Date: Mon, 13 Feb 2012 13:24:44 -0800 (PST)
From: billy.chicago@yahoo.com
Subject: Claimed

My name is Billy and this is a true account of what happened to me last
year toward the end of my Junior year in high school. This is my first
story and I would love to get feedback. It was fun writing it and I might
like to write more if people like this one. I can be reached at
billy.chicago@yahoo.com. Needless to say, I have changed the names of
people and locations to protect privacy. Thank you for reading my story!

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The steamy hot water rolled down his muscular body. His broad chest, his
big biceps, his unreal six-pack abs, his huge firm thighs, his flawless
meaty curved butt, and of course the center of my attention, that beautiful
cock that hung heavy between his legs. I couldn't keep my eyes off of him.

As I gazed adoringly from across the showers up his perfect body, I met his
eyes. Chase was staring straight at me. Every muscle in my body froze. I
was a deer in the headlights. I was dead. I quickly jerked around and
stared at the shower head above me, I started to cry. This huge football
player who I have adored from afar for so long was going to beat the shit
out of me. I was out at school, he knew I was gay, and now I've been caught
eyeing this stud who I never should have been looking at in the first
place.

I let the hot water wash my tears away. I stood close to the wall,
pretending to rinse my body. I waited, and waited, until the showers became
quiet. I cautiously turned my head. Everyone was gone. I had no choice but
to dry off and go to my locker to get ready for my next class. I wrapped my
towel around my waist and slowly walked to my locker. Most of my classmates
had already left. There was no sign of Chase. I quickly dressed and got the
hell out of the locker room.

I walked nervously but at a fast clip from the gym to the school building
and up to my history class. No sign of Chase. Maybe he didn't care, I
thought. Then I erased that thought from my mind. Chase was among the high
and mighty football players, jocks as straight as arrows, and they had
picked on me plenty since I came out to friends last year and word got
round that I was gay. They'd called me faggot more times than I could
count. But none of them had ever touched me. I always was grateful that it
was only words. Words I could deal with. But now, now I was dead. I
couldn't control myself and now I was going to pay the price.

History was my last class of the day. All I could do was watch the
clock. Time flew by, to my great distress. The final bell of the day rang
and I slowly got my books together and walked to my locker. I was about 20
feet away when I saw him. Chase. He was standing at my locker, one hand
against the wall, waiting. For the second time today I froze. Just as I was
preparing to turn and flee, Chase raised his hand and gave me the "Come
here" gesture with his right index finger. I quickly thought: I could run
and probably make him angrier than he already is, or I could obey and meet
my fate. I chose to do what he wanted. Better not to anger him further. One
way or another I was dead.

I walked the 20 feet to my locker and stopped in front of Chase, my eyes
down, staring at my feet.

"Aren't you going to put your books away, Billy," Chase asked in an even
voice. He didn't sound angry, but he didn't sound too happy either.

"Um, yeah, yes," I said, turning to my locker and undoing the lock. I put
my books in, grabbed my backpack, threw the books I'd need for homework
into the pack, and closed the locker. I stood there, not facing Chase,
still staring at my feet. I didn't know what to do.

"Be at the corner of Elmwood and 1st in 10 minutes," Chase whispered. He
turned and walked away down the crowded hallway.

I was scared senseless. Classmates hurried here and there all around me but
I once again was frozen in place. What the hell was I supposed to do? Go
willingly to my doom? One way or another, Chase would catch up with
me. That I knew. But he didn't seem angry. His voice was even and calm. But
what he said was not a request, it clearly was a command. And if I didn't
show up, I knew that the only thing that would happen is Chase would be
more pissed with me than he already was. Maybe I could talk with him, plead
with him. One of the biggest guys in school, both in his muscular size and
in his social status among students, might think of me as nothing, a
speck. I certainly was no threat to him. Maybe if I was profusely
apologetic he would let me off lightly.

I really had no choice. I knew I had to do what he said. So I walked down
the hall and out of school. I knew the corner he said. It was away from
school, off the beaten path. I could just make it in the remainder of the
10 minutes I had left. "Fuck," I thought to myself. I began to cry again as
I approached the corner of Elmwood and 1st, thinking I was a pussy because
I was crying yet again.

I arrived at the corner and no one was there. Suddenly, a blue Mustang
revved up to the stop sign. The passenger door opened and I saw Chase.

"Get in," he said, again in an even tone.

"I slowly walked toward the car.

"Come on," he said, raising his voice, a little impatient.

I stepped into the car, put my pack on my lap, and shut the door. Chase put
the car in gear and headed off.

After a few moments, Chase spoke. "You know, you think that's the first
time I caught you, but it's not," he said in a matter of fact tone. "You
can't keep your eyes off me, and not just in the showers. Don't you think
that's a pretty stupid thing for a fag to do?"

"Please, please," I begged. "I'm so sorry. I swear to god I will never look
at you again. Please."

Chase took his eyes off the road for a moment and stared at me. Then he
went back to driving.

"Just calm the fuck down," Chase said, no hint of malice in his voice. "I
can understand why you stare. I know my body is just the kind of thing fags
like. And I can imagine how much my cock gets you off. Have you ever seen
one bigger?"

I hesitated.

"Well?" he asked.

"No, I've never seen one as big as yours," I answered.

"I didn't think so," he said. "So, what. Do you think I'm a stud?"

I didn't know where this was going. Was he looking for me to stroke his
ego? I assume a guy with his body and his looks and his cock had to have an
ego to match. I took a chance.

"Yes, Chase," I said tentatively. "I think you are a stud. I think you're
the best-looking guy in school."

He looked over at me and smiled. It was a very satisfied smile. He knew how
perfect he was, and he clearly liked hearing it. But then he became quiet
as we winded our way through town. I was a bit more calm than I was when I
stepped into the car, but I still was scared. I had to ask.

"Umm, where are you taking me?"

"My house."

My first thought was, Why would he take me to his house to beat me up? I
became very confused. But suddenly Chase slowed down and pulled into the
driveway of a huge home. It was stunning. He pressed the garage door opener
then pulled into the garage. He pressed it again and the garage closed
behind us as he turned off the car and took the key from the ignition.

"Come on," he said as he got out.

I knew from earlier not to hesitate, so I got out and followed him from the
garage into a vast and beautiful kitchen. I shut the door behind me.

He dropped his things on the counter, pulled two beers from the
refrigerator, and looked at me.

"My parents don't get home from work until around 6," he said. "Come on, my
room is the basement, I've got it all to myself."

I followed him through a door off of a huge, ornate living room.

"Shut the door behind you," he said." I did as I was told.

He flipped the lights on and I was wowed. In the center of the room was a
huge TV surrounded by a gorgeous set of matching sofa and chairs. There was
a bathroom off to one side and a bedroom off the other. Everything was
fancy. There was a shelf on one wall filled with trophies, I could guess
what those were for.

"Come on, in here," he said, pointing to the bedroom.

Jesus Christ, I thought. My mind raced. But I did not hesitate.

He walked in behind me and shut the door. There was a big king-size bed, a
large chest of drawers, a flat-screen mounted to the wall. A dresser with
more trophies atop it.

Chase started unbuttoning his shirt as he talked. "Do you know who Melissa
Stone is?" he asked.

"Yes. She's your girlfriend and a cheerleader."

"That's right. Now I'll let you in on a little secret," he said, tossing
his shirt on the floor.

His smooth, hairless, huge pecs and rippling abs were the most delicious
things I've ever seen. And those big bulging biceps. I could feel the
tingling in my crotch. I was beginning to become aroused.

"Hey!" he yelled, but with a smile. "Up here. Pay attention."

"Please, I'm so sorry. I can't help it. Please, Chase. You don't know what
it's like to be gay and see someone like you, I'm sorry."

"Just take it easy, Billy," he said, trying to calm me. "Anyway,
Melissa. Here's the thing. She'll let me fuck her, but she won't blow me."
He paused. "And that's a problem."

My thoughts went in a million directions all at once.

"You're not going to beat me up?" I asked quietly.

He laughed. "I have to say that was my first thought. But you're hardly a
match for me. It would be kind of pathetic for me to kick the shit out of
someone like you."

"Oh god thank you, Chase," I said with a huge sigh of relief.

"So what's going to happen from now on is you're going to do what Melissa
won't. You're going to do it whenever I say, wherever I say. And you're
going to do it damn good."

I was fully erect, the reality of the situation had sunk in. My head was
swimming.

Chase sat down on the edge of his bed and took his shoes and socks
off. Then he stood and took his pants off, revealing skin-tight boxer
briefs and an ungodly bulge. He dropped his pants on top of the shirt.

"Get on your knees," he commanded. I dropped in a flash. "That's a good
boy." He approached me, his enormous erection covered in cotton just inches
from my face. "Take them off." I was so over-stimulated I didn't pause a
moment. I pulled his boxer briefs down and peeled them across his big
muscular thighs and his erect cock pointed straight up. The monster had to
be 8 or 9 inches long, and as thick as a beer bottle.

"Kiss it," he said. And I leaned forward and kissed the base of his
beautiful dick. My own was leaking a vast amount of pre-come.

"How badly do you want my dick, faggot?"

"Oh god more than anything, Chase. It's so big. Oh please."

He grabbed the base of his cock in one hand and my hair in his other. "Open
wide," he said. And I did. He slowly pushed his cock into my mouth. It
stretched my lips out. "Now suck my cock, and make it good."

I went insane. I feverishly began sucking his cock, bobbing up and down on
the meat, feasting on it. I let it slip from my mouth so I could lick it up
and down and up again. I got it back in my mouth and tongued the underside
of his perfect prick while I sucked as if my life depended on it. Without
thinking, I placed my hands on his thighs for leverage. Oh my god, I
thought. His thighs we're so meaty and muscular and big, they felt like
heaven. I grabbed them and hung on. He didn't stop me from touching him. At
that point he put his hands on his hips, standing there like Superman.

I used my lips and my tongue to worship his enormous cock like it was my
god. I was literally losing my mind. I sucked and sucked, then licked and
kissed, then sucked more and more. I had no sense of time or place, i was
insane.  After who knows how long had passed, Chase placed both of his
hands on my head and pushed down. His cock began pushing into my throat. I
gagged and he eased off a little bit. He pushed again and I gagged. Again
he eased off a bit.

"Oh fuck, man, you better figure something out fast or you're going to be
in trouble," Chase panted.

He used his hands to push my head once again so that his cock went into my
throat. I gagged but this time he kept pushing. I gagged some more but I
tilted my head and body, thinking I should try to give him a straight
shot. I began taking deeper breaths through my nose as my mouth was
completely sealed off by his rod. And he pushed deeper and deeper
still. Then he began thrusting his hips so his cock fucked my throat. I let
him control me completely, his hands pushing my head, his hips rocketing
his cock.

Then he began to moan. "Oh, fuck," he said. And he said it over and over
again. "Oh Jesus, take it you fucking bitch!" Hearing him say that made my
pulsing erect dick come. I was his bitch. I was the bitch of one of the
school gods. I was his. "Oh, fuck!" He yelled. "Get ready for your dinner,
bitch!"

His cock throbbed in my mouth and throat, then it exploded and I could feel
his white hot semen gush into my throat. He pulled back and his seed poured
into my mouth. The taste was divine. He pulled out, put his hand on his
meat, and began pounding it, shooting loads onto my face.

Then Chase fell backward onto his bed, his feet planted on the floor. I was
overcome and fell forward. I was panting I was so excited. I was
practically out of breath. I realized my come-covered face was resting on
his feet. I wrapped my arms around his ankles and began kissing his feet.

"Oh man you gotta be kidding," Chase half-laughed in a broken voice. He too
was out of breath. "You sure know your place, Billy."

I didn't respond. I kissed his feet for a little while longer until I heard
him push himself up to a seated position.

"Get up on your knees," he said. I did so. "That," he paused, "was
amazing." He put his right index finger to my face and wiped up some of his
come. He then put it to my lips and I gladly opened, licking all of the
come off of it. He laughed. "Oh, man! You are something else."

He got up and dressed. While he was buttoning up his shirt he said, "You
can get up off your knees now." I did what he told me. "From now on, you'd
better plan on spending a lot of time over here with your new 'study
buddy,'" he said with a chortle. "Just keep one thing in mind," he added,
approaching me, putting his hands on my shoulders and gripping
tight. "You're not going to say a word about this to anyone, you got it?"

I knew without doubt that this was not something I could be talking
about. "No, Chase, I promise, I promise. I wouldn't say a word to anyone, I
promise."

"That's a good boy. Now go to the bathroom and wash your face. Then I'll
drive your little fag ass home."

We rode home in silence, I knew he didn't want to hear what I would have
loved to say. How much I wanted him, how I would do anything for him. He
didn't want mushy feelings. So I kept my mouth shut.

I directed him to my house, and he pulled up to the curb. I opened the door
and began to get out.

"Aren't you going to thank me?" he asked.

That made me melt. "Yes, oh god thank you, Chase. I can't thank you
enough."

He smiled. "Tomorrow, Elmwood and 1st, same time. Got it?"

"Absolutely. Thank you, Chase."

"Don't mention it," he said. I closed the door and he drove off.

Some tears of joy began to flow. And my cock began to come alive again. I
was the luckiest kid in the school.

The End.