Date: Tue, 13 Dec 2022 17:51:33 -0500
From: Ww Ww <er14990606@gmail.com>
Subject: Zachery and Connor (High School)

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Zachery and Connor

My name is Zachery and I love cock.  My sexual initiation was at fourteen
when my eighteen year old cousin Billy fed me his hard dick.  For the next
two years I was his toy, sucking him whenever he wanted and later taking
his big dick up my ass.  I think the desire was always with me. Billy just
opened the door and let it out.

At first Billy's needs were strong and frequent, and I was excited to
satisfy him whenever he wanted.  Our private moments together grew less as
he graduated from high school, enrolled in college, regularly fucked his
girl friend, and finally married.

I was a hormone driven teenager, sexually charged but alone, with only my
fist as a sex partner.  My experience with Billy gave me a new
consciousness of my surroundings.  My mind was filled with thoughts of
cocks, blow jobs, ass fucking, muscular biceps, beautiful pecs.  I enjoyed
seeing naked bodies when we were dressing out for P.E. at school, or guys
stripping off their swimsuits in the locker room at the pool, or the
bare-chested guys playing shirts and skins on the basketball court.

These were only thoughts, because I couldn't act upon them. I feared
rejection and ostracization from my friends who freely used "faggot" and
"cocksucker" as prerogative terms.

Consequently, my nights in bed or time in the shower in the mornings were
filled with memories of Billy and I sucking dicks and fucking as well as
fantasies of my school friends doing the same.  My fantasies were
frustrating at times because of the nature of some of my friends.  One hot
guy treated all conversations as if they were secrets so he would put his
arm around my neck and pull me close to talk in my ear.  Another was a
muscled football player who liked to rough house, punching me in the arm,
grabbing my shoulders, or throwing his arms around my waist from behind and
lifting me off the ground, making me ever aware of his strength and the
power of his body.

The temptation was great to be bold and put a hand on their leg or grab
their crotch, but in those circumstances the risk was too great.
Nevertheless, the thoughts were with me and the desire increased as Billy
became more distant.

At sixteen I got a driver's license, and as everyone knows, mobility with
no parental supervision opens a whole new world.  For me, it involved
drinking beer with the guys and trying to lose my virginity with girls
despite my obsession with dicks.

I had high hopes for the latter because girls found me attractive.  When
Billy first seduced me, I had the body of a twink.  Since then I had grown
to six feet tall and added muscles to my frame by lifting weights in the
family garage.  I liked how I looked when I stood naked in front of a
mirror.

For the eleventh grade, my homeroom was in the chemistry lab where we had
tables instead of desks.  Connor and I shared a table.  We had known each
other for several years, but only casually.  This year, meeting each
morning every day, we became fast friends.  We had lots of common
interests, but most importantly, our personalities seemed so compatible.

By coincidence, Connor was one of my friends that I fantasized about, and
for good reason.  He was handsome in the face with a body to match.  He had
the lean body of a tennis player with muscle and no fat.  He had sandy
brown hair that was always disheveled in a sexy way.  I had seen him
changing for P.E. and he had a smooth chest and fine light hair on his
muscled legs.

Connor was first and foremost a comedian.  He saw the humor in everyday
life and shared it.  It was good-natured humor, where he laughed at
absurdity and at himself, but never made fun of other people.  I laughed
continuously when I was with him.

Every morning in homeroom he had some story or tale, a lot of them involved
sex and jerking off.  We were both virgins and shared the goal of changing
that status in the back seat of our cars if we could just find the right
girl.  I was dating the same girl on a regular basis so I saw a chance if I
were persistent.  Connor dated a number of girls but none for any length of
time.

One morning he sat down and went right into it.  "Boy, did I get off this
morning in the shower.  What a load. I probably clogged the drain.  It was
only my hand on my dick, but in my mind, it was an Amazon, tall and
blonde."  I laughed.

Connor said, "Let me look at you.  When do you jerk?  At night in bed or in
the shower in the morning?"  Then he exclaims, "Ah, I can see the look in
your eye!  You do it in both places.  You are a two-timer a day.  Just like
me."  He made me laugh again.

Connor would share fantasies about fucking Susan Parker.  She was a year
older than us, beautiful, with the body of a woman.  She was also stuck up
and a first-class bitch.  I told Connor that she would ignore him if he
ever tried to speak to her.

Of course, he had an answer to my skepticism, and it involved his cock,
which he called "Big Willie."

"All I have to do is drop my pants.  Once she sees Big Willie, she will
fall on her back and raise her legs.  That shaved pussy of hers will be
like a vacuum.  It will suck big Willie right in."  I was laughing so hard
I had water in my eyes.  Connor was laughing too, and I sensed he knew the
silliness of what he said.

One morning the story was about his math class.  "I went to math yesterday,
and Ann Young was walking in ahead of me.  She had on a short shirt.  She
sits on the first row and when she sat down in her desk, her shirt moved up
and I could see her panties.  Big Willie strung to attention.  I got to my
desk, but Willie wouldn't go down.  He was just there, a huge bulge in my
pants.  The class was going to be over.  I couldn't get up and walk out
into the hall.  But then it struck me.  I'm a genius.  The seven times
table!"

I looked at him with a quizzical look and asked "The seven times table?"

"Yes, I started doing the seven times table in my head.  You know it gets
harder after seven times eleven.  It did the trick.  By seven times
twenty-three, Big Willie was tamed and I could go to English."

I cried, "Connor, you are crazy," as I nearly fell out of my chair laughing
while Connor sat there so proudly.

We talked freely about our dates and our efforts to lose our virginity.  I
was dating a girl named Fran and each Monday I reported on the progress
made on the previous Saturday night.  First it was feeling her up.  Then
unbuttoning her blouse.  Then my hand in her panties.  Connor relished
every word.

We became two amigos, doing nearly everything together.  We had homeroom
and history class together during school hours.  We hung out most
afternoons.  We found reasons to talk on the phone at night.  I might call
about the history homework or he might call to ask if I was watching the
baseball game.  We frequently double dated, and I had to try hard to keep
from paying more attention to Connor than the girl I was with.

Our relationship changed drastically one afternoon in his bedroom. Connor
and I were doing a group project for our history class.  We were in his
bedroom.  No one was home.  He was sitting on the edge of his bed, and he
started rubbing his crotch.

Connor said "Damn, I have been horny all day.  I can't wait any longer."  I
couldn't believe what I saw.  Connor stood up, unbuckled his pants, and
pushed his pants and his underwear to his ankles.  He sat down on the bed
and spread his legs.  There in his hand was a beautiful hard cock.  It was
obvious that he intended to jack off right then and there, and it was a
clear invitation for me to join him.  I sat down beside him and dropped my
pants.  Within seconds I was at full size.

Connor had his hand on his dick and looked at mine.  "Man, you didn't tell
me you had a horse cock."

I said, "What are you talking about?  Big Willie looks the same size."

"Maybe, but you seem thicker," and unexpectedly Connor reached over and
wrapped his fingers around my dick.  I was in heaven to have his hand hold
my cock, but I was nervous, not knowing what to expect next.

I reached over and took his dick in my hand and said, "You feel pretty
close the same to me."  He let go of me, and I did the same.  He began a
slow jack of his dick and I followed his example.

Connor said, "I'm thinking of Susan Parker right now," implying that his
arousal was from a woman and not from the naked guy beside him.

I replied, "The girl in my mind is nameless.  What's important to me is
between her legs."  My words were not true.  My cock was hard because I
liked guys and I liked dicks, but my words were reassuring to Connor that
we were playing the same game.

It was clear that Connor liked to look at my dick and watch me work my
hand.  Of course, I was the same with my eyes focused on his hand pulling
on his tool.  His cock was beautiful, straight and long with a big head on
the tip.  I was thrilled to have held it and I wanted to again, but right
now I was following Connor's lead.

We were on the edge of his bed, our feet on the floor.  Connor laid back on
the bed, pulled his shirt up and held it with his chin, exposing his chest
and stomach.  I did the same.  We jacked.  Connor came first silently.  He
was a heavy cummer, and his sperm poured out like a steady stream, making a
big puddle on his stomach.  My climax was more dramatic.  The first shots
from my dick flew through the air, hitting way up on my chest.  Connor was
fascinated by my climax and made a comment.

A week later it was repeated all again, with Connor declaring once again
that he was too horny to wait.  We jerked our cocks again, enjoying the
pleasure we gave ourselves but also enjoying the excitement of watching
each other.

Things changed again several days later.  Connor invited me over to his
house.  We both knew what we wanted, and there was no pretense.  The house
was empty.  We went to his room, and he started to strip.  I did too.
There we were, naked facing each other.  I was bold that day and reached
and took Connor's beautiful hard cock in my hand.  He did the same for me,
and we stood there pulling on each other's dick.  I took my other hand and
cupped his balls.  He followed my lead and did the same.

Connor said, "Follow me."

He took us to the bathroom.  We were jacking our dicks and looking at our
image in the mirror.  I wanted so much to grab and lick and suck this guy's
body, but I only let myself look.  I saw his magnificent dick, long and
hard, his ball sack below, his wide shoulders and hairless chest.

I said to him, "I sometimes jerk with my left hand, just to feel something
different."  Connor said, "Like this," as he reached over and took my dick
in his hand.  I didn't ask for it or expect it, but we finished jacking
each other off, filling the sink with cum.  Billy was gone, but now I had
Connor, and we masturbated ourselves or each other once or twice a week.

Two weeks later another bold step was taken, but this time it was me and
not Connor.  We were in Connor's house, and he did his usual intro.  Soon
we were sitting together on the edge of his bed, our pants around our
ankles, wanking our cocks.  I looked at his dick. I had seen it before, but
that day it looked better than ever, long and straight, and so inviting. I
wanted it. I had thoughts of sucking him before, as I had thoughts about
lots of other guys at school, but I always had Billy as an outlet.  Now it
was different.

My inhibition seemed to have vanished that day.  I didn't think too much
about it.  I simply said, "I'll suck it for you."

Connor was silent for a moment, thinking of my proposition.  Then he stated
his conditions.  "Sure, but I am not doing it back."

 Later I pondered his reply.  Was he repulsed at the idea of a dick in his
mouth?  He accepted jacking dicks together as a common activity of horny
teenage boys.  Maybe sucking dick was too gay?  Whatever the reason, that
was his condition.

"That's alright," was my reply, and then I got on the floor between his
legs, and took his dick in my mouth.

"Holy, fuck," was Connor's response as his cock first experienced a warm
wet mouth. He laid back on the bed and gave himself up to my hungry mouth.

I sent him over the rainbow with all the cock sucking skills I had
developed with Billy. I had my mouth on his dick and balls and my hand on
my own cock, jacking away.  During the few minutes it took to suck him to
climax, Connor moaned, slapped the bed, heaved deeply, and held my head.
He announced the end with "Ahhhh," and he filled my mouth with cum. I
swallowed and continued until I knew there was no more.  Then I stood and
fired my own pistol.  My cum flew through the air, landing on Connor's
chest and stomach and his still hard dick.  We looked at each other, happy
and sexually satisfied, and both gave a chuckle at the what had just
happened.  I then bent over and licked and swallowed my cum off his body as
he uttered soft moans of pleasure.

There was a period of silence between us as we pulled our clothes back on.
We were leaving Connor's bedroom.  He unlocked the door and put his hand on
the handle, and then turned around and looked at me.

"You like to suck dick."  It came out of his mouth like a statement, but he
was also asking a question.

I answered, "Yes, and your cock fits perfectly in my mouth."

He smiled and asked, "Will you do it again?"

"Anytime you want," was my reply.  He answered me with a big smile.

Three days later, Connor verified my promise.  We were clearing our trays
in the school lunchroom, and when no one was close by he said softly, "Come
to my house after school.  I have a two-day load."

I went and he answered the door in his underwear with a full erection. We
stripped and he laid on his bed with his legs spread.  I did what I enjoy
and sucked him and licked him and sucked him some more.  It was like the
time before.  I swallowed his sperm and then emptied my balls on his chest
and stomach and eagerly cleaned him up with my tongue.

Two days later was Saturday, and I had taken a girl to the movies.  I came
home at about midnight.  The lights in my house were out.  As I drove up
the street, I saw a car that looked like Connor's parked by the curb in a
dark part of the street between my house and the next one.  I parked and
walked down the driveway.

He rolled down the window and said, "Man, you've got to help me.  I've got
blue balls and I can hardly drive."

He had a date that let him kiss her and other things, but gave him no
satisfaction.  His balls ached for release.  I got in the passenger side
and performed the needed service.  I remember it was a real mouthful.  He
asked, "What about you?"  I told him I would take care of it in bed.

Connor assumed the role of Billy, seeking times and places for me to
service his cock.  It was always the same as our first time.  I sucked him
off, and then brought myself to climax.  He never sucked me back, but he
would play with my dick, jack it, and talk provocatively.

"Let me see you cum.  Shot a big load for me.  Jack that cock."  If the
circumstances were right, he would ask me to cum on his body and clean it
up with my tongue.

In my quest to lose my virginity, it took a number of months, but I finally
did it.  I fucked Fran in the backseat of my car on a Saturday night.
Actually, it was less from my charm and technique and more that Fran
decided she wanted to fuck.

Connor was excited for me, but I noticed a change in how he and I hooked
up.  Instead of whispering that Big Willie needed attention, he would say,
"Why don't you come by my house today, if you and Fran don't have something
planned."

He assumed that our suck session was something secondary to my straight sex
with Fran.  In reality, it was him and his beautiful dick and body that was
my primary interest, but I couldn't tell him.

He said something telling one day.  "It excites me to think that my friend,
Zachery, the big stud who fucks pussy every Saturday, still likes to suck
on my dick.  Is that perverse?"

My reply was "No, it's fun."  Nevertheless, he was trying to figure out how
he fit into my world.

Connor was the most important thing to me, and I feared losing him like I
had Billie.  Connor had set the rules at our first time and I stayed within
those boundaries, although I wanted so much more.  I jacked at night
thinking of kissing him and then raising my legs and offering him my hole.
The memory of Billy taking me, fucking me, giving me a tremendous climax
was replaced with an imagine of Connor in that role.

Finally, I decided to stop the fantasy and act on my desires.  I would be
bold once again. My family had a cabin on a lake, and one Saturday Connor
and I went to the lake to waterski with plans to spend the night.  As with
anything I did with Connor it was great fun and many laughs.  There was the
added pleasure of seeing my sexy friend in a bathing suit, shirtless. I was
turned on by his legs, his arms, his hairless chest, and particularly his
sandy brown hair that framed his handsome face.  I wanted to grab him and
suck him time and again, but I resisted until evening.

We had brought beer and drank a few during the day.  Both of us were
moderate in our drinking, but I wanted to break down Connor's inhibitions,
so I got us both another can before we started to play.  After that last
beer, we were both feeling good, and I stood up and did a strip show for
him, making us both laugh at my silliness.

I was naked, standing in the living room when I commanded him to stand up.
I proceeded to strip him, licking each part of his body as it became
exposed.  Connor kept reaching for my hard cock, holding it and pulling in
it.  With the two of us naked I pulled us together, with our cocks pressed
between our stomachs.  I embraced him and he followed, our arms around each
other, our heads side by side.

I said, "This feels good."  I put my two hands in his ass cheeks and
pressed him further against me which caused him to hutch me as if he was
fucking.

I walked to the bedroom and threw off the cover.  I laid on my back, my
head up while braced on my elbows, and said, "Do you want to fuck me?"

Connor's head jerked with surprise. He had a puzzled look on his face as if
he didn't know the answer.  Actually, he knew what he wanted, but he was
trying to decide what answer I wanted to hear.

I spoke again, "I'll clarify it.  I want you to fuck me.  I want your big
cock in my ass.  I want your cum deep inside me."

A huge smile filled his face and he said, " Yes, yes, I'll fuck you.  I
dream about it.  I dream of so many things to do to you."

He crawled upon the bed and laid on top of me.  He looked into my face and
brought his lips to mine.  A thrill went through my body.  I had never
kissed a man before.  I never knew it could be so erotic. We kissed, our
lips apart and our tongues touching.  Connor broke away to kiss my chin and
my cheek before coming back to my lips.

He said "I've been afraid to do this.  I was afraid you didn't want to.
I've been afraid to do other things too."  Then he went lower and kissed my
neck.  Still lower, he licked my nipple.  Still lower I felt a trail of
kisses down the center of my chest and stomach.

I thought to myself, "Oh, My God, he's going to do it."  I had wanted it
for so long.

I felt Connor's lips on the head of my dick.  He kissed it, and then took
my cock in his mouth.  It was magic. I moaned.  I heard him moan back.  The
feeling was wonderful, but more importantly he was doing something he once
said he would not do. He was doing it now.  He was doing it for me.

He rose to my face again and kissed me again.

He asked, "Ready?"

I said, "I want it this way."  I turned and got on my knees with my face on
the bed.  My ass was in the air, waiting for him.  I pulled a tube of lube
from beneath the pillow where I had placed it earlier.

He lubed his cock and I felt his fingers as he smeared lube across my
puckered hole.  He put his dickhead on it and his hands on my hips.  When
he began to push, I pushed back myself.  The discomfort forcing my hole
open was short lived, and he moved into me slowly, cautiously, inch by inch
until I was full and I could feel his pelvis against my ass.

He said, "Oh, you feel so good."

He began to move, back and forth, in and almost out.  Each thrust seemed to
go deeper.  That special pleasure that I felt when Billy fucked me came
quickly, even before I touched my own cock.  I couldn't help it, but with
every thrust of Connor's cock, I emitted a deep guttural moan.  I jacked my
cock as Connor fucked my hole.  I was in paradise.

As Connor got close, his breathing was deeper and he grabbed my shoulders
to pull me back as he pushed his cock forward.  I came first and shot
ribbons of cum in the air, landing on the sheet below me.  Connor was only
seconds behind and as my sphincter contracted with each of my ejaculations,
Connor responded with a flood of cum filling my insides.  We were empty,
having given all the cum we had to each other.  Now we just held each other
in a state of euphoria.

After a moment, I told Connor that I was going to lay down, and we did so
together.  I laid on the bed and could feel the cum soaked sheet under me.
Connor's dick was softening, but it was still hard and long enough to stay
in my hole.  His body covered mine.  His legs on my legs, his chest on my
back, his arms on my arms.  His head on my shoulder. He took his fingers
and intertwined with mine.

We laid there in bliss, sensing the movement of each other's chest as our
breathing slowed.

Connor spoke softly in my ear, "I wanted this.  I wanted so much more for
us.  I was timid and fearful to change anything.  It was you and Fran
fucking.  She gave you a ticket to the main event.  I thought our time
together was just a sideshow, that you would stop.  I didn't want us to
stop."

I listened and thought about how each of us had seen a boundary we should
not cross. We both retrained ourselves.  But not now.

Connor moved so he was leaning against my side.  His legs were across my
legs, and his right arm across my back, but now we were looking into each
other's faces.  Connor's restraint was no more, and words poured out of his
mouth.

"You are so good to me.  So unselfish.  So giving.  Over and over again.
So ready to pleasure me and please me.  I was a fool not to respond,
forgive me."

He moved his lips to mine and we kissed.  He continued his monologue.

"Why are you so nice to me, so good to me?  You must like me, right?  You
like me?" I mummed my agreement.

"You must like me a lot.  You like me a lot?"  I mummed again.

"It must be more than a lot.  You like me a whole lot."  I smiled and
mummed again.

"It's more than a whole lot.  It's like a whole lot times seven."  I
chuckled and mummed again in agreement.

"Well, a whole lot times seven means you love me.  Right?"

Then Connor began talking in a sing-song fashion, like a child teasing
someone on the playground, "Zachery loves Connor, Zachery loves Connor,
Zachery loves Connor."

I said good heartily, "Stop that silly song."

He said back, "Well, tell me.  Do you love me?"

"Yes, I love you.  I love you, but you are still crazy."

Connor exclaimed, "Hurray!  And Connor loves Zachery!"  And we kissed
again, our lips lingering long against each other.

We both lay there, happy and content, looking into each other's eyes.  A
minute or so passed in silence.  Then a serious look came across Connor's
face, and he said, "Don't laugh at me when I ask this question.  Did I do
it right?"

It was a question often thought and sometimes uttered by a boy or a girl
the first time they copulated.  It revealed an insecurity.

I responded, "You are a fantastic lover.  It was the greatest sex of my
life.  Right now, I am the happiest guy in the world."

Then Connor said,"I am no longer a virgin."  There was a pause, and then he
said "Or am I?  I fucked a guy not a girl.  Does that count?"

I said, "Yes, that counts"

He smiled, paused for a moment, and went on.  "Then we need to celebrate."

"How," I asked.

Connor said, "I'm going to fuck you again.  I need practice.  I intend to
keep you the happiest guy in the world for a long time to come."

THE END