Straight High School Cock--Travis--Part I

This one's a two-parter...and I hope you enjoy it!  I'll be posting part 2 in a few days.  Then...it's time for Straight College Cock!


Travis Brown was one of those guys who was always in trouble in school; mostly for fighting. I think he spent more time in detention and out-of-school suspension than he did in the classroom. I learned to steer clear of Travis in 6^th grade, when we played on the same little league team. I had missed a fly ball, which cost us the game, and Travis had jumped me after the game. He pummeled me with his fists, and the coaches had to pull him off. A couple weeks later, Travis got me again. This time, he said, because he was “bored.” Our moms were in the same church club, and were always trying to get us to be friends. But Travis and I ran in two different circles, and there was no way that was going to happen.

About half-way through my senior year, my mom sat me down and asked a favor. A big one. It appeared that Travis was flunking three subjects, English, Math, and History, and he wouldn’t be able to graduate unless he got a passing grade in each. I was in honors classes in all those subjects, and my mom wanted me to tutor Travis. “I know how you feel about Travis,” she said hesitantly, “but you only have to tutor him in one…and Barbara (Travis’ mom) said she would pay you whatever you asked…” “Mom,” I began, trying to think of a way out, “I really would rather not…I just don’t think it’s a good idea…” “I know Sam,” she said, “it’s just that your dad and I are so proud of you and everything you’ve accomplished, and it would be so nice if you could help somebody out who’s not as lucky as you…” Oh great, the guilt trip. Wow. I knew that my parents were proud of me, and because of that pride they let me have a lot of freedom that other guys didn’t have. I sat there for a few minutes thinking it over. “All right,” I finally said, with a big sigh, “but just ONE subject.” My mom smiled real big, got off the sofa, walked the few steps to the chair I was in, and gave me a big huge. “Oh Sam,” she said, her voice almost choking up, “how did your dad and I get so lucky…” Weird.

Although I saw Travis around school, when he was there, we probably hadn’t spoken ten words to each other in the six years since we’d played baseball together. He wasn’t an ugly guy. Travis was probably six foot, 170 pounds, and had really blonde hair and blue green eyes. But like I said before, we ran in two different circles. Travis had his “gang” he hang out with, and seemed to be the leader. One thing I did notice about Travis whenever I saw him, unlike most of the guys he hung out with, Travis appeared to always be really clean. I mean, his clothes were always clean, his hair was always clean, and he didn’t have that scruffy look that his friends had. I guess you could say he looked like the all-American guy, but didn’t act like it.

Three days after my mom talked to me, I went to Travis’ house after school. He lived in a nice area of town, and his house had good “curb appeal.” I parked my truck in the drive-way, walked up the sidewalk to the door, and rang the doorbell. Mrs. Brown answered the door, and got a huge smile on her face when she saw me. “Sam,” she said, opening the storm door, “I can’t tell you how much Travis’ dad and I appreciate what you are doing.” “I’m happy to help out, Mrs. Brown,” I said, lying through my teeth. She closed the door behind me, turned around, and gave me a big hug. “Thank you,” she said in a soft voice, “thank you.” When Mrs. Brown released me from the hug, she was sniffing. “Umm…Travis is up in his room,” she said, her voice almost cracking, “it’s the third door on the left.” I walked up the staircase and down the hall to Travis’ door. I expected there to be loud music coming from his room, but it was quiet. I knocked a couple of times, waited, then knocked again. I heard some movement behind the door, then a voice said “just a minute.” I waited for a few more minutes. More movement, then, “it’s open.” I opened the door, walked in, and saw Travis walking out of his closet. He half-grinned when he saw me. “Miller…so you’re the lucky bastard, huh?” It was December, and Travis was wearing sweat pants. I noticed Travis wasn’t wearing any underwear beneath his sweat pants. I also noticed the tell-tale sign of an erection on its way down. Interesting, I thought to myself. “You ready to get started,” I asked him, not even acknowledging his opening greeting. “Yeah, man,” he said, walking towards his desk in the corner of the bedroom, “I already set some shit up over here.” I walked over to Travis’ desk, walking by his open closet. As soon as I got to the door of his closet, a strong familiar smell hit my nostrils. It was cum. Putting things together…Travis waiting before he let me into his room, his post-erection when I walked in, no underwear, and the smell of jizz coming from his closet…I deducted that Travis had been in the final stages of jacking off when I got to his room, finished up, pulled on some sweat pants, and threw his cum rag into the closet. Maybe this wasn’t going to be such a bad gig after all.

I was really surprised at Travis’ attitude during the first session. He was actually nice. He also showed some respect for his parents. “I’ve fucked up a lot and put them through a lot,” he said, “it’s time I grew up.” He also told me he planned on joining the Marine Corp after high school, and needed to graduate in order to join. Travis told me his parents had grounded him until he brought his grades up. He said he couldn’t see his girlfriend, couldn’t hang out with his friends, and could only go to school and church. “But,” he said, “it’s cool…I deserve it…it’s my own fault.” I had to admit I was kind of impressed. But, I was more side-tracked on the scenario that had likely been playing out before I got to his room. I had visions of Travis jacking his cock, rubbing his balls, then shooting his load into a sock or the underwear he’d been wearing. And I spent a lot of time stealing glances at his crotch.

Travis told me his parents wanted me to come three times a week. It was winter and I had no sports going on, so I told Travis that would work. I had to admit, I was looking forward to working with Travis, and seeing exactly where this whole thing would lead. There were a few things in my favor: being grounded, not seeing his girlfriend, being a typical horny 17 year-old guy, and the likelihood that I’d already almost caught him jacking off. It was definitely going to be interesting.

Things went smoothly with Travis the next few weeks, and there were no more “almost getting caught” incidences. The third week I was tutoring Travis, we had a big snow storm and there was no school. It was a Wednesday, and I called his mom to see if I could come over early than I normally did. “That’ll be fine, Sam,” she said, “you know Travis won’t be going anywhere anyway…just be careful.” I told her I would be there around 1:00 and hung up the phone. Because of the snow, I started out early. What normally was a fifteen minute drive, took me forty-five. I got to Travis’ house, and Mrs. Brown was waiting for me with the door open. “I told Travis you were coming early,” she said smiling, “but he had his ear buds in and his music up so loud, I’m not sure he heard me…go on up.”

I got to Travis’ door, knocked a couple of times, and there was no answer. I figured he was still listening to music, so I knocked again. Still no answer. I reached down, turned the door knob, and opened the door a little. I stuck my head in and looked around. Travis was sitting at his desk, his laptop open, watching porn. He was wearing track pants and a long-sleeve T. Travis had his cock pulled through the fly of his track pants, and he was slowly stroking it while he watched the porn. He still had his ear buds in. I stood there watching as Travis stroked his cock, then move his left hand to just under his T to rub his stomach. I watched as his mouth opened and closed slowly, and heard the moans escape. Travis’ head moved back slowly, as he watched the young blonde chick on his laptop screen get ass-fucked by a huge black cock.

I tried not to make any noise as I stood there watching Travis jack. I couldn’t really tell how big his cock was, but since he was slow jacking, every time his hand went down his shaft there was probably about 4-5 inches sticking out. My own cock was so hard, but I didn’t dare make any type of moves for fear he would either see or hear me. I stood there watching Travis slow jack his cock, and decided he was in no hurry to shoot. As I was watching, a plan began to form in my head. A plan that just might work.

Being as quiet as I could, and keeping an eye on Travis, I slowly backed out of his room. Being even more quiet, I closed his door. I looked at my watch. It was 1:30. Travis wasn’t expecting me until around 3:30 or 4:00. In his mind, this left him a long relaxing afternoon of watching porn and jacking off. I waited exactly five minutes, then knocked loudly on his door. No answer. I immediately knocked again, this time putting my ear to his bedroom door. At the end of my knock, I heard Travis say “Shit,” in a low voice. Then I heard clothes rustling and movement. I knocked again, and heard Travis say, “yeah, just a minute…” I heard movement again, and could tell Travis was walking toward the door. I stepped back just as he opened his bedroom door. Travis had a surprised look on his flushed face when he saw me. “Hey man…you’re early.” “Yeah,” I said, thinking how I’d interrupted his session, “since there’s no school I thought we could get it out of the way.” “Ummm…sure man,” he said, “come on in.” As Travis turned away from the door, I saw the large bulge in his track pants, and realized his erection had not yet gone down. As Travis walked ahead of me, I silently locked his bedroom door.

I followed Travis over to his desk, and he pushed his closed laptop back to make room for the books. We started the lesson, but Travis was having a really hard time concentrating. He kept shifting in his chair, and a few times his hand went to his crotch for adjustment. It was time to put my plan in motion. I sat back in my chair and looked at Travis. “Dude,” I said to him, reaching for his laptop, “I think we need to switch things up a bit…I found some equations online that might help you understand this better…” “Wait Sam,” Travis almost yelled, reaching for the laptop as fast as he could, “don’t open…” But he wasn’t as fast as me. Before he could stop me, I had opened Travis’ laptop and it immediately fired up to the porn sight he had been jacking to. “Whoa…dude…,” I said, half laughing, “is this why it took you so long to answer the door!” Travis didn’t say anything for a couple of minutes. He just stared at the movie on the screen. “Can you blame me, man,” he finally said, “I mean…I’m grounded, I can’t see Sarah, I can’t go anywhere but school and church…man I gotta get some kind a release…”

While my right hand was opening the laptop, my left hand had remained on my leg under Travis’ desk. Neither of us said anything as the porn played on the screen in front of us. Travis began shifting in his chair again, and I knew it was time. Slowly, I moved my hand from my leg and placed it on Travis’ crotch. “Dude,” I said, feeling Travis’ body flinch under my touch, “you’re still hard…” “What the hell are you doin’ man?,” Travis said, not taking his eyes off the screen, and not attempting to move my hand. I squeezed Travis’ crotch, feeling his cock jump under his track pants. “You’re hard,” I said to him again. Travis breathed in deep a few times, and I could feel his cock throb. Slowly, he let out his breath, and it was almost a moan. “Miller,” he said in a low voice, feeling my hand begin to rub the outline of his cock, “don’t start something you can’t…ahhhh fuucckk…”

Travis was breathing heavy as my left hand continued to rub the outline of his cock. I moved my right hand from the top of the desk, brought it to his crotch, and unzipped his track pants. Travis sucked in a deep breath, held it, then moaned it out as my hand reached into his pants and found his hard cock. It felt hot in my hand, and was slick and slimy from his pre-jizz. I pulled Travis’ cock through his zipper, and ran my thumb around the underhead and over his slimy cock slit. His cock jumped and thickened in my hand, and Travis let out a long low moan. Slowly, I ran my hand down his hard shaft, feeling his full bush at the base. Travis moaned again, and moved his legs farther apart in his chair. With my hand at the base of his cock, I slid my fingers down and cupped his hair balls. Travis’ cock jerked again, and pre-jizz flowed out of his slit and slid down to the top of my hand. “Fuucckk man,” Travis moaned, “duuddee…” My fingers rubbed under his balls, between him and his chair, and Travis moaned more as another flow of pre-jizz oozed out. I moved my hand back to his cock base, gripped, and slowly began to jack him.

Travis’ cock shaft was covered with pre-jizz, and my fist slid easily up and down. “Fuucckk…fuucckk…fuucckk…,” Travis kept moaning, as my fist slid up and down his wet shaft. Travis moved his hands to the arms of his chair, and began fucking my fist with his hips. His breathing became hard, and his chest moved in and out at a fast pace. “Don’t fuckin’ stop dude…,” Travis groaned out, “I’m fuckin’ close man…” I increased my speed with my fist. Travis gripped the arms of his chair harder, and his hips fucked hard into my hand. “Ahhh…fuucckk dude…fuucckk…FUUUCCCKKK,” Travis groaned hard and pushed his hips up harder. I slowed my jacking, and Travis stopped hand fucking me, and held his hips up hard against my hand. With one last loud “FUUUCCCKKK” Travis’ cock began to erupt.

When the first shot fired out of Travis’ cock and sailed past his head, I increased my jacking again. I looked at Travis, and he was staring at his cock, glassy-eyed and almost in disbelief, as shots of cum landed in his hair, on his neck, and the chest of his T. When he was finished shooting, the front of Travis’ T was sprayed with shots of jizz. I had been jacking his cock the entire time he shot, and when the shot was out Travis slumped down in his chair with his eyes closed, his body almost limp. He finally opened his eyes, and looked over at me. “Dude,” he said, still breathing a little hard, “I have never…damn!” I just smiled at him, and he leaned his head back and closed his eyes again. Travis’ cock was still rock hard in my hand. He opened his eyes again, realized I was still slow jacking his cock, and looked over at me. “Sam,” he said, half chuckling, “it’s never gonna go down if you keep jerkin’ it…” “I know,” I said, moving his chair back from his desk, and getting on my knees between his legs, “that’s what I’m counting on…”