Date: Fri, 29 Jul 2011 07:08:49 -0700 (PDT) From: Raj Pepper Subject: Happy Cocksuckers, Almost Summer, 1962 HIGH SCOOL Attention readers. This is a continuation of a story called A Very Young Man's Summer Job It went to 9 chapters here on Nifty under ADULT YOUTH so far, but I am switching it over to the HIGH SCHOOL section for a while, and titling it Happy Cocksuckers, Almost Summer, 1962 mm, mM Disclaimer. If you are under 18, do not read this story. If erotic fiction is illegal where you are, leave this site. See author's notes at the end, if you like. ___________________________________________________________ Happy Cocksuckers, Almost Summer, 1962 Everyone has that moment when sex becomes real, that week, that month where what had been abstract pictures in old magazines tucked away and stories overheard in the locker room become sweat, pounding hearts and rasping breath, wide eyed with wild smiles and full of passions that one didn't even realized existed until that moment. This was the first month of that journey for me. _____________________________________________ Do you want to jerk off in the showers? Theo asked very quietly at the end of gym class, and looking back at that time I have to laugh at the simple honesty of the question. We would never be so comically blunt as adults, and 'jerk off' has all sorts of linguistic baggage with it nowadays, but back then it was the easiest way to ask exactly that. It was the end of the day on a Tuesday, and he was smiling that wicked, bright eyed smile. I'm sure my enthusiasm was glowing just as much as I said Sure! in an exaggerated stage whisper. We both knew to wait and take our time getting undressed as the other kids ran into the showers. Theo and I stood at our lockers, all the way deep in the row away from our laughing, wet classmates, and we subtly stared at each others cocks, stretching them for a moment before we put the towels in front of our three quarter hard willies and ran into the showers as everyone else ran out, got dressed half wet and ran out of the locker room and off to their homes and school buses. Unusually late, Kenny Kroeder, walked into the shower just as Theo and I, facing the shower heads away from the lockers, turned and reached for each others dicks. We were clearly reaching for our hard ons, facing each other, as Kenny marched right in. Taken by surprise and absolutely caught by a classmate, we froze for a second rather than simply turning back to the showers. Then my eyes went to his dick, which was either large for his age or three quarters hard. He went to a shower on the side wall and turned it on, a big smile on his face, dick swinging and not the least bit shy about it like any other kid would be. Theo and I had turned back to face our showers, our cocks not knowing whether to shrink or grow, then just as quickly deciding on their own to grow. We started to soap up some and looked to our left where Kenny was doing what I had done, and he had seen me do, just a week and a half ago. He dared to face away from the shower head and soap up, dared to let his hand rub all over including cock and balls, but he was even more blatant than I was. He knew who his audience was and there was no fear of being labeled hard on boy or anything else by the whole class. Both Theo and I, all wild eyed and wild smiles, turned more to the left, and he could clearly see our hard ons as his cock came to full attention, completely facing us, getting slathered with soap. This was Kenny Kroeder for God's sake, our good friend for most of our lives, suddenly showing that he was also our dick buddy. It was remarkable! As Theo and I turned to fully lather up our cocks for his and our visual pleasure, he suddenly turned, rinsed off quickly, and bounded out of the shower, still smiling, dick waggling and bouncing up and down, mostly up. His locker was two rows closer to the offices and the exit, and in a moment we could hear the big door slam as he bolted out, still half wet and half buttoned, most likely. I started laughing as I rinsed and Theo laughed as well as we walked right over to our lockers and I sat on the bench. No one was left in the place and we knew it, and as I stroked my cock Theo simply walked over to me and walked his dick right up to my face. We were totally juiced from wanting to jerk off anyway, and then seeing Kenny had us on crazy pins and needles. This was where we had left off last week when Jerry interrupted us. Neither of us had mentioned it since then, but we had both crossed that threshold and had had each others dicks in our mouths and knew we would do all that again. I was sorry we'd been interrupted. I had been enjoying that special moment when a new cock hesitates and then touches your lip, touches the tip of your tongue, slips into your mouth, and then you close your lips gently and start to slide it all in and out and back and forth, and the way that feels from nervous and excited to suddenly fun and playful. I had been more the instigator, but Theo was obviously more than willing and had actually gotten the tip of my hard on into his mouth first. Now here it was again, pointing right at me, and both of us smiling. He put his hands on his hips and moved his pelvis forward a little as my left hand just naturally moved up and held his right hip for balance, and my right hand curled around his beautiful rod. My mouth opened without me thinking about it as I stroked, my breath suddenly pouring over it in hot pants as I became instantly pulled into the moment and let it all just take over, pulling the skin forward into a bunch framing the head, just past the circle of my lips. My tongue lolled out low as I pulled it and pulled it, then it was touching my tongue, then my tongue was tickling the bunched cock skin and probing his cock head and cock slit on each stroke. My hands started to shake a little and there was shaking in my breath as my chest heaved with a crazy boyish abandon. Are you OK? Theo asked and I answered with a look up and a smile as I kept my strokes going and my tongue working, then just let my whole face move forward as I took it all the way in. I was still stroking it, jerking it slowly as I sucked, and I could feel his hips start to roll in harmony with my rhythm. He put a hand on my head, then his fingers slipped into and through my hair as a second hand joined the other side of my bobbing head. The breathy sounds he was making were driving me wild and my deep yummmmm noises added to an amazing, quiet but incredible sound. He pulled my head back and away a little and said I'm going to come soon, I can't help it. What do you want me to do? and I answered by putting my hands on his butt cheeks and drawing him into my mouth over and over with even more determination. That gave him a clear answer and I heard a string of quiet curses as he stiffened and I pulled my mouth all the way onto his cock as he shot a quick succession of ropey loads of jizz into my mouth. I could feel the rope texture of some of it as I held it in my mouth and kept slurping his dick, driving him crazy and sending me to the same wild place. My boy passion was in full tilt as I swallowed and panted and kept slurping and groaning and sucking and making a sloppy mess and loving it. He pushed me back and actually said I can't take any more, then leaned over with his hands on his knees, and sat with a plop on the bench. Wow! he said, shaking his head. THAT was cock sucking! Really sucking cock! That was what real cock sucking is all about. That was the real thing. Thank you. Thank you! That was great. Great! I can't believe it. Too much. Now I know what real cocksucking is. I really know. Wow! I've really had my cock sucked, and that was really how it is supposed to be done. Wow........ He was holding his forehead and leaning forward and shaking his head from side to side, panting a little. Smiling a lot. Then he looked me in the eye, smiling an exhausted smile, still heaving just like I was, and said OK, let me try to do just as good! How about if you lay down on the bench? I did and he took our towels and knelt on them. His hand went for my dick and the stroking began. I looked at him and he was really drinking in the visuals of my young man manhood. He swung around a little to get a better angle, his back more to me and his arm over my tummy as he pulled it towards his mouth like I had done, and worked his tongue in and around the bunched up cock skin, the precome oozing everywhere, his tongue pushing into the very tip of my slit just a tiny bit, and sloppily licking all the sloppy spit and prejizz. I heard him moan a little and it was now cock sucking time. I let my hand rest on the nape of his neck, the slightly bony bumps there teasing my fingertips. He started kneading my ball sack and pushing my balls all around as he sucked, and I was going crazy. I knew I couldn't hold out more than another minute and, even though I probably didn't need to, I said to him I'm gonna come in a minute. What do you want me to do? He answered by picking up the intensity of everything he was doing. The strokes were gripped firmer, the speed of his head bobbing and the slurping mouth now making more blatant boy passion moans. His left hand was slipping all over my balls, now covered with sloppy spit, even slipping down to the place where they meet the top of my thighs and my ass. Suck me, I said, quietly, almost involuntarily, as my left hand was pushing a little at the base of his head and my right hand was gripping his right shoulder. My hips bounced up and up as I stiffened and shot my spunk into his greedy, slurping, sloppy, spit covered mouth. I was sure this was the very first time he'd taken a load of jism into his mouth that wasn't his own, and the pleasure sounds he was making made it clear that, as far as my cock and my come goes, this wouldn't be the last. He didn't stop at all, so the pleasure was killing me in an amazing way, then I started to push him away a little as it became too much. My head had worked its way to the end of the bench, and was hanging over it towards the showers. As I let out a long, satisfied exhale moan of pleasure, my eyes opened just a little and their was Mr. Conners the gym teacher, upside down to my view, hands on hips, and he let out a ferocious WHAT THE HELL? The next few seconds were a total swirl of panicked boys leaping up and desperately trying to get dressed as Mr. Conners barked Get some damn clothes on and come to my office. As he marched off, Theo was hissing a desperate Jeesus, oh Jeesus in a high pitched squeek and pulling everything on awkwardly. I'm sorry, I thought everyone was gone, I said several times as we gathered the last of our gear and high tailed it to the office, still buttoning and buckling as we hurried along the locker room corridor towards the office. The door was open and there were two chairs there where there usually weren't any chairs. Mr. Conners had his hands on his hips, facing away from us. We liked him, usually. He was the young dynamic gym teacher, as opposed to friendly but ancient Mr. Smythe who had been around so long he'd taught some of our parents. We sat, nervously, and he turned to face us. Are you crazy? he asked, sharply but not yelling. What if someone had caught you? Anybody could have walked in! It's like you have absolutely no common sense! I looked at Theo and he was shaking, with a trail of tears running down his cheek. For some reason I was nervous, but surprisingly numb to all the drama. Whose idea was it to suck cocks in the locker room? he asked. We didn't say anything. Silence. Theo was looking down and shaking. Come on, ONE of you was the instigator. Whose bright idea was it to suck cocks in the locker room? Silence, then he said Fine, then I'll call both your parents... oh sorry, Barry, I mean I'll call your mom, as he remembered my father passing away the year before. It was my idea, I said. Me. Theo just went along with it. Theo looked up at Conners as the gym teacher pointed at the door and said Get the hell out of here and count yourself lucky. Theo was already though the door by the time the last word left Mr. Connors' lips. He sat back on the edge of his desk and looked at me. So, you like to suck dicks? I didn't say anything and he said That was a real question and I expect a real answer. Yes, I said, but I was very quickly becoming less afraid of consequences and more curious where this straight talk was going to go. Do you suck men cocks as well or just boy cocks. I don't suck boy cocks, I said. Theo is a teenager and so am I. Conners smiled a genuinely friendly smile and pulled his chin a little, thoughtfully. OK wiseguy, do you suck teenage dicks, or do you suck men dicks too? I sat up some and tried to keep a smile off my face as I dared to give words to the unmentionable, Sure, I suck men cocks too, sometimes. And which do you like better? Connors asked as he stood and I could see the unmistakable shape of a large bulge growing sideways across his gym teacher shorts. I like both, I said as I was clearly now looking back and forth between his face and that bulge, not even pretending to be doing otherwise. He stepped closer and asked Where do you do all this cock sucking? The library, I said. At friends' houses. Along Skytop Trail? he asked. No, should I? I asked him in my grinning teen innocence as I looked at his face. He smiled and moved closer so that the bulge was just a foot from my face. Which do you like better, man dicks or teen dicks? he asked and stepped even closer. I like both, I said, but... I guess... I like... I was starting to pant and heave a little, and my hands started to shake as almost always seems to happen the first time I see or touch or suck a new dick. I guess I like... man dicks... a little more. I reached out and firmly squeezed the sideways sausage at the base and the tip, like a big ear of corn as my mouth opened and pressed hard against the side of it. I was kneading it and really rubbing my mouth back and forth, letting my teeth chew just a tiny bit. I had never done anything like this, it just came naturally in the moment. I hummed a quiet pleasure groan involuntarily as my chest was heaving with excitement. I felt Mr. Connor's hands on the back of my head, pulling my face in just a little firmer as his hips pushed out a little. My hands started to feel and explore and in a moment I found the zipper and hasp and had the pants down with a surprisingly aggressive yank. Connors' cock bounced out and smacked my cheek at the corner of my mouth. I was shaking and held the backs of his thighs as I felt this new dick against my face. It was hot, I could feel the warmth of it. He stood still but because my breath was heaving and I had the shakes it was moving softly against my cheek, back and forth. My eyes were closed as I felt it sliding back and forth across the side of my face, my rocking allowing it to slide closer to my lips as I rocked gently and my breath heaved. I opened my eyes as my head had finally rocked back enough that the tip of his cock head was now bouncing against my lips as I rocked, almost convulsed, forward and back in a breathy sway. My lips pursed and his cock now had a little landing spot to bounce against. I rocked forward and back, my lips opening a tiny bit as my tongue filled the bottom of my open mouth and his silky dick head at the tip of a rock hard shaft probed the suddenly opening teen mouth I was offering. He pushed forward just a tiny bit as I rocked slowly forward again, and we both let out an MMMMMMM noise as the meaty and very manly head crossed my lips and tongue. The tip then the whole head was in and then out and then in my mouth again. Every time the head made it all the way into my mouth I clamped my lips around it and could really feel its size and shape as it left that tight lip embrace, followed by my tongue still tickling the tip and licking the slit each time we rocked away. Without thinking about it I pulled my mouth off and leaned back a little, stoking it with my right hand and letting his hanging balls bounce around on my left. Suck those balls Conner said, a little to my surprise, as he grabbed his cock and took over stroking it, his heavy balls and sack really bouncing as I leaned in and licked and sucked and used my hand to press them to my lips and tongue. I had licked balls before, but just in passing, not as a concentrated act. He was stroking pretty fast, and I guessed right that jizz was about to explode as his balls actually seemed to reel in and tighten a little for a second. He stepped back just a bit and pushed his thumb down on the base of his beefy dick, pointing it at me like a missile. No need to discuss or plan or decide or negotiate, without a moment's hesitation my mouth opened wide and I leaned forward to take it all in just as it exploded and shot a stream of very hot jism. I let out an almost comically loud ooomph, not because I was surprised that he fired off a load, but just the velocity and my excitement met at that second as a passionate but primal sound. I slurped as he gripped my hair in the back, my hands pushing his hand out of the way as I stroked and leaned forward and back repeatedly, sucking and squeezing all he had to shoot. My left hand pushed up between and behind his balls as my right hand drew the last dollops of jizz up the shaft, and I looked up as I tongued that last big drop from the slit of his cock head. A trail of come went from his dick to my tongue as he smiled at me that universal cocksucker smile that says Wasn't that the greatest? Now listen, he said, calmly but firmly, If you come in here to do that sort of thing with Theo or anybody, make sure its a Monday. Mr. Smythe doesn't come in at all, even though he leaves early every other day. There is no sports practice on Mondays. If you want, you can come by at the end of school, just for a few minutes, and help get equipment in order for the week. That's how it's done around here, and everyone stays safe and happy. Got it? Sure, I said as I ran out. Both of us were grinning as I turned the corner and bolted out, grabbed my bike and started to pedal like mad, an uncontrollable smile still glued to my face. BARRY! I heard Theo call to me about halfway home, and as I stopped he came roaring up to me on his bike, still looking like a deer in the headlights. My smile seemed to calm him down immediately, but rather than tell him all the details, I just said Mr. Connors hollered at me for being so careless, and said the only time no one is around is Monday afternoons. What do you think he meant by that? Stay tuned for the next chapter. AUTHOR'S NOTES: Like all my stories, this one is a combination of real experiences and situations and people from my life used as the jumping off point for storytelling. I freely change places and dates and sometimes combine several people into one character to make for a better tale. Though this one does not, I love stories that take place in the tack room of the barn, whether straight, bi or gay, because that was central to my sexual experiences growing up. Though this story takes place before I was 18, I do not wish to relive my comically promiscuous youth. If you are under 18, or like to pretend you are, go away. If you are over 18 and think you'd like to talk about something you've done or wish to do that is in any way questionable, legally, go away. Period. I write my stories for fun, because I enjoy the feeling I get from writing them. My character is always freely making choices, in control of his own destiny and passions, and having fun. Man or woman, if you have a great sense of humor, find my stories amusing, and have some sort of comment, feel free to write. backinthehayloftagain@yahoo.com Otherwise, just enjoy! Raj Pepper