Straight High School Cock--Brady

The Quinn family lived in a small house, just outside the city limits. They had seven kids, ranging in age from 9 to 18. At 16, Brady Quinn was second from the oldest, and a junior. Brady moved into the district at the beginning of his junior year, and when it came time for soccer tryouts, his moves were impressive and he easily made the team. At 5” 5’, Brady was short, almost dangerously short, but he was fast. And because of his speed, Brady played midfielder wing, one of the fastest positions on the field. I was a senior, and the best forward on the team. Together, Brady and I scored many a goal for our team. One of the first thing most of us noticed about Brady was his attitude. He seemed to be angry; a lot. From the way that he talked to the short quick ways he moved, it seemed like Brady was pissed off all the time. Maybe it was because he had six brothers and sisters, because of his height, or because he didn’t have a lot of friends. Whatever the reasons, it definitely showed.

When we played away matches, all of us rode on the bus to and from the matches. It was an unspoken rule that the last three or four rows of seats at the back of the bus were for the “couples”; players and their girlfriends who had gone to the game with them. A lot of us had girlfriends, and usually the back rows were full. One day, after one of the matches on the bus ride home, my girlfriend Staci and I were sitting in the seat right in front of Brady and his girlfriend Ashley. It was just starting to get dark, so that naturally meant it was make-out time. After about thirty minutes of getting into it, I heard Ashley say something in the seat behind us. I couldn’t hear what she said, but a few minutes later she said it again. “I said no, Brady…,” Ashley said really low. Brady said something back to her, but his voice was low and muffled and I couldn’t make it out. Then Ashley spoke again. “Brady,” she said, this time a little louder, “I said I’m not gonna touch it!” I heard a long low sigh, likely coming from Brady, then the sound of more kissing. When we got to school and started unloading, I noticed that Brady and Ashley were the last ones to get off the bus. In addition to his normal scowl, Brady also looked very frustrated. Thinking about what I had heard on the bus, I looked at his crotch. From the bright lights of the parking lot, I saw what had to be the ending stages of a hard-on. Brady tried repositioning himself a couple of times, but each time he touched his crotch it just made it more prominent. “Fuck it,” I heard him finally say, as he walked around Ashley and headed to her car. “Interesting,” I thought to myself, “very interesting.”

On the return trip of our away match the following week, the same scenario played out. Staci and I were once again sitting in the seat in front of Brady and Ashley, and he once again tried to get Ashley to touch “it.” This time, Ashley’s “no,” was more firm and they spent the rest of the ride home in silence. But this time, once we got to school, Brady jumped up from his seat and was one of the first ones off the bus. I watched as Brady headed over to his truck, yanked open the door, got in, and slammed it hard. Tires screeched and exhaust smoke bellowed out of the tailpipe as Brady sped out of the parking lot. Ashley was quiet as she got off the bus, walked to her car alone, and slowly drove out of the lot. After I dropped Staci off at her house, I had a lot of thoughts running through my head. It had been a couple of months since I’d had a straight dude’s cock down my throat, and there were no potential candidates. Until now. Brady was definitely frustrated with Ashley for not jacking him off or doing whatever he had in mind. And to me, there was nothing better than a sexually frustrated straight high school dude. It was the perfect storm.

We didn’t have another away game for two more weeks, and Staci wasn’t able to go with me to this one. Whatever differences Brady and Ashley had, they seemed to have worked it out because she was on the bus to the match. I wanted to see what would happen on the ride home, so after the match I purposefully waited until Brady and Ashley boarded the bus, then jumped in behind them. There was one seat left in the “couples” section and they took it. I slowly walked down the aisle, looked around, and took the seat directly in front of them. “Perfect,” I thought to myself. True to form, the make out sessions in the back of the bus started as the sun began to go down. Also true to form, after about twenty minutes of kissing, Brady tried to get Ashley to do something she clearly had no intention of doing. “We talked about this Brady,” Ashley said in a low voice, “a lot.” “You promised me you wouldn’t try to do this again.” Brady said something, his voice lower than Ashley’s, and I couldn’t hear. Then I heard Ashley again. “Let go of my wrist, Brady,” she said sternly, “now!” Brady must have let go, because I head heavy movement behind me. Brady said something again, and this time I heard him. “Why you wanna be like that,” Brady said, “you know I got needs….I told you!” Almost instantly, Ashley answered back. “Then deal with them Brady,” she told him, “yourself!” I felt Ashley grab the back of my seat, pull herself up, and saw her walk down the aisle to the front of the bus. She sat in the empty seat behind the bus driver. As Ashley was walking down the aisle, I heard something hit the inside of the bus, directly behind me. Then I heard Brady. “Fuckin’ bitch,” he spat out, “f u c k n’ bitch.” The thoughts I had been having in my head the last few weeks were starting to form into a plan. I began to think that I had maybe found the source of Brady’s anger, and it was working right into my plan. And the time to execute the plan couldn’t have been better. It was now.

I got off the bus before Brady, and stopped just right of the door pretending to tie my shoe. Brady got off, and I watched him storm over to his truck. I walked quickly to follow him. “Damn,” I thought to myself, “how does he move so fast!” Brady got to his truck and was putting his gear bag in the bed. As luck would have it, I was parked directly in front of him. I walked by him, got to my car, and turned around. “Hey man,” I said, “that really blows…” “What!” Brady said angrily, not looking up as he reached for the door handle. “Ashley leavin’ you like that…,” I answered back. “What?!?” Brady asked again. Boldly, I put my plan into action. “Ashley not helping you out when you need it…leavin’ you hangin’ like that…,” I told him. Before Brady could give a comeback, I went on. “dude I’ll help you out if you want….” With his door halfway open, Brady stopped and looked at me. “What the hell you talkin’ ‘bout, Miller?,” he said, glaring at me. Although he was the fastest player on our team, Brady was clearly not the brightest. “What I’m talkin’ about, Quinn,” I went on, “is that I’ll help ya out if you need it…I’ll jack you’re dick for ya….hell I’ll even suck it…” Brady stood there glaring at me, then half-way grinned. “What you wanna suck my dick for, man?” he smirked. “Look,” I said to him, “us jock’s gotta stick together…an all I’m sayin’ is if you’re needin’ a favor, you’re needin’ help, I’ll help ya out…plain an simple.” Bart had taught me well. “I don’t need you to do me no favors, Miller,” Brady smirked again, “I get all the pussy I want…” “Yeah,” I said, staring back at him, “not from Ashley you don’t…” This threw him, and Brady was silent for a couple minutes as he looked down at the ground. “Yeah, well…,” he finally said, “she ain’t the only bitch out there…” “True,” I said to him, “but when you’re needin’ help now and you got a buddy that’s willing to help ya out….whatta you gonna do?….” Brady stood there for a few more minutes, his truck door still open, glaring at me. I could tell the wheels were turning in his head. Finally, Brady stepped back away from his door, slammed it, and began walking toward me. “Over there,” he said, nodding his head to the side of the school were the cafeteria was located. “And I ain’t doin’ shit to you….”

I followed Brady over to the side of the building, and he stopped and leaned up against the wall. That side of the building was hidden from the parking lot and the rest of the school. There was a row of trees behind us, and an open field beyond those. A security light on the corner of the building provided just the right amount of light. Before I could do anything, Brady glared at me, his nostrils slightly flared. “You say anything ‘bout this and you’re a dead man,” he said. “I got an older brother and he’s got friends…” “Chill man,” I began, “I got more to lose than…..” “Shut up,” Brady growled at me, grabbing his crotch, “you gonna fuckin’ talk or are you gonna get on this…” Before I could say anything back or make a move, Brady grabbed my shoulders and pushed me to my knees.

It was clear Brady had a hard-on, as his cock tented lewdly in his soccer shorts. Because of this, I reckoned Brady, like most of us on the team, had opted to get out of his jock in the locker room of the opposing team, so he could ride in comfort on the way home. He was freeballin’ it, and it showed. I watched as Brady looked to either side of us, checking to make sure no one was around. Before I could do it for him, Brady grabbed the top of his soccer shorts, pulled them out and down, resting the top band under his balls. His cock popped out hard and thick, hitting the lower part of his stomach. He grabbed his cock by the base and pointed it down at my face. “Fuck yeah, man,” he said to me proudly, “you ever seen a dick this fat before?” It was evident Brady was proud of his cock, and he had reason to be. It wasn’t real long, but it was fat. Probably 6 ½” long, Brady’s cock was a good 6-61/2” around. Pretty impressive for a guy of his stature. Just as I was about to make my move, Brady grabbed my head with his left hand and pulled me toward his cock. Instinctively I parted my lips just as his hard thick cock invaded my mouth. Still feeding me his cock with his hand at the base, Brady soon realized he could get more in if he moved his hand. He moved his hand from his cock base, and it joined his other hand on top of my head. Now his cock was able to get a little more down my throat, and with each fuck in my nose buried in his light brown pubes.

Because he wasn’t very long, Brady’s cock went just past the top of my throat. This seemed to suit Brady just fine. Fucking my mouth soon turned into a power trip for Brady, as he jabbed his hard cock in and out. “Fuck yeah, you little cocksucker,” he growled as he pushed it into my mouth, “you fuckin’ love this fat dick, don’t ya?” He’d alternate phrases like that with ones like, “Bet you never had a dick this good in your mouth before, have ya…” Brady was going at a fast pace and I didn’t want him to shoot too soon. I reached my hands up and put them on his ass, in hopes of slowing him down. Wrong thing to do. “Don’t fuckin touch me,” he growled angrily, “ever.”

I moved my hands back down to my side, and felt Brady grab my hair. The hard mouth fucking he had been doing before turned into full-on skull fucking. With his fingers wrapped in my hair, Brady jabbed his fat hard cock in and out of my mouth with amazing strength. His continual power trip phrases were interspersed with grunts and groans. Spit from my mouth was falling out onto his almost hairless nut sac below. Oddly, I had no taste of pre-jazz in my mouth. From the wetness of my mouth and his soaked balls, the silent night air around us was filled with sounds of sloshing and wet slapping.

I could hear Brady’s grunts getting more guttural and his breathing start to quicken. His body began to feel more tense. Suddenly and without warning, Brady’s right hand left my hair and grabbed his cock at the base. His left hand, still entwined in my hair, pulled my head back, pulling his cock out of my mouth. Not sure of what was happening, I watched as Brady jerked his cock three times, then heard a long low groan as his hard thick cock erupted. I tried to move my head, but his hold was too tight. “FFFUUUUCCCKKK….FFUUUUUCCCCKKKK….FUUUCCCKKK…,” Brady groaned, as three thick ropes of jizz landed on my face, and streamed off to the grass below us. He jacked a couple more times, and two smaller loads oozed out. With his cock still in his hand, Brady wiped the head around my cheeks and chin, then flicked the cum into the grass.

Brady pulled up his soccer shorts and stood looking at me for a minute. He had a smirk on his face. He turned and started walking toward his truck, but then he stopped and turned around. Back on my feet again, Brady looked at me. “You know what’s so funny, Miller,” he said laughing, “I never pictured you to be a pole smoker.” He laughed again, turned around, and walked to his truck. As I was walking to my car, with his cum still on my face, I saw puffs of exhaust smoke from Brady’s truck and heard him squeal out of the school parking lot.

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Straight High School Cock--Bart--The First One--Part II

From Part I:

…Then Bart spoke again. “And ya know,” he said, “guys like you and me, jocks like us, we got certain needs an shit and those needs gotta be released or it’ll make us crazy….

…I reached over and laid my open palm against the underside of Bart’s shaft. It was really warm, almost hot, and moved when I touched it. Bart tensed a little when I touched him, but his body soon relaxed and I could feel his cock twitch beneath my hand. “Just wrap your hand around it, bro,” Bart said in a low voice. “Just wrap your hand around it and see how it feels.”

…I jacked hard as I watched shot after shot fly out of Bart’s cock, staining his red T. Bart’s load was huge, as he must have had 7 or 8 shots in all. My hands were still on his cock, and the final loads oozed out and covered my hands.

　

I saw Bart several times, either at school or when he was visiting my sister, in the week after I jacked him off in his Range Rover out by the lake. He treated me like he always had….he joked with me, he’d hit me on the arm, and he’d call me his “little bro.” Even though Bart treated me the same, I began to think of him differently. I began watching him more. I’d watch the way he moved, I watched the way he talked, and I caught myself several times looking at his crotch. A lot. When Bart would catch me, he’d just wink at me and laugh. I’d wake up in the middle of the night, my cock hard and dripping from a dream I’d had about Bart. I’d slowly jack my cock thinking that it was his cock I was again jacking. I’d never had these kinds of feelings for a guy before, and I wasn’t sure what, if anything, was wrong. All I knew was I really liked Bart, and it appeared that he liked me. I figured it was probably just a phase that every guy went through, who had an idol, and it would pass in time.

Friday afternoon at school, I saw Bart and my sister walking down the hall together. As we got closer, Bart smiled and winked at me. “Hey Sam,” he said, “did Erin tell ya she’s ditchin’ me for the weekend to go with Carrie?” My sister was going to look at colleges with her friend Carrie. They were leaving on Saturday and wouldn’t be back until late Sunday afternoon. “Yeah,” I answered him back, “you know how chicks are…” Bart just laughed. “Fuck yeah I do, little bro,” he said, “fuck yeah.” Then he looked at me and said, “so how about you and me hangin’ out then…you cool with that?” I was caught off guard. “Ummm, yeah sure,” I said, totally not expecting the invitation. “Sweet,” Bart then said, “I’ll call ya later…” As I walked around them, I head him say to my sister, “you know, Erin, us jocks have to stick together…” Wow! There it was again. He was putting me up on his level again, but this time he was telling my sister! Standing a little straighter, and with my chest puffed out with pride, I turned the corner and walked, no I swaggered, down the hall to my next class.

I slept really good that night, with the usual Bart dream waking me up. As with the previous five nights, my cock was rock hard and the pre-jizz was running down my shaft and covered my balls. And as with the five previous nights, I wrapped my hand around my rod and slowly jacked imagining it was Bart’s cock I was pumping. I was still in bed when I heard the text alert go off on my phone. I reached over to my nightstand, picked up my phone, and saw it was from Bart. “Picking you up in an hour, little bro,” it read, “be ready.” I looked at the clock on the stand and it was already a little after nine. I got out of bed, jumped in the shower, and threw on some cargo shorts, a T, and my favorite ball cap. I had no idea what Bart had planned for day, and didn’t care. I was just excited to be spending some more time with just him and I.

I was lying on my bed listening to my Ipod, when I looked up and saw Bart standing in the doorway of my bedroom. He had a big grin on his face. And like me, Bart was wearing cargo shorts, a T, and a baseball cap. I took the buds out of my ears just in time to catch something Bart threw at me. It was a baseball. “Nice catch,” he grinned, “now get off your ass and let’s go practice.” I grabbed my mitt that I always kept on the top of my bookshelf, and followed Bart downstairs, and out the door to his Range Rover. When we got in, I could see a long sports bag with a couple of bats sticking out, thrown across the back seat. Instantly, my mind went back to the previous Saturday night when Bart was sprawled across that same seat and I was jacking his hard thick cock. He must have noticed that I was looking at the back seat a bit too long, because I heard Bart chuckle. “Come on bro,” he said after the laugh, “let’s go.”

Bart and I laughed and talked while we drove around for about 15 minutes. Then he turned onto the road that lead to the high school. From what Bart had said earlier, and from the baseball gear in the back seat, I figured we were going to be doing some baseball practice. I didn’t know why we were going to the high school, because I knew we couldn’t practice there. The entire field was closed and locked due to new turf sod being laid during the previous week. The whole school had been given strict orders not to go on the field for two weeks. So I was surprised when Bart pulled up, and parked, just outside the front gate. “Dude,” I said, after he turned the motor off, “you know we can’t practice here, right?” Bart just laughed, reached in the console, and got out a set of keys. “It’s good to be the coach’s son,” he said, “come on.” I had completely forgotten that Bart’s dad was the baseball coach. And although he was the one who was the strictest about “his” field, I guess Bart figured he could get away with it.

Bart grabbed the gear from the back seat, and I followed him to the gate. Like most baseball fields, the gate was situated in front of large screen fence behind home plate. The dugouts were by first and third base, and hidden from view unless you were at the bases. At the end of the outfield was another high fence, and behind that a row of trees. Behind the trees was a small housing development. Bart put the gear on the ground, and after trying a few keys, finally found the one to unlock the padlock on the gate. After getting the lock open, Bart swung open the gate, and I picked up the gear and walked through. Behind me I could hear Bart closing the gate, putting the lock back, and snapping it shut. We walked side-by-side until we got to home plate. “Just throw the gear down there,” Bart said, pointing to a spot behind home plate and the pitchers mound. “I’ll be right back,” he said, walking toward third base, “I gotta get some more stuff from the dugout.” I put the gear bag where Bart had told me, and waited. About five minutes later, I heard Bart calling me from the dugout. “Hey Sam,” he yelled, “come here a minute.” I walked over to the home team dugout, and saw Bart sitting on the bench, leaning against the corner walls. “What’s up,” I asked him. Bart motioned me toward him. “Sit down a minute, Sam,” he said, “I wanna talk to ya about something.” I immediately had a knot in the bottom of my stomach, afraid I had done something wrong and Bart was going to tell me he really wasn’t my friend and that everything was a big joke. I’m sure he could see the concern on my face as I walked toward him. As I got next to him, Bart laughed and slapped me on the leg. “It’s all good, little bro,” he said laughing, “nothing’s wrong.”

I sat down next to him, and Bart stretched out his legs. “Dude,” he began, “I just wanted to make sure you were still cool with what happened last weekend…” A big sigh escaped from my chest. “Uhhhh, yeah…I guess….I mean…yeah I’m cool with it…,” I nervously told him, “why?” “I just wanted to make sure,” Bart said, “ and I wanted to tell you how much I appreciated you helping me out…” I was still nervous and looked up, and Bart was looking right at me. I looked back down again. “Ummm, yeah,” I began again, “yeah, it’s…ummm….I’m….yeah, I’m glad I could help ya Bart.” My eyes were still looking down, but I could see Bart’s left hand go to his crotch and start to rub. “Sooo thennn,” he said, still rubbing “you wouldn’t mind helping me out again….?” My palms were sweating, and I noticed I had begun to bite my bottom lip. Although me jacking Bart’s cock had been in my dreams every night the past week, and each time I had jacked off pretending it was him I was jacking off, I wasn’t convinced, in reality, that I should do it again. Bart’s left hand left his crotch and he placed it on my leg. Simultaneously, his right hand replaced his left. “Come on little bro,” he said really low, “It’s been a week and I could really use it…” Bart was starting to break me down. “But, here?” I said, “what if…” Bart cut me off. “No one’s gonna see,” he told me, “we’re hidden…” I watched as Bart’s hand left my leg, and went to my wrist. He wrapped his fingers around my wrist, and slowly pulled my hand to his crotch, removing his own. I could feel Bart’s cock jump beneath his shorts and underwear as he laid my hand on top of his crotch. Slowly, I wrapped my hand around the outline, and squeezed.

A low groan escaped from Bart’s lungs as he spread his legs further apart, and slid down lower on the bench. I moved down between his legs, on my knees, keeping my hand on his crotch. “Ahhhh yeah Sam,” he groaned, “that’s it man…” As I continued to rub the outline of his cock, Bart reached up to unsnap his cargo shorts. He unsnapped them with one hand, and began to unzip them with the other. I moved my hand away, took the zipper from Bart’s fingers, and finished pulling it down. I pulled the top of Bart’s shorts apart, and saw his cock sticking about a quarter of the way out of the top of his grey boxer briefs, and the head stopped just below his belly button. The cut side facing me, and his treasure trail was wet and shiny from the constant flow of pre-jizz he was producing. I took my hand and placed it flat against his crotch. With my open palm, I rubbed from the base of Bart’s cock, up his shaft, until the top of my fingers were touching just above his navel. As I rubbed my hand up, I pressed harder on his upturned cock head. I felt Bart’s body jerk from the pressure on his head. “AHHHH FUUUCCCKK,” Bart moaned loudly, “FUUUUCCCKKK…” His cock lengthened and hardened, with the head now at the center of his navel. I took my hands and grabbed the waistband of his boxer briefs. I pulled them down, along with his cargo shorts, and they stopped at Bart’s feet.

In the daylight, Bart’s cock was more impressive than it had been seeing it from the glow of the backseat light in his Range Rover. I leaned back on my knees and watched it twitch and move before me. The shaft was a perfect cylinder, thick and heavy. Without the confines of his underwear, the head of Bart’s cock now touched the lower part of his stomach, above his belly button. His balls hung lose and low in their sack, resting on the wooden bench below them. Bart’s treasure trail started at his navel, and ran thick to his full bush of dark brown pubes. In the daylight I could see hair also on the sides and bottom of his nut sac. Pulling his cock down a little with my left hand, my right hand wrapped around the hard warm shaft. As before, my hand would only go about ¾ of the way around his thick shaft, which was coated with his pre-jizz. Bart groaned again when I touched him, and he slowly fucked his hips up. Hot, wet pre-jizz flowed easily from the slit, and I angled my hand to catch some for lube. Bart’s groans were now ongoing, as was his encouragement. “Ahhhh, fuck yeah Sam,” he kept repeating, “…feels so fuckin’ good bro…” I slowly worked my hand up and down Bart’s thick rigid shaft, while he slowly fucked my hand in return. I knew Bart was enjoying this, and I wanted to make it last as long as possible. His pre-jizz was constant, making smacking sounds from the hand-fucking. Bart’s head was tilted back and his eyes were closed. Constant moans were escaping from his mouth. Suddenly, Bart grabbed my wrist and stopped me. Confused, I looked up at him. He looked down at me, grinned, and moved his baseball cap a little farther back on his head. “This feels so fuckin’ good Sam…I can’t even tell you how good it feels,” he said to me with glazed eyes and short breaths. “But you know what would feel even better?” I was still looking up at him, still confused. “It’d be so fuckin’ awesome bro,” he said, “if you could just lick the head for me….”

“What?!?!,” I said in my mind, “what is he wanting me to do?!?!” I was thrown off guard by Bart’s request, and just sat there with his cock still hot and pulsating in my hand. Bart could see the reluctance on my face and put his hand on my arm. “Would you do it for me, Sam,” he said in a low voice. “Just lick it a couple of times….it would really mean a lot to me. “But Bart,” I said slowly, “I’ve never even thought about doing something like that…” And it was true. While I’d often thought about having Bart’s hard cock in my hand and jacking him off till he shot his load, the thought of putting it in my mouth had never crossed my mind. To me, putting another guy’s cock in your mouth was something a gay guy did. And I was definitely not gay. I was just helping Bart out because he needed me. Instinctly, Bart seemed to know what I was thinking. “It won’t mean anything Sam,” he said, keeping his low voice, “it’s just another way you can help me out…you‘re just helping out your jock buddy…”

Bart’s cock seemed to feel harder than ever in my hand. His hand, still on my arm, was now rubbing it. Slowly, I bent the hard swollen shaft down, until his wet cock head was directly in front of my face. As Bart continued to rub my arm, I moved my head closer. The smell of his pre-jizz hit my nose, and I moved my hand up his shaft and watched more flow out. My mouth was now less than an inch away from the head, and my heart was beating hard in my chest. It seemed like I was moving in slow motion, as I opened my lips and stuck out my tongue. Tentively I stuck my tongue out further, and felt it connect with the slimy head. Just as I connected, I felt a pre-jizz flow slide onto my tongue. Quickly, I pulled my tongue back into my mouth. I moved it around inside my mouth, tasting the wetness. Oddly, it had a somewhat sweet, slightly salty taste to it. I realized it wasn’t a bad taste, brought my tongue out again, and connected to Bart’s head.

Bart’s moans were almost a growl as my tongue licked around his cock head, and to the cut part beneath. “Ahhhh Fuucckk,” he growled, “duude….yeeaahhh….fuuuccckkk…” Holding Bart’s cock firmly in my hand, my tongue ventured down from head to the jizz-covered shaft below. Bart’s moans intensified, and he moved his left hand from my arm to the top of my baseball cap. As I continued to lick his head and shaft, Bart turned my cap around, to where the bill was now facing the back. He brought his hand back to the top of my head, and squeezed firmly. Bart’s cock was hard and thick in my hand, as my tongue traced it’s girth. I was licking around the head, when Bart brought his right hand up and placed it just below mine, at the base of his shaft. His left hand was firmly holding my head, while he worked his cock head and underside over my tongue. Then, slowly, Bart began rubbing the head of his cock around my lips. Pre-jizz coated my lips, and I licked them to get the sweet salty taste. I guess Bart then decided the time was right, because Bart began to push the head of his cock between my lips and into my mouth. I resisted at first, not knowing exactly what he was doing. “Come on little bro,” Bart told me in his low voice, “just put it in…it’ll fit soooo good…”

I parted my lips and let Bart slide the head of his cock into my mouth. His body jerked and his moan was low and guttural. “F U C K dude,” he groaned out, “F U U C C K K!!” I could feel Bart’s hand pulling my head farther onto his hard cock. His thick shaft now filled my mouth, and I could feel it was hot and wet. Slowly, Bart pulled my head back, bringing his cock almost out of my mouth, then slowly pushed it back in. My mouth soon adjusted to the thickness filling it, and I began to work my tongue under the shaft and around the head. “SHIT Sam,” Bart moaned out again, “you have no fuckin’ idea bro….” My head was basically still as Bart’s hand and hips worked his cock in and out of my mouth. I only had about four inches in, but I could feel his head hitting the back of my throat. “You’re going sooo fucking good, Sam,” Bart said to me encouragingly, “soooo fucking good!” I quickly learned that if I breathed through my nose, the fullness in my mouth wasn’t so bad. But, in the back of my mind, I wondered why the pressure of Bart’s cock head heating the back of my throat didn’t make me cough or gag.

Bart’s groans were continual as he slowly fucked my mouth. Since I was having no problems with his head hitting the back of my throat, I decided to see if I could make Bart feel even better. I decided to try and get more of his hot hard cock into my mouth, and maybe part of the way down my throat. Instead of pulling all the way out of my mouth, Bart was now only pulling his cock out to where his head ridge was just behind my teeth. I put my hands on the wooden bench, on either side of Bart’s naked hips. As he slowly pulled his cock out, getting ready for the down fuck, I steadied myself. Bart slowly began to push his cock to the back of my throat. I took a deep breath, and while he was pushing I pushed my head forward. I pushed as I felt Bart’s cock hit the back of my mouth. Meeting no resistance, Bart’s cock hit the back and slid ¾ of the way down my throat. “HOLY FUCK!!!,” Bart yelled and his body tensed, as my lips touched the top of his fingers that were wrapped around the base of his cock. “WHAT THE FUCK DUDE!!”

I moved my head back, bringing Bart’s cock out of my throat and back up into my mouth. I repeated the swallowing twice more, feeling Bart’s body shiver each time. On the way down the third time, I brought my hand up to Bart’s, and moved it from the base of his cock. With his hand gone, the remainder of Bart’s cock slid easily down my throat, burying my nose in his pubes. The sensation was too much for Bart. Placing both his hands on my cap-covered head, he yelled again and his body jerked. “FUCK SAM,” he yelled out, “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!?! Three more times I swallowed the length of Bart’s hard thick shaft into my warm wet throat. Each time, Bart’s hands were clamped hard on my head and his body jerked up to get as much of his cock down my throat as he could. Bart’s breathing was hard and short. His moans were constant, and were now becoming groans. “You better get off Sam,” Bart suddenly said, in short hard breathes, “I’m gonna blow….” I’d gone this far, to have Bart fuck my throat, and I wanted to go the rest of the way. I wanted him to shoot his load while his cock was buried in my throat. “Sam…..,” he said almost breathless now, “I’m serious dude…..I’m gonna fuckin….” And then it hit. While I was swallowing Bart’s cock for the fourth time, his body became suddenly rigid. I could feel his cock get harder and thicker in my mouth and throat. Bart spread his legs as wide as his shorts and underwear would let him, and his hands moved from the top of my head to clamp hard on each side. “FFFUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK DUUUUDE…” he yelled out groaning, “FFFUUUUCCCCKKKKK……” Bart’s cock was just past the back of my throat when it erupted. I felt the first shot hit my throat wall and slide down. Unable to move my head because of his tight grip, I felt four more shots rocket out, hit the walls of my throat, and slide into my gut. Bart continued to groan, saying various “fucks” and “shits.” I was able to move my head back a little, and I quickly my hand up to his cock base and jacked. Three, less hard shots, hit the back of my tongue and slid forward in my mouth. Moving Bart’s cock back toward my lips, I jacked out the last remaining shots, rolled them around on my tongue, and coated his cock head and the top part of his shaft.

As I milked the last remaining seed from his cock, Bart’s body went limp and he slumped down lower on the bench. I looked up at him, and his head was back against the wall, with his eyes closed. Bart’s ball cap was still pushed back on his head, with tufts of hair sticking out. I let go of Bart’s cock, and laid it against his balls. Bart still didn’t move, and I slowly got off my knees and sat on the bench beside him. We sat there for a couple of minutes, then Bart opened his eyes and turned his head toward me. “Seriously dude,” he said, still somewhat breathless and with no expression on his face, “what the hell was that??” I looked at Bart for a minute, then looked down. “Fuck,” I said to myself, “he’s pissed….what the hell have I done…” Then Bart spoke. “Sam,” he said in his low voice, “that shit you just did was fucking amazing!” “It’s gotta be the most awesome thing anybody’s ever done for me!” I looked up at him, and Bart had a big grin on his face. “Dude,” he continued, “ I can’t believe you fuckin’ did that!” “You didn’t fuckin’ choke or anything man….dude that was porn head, bro…fuckin’ PORN HEAD!!” Bart hit me on the arm after he said it, and I laughed. “I dunno man,” I told him, “it just seemed like the right thing to do…it just did.”

In the three months that was left of the school year, Bart and I got together at least once a week, sometimes more. He was eager to let me hone my new-found skills on him. Bart was actually the one on who I learned to swallow a cock down my throat, hold it there, and milk the shaft with my throat muscles. That drove him crazy, and he lustfully referred to it as “The Sam.” After Bart graduated, he went to a college on the east coast. Him and my sister broke up not long after he left. Bart didn’t come back to town very often, but when he did we managed to get in at least one “session.” We kept in touch for a while through texts, but those slowly dropped off. About half way through his second semester, I did get a text from Bart. He sent me a picture of a girl that was giving him a blowjob. The girl was looking up at him, with only had about half of Bart’s cock in her mouth, and her eyes were watering. Under the picture, in bold capital letters, Bart had written: AMATEUR!!! It made me smile.

Thank You....and some info

I have to admit, I'm a little overwhelmed by all the great comments and feedback you guys have e-mailed to me about my blog.  Thank you very much!  It feels really good to know my writing is appreciated and you're enjoying my stories.

A lot of you have asked if my stories really are true, and if the guys in my stories are real.  Yes, and yes.  My stories are true, and based on my real-life experiences with these guys.  The only things I've changed are the guys last names.  Their first names are their real first names, but to keep them somewhat anonymous, I've changed their last names.

Some of you have asked if I've got every straight cock I've gone after.  HELL NO, DAMMITT!!  Some of the guys have turned me down, but I will say my win to loss ration is excellent!  Also, a couple of the guys who said no at first, later took me up on my offer; Skyler, for instance.

If you have any questions, don't be afraid to ask me.  I'm pretty much open to anything, and if it's too personal I'll just tell ya!  If I get enough questions, I'll answer them here on the blog.

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Straight High School Cock--Bart--The First One

“Come on Sam, please…” my sister begged as she stood in the doorway of my room. “You know the Parkers are nice….and their generous too.” My sister Erin had a regular babysitting gig with a prominent family in town, the Parkers. However, one of her friends had scored some tickets for a concert in Springfield and concert was on the next Saturday she was supposed to watch the kids. I kept my head down at my desk, concentrating on my Algebra homework. “I’ll give you some extra money,” she said, trying to bribe me into it. I ignored her and kept working. Then she got smart. “What if I have Bart pick you up afterward and you two can hang out…??” Bart was my sister’s boyfriend. He was a senior and captain of all the sports teams he played on. Me being 15 and a big sports player, Bart Williams was my idol. And my sister knew it. As soon as she said the words I stopped my pencil in mid-equation. “Do you think Bart would do that,” I asked, looking at her questioningly. “Yeah, he’ll do it,” she said, feeling confident because she‘d won. Then she added with a smile, “if he knows what’s good for him.”

Saturday was four days away and I was major stoked. Like I said before, Bart was a major athlete, and being from a mid-size town, having him as my sister’s boyfriend gave me major credo at school. Bart was also a very likeable guy. He smiled a lot, laughed a lot, and had a lot of friends. He was also unique in that he treated everybody equal. Bart was as nice to the geeks and nerds as he was to the other popular kids at school. He wasn’t one of those guys that didn’t want his girlfriend’s little brother around, and he always called me “little bro.” Bart didn’t have any brothers, only sisters, and having him call me his “little bro,“ always made me swell with pride. Sometimes, Bart would let me ride along when he took my sister home from school, and sometimes he’d let me tag along with them when they went places as long as it wasn’t an “official” date. He would also go over different game plays with me, and we’d physically work them out in our backyard. Bart was an all around good guy, and I wanted to be just like him.

Thursday after school I got a text from Bart. “Hey little bro, I hear we’re gonna be hangin’ after ur ‘sittin’ job on Saturday,” he said. “Yeah, that’s the plan,” I texted him back. “Nice,” he texted me back, “I got something sweet planned….” I texted Bart back and asked him what it was he had planned, and he sent a quick response. “Gotta go….talk later.” If I was excited before about Saturday night, I was major mega-excited now. A couple of my friends asked me to do stuff with them on Saturday, and I’d say “can’t….I’m hangin’ out with Bart; just me an him.” I could see the look of amazement on their faces and the jealousy in their eyes. “Dude,” my friend Matt said with more than a little jealousy, “just you an him, man??” “Yeah,” I told him back, “just me an Bart….”
I didn’t see or hear from Bart again until Saturday morning when he came to see Erin. I was in the backyard getting to mow, when Bart walked through the gate. “Sup little bro,” he said grinning as he shut the gate, “you ready for tonight?” A quick smile came to my face as I instantly replied. “Hell yeah,” I said, grinning back, “I’m stoked dude.” “Good deal,” Bart said back to me, “like I said, I got something sweet planned and it’s gonna be awesome…” The thought again, of me, a 15 year-old high school sophomore, getting to spend some one-on-one time with a high school god like Bart, made me stand up about three inches taller and I mowed the yard with my chest puffed out and my swagger on. I knew too, the time with Bart was going to be awesome, and I couldn’t wait.

Bart left and took my sister to meet her friends for the drive to Springfield. I finished mowing the lawn and went upstairs and jumped in the shower. When I got out of the shower, I noticed I had a voicemail on my phone. It was from Mr. Parker. Mrs. Parker was coming down with the flu and they wouldn’t be going out. This meant I wasn’t going to be babysitting and Bart wouldn’t need to pick me up. If Bart wasn’t going to pick me up, it also meant that he and I wouldn’t be hanging out afterward. I was major disappointed. I had been looking forward all week to the time with Bart, and now it was all gone. Slowly, I picked my phone back up, went to my contacts list, and hit his name. Bart answered after only two rings. “Sup little man?” he asked cheerfully. “Got some bad news,” I said slowly, “Mrs. Parker’s sick so I won’t be working tonight.” “You don’t have to pick me up,” I continued slowly, “so I guess we won’t be hanging out…” Bart was quick with his reply. “Dude,” he said, “just because you’re not workin’ doesn’t me we can’t hang….I mean if you still want to an all.” I couldn’t believe it. “Really?,” I practically yelled into the phone, my heart racing, “ahhh that’d be awesome Bart!” “Calm down, little bro,” Bart said laughing, “I’ll be there in about thirty.”

Bart picked me up about 30 minutes later, in his new black Range Rover. The SUV was a early graduation present from his parents, and he treated it like it was his baby. Soon as I got in, Bart roared off down the street. A big smile was on my face and Bart just looked at me and laughed. “Ok, here’s the plan,” he said. “What don’t we start off by getting some burgers, then maybe go to a show.” “Sounds good,” I said, knowing that being seen with Bart without my sister would propel my status symbol about 50 points, at least. “What movie are you thinking about?,” I asked him. “How ‘bout Million Dollar Baby,” Bart said. The movie had just come out the previous Wednesday, and had been sold out since then. “That’d be cool,” I said, “but it’s probably still sold out.” “Not to worry, little bro,” Bart said smiling, “I already got the tics…” It was my turn for the big smile, and all I could say was “sweet!”

While Bart and I were chowing down on burgers, we talked about sports, school, sports, the colleges he was thinking about, sports, and girls. He asked me if there was any girls that I liked, and I told him there was one girl from school, Staci, who I talked to a lot and would probably ask out as soon as I got my license. “But that’s almost four months away,” I moaned. “It’ll be here before you know it,” he assured me. “Just enjoy yourself and have a good time.” We got to the theater about 45 minutes early and were one of the first ones in line. It was another sold-out screening, and I wondered how Bart was able to score the tickets he did. It was almost 11:00 by the time the movie got out and we headed to Bart’s car. “You wanna ride around before I take you home, little bro?,” Bart asked me when we got into his SUV. “Sure,” I said, “it’s Saturday and I don’t have to be home til 12:30.” We drove around town for a while, then Bart headed south and turned onto the narrow road that led to the lake. Soon, Bart turned off the narrow road and onto a dirt road that led to a dead-end. He stopped the car at the dead-end and turned off the engine. Right before us was a small clearing and beyond that a perfect view of the lake. When Bart cut the engine he let out a small sigh. “I always like coming out here,” he said, “it relaxes me.” I was relaxed too, and just sat there thinking about what a great evening it had been. I’d got to spend the entire time, by myself, with a dude that I idolized. “It don’t get much better than this,” I thought to myself. But it did.

Bart and I sat in silence for a few minutes, with nothing but the radio playing. Finally, Bart reached up to turn the radio down, then looked over at me. “Dude,” he began, “I need some help with something….you think you can help me?” “Sure man,” I quickly answered back, “I’ll help ya with anything Bart.” “Well, you know me and Erin have been going out for almost a year, right,” he began, “and I really like her a lot….” “She really likes you too, Bart,” I interrupted, “she’s told me so.” “Anyway,” he continued, glancing at me every few seconds, “we don’t have sex, ya know….” “Ummmm…..o…k…,” I slowly said. I was a little confused and kind of uncomfortable with what Bart had just told me. But I was even more confused about why he would tell me the sex stuff with him and my sister. I really didn’t want to hear that stuff about them. Then Bart spoke again. “And ya know,” he said, “guys like you and me, jocks like us, we got certain needs an shit and those needs gotta be released or it’ll make us crazy….so crazy we won’t be able to do right by our team…” Everything Bart had said after “guys like you and me, jocks like us….” was lost to me. Had Bart really put me on the same level as him? Had he really referred to me as a jock, like him? I was stunned. “Did you hear what I said, Sam?,” Bart asked, breaking me out of my haze, “we got needs and those needs gotta be released so we don’t go crazy!” I’d actually heard Bart the first time, but hearing it again still confused me. “I’m not sure what you mean, Bart,” I confessed to him, “about needs and them needing to be released…” “I’m talkin’ about sex needs, Sam,” he said looking right at me, “unloadin’ your spunk, shootin’ your load, empytin’ your balls…” “Oh,” I said, a little surprised to hear Bart using those types of terms, “ok.” “So, little bro,” Bart said, turning his face back toward the windshield and looking out across the lake, “is that something you can help me with?”

Ok, now I was so totally confused I didn’t know what to say or do. I mean, I’d jacked off before sure. I’d unloaded my own spunk, shot my own load, and emptied my own balls, but I’d never thought about doing it to another guy. Ever. I just sat there in the passenger seat of Bart’s Range Rover, in silence. “Here‘s the deal, Sam,” Bart finally said, breaking the silence. “Everybody knows that Erin’s a virgin and plans on staying that way. And since we’ve been going out I’ve had lots of chicks, and a few dudes, offer to help me out and take care of my needs; cause they understand how it is with guys like you and me…” There it was again. Bart once again put me on the same level as him; a guy like him. “Wait,” I said, snapping back, “you’ve had guys offer to help you out??….how?,,,,,and who???” “Just with a hand job,” Bart offered back. “And one of the guys,” he continued on, “was Rodney Pearce….and the only reason I’m telling you is because I know I can trust you not to say anything.” Rodney Pearce was a junior and played sweeper on the soccer team. He kept to himself most of the time, but did have a few friends he hung out with. “Rodney Pearce?,” I slowly asked Bart. “Yeah,” Bart said back, “Rodney’s a cool guy and he understands the kinds of needs we have.” “But,” Bart continued, “I didn’t take him or anybody else up on the offers because I want somebody I know I can trust…somebody I know is gonna keep it between us…somebody that’s more like family….” More like family… That was an interesting choice of words Bart had used. More like family…or maybe more like a little brother.

My head was spinning from what Bart had just told me and what he was asking me to do. I was really confused. Did guys really do that for each other? And if they did, how did they do it? Bart had mentioned several times that he thought of me as his equal; a friend and also a jock. That to me was overwhelming. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think he would consider me to be on the same level as he was. We sat in silence for a few more minutes as the radio played and I made my decision. Bart was a very cool guy and was my friend. He was also my idol, and I wanted him to know I would help him out with anything that he needed.

I broke the silence very slowly. “So,” I began, “if I help you out, it’s gonna be our secret right?; just between you and me?” “That’s why I wanted you to help me out, Sam,” Bart replied back. “I trust you that you’re not gonna go telling anybody….and I sure as hell ain’t gonna say anything!” “Ok,” I said, again slowly, “what do I do?” A big smile came to Bart’s face as he slid his seat back and reclined it a little, moving it away from the steering wheel. “You’re the best little bro a dude could have,” he said smiling. Once his seat was back, Bart reached down and unsnapped and unzipped his shorts. Then I watched as he pulled his shorts and underwear down to his ankles, in one slow movement.

The glow from the radio lit up a small amount of the suv. Once his shorts were down, Bart reached over and flipped on a light that was built into the dash. I looked over and saw that Bart’s dick was already hard. I’d never seen another guy’s dick hard before, and was a little amazed at his. From it’s base in his curly dark brown pubes, to just under the cut head, Bart’s cock was a perfect cylinder. His head flared out a little bigger than the shaft, and I could see shiny wet stuff oozing out of the head slit onto his dark red shirt. Bart reached down and pulled his shirt up, exposing his hard abs. His hard cock pulled up a little, then plopped down against it stomach. The head reached just past Bart’s navel, and I could barely make out the hairs of a treasure trail lying beneath the shaft. His balls lay lose in their sack between his legs, and I could see them moving slightly each time Bart’s cock twitched. I sat looking at Bart’s cock, no expression on my face. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do. All of a sudden, Bart pulled his shorts back up. He moved his seat back up to forward position, pushed his body up, and jumped through the seats and over the console, into the back bench seat. I turned around and saw him leaning up against the window, one leg on the seat and the other on the floorboard. His shorts and underwear were back down around his ankles. Bart looked at me and grinned. “Here ya go, little bro,” he said, “it’s all yours…” I still sat there, no expression and not moving. Finally, “Ummm….what am I supposed to do, Bart?” I asked. Bart laughed a little. “First, get your ass back here,” he said, “then just pretend it’s your own dick, Sam….jack it like you would your own…”

Slowly, I crawled between the seats and onto the back seat. I reached over and laid my open palm against the underside of Bart’s shaft. It was really warm, almost hot, and moved when I touched it. Bart tensed a little when I touched him, but his body soon relaxed and I could feel his cock twitch beneath my hand. “Just wrap your hand around it, bro,” Bart said in a low voice. “Just wrap your hand around it and see how it feels.” I moved my hand sideways on his cock and slowly closed my hand around Bart’s rigid shaft. My fingers wouldn’t go all the way around, lacking about ¾ of an inch from meeting. Bart’s cock jerked and hardened, and his pre-jizz flowed out of his slit and onto my hand. I was amazed at how my and Bart’s cock felt the same. His was longer and thicker, but they both had the same feeling of hard mixed with soft. And the way his pre-jizz was flowing, Bart, like me, didn’t need any other type of lube. With his cock gripped in my hand, I slowly moved up and down Bart’s rigid pole. More pre-jazzed flowed out as I heard Bart catch his breath. “Fuck Sam,” he moaned low, “that’s perfect dude…fuck yeah, that’s perfect.”

I worked Bart’s hard thick pole slow, and I could feel his hips lift off the seat each time my hand got to the base. A lot of pre-jizz was now flowing out and I brought my left hand to his cock head and ran my palm over the slit. A lower moan came from Bart, and I looked up and saw his head was tilted back and his eyes closed. I continued working my hands in the same motions, and Bart’s moans got louder. “Ahhhh fuck man,” he groaned, “that feels soooo fuckin’ good….” My left palm was now soaked with Bart’s pre-jizz, and I moved it down and started rubbing his balls. “Shit man!” he groaned louder, “fuuuck…”

I moved from where I was sitting on the seat and got on my knees between Bart’s legs. My right hand gripped his hard rod tighter, while my left heavily massaged his balls. Bart’s shaft was now soaked from his constant flow of pre-jizz and moved easily in my hand. Bart was enjoying my hands so much I decided to up the pleasure. I moved my hand to where my thumb was on the underside of his shaft. Each time my hand went up his shaft, to the head, my thumb rubbed against the sensitive underside of his cock head. This drove Bart crazy. “JESUS FUCK!!!” he yelled the first time my thumb hit the underside of his head. “What the fuck man…..ahhh dude….what the fuck!!!!” I continued the cock assault with my hand, and moved my other hand from his balls and wrapped it also around his shaft. More and more pre-jizz flowed out, as Bart‘s cock slipped easily through my tight hands. Bart began to move his hips up higher off the seat, using his hands to help push him up. “Fuck dude, I can’t take much more a this…,” he breathed out hard. “I’m gonna fuckin’ blow it soon…..”

With both hands on Bart’s hard thick cock I jacked him at an even pace. Not too fast and not too slow; just like I liked it. Bart’s hips were coming higher and higher off the bench seat, and his breathing was short and heavy. I looked at him and his head was almost all the way back now, and his eyes tightly closed. Bart’s left hand was pushing against the window sill for leverage, while his right hand pushed hard against the top of the bench seat. His legs were spread as wide as his shorts and underwear would let them. I kept up my pace with my hands, and suddenly Bart jerked his head forward. I could feel his cock get harder and thicker in my hands, as his pre-jizz steadily flowed. I watched as Bart leveled his eyes on me, and squinted them a little. His nostrils flared as his breathing became shorter and stronger. “FUUCCKK,” Bart suddenly yelled out as he pushed his hips and swollen cock up hard into my hands, “FUUUCCCKKK…” Then the first shot fired out of Bart’s thick long cock, and sailed past his head. That shot was followed by four more, each landing either on his head or at the top of his shirt. I jacked hard as I watched shot after shot fly out of Bart’s cock, staining his red T. Bart’s load was huge, as he must have had 7 or 8 shots in all. My hands were still on his cock, and the final loads oozed out and covered my hands.

Bart lay in the same position for a few minutes, with his head tilted all the way back, breathing hard. Finally, he brought his head forward, looked at me, and smiled. “Damn, little bro,” he said grinning, “if you work your dick like that I’m surprised you can still walk!” I just looked at him. “Well, ya know….,” I said to him, smiling back. Bart looked down at my jizz covered hands, and smiled again. Then he reached behind the seat, grabbed a towel, and threw it too me. I cleaned off my hands and laid the towel on the floorboard. Bart reached down, grabbed the towel, wiped off his cock, and threw it back down. “Remind me to throw that out on the way home,” he said, winking at me.

On the drive to my house, Bart was as talkative as usual. He talked about sports, college, and girls. I was still processing everything that had just happened, and didn’t say very much. Bart noticed my silence. “You OK, little bro,” he said as we pulled into my driveway. “Yeah Bart,” I said back to him, “I’m good.” When I got to my room I laid on my bed for a long time, thinking about everything that had happened. Then I realized something. The whole time I was jacking Bart’s cock, I hadn’t even thought about my own. But now, alone in my room, I realized my cock was throbbing and aching, and my boxer briefs were soaked from my pre-jizz. I quickly pulled my shorts and underwear off, laid back, and wrapped my hand around my swollen cock. In about two minutes, I shot the most intense load I had ever shot.

I saw Bart the next day, when he came to see Erin. “Hey little bro,” he said to me, grinning and hitting my shoulder as usual. Bart acted like nothing had happened and everything was cool. I liked that. I was still thinking about the previous nights events, and was beginning to think that what I had done was no big deal. I mean, yeah I’d jacked another dude’s dick, but it wasn’t just any dude’s dick; it was Bart’s. And I did it to help him out like he asked. And there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do to help Bart out if he needed me. I didn’t know it at the time, but that feeling would be tested the next weekend.

To be continued……..

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Straight High School Cock--Skyler

Skyler Thompson was a high school senior, a stoner, and my girlfriend’s brother. He also had a big dick; or so the rumor went. Skyler’s “third leg” was legendary at school, however no one could ever provide first-hand knowledge of the giant appendage. It was the usual rumor situation of “the girl who sits behind me in Algebra said her cousin’s sister’s best friend saw it, and it was huge!” Skyler never confirmed or denied the rumor, and the girlfriends he had either didn’t put out or weren’t talking. And though Skyler was my girlfriend’s brother, I too had no knowledge of the truth. That, however, was about to change.
I had known Skyler since I was in fourth grade and he was in fifth. We met playing on the same little league team. Skyler was the one who introduced me to his sister Staci, and we’d been going out since sophomore year. Skyler had been smoking pot since he was in junior high, and his parents had given up on trying to make him quick. His pot smoking didn’t affect his grades, and actually made him easier to get along with. At the beginning of his senior year, Skyler’s parents had renovated an apartment over their garage, and he moved in. Their only rules were no parties, no smoking outside where anyone could see, and no legal problems. Skyler easily complied.

Skyler Thompson was tall; almost 6’ 3”. He had shaggy dark blonde hair, dimples, and intense green eyes. Well, intense green and bloodshot. Skyler also had an easygoing, laid back personality, and was quick to help out when anybody when they were in need. On more than one occasion Skyler would let me and Staci fuck in his apartment. “Just don’t jizz the sheets up,” he’d laughingly say to me as he took another bong hit, “I don’t wanna be sleepin’ in your spunk!” And I never did.

While I was fucking his sister, I was constantly thinking of a way to find out if the rumor about Skyler was true. Did I tell you I like dick? Well, straight dick anyway. Yeah, I fuck girls and I like dick; straight dick. I sucked my first straight dick when I was 15, and I’ve been on the hunt for it ever since. I’ve had good luck in the past couple years, and I was hoping to have the same luck with Skyler. But, how was I going to do it? As fate would have it, I would soon find out.

One day after school, Staci called me upset and crying. Skyler had been arrested. He had been driving his beat-up Chevy home from school and had got stopped for a busted tail light. Skyler was stoned as usual, so the police searched his car and found one of his stashes in the glove compartment. His parents were furious. One of the rules for Skyler living in the apartment over the garage and being able to smoke as often as he wanted was no legal trouble, and he had just broke that rule. Skyler’s parents moved him back into their house, forbid him from smoking, and put him under their own “house arrest.” He was to be driven to and from school and could only be with two “trusted” friends; one of whom was me.

Two weeks into Skyler’s mandatory exile, his parents decided he could leave the house for short outings as long as the outings were with me. The first few times we went out, Skyler begged me to score him some pot. “Are you crazy,” I’d tell him, “that’d be real nice me takin’ you back home and you’re stoned outta your mind; not gonna happen Skyler.” Skyler would always beg me to get him some. “Dude,” he’d plead, “you know I’m hurtin’ man…you gotta set me up…” A plan was starting to develop in my head. Skyler was in a perfect situation: he was in need. Not the sexual kind of need, but in need none the less. Maybe there was a way I could help both him and I out that would be mutually beneficial.

After two weeks of going out with me, I decided to approach Skyler’s parents. I would tell them that Skyler had been really good and needed some type of incentive to continue his success. That incentive would be spending a Saturday night with me; with my parents supervising, of course. After a short amount of debate, and knowing that I had never given them any reason to not trust me, Skyler’s parents agreed. Later that night I called Skyler and told him the good news. I also told him I would be supplying him with a little reward of my own; the pot he so desperately craved. I had scored some from another stoner at school, and had it well hidden in my room.

Saturday came and I went to pick Skyler up at his house. After final instructions from his parents, and reassurance from me that my parents were indeed going to be home, we headed to my place. What I neglected to tell Skyler’s parents was that my parents were home at the moment, but were going to my Aunt, who was in the hospital, and weren’t coming back until Sunday afternoon. On the way to my house, Skyler quizzed me on how we were going to do the pot with my parent’s home. “No worries, man,” I assured him, “they’re leaving in a couple of hours and not coming back until tomorrow.” Skyler’s eyes light up and he pumped the dashboard. “Fuckin’ A,” he yelled, “this is gonna be soooo sweet bro!”

By the time we got to my house, my parents were already gone. Skyler jumped out of the car and beat me to the back door. He raced up the stairs to my room, and I stopped to grab some beers from the fridge. When I got to my room, Skyler was sitting in my overstuffed chair, hitting the palms of his hands against the arms. “Come on bro,” he said excitedly, “I’m fuckin’ ready!” I went to my closet, reached back behind some boxes on the top shelf, and pulled out a smaller box. I opened the box and pulled out a pipe, a lighter, and, I had been assured, a zip lock bag containing the best pot that could be found in my part of the state. One by one I threw the contents of the box to Skyler. When he got the pot, the look on his face was that of a kid on Christmas morning. His eyes widened, he smiled really big, and he opened the bag and stuck his face in. “Ahhhhhh,” he said inhaling deeply, “I’ve missed you man….” Over the next hour, Skyler proceeded to smoked almost half the bag, as I sat on my bed watching. His mood became relaxed and the conversation flowed easily. “Dude,” he said after a long hit from the pipe, “I really owe ya one for this…no man, I owe ya a fuckin’ lot…” “Anything you want bro,” he continued, “just tell me an I’ll get it for ya…” Perfect. “Yeah Skyler,” I started, “there is one thing you can do for me.” “Anything, bro,” he said, taking another hit and slowly blowing the smoke out, “tell me what it is an I’ll get it…” I looked at Skyler sprawled in my chair, and went for it. “I wanna see your dick, man,” I said to him. I don’t think it registered with Skyler at first, because he didn’t respond. Finally, he blow more smoke out and said, “What’d you say, Sam?” “I wanna see your dick, Skyler,” I told him again. This time Skyler laughed as he took a hit, held it, then blew the smoke out. “Why you wanna see my junk bro?” he said, grinning at me. “The main reason,” I said, “is because I heard it’s really big.” This time Skyler laughed even louder. “Dude,” he said barely containing himself, “you know who started that shit?” Without me responding, Skyler continued. “It was Joey Spencer,” he said, “he saw me changing at the pool, saw me catch him lookin’, then ran out faster than shit.” “Didn’t know a fat kid could run that fast,” he added laughing. Joey Spencer was a nerdy kid in my grade, who only lived in our town for about seven months. He was a strange guy, very quiet and always acting like he was up to something. Now finding out that he was the one who started the Skyler rumor, I guess he was.

“OK,” I said to Skyler, “so……” “So what?” Skyler said, looking at me. “So, are you gonna show me,” I replied back. He was silent for a few minutes, and I could tell he was thinking about it. “Dude, that’d be weird,” he finally said, taking another hit from the pipe. “It’s not like I’m asking you to do anything with it,” I replied back to him, “and….you do owe me…” Skyler sat silent for a few more minutes, smoking more. “Yeah,” he finally said, “you’re right man….aight.” Then Skyler put the pipe on the table beside my chair, got up, unsnapped and unzipped his pants, and pulled them down with his boxer briefs.

With the short distance from my bed to my chair, I’m sure Skyler saw my eyes widen at the sight before me. Skyler’s cock was at least 8” long soft, a good 5” thick, had a perfectly cut mushroom head, and hung from a full bush of dark blonde pubes. His balls were also the perfect shape, and hung almost ¾ of the length of his cock in their sack. It was the perfect shape from the root to the tip, and I instantly boned up. “Wow,” I said staring at it, my mouth open. I was unable to say anything else. Skyler stood there for a few minutes, then pulled up his boxer briefs and pants like it was no big deal. “Aight Sam,” he said, in the same no big deal manner, “let’s order some pizzas…I’m fuckin’ starved!”

After the pizza came and we ate, Skyler smoked the rest of the pot. We talked about bullshit stuff, and never mentioned his exhibition. It was almost 2:00 a.m. when Skyler passed out in the chair. After he was asleep, I lay awake thinking about Skyler and his big cock. I was also thinking about how I was going to get that tool stuffed down my throat. After a couple hours of sleep I suddenly woke up. It hit me. In economics class at school we had been studying about supply, demand, and shortage. Simply, if there is demand for a product, and there is no product, a shortage is created. To supply that shortage, the cost of the wanted product will go up. More simply, people will pay more for a wanted product if that product is in short supply. So, I figured if this concept would work in the business world, why wouldn’t it work in Skyler’s world? Skyler wanted pot. However, pot was in short supply for Skyler. Therefore, Skyler should be willing to pay a higher price to get the pot. However, Skyler wasn’t going to pay for the pot he wanted in dollars. He was going to pay with his cock.

Over the next month, Skyler stayed at my house twice. Both times my parents were with my Aunt, and both times we never talked about his cock or the size of it. The nights ended the same each time; Skyler smoking an entire bag of pot, pigging out on pizza, and him falling asleep in my chair with a contented smile on his face. For a guy that was used to smoking on a daily basis, getting stoned every two weeks was beginning to get to Skyler. He would catch me in the halls at school, or text me wanting to know when we were getting together again. For my plan to work, I had to make sure Skyler was really in need of the pipe so I began to stretch out the times between our sleepovers. One day at school, Skyler caught me in the bathroom and told me he was about to “climb the walls.” It had now been over three weeks since he had gotten stoned, and the time was perfect. I told Skyler my parents were going to be gone again the next weekend, and we could get together then. A smile came to his handsome face, and Skyler literally ran out of the bathroom yelling.

It was three days until Saturday, and Skyler must have called or texted me twenty times a day. “Are we still on, dude?” he’d say. Or, “I’m pumped, I’m pumped!!” My responses to Skyler were always the same. “Yeah man,” I’d say, “we’re still on.” Saturday finally came, and I went to pick Skyler up in the afternoon. He was his usual amped up self, knowing he was finally going to get high after an almost four week wait. As always, Skyler beat to the back door of my house and up the stairs to my room. He’d learned where I kept the pot and pipe, and when I got to my room he was fishing around my closet looking for it. After pulling several boxes down and pushing more aside, Skyler was getting frustrated. Skyler didn’t know that I had moved the box from my closet to the bottom drawer of one of my dressers. “Dude,” he said, his voice clearly agitated, “where’s it at, man?” “I moved it Skyler,” I finally told him. He turned around to look at me, clearly about to get pissed. “Why the fuck you do that, Sam?” Skyler snapped at me. “Because,” I said, “things have changed a little….”

Skyler looked at me, confused. “Whatta you mean, ‘things have changed’?” he asked. “Here’s the deal, Skyler,” I began, “I think it’s time for a little exchange…” I saw Skyler reaching for his wallet in his back pocket. “How much,” he asked. “That’s not the kind of exchange I had in mind, Skyler,” I told him. “Let’s just say I’ve got the good shit that you want, and you’ve got the good shit that I want…” “I’m confused, man,” Skyler said, his face clearly agreeing with his words. “If you don’t want cash, what do you want?” “What I want,” I said slowly, looking directly at him, “is to suck your dick.” Skyler busted out laughing. “Sam, come on,” he said between laughs, “quit fuckin’ around an throw me the pipe.” “I’m not fucking around, Skyler,” I said, still looking at him, “I’m serious; I want your cock down my throat….” Skyler was clearly getting more agitated, shifting from one foot to the other and closing and opening his hands. “Come on, Sam,” he said, his words short and direct, “just give me the shit, bro.” I didn’t waiver in my proposal. “Like I told you, Skyler,” I said, “I’ve got what you want, and you’ve got what I want.” “It’s pretty simple if you think about it,” I went on, “nothing for you to do except shove your hard cock down a hot wet throat, blow a load, then smoke a good bowl after…you got the easy part, man” Skyler’s face began to tense and his eyes narrowed. “What the fuck, Sam,” he almost yelled, “you know I’m in need..” Then Skyler slammed my closet. “Fuck this shit, Sam,” he spat out, heading for my bedroom door. “Fuck this shit!!” I then heard Skyler race down the stairs and the back door slam. I also heard a very loud “FUCK!!” before the door slammed.

About an hour later I got a text. I looked at my phone and saw it was from Skyler. “Come to the door,” was all it said. I went downstairs and into the kitchen. From the porch light I could see Skyler standing at the back door. I opened the door, turned around, and he followed me in. I went to the fridge, grabbed two beers and threw him one. He caught it easily. “Dude,” he said opening his beer, “I didn’t think you were gay; I mean, your fuckin’ my sister….” “I’m not gay Skyler,” I said to him, opening my own beer. “I just like to suck on a nice cock every now and then…I’m not gay.” Skyler was quiet as he took quick sips of his beer. “It’s just,” he finally said, “I never done anything….” I cut him off quickly. “That’s the fun part Skyler,” I said, “you don’t have to do anything except enjoy, shoot your load, then have some good shit.” Skyler took more sips of his beer, but said nothing. Finally, he took a big gulp from the can, set it on the counter, turned around and headed for the stairs. “Aight,” he said as he was walking up the stairs. “Let’s go….”

When I got to my room, Skyler was standing against the wall, by my closet. He looked at me, then looked away. In anticipation of him agreeing to this, I had pre-packed a pipe and had it in the box, on the bookcase beside where Skyler was standing. I walked past him, to the bookcase, and took the box. I pulled out the pipe and a lighter, and handed them both to Skyler. “Here ya go, man,” I said, “some incentive for ya.” Skyler’s eyes lit up when he saw the pipe. “Sweet,” he said as he took them, and held the lighter up to the pipe. As I was getting on my knees in front of him, I looked up at Skyler and watched him take a long hit, hold it, and slowly blow the smoke out. “Sweeeet,” he said again. My head was now directly eye-level with Skyler’s crotch and I reached my hand up to place it on top of his zipper. Slowly, I rubbed with my open hand, tracing the outline of the huge cock that lay beneath. While I was in mid-rub, Skyler reached down and put his hand on top of mine, to stop me. “Dude,” he said slowly, “no one can….” I stopped Skyler in mid-sentence because I knew what he was going to say. “Relax man,” I said to him, brushing his hand away from mine, “I ain’t Joey…”

Skyler stood against the wall, his legs slightly apart, while I rubbed my palm up and down his crotch. Beneath his shorts and underwear, I could feel his cock come to life. I felt it moving and then begin to harden. Skyler squirmed a little against the wall, and moved his legs. I looked at him as I began to rub my face against his crotch. Skyler’s eyes were closed as he took another from the pipe. The only sound that escaped his lips were the sound of him exhaling, blowing the smoke out of his lungs. I moved my face back and the hardness beneath Skyler‘s shorts moved with it. I reached up to unsnap his shorts, brushing my hand against his bulge. My right hand unsnapped while my left unzipped the shorts. Skyler’s hardened mass pushed the now opened flaps of his shorts aside, and they lay on either side of his growing mound. I reached my hands up and pulled, and his shorts fell to his feet. My hands then went to the band of Skyler’s black boxer briefs, and I slowly pulled them down.

Skyler continued to take hits from the pipe, and made no other sound than inhaling and exhaling. With his shorts and boxer briefs now at his feet, Skyler’s dick was in full view. When I had seen it before, soft, I was impressed. Now seeing it begin to thicken and grow, I was amazed. I had estimated it before at 8” soft. Now growing, I was sure it would be a good 10. In the two years I had been sucking straight cock, this was by far the biggest I had ever had. By far. I reached my hand up to touch it, and Skyler flinched. With my hand wrapped around it, half-way down the long shaft, I could feel Skyler’s cock grow and harden. Slowly I pumped my hand back and forth, and watched as his perfect balls moved in their sack. Skyler still said nothing, but he did moved his legs farther apart. As far apart as his shorts and boxer briefs would let him. I took my hand from his shaft, and watched as Skyler’s cock twitched before me. Too big and heavy to stand straight up, or even at a 45* angle, Skyler’s cock trembled at the perfect angle to slide into my throat.

I grabbed Skyler’s shaft again and moved down farther on my knees. I lifted the heavy rod slightly, stuck out my tongue, and licked on the underside from just below the ridge head forward to his slit. I looked up at Skyler and his eyes closed tighter, but still he made no sound. I continued my licking and added encasing his cock head between my lips. Skyler’s legs shivered. I moved my hand farther up on his shaft, toward his pubes, and slowly raised his rod. I opened my mouth, took a breath, and swallowed half of Skyler’s huge cock. Leaving my hand in place, I took a deeper breath, and swallowed the large tool. Midway, I could feel the head of Skyler’s cock hitting the back of my throat. Meeting with no resistance, it slid past, and moved farther down my throat. I could begin to feel Skyler’s wiry bush, and with a final push forward my nose was buried in its center. At first, Skyler’s body stiffened, but then relaxed as long deep breath escaped from his mouth. I held my position for a few seconds and my throat muscles slowly milked the giant cock. Then slowly, I pulled back and watched as it left my throat. Skyler continued to take hits from the pipe, but his breathing had become more heavy. Wanting to hear some kind of noise from him, other than inhaling and exhaling smoke, I repeated my swallowing three more times. The third time, with his pulsing cock buried deep in my throat and my throat muscles milking, Skyler suddenly grabbed the back of my head and thrust his hips forward, away from the wall.

“FUUUUCCCKKK,” Skyler finally said, as his hips began to slowly fuck his cock in and out of my wet throat. I looked up, and watched as Skyler put the pipe on bookcase and brought his other hand to my head. With both hands planted firmly on the top/back of my head, Skyler pulled his cock out of my throat, slid across the back of my tongue, then fucked it in deeper. I tasted a salty sweetness in my mouth, and knew he had begun to leak. His legs moved farther apart, and the pressure on my head increased. Skyler’s breathing was heavy, but he didn’t say anything. I looked up at him again, and his eyes were only slightly closed now, and his eyebrows were raised. He had a slight smile on his face. Skyler was enjoying the face fucking and I intended to make him enjoy it even more.

I learned early on that nothing turns on a straight guy more than thinking his cock is too big for me to take. And since I have no gag reflex, that has never been the case. So each time Skyler pushed his long leaking cock down my throat, I began to make short gagging and choking sounds. True to straight-guy form, this made Skyler’s cock throb and leak more. Then I heard a small low laugh come from him. “Fuck yeah,” he growled as he pushed his cock in farther, “choke on my fuckin’ dick…” I kept the noises up, and felt Skyler’s cock pulse and expand in my throat. His fucking became deeper, and each time my nose was pushed harder into his pubes. Spit, mixed with his pre-jizz, was now dripping from my mouth, hitting the base of his cock, and falling onto Skyler’s balls. I brought my hand up to feel, and Skyler’s nuts moved easily in their heavy sack. Skyler’s body flinched as I rubbed his nuts, and his cock tensed in my throat. Skyler’s breathing was now becoming heavy and short. His face fucks were getting shorter, and he left more of his cock in my throat before he plunged it back down. Skyler’s sack began to constrict in my hand, his balls drawing up tighter to his body. He was close, and both of us knew it.

Skyler’s breathing was now short and quick, and his chest moved in and out rapidly. His grip became tighter on my head and he began to jab his perfect cock in quick short fucks down my throat. I felt as Skyler’s hips slowed to an almost standstill, then he sped up and his cock made three short jerks down my throat. At the end of his third thrust, Skyler’s hands clamped hard onto my head. He pushed his cock into my throat deeper than it had ever been, and held it there. I heard the groan start deep in Skyler’s chest, and felt a cock vein push out against my tight throat. His groan became louder as the vein moved up my throat, carrying his load with it. Skyler’s body froze as the first cum shot blasted out of his pulsating rod and shot deep into my gut. “AAAGGGGHHHH,” Skyler groaned as a second, third, and fourth load shot out. Though he was holding my head tight in place, I forced it back until the head of Skyler’s cock was now at the back of my throat. He continued to shoot his jizz as I brought my hand to his erupting shaft and jacked it. The sweet taste of Skyler’s cum filled my mouth and slid easily down my throat. Skyler released my head, and I continued to jack his cock as my mouth moved up around the head, and began to suck. His jizz still flowed out of his slit, at a slower rate, and I coated my tongue and wet my lips. I looked up at Skyler, and saw he was looking back at me. He had a somewhat puzzled look on his face at first, but then it turned into a half grin. Skyler watched me as I cleaned the remaining jizz from his cock, then let his massive tool once again lay against his heavy balls. Then, he reached over, grabbed the pipe and lighter, and took another hit.

I blew Skyler a few more times that year, always when he was stoned and always under the condition that “no one finds out about this…” Skyler made it through his probation with no more problems, graduated, and started college. I still hear from him sometimes when he’s bored or when he’s home on break. It’s usually when his supplier is out of commission or when he’s “in need” of something else.

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Rudy Part I reposted.....

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Straight High School Cock--Rudy, Part I

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