Date: Sun, 6 Dec 2020 15:22:03 -0600 From: gwen uni Subject: "Third Date Blues" by Cutter09 gay adult/youth Please remember to donate to Nifty. The thousands of stories available for your reading pleasure is provided by Nifty, so give a little and get a lot. Cutter09 http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html You can find more of my stories listed on the prolific authors page under Cutter09 This is a story I wrote for an online friend. Third Date Blues Another failed third date. That seemed to be the average my relationships have lasted. My streak remained unbroken with tonight's fiasco. The first of the bunch I remember well. Junior year of high school, my dad let me borrow his new car for my big date. I had been out with Gloria two times previous, once my father drove us, and once she met me at the mall theater. Parking at our local "lover's Lane" marked the end of the relationship. Gloria was just the first in a long line. Next was Lisa later that year. Then it was "Sure Thing Susan" in my senior year, followed by "Sally The Sucker" that summer. All third date disasters. Oh, and let's not forget Lola, the one who claimed to be in love with me, right up until we were alone in her dorm room on our third date. After that mishap, I didn't date the rest of my college life. That was what was going through my mind as I turned into my driveway after another third date disaster. I reached up to press the button for the garage door opener, when I heard a crunching sound. The door raised, and I pulled in, figuring whatever just happened, my car was safer in the garage. After inspecting my car for damage, and not finding any, I looked out the garage door to my driveway. It was just after midnight, but the drive was illuminated by the light from the garage. There, I could see a mangled mass of some kind, so I went to investigate. Crap! It was the remains of Wayne's skateboard. I had noticed it on the edge of my driveway numerous times, never actually on it. Wayne was the fourteen year old kid next door. Nice looking boy, but a bit rough acting. I always suspected his father treated him badly, though I had no evidence of it. He just always had this defensive chip on his shoulder, like he was ready for a fight if one presented itself, and I think one just did on my driveway. I think skateboards are a menace to society anyway, along with motorcycles, and hot air balloons. You'll never find me on any of them. In a way, I was glad to be instrumental in taking one off the streets. Did my part for humanity. I doubt that Wayne would see it that way though. I picked up the pieces of the mangled mess, and set them on the front porch at Wayne's house. I returned to my house, and my thoughts about tonight's date. It wasn't much different from all the previous calamities. The basics are the same always. We were sitting on her sofa, hot and heavy kissing, my hand on her tit over clothes, her fingers in my hair. Followed quickly by my hand on her tit under her bra, and her hand on my lap. That's when the feces impacts the oscillating rotary device. I was more than a little depressed as I undressed and climbed into my shower. With Gloria, I could lay it off on youthful fumblings. Lisa was on the rebound from the school's quarterback, so it was understandable when she suddenly pushed me away. "Sure Thing Susan" was a different matter. She looked at it and said "Uh... No way Jose." "Sally The Sucker" actually laughed with her lips around it. As I lathered, my hand automatically began stroking my dick. It was the one and only release I've ever had. The earlier activity had its usual effect too. I was stone hard. I looked down at it as I gripped the base tightly. I could see my ball sack just below the head of my dick that barely stuck out beyond my fist. There it was. The bane of my existence. All four and a half glorious inches. It's not my fault. That's all that God gave me, damn him. I suppose it's actually my dad who is to blame, assuming we inherit that from our paternal parents. That would also explain my mother's poor disposition my entire life. She once told me, "Find a nice girl to marry. Nice girls aren't sluts that sleep with everyone. I was a virgin on my wedding night." She said it with pride, and wore it like a badge of honor. Well, how'd that work out for you Mom? Girls today want to test drive a car before they buy it. And none are going beyond the test drive with me. I finished my normal third date routine, then finished my shower. Who wants to be married to a girl named Maleficent anyway? That was tonight's disaster's name. I'd probably accidentally call her malignant at some point, and she'd get all pissed off about me saying she was a cancer, and then she'd cut me off from the pussy I wasn't getting anyway. I looked at myself in the mirror. I'm not half bad looking. Height and weight proportionate. Light brown hair. Amazing (according to some) green eyes. As I look further down, I see my flushed, but at rest, three inches, almost hidden by my bush. I grab my electric trimmers and go to town on my bush, taking all my frustrations out on it. I realized the error of my ways when I finished. It was still going to be only four and a half inches when hard, and now I looked like an eleven year old. Funny that should come to mind, that was how old I was when I met my best friend Brett, who happened to be the first to point out my shortcomings. We'd had many sleepovers by the time we were fourteen, and had seen each other in underwear, but never naked. During one sleepover, we got into a discussion about girls of course. That led to some bragging on both our parts (all lies of course), which led to a bet about who had the bigger dick. In my youthful ignorance, I had no clue how substandard mine was. And of course being macho, I couldn't let the bet stand, and upped the ante until the bet was ten blow jobs instead of just one. Imagine my surprise when he whipped out a cock that was double the size of mine. Then imagine my shock when my best friend expected me to actually pay off the bet, starting that night. "You're joking, right?" I asked bewildered. "No," Brett answered blankly, his cock still in hand. "We were just kidding around." "We've paid off every other bet we've made. And you'd expect me to pay if I had lost," he argued, waving his cock up and down, illustrating impatience. I sank to my knees in front of my best friend. I stared at that big cock wondering if mine was really small, or if his was mutant or something. I opened my mouth and leaned toward him a little. Brett stepped forward, closing the distance between us. When his cock made contact with my lips, we both moved to seal the deal. His knob slid along my tongue until he hit my gag reflex, and I pulled back a little. "Oh Man, I can't believe you're sucking my dick." I looked up at him questioningly. "I mean, I didn't think you'd do it for real. Oh yeah.... Just like that. Suck it." I watched his pubic mound moving away, then right back in front of my eyes, as he moved in and out of my mouth. I could feel his cock sliding on the warm wet bed of my tongue as I tried to swallow as much as possible. "Mmm... Suck that big dick, little boy." I knew he was rubbing in the fact that my dick was smaller, because I was a month older than him. I was too busy concentrating on the cock in my mouth to worry about some perceived insult. I felt his cock swell and become even harder, and I instantly knew what that meant. I was trying to decide whether to pull off or not, when Brett made the decision for me. His hands went behind my head and held me to his cock, as he thrust into my mouth faster. "I'm gonna give you my cum, little boy." He did. Lots of it. More than I shoot for sure. I swallowed my friend's cum as fast as he gave it to me. Then I embarrassed myself by licking his dick clean when he pulled it from my mouth. The memory of that night caused my little dick to get hard again. It's strange that my dick is now a little bigger, not much but some, and now I have less hair than I did that night. I stroked while looking at my reflection, and remembering the feel of that big dick in my mouth. Unfortunately that was the closest I've come to a satisfying sexual relationship. Saturday morning I woke up and went to pee as usual. I nearly screamed when I saw what I thought was a naked little boy coming at me. It was my own reflection. I had forgotten about clipping off my bush. I was still chuckling at my stupidity as I made my morning espresso. I added a little sugar and cream and sat down. Then the doorbell rang. I had to run to my bedroom to grab my robe. Yes I was naked in my own home, it's not a crime. I opened the door, only slightly surprised to see Wayne standing there. "Care to explain this?" he asked, holding up a section of skateboard remains with wheels dangling from it. "You left it in my driveway. I didn't mean to run over it." "You don't watch where you're going?" "It was late and very dark. I'm sorry. I'll buy you another one." "You think it's just that simple? I've had that board since I was eight. It was signed by Tony Hawk. Do you think he's gonna fly into town and sign another one just because you're a blind mother fucker?" he said, pushing past me into my house. "Oh... uh, how much was it worth?" "It's not just about money dude. You left it right in front of the door, and my dad slipped and fell. He's mad as hell and he's gonna beat my ass over it." "Maybe if I told him it was my fault, he won't beat you." "Dude, get real. Skinny little thing like you, he'd punch your lights out before you'd get finished speaking. Then I'd have to clean up the greasy shit stain you left behind off the front porch, and help him dispose of your body." I've seen his dad, he's pretty big. I think he works for the railroad, probably picking up freight cars and moving them to a different track. "Ok, so how do we fix this?" "Well, I've never seen a girl over here, and I've seen the way you look at me, so I thought you could start by sucking my dick." I admit to looking at him sometimes. He reminds me of Brett. Similar coloring and build, only better looking, and poorer attitude. "Wayne, I don't know what..." "Oh come off it. You know you want to swing from my vine. Now we both have an excuse for you to do it," he said as he toed off his sneakers. I wasn't expecting this. But as more of him was revealed, I was instantly taken back to those times I'd seen Brett do the same thing. And just like Brett would sit on my bed with his legs spread, Wayne sat on my sofa and waited for me to service him. The one difference was, Wayne was even bigger than Brett at that age. I stood there looking at him. More precisely, looking at his cock. It lay against his thigh, thick, with its fat head demanding attention. Wayne was grinning at me. He knew he'd won. I got down on my knees, reached between his legs and hefted his large ball sack. It was hairless, and heavy. Without using my hands, I bent over and took his cock into my mouth. It was limp, but I felt it respond quickly, becoming hard in seconds. More flashbacks of my time on my knees in front of Brett. The way I moved up and down his shaft, trying to draw out his juice, I repeated now for Wayne. Brett used to grip my head and thrust up into my receptive mouth. Now Wayne was doing the same thing, only rougher, trying to force his entire cock into me. I choked on it. Wayne didn't let up though. "Come on, I know you can do it," he said as he pulled down harder on my head. "Open your throat and let me in." I swallowed, and it slipped in. I felt the thick knob scraping the walls of my throat as it slithered in like a fat snake. He withdrew so I could breathe, and I bobbed up and down on him as I gasped for air. "You want my cum, don't you?" Wayne asked as he grabbed my head again. I only bobbed faster. "Answer me. Do you want my cum?" "Mm hmm." I moaned around his thrusting cock. "Here. Take it." Wayne forced my head all the way down on him, until my nose was in his pubic hair. I could feel the entire length of his urethra throb as the cum surged up through it, and splashed inside my throat. Four thick jets of cum shot into my gullet. Then several small squirts ended on my tongue as he released my head. I stayed on the floor as Wayne retrieved his clothes and began to dress. I was staring at his cock as he stuffed it back inside his jeans. "Don't look so sad. I'll be back tomorrow to give you some more," Wayne said with a chuckle. Then he was gone, leaving me still on the floor. Why did he say that? Did I seem disappointed that he was finished? Did I look like I wanted more? I looked down at myself, and realized my robe was open and my dick was hard as stone. Shit, I guess it did seem like I wanted more. He said he'd be back tomorrow to give me more. Another flashback of all the times I sucked Brett. The bet was for ten blow jobs. I sucked his cock two or three times a week all that summer. When school started, we cut back to once every two or three weeks during sleepovers. That went on right up until I started dating Gloria. Of course we all know how that turned out. That night we went parking, we got into the back seat. Things got hot and heavy up until I slipped it inside her. I began pumping and she said, "Is it in yet?" That was the end of my erection, and my dating Gloria. The thing about Brett was, he was always still my friend, even when I wasn't sucking his dick. We still did things together, he treated me the same as before. Only when I was on my knees did he ever act differently. And no matter how many girls either of us dated, he still found time for me to suck him. Like I said, it was the most satisfying sexual relationship I ever had, even though he never touched me. I jerked off a thousand times thinking about his cock in my mouth. Now I find myself in the same situation with Wayne. I had sucked his cock, and I already knew I was going to do it again. Just like I did with Brett. In fact the last time I saw Brett was at his wedding to Michelle. I could still taste his cum as he walked down the aisle, from the blow job I gave him half an hour earlier. Sunday, Wayne was at my door as promised. He brushed past me quickly, and I just shook my head as I closed the front door. "Look, Wayne, I don't think this... Oh my God. What happened to you?" The left side of his face was bruised, and his bottom lip swollen. It was obvious he had been hit hard. "Dad usually only uses his belt on me. Last night he decided to smack me around before beating my ass with a belt." "I'll get some ice for that." "No. I'm fine. Don't worry, I didn't tell him it was you that left the skateboard in front of the door." "Shit. I'm so sorry. Was it really bad?" "Worst he's ever done. But I'll be alright after a little lovin'" "Ok, sure," I said as I reached for the button on his jeans. "I really saved your ass, so I think you owe it to me." "What?" "Your ass. I think I deserve your ass. Go clean yourself and meet me in the bedroom." "I've never done that," I said, hoping he would change his mind. "Even better. Don't keep me waiting long." Yes, I'd sucked Brett probably hundreds of times, but he never asked for that. I admit thinking about it a few times while I was on my knees in front of him. In my room, late at night, both in our underwear. We were going to sleep together, I wondered what it would be like if he just took me. Or maybe he'd be dreaming of some girl and think I was her. At the time, I may have protested, but probably not. Now I'm faced with it for real. The feeling of dread was laced with a tingling of excitement. I was actually going to have sex, albeit not the way I had expected. All those girls that were disappointed in what I had to offer came to mind. I'm going to experience what they wanted. Another, even stronger tingle went through me. Wayne was in my bed waiting when I came out of the bathroom. He was on his back stroking that large cock. It looked menacing, and another tingle went from my balls to my stomach. I noticed he had found my lube, and his cock was slick enough to make a squishing sound as his hand slid on it. I went to the bed and Wayne scooted over a bit to give me room. I demurely lay on my stomach awaiting my fate. He moved into position, spreading my legs with a nudge. "Spread your cheeks," Wayne ordered. I did as I was told, reaching back and grabbing my butt cheeks with both hands. The bed shifted as Wayne lined up, then his cock made contact with my entrance. My heart was racing, was it fear? Excitement? Then the pressure, heavy, hot, unrelenting, until he was granted purchase inside me. "OH! Fuck!" "I'm going to. Be patient," Wayne chuckled. I buried my face in the pillow as a fourteen year old pushed his big cock up my channel. The excitement I had felt was replaced with pain. He pulled back some, only to force in further. Retreat, reenter, retreat, reenter, until his pubes mashed against my butt. That big teen cock was all the way in me. Wayne twisted his hips, stirring my insides, then pulled completely out. I suddenly felt hollow. I was still holding my cheeks open for his invasion, and he reentered me, pushing in all the way. I grunted and released my cheeks, as Wayne lay down on my back. I had resigned myself to the torture as he began sawing in and out of me. I don't know when it happened, I suddenly realized I was lifting my hips into his thrusts. It wasn't pain I was feeling, just stretching, and movement. Pleasurable movement, all along my passage. "I knew you would like it," Wayne whispered in my ear. He had won, and he knew it. He owned my ass. Because I was feeling what all those girls wanted. Now, I knew. I knew what they wanted, but I couldn't provide for them. My little dick could never make anyone feel like I did right then. A fourteen year old boy was fucking me better than I could ever fuck anyone. "You're gonna want more of this, aren't you?" Wayne accused. I grunted and raised my hips in reply. "Tell me you like it. Tell me you want more." "Uhn... Yes. Damn it! I love it... I want you to ... uhn... fuck me." "You want my cum?" The thought of his teen cum filling me caused me to dribble my own load on the sheet under me. "Yes... Cum in me." "Say please." "Please Cum... Uhn... Fill me." Wayne pumped me hard three times then held his cock deep inside me. His load felt hot as it jettisoned into my bowels. Hot and satisfying. He collapsed on my back as his cock spewed in me. After a minute of heavy panting, Wayne rolled off me, taking his cock from my clutching ass. He lay on his back with one hand under his head. I craned my head to look at the cock that had just taken my virginity. It lay on his thigh, still very thick looking, with a drop of cum at the slit. I couldn't help thinking that drop should be inside me. I heard him chuckle, and glanced at his face. He was grinning at me. "You're a hot little bitch. Give me a minute, and we'll go again," he said, patting my butt. I couldn't wait to have that big teen cock in me again. The End © Cutter09 Please send comments: Cutter09 would love to hear what you think of the story! Do you enjoy having access to all the great fantasy material and also having a place to share your own stories without having to censer them for a general audience? 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