Date: Thu, 3 Sep 2020 23:27:56 +0000 (UTC) From: Mike Ross Subject: Drinking with Malcolm (high school) The whole week had been stressful, as my GPA was plummeting towards the Mendoza line, and it seemed like every class had a test. Even when there wasn't a test, there was a book report or group project, where I'd be assigned to work with a fellow slacker. Next Friday I knew that for government class, Malcom and I would have to buckle down and get this work done. I laughed thinking about how many corners we'd cut, but I didn't think that my head would be bobbing up and down on his extraordinarily large cock. If someone had told me that would happen, my response would have been "when pigs fly." I always enjoyed being in the back of the class with Malcom. Our teacher hated us with a passion, and we returned the favor with paper airplanes, spitballs, and other forms of defiance. We had known each other since grade school, and both had skated a couple of times, but otherwise shot the breeze when we were supposed to be learning. Malcolm was light skin black, clean shaved, and tall with a slender build. He always dressed sharp, and while I never saw him with a girlfriend, it never crossed my mind that he could be gay. If I had known, I probably would have tried earlier, but us slackers were more trying to at least get to community college next year. Plus he was on the baseball team, while I was on track, so sports was far more important to us than academics. We were told by our stern teacher, that we were responsible, for reviewing how the Supreme Court decided which cases to take. I looked at Malcom, and his eyes also rolled. How could we end up with this? Absolute torture, and while we expected to be raked over the coals, what could be more sleep inducing than this? On Saturday, we decided we would meet at his house, drink some beers, and light up a bong. The rest of that evening, I went home and played Nintendo, and broke a Guinness world book of record for jerking off in consecutive days. That was the norm back then, doing the upside down sign on my cock three times a day and cumming in large amounts. Being so young the wind blowing could make me stiff. After sleeping in, eating some pizza from the night before for breakfast, I put on my usual sweatpants and hoodie. The Tony Hawk skateboard was picked up, and I was off to Malcoms, hoping to get this done via a roundabout way. We didn't want to waste a weekend on this, and arriving at his nice looking rambler, I smiled upon seeing his parents cars weren't there. He was correct, drinking, weed, and finding a fun way to get this done. Sure enough, he opened the door with a high five, and he looked good in tight blue jeans and a tank top. His coffee complexion and eyes, there was something sultry there, I just couldn't figure out exactly what it was. He motioned me to his bedroom, and we started to drink, but it wasn't beer. Instead of that it was liquor and weed. Soon I was feeling buzzed, and Malcolm and I shared a bag of chips. His hands felt good against mine, as there was some sort of sensation that made me feel light. As the papers for the project came out of his bag, and my mind elsewhere high as a kite, Malcolm said "are you fascinated by my crotch?" At first I thought oh I've been partying, but he really was saying that, and direct eye contact told me he was serious. I fretted a bit, but shrugged my shoulders, and said "my bad, I'm sorry," turning every shade of red. Busted. He smiled, and started unzipping his Levi jeans, and out came the biggest penis I've seen in my life still to this day. He must have been close to ten inches, and wow did he have some girth on him. I hoped in my inebriated state, that he wouldn't try to fuck me, as I did worry that he was too large and would make me walk funny for weeks. Yet I sat there mesmerized, as his curly pubes were different than white cocks I played with. His testicles were like that of a bull, and as his jeans dropped, he asked me to "suck it." Without hesitation, I got on my knees, and licked his shaft and gently massaged his gigantic nuts in the palms of my hand. He tasted salty with a bit of sweat mixed in, and before I knew it, I was able to get him halfway in my mouth. All I heard was him moaning and I felt him tense up. Finally I asked him to sit on his bed, and I took my clothes off. He didn't want to kiss, but his dark hands on my white shaft had a nice contrast. I continued to slobber his knob, and got turned on by my saliva making his manhood shine. Oh yes his precum was so sweet on my tongue, and it felt so good as he felt my unit up. I was rock hard, turned on, and tensed up as I looked down again to see him jerking me off. Only a man knows how to masturbate another, and the lightning adrenaline pleasure I felt was amazing as I kept going up and down. His cock made my lips stretch out so far, but his breathing told me, I had hit paydirt in the sensual sexual category. Minutes later he howled, as I gobbled up every drop of his sperm in my mouth, lustfully swallowing it as he made my back arch as I shot a humongous load into the air. Oh yes it felt truly so damn good, and we both sheepishly grinned as his mom later asked us about our project. We actually got an A on it.