reached out as goose bumps formed along my skin, I grasped for Keith but couldn't find him. I heard the creak of my bed and opened my eyes but couldn't see anything in the darkness.
"Keith?" I cried out weakly, scared that the past week was just a dream.
Suddenly, I was being lifted up, carried to a warm heaven by an angel. "Steven, you're shivering."
I moaned incoherently pressing my head into a massive bicep. Gently the angel lowered me on to the bed. In one strong motion he pulled the fallen sheets and comforter back onto the bed and set about wrapping them around me. Tucking me into bed next to him. He bent down and kissed me on the cheek, then snuggled up closer to me. I don't think I ever really woke up, but if I did I was back asleep in seconds. I had never felt safer or more peaceful in my whole life.
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I woke up the next day a little past seven. I was always an early riser. Keith on the other hand is one of those guys that can sleep till three in the afternoon and never know it. He was snoring slightly still as I climbed out of bed. His chin was starting to grow some blonde coarse stubble. It made him look older, but in a good way. I kissed him on the cheek and jumped in the shower, wondering how Keith would look like when he was older. And more importantly, would I still get to see him sleeping like that when he does get older.
Breakfast was blueberry muffins and migas (eggs and corn tortillas). The smell of the cooking woke up the great beast in my bed. I hoped he remembered the plan we had made last night and didn't come waltzing into the kitchen looking for food. I packed two lunches. My father was already at work, my mother still asleep when Keith knocked on the door.
I opened it and smiled as he walked in, he had used my shower and smelled of my shampoo. His blonde hair was still a little wet, it was growing longer into these unkempt, but sexy curls. He stepped in and kissed me on the cheek.
"Good morning Steven, I thought you might like a ride to school, mmm... it sure smells good in here."
"Go sit at the table, I'll fix you a plate," he started moving his massive frame to the table when I demanded he recite the Pythagorean theorem.
"A squared plus B squared equals C squared for any right triangle." I kissed him on his cheek as I handed him a plate and a fork. We reviewed a few more things while we ate and then headed off to class.
I climbed into his big red truck, feeling lost in the behemoth of a vehicle.
"Damn your breakfast was good Steven."
"Thank you," I said blushing.
"I am a little pissed you didn't wake me up when you got in the shower. Its been almost twelve hours since we had sex and I don't think I'll be able to concentrate on my geometry test if I'm too horny."
He gave me that stupid grin of his, the one that made my heart skip a beat and the sound of angel trumpets echo around us. "Well, you really need to make a good grade on that test today, so I guess we should pull over so I can get rid of your horniness." As I spoke a pulled up the armrest separating us and let my hand rest in his crotch.
He was already hard, no surprise there. He glanced at me one more time out of the corner of his eye and gave me that stupid grin of his. As I bent down I know that every on coming car could tell exactly what was going on from that shit-eating grin of his.
I pulled off, not without difficulty, his gold belt buckle and undid his belt. Then unzipped his tight blue jeans. I tugged at his underwear but couldn't really pull them or his jeans down. His cock was clearly outlined and straining for release but I couldn't free the monster. Frustrated I settled for licking the base through the cotton material.
"Fuck, Steven, let me pull over first."
I continued to suck on his cock through his jeans, careful not to leave them too wet. He managed to pull into the parking lot of a closed restaurant and pack behind the building. Then he pulled down his jeans and boxer briefs in a flash. The big cock head hit my on the nose and I giggled at the big drop of precum it left there. I took in a deep breath and repositioned myself over the phallus before dropping down and taking it all in one big swoop.
"JESUS" Keith whispered as my nose got buried in his pubic hair. He smelled of soap but his cock tasted of him, manly, musky, the precum salty and warm, the whole thing huge in my throat. I resisted the urge to gag, I was getting better at keeping him in my mouth. As a came up I imagined his cock was a straw and sucked with all of my might to get at the milkshake inside.
"Aw, fuck, Steven. I ain't gonna last with you pulling that shit."
I didn't listen and went down on him again, all the way to the base. This time as I came up, sucking again with all my might I had my hand follow my lips up from his cock base to the head. I breathed in with his cock head still between my lips and gave it a little nibble around the flare and a quick lick into the cock head for more precum. I glanced up to see his eyes rolled in the back of his head.
"Dive" I told myself, and down I went sucking as I went down and back up.
"Fuck, Steven, faster."
Unable to ignore a direct order, I began to suck faster going up and down rapidly. His hand found my head but just rested there. He was too far gone to even know when to pull me up or push me back down. My hands lightly squeezed his balls and it was like I had turned on a water fountain. His cock grew an inch bigger in all dimensions and he began to fire this plasma cannon of burning hot milkshake into my mouth. I pulled out halfway, keeping my hands around his cock and aiming his spunk onto my tongue. Savoring its sweet, tangyness.
"Shit, goddamn, fffuck, Steven," Keith shouted. Despite our romp yesterday he still had an impressive orgasm. Six really good powerful shots, and a few more dribbly ones. When I was positive he was done, I sucked my way off his cock squeezing out a tiny drop of cum along the way. He pulled a lever and his seat went totally down, almost flat. I licked my lips savoring his nectar as he reached out and weakly pulled me towards him. I cuddled up on his chest and he bent down and kissed my forehead. We both drew a deep breath and let it out slowly. We stayed like that for a few minutes, both to tired and happy to move. "It's your turn now," he said, reaching down to grab my cock through my pants. I giggled and kissed him, before starting to climb off of him. I noticed the clock as a moved over. "We can save me for another time," school starts in five minutes and I really don't want to miss English, and you can't get detention and miss practice." He groaned loudly, and fixed his seat, "all right, you party pooper," he turned on the engine and drove off. "So why don't you want to miss English." "It's my favorite class, um, Keith, you might want to put your um thing away now." "Put my what away," he asked with his stupid grin again. "Your, you know." "What's it called," he looked at me with a smile as I started to blush. "Your penis, put it away," "A penis is what you see in science books, now what is this called, come on there's plenty of names for it." "Put your COCK away!" I said, laughing uncontrollably now. He stopped at a red light and stuffed his cock back into his jeans. "Your too cute," he said as he pulled into the school. As he parked his truck there was another slight moment of awkwardness. We couldn't kiss or hug, because there were too many kids around, but we both wanted to be closer to each other.
"Hey, um, there is a game on Saturday, tomorrow. That means I have to stay at practice a lot later, but um, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go see a movie or go do something tonight. I'd be done with practice at seven."
"Are you asking me out on a date?"
"Well, if the boot fits."
I laughed at the idiom. "I'd love too."
His face lit up like the fourth of July, he reached out and gave my hand a squeeze and then winked at me with those impossibly green eyes. I climbed out of his truck in a daze. We walked into school and as we left he said, "I'll see you in geometry," I turned to nod at him and he gave me another wink, his green eyes shining bright. No one else saw the wink, at least, I thought no one else saw it...
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