Date: Sat, 24 Feb 2018 21:22:02 +0000 (UTC) From: Tague Micheals Subject: Teenage Confusion III Answers "What" he said, taking my cock from his mouth? I felt the cold air against the saliva soaked flesh where his mouth had been. "I'm gonna cum really fast and I don't want to cum right away like that Scott. I want to suck on you too," I panted. He started to stand up so I had to step back a little bit, my cock still poking out like a stick. "It's probably just as well," he said as his hand did some obvious readjustment of his cock, "it was starting to hurt." I could see the bulge in his pants and could only imagine what it would be like trying to be sitting down with that thing growing in my pants. I reached for his belt and smiled, "Then perhaps we should let it out to stretch, give the poor thing room to move," I said, doing as he had done to me and unbuckling his belt. Scott didn't say a word but reached out himself and grasped back onto my cock while I opened up his slacks and fumbled around until I managed to get the front of his boxers down and let his cock loose. I took hold of the shaft and felt the warmth of him, the softness of the skin and the total firmness underneath it. My little heart was beating like crazy. With my pants still in place as they were and with my cock sticking out, I dropped to my knees in front of Scott and tugged his pants and underwear to his knees and simply looked at the thing before my eyes, taking it all in as I once again grasped onto his cock. "He's beautiful," I thought to myself, "it's beautiful." His long thick cock, his goose eggs sized balls hanging in their furry sac, the head that was the size of a medium nectarine and almost the same color, his thick patch of pitch black hairs, all of it is a work of art," I thought. And in that moment, in that three to four second span of time and thought, I knew. I knew for certain that this was who I was and what I was meant to do. I knew that I would never have sex with a girl or a woman and that my mother would probably be sad about that. I knew in my heart and in my brain that I was gay, for no straight boy could ever look upon the male organs with such reverent awe and desire. I leaned in close and held the shaft to my cheek and rubbed it gently against my skin, as though it were a piece of silk. My nose was in his hairs and I drew in the odor of him and, for the first time, sampling the musky fragrance of a male and wondering if I smelled like that down there too. I had put my other hand on his butt cheek, my fingers exploring the flesh and muscle there as I turned my head and kissed the side of his shaft, the first of thousands that I would bestow upon the magnificent staff of life during my lifetime. My breathing was becoming ragged, every nerve in my body tingled with intense sexuality. I was hot enough to cum right then and there without laying so much as a finger on my own raging hard cock. I continued slowly kissing up the shaft toward the head, my lips examining the texture of his cock skin and reveling in the newness of it. I finally got to the end and backed off a second to look at it, exploring for the first time close hand, what a cock head really looked like. Oh sure, I'd seen my own but obviously from a distance. This was a whole new experience. I looked it over carefully, noticing the roundness of its tip and the edges of it and how the edge at the back seemed redder than the rest of it. I saw the little bump like projections on its surface and wondered if I'd be able to feel them with my tongue. I looked at the large slit that he pissed and spermed from, the liquid that was coming from it then, clear and oozing. I raised the shaft slightly, seeing how the rim narrowed at the underside of the tip then flared out as it went around to the back. I thought about how it looked so much like that bad guy in that hit movie of a few years before, Darth Vader in Star Wars, and wondered if George Lucas had realized or even known what he was doing when he designed it. "Enough looking," I thought to myself as I pulled the shaft down, one hand behind the head and the other at the thick base of it, and moved my head toward the apple-sized head. I opened my mouth wide, pulled my lips over my teeth as Scott had done and closed my eyes as I took it into my mouth and closed my lips over it, Scott's gasp audible above me. Breathing through my nose, I allowed my tongue to feel the tip and to taste his precum, a salty taste registering in my brain. I moved forward, enclosing the entire head in my mouth and filling it, my lips feeling the rim of it, then I pulled back, all the while my tongue darting over the satiny soft flesh of his cock head. I moved my hand from the base of his cock to his balls and cupped them, feeling their size and weight as though they were fruit or vegetables, as I moved my head back over the rim of his cock, instinctively using pressure on my lips. I tried to get more of the shaft into my mouth but there wasn't a lot of room and I could envision myself choking on it and ruining the hottest moment of my life. I didn't want that. I wanted to keep sucking on his cock forever, loving the texture of the skin, the feel of it against my lips, my tongue and the inside of my mouth, the fragrance that it put out. Unfortunately my mouth began to get sore and I had to stop. "Sucking cock was going to take some practice," I thought to myself as I pulled it out of my mouth and looked at it again. I put it against my face again, my nose back in close to his pubic hair. I got an idea and lowered my head a little bit so that I was looking right at his heavy balls, the wrinkled and furry bag with its' oval shaped eggs right there for the tasting. I stuck my tongue out and licked the sac then nuzzled a wrinkle into my lips. I licked over onto the side of one of his balls, pushing the orb around as I did so and investigating a different texture of flesh. That made me wonder how many different types and textures of flesh the human body had. The fragrance of him was stronger down there, more intoxicating, and seemed to encourage me onward. But my knees were getting a little tired and my own hard cock was still under some pressure from the waistband of my underwear holding it in place. I finally stopped everything and stood up. Scott looked into my eyes and moved his head toward mine. I knew what was coming, how could I not. I had wondered what it would be like to kiss him that first night and I was about to find out. Scott tilted his head as he neared me and I held perfectly still for him. Just before his lips touched mine, I closed my eyes. Wasn't that the way it was spose to go, you closed your eyes when you kissed, waiting until the last moment just in case the other person wasn't really going to kiss you but do something else, like whisper in your ear or something. You kept your eyes open so that you didn't look like a fucking fool standing there with your head tilted to one side with your eyes closed and your lips all puckered out and waiting. But kissing is what Scott had in mind and when his lips touched mine I felt like melting. I didn't know what to expect so I was a little bit surprised at how soft and smooth they were. His lips moved gently against mine and so I mimicked him, moving mine around as well until he broke the kiss and pulled back. "You know what?" he asked quietly and without waiting for an answer he nodded his head in the direction behind me. I looked over my shoulder and laughed. There we were, standing with our cocks and asses hanging out, being all sexy in front of the whole world that waited on the outside of the huge plate glass windows. Fortunately we were the highest building for miles around so unless someone went by in an airplane or was looking through a telescope or something there wasn't a whole world to see us. It was still funny though. "Can we go to your bed?" I asked him and he nodded his head. We both pulled up our pants and held them in place and I followed him to his bedroom where we both pushed our lower clothing down and off while pulling the top part off then stood facing each other. I was still amazed at the size of his cock sticking out from his thin body. But I loved it. I went to him and got to my knees again. I discovered right off the bat that I liked sucking on his cock and wanted to do it again and Scott was more than willing to let me. I went right to it, pulling the shaft down and taking the fat swollen head into my mouth and moving on it just like I had done before. This time though I hand a hand on his butt and was squeezing and clutching at it which sort of encouraged him to move his hips a little bit, fucking his cock into my mouth. But like before, my mouth got sore pretty quick so I reluctantly pulled it out of my mouth and stood to face Scott. This time he pulled me to him and held me tight, one hand on my butt and the other on my back and pressed his lips to mine. I felt his tongue force its way into my mouth. I had heard about this before, this tongue stuff when you kissed, and at the time I thought it was kinda gross. Needless to say, I didn't feel that way then, my whole body all sexed up and ready for almost anything. Hell I would of licked his asshole if he'd of asked me to, not knowing that eventually I would almost beg to do that exact thing to some cute young thing. I opened my mouth and let him inside. My own tongue was a little bit shy at first, not knowing just what to do, but it soon got into the swing of things and began pushing back against Scott's. Scott was the one who broke the kiss and moved straight to my neck and began kissing and nuzzling in the soft flesh as he pulled me tighter to him, his hand squeezing on my butt. My whole body went limp almost from the feelings that were tearing through me and I held tight onto him so I wouldn't fall down. He stopped kissing and nibbled at my ear and the whole goose bump thing started going on causing me to shiver like I was standing in a freezer or something. My cock was mashed against Scott's firm belly, his own rock hard cock along side of it and pressed into me. "God Baby I want to fuck you so bad," he whispered in my ear. "You are so fucking hot baby boy," he said then went back to sucking on my neck. "Wow, hold the phone." I thought to myself. How in the hell had we gone from kissing to fucking me so goddamned fast? My eyes went wide open and I felt my little pooter clench right up as I thought about that baseball bat between Scott's legs, the one that had formerly been in my mouth and was now pressed against me, shoved up inside my ass. I had squatted over a mirror once and saw my asshole so I knew just how small it was and I could not in a thousand years imagine Scott's cock fitting inside that tiny little hole. Huh! Shows you what little I knew. Anyhow, I was pretty sexed up and was ready to try almost anything but getting fucked wasn't almost. Not by a long shot. I pulled away from him. "I don't think I'm ready for that yet Scott," I told him. He smiled and nodded his head. "I know Brian-now I was back to Brian and not baby-it's just how I felt, feel. Maybe some day we can explore that but not right now." My asshole relaxed considerably at that piece of information and Scott led me by the hand to the bed where we both stretched out facing each other. "Do you like kissing?" he asked me. I nodded my head so he leaned over and started kissing me again. He sort of rolled me onto my back and rose above me and just took over, kissing me and putting his tongue in my mouth and everything. He was propped up on his elbow and his free hand was rubbing on my belly and my chest, teasing my nipples and stuff. Then he went for my neck again and goose bumps came out on that one side and I moaned out and the feelings that were going on inside me. Fuck it was so sexy. My hand was along side me, between us so I moved it and found his rock hard cock and grabbed onto it and squeezed up and down it. Scott sort of pushed into it a little, like he was fucking or something. He stopped on my neck and moved down and kissed a nipple then started sucking on it. I never knew that my nipples were that sensitive but I sure found out in a hurry. As he sucked and licked on them, his hand moved down, rubbing my belly then down onto my thigh to my knee and back up again only on the inside of my leg. I spread my legs automatically for him but just as the back of his hand touched my balls he went back down. His fingers were doing a light touch, almost tickling me, teasing me. I really wanted him to touch my balls, to grab onto my cock, which was so hard by then that I thought the skin would rip open cuz it seemed to be stretched so tight. I could feel the precum leaking out and dripping onto my belly and getting cold as it pooled there. Scott moved again, kissing on my chest, then on my belly, moving down until my cock head touched his cheek. He turned his head at seemed like he was looking at my dick, maybe admiring it like I had done to his. Then I felt his hand cup my balls and squeeze on them at the same time he took my cock in his mouth. He lowered his head and took over half of me into his mouth then backed off and went back down again. I could feel my cock head hit the back of his throat and knew that since I was wound up like a cheap clock, it wasn't going to take very long at all before I squirted, and I couldn't keep quiet about it. "Ooohhh fuuuuck," I moaned as he bobbed his head there, my fingers on one hand rubbing in his hair while the other hand clutched at the blanket on the bed. "Oh god I'm gonna cum Scott, I'm gonna cum." He didn't move but sucked all the harder and his hand moved up to stroke on my cock and jack me while he sucked. "Ohgodohgodohgod," I cried out as I felt my cock thicken, the tickling feeling incredibly intense as the butterflies in my belly seemed go downward then fly up out of my cock. I rammed my hips in the air; I felt like I had to do something, I couldn't just lie there. I squealed as I came, feeling jet after jet of sperm blast out into Scott's mouth, and still he sucked onward until it seemed like the pulsing in my shaft was only the blood of my heartbeat. Scott stopped sucking but kept his mouth over the head and kept on slowly stroking my cock like he was milking a cow or something and trying to get every last drop of my milk out. I felt his tongue swipe across the tip of the head and it tickled so badly that I laughed and pushed his head away. He let go of me then crawled back up along side and kissed me hard on the lips. "So how was that Brian?" he asked, looking down into my eyes. I smiled at him the raised my head up and kissed him back as hard as he'd kissed me and I pushed my tongue into his mouth which surprised him I was sure. "It that a good answer? I asked him back. He said that it was indeed a good answer. I was feeling really lazy after all that exercise then cumming. I usually felt that way after I spermed but I was curious about Scott and what we were going to do about making him cum too. Scott must have sensed my after cum lazy feeling. "Feeling laid back, like taking a little nap?" he asked with a smile. I returned his smile and told him what I was thinking, that I wanted for him to cum too. "That's no problem if you're willing to try something, and I promise it isn't anything that will hurt you." I was curious but as long as he wasn't planning on jabbing me in the liver from the inside then I was okay with almost anything. "Sure. Okay," I told him. Scott said that was great. He reached into the drawer by his bed and pulled out a blue bottle, popped the top and poured a glob in his hand then slathered it all over his cock. When he was done with that he smeared some all around in my pubic hair and on my belly. "When I said that I wanted to fuck you Brian, I really meant it and like I said, maybe one day we can get to that point but for now, frottage will have to suffice." "Fra-what?" I asked him. And then he explained it to me, and it sounded like fun, as well as being painless. Hell, I'd done it to my pillow or my mattress more times than I could count. He told me if I hadn't cum already, it would be really hot for me as well but even though I had spermed out I might still enjoy it. He wiped his hand on a towel that he'd taken from the drawer then got between my legs and lowered himself on to me. He didn't really lay his weight all on me though, just enough to press his hard cock into my belly. Holding himself up with his knees and elbows and forearms, he began to move against me, his cock slipping easily between our bodies. Our faces were only inches apart, we looked into each other's eyes and he asked how it felt. Despite having just cum, my cock was still about half hard and the feelings going on as it slipped and slid alongside Scott's cock were making it go full hard again. That's what I told him. "Mmmm, great," he said. He kissed me repeatedly, short little kisses, backing off completely then going back in again. I found that kinda stimulating and slipped my arms around his neck to help direct his movements. I felt the movement of his hips change; his thrusting had more pressure and began tossing in some as side-to-side movements. Scott's breathing became a little more rapid and as it did, his kisses became longer and more pressured as well, his tongue working its way into my mouth. Low moans came from deep in his throat and I figured that it wouldn't be too long before he got off. "I think I'm gonna cum soon Brian," he breathed into my ear causing me to jerk. I didn't know just what it was but boy, breathing in my ear sent me through the roof. I started bucking under him as though we were actually fucking, pushing my waist and hips against him so that the pressure on our cocks was doubled. I was getting sexed up again, feeling like I could cum and hopefully at the same time that Scott did. If this was what fucking was going to be like, having him push against me, breathing into my face and neck, feeling the muscles of his body work on top of me well, I was definitely looking forward to it. At that moment, the thoughts of his big fat cock and my tiny little hole were pushed somewhere in the back of my brain. "Ooh fuck, oohh fuck Brian, it's almost there, oh fuck," he moaned and picked up speed, pushing faster and harder, grinding his hips around in circles, and side-to-side, anything to create more feelings. I was feeling it too, the hotness of it all and did my part to move underneath him and help give both of us the gift of a great sperming. He pressed his face into the soft crook of my neck and groaned out and I could feel the snake between us pulse as his cream oozed out between our bodies. I could feel it rising in my own body as well and went through the tense and release, tense and release of muscles down there that could help bring on a cumming, especially one that seemed like it wanted to take its time when you were ready for it now. Somehow my hands had made it down to his slender firm butt and I cupped a cheek in each hand and pulled him to me, trying to get him to keep humping against me as I came again, my sperm oozing out next to his and mixing together between our sticky bodies. It was the first time I ever came without touching myself and it was fucking great. We finally slowed down our movements and then stopped, both of us breathing fairly heavily. "Go ahead and rest on me Scott, I think that it'll be okay." He slowly relaxed onto me and I found that he wasn't that heavy and that I actually sort of liked having the weight of him on me. I didn't feel conquered or anything but sort of protected or something. We kissed again, those soft little kisses and I figured that they were after cum kisses, just little things that let each other know you were still there and thinking of them and didn't want to end things quite yet but didn't want to take it any further than that either. I would learn that there were all kinds of kisses and they all had different meanings. "I think it's time to take a shower, what do you think?" Scott finally asked. I agreed with him. I liked having him on me but not forever and besides our cum was getting cold. He rose up slowly and the lube and cum stuck to both of us, the stringy shiny strands connecting us. He eventually rolled of me then continued off the bed then reached out for my hand and pulled my up and into his arms. "Mmm," he smiled, "I like holding you Brian. You fit very nicely in my arms." I felt warm hearing his praises and snuggled in closer. After a moment of holding and rubbing each other we made it to his shower where we washed each other's back, and other parts as well. We talked as we washed, Scott being interested in my thoughts about the things we'd done and what I wanted to do about the future. I told him it was all great so far and if it was okay with him I'd like to spend time with him and learn more stuff. He reminded me that learn meant schoolwork as well, that we couldn't spend all of our time having sex or being sexy. I understood that but still in all I did want to continue my sex education now that I had a willing teacher, and a really cute one at that. Besides, how many guys out there had all that and a huge cock? Not many, I was willing to bet. "I think I should probably meet your mother," Scott said to me as we got dressed. "If I'm going to be helping you study she's going to be asking questions so we should get that out of the way." I agreed with him. I doubted I could keep meeting Scott without her getting suspicious and if she knew I was getting help she'd insist on meeting the person who was helping me. We decided that his meeting her as soon as possible would be best and he was leaving it up to me to set it up. The drive home was fairly uneventful and when he dropped me off he left right away. Mom was folding laundry and called out to me when she heard the front door close. I found her in her room and gave her a hug then she asked who I'd gone swimming with so early in the morning, since the public pool didn't open until noon. My mom trusted me pretty much so she wasn't being a bitch, or being a mom, she was just curious. So I told her about Scott, how I'd met him and how he'd been helping me a little bit with my studies-a tiny lie-and that we'd gone out to his parent's house in Woodridge and swam in their pool. "You should see their house mom, it's huge, a mansion like. The inside has lots of marble and stuff and sort of echoes when you walk down a hallway. The outside of the house has tons of gardens that look all fancy and stuff too. It was way cool." I let my self get excited about that part, hoping to deflect more questions but I was prepared for her anyhow. "So who is this Scott and why is he interested in helping a fourteen year old?" I explained how old he was, adding that he really looks like he's closer to my age. "He's really smart and is going to be a psychology doctor which is what he's taking in school. He said his dad raised him and his brothers to believe that people should always give something back to society, which was true, especially people who have more than others and boy, does his family have more than anybody I've ever met." Of course that comment made me think about his cock and how we'd spent the afternoon and fortunately my mom's eyeballs were somewhere else so she didn't see the smile that crept up on my face. "Anyway, he said he should probably meet you so that you don't think I'm hanging out with a weirdo or something. I have his phone number too and he said you can call him anytime you want to. He's really busy though and usually not even at home. He belongs to two or three study groups and when he's not actually in school he's studying." "So how's he going to find time to spend with you?" I explained what Scott told me, that he wouldn't be able to be like a tutor or anything but we could get together a couple of times a week, maybe, either at Borders or even at his apartment when his study group meets there or I can call him if I have a problem. "Well," she finally said, "I guess you should have him come over some time so I can meet him." She asked what I wanted to do for dinner, saying that she didn't really feel like cooking, and she had a little extra money that she could spend on a treat like going out to dinner. "One of the girls at work told me about a nice Moroccan place" she explained. "What do you think about trying something new?" I thought about it for a moment. "Sounds weird mom, how about pizza?" Things finally quieted down for me by seven thirty that night when I settled in to do my homework. Yeah, I tended to put it off. I managed to get through most of it but the experiences of the past twenty-four hours kept sneaking in and interrupting my thought processes. I was reading Huck Finn for English and the part about being naked with Jim on the raft made me think about Scott in the swimming pool. In health we were studying the human reproductive system so you know where I went with that and just the name Physical Science should be explanation enough. I finally gave up about an hour after starting and since it was close enough to when I usually went to bed anyhow I rationalized putting studying to the side. I flopped down on my bed and ran through the weekend in my head. First and foremost was the conclusion that I was most likely gay. That caused my tummy to tingle, like I was in really big trouble or something. Beyond that though were the things that helped me come to that conclusion. The thing with Alex had been fun and exciting and I wondered about the possibility of spending the weekend at his house the following weekend. I really liked him. He was cute, funny, had a terrific body, and I was sure that being alone with him would prove to be one hell of a lot of fun. Then I thought about the time I'd spent with Scott. The thing in the shower had been totally intense and then again at his apartment even more so. I'd actually gotten to suck a cock and have my first real blow job. I'd gotten to explore another guys cock and stuff which gave me a little more knowledge about my own stuff too. Scott's rubbing against me, and both of us cumming that way was dead on cool and I found out about nipples, and kissing and all kinds of stuff. And Scott wanted to fuck me. I thought on that for a bit, wondering again how in the hell he was going to get that big fat thing up my ass. I wondered how Scott would feel about me fucking him. Shit, I wondered how I would feel about it. Then my brain meandered to Alex and I wondered if his cock would fit better and not hurt as much. I rightly figured that since his was smaller and shorter it most likely would be easier for me so then I wondered about doing it with Alex first, just to find out. See, I wasn't against the idea of being fucked at all and in fact I wanted to try it. It's just that the thought of that huge thing of Scott's being forced inside of me that made me think twice about it. Of course, I had no idea about fore play making me so hot that it wouldn't be bad at all, but I was destined to find out. And then something occurred to me and it had to do with all that "shoving something up my butt" thing. What if I found something that I could put up there by myself to get an idea of what it might feel like? Sort of like a practice run you might say. I could use my finger or fingers, but that wouldn't be exactly the same cause they're so skinny and short. I knew about dildo's, that women used them mostly-I was pretty naïve- and for a moment I wondered if my mom had one and then that made me go "eeewwww". I didn't want to think of my mother being sexual in any way shape or form and so if she had one of those things I didn't want to know about and certainly I couldn't borrow it. That would be like incest for Christ's sake. "No," I reasoned, "There has to be something around the house that I could use." I wondered if there was anything left in my boxes of toys. I wasn't all that far away from playing with toys and still had a couple of boxes of stuff that boys collect and play with that sat on a shelf in my closet. I don't think I'd had either of them down in a year or more but I still wasn't prepared to just throw out all that stuff. You just never know when you'll want to be a little boy again, if only for an hour or so. I slid off my bed, grabbed the chair from desk and went to my closet where I managed to haul down a box. I set it on the floor and began going through it, stopping at one thing or another as games played, battles won, and other boyhood memories filtered through my mind. It was difficult to stay on task but I managed and fifteen minutes later I put the first box back and pulled down the second one. That one held most of my army stuff: little men, toy cannons and tanks, a broken toy 45 and such. At the bottom of the box I found what I was looking for. Well, I wasn't looking for what I found exactly, but something that would serve a specific purpose. I remembered using it for a missile, a small tower, a rocket ship and who knows what else. Made of silver metal, probably aluminum, it was about six or seven inches long and an inch thick with a rounded tip and blunt bottom. In a previous life it held a cigar, the bottom of the tube unscrewing to remove it. Now it was going to be promoted to the exalted status of practice cock. I chuckled to myself as I remembered the time, when I was smaller cocked, that I'd actually gotten my cock inside of the tube and let it hang there, a sort of silver penis extension. It had made me start to get hard and I got scared that my dick would get stuck inside of it and I'd have to go to the hospital or something to get it off so I pulled the thing off and never did that again. I put the box back, then the chair, and put the new toy in my desk drawer. In a different time, I'd have made myself get hard and held the tube next to it to see how they compared, but not then. If I hadn't already cum three times that day I might have been in a more experimental mood, might have actually done the test run that night, but I was fairly well spermed out and just thinking about being sexy wasn't enough to get a rise out of my dick. A warm body might have been able to get me excited, in fact it most likely could have, but mine was the only warm body in the room so I wasn't even really considering making the attempt. I decided to give my balls a rest and crawled into bed. The next few days were uneventful except that Alex found me at school on Monday and managed to maneuver me so that we were alone. "Saturday night was so much fun Brian," he whispered, looking around to make sure that no one was within hearing. "I never done that with other boys before and I swear I never cummed like I did with you. I so want you to spend the night at my house on Friday. Can you, do you think your mom will let you stay?" Man oh man was this kid wanting to be sexy. There was no mistake in his meaning at all and in my book that took a lot of balls. Remember Curly Watson. You had to be really careful theses days, talking about sex was one thing but Alex was practically talking about a date and almost begging me to be sexy with him. I felt my cock stir remembering what he looked like lying next to me, naked, stroking his fat cock and squirting his sperms out like he did. As he talked, I took the time to really look at him; his blonde hair, big blue eyes, smooth face and white teeth. I knew that girls were ga-ga over him but he seemed to pretty much ignore them. He looked around again then put his hand to the front of his Levi's and shoved his palm against them. "Fuck I'm betting a boner just thinking about it." Well, he wasn't the only one as my dick was coming alive as well. I hadn't jacked off that morning before school so was feeling a little on the horny side, horny being a newly discovered word that described the sexy feelings that I seemed to get about a thousand times a day. So, as we sat there, both catching wood, I decided to take a chance. "Yeah," I whispered back at him as I pushed at the front of my jeans to rearrange my stiffening cock, "me too. I wish there was some place safe to go jack off." I didn't need to say "together," because it was implied and Alex knew it. "I know, me too," he whispered back as the bell rang. He looked around again then leaned in and kissed me on the cheek really fast. "See you later," he said and took off at a run. That kiss did not help my physical condition one little bit. My next class was English Lit and since I was Mrs. Granson's pet, I decided I would be a little bit late to class. I made a quick detour to the boy's bathroom where, in a stall, I almost ripped my pants open to free my raging young cock. I shoved my pants and underwear down to my knees-you never shoved them to your ankles in public toilets-sat down quickly, pulled out a couple squares of shit paper and laid them on the tip of my cock head where my precum held them in place. With the vision of Alex's fat hard cock firmly in my mind and the memory of his recent kiss, I managed about a dozen strokes before I came and watched as the paper on my cock head turned dark and wet where my cum soaked into it. I had to quickly grab more paper before the stuff started oozing out and making the mess that I was trying to avoid. My belly was all tingly with that sperming, the extra risk of jacking off in a public bathroom along with the possibly being caught, enhancing the already intense feelings. Fuck I loved jacking off. I talked with Scott on the phone that night and we agreed that he would come to my house and meet my mother the next evening. The silver cigar tube lay forgotten in my drawer that night because it was quarter finals week and I actually got wrapped up in studying. Scott showed up about seven on Tuesday night and we all went through the mother-friend interview process, which turned out to be quite painless after all. I had already clued Scott into exactly what I'd told my mom so he could back me up and not trip me up. He didn't stay very long as he had a study group meeting at eight thirty but we still managed to get my mom to buy off on his mentoring me. "Yes, that's right Kathy- the Mrs. Silva address having been pushed out of the way right off the bat- my father firmly believes in giving back to the community. One of my older brothers is a pro bono attorney, my brother that's a doctor works one day a week at the free clinic, another brother is a YMCA coach a few nights a week. Helping Brian is my way of contributing although I wish I had more time to spare but I just don't." Question, question. "Yes Kathy, I do come from an upper class family. Yes, they were pioneers and pretty well built up this entire area." Question, question. "Yes, that's right, I'm working on a psych major and hope to get my doctorate." Question- "No, I haven't decided just what I'll do with it quite yet. I have another four years to go. Perhaps while I work on my Masters I'll decide on that." And so it went until Scott left, arrangements being made to meet him at Borders the following evening to work on trying to get my grade up for with my finals. I went to my room and started my homework when my mom called me saying I had a phone call. "Hey Brian, It's me Alex," the voice on the other end said, the tone soft and a little, like, scared maybe. I was surprised but glad to hear from him. "Hey Alex, what's up?" I asked, putting some excitement in my voice and hoping that he picked up on it. "Oh nothing, I got your phone number from John, I hope that's okay." Again, his voice sounded strange, like there was something wrong. Of course, there was, although not really wrong. I told him it was cool that he got my number. "Umm, about today," he stammered, "I wanted to apologize. I don't know I was thinking." I was a little confused. No, I was a lot confused. "What do you mean Alex, what do you think you need to apologize for?" I asked him. "Well, you know, for kissing you on the cheek like that. I shouldn't have done it and I'm like, really embarrassed and stuff and well, if you don't want to spend the night at my house, I understand, I really do." Oh man did this kid have a lot to learn. "You think I'm pissed at you for that?" He started to say something and I stopped him. "No dude. I liked it, its' okay. If I was pissed about anything it would be that we couldn't go somewhere and, well, you know." I was whispering cuz I didn't want my mother with radar ears to hear me. "Seriously Alex, its okay, its more than ok. You know what? I was tardy for Granson's class cuz I went into the boy's bathroom in the three hundred building and beat off. Man I was so hard. I came in like, nine strokes or something." "Yeah? Me too Brian. I went into the one hundred bathroom down by the chem lab. There were a couple of older kids in there but as soon as they left I just jacked off into the urinal, you know how they're way in the far back. Man I'm so glad you're not pissed at me. Fuck I been worried about it all day. So, you wanna maybe have lunch together tomorrow?" "Sure," I told him. "On one condition though." When he asked what that was I said, "You have to kiss me on the lips." He laughed and we both hung up. My mom asked who called and I told her then said that I was invited to stay the night at Alex's on Friday night and was that okay. She asked what we were planning on doing, and would we be chaperoned. I said his parents were somewhat strict and even though we didn't have plans at the moment, they would be around keeping and eye on us. She gave me a tentative okay, which meant that she could revoke permission just because she felt like it, although she rarely did that. My mom was pretty fair. I went back to my room, contemplating my conversation with Alex, thinking first about his apology and then how happy he seemed that I wasn't pissed at him. I thought about him goin and jacking off like I did only taking the risk and doing it more in the open, although the urinals were at the back on the other side of the toilet stalls. Still. I wondered too about Friday night and what was going to happen and that made me start to get hard, and that's almost always a good thing. Then I remembered that my silver friend was waiting in my desk drawer.