Date: Tue, 12 Aug 2003 07:52:10 EDT From: Jarrod749@aol.com Subject: Sonny and Me Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys of age. The acts are consensual and are a result of their love or lust for one another. Please write: jarrod749@aol.com. I would love to hear if you like my story. Sonny and Me. Sonny and Me Growing up in the northeast, I had never experienced the seering heat and sweat soaking humidity of the deep south. But, I was there in summer, of all times, for pre-testing, prior to starting freshman year. Classes didn't start for another month, and I was only gonna be there for 3 days starting the 1st of August, but it would have been like 3 years, if it wasn't for my super roomie. Sonny was a real southern boy, 18 like me, but so smoothe and confident, even in his walk, and he didn't care that I was a 'damn yankee', or anything. He made me feel so at home in this strange, and sunny microwave of an existence. He showed me the ropes, so to speak. Where to hang out, what to do, how to act...sorta southernized me...all the shit I'd have never known in my first deep south days without a tutor. Anyways, the time was great, experience-wise, and I flew home after testing, and back a month later for classes. Anyways, I didn't need remedial classes, based on my tests, except maybe a little growin' up and just a bit more southern style awareness. I managed to get pledged into a fraternity even, and boy did I feel great about being accepted in something so far away from things I was much more familiar with. The first weeks seemed to fly by, and I was spending more time as a big ass fraternity dude, than studies...parties instead of grades...and beer, with no experience. So, many of those parties had to be retold to me by my pledge brothers the next day, 'cause I sure didn't remember much. I was makin' my way home from class, real late this one afternoon, and there was this car slowing up right next to me. When I looked, I saw that the driver was a young guy, and was looking toward me. He got this big grin all over his face, and said, "Yuh sho' snooty, boy... ahv been lookin' fo' yuh." I'm sure my face formed a question mark, though it shouldn't have...really. "Uhhh, sorry, I...." I apologized as I leaned on the door. "Sonny, man, yo' August roomie, 'membah?" "Damn, I'm really embarrassed. Shit Sonny, I'm so glad to see you again. I owe you so much for making my stay here those days, so great." "Twaren't nuthhin'...hop in, well take a ride." I opened the door, and admired Sonny's late model car....I didn't have no car. Barely had whut I needed for school, and this school sure didn't cost much...we just didn't have much, is all. As we rode, I noticed he was wearing a pledge pin, same as me. When I asked where we were going, he said, "You'll see." And boy, did I! His fraternity house! My fraternity was ok, but Sonny's was one of THE BMOC magnet houses....for cunt, too. I wasn't sure, but I thought you hadda be connected, and have $$$$ to get pledged in there....but I soon found out it was neither. It turned out this was the working man's white collar house if that makes any sense....like the middle class kids, with magnet personalities....the HS class president guys, top grades, but not nerds. Well, anyways, how I find out who can join, is Sonny says, as we get out, and go up the steps to the door, "I see you're pledged to a fraternity....but would you consider pledging here....with me?" "Wow! Sonny! I don't know wut tuh say. I can't believe you, a dyed in the plantation southern boy is asking me to join his fraternity. Won't you get arrested or shot or somethin'?" I laughed. "Nawwh, Ricky, yo'd belong mighty fine right'chere." We strolled around, and like all the houses, before dinner, everything was raucous... noisy...guys ever'where. We went out the back and around to the car, and he set to drivin' back to my house. He asked me which house, and he was very cordial, and didn't wrinkle his nose, but I'm sure something inside him turned. Mine was not one of THE houses, by no means, but, they did want me, and made a lonely guy away from home feel at home, and that meant a lot. As we pulled up across the street, it was dark now, and I could see his silhouette against the porch lights from my house, and he turned and asked, "So do you think you'd like to pledge my house?" "Sonny, if I hadn't pledged here, I'd jump for it. But I owe these guys. They came to me and made me one of them. I'd be wrong to quit on 'em." Southern kids do know honor, and even if they have to be reminded, they bend to it. Sonny nodded that he understood, and we shook hands...and he held mine too long. Then releasing, he put his arm over the back of my seat, and said, "Whall, Rick, you know, if yo' evah change yo' mind, I'll sign you right up...but I sho' would like it to be this term while we could be pledge brothers together. Now to the big stuff...Sonny was a fuckin' boy beauty...almost 6 feet, prob'ly 165, dark brown crewcut, turned up at the hairline....perfect nose with just the slightest turnup on it. Golden brown slim, firm build, not over-muscled...a lot like swimmers. Black eyes...deep black eyes...smoothe hands with boy-like slender, long fingers. Like I said, we were roomies...so I knew his butt and his cock. This boy was textbook edible. He had about a 7 incher on him, low hanging balls, and one tight boy bubble butt. His hand was around the back of my neck...squeezing. And as I started to lean toward him, so I could get the door handle, he said, "So yuh promise?" "Huh?" I said. "Ah mean, yuh promise to join me, if you decide to leave here?" "Oh, sure Sonny...I'd do anything to be able to team us up again...'specially now I know you really didn't feel like I was a drag on you back last August." Sonny's hand pulled me toward him by the neck, in sort of shaking back and forth, buddy-guy, jerky way, till he was pushing down. I was going cold sweat....look, I'd blow this guy if I had to pay fer it, but I was in front of my fraternity house, and just beginning college. I couldn't be found out like this...this soon, anyways. I pulled up, but he just pushed down whispering, "Ricky, we needed to do this back in our dorm room. Gawd knows, why we didn't. Please, buddy let's do it now. I want it. You want it." My face is on his fly. He opens his pants, unzips, fishes his beauty out of his boxers. Goddddddd!! I did want it ..........sooooo bad. In my heart...in my mind....I screamed......."Ohhhhhhhh, Sonnnnnnny!! I want to eat your cock so baddddddd!" I opened and took him in...an open mouth lick, at first...then my lips hugged his cockhead just behind the crown part. "Pleeeease suck me, buddy, pleeeease," Sonny whined down with his face against the back of my neck. Oooooh, I shuddered when he kissed my neck. I went from never having sex, to sucking the cock I'd been jackin' over since August, and this breathing wet dream of mine was even kissing me! He whispered a little frenzied, while he bumped a little bit up into my overstuffed mouth, "Ricky...baby...ahmena cum...take me man. Please take Sonny down...please!!" Boy, and did he ever! His jazzer-jack shot up to the back of my mouth, and while some oozed back to my lips along his rod, I swallowed some. He actually squealed under his breath when my swallow reflex, pressed his cock to the roof of my mouth. Then, I convulsed, and without so much as a finger to my pud, I shot a wad that spasmed me, doubling me, and my legs came up toward my chest in a body quake...then shot back to floor just as forceful. But, even with all that, I was still on Sonny. Man I just didn't get out of his pants. I just stayed there...and licking...and he stayed hard, and whispered, "Y'all can take me again, buddy...I'm ready for you again. Gawd, ah cain't b'lieve what we missed back at testin'!" he moaned. This time he took a bit of control...and started to pumping into my mouth...and deep...and pulling on my head, back and forth like. After a bit, I didn't mind...shit! I been dreaming about him fer 2 months, now here he is in my mouth! Better hang on. And I hung on to Sonny's hang, all right. The second cum, he sorta pushed me to my side against the seat back, and the shootoff went easily right down my gurgling gullet. He was whimperin' the whole cum, and I swear he was tearing from the joy of having me eat him. Man...he must've been dreaming this the whole 2 months like I was. At one point I felt real used (not that I shouldn't have) 'cause I knew he'd had experience being blowed, and all, and I was pretty sure there were other boys, as well as girls. He leaned down to my sweaty, cum-sloppy face, and said, "Ricky, if you don't need to go in fer dinner, we kin go over to my dorm, and I can do you up good, dude....do you up real good!" He couldn't see my smile, but I didn't move, and he rightly took that as a yes. He didn't even zip, and started the car and with his pecker peeking out of his fly, and me finding a way to sit back up and enjoy the breeze, and air, after 20 minutes inside Sonny's pants, I slumped over against the door, with my face hanging out, and my hair blowing in the breeze, my eyes closed. I was back in my bed, wacking to Sonny's cock, in my breezed daze. Reality was the cold, clammy feel of my wad in my shorts. At the dorm, we got out, and, since it was dinner hour, there was practically zero folks around. Sonny unlocked the door, and ushered me in, kicked his shoes off ahead of me, and picked me up under my arms and flopped me haphazardly on the bed. He said he hadn't been assigned a roomie yet, and he hoped that after tonight, I'd be his drop by roomie. I was ecstatic. He pulled all my clothes off, then his own. Without fanfare, he sat over my chest, and his beautiful pud was in my mouth again. But he had grabbed some goop, and while I was joying boymeat, he was plying my budwinker. I was hunchin' onto his finger in no time. Some fuckin' amateur I was, I was so fuckin' ready for this you think I'd been trollin' all my life. "I really need to fuck yuh, now, my buddy dude. ...really need tuh do it." I looked blankly, nothin' to say, just felt him prepare my hole, and watched him pump that purple monster, and with the greatest pain I'd never be ready for, he slid through my pucker hole with such ease, instructin' me all the way to push out, and stuff, and man he fucked me to a low burn...then a high burn...then a tingle...then I cummed like I never did before. I shot a wad right into my chin, then fired 3-4-5 more ropes up my chest. Sonny ran the side of his hand up like a scooping spatula and fed my own jam to me, and then I sucked off his hand till I had drool spit oozin' off it. His fingers slipped into my mouth. I blowed them like cocks. Sonny never stopped fuckin, and I almost never stopped tinglin, and then, I cummed, but...I never shot nothing...but it snapped even inside my skull!! And, I felt another startin' just after the first, then another and, and, I stopped counting. Much later, very much later...morning, matter of fact, Sonny told me my anal 'gasms every few minutes were the very finest prick teases he had in his whole life. He fucked me scissors, on my back, on my belly, up onto my shoulders, and then my head, then even balls to balls (which I still can't figure out), then doggie, and standing on my hands, on the floor, he actually pulled me up and down, and squatted up and down....screwed, blued...and, well, you know.... I fucked for the guy I'd do anything for. Sonny had me to his room most days, for dick duty. I lived for that beauty inside me. The hole he chose was of no matter. I had needs....and holes...and man, did Sonny ever fill 'em. He often kissed me, spooned to sleep with me, too. He gave me treats, too. I'd get to fuck him sometimes. We'd 69 a lot. But mostly, I fucked for Sonny....still do. We split the difference this weekend, and we flew to meet in Atlanta. He rented the car and drove so I could blow him to the hotel. We ordered in and I ate him the rest of the night when he wasn't fucking me. We'd been fuckin' for three hours, just after midnight, and he looked down at me as his last cum ebbed, and I said, "Sonny?" "Yeh, Ricky, my man?" "Fuck me. Fuck me please?" He kissed me, and then rolled over on his back, for me to sit on his manpole, and said, "Fuck yo' own self, dude!" Please write and tell me if you like my story. Send comments to Jarrod749@aol.com Negative or positive comments welcome.