Date: Sun, 17 Oct 2010 14:07:56 -0400
From: Rome Krone <romekrone@gmail.com>
Subject: Suck It He Whispered - gay high school

Author's note: This story is completely fictitious and pure fantasy. It
contains depictions of sexual acts between minors. If easily offended or if
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Suck It He Whispered

The doorbell rang and I hit pause on the remote as I stood up intending to
answer it. Hearing the footsteps in the front hall above; I sat back down
and pushed play. My sister was getting the door. Whoever was there, there
was a slim chance in hell they were here to see me.

I heard what sounded like a group of footsteps above me. I wasn't a bit
curious. In fact I sort of knew it was some guys here to hang out with my
younger sister. She was pretty and flirty, and the boys flocked around her,
hoping that someday they'd be the first one she'd spread her legs for. Such
are the thoughts of raging hormonal boys, looking for ways to employ the
tools we carry between our legs, and working it to bring us pleasure.
Plowing and seeding my sister's furrow would bring these guys extreme bliss.

The sound of people descending the carpeted stairs into the rec room let me
know my evening was about to be interrupted. My thirteen year old sister,
Reagan, was walking in front of three boys from her class as they ogled her
pert little ass in her favorite short-shorts.

"Hey Brandon," Joe was the only one to say something to me. He had just
turned fourteen last week and was the oldest of the three boys and in my
judgment the best looking. The other two boys, Pete and James, only nodded.

Our small county had no middle school. These guys were in high school with
me. It's always been that way where we live.

Reagan plopped herself down on the sofa and the boys joined her. That sort
of pissed me off. It was a three seater, and all four of them squeezed in. I
was sitting on the floor with my back resting against the front of the sofa
and had to scoot over to rest against the front of the arm.

Joe was sitting on the end next to me. I took a quick sideways glance at his
legs. The calves were shaped nice and sprouting new dark hair. Joe had
kicked off his trainers and pulled off his white socks. Even his feet were
graceful and athletic. His long toes had a fine dusting of dark hair
beginning on the top of them. He was a fucking little stud and if I was a
girl, I'd let him do me any time he wanted as much as he wanted.

"Bran, can you restart the movie? I invited the guys over to watch it with
me," Reagan said.

I swiveled my head and glared at Reagan. She hadn't mentioned this to me or
my parents before they left for the evening. I was more than half way
through the movie and now she wanted me to go back to the beginning for her
and her guests. No thought of me. Typical.

Taking in more than an annoyed breath and gritting my teeth, I punched menu,
and went back to the first scene. I was thankful I'd already seen this part,
because they chatted the whole time. Seems Joe was the only one, like me,
who hadn't already seen the movie and the other guys– well I knew why they
were here. They wanted to charm Reagan out of her panties, lay her on her
back, open her legs, and breed her. I laughed inwardly. Fat chance of them
getting in her pants– I'd probably have a better chance than they would and
I wasn't interested. Reagan was a tease and enjoyed the game of making boys
hard and leaving them with blue balls. She bragged about it to her
girlfriends behind the boy's backs.

Being a guy, I related to what they were going through. The difference is I
was older, fifteen, and wasn't popular or had a lot of friends, like Reagan
had. I didn't feel it my duty to tell them. That wouldn't have stopped them
anyway. It may have just made them more determined to be the first to
conquer her.

I got up and went to the bathroom to pee. Looking in the mirror, I saw
myself as a nice looking fifteen year old boy. I was quiet, did well in
school, and was okay with sports– not the best and not the worst. I didn't
get bullied as much as some of my few friends did. Seems I wasn't different
enough to single out and pick-on and I was careful not to give anyone any
reason to do this.

Walking back to my seat on the floor, I noticed Joe had a leg up with one of
his feet resting on the seat cushion and I could see up his loose legged
cargo shorts to the bulge in his briefs. I saw wisps of dark pubic hair
sticking out from the leg band.

Realizing I was staring, I looked up. The others were so busy talking, they
hadn't noticed I was there, but Joe was looking right at me. Jerking my eyes
to the floor, I sat down in my place next to his feet.

Joe repositioned himself and put the foot next to me on the seat cushion. I
knew all I had to do was turn and I'd have a close-up of what's up his
shorts. Sweating I decided to risk a glance. The glance turned into a stare.
Joe had worked one of his balls beneath the leg band and it was staring back
at me following the trail of soft dark hair on his inner thigh.

Looking up at Joe, he wasn't paying any attention to me. His pastel blue
eyes under those dark brows and long lashes were concentrating on the movie.

"Who wants popcorn? I'll make us some," Reagan said.

We all raised our hands.

"We'll go with you," Pete and James said to Reagan in unison, standing when
she did.

"Can you stop the movie while we're upstairs?" Reagan asked me.

"He doesn't have to," Pete said to Reagan ignoring me. "We've already seen
it."

"I'll stay here," Joe said in a voice that had become a deeper baritone in
the last few months. "I haven't seen this movie. Bring back a soda too."

Reagan and the two boys went upstairs leaving Joe and me watching the movie.
For five minutes, I sat there aware of how close he was to me and it was
just the two of us. I'd never done anything with a guy. The closest I've
come is eating my own cum and I liked it. I wanted to taste cum from other
guys, but didn't know how to go about making that happen. Most of all I
wanted to make them feel good between their legs.

I wanted to look at Joe, say something, but I didn't want to get my ass beat
by a younger straight guy who thought I was coming on to him. And I
especially didn't want people to start calling me fag. Life as I knew it
would end for me. Kids in my school could be vicious.

I felt Joe shift and lean forward, his mouth close to the side of my face; I
could feel the warmth of his breath on my ear. My body went stiff with
fright. He was going to kill me for looking up his pants leg.

"I'll let you suck it, if you won't tell anyone, and let me cum in your
mouth," Joe whispered. "You can give me my first blowjob if you want. I
can't do anything back to you though."

I was scared. Was he trying to find out if I was gay? I heard Reagan and the
boys coming down the stairs. Joe sat back and I made no acknowledgement I'd
even heard him.

For minutes I sat there unable to concentrate on the movie. I felt Joe's ice
blue eyes on the back of my lemon tipped hair. Finally, I gave a barely
perceivable double nod, not taking my eyes off the movie. Joe's hairy leg
brushed against my upper arm and pressed against me. He understood. I had
agreed to suck him off. It would be the first blowjob for each of us. I'd be
the cocksucker and he'd have his straight fourteen year old hard on in my
mouth.

Joe stroked my arm with the soft teen hair on his leg.

***

When the movie ended, Reagan asked the guys if they wanted to see another
one or do anything else. She told them our parents wouldn't be home until
the wee hours of the morning.

Pete and James suggested strip poker, but Reagan laughed at them. "Not a
chance in the world," she said.

Both guys grinned at each other and shrugged. "It's Friday night. We don't
have to be home until eleven," James said. "What do you want to do?"

I stood up to leave and go to my room. Chancing a look at Joe, I saw a
puzzled expression on his face.

"You guys can stay down here. I'm going to my room and replay the movie on
my computer. You talked so much I missed a lot of the last half."

Reagan snorted, and the guys laughed as I went upstairs to my room.

Once in my room I laid on the bed thinking about what I had agreed to do. I
hadn't been there long when I heard a knock on my door. My heart pounded.
"Yeah, come in," I said.

Joe walked in and locked the door behind him. He was so cute standing there
looking as awkward as I felt. Head slightly lowered, those piercing eyes
looked at me with a hint of mischief.

"Do you still want to suck it?" Joe asked.

I nodded afraid to speak.

"I told them I wanted to see the end of the movie, because they did talk too
much. Put the movie in so they'll hear it in case one of them should come
upstairs," Joe said.

I put the movie in the computer and turned the volume a little less than
mid-way to filter out any other sounds coming from my room.

"What do you want me to do?" Joe asked.

"I don't know. I've never done this before. Maybe if you would take your
clothes off. It might feel better that way, and I can play with your balls
while I'm sucking," my voice was hesitant.

I watched as Joe pulled his t-shirt over his head and dropped his cargo
shorts. The outline of his hard on leaned up and to the left in his
Calvin's. It was thicker than I expected– definitely thicker than mine and
about the same length.

"Aren't you going to get undressed?" he asked.

"Do you want me to?" I wasn't sure why that was needed, if he wasn't going
to do anything back. This was a blow and go.

"Yes, I don't want to be the only naked one in the room," Joe answered.

I understood. It was a comfort thing for him. I wasn't ashamed of my body.
It was nice enough for a fifteen year old blond teenage boy. I undressed and
pushed my boxer briefs down the same time he stepped out of his.

I looked at him, this time, not afraid to be caught staring. Wow! Lanky,
still growing, more dark hair than I would have expected on someone his age,
and a perfect cock that was pointing to the ceiling. A glisten of precum
beaded on the head and leaked over to be replaced by another.

Looking into his eyes, Joe smiled at me for the first time. Using his index
finger he motioned down.

I dropped to my knees.

Stepping in front of my face he ran his fingers around my lips. I licked
them and tasted salt and buttered popcorn.

"Fuck, you're really good-looking and even more so naked. I didn't figure
you for a cocksucker, until I saw the way you were looking up my pants. The
girls are going to miss what you've got standing between your legs," Joe
teased with a playful grin touching my hard on with his sexy toes. "But
their loss is my gain. Now put your mouth to work."

Trying to remember the videos I've watched of guys sucking guys, I nuzzled
in Joe's pubic hair, reached out with my tongue to lick his balls and shaft.
When I licked the precum from the head of his dick, he tried to put it in my
mouth. I teased. Finally he grabbed my head and held it in place as he
impaled my face with his fourteen year old cock. It was better than I
imagined. My inner self felt emotions never experienced before. A warm
satisfaction, a desire to please, the fulfillment of a longing.

"Oh god!" Joe's knees buckled a bit before he caught himself. "Oh god yes!"

Using my tongue I felt Joe up exploring every inch of the surface of his
teenage rod.

"Oh fuck Brandon, this is way better than I even imagined. It feels fucking
awesome. You're fucking awesome. Yeah babe, suck it!" Joe hissed in
pleasure.

My left hand stroking my cock, I fondled Joe's balls with my right.

"You want my cock milk, don't you?" Joe whispered. "You want it to shoot
across your tongue and flood your mouth, don't you, cocksucker? Work for it
and I'll feed you."

I nodded. Not taking my mouth off him I decreased the pressure and teased
some more.

Joe's hips began to move. Holding the back of my head he made love to my
face with his fourteen year old boy cock. "Yeah, take it cocksucker," he
breathed.

With my mouth still on his cock, I wrapped my hand around his shaft and
moved it to the rhythm of my sucking.

"Fuckin' christ, don't stop! Keep doing that," Joe begged. "Oh yeah, oh
yeah, suck it! You're getting me close."

By now Joe had both hands on my head holding me, fucking me with a passion
that could only end in release. There was no stopping him. I let him use me
for his pleasure. I was his cocksucker, his cum vessel, I was his! I'd do
him anytime he wanted. I'd do anything for him.

"Get ready to eat it Brandon. I'm going to give it to you," Joe panted hips
moving, pushing his soft dark pubic hair against my upper lip.

I smelled him. Part teen and part man.

Joe pushed as far as he could go, stopped, stiffened, and groaned.
"Fuuccckkk! Oh fuuccckkk yeah! Suck it, suck it! I'm giving it to you. Suck
it!"

I was so into Joe, I tried to get him deeper. Pleasure waves jolted through
me as the back of my mouth filled with his fourteen year old cock cream. His
cum flooded forward over my tongue surrounding his contracting cock. I could
tell the feel of him fucking my mouth in his cum excited him. When he
finished shooting, I held him and let him stay in my mouth playing in his
own cum. He loved it. I would have held him like that forever, but he
finally pulled out.

Looking up, I saw Joe staring at me through eyes glazed with that faraway
look of intense orgasmic pleasure. My cum was dripping down his shins and
pooling on the tops of his handsome feet.

"Fucking hell! That was awesome. Suck me again. I'm ready," Joe inched
forward.

I felt the cool shaft of his fourteen year old hard on slip into my mouth
and become warm when I locked my lips around it.

Entangling his fingers in my blond mane, he held me. "Suck it," he
whispered.

The End