Straight High School Cock--The Voyeur at the Soccer Shed

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Straight High School Cock--Brady Part II

Soccer season was in full swing, and I had been somewhat neglectful in working out. One of the football coaches was a friend of my dad’s, and he said I could use the weight room in the evenings, after school, as long as I would be responsible enough to make sure the door was locked when I left. He also told me it was to be for me only, and not to have any of my buddies in there with me. I told him that would be no problem, and started one Tuesday evening. There were no windows in the workout room, just mirrors lining the walls. It was getting dark, and the whole place was quiet. I intended on bringing my ipod, but forgot it at the last minute. I was on one of the weight machines doing arm crunches, my eyes closed concentrating on my workout. “Sup, cocksucker,” I heard a male say from the opposite side of the room. I opened my eyes, looked in the mirror in front of the machine, and saw it was Brady. It had been almost a month since I had followed Brady to the side of the school, after a soccer match, and he’d skull-fucked me. The only thing that had changed between us since then was Brady’s avoidance of eye contact. I never saw him at school anyway, but during practice and games he avoided looking at me all together. I was OK with that, because I figured if I didn’t have any interaction with Brady, I would have to hear about how great his cock was or how I’d “never seen one fat as this before…”

“Hey, Brady,” I said, going back to doing my crunches, “what’s up?” “Just out cruising around,” he said, “saw a car in the lot an thought I’d see who it was.” “Imagine my surprise,” he went on, with a big grin on his face, “to find out it’s my ole’ friend the pole smoker.” Oh yeah, one more thing I hadn’t missed about Brady was his cocky attitude. Immediately, he got right to the point. “So, Miller,” he said, still grinning, “where you want me…against the wall, sittin’ on the bench, or you just want me to fuck your throat while your layin’ down?” “Fuck my throat,” I thought to myself, “ummm, no Brady, your dick’s not that long…” “What’s the matter, Brady,” I said to him instead, “Ashley still not puttin’ out?” I watched Brady as the grin left and his face turned to a scowl. “Shut the fuck up, Miller,” he snapped at me. I just smiled. “Seriously,” I said, this time trying to be nice, “did you come to workout?” “Nah, Miller,” Brady said, looking at himself in the mirror, “I don’t need to work out, man….this shit’s natural…”

Brady walked over and stood by the weight machine. I knew what he was doing there, but I continued doing my arm crunches, waiting to see how he was going to approach it. There was a few minutes of silence, while Brady watched me work out. “So, Miller,” he finally said, grinning at me, “I got some time to kill before I meet my buddies…you wanna get on this fat dick again?” Just because of his cocky attitude, I was determined I was going to make Brady work for it. “Nah, man,” I said to him, continuing to do my crunches, “I’m kinda good right now…” I looked at him in the mirror, and Brady had a puzzled/shocked look on his face. “What the fuck…,” he said, his grin now gone and his right hand going to his crotch, “you telling me you don’t want some a this??” “Like I said, Brady,” I told him, “I’m good.”

I could tell Brady didn’t know what to do. He was darting his eyes from side to side, and he was shifting from one leg to the other. I was looking straight ahead into the mirror in the front of the weight machine, and I saw Brady finally turn his head to look at me. “Come on, Sam,” he said to me, all cockiness gone from his voice, “I could really use your mouth, dude….I need to get off bad….” Then in a final act of desperation, in a very low voice Brady said, “please…” Gone was the macho tough guy, replaced by the 16 year-old kid he was. It was like someone had taken Brady’s X-Box, and he was pleading to get it back.

I stopped doing the crunches, and turned to look at Brady. “So you’re really needin’ it, huh?” I said to him. “Yeah,” Brady answered back, still in a low voice. “Bad?” I asked him. “Yeah, bad,” Brady said back in the same voice. “Aight,” I said to him, getting up off the weight machine bench, “over here.” Brady followed me over to a corner of the workout room where the lights weren’t so bright. I did this mostly to get away from the windowed door, in case somebody would happen to walk by. There was still enough light for each of us to see what the other was doing, and I figured Brady would enjoy the mirror on the opposite wall.

Brady stood against the wall and I got on my knees in front of him. I brought my right hand up to rub the crotch of his cargo shorts, and I rubbed his leg with my left. Brady flinched when my hand touched his leg. “I don’t like being touched,” Brady said, with a hint of anxiousness in his voice. I moved my hand from his leg, and brought it beside my other one that was rubbing his crotch. Brady let out a sigh, moved his legs a little further apart. “Yeeaahhh,” he said lowly, “that‘s it….” The mound beneath my hands was growing, and I squeezed harder against the outline of Brady’s cock. He breathed in deep, and let out a long sigh. While I was still rubbing his crotch, Brady brought his hands up to the top of his shorts and unbuttoned them. He pulled the tops apart, and his zipper fell as he pulled. I moved my hands, and Brady’s cargo shorts fell to his ankles. Brady’s black boxer briefs were bulging in front of me, and a half-dollar size wet spot had began to grow through the fabric, leaking from his cock slit. I reached my hands up and began rubbing his crotch again. Brady let out another long moan, and his crotch thickened in my hands.

Since unbuttoning his shorts, Brady’s hands had been at his side, but he soon moved them to the waistband of his boxer briefs. He hooked his thumbs in the band, and pulled them down. Brady’s full bush of brown pubes came into view, and my dick immediately began to harden. I reached up, took the waistband from Brady, and pulled his underwear the rest of the way down. He stepped out of one leg of his boxer briefs and cargo shorts, and kicked them both off with the other. Brady’s fat cock hit me full on the chin, pre-jizz smearing across it. Before I could get to it, Brady grabbed his cock by the base and ran his oozing head along one cheek, across my chin, then to the other side. A trail of wet slimy pre-jizz let its mark as he dragged his cock across the lower part of my face.

With his left hand, Brady reached up to my chin and pulled it down. “Stick your tongue out,” he said in a low voice, staring directly into my eyes. I stuck out my tongue, and felt Brady drag his wet cock head across my chin, then slide it the length of my tongue. I could taste the wet salty slime as he went. “Fuck yeah,” Brady almost growled, “fuck yeah…” Still holding his cock by the base, Brady slid it all the way to the back of my tongue, held it there, then squeezed out some pre-jizz. I could feel the hot mixture slide off the back of my tongue and fall down my throat. I reached up to rub Brady’s balls, and he squeezed out four more slimes into my throat. After squeezing the last one out, Brady pushed his cock in as far as it would go, and moved his hand. “Now close it,” he said, “and let‘s have some fun.”

I closed my mouth around the base of Brady’s cock, my nose flat against his pubes. The fatness of his cock filled my mouth, and I could feel the head just beginning to enter my throat. Brady put his hands on the top of my head, and immediately began to pump. “Shit yeah, bitch,” he hissed, reverting back to his old self once he got his cock in my mouth, “that’s what you been wantin’ ain’t it?” Brady pumped his fat cock in and out of my mouth hard, his hands holding my head in place. “Hell yeah, I know you been wantin’ it again since last month,” he continued, his voice filled with cockiness, “I’m surprised you ain’t been hangin’ round my house like a bitch in heat…” Brady continued with his arrogant talk, his cock getting harder and thicker the whole time. Not long enough to get very far down my throat, Brady’s cock would hit my back throat wall, then the head would slide down. When he was about to fuck out, I would close my throat, and the bottom of his cock ridge would pop out and slide across the back of my tongue. This would make his cock even harder, and he’d grip my head tighter.

Whether he got tired of standing, or whether he wanted more control, Brady suddenly grabbed my shoulders and pushed me down onto the floor. I was still catching my breath, when Brady straddled my upper chest and shoved his cock back into my mouth. “Now we’re gonna do some real mouth fuckin’,” he said with a grin on his face. Brady’s knees were holding my biceps down, and his legs had my lower arms pinned. His left hand grabbed the back of my head, held it up, while his right pumped in his cock. Brady held that position for a while, and his groans filled the back part of the weight room. “Fuuuck this feels good!,” he groaned out, “FUUCCKK…” Soon, Brady released my head and I laid it back down on the floor. His knees and legs moved off my arms as he moved his body to almost lay his crotch across my face. Brady’s fat hard cock was now directly over my mouth, and he pushed in hard. “Ahhhhh….fuuuccckkkk yeeaahhhh,” he growled, “fuuuucccckkkk yeeeeaaaahhhh…” Brady’s cock was hard and thick as he fucked it into my mouth. His pubes buried themselves in my nose and his full balls slapped against my chin each time he fucked his cock in. I reached my hands up and put them on Brady’s thighs, and his body flinched. “Don’t fuckin’ touch me!!” he hissed at me through clenched teeth. I moved my hands back down, and Brady fucked harder into my mouth.

I’d never been in the position of not being in control, and I didn’t like it. Brady had complete power over me, and I had to do something to change that. After more of Brady pumping hard into my mouth, I decided I’d had enough. Even though I had been lax in working out lately, I still had quite a bit of upper body strength. Before he could think about what was happening, I grabbed Brady by the shoulders, raised up as hard as I could, and brought him straight back so he was the one lying flat on his back. Without missing a beat, I instantly returned to Brady’s cock, taking it all the way back into my mouth. “What the fu…..,” Brady began, but before he could finish I took his cock as far back as it would go, held it, and began milking. “Shit…ahhhh…fuck…,” he soon began to say, “fuck…dude…yeah….” I alternated between swallowing his cock and holding it and milking. Soon, Brady’s hips began to come up off the floor, trying to push as much of his cock in as he could. His hands soon returned to the back of my head, pushing down hard.

I wasn’t just content with finally being in control again, I wanted Brady to know I was really the one in control. The longer I would hold his cock in the back of my throat and milk it, the more Brady would moan. Taking a deep breath, I swallowed Brady’s cock, and felt the head and ridge just start to enter my throat. I held it there, breathed through my nose, and began milking it hard. Brady groaned harder than ever. “Fuucckkk….yeeaaahhhh….fuuuccckkk….,” he breathed out hard. In the middle of doing this, I brought my hands to Brady’s stomach, moved them under his T, and began to rub. I felt his body tense hard, and his breathing became even harder. “I…..don’t….like….being….,” he began, but stopped as my throat muscles milked his cock harder. As my hands moved up his stomach to his chest, Brady’s cock got harder and thicker in my mouth. I ran my hand over his nipple, and squeezed it. “What….the….ahhhh fuck man!!,” he moaned, his body no longer tense. I rubbed over to Brady’s other nipple and did the same. “Fuucckk…dude…what…the…fuck man…!” He was clearly enjoying the attention my hand was giving his upper body, and my mouth was giving his cock. With my hand alternating between his nipples, his abs, and his stomach, Brady’s breathing soon became harder and shorter than before. His cock swelled in my mouth as his hips fucked it in hard.

All the stimulation was soon too much for Brady, and I could tell his orgasm was close. His fucking became shorter and quicker, and his cock harder and fatter in my mouth. Soon, Brady’s hands clamped hard on my head, and a low growl began to come from his chest. “Fuucckk…dude…I’m gonna fuckin’ blow….,” he growled out. And with one hard thrust into my mouth, he did. Brady’s back arched up off the floor, and he pushed his cock as far into my mouth as it would go. “AAAHHHHHH FUUUUCCCKKKK,” he almost yelled out as his hard fat cock erupted down my throat. I didn’t even have to swallow as shot after shot fired out of his swollen cock head, and landed in my gut. Brady’s back was arched high and his hands held tight to my head as he unloaded. I felt the final loads hit less intensely, and slide down my throat.

Brady lay on the floor of the workout room as I let his cock slide from my mouth. He had his arms folded over his face, and he was still breathing hard. I sat up, wiping the mixture of spit, pre-jizz, and jizz from my mouth. Brady finally raised his head, looked around for his shorts and underwear, then looked at me. His eyes were narrow as he stared right at me. “Miller,” he said, “why the fuck did you do that?” “Do what?” I said, knowing full well he was wanting to know why I was rubbing his upper torso. “You know what,” Brady said back, his eyes still narrowed. I stared back at him. “I just figured you needed a lil somthin’ somthin’,” I said with a half-grin on my face. He was silent as he reached across his body, grabbed his cargo shorts, and pulled them on quickly. Standing up, Brady reached down, angrily grabbed his boxer briefs, and stuffed them into his pocket. I watched as Brady headed for the door of the workout room, going at a quick pace. Just before he reached the door, he turned around and looked at me. Brady’s eyes were still narrowed as he stared at me for a few seconds. Then he turned back around, and headed out the door. Just before the door closed, I heard Brady say something. Whether it was to me, or to no one in particular, his voice was clear as he spat out the word. “Fucker,” he said.

I sucked Brady’s cock one more time, at the end of soccer season. Our coach had an end of the season party for us at a pizza joint, and I was on my way home when I first passed Brady’s truck, then passed him walking. I pulled over to offer him a ride, and I ended up blowing him in the parking lot behind one of the grocery stores. Brady’s back was against the passenger door, and he was sprawled across the seat. He had pulled his cock through his shorts, and it was as hard and fat as the previous times. I had just got Brady’s cock into my mouth and felt the fist taste of his pre-jizz. Slowly, Brady grabbed my right hand, put it under his shirt, and rubbed it across his chest. He let out a loud groan as my fingers found his right nipple, and squeezed it lightly.

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Sorry about not posting lately....I've had the flu and it's kicked my ass!  I'll be posting another story in a few days.

Thanks for reading!

sam

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Due to an overwhelming response, mostly from e-mail, you guys do want to hear about my second encounter with Brady.  You also said you want to know who was outside the shed when I hooked up with Rudy.

Sooooo.....I am in process of writing about Brady and the person outside the shed.  I want to thank everyone for responding, and for all the great comments you sent me.  I really appreciate all of them.  It makes me feel good to know that people are enjoying my stories.

So, stayed tuned and read more about Brady, the dude who thought he had the "dick of death," and just who was watching me and Rudy!

sam

Straight High School Cock--Matt

I’ve known Matt Campbell since Kindergarten, and we’ve been best friends since third grade. Matt and I do everything together. Yes, everything. Although Ben, my sister’s boyfriend, was the first guy to shove a cock down my throat, Matt was the first to shove one up my ass. Matt and I started jacking off together in sixth grade, watching a straight porn tape he’d snatched from his dad’s night stand. The day after I jacked Ben off in the back of his Range Rover, I told Matt. That afternoon I jacked off Matt in the furnace room of his parent’s basement. The day after I sucked Ben’s cock at the baseball field, I told Matt. That night I sucked Matt’s cock in our tree house “fort” in my backyard. He never did anything to me, but I was cool with that because that’s not what I wanted. Besides, Matt was always more than willing for me to do things to him. Matt knew that I liked girls too, and he knew that everything I did to him was “just between us, right…”

Matt was four months older than me, so he got his driver’s license first. We both had girlfriends, and Matt would borrow his dad’s dual-cab Chevy truck and we’d go on double dates. I always got farther with Staci, my girlfriend, than Matt did with his. While I was playing with Staci’s boobs and rubbing her crotch through her clothes in the back cab, Celia would barely let Matt get his tongue in her mouth, in the front. At the end of the night, after we’d drop the girls off at home, Matt and I would head out to the lake and he’d bury his cock down my throat. In private, Matt teased me some about being able to take a cock all the way down, calling me a “born cocksucker.” I could never understand why Celia wouldn’t give in to Matt, because he was definitely a looker. Matt was about 6’, dark brown, almost black, hair, and steel blue eyes. Matt’s cock was a little above average, about 7 ½, and around 6 ½ around. Because of me, Matt learned how to feed somebody his cock and not blow too soon. And also because of me, Matt learned that a dude’s ass was much tighter than a girl’s pussy.

I have learned three things in the short time span of my experiences. #1. If a straight guy’s horny enough, he’ll let another dude suck his dick. #2. The guys that can truly fuck, whether its a mouth, a throat, or an ass, are the guys who have rhythm. If you don’t have rhythm, you might as well pack it up and jack off the rest of your life because nobody will want you to fuck them. #3. If you fuck with your body, you’re as doomed as if you have no rhythm. If you fuck with your body, you’re not really fucking; all you’re doing is jabbing your dick into a hole. To really fuck, you have to fuck with your hips.

It was a Saturday night, and Matt’s parents anniversary. They were going to be out late, and their dog was sick, and they wanted Matt to stay home and keep an eye on her. Matt asked me if I wanted to come over and hang out, so I didn’t make plans with Staci. His parents hadn’t been gone thirty minutes, when Matt went upstairs. He came down a few minutes later carrying two DVD’s. They were porn. “Fresh from the studio,” he said smiling. Matt and I were so comfortable with each other, we automatically started rubbing our crotches when the movie got into full swing. By the second scene, we had our dicks out and were slow jacking. Matt would catch me looking at his dick, and he’d grin real big. “Not to worry, dude,” he’d say, “you’ll get it…” By the end of the second scene, Matt’s mood had changed. “Ahhh fuck!,” he suddenly said, “I’m gonna die a fucking virgin dude!” I looked over at Matt and laughed. “First of all,” I said, “you’re only 16.” “Second of all,” I went on, “you get your dick sucked on a regular basis….so I don’t think you technically classify as a virgin.” “Dude, you know you got an awesome throat,” he said back to me, “but I wanna fuck…ya know?” I could tell Matt was frustrated. He knew that a couple weeks before Staci had let me fuck her for the first time. Matt hadn’t gotten any further with Celia, and he was jealous.

The third scene of the movie was a chick getting ass-fucked. Matt and I had started jacking our dicks again, and both of us were leaking good. “Man,” Matt suddenly said in a low voice, “I’d even settle for an ass to tap…” I stopped jacking my dick and crawled over between Matt’s legs. I wrapped the top part of his shaft around my hand, and as I slid downward he removed his. With my hand now at his cock base, I took a deep breath, and swallowed his cock down to its base. Matt let out a deep sigh, and spread his legs out on either side of me. Instinctively, his hands went to my head, and he rubbed it while I released, then swallowed again his hard rod. Both Matt and I had learned how to hold off his orgasm for as long as possible. For the next 15-20 minutes, I worked over Matt’s hard cock while he slowly fucked it down my throat.

I knew that Matt was down and I knew he was frustrated. I wanted to make my best friend feel good. I had never had anything in my ass before, not even my own finger, but I made the decision I was going to let Matt fuck me.

I pulled my mouth off Matt’s cock, got up, and told him I was going to the bathroom. In the bathroom, I looked in the drawers and found a tube of hand lotion. When I was younger and first started jacking off, I’d used lotion as a lube, so I figure it could work as one now. I squeezed out some lotion on my fingers, then ran my fingers around, and into, my hole. Then, I put the tube in the pocket of my shorts and went back in the family room. Matt was slowly jacking his cock, watching the movie. I had to admit, holding his hard curved cock in his hand made me want it real bad. I walked over to the sofa and sat down next to Matt. I took the lotion out of my pocket and put it between the cushions, on the opposite side of Matt. I unbuttoned my shorts, unzipped, and pulled them off. Matt glanced over at me with a puzzled look on his face. Then I grabbed the waistband of my boxer briefs, pulled them down, and kicked them off with my foot. Matt looked over at me again. “Dude,” he grinned, “nothing like getting comfortable…” “Stand up and take your shorts off,” I told him. Matt looked at me, shrugged his shoulders, and said, “Aight.” He got up and started to unbutton. “No,” I told him, “in front of me.” “Dude, your so serious,” he grinned at me again. Matt stood in front of me, unbuttoned, unzipped, pushed his shorts to his ankles, and stepped out of them. His cock was sticking through the slit in his dark gray boxer briefs, dripping pre-cum. “Now those,” I said, pointing to his boxer briefs. “Aight, man,” Matt said, still grinning, as he pulled his cock through the slit, then slid his boxer briefs over his cock, and kicked them to the side. Matt walked closer to me, his hard cock lying against his stomach. I reached for his shaft with my left hand, pulled it down, and wrapped my fingers around it. Slowly, I pumped it a few times. Matt stood there with his legs slightly apart. With my right hand I got the tube of lotion from between the cushions, and opened it with my thumb. Matt’s hips had began to slow fuck my hand. I looked up at him, and Matt’s eyes were closed and his head slightly tilted back. I squeezed some lotion out onto my hand, spread it around, then brought it to Matt’s cock. Matt jumped a little and looked down when he felt my lotion-covered hand touch his cock. “Dude,” he said with a somewhat puzzled look on his face, “I got enough pre…I don’t need lotion…” “But,” I said looking into his steel blue eyes, “you’re gonna need the lotion when you fuck me.”

“WHAT???” Matt almost yelled. The puzzled look on his face had changed to a look of shock. “Dude….,” he said, this time in a lower voice, “are you sure…” I looked up at him, his cock still in my hand. “Just get down here,” I said, “before I change my mind…” I took my hand off Matt’s cock, scooted down and out on the sofa, grabbed my shins, and put my feet on the cushion. “Besides,” I added with a half-grin, “I don’t want you dyin’ a virgin…”

The sofa sat a little low to the ground, so when Matt got on his knees in front of me he hard cock was right in front of my hole. “Dude…if you’re sure….,” he said, somewhat nervously. “Just go slow,” I told him, “this is virgin territory for me too…” Matt took hold of the base of his cock, and I could feel the head against my hole. In spite of my ass being lotioned up, I could feel the wet stickiness of Matt’s pre-cum as his cock head touched me. Matt pushed a little, and I see his body shiver. It hurt, but I didn’t say anything to Matt. He pushed a little more, and the swollen head of his hard cock pushed through the ring of my ass. “FUCK!!” I yelled, as the pain seared though my ass. “Jesus fuck dude…I’m sorry!!!” Matt said as he started to pull out. “Don’t move!!” I almost yelled to him, “just leave it in and let me get use to it.” Matt froze, and I looked at him and he had a pitiful look on his face. “Sam, I’m so fuckin’ sorry man…” he said to me. “Dude, it’s ok,” I said to him, the pain now almost gone, “just go slow…”

With the head of his cock already in, Matt slowly began to push in with his hips. I held my breath and waited until half of Matt’s hard swollen cock was in my ass. It didn’t really hurt like I expected it too; I just felt really full. Matt loved it. “Ahhh…fuuuccckkk, Sam,” he groaned, “fuuuck …” Matt pulled out a little, then slid back in to the same spot. Over the next few minutes, Matt would push in slowly, pull out, then push back in. Every time he got to the same spot, his cock about half-way in, and couldn’t go any further. It was like he was hitting some kind of wall. But Matt didn’t seem to mind. His groans had increased, and he was getting into a good rhythm. “Fuck, this feels so fuckin’ good, Sam,” he’d groan, “Soooo fuckin’ good….”

I was enjoying the fuck too, but I was becoming distracted by the fact that Matt couldn’t get all the way in. If I was going to do this, I wasn’t going to be satisfied with just half of Matt’s cock in my ass. I didn’t want him to experience only half-fucking; I wanted him all the way in.

A few more minutes went by, and I decided to try something different. “What if,” I thought to myself, “the next time Matt pushes in, I push out…maybe that’ll work…” So the next time Matt slowly pushed his rigid cock in, I pushed out. Matt fucked in, hit the block for a split second, then pushed right past it. All of a sudden, Matt’s cock was buried balls deep in my ass, and I could feel his dark brown bush rubbing against the top side of my hole.

“AHHHH,” Matt groaned out, “Dude…what the fuck!?!?” Matt was so taken off guard by going so deep, he nearly lost his balance and fell forward against me. This pushed his hard cock in deeper, and it hit something at the back of my ass. The feeling of his cock scraping against something deep in my ass sent a shiver through my body and made my own cock rock hard. “FUCK, Matt,” I almost yelled, “what the fuck did you just hit, dude??” “Man, how the hell do I know,” he said with an almost pained look on his face and his cock still buried, “I’m new to this shit too….” “Fuck,” I said, starting to push Matt back a little, “whatever the hell it was…you gotta do it again!”

Some guys are born fuckers. They have the rhythm, the movement, and they instantly know what to do as soon as they get their cock in a hole. Matt was one of those guys. Matt leaned back, pulling his cock with him. He put his hands on the front of my shins, to steady himself, then slowly pushed all he way back in. Matt groaned low as his cock again went balls deep with one forward fuck. “Ohhhh yeah, dude,” he groaned, “fuck, that’s so tight…” Once again, as his hard cock hit the back of my ass, it scraped against something that sent me off. “Fuuccckkk, Matt,” I told him through gritted teeth, “right there dude….that’s it….right..fuckin’..there…!!”

My encouragement fueled Matt’s lust, and his cock seemed to grow longer and harder each time I groaned out the words. He moved his hands to my ankles, brought his knees up off the floor, and began hard fucking me. Matt pushed in strong and deep, and his swollen hard cock tore up the place in my ass that gave me such an awesome feeling. Matt let go of my ankles, and grabbed the back of the sofa, on either side of my head. Instinctively I put my legs around Matt’s ass, and each time he fucked in I pulled him in deeper. Neither of us said anything, but our grunts and our moans filled the room. I didn’t know how much longer Matt would be able to hold out, and I wanted to feel, with my hand, his cock invading my ass. With my legs still wrapped around his ass, pulling him in harder on each down-fuck, I moved my right hand under my ass, to where Matt’s cock was going in. With the palm of my hand I began rubbing the underside of his hard shaft, feeling it disappear away from my hand each time it plunged into my hole. I felt Matt’s hair balls slamming against my hand, and I moved my hand down to rub them. “Ahhhh, fuck Sam…” Matt moaned when I touched his balls, “you’re getting me close dude….” I moved my hand back to Matt’s waist, just as his fucking sped up. He was gripping the back of the sofa hard with his hands, and pounding me so hard my ass was lifting up off the cushion. Matt looked down at me, his blue eyes staring into my. His nostrils were flared and his mouth was partly open. Matt’s breathing was short and heavy. I could see the muscles in his arms and neck bulge and throb as he fucked me hard and deep.

Matt was still staring at me when he suddenly slowed his fucking. His mouth was open, but his teeth were clenched. He started to speed up, once again plowing deep into my gut. Matt’s eyes were fixed and his teeth still clenched, when he took three hard long fucks, and then exploded. “FUUUCCCKKKK….SAAAMMMMM…” he yelled through clenched teeth, “FFFUUUUCCCCKKKKK…..” Odd as it may sound, I could feel the jizz piston out of Matt’s cock and coat the walls of my ass. After his three initial hard fucks, Matt kept fucking, sending more and more spooge deep inside me. I had been ignoring my own cock, but the constant scrapping by Matt’s cock against whatever he was hitting in my ass, had exploded it without me even touching myself. My jizz had shot up onto Matt’s chest, and had dripped down onto my own.

Matt pulled his dripping cock out of my ass, and a suction sound, both from our fucking and from my cum on our chests, filled the room. Matt collapsed on the floor, and I slumped down on the sofa. We were both breathing hard, trying to catch our breath. After a few minutes, I looked at the television, and saw the movie had ended and started over. I looked down at Matt, and his eyes were closed. He had a big smile on his face. I leaned back on the sofa, and closed my eyes. “Dude,” Matt finally spoke, “I don’t even know how to fuckin’ describe that….” I didn’t say anything. A few minutes later, Matt crawled up on the sofa, and lay on the opposite side. My breathing had returned to normal, and I opened my eyes. I looked over at Matt, and he was looking at me. Then he looked down at his watch. “It’s only 10:30, Sam,” he said, his steel eyes staring at me and a big smile on his face, “you wanna do it again…” I looked at Matt’s cock and saw it was begin to harden. “Sure,” I said, smiling back at him, “if you think you can handle it….”

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After reading the story about Brady, one of the blog readers commented on how he like Brady's cocky personality and attitude, and asked if I ever blew him again, or if Brady was a one-time deal.

I tend to focus my stories more on the first time I blow a guy, because, after all, that's what the hunt is all about.  I did blow Brady one more time, and the experience was kind of rough. 

So, my question is....do you guys want to read a second chapter about Brady, or is the one story enough?  If you want another chapter, I'll tell ya.  Just let me know.......

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Straight High School Cock--Caleb

It had been a hot month, even for August. There had been 30 days of three-digit temperature, and today was no exception. It was early Saturday afternoon, and I was taking Staci out to the lake to meet some of her girlfriends. About a mile outside of town, we saw somebody walking toward town, on the opposite side of the road. As we got closer, I could tell it looked like someone about our age. We got almost even with the person and Staci said, “Is that Caleb Moore?” “I don’t know,” I said, not really paying attention. I could tell the person was a guy and was walking at about a medium gait, with his head down. His shirt was soaked from the heat, and his hair was matted to his head. “Slow down,” Staci said as we began to pass the guy. I did, and then as we passed him Staci turned around in the seat to get a better look. “Yeah,” she said, “that’s definitely Caleb.” “I wonder what he’s doing walking out here…” “I dunno,” said to her, “maybe his car broke down.” Sure enough, about a quarter mile up we saw a beat-up Plymouth off the side of the road. It was Caleb’s car. “Yep,” I said to Staci, “there’s his car.”

Caleb Moore was 14 when his parents were killed. His dad was an over-the-road truck driver, and was only going out for a week-end run. This was the first time Mrs. Moore had ever gone on a trip with her husband, and Caleb was going to spend the weekend with his grandmother. They had driven Caleb the 30 miles to drop him off at his grandmother’s, and then were hit head-on by another semi 10 outside of town. Having no other relatives, Caleb came to live with his grandmother, who was well into her seventies at the time. Caleb was a shy quiet guy, and a loner. Although Caleb and I were both 17, I was a senior and he was a junior. He had been held back the same year his parents died, which only added to his loner status. Caleb never hung out with anybody, always keeping to himself. We all assumed Caleb stayed home with his grandmother, and probably locked himself away in his room.

I dropped Staci off at the pavilion, turned my truck around, and headed back to town. I drove past Caleb’s car, and about a half-mile this side of town I saw him still walking. There was hardly any traffic on the lake road, so I wasn’t surprised to see Caleb still walking. I slowed down, pulled up beside him, and rolled down the window on the passenger side. “Hey man,” I said to him, “need a ride?” Caleb stopped, took off his glasses, and wiped his face on his shirt sleeve. He put his glasses back on, then kind of peered at me, like he recognized me but couldn’t remember from where. “Oh, hi,” Caleb finally said, looking down. “I see your car broke down back there,” I said to him, “do you need a ride Caleb.” Caleb stared at the ground again. Then he turned around and looked behind him, and looked ahead of him. He looked at me again, then looked back down. “Uhhhh,” he said slowly, “yeah….sure…”

Caleb opened the passenger door and climbed in. He sat in the seat, his down, and his hands between his legs. I tried to make small talk, but Caleb just sat there silently. When I was talking to him, I kept glancing over at Caleb. I noticed he really wasn’t a bad looking guy. He had dirty blonde hair that was kind of long in the back, and hung down in his eyes most of the time in the front. He was tall, taller than me, and thin. During all the small talk I was making, about the only thing Caleb did tell me was that he was doing “stuff for grandma” when his car “just quit.” As we drove into town, I asked Caleb where he wanted me to drop his off at. He told me his grandmother’s. With out town not being that big, and his grandmother living in the same town all my life, I knew where she lived. It was actually only about a half-mile from my house. Caleb’s grandmother didn’t have a driveway, so I dropped in off in front of the house. He got out of truck, shut the door, and began walking up the yard. After he was about half-way to the front door, Caleb stopped, and turned around. He walked back to the passenger side of my truck. He glanced through the open window at me, then looked at the ground. “Thanks,” he said quietly, then walked back up to the front door.

Although I was a year ahead of Caleb, we had one honors class together; first hour Geometry. On Monday morning he didn’t show up until about half-way through class. He came in quietly, looked around for a seat, then walked over with his head down. After school I hung out with some of my buddies, and when I got home there was a white box on the kitchen counter with my name on it. I asked my mom where it came from. “A guy brought it over about 3:30 for you,” she said. “A guy?,” I asked her. “He was tall, blonde hair….really shy,” she said. The only guy I knew that fit that description was Caleb. “Did he say who he was,” I asked my mom. “No,” she said, “he just said…’these are for Sam…’” I opened the box and there was a handwritten note sitting on top of two dozen freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. The note was written on lined notebook paper. I opened it up, and the handwriting was small and somewhat shaky. “Sam Miller,” the note said, “thank you so much for helping Caleb out on Saturday. Please accept these for you kindness.” The note was signed: Augusta Brookeover. Caleb’s grandmother.

Caleb was late the next three days of school. Same as the first day, he came in about half-way through class. I tried to find Caleb the first day after school, to have him thank his grandmother for the cookies, but I couldn’t find him. Finally, on my way home on the fourth day I saw him walking down the sidewalk a couple of blocks from school. I lived about two miles from school, and Caleb lived about another mile past me. Bus service was only available to kids who lived outside the city limits, so if Caleb was walking home, that meant his car wasn’t fixed. I pulled up beside him, rolled down the passenger window, and told him to get in. As usual, Caleb’s head was down as he slowly walked over to my truck. After he got in, I asked him about his car. “It’s got a busted oil pan,” Caleb said, “but it’s still out on Lake Road…” “Why is it still out there?” I asked him. “I can’t get it towed until after the first of the month, when Gram gets her check,” he said. The first of the month was almost three weeks away. “Then,” he continued, “I can’t get it fixed for another month…” We sat in silence for a few minutes, then I had an idea. “Okay,” I began, “what if we get John’s dad to tow it to my place, and we fix it there…will that work?” John was a buddy of mine and his dad owned a towing company in town. Caleb was silent for a few more minutes. “Sam,” he said, “I don’t have the money to get it towed, or even get the parts to fix it….it’ll just have to wait.” “Dude,” I told him, “John owes me some favors, so he can get it towed for free. We’ve got a big garage behind the house where my dad works on all our cars and trucks, so we can work on it there.” “What about the parts,” Caleb asked. “My dad’s got lots of extra parts,” I told him, “and I’m sure he’ll have an oil pan to fit yours….and if not, we’ll get one from the junk yard.” “All it’s gonna cost you,” I added, “is your sweat.” By this time we had pulled up in front of Caleb’s house and stopped. Caleb sat there for what seemed like a long time, thinking over my proposition. Finally, for the first time since I’d given him a ride the week before, Caleb looked me in the eyes. “Okay, Sam Miller,” he said looking at me, “I owe you one…and I promise I will pay you back.” Then he added, “and I always make good on my debts.” “Aight man,” I told him, “you’re gonna ride with me to and from school tomorrow, then we’ll get this thing kicked out first thing Saturday morning…deal?” Caleb looked at me and stuck out his hand, and I stuck mine out in return. “Deal,” he said as we both shook. Caleb opened the passenger door, then stopped about half-way out, and turned around. “Sam,” he said, “why are you being so nice to me?” “Dude,” I told him, “I don’t have any reason not to be nice to you.” “Now, shut up and I’ll see you tomorrow morning at 7:30,” I added laughing. For the first time since I’d be around him, Caleb smiled. Then he closed the door and walked up to his grandmother’s house. It didn’t even enter my mind at the time, but over the next few weeks I would think of at least one way Caleb would be able to pay me back.

After school the next day, Mike himself went out and towed Caleb’s car to my house. At 7:00 Saturday morning, my mom woke me to tell me I had a visitor downstairs. It was Caleb. I put on some shorts and a T, and went down to the kitchen where Caleb was waiting. He was wearing work overalls, and staring down at his hands when I came into the room. “Dude, you wanna eat something before we get started,” I asked him. “No,” he said, still looking down, “Gram fixed me something.” I grabbed a couple of doughnuts and a bottle of orange juice, and we headed out to the big garage behind our house. Caleb and I spent the next three hours fixing up his car. We put the new oil pan on, changed all the fluid, and drained and refilled the radiator. I had helped my dad a lot when he was fixing our cars, and I thought I knew a lot. But Caleb knew way more than me. The conversations we had while we were working were pretty one-sided; me doing most of the talking. Every once in a while, Caleb would say “yeah,” or “uh huh,” and sometimes if I said something funny he would even look up and smile. But most of the time he kept quiet.

We finished up, Caleb turned the ignition, and his car fired up. He got a big grin on his face, and real loud said “YEESSSS!!!” Caleb backed his car out of the garage, and parked it. He got out of his car, stood up, and said “Remember Sam, I owe you one….and I always make good on my debts.” “Forget it dude,” I said, “I was glad to help you out.” I was getting hungry, my doughnuts and orange juice having long wore off. “Hey,” I said to Caleb, “you wanna go get something to eat?” Back to his shy self, Caleb looked down at the ground. “I can’t,” he said in a low voice, “I have do some stuff for Gram…” “That’s cool,” I said to him, “I’ll see ya Monday at school.” Caleb half-smiled, got into his car, and drove away. I was almost the back door of my house when I heard a car pull in the drive-way. I walked around the corner of the house, and saw it was Caleb. He got out of his car and began walking up the drive. I met him half-way. “What’s up,” I asked him. With his hands in the pockets of his overalls, Caleb was looking at the ground. “Do you ever work out, Sam?” he asked me. I was kind of surprised by the question. “You mean, like with weights and stuff,” I answered back. “Yes,” he said. “Yeah,” I said back, “usually a couple times a week, at school….why?” “Uhhh,” Caleb replied, his hands still in his pockets and still looking down, “I uhhh….I have some weights at my house, and uhhhh…..if you ever want to work out together I uhhhh…I think it’d be fun….” “Man, I’d like that…,” I said without even hesitating, “I’ve been wanting to get some equipment, but my dad said I have to but it myself…and something more important always comes along…yeah, I’d like that.” “Good,” Caleb said, finally looking up at me, “just let me know whenever you want to…” “How about tomorrow,” I said, again without hesitation. “Ummm, yeah sure,” Caleb said with a surprised look on his face, “I get home from church about 12:30, so how about around 2:00?” “That’ll work,” I said to him, “see you then…” Again, a smile came to Caleb’s face. “Yeah,” he said smiling, “see you then.” I didn’t accept Caleb’s invitation because he didn’t have any friends and I felt sorry for him. I accepted because there was something about him that I really liked, and I did want to spend more time with him. And the added bonus of getting to do some weight work was sweet!

I got to Caleb’s house a little before 2:00. His grandmother answered the door, still in her “church” clothes. She asked me in, then pulled me into her and hugged me tight. “I can’t thank you enough for all you’ve done for Caleb, Sam Miller,” she said. “He doesn’t have many friends,” she went on, “and you have been just the sweetest thing to him…” Her voice was starting to choke up and she pulled away. “It’s been my pleasure, Mrs. Brookeover,” I said to her, remembering the manners I had been taught, “really.” “Well, thank you,” she said again, going into the kitchen. She came back into the living room, carrying a large white box. “This is just a little something to show my appreciation,” she said, smiling, “I hope you like chocolate…” I opened the lid of the box and inside was a three layer chocolate cake. “Wow!” I said, genuinely excited, “it’s really my favorite, Mrs. Brookeover…thank you.” “No, Sam Miller,” she said, still smiling, “thank you!” “Now I know you’re not here to talk to an old woman,” she said to me, “Caleb’s in the shed out back…he likes to call it his ‘work-out room’…” “You can go out the back door,” she said, pointing to an outside door in the kitchen, “you boys have a good time…” I went out the back door, and walked the short distance to the shed. It was fairly good sized, probably 15-20 feet square. The shed sat along the back of the property line, perpendicular to the house. There was a door at one end, but I could see any windows. The closer I got to the shed however, I could hear the hum of a window air conditioner. I got to the door of the shed and saw it was slightly ajar. I knocked a couple of times, and this pushed the door about half-way open. Cool air rushed out, and it felt good hitting my body. I stuck my head in, looking around to find Caleb. About half-way down the right side wall I saw him sitting on a weight bench shirtless, his back to me, with weights and the bar lowered to his shoulders. Caleb’s shoulders, arms, and back were a flow of ripples, leading to a very narrow waist. “Wow!!” I thought to myself, “I had no idea….” I waited until Caleb put the weights back in the holder before I made a noise. “Hey, man,” I said loudly, just as he lowered the bar. Surprised, Caleb jumped up and turned around. If I thought his back was impressive, Caleb’s front was amazing. He didn’t have his glasses on, and Caleb’s dirty blonde hair hung low into his eyes. Without his glasses, I could see Caleb’s high cheekbones and I noticed his strong jaw line. His pecs looked hard and defined, and his nipples were erect. The muscles in Caleb’s stomach started just below his pecs, and were a well sculpted eight-pack. Caleb’s waist was narrow and sleek, with a perfect-formed “V.” His baggy shorts hung low on his hips, and a dirty-blonde treasure trail started at his navel and disappeared into the waistband of his shorts. Instinctively, I noticed a bulge in Caleb’s crotch area. “Dude, you are fuckin’ ripped!!,” I said, thinking it was to myself, but actually saying it out loud. Embarrassed by what I had just said, Caleb nervously began looking around for his shirt and glasses. He didn’t say anything to my embarrassing compliment. Caleb fumbled around on a table beside the weight bench, and found his glasses. Hurriedly he put them on. Almost frantically, he looked around again for his shirt. Finally, he saw it on the opposite side of the shed, and hurriedly walked to get it. “Hey,” he said, ignoring my earlier comment and pulling his T over his head, “I was getting a little head start…hope you don’t mind…” “Not at all,” I said, embarrassed myself by what had come out of my mouth this early in the game. I walked around the shed admiring all of his equipment, “You got some real nice stuff here, Caleb,” I told him. “It was my dad’s,” Caleb said in a low voice, “it’s all that I have left of him. Sensing he didn’t want to talk about his parents, I didn’t push him any further.

Caleb and I worked out for almost two hours. About a half-hour into the workout, I pulled my shirt off and threw it on the floor of the shed, hoping Caleb would follow suit. He didn‘t. At the end of the workout, I grabbed my shirt from the floor and pulled it over my head. “That was awesome, man,” I told him, “thanks for the invite.” “Anytime you want to come over, just let me know,” Caleb said, dividing his time between me and the floor. “You know I’ll take you up on that, bro,” I told him, smiling. I was headed for the door when I heard some movement behind me. I turned around and saw Caleb pulling his shirt off over his head.

Over the next few weeks, Caleb and I worked out a couple times a week. Between the time I was spending in the weight room at school and at Caleb’s, my body was getting in great shape for the coming season. I was usually at Caleb’s one day after school and on Sunday afternoon. On this particular week, I saw Caleb at school the day before our scheduled workout and told him I was going to be about an hour late the next day. I had to run some errands for my mom. As usual, Caleb avoided eye contact, and looked at the hall floor most of the time. During seventh hour the next day, I got a text from my mom. She said she had taken care of the errands and I could go to my workout as planned. I tried to find Caleb after school to tell him, but by the time I got to the parking lot his car was already gone. Getting into my car, I drove to the convenience store, grabbed a protein shake, and headed over to Caleb’s.

I parked in front of Caleb’s house as usual, and began walking around the house to the backyard. As I passed by the kitchen window, I saw Mrs. Brookeover standing at the sink. She saw me, smiled, and waved. I smiled and waved back. When I got to the shed, the door was closed as usual. I could hear the hum of the window air conditioner, working overtime on this hell hot afternoon. I reached for the door handle, turned it, but the door was locked. “Weird,” I thought to myself, “it’s never locked.” I tried again, thinking maybe I hadn’t turned the knob far enough. Nope, it was definitely locked. I knocked a couple of times on the door, but no answer. I figured that the noise of the air conditioner drowned out my knocks. Or, maybe Caleb wasn’t in the shed. I walked around to the back of the shed, where the only window was located. Standing on my toes, I looked into the shed through the top half of the window. The bottom half was filled with the air conditioner unit. I stood to the left of the unit and looked inside. There were no lights on in the shed, but the window provided enough for me to see in. I didn’t see anything. I moved around to the right side, and peered in. Inside the shed, the weight bench was located just to the right of the air conditioner, but slightly toward the center of the room. Caleb was sitting on the bench, an open magazine laid out before him on the opposite side. He was rubbing his crotch through his workout shorts.

I watched as Caleb turned the pages of the magazine with his left hand, while continuing to rub his crotch with his right. He would stop for a couple of minutes on certain pages and flat-palm rub his growing bulge. I saw Caleb glance down at the watch on his wrist, then turn back a few pages in quick succession. I looked at my watch too, and it was twenty-five minutes until I was supposed to arrive. I watched as Caleb found the page he was looking for, took off his glasses, laid them on the shed floor beside him, and leaned back against the bench bar. With his left hand, Caleb pulled up the left leg of his baggy workout shorts. His right hand reached in, and slowly pulled out his cock.

I had been standing on my toes for almost fifteen minutes, and my toes and the balls of my feet ached from the pressure. I wasn’t about to let myself down and miss what was about to happen, so I alternated standing on one foot, while the other rested.

Regaining my stance, I concentrated on the scene before me. Caleb’s cock was of average thickness, probably 5-5 ½”, but it was a nice length. Although the first few base inches were hidden inside his shorts, what Caleb held in his hand was a good 6-6 ½. The head of his cock was slightly red, probably from all the rubbing he had been doing, and glistened with the wetness of pre-jizz. I watched as Caleb, with his cock in his hand, slapped it twice on the weight bench beneath him. Each time he slapped his cock against the bench, Caleb would close his eyes and tilt his head back slightly. With each slap, his cock seemed to grow in length. I could see pre-cum dripping from the head of Caleb’s cock, and forming a small puddle on the bench. With his hand, Caleb pushed his cock down and slid it through the puddle. Slowly, he jacked his hard cock back and forth, concentrating on the pictures before him. Soon, Caleb’s left hand went to the bottom of his T, lifted it up, and began rubbing his hard stomach. His hand disappeared higher up into his shirt, and its outline appeared around his hard pecs. Each time Caleb’s dripping cock would form a puddle of pre-jizz, he would slide his cock through the jizz, then continue pumping.

I watched transfixed as Caleb began to slowly move his hips forward on the bench, fucking his hard cock into his hand. His shaft was rigid and shiny from the jizz lube, and seemed to grow each time he fucked forward. As if sensing it was almost time for my arrival, Caleb began to speed up his pumping. He brought his hand down from his chest and began rubbing the balls that were hidden inside his shorts. I watched as Caleb slowed his jacking, then hard pumped his cock four or five times. His mouth was open and his eyes were wide as he threw his head back, tossing his dirty blonde hair out of his face. Caleb stopped, and I saw his leg muscles tighten as his feet pushed hard against the floor of the shed. His hard stomach was moving in and out in hard, short breaths as his hand gripped his cock tight. Three short pumps, seconds apart, let lose the first shot of cum which flew easily past Caleb’s head. A second, third, and fourth pump, each followed by blasts of jizz, flew in the same direction as the first. Caleb’s head was still tilted back and his eyes closed, as he pumped out two more smaller shots. His stomach continued to make short, hard movements. A few minutes later, Caleb leaned fully back against the bench bar, his body now totally relaxed. His cock, now losing its hardness, continued to lay outside the left leg of his shorts. The weight bench was still shiny from the puddles of pre-jizz Caleb’s cock had made.

My own cock was hard and aching, and I needed release. I couldn’t take the chance of unloading in broad daylight behind the shed, so I quietly made my way the back door of Caleb’s house. I knocked, and when Mrs. Brookeover answered the door I asked if I could use her bathroom. Three minutes later I shot my own load, hard and fast. Two minutes later, I closed the back door and headed out to the shed for my workout with Caleb.

Caleb had told me previously that he tried to work out every day, usually in the evening. He said that his grandmother was usually went to bed around 8:00, so he would finish what homework he had, then head out to the shed. Over the next week, I decided to see if Caleb was doing another type of workout. Around 8:30 each night, I would park my truck a few houses down from Caleb’s, then walk down the alley behind his house, to his backyard. True to form, each time I got to the window of the shed, Caleb was either starting, or right in the middle of, his slamming session. Watching Caleb’s hard, defined body, his dirty blonde hair falling into his eyes, then jerking his head to get it out of the way, and his hand gripping his rigid long cock, was the highlight of my day. It was while watching those sessions that I thought of a way Caleb could “make good” on his debt.

It was Sunday afternoon, a week and a half after I had first seen Caleb jacking in the shed. I purposefully told Caleb I was going to be about an hour late, hoping I would catch him in a session. To ensure the success of my plan, before I left my house I threw a Hustler magazine I had got my Skyler, my sister’s boyfriend, into my bag. I headed over to Caleb’s, parked my truck out front, and went to the shed in the backyard. I turned the knob on the shed door, and sure enough, it was locked. I walked around to the back and looked in the window. Caleb was sitting on the weight bench, a magazine laid out before him, and had just pulled out his cock. I waited for a few minutes and watched as his cock grew from the pulling. I saw as his cock head began to grow wet, as pre-jizz oozed out. As Caleb’s right hand slowly jacked his cock, and his left hand went up under his shirt, I decided it was time.

I grabbed my bag and headed around to the shed door. I knocked four times, loud, waited a few seconds, then knocked loudly again. Over the hum of the air conditioner, I head movement inside the shed. I waited a couple of minutes, then knocked loudly again. I heard the lock turn on the door, then it opened about a foot. Caleb was looking out of the door, and his glasses were off. “Oh….hey Sam,” Caleb said, his breathing a little hard, “I…ummm…I thought you were going to be late….” I pushed the door with my foot a little, and Caleb stepped out of the way. “Yeah,” I said looking around the shed, “I got finished sooner than I thought.” I walked into the shed, dropped my bag, and headed over to the weight bench. I looked down and saw a small puddle of pre-jizz Caleb had leaked out. Smiling, I looked at Caleb and said, “so….you ready?” “Ummm….yeah,” Caleb said in his usual low voice, “let me get my glasses.”

Caleb talked less than he had during our other workouts. He seemed distracted and having a hard time concentrating. I figured he was horny and frustrated because he hadn’t been able to finish his jack-off session. Toward the end of our workout, I was sitting on the bench and Caleb was leaning against the table, having just spotted me. “So, Caleb,” I said, putting my plan into motion, “can I talk to you about something?” “Ummm…yeah,” he said in his low voice. “I’ve been thinking about what you said after I helped you get your car fixed,” I began, “you remember…?” “I think so…,” Caleb answered back. “…about how you owed me,” I went on, “and how you always make good on your debts….” Caleb looked away from me and looked down at the shed floor. “Sam,” he said, “I don’t have any money yet, it’ll be….” “I don’t want money, Caleb,” I said, cutting him off. “I have something else in mind…”

Caleb looked back at me when I said this. “Ummm…what?,” he asked. “What I want, Caleb,” I said slowly, “is your dick…” Caleb looked at me with a puzzled look on his face. “What?,” he said, “I don’t understand…” “I want to jack you off, Caleb,” I said, looking at him, “I know you like jacking off, and I want to help you with it.” Caleb looked at me stunned. “How do you know….,” he said looking at me. “Bro, you’re a healthy teenage dude,” I told him smiling, “we all like it!” Caleb stood there, looking back down at the floor of the shed. “Sam,” he finally said, “I can’t do that…it’s not right…” “Look, Caleb,” I said, “I consider you my friend…we’re friends, right?” “Yeah,” Caleb said in his low voice. “And friends can talk about anything, right?” I asked him. “Yeah…I guess so,” Caleb said back. “So let me ask you,” I said, “you like jackin’ off, right?” Caleb didn’t answer. “And it feels good, right?” I went on. Again, no answer from Caleb. “So if we’re friends, and you like jackin’ off, and it feels good, why not let a friend help you feel good…?” Caleb still didn’t answer, but he did raise his head to look at me. Although he was silent, from the look on his face I could tell he was thinking. I also noticed a bulge in his crotch that hadn’t been there before. “And,” I added, “you did say you owed me….and that you always make good on your debts…”

A few minutes passed as Caleb and I looked at each other in silence. He would look down at the shed floor, then back at me. Finally, Caleb said something.  "Sam," he said, still with a puzzled look on his face, "I thought you had a girlfriend..."  "I do, Caleb," was all I said to him.  After a few more minutes, Caleb pushed himself away from the table, and walked over to the shed door, and locked it. He walked back to the table and leaned against it. “Okay,” he said in his low voice, “you can do it…” In the time Caleb had walked over to the shed door and back to the table, the bulge in his crotch had became noticeably bigger. Figuring I wouldn’t need the Hustler magazine in my bag, I scooted off the bench, and got on my knees in front of him. It was evident Caleb was unsure what to do with his hands. First, he put them behind his back. Then he moved them and let his hands hang at his side. Finally, Caleb put his hands on the table behind him, on either side of his body. I looked up at Caleb as I reached for the front of his shorts. His eyes were closed.

As my hand touched the bulge in Caleb’s shorts, his body flinched. “Relax, dude,” I said to him, “just relax…” My palm moved over his bulge, and I felt Caleb’s cock move and grow. I could hear him suck in his breath as my hand closed around the outline of his cock. With my left hand, I went to Caleb’s right leg, and moved my hand under the leg of his shorts. Moving my hand up his leg, I felt something wet and sticky. Going up farther, my fingers soon touched the head of Caleb’s cock, sticking out of the leg of his boxers. His body stiffened as my fingers rubbed his cock head and the exposed shaft. “Ahhhhh,” Caleb breathed out in a low moan. With my first two fingers and my thumb, I rub over the slit in his head. Pre-jizz flowed out, coating my fingers. I could hear Caleb breathing hard above me. I removed my hand from the leg of his shorts, and brought both hands to the waistband of Caleb’s shorts. I looked up at him, and Caleb’s eyes were still closed. Grabbing both his shorts and his boxers by their bands, I slowly pulled down. Caleb’s body at first relaxed, then stiffened again, as the top half of his long shaft met the cool air of the shed. It was all I could do to not bend forward and start licking the exposed shaft. I pulled his shorts down further, then out and over the head of Caleb’s cock. Free from the constraints of his shorts and boxers, Caleb’s cock bounced up to a 45 degree angle. A thin string of pre-cum, running from his cock slit to his leg, broke free in the process. Pushing Caleb’s shorts and boxers to his ankles, he instinctively stepped out of one side, then moved his legs farther apart.

Caleb left his T-shirt on, and the dark blonde treasure trail that started at his navel disappeared under his T. His trail led to a full bush of dark blonde pubes, that wrapped around his shaft and continued to his balls. Looking full-on at Caleb’s cock, I watched as it twitched in front of me. I reached my hand up to touch it, and felt a shudder go through Caleb’s body. I looked up at him. Caleb was now looking down at me, his eyes fully open. Somewhere in the process, Caleb had removed his glasses, and he stared at me with greenish gray eyes. I wrapped my right hand around the shaft of Caleb’s cock, and slowly began to jack. On the first forward jack, Caleb let out another low moan as a significant amount of pre-cum flowed out of the head. I caught the dropping ooze with my left hand, brought it to the head of Caleb’s cock, and rubbed it around. I could feel his body stiffen more, and his hands press down harder on the table. It seemed like Caleb’s cock grew harder and longer each time I jacked. A good 8”, his cock seemed to grow the more I pumped. True to his personality, Caleb didn’t talk while I jacked him, other than the occasional “ahhhh.” However, his moans were almost ongoing and sometimes appeared to be whimpering.

As I began to jack his cock a little faster, Caleb moved his legs farther apart. He also began to move his hips forward, fucking his cock into my hand. With his balls continually producing pre-jizz, I alternated rubbing the ooze around Caleb’s cock head and his balls. Each time my hand would touch his balls, Caleb would fuck my hand harder and more pre-jizz would flow out. Each time I would look up, Caleb would be looking at me. His long dirty-blonde hair would be hanging in his eyes. His jaw would be set and his nostrils flared.

My pumping had become faster, and Caleb eased off the hand fucking. His balls began to draw up in their sac, and I knew he was getting close. Caleb moved his legs even farther apart, and he began to push down hard on the table. More pre-cum was flowing out of his hard cock than before, and his moans were ongoing. Suddenly, Caleb’s body tensed and his breathing became harder than ever. “Sam…Sam…,” he panted, “you have to move….I’m gonna….” I had no intentions of moving, and pumped his steel hard cock faster. “SAM…,” Caleb almost yelled as he was panting, “I can’t stop it, Sam….I...CAN’T…STOP…!!!!”

Caleb’s cock erupted in rocket shots that splashed against my forehead, cheeks, and chin. After the fourth shot, I pushed my mouth onto the head of Caleb’s shooting rod, and jacked the remaining loads into my mouth and down my throat. Caleb’s cock hardened more as soon as it touched my lips and passed into my mouth. As if it was revitalized, his cock pistoned out three more hard shots. This last move sent Caleb into orbit. “WWHHAATT?!?!,” he yelled out, “AHHHH MAAANNNN!!!!!” I looked up at him, his cock in my mouth, and his eyes were half-closed and his mouth open. Caleb’s hands never left the table, but his hips instinctively pushed forward, sending his cock down my throat. I felt more cum shoot out of Caleb’s shaft, and slide down to my gut. His body remained tense, and his breathing short and hard, as Caleb’s hips and my throat milked out the last remaining drops of his load.

Exhausted, Caleb slid down onto the floor of the shed as I pulled my mouth off his cock. His long dirty-blonde hair hung over his eyes, and his chiseled chest heaved in and out. I got up off the floor, and sat on the weight bench in front of Caleb. Finally, he looked up at me, pushing his hair out of his eyes. “Sam….,” he started to say, then he stopped and looked down. I sat on the bench without saying anything. Finally, Caleb looked up at me again, with a grin on his face. “Wow,” was all he said.

Caleb and I remained friends and continued working out a couple times a week. Although he “made good” on his original debt, Caleb kept insisting he still owed me, so I kept collecting. After graduation, I went to college and only saw Caleb a few times during his senior year. He had become more outgoing, smiling more, and had made quite a few friends. I saw Caleb once more before he left for college. I had come home for the weekend because Caleb’s grandmother was throwing him a graduation party, and had specifically asked me to attend. Their small house was filled with people. Towards the end of the night, Caleb caught my eye and motioned for me to follow him. He went out the back door and headed for the shed. Once we got to the shed door, Caleb looked around to see if anyone was watching, then unlocked it. I followed him inside, and Caleb closed the door and locked it. I turned around and saw him standing with his back against the door, massaging his crotch. I walked over to him, got on my knees, unbuttoned his shorts, and pulled them down. As he felt his long hard cock slide into my mouth and hit the back of my throat, Caleb put his hands on my head. A long sigh escaped his lips, as Caleb slowly began to move his hips forward and slow-fuck my mouth. “Yeah,” he moaned low, “this is what I’m gonna miss….” I felt his hands grab hard in my hair, and his body tense, as Caleb’s cock pushed beyond the back of mouth and slid down my throat.