Date: Tue, 12 Aug 2014 19:29:57 -0400 From: Robert Mooney Subject: Jodan Chapter 2 Bisexual, Highschool If you are not old enough to be reading this, please don't. If it's against the law for you to read sexually explicit material, please leave. If you enjoy the story, I have more to it. Positive comments are welcome at bwriter@gmail.com Jodan Chapter 2 Denny's parents returned around 11:30. Denny had gone to bed about an hour earlier and I'd been watching TV and dozing off and on. I walked home and went to bed immediately. I went to bed thinking of Gina, then Lana, but my dreams that night were of Denny. Uh Oh! The next day was Friday, and I awoke amazingly refreshed and raring to go. Two of my morning classes were shared by Lana, and I sat behind her in one. I had my head down when she came I think `cause next thing I knew she was there, about two seats in front of me, one isle over. Just as I was about to say good morning, the teacher called the class to order. Once that class was over, Lana discovered that I'd been in the class too, and scolded me for not letting her know I was there. "I was half asleep and really didn't see you were there until the teacher started the class," I lied. "Here we are, though, and if I'm not mistaken, we share Civics too. Care to join me?" She did and we were bored silly together for the hour. We talked briefly after class-mostly agreeing how boring it was- and headed for our third classes, which we did not share. I had English and she had...something. We agreed to meet for lunch, and went our separate ways again. An hour later it was lunchtime. She was waiting for me at the door with her lunch bag in hand. I, too, bring my lunch, which she noted and commented on. "Do you regularly bring your lunch?" she asked. "Yea, have you eaten the cafeteria food yet?" "No, that bad, huh?" "Let's just say its not the healthiest." We found a spot and settled in. We briefly compared lunches and began eating. "So, tell me about yourself," I said. "Well, I'm 16 and a half, was born in Boston, and have lived in New York, North Carolina, and California. We moved around several times because of my dad's work, until we settled in California. We lived in LA briefly, but finally settled in Ojai, where I grew up. What about you?" "I was born here and have lived here all my life. My dad did his shuffling around before he settled here, I guess. Do you have any siblings?" "I have a brother, Ozzie, who's 12 years old. How about you." "I'm an only child. My parents claim I was so perfect, they didn't need anymore, but in fact, my mom was in an accident when I was 10, and I think something happened so she can't have any more kids. "That's too bad," she offered. "Either that or, she's a really busy person, and an artist, and maybe feels one is enough." "Well, can't blame her there. May I ask about your last girl friend?" Here it comes, I thought to myself. "Well, we were happy together for about 4 months until she died of a brain aneurism one morning as she was getting ready for school." "How awful!" she said. "I'm so sorry!" "Yea, me too. She was pretty special. We were very good together." "How long ago did she die?" "Last spring." "No girlfriend now?" she asked hesitantly. "Not one since, no. " "How come?" "Have you seen the lot that's available? " She giggled. "Yes, I have. Most teenage girls are a handful." I bit my tongue. "My hand and I have become really good friends since then," I finally confessed, to see how she'd react. She laughed again, louder this time. "Most guys wouldn't openly admit that," she said. "If it helps, I've been in sort of the same boat. Maybe we should collaborate." "Collaborate?" I asked. She smiled. "Look, Jodan, you're a sexy guy..." "I am?" "Yea, you are. And I'm impressed enough to give you a try. Interested?" "Are we talking sex here?" I asked softly, for clarification. "Yes," she answered just as softly. "I'm not in the market for a boyfriend just yet, but I sure would like to play, and I think you'd be a good choice." "I feel the same way. I'm in!" She laughed and we silently continued eating our respective lunches for a bit. "Tell you what," she finally said, "Are you free this afternoon, after school?" "I can be." "Let me make a call or two. I think I'll have the house to myself for a couple hours today. Maybe we can rectify our mutual dilemma sooner, rather than later." She grinned. "Sounds like a plan!" I answered, and I'm sure I was blushing. She noticed, and giggled. "You're very cute, you know that?" she asked. "I do now." My afternoon classes were nothing to rave about. I was not in the daze I was yesterday--and wondered why-but the classes were just droll. Yesterday, I'd just met Lana, and had been fantasizing about sex from the moment I met her. Today, I'd experienced sex, a new and exciting variety and was more confident because of having experienced it. It was very libido-churning. Denny was intoxicating, I think is the feeling I felt last night. It's like a switch has been flipped on my entire being to where I now had experienced a taste of honey that I wouldn't soon forget. I was still titillated with the idea of fucking Lana, but I was anxious to experience boys again. I just knew that there was a lot more than just fucking, man to man, and I wanted to know about it...maybe even experiencing a little of it...or a lot. That's probably why I wasn't too upset when Lana ran into me after school and told me that plans had changed and she wouldn't have the house alone after all. "Well, waiting is." I replied. "There's no rush, though sooner than later would be nice." She looked at me funny for a moment, then smiled, "You're not like most boys, are you?" I grinned innocently, but replied, "Not at all." She pulled me to her quickly, kissed me briefly, and said, "I'll be in touch," and walked away. I watched her go and noted that she has a nice ass, and then wondered if I'd get to see Denny again this weekend. It was weird...getting it on with Lana seemed to be a go (but with girls, who know?). But what I craved was a boy, a guy, with a dick, and maybe learn a little something new in the experience. Walt found me as I headed towards my house. "What's up dude?" he asked, eyeing me closely as he walked beside me. "I almost got to play with somebody, but it got postponed," I replied. "But you look like you've already been laid." "I do?" "I know that look because I get to see it on myself once and a while, too." I smiled. "Well, I didn't get laid, but I did manage to get sucked." "Sweet!" Walt said as we walked along. "Sometimes a blow job is what is needed, without all the planning that fucking can involve. Who gave it to you?" he asked. "I'll never tell, but it was good," I teased. "It must've been a guy then `cause I have yet to find a girl who knows how to give a good b.j." I was shocked! "Have you let guys suck you off?" I asked. "Hell yes! Only guys know what a good blow job feels like, so, logically, they also know know how to give one. Hell! My cousin, the jock, taught me a lot, and sucks me off every time I see him. He's very cool, you'll have to meet him sometime. So, who's the guy?" he persisted. "Man, I'm learning a side about you I'd never seen coming!" I declared. "Yea, well, once you've had a taste of honey, it's hard to forget." "I know that's true," I blurted. "So, you have dabbled in mano e mano," he asked. "I'm not saying, but you've sure given me something to think about, my friend!" "You're welcome!" He said as we approached his street. "You wanna come over for a bit?" he asked. I did, frequently, but alarms were going off about my best friend. I looked him over, and evaluated that he, too, was thin, but not muscular, and that he was scruffy-looking, but quite good looking. Could I play sexy games with my best friend if it came down to that? He had that look in his eye that he'd suck my dick if I'd suck his. But, what if his man-dick was bigger than I could handle. Denny's was small, but very, very sexy. Walt could be hung like a horse, for all I knew. I don't know if I could perform my reciprocal responsibilities on a man size dick. But maybe I'd like it, too. Should I or shouldn't I? "Not right now," I replied, "but I'll come over sometime this weekend, or maybe later tonight," I added. "Any time, my friend. Any time," he said as he turn down his street "Later." I got home and no one was there. I looked for notes and found none, so figured that, wherever they were, they wouldn't be long. I went to my room, just as the phone rang. It was my folks, telling me they were going out to dinner and asking if I wanted to join them. I asked where they were going and Dad replied that they were trying the new Indian restaurant that had just opened recently. I passed and said I'd find something here and that I'd probably be going over to Walt's house for a while, since it was friday night. There was leftover pot roast in the frig, so I reheated some of that, then called Walt to see if he'd like some company. He said sure, so after eating, I took off for his house, about 2 blocks away. The walk over to his house was warm. Fireflies were everywhere. It struck me as being magical. When I reached his house, the door was slightly open. I rang the bell anyway. "It's open Jodan! Come in and close the door." He was on his knees in shorts and tank top, sweeping up a pile of dirt and broken glass. "What happened?" I asked as I came in. "I think I came down the stairs too hard. I sorta bounced off the table when I landed. Mom will not be happy!" "Do you need any help?" I asked. "Naa, let me through this away, and we'll go up to my room. `You want anything to drink? I've got Orange Crush. " "Oo, I could take one of those, I think." Orange cream anything is a major weakness of mine, always has been. He grabbed two and led the way to his room. "Where're your folks?" I asked. "I have no idea," he replied. "They'll show up eventually, though." Walt's room is like a tent, inside. For years, he's been adding and arranging bolts of old fabrics, at various angles, and thus creating a tent affect. It's very kool; I've always admired it and felt comfortable in it. Walt pulled out a covered brass bowl and took the lid off to some of the best pot around...at least he claims it is. I smoke it only when I'm here, so I have no other point of reference. I know it gets me buzzing regularly. We indulged with a pipe and were soon flying. "So, I was thinking about what we were talking about earlier," he started. "About what?" I asked, though I knew exactly what he was thinking about. "You know, trying new things." "Yea?" I said getting nervous. "Yea. My Mom and I were taking the other day about sexuality and how hung up everyone is about it." "Yea?" I repeated, obviously not finding my conversation voice yet. "And, I got to thinking, and like I said earlier, my gay cousin has given me a few things to think about, too. Anyway, I was thinking...are you alright talking like this?" he asked suddenly. "So far, so good," I replied. "OK then. I was wondering what being with a guy would feel like, but I don't know of anybody I would experiment with, but you..." "Me?" I asked. Did I mention that I was high? "Yea. How do you feel about the idea?" he asked, looking very nervous all of a sudden. "What would I have to do?" I asked. "I guess, whatever you want to do." "Would we have to get naked?" I asked. He laughed. "That would be a good place to start." "Well, Bud, I think I could do that much for the cause." "OK. Shall we?" We both lifted our shirts, in unison. No surprise, I mean I've seen him shirtless many times. Looking this time, though, I realized that I never noticed what a nice torso he has, thin and tightly muscled and definitely not skinny. Next, we unsnapped our shorts and dropped them. He was commando, but I had briefs, which upon seeing him in his glory, I felt was only right, and dropped them just after my shorts. As he stepped out of his shorts, he looked me over carefully. "You're beautiful naked," he said simply, moving toward me. "You are too," I said just before he stood right in front of me, dick to dick and nose to nose, and kissed me. He was actually a very good kisser, so much so, that we both started getting hard, and so close together, it felt weird and wonderful. He reached down to explore my crotch with his hand, and I did the same for him. He has a nice dick, and he's uncircumcised. His balls are low hangers and hairless. He handled me and mine with gentleness that I never would have expected from this best friend of mine. With his other hand, he felt me all over, my chest, my shoulders, my back, my ass. As he did so, I got the weirdest sensation when he massaged my ass. I tried my best to follow his lead, and found his ass to be firm and furry, and nicely masculine. He moaned when I touched him there and twitched when I explored in between his cheeks with my fingers. I brought both hands to his ass, spread his cheeks, exposing his hole, and fingered it, as I did to Denny. His hole was tightly shut, but he moaned when I went there. He pulled from our kiss and looked as though he was going to growl while I teased his most intimate spot. We locked eyes as I fingered him and he moved his hands to my ass, mimicking everything I'd been doing to him, very gently. I was in heaven with the sensations his fingers were giving me back there, but was not ready for him to put his dick in there. "I'm toying with the idea of having you dick me back there," he said softly, "but not tonight. I'd also like to sink my dick in your ass sometime, too, truth be told." "But not tonight," I added, still exploring his ass joyfully. He smiled. "Are you OK with this?" "Yea, I am," I confessed. It's interesting, the sensations I'm experiencing. I never noticed what a hot man you are. I'm impressed." "I've always thought you were kinda hot," he smiled. "And when my cousin told me about fucking, it was you I wanted to fuck, and to fuck me." "I'm honored," I smiled. "I do plan on tasting you in a minute, though, if that's OK with you." "That's fine with me. I just may sample your wares, too. I haven't decided yet." He suggested that we lay on the bed, but before he did, he locked his bedroom door. When he returned, he lay beside me, dick to dick again, and jacked us both at the same time and with one hand. It felt really good. He then rolled me onto my back and started kissing and licking my chest and my nipples. Again a new sensation! He continued down my chest until he reached the hard tip of my dick. He took the tip into his mouth, then released it and licked down my dick until he reached my balls. He hefted them with one hand, then licked them before sucking one into his mouth and rolling it around inside. When he finished, he looked at me. "I've only met one girl who would even attempt this, but my cousin gave me lessons on how to do it, and now it's one of my favorite things. With that, he sucked the other one in and gave it the same wet treatment. When he finished with that one, he lifted my balls and swathed his tongue down my perineum, almost to my hole. I really hoped he'd go there, but he didn't. He licked up again, licking my balls as he passed them, and licked up my cock until he reached the head. His hand left my balls and gently raised my cock until it stood vertically and his mouth descended onto me and soon engulfed me, his mouth tightening on me and creating a suction, down to my pubes. It was awesome! "Oh, Walt!" I cooed. He repositioned his body so that his dick was in front of my safe. I looked at it and reached for it, noticing the strength of it, and the softness of his skin there. His low hanging balls were resting on his leg and were dark and hairless. I wanted to taste them, so I did, with my tongue. He stopped on me momentarily, but when I continued, his ministrations on me intensified, so I also decided to be more active, and licked up his dick until I got to the head. It slipped into my mouth as if it belonged there. It was certainly bigger that Denny's dick, and extremely interesting on a whole different level from Denny. I liked the feel of it slipping over my tongue, back and forth. I liked the way it filled my mouth, and I wondered what it would feel like up my ass, though I kinda cringed at that thought, too. "Walt came first, with my eruption following closely. He was a little shocked how much I shot, but he swallowed the whole thing. I swallowed his, too, and it tasted different from mine...interesting! When we'd both finished, we continued sucking and touching and talking. "I was right," he said, "You are the right one to do this with." "I'm honored," I replied. "That was fun." "Yea, it was, wasn't it? "Is it OK," he began, "If I enjoy looking at you a little differently now?" "I don't know. I hope not." I reached over to kiss him, and he let me, without hesitation. We kissed for a fairly long time, stroking and groping while we did so. "You're a really good kisser," he finally said. "I hope you're in favor of doing this again sometime, Jodan." "That has possibilities, my friend, definite possibilities." ------------------------ If you like this story, please let me know. I'b bwriter@gmai.com