Date: Sat, 26 Mar 2011 19:22:04 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dick Love <apussyboy4u@yahoo.com>
Subject: Wards Shoes  - Lesson Three

Ward's Shoes -- Lesson Three
By Dick Love
apussyboy4u@yahoo.com


Tags:  Gay: Authoritarian, High School


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Ward's Introduction:

Do you think I missed the way Jimmy stared at my crotch? No fucking
way! I ain't freakin' blind. I didn't miss how the bulge in his
chinos started to expand when I told him off neither. No, I didn't
bring up sex yet, and I haven't ordered the faggot to do anything
nasty. So what? I'm still playing with the little bastard. The
trouble with some of you guys is that you are over eager. I just got
here. Do you remember that, dudes? It's still the first fucking
night. There's a lot that's gonna happen yet. Hell, where the story
ended last time, I hadn't even gotten out of the shower, much less
got any zees. But you can see how Jimmy is beginning to come around.
He's not so quick to wise off to me, and I think he's learned that
he isn't in charge. Hell, it's not even his room we're sleeping in.
Its Wardy's room now. We were only in there maybe half an hour, and
the dickhead lost title to his room and his fuckin' bed. Now we have
the whole night ahead of us. I'll let Jimmy fill you in about what
happens tonight. The balls in your court, bitch! Do you think you
can find the fucking basket? Remember to dribble. Obey the rules,
faggot, or you'll end up with a penalty. Hell, no! I'm not talkin'
about bouncing the ball, more like letting my cum dribble down your
chin. My you look pretty with my spooge all over your face, faggot.
K, dude. I know I told you to tell the fucking story, just don't
leave anything out, or I'll get pissed. Go for it, bitch!


Jimmy's Story Continues:


Lesson Three

When Wardy went into my bathroom (oops, I mean his bathroom, I
guess) to take a shower, I laid down on top of the bed waiting for
my turn. As I thought about Ward and the events of the day, I got
one hell of a boner. My dick was so hard I was afraid Ward would see
it when he came out of the bathroom and think I was a faggot. I was
wearing boxers and my stiff dick was pushing them out in front like
a tent post. My pecker was still up and pointing when Wardy came out
of the bathroom with a towel wrapped about his waist. I thought for
sure he would notice my hard-on and say something, but all he said
was, "K, dude, your turn to hit the shower". My prick was still
standing at attention, and I was too embarrassed to get up, afraid
that when I did, my cock head would poke right through the opening
in front of my shorts and Ward would say something about it. But,
what he said was, "C'mon, Jimmy, are you gonna lay there and play
with yourself, or go shower? Get a move on, dude!" Wardy had
already gotten in bed on the opposite side, so I got up quickly and
moved into the bathroom, so maybe Ward didn't really notice my rod
pushing out, I thought, since my back was to him getting up. And
yet, he had made that remark about me playing with myself, but that
could have just been teasing on his part. Sure, I had stroked it a
little when it got stiff, but that was while Wardy was in the
shower. I heard the water running, so how could he know that?

When I came out of the bathroom, only the little lamp right next to
the bed on my side was still lit. Ward must have turned off the big
overhead light after I went into the bathroom. I got into bed and
said, "Good night, Ward. Ok if I shut off the light now?"
"Yeah, dude, good night. Go for it!" I had turned the water to cold
just before I got out of the shower and that had rid me of my
erection at least temporarily. Then, I had put my boxers back on
after I showered and before I came out of the bathroom. Like usual,
I wore boxer shorts to bed. I didn't know what Ward was wearing
because he was under the covers already when I got into bed.

I lay there in the dark for what seemed like hours. I couldn't get
to sleep thinking of Wardy lying next to me in the bed. I was pretty
sure Ward had already fallen asleep because he had gone into a deep
very regular breathing pattern that I associated with someone
sleeping, and every once in a while he would make a short kind of a
snorting sound that was almost like he was snoring, but it didn't
just keep on going like Dad's for instance. When Dad snored, he
really sawed wood. Anyway, as I was lying there, all these thoughts
kept going through my head about Ward, and the events of the day,
and my dick started to get stiff all over again. Every now and then,
Ward would roll from one side to the other. For a few minutes he
faced in the direction of the wall. Then for a while, he lay on his
back, and then he would be facing in my direction. My eyes had
adjusted to the dark and there was enough moonlight streaming
through the window that I could see pretty well. When Wardy was
facing my way, I could make out that his eyes were closed, and was
even surer that I was the only one still awake. But, he continued to
thrash around and even though it was a big bed, eventually I felt
his leg against my own. That made my dick react even more, and then
Ward rolled around and his arm ended up across my stomach. You can't
imagine how hot that got me (or maybe you can). I knew that Wardy's
cock was now within reach of my hand, but I was scared to put my
hand down there and feel it because I was afraid that might wake him
up. But having Ward lying so close to me and being in actual contact
with his body, emboldened me. I moved my right hand so it was lying
on top of Wardy's leg, somewhere just below his thigh. I knew that
it was only a little ways to Ward's crotch, and I began to become
obsessed with the idea of feeling his cock, but I still hoped to do
so without waking him up.

Maybe an hour had gone by, or maybe it was only a few minutes. I
didn't know what time it was. All I knew was that Ward was sleeping
next to me and I wanted to feel his dick in the worst way. Slowly,
my hand crept, millimeter by millimeter, towards Wardy's cock. My
hand was almost there, when Ward made another short snorting noise
and then rolled over onto his back again, causing me to pull my hand
back fearfully, but after a few minutes I got up the nerve to place
my hand back on his leg again, and started to move it in slow motion
once again back towards his dick. I am sure it must have taken an
hour or even more from the time I made up my mind to feel Ward's
cock with my hand before it finally arrived at its destination. I
had already determined before then, that Ward was sleeping in the
buff. When my hand came to rest on Ward's dick, he had what I would
call a semi-hard cock. I could tell it had to be at least seven
inches. When Ward didn't wake up after several minutes with my hand
on his dick, I got braver and ran my hand up and down the shaft of
his partially stiff penis, and then began to stroke it gently. Ward
continued breathing deeply, his stomach rising and falling, so I was
sure he was sound asleep. My finger lightly felt the head of Ward's
dick, and I determined his cock had been circumcised. I kept
stroking it more and more, very gently so as not to risk waking
Wardy up, but enough so his dick began to respond more. By now, he
had a real woody, and just thinking that I had dared put my hand
down there and was actually playing with Wardy's dick got me all
worked up. His dickhead became wet with pre-cum and I wet my fingers
playing with his cockhead. I began to fantasize about putting my
mouth around Ward's dick, wondering what it would be like to suck
another guy's cock. I wanted to try doing that, but just knew I
couldn't get away with going down on Ward's dick without waking him
up.

Wardy's pecker was oozing more pre-cum now, and my hand became very
sticky as my fingers became more coated with it. I began to wonder
what it would taste like, and finally I took my hand away and
brought it up very near to my face. I brought it up close to my nose
and sniffed. It had sort of a musky scent with a hint of both
sweetness and sourness to it. I took one finger and touched it to my
lips and darted out my tongue and tasted it. My dick stiffened up
just thinking about what I was doing, and I began to lick first one
finger, and then the others. Then, I began to think how disgusting
it was, this act of licking Ward's fucksnot from my hand so eagerly,
as if I was licking the grease from a piece of meat off my fingers.
I must be queer, I thought, but I hardly cared. I almost reveled in
the idea that I was a sick and perverted faggot, whose secret desire
could be discovered and held up for ridicule by this straight dude
who was asleep in bed beside him, but who could so easily wake up
and angrily react to how brazenly I had felt his private area
without his knowledge or consent. Am I really gay? I was beginning
to think I must be, or I wouldn't be doing what I was doing. By now
I had abandoned the cautious approach I had used up until now. I put
my hand right back on Wardy's prick and started to jack it, still
gently, but with much less thought as to whether or not Ward might
awaken.

I had failed to notice that during the last quarter hour or so, Ward
had not rolled over once, but continued to lie on his back. Also,
during the last several minutes, Ward's breathing had become
shallower and his stomach wasn't rising and falling with each breath
nearly as much as it had been up until then, but I was oblivious to
these changes.
I had no idea that Ward was in fact awake, but had let me go on
feeling and playing with his stiff dick as if there had been no
change in his state of consciousness and his awareness of what was
going on at all.

Finally, Ward spoke to me in a whisper that sent a chill down my
spine.

"Ok, faggot. You've felt it long enough with your hand. Go down on
it, cocksucker!"

Apparently, I didn't respond as quickly as he wanted, so Ward pulled
the covers back and reached over and grabbed me by the hair, forcing
my head down into his crotch. Again, he whispered.

"Lick the head of my dick with your tongue, now!"

When you are caught by a straight dude who wakes up in the middle of
the night to find you playing with his cock, it is pretty hard to
refuse an order to put your mouth on it, especially when it is given
so forcefully. I knew the safest thing for me to do was obey Ward's
orders. After all, I didn't know what he might do to me. He could
have beaten the shit out of me, or he could have told my parents
what he had caught me doing to him when he woke up.

I stuck out my tongue and began licking the tip of Wardy's dick. At
first I used just the very end of my tongue on the head of his dick,
and then I took bigger licks.

"Lick my fuckin' dick from the base of it all the way up the shaft;
all the way up to the piss slot, queer boy", Wardy ordered, "And,
lick all around it. Give my dick a real bath with your fucking
tongue, faggot!"

It hurt to hear Ward call me queer boy and faggot. I'm still not
sure that I really am gay, but I have to admit that I really got
excited over Wardy's hot cock. He put his hand on the back of my
head and pushed it just a little.

"Open your mouth, Jimmy. Spread your lips like a pussy, and take the
head of my dick in your mouth....That's right, boy...Now, suck my dick,
you homo....Yeah! That's the way, faggot!"

Wardy kept on with remarks like this as I continued to take his dick
further and deeper into my mouth. "I'm getting me a fucking blow job...
Yeah, that's nice, feels real good, cocksucker. You are just what I
want, you little fairy, my very own personal cocksucker"

I tried to take even more of Wardy's big fat dick into my mouth, but
as it pushed into the back of my throat, I started to gag on it.

"You don't have to take it so deep, yet, Jimmy. I can tell this is
your first time sucking cock, but you're pretty good for a beginner.
I'll teach you to be a real fucking slut, cuntface. But, you need to
get used to it first. Just enjoy licking and sucking my cock for
now. You'll be doing this a lot. You will learn to deep throat it,
and get your face fucked, but not tonight. Right now, I want you to
lick the sweat off my balls, dude".

Wardy really had a big, beautiful pair of balls, and I loved licking
them. I never knew I could get into something like this and dig it
so much. I got even hotter tasting Wardy's sweat and sniffing the
sweet scent of masculine sensuality that came from Ward's nuts.
Then, without Ward even telling me to, I took one of his balls into
my mouth and sucked on it for a while, and then switched to his
other ball. Ward really reacted to this. "OH, Jimmy, you are going
to make me the most wonderful little fairy prince. I bet you don't
have any idea how fucking horny I am, you little cunt. I need sex at
least three times a day. Sometimes I jack off as often as six times
in a day, but now I don't ever have to jerk myself off because I got
you, Jimmy, my own personal faggot. You ain't a woman, but you are
pretty close; the next best thing, cocksucker."

I continued to lick and suck Ward's cock, and when I would pause
from doing that I would go back down and work on his nuts for a
while before concentrating once again on Wardy's dick. This must
have gone on for an hour or even more. I'm not really sure. I lost
track of time. All I know is that I no longer felt like I cared
whether I was gay or straight. All that seemed to matter is how
turned on I was getting by giving my first blow job; and not just to
anybody, but to the sexiest stud I had ever known in my entire life.
At that moment I felt that Ward could call me anything he wanted to
call me and order me to do just about anything and I would be the
happiest dude in the world to go along with it; just as long as I
got to worship Ward's marvelous cock and balls. It was quite a
lesson to learn, when just a few hours before I was protesting so
vigorously that I wasn't gay. Why did that matter so much anyway? I
was alive and enjoying being in the same bed with Ward with his big
stiff dick in my mouth, and didn't want to be anywhere else, or to
be anyone else but me.

(End of Lesson Three)