Date: Mon, 8 Dec 2003 23:59:40 -0500 (EST) From: "savannahkid@excite.com" Subject: Learning My Way, Part 3 (High School) Clay said, "Dude that was awesome. I thought for a few minutes you were going to suck me off." I sat on the floor, letting go of his slime covered dick. He looked down at me and grinned, "Yeah, I thought you were going to suck it." I was surprised that my desire had been so obvious. It has been two weeks since I started to jerk off Clay. Jerk off sessions have become more frequent now. He demands daily hand jobs and I have become much more proficient with my tasks. I now beat my own meat three or more times a day thinking about Clay. I can picture him with his cock ready to shoot. Clay has started telling me about what he likes and how he wants me to stroke him. I don't want to be seen as gay in his eyes so I have resorted to thinking up ways to take the next steps with him. I have started to fanaticize about different levels I can do with Clay. It has become a challenge with me to take my quest to the limits without endangering my friendship and without being labeled queer. I have thought of doing things with Clay while others watched me. In my fantasies I am always being forced or persuaded by Clay to do him. I also dream Clay has told others about our jerk off sessions. This morning I saw Derrick in front of my house. He is in Clay's class at school and I am sure Clay is tight with Derrick. I thought it was strange that Derrick would come by my house. He smiled at me, "Hi James, what are you doing up this early on a Saturday." I was friendly but cautious, "I was on my way to Starbucks." He asked, "Mind if I come along." I gave him the OK. Because of my insecurities I did not want him to know what we do. But I had mixed feelings because of my fantasies. Small talk was easy with Derrick. If I were gay, Derrick would be a conquest for me. He was close to six feet tall with deep blue eyes and a body of steel. I knew I would love to jerk him off. After getting my order at Starbucks I asked Derrick why he was in my neighborhood today. I was unprepared for the answer he gave. He said, "You know Clay and I are good friends. I guess I'm his second best friend. So I had to ask what was up with him. He seems distracted all the time. He likes to play pool at my house but he hasn't had the time over the last few weeks. I know you and Clay have been hanging out a lot lately. I even saw the two of you leave school in his car. I followed you guys and saw you go into Daffin Park." I started to squirm as he continued, "I'll just ask, are you guys doing drugs or what?" I was unsure how to answer his questions. Do I plead guilty to sex or drugs? Neither answer made me comfortable. I was either a queer or a druggy. He looked into my face waiting for an answer. I squirmed in my seat trying to come up with a logical answer. Finally I answered, "Can I trust you if I tell you the truth? Will you keep it secret?" He said, "I like you James and I would kill for Clay, so yes I'll keep your secret." I saw him blush as he made the vow. I think he guessed. I didn't want to seem too gay as I carefully told him the story. I blushed, "Clay and I are just experimenting. I gave him a few hand jobs. Now I do him every day. I am not comfortable telling you and you have to keep this quite. I am going to quit tonight when I see Clay. Don't tell him you know." He looked at me with intrigue, "Are you telling me you are a fag and that you like giving Clay hand jobs." I answered, "No and Yes." He frowned, "What the hell does no and yes mean?" I looked down, "Yes I jerk him off but no I'm not gay." He looked at me, "You and Clay both like this." I said, "Yes I do him but he never does me. Yes we both seem to get off on the sessions." He said, "And you don't think this is gay?" I said, "I have not gone beyond just experimenting with jerking. I'm just helping a friend." He looked at me with sudden interest, "If you both are consenting than why stop? And do you have desires to help another friend?" I never saw it coming. He was asking if I would do him. My dick was starting to rise and I blushed at the thought. I said, "If I agreed to give you hand jobs would keep it just between us? He said, "Hell yes, I would never tell unless you told me I could." He looked puzzled as he formed his words, "Have you thought of giving Clay a blow job? Would you give me a blow job?" I turned red, "I have fantasized about it but I could not do it. I could not let a cock into my mouth. And I would not like it to shoot cum in me. That would make me a cock sucker." He said, "You think you and I could go to Daffin Park today? I'll drive." I blushed again as I said, "Promise that it will be our secret." He beamed, "Shit yea lets go." I kept stroking Derricks' cock as the piss slit opened and winked at me just as Clay's had. I felt weak when I heard Derrick say, "James you never answered my question. I won't tell anybody." He wanted me to blow him. Tonight I jerked off thinking about Clay and Derrick. I imagined a groan as I licked a rigid pole. I took the head in my mouth and ran my tongue around the flared collar. I could hear more groaning, "Easy James," with obvious pleasure. A hand reached up and rubbed the back of my head encouragingly, I obliged taking more dick into my mouth. The hand applied some more pressure to the back of my head forcing the pulsing rod into my open mouth. I thought I was going to choke but knew there was a lot more cock. Then I shot my load. I had to stop thinking about this. I wasn't a queer and I didn't suck cock. I made a vow I would not think about sucking anymore. I would just continue my hand jobs. I ducked Derrick at school today. Tonight he called me, "Hey James, I didn't see you today. You didn't answer me. Are you afraid because it would mean you are gay? Would you suck me if I wear a rubber? My dick won't touch your lips and I can't come in your mouth. Would you like that? It will be just like the hand job with a little twist." I should have just said no but I was silent. Derrick said "You want to do it, don't you?" I could not answer. He kept on, "Think how it would feel to have me in your mouth. You know I'm hard now. You could come over if you want. How bout it, think you could get out for a few minutes while I home alone?" I heard myself saying, "I'm not a queer." Derrick just laughed as he said, "It won't make you a queer. You'll just be helping a friend. And no one will know. Come on, how bout it?" I told my Mom I would be back soon as I was going to Derrick's house. I almost turned back many times but I was soon ringing Derrick's door bell. He opened the door for me. As I entered his hall I saw him naked with a rigid teen dick. It was standing up stiff and hard above his pelvis. The head flared out at the end of the shaft. He said, "You ready to do it." I was nervous as I reached out for his cock. It flexed as it met my hand. As my fingers closed around it he let out his breath betraying his anticipation. His cock was hard in my hand and I gave it a few strokes as I watched his cum filled balls sway and dangle below his erection. He looked me in the eyes and said, "You think you could try it." I just nodded as I was met by the rising aroma of mild teenage sweat. I wanted to press my nose into the bush at the base of his dick and kiss the mushroom head like I had done in my nightly jerk offs. I started to stroke his rigid pole. I was intoxicated by his aura. I could see pre-cum on the head of his dick. After a few minutes he started to moan as he said, "You want to help me? Put the rubber on it." I could put it off no longer and I opened the foil pack he gave me. I reasoned that it would not be a real blowjob if my lips never touched his flesh. He sighed and spread his legs. I didn't know how to start. He just waited for me to help him with his throbbing pole. I slowly sank to my knees between his legs. I stoked his cock a few more times before I took the rubber covered cock in my mouth and ran my tongue around the large head. He groaned, "This is better and your mouth feels like fire." He reached up and rubbed the back of my head encouragingly, "Take some more." I obliged taking two inches into my mouth. It seemed thicker than I had expected as he applied some more pressure to the back of my head forcing more of his pulsing rod into my open mouth. I thought I was going to choke but knew there was a lot more cock left. In moments his cock head was brushing my lips and his balls were hanging in front of my chin. He pushed his hard boy tool half way into my mouth and started pumping it in and out slow and smooth. I was beginning to get off on his face fucking. I could not taste his leaking cum as he gradually started making exploratory thrust further back into my throat. I felt it pushing against the sides of my throat. Before long I had six inches of his cock in my mouth. He was surprisingly gentle and considerate. This wasn't what I had expected from him as he said, "Yeah man, that feels great. Make me feel nice." I couldn't believe how this turned me on. My nose was pressing into his thick blond bush. I was happily slurping away. Before long he was pulling his dick head all the way out to be caressed by my lips and shoving in until my lips nuzzled in his hairy pubes. He fucked my face like a girl's pussy. He moaned, "Isn't this great! I think I'm going to cum soon." Derrick jerked as he peered down at my lips sucking his cock. I started thinking what it would be like to suck him without the rubber. I knew I could never do it because it spoils my illusion. He had stopped thrusting in my mouth while his rock hard pole was pulsing in my mouth. That was obviously all the excitement he could take. He thrust back into my mouth hard, while filling the sheath with his spurting come. I felt the heat of his cum as it filled the rubber. I had given my first blow job. My face felt hot and must have been glowing with embarrassment and excitement. Being the sex object of a school mate scared the shit out of me. I did not want to be found out as the neighborhoods cock sucker. "Hey, James, that was good?" His dick had softened up but the conversation must have been turning him on. I saw him throb and start to grow. "If you want I can go again." He flexed his stiffening rod at me for emphasis. I headed home with the vision of what I had just done.