Date: Mon, 29 Nov 1999 17:05:24 PST From: James Truett Subject: On The Rocks Part 4 (High School, t/t.+ oral) On The Rocks Part 4 - Searching for Others I knew that at the north end of the rocks was a queer hang out. Guy's at my school, talked about the gays at the rocks that would circle around and look for partners. I knew that some guys from my neighborhood went there to drop a load of cum in private. I didn't know why but my compulsive drive for cock was bringing me to the rocks. My craving was to experience guy-to-guy sex. It all started while I had spied on a senior from my high school and eventually gave in to my lust. I wanted more after I had taken Ray's cock down my throat and I had swallowed his load. My next target was David, my best friend. As I licked my lips, I bent my face down and started to take the hard shaft down my throat. All of his cock was fucking into my widening my throat as he started talking softly to me. "Yeah man, that feels great. Make me feel nice... take my cum." The next day David, his older brother and I were at the rock cliffs, with David's rod filling my bowels and his brother's cock sliding into my face. After Bobby and David, I wanted more and knew I had to satisfy my craving for cock. I was shaking with fear as I reached the north end. If my compulsion had not been so strong to find other guy's to suck I would have run from the area. I walked around for about an hour but I did not see anyone who interested me because most of the guy's at the rocks were much older. I was about to give up when I ran into four teens from my neighborhood. I recognized them as Benedictine boys. Benedictine was a boy's school down from our house. I was unsure how to approach them. I could not go ask "Do you want a blow job?" or "Can I suck your dick?" I had no idea what to do. I thought I should flee from the rocks but my craving kept me in place. I watched the four good-looking boys but could not speak. I guess they had been here before because one of the boys started groping his cock through his pants as he looked into my eyes. I just watched him pull on his cock through his pants but I did not move. The boys whispered, looked at me and started walking into a more secluded area. Even though my fears were racing I followed them. When I rounded a large group of rocks I saw them waiting for me. The one who was playing with his cock smiled and said "hello". His friendly smile caused me to relax. He knew what I wanted and I knew what I wanted. I watched as he started unzipping his pants. I never thought about the other three guys. I was fixed on the sliding zipper. I started to lick my lips as I waited for the boy's cock to appear before me. He spoke as the cock was pulled out, "I'm Billy, these are my friends, you gonna suck me?" I nodded to him and I knelt before his hardening rod. I placed my hand around his cock shaft and started to stroke it. It seemed to move it to my open lips as I waited for his cum. Yes, I needed his cum. Billy threw his head back and yelled, "you've gotta feel the heat of his mouth" as he started pushing his cock into my mouth and withdrawing it just to the rim of the cock's head. Then he would push in again. I was getting off on my fourth cock in three days. Billy kept up this movement before I felt his cock grow in my mouth and start to shoot. I did not spill a drop of the warm spunk as I tightened the suction. Billy had to pop his cock from my mouth after his balls were drained. My willing mouth was soon filled with another of the teen's cock. I repeated my suction on his rod draining his seed also. I went down all four of the Benedictine boy's hard cocks at the rocks that day. My thirst for cum was strengthened by four additional loads of spunk. Before I left the rocks I spotted another guy walking toward the rocks. I moved in close to him and followed him into a rocky area. No words were spoken as I walked past him. Fear kept me from asking him if he was "looking for a blowjob?" He smiled as he moved back and he started unzipping his pants. I watched as he pulled his cock from his zipper and started to pee. I know now this is the easiest way for some men to seek head. I watched him water the rocks without committing. After finishing he unsnapped his pants and lowered his white jockeys shorts as if to tuck his shirt in. My gaze was fixed on this guy of about twenty. His large cock and balls were covered with soft red pubic hairs. I stared in awe at the weapon before my eyes as it started to rise from its nest. He looked into my face and then down at his cock. His eyes were giving me my instructions. This was by biggest challenge of my short queer obsession. His cock looked huge to me. I looked at the large patch of red hair that surrounded the large cum filled balls and the shaft that emerged toward his navel. I knew I was ready to give him head. I kept looking around terrified of being caught with this guy out in the open playing with his dick. Even though to this point I had not moved or said a word, my completely erect cock in my pants showed how my body was feeling. Ignoring my teenage inhibitions my voice asked, "Won't me to suck it." This was like a X rated movie and I was the star. I did not care who saw me, as I wanted his cock. I wanted the hard prick to surrender its load into my suctioning mouth. This was the first guy that I had asked to blow. Yes, I left the north end of the rocks that afternoon, knowing what I wanted and, yes; I left the north end of the rocks knowing how to get it.