Date: Thu, 19 Aug 2004 21:50:58 -0400
From: marianasdeep@hotmail.com
Subject: Seduced after school

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			   Seduced After School


Nick was sexually precocious.  I was naive.  I got fucked.

Part 1.  I suck.

In 6th grade, my friend Jim and I were riding bikes with the new kid in the
neighborhood, Nick.  When we got to Jim's driveway, I got off my bike and
Nick and Jim kept circling me on their bikes and I would try to grab them.
At one point, I reached for Nick's crotch.

"Hey, knock it off you horn!" Nick protested.

Laughing, I grabbed again.

"Hey, what are you?  Queer or something?" Nick reacted.

I didn't know what he meant, but I knew to stop.  I couldn't figure out why
my peers were starting to get so uptight about something that just used to
flow so naturally.  The year before, Jim said, "I think we should stop.  I
mean you're in 5th grade and I'm in 4th.  I think we're getting a little old
for this."  "This" referred to "stripping," what we called our sexploits.
We didn't know why we did what we did, other than it was exciting, naughty,
and felt good.  We even 69'ed a few times.  By 6th grade, it all came to a
halt.

That year, we all began showering together in gym class.  I kept to myself
as others taunted each other, snapping towels or accusing someone of being
queer.  But I would look.  That year I taught myself to masturbate, scared
the hell out of me the first time, but it became a regular, after school
habit.  That year, Jim moved away, and though I missed him, I was glad he
was gone in a way.  My secret about my past with him was now safe.

In 7th grade, Nick and I and a bunch of other neighborhood kids starting
hanging out together, doing juvenile delinquent things like snowballing
cars.  The excitement about possibly getting caught was a thrill.  I started
going over to Nick's house regularly.  Nick lived with his mom and older
brother in his stepdad's house.  His mom and step-dad worked until 6 leaving
Nick in the care of his older brother, so we pretty much had a run of the
house from 3:30 'til dinner time.  Nick's bedroom was part of a finished
basement with a T.V. room and his bedroom having separate doors opening to
the unfinished part of the basement.  Nick's bedroom and the T.V. room
shared a wall, but if the T.V. was on, you couldn't hear anything coming
from his room.  When we got home from school, his brother and I would watch
T.V., Speed Racer or something stupid like that, while Nick got changed in
his bedroom.  His brother would usually go outside to play basketball or
something, and Nick and I would hang out in his room.

Nick's room was so cool, paneled walls with no windows, but full of the 70's
posters popular at that time, "Keep on Trucking" and the obligatory Farah
Fawcett poster.  He had blacklight posters, a blacklight, and of course, the
lava lamp.

"What do you think of Julie at school?" Nick asked.

"Yeah, she's nice,"  I replied.

"Hot!  I'm thinking about calling her up.  I want to fuck her." Nick said.

I sat in silence, but was getting excited thinking about Nick's overt
sexuality.  It was all I could do to wait until I could get home and relieve
myself.  A couple of days later, we followed the same routine, Nick's
brother and I watching T.V. while Nick changed.  Suddenly Nick called out.

"Hey Joe, come in here."

As I walked in, Nick closed and locked the door behind us.  I noticed Nick
hadn't changed yet.  He walked over to his bedside table, opened the drawer
and pulled out some Hustler magazines and threw them on the bed.

"Sit on the bed and look at these!"

As I sat thumbing through the magazine, Nick walked up to me, standing with
his tight, brown Levi's cordoruy pants, his bulge near my face.

"Here, look at this.  The dick-o-meter.  Isn't that great?" said Nick
laughing.

Near each picture of different women was a cartoon of a penis, flacid if the
woman wasn't attractive, half mast if nice looking, and upright if "hot."
While I was looking, Nick walked over to his closet and started unbuttoning
his shirt.  He pulled his shirt out of his pants and off, revealing his
moderate sized pecs (for a 13 year old), quarter-sized nipples, skinny
abdomen, inward navel, and tight waist.  He turned and started hanging up
his shirt, then grabbed his belt, loosened it, undid the button, and
unzipped his fly.  Nick was changing in front of me!  He didn't seem to mind
that I was not only there, but watching in uncomfortable but excited
disbelief.  I had to look down or else reveal my excitement when he let his
cords drop and started pulling them off at the ankles.  I was treated to a
nice view of his tight ass in white briefs, but still had to pretend to look
away because he was turned just enough to see me peripherally.  I thought
that was going to be it, that now he would put on his jeans, but instead he
grabbed the elastic waist band, pulled the underwear first off his ass in my
view, then off his cock.  He let them drop to his knees, then lifted each
leg to step out, each lift revealing a different view of his ass.  Nick's
ass was tight but it wasn't round, an extension of his legs, with just a
slight tuck revealing his hanging balls.  His cock was long enough to see
the tip and half his shaft hanging below the back view of his balls.  He
turned and walked toward his dresser, giving me a side view of his swing
with each stride, opened the top drawer and started digging for a pair of
underwear.  When he got them, he turned to walk back nude to the closet
before putting them on.  By the time he got them up, he was slightly erect
as he pulled his underwear over his swelling boy-manhood and put on his
jeans.  He walked up to me bare chested, zipping up.

"Did you see the game on page 37.  It's called "match the twot with the
face." Nick laughed.

Again, I felt an urge in my groin.  After he threw on a t-shirt, we went
upstairs and outside to shoot hoops.  I had to keep hiding the obvious lump
in my jeans from my hard-on.  By the time I got home, my underwear were
sticky in front.  My mom made me take out the garbage and get the mail right
when I got home.  I was pacing around before I could finally sneak off to my
room.  I sprayed after just a few strokes.

The scene repeated itself the next day, and while conflicting my gaze
between the magazine and the strip show, Nick said:

"Look at the 'fantasies' on page 29.  Near each photo of a babe there's a
paragraph about what fantasy they want to live out.  Getta load of this one,
'I want to do it with a 14 to 15 year old boy, one who's just on the verge
of becoming a man.'  Man, she can call me anytime!"

As he said this, his excitement was beginning to show in his underwear.
Then he took them off and I got a view of a half-mast.  I thought I would
explode right there.  My cock was so hard it hurt.

Day after day, Nick would change in front of me, we'd hang out, then I would
run home, try to get to the privacy of my room and unload.  One day when we
got to his room, Nick waited to change, talking about music and stuff.  Then
the T.V. in the other room went off and his brother went upstairs.  Nick
told me to wait and walked out and into the other room to turn the T.V. back
on.  When he came back, he locked the door and told me to sit on the bed.
Nick walked over to his closet and began undressing as usual.  When he
slipped his underwear off his ass and was lifting up each leg to step out, I
noticed I couldn't see his cock between his legs as usual, and his balls
were pulled up.  When he turned around, he was sporting an enormous,
straight-up erection.  He walked over to me, his cock steady as he walked
bringing it to eye level as I sat.  I looked up at him.

"I know you've been enjoying watching it, now I want you to enjoy sucking
it."

He stuck his cock in my face.  I looked down from his gaze at his few short
strands of pubic hair, unable to focus on the tip, which was now at my nose.
  How did he know I enjoyed watching?

"Suck it."

Oh, the conflict in my head.  Did I want to?  Yes.  Did I dare?  No.  It
would be the end of my reputation.  But he already could see inside me, that
I enjoyed watching.

"Go on, I know you want it.  Suck it."

He knew I wanted it (how?), but I couldn't let him hold that one over me.
At this point, I could tell our friends he was sticking his dick in my face,
and they would tease him.  If I put it in my mouth, I could lose all my
friends if they found out.  But I had to say something fast, something that
would make him back down.

"Will you suck mine if I suck yours?" I asked.

"Are you kidding?" he responded.

I thought that would end it, but his cock was still in my face.  Now I had
lost all my advantage.  He could tell everyone that I was asking to trade
blow jobs.  I could still refuse, but what was the point now?  And I wanted
it.

"Suck my cock."

The ultimate middle school insult, but this time for real.  I had to refuse.

"No" came out of my throat timidly with a sigh of frustration.

"Go on, suck my cock.  I know you want it!"

He could see right through me!  What should I do?  I hesitantly moved his
cherry tip above my mouth with my nose, turned my head to the side, and put
my lower lip on his upright shaft just below the head.  I pulled off and the
cock sprung following my lip, the tip bumping me in the nose.  I pushed my
lip on it again, then pulled off again, hoping that would be it.

"Come on, use your tongue."

This time I put my lower lip on, and gave a quick lick to the shaft.  Then
both lips and the tongue on the shaft.  When I pulled off, I had a sweaty
taste in my mouth which made me stop.

"Put it in your mouth."

This was my last chance to withdraw, but my hesitation was admitting that I
wanted it.  I opened my mouth and moved by tongue back.  I hesitantly put my
upper lip over his tip and put the top of the head against my hard pallete
and felt his slit against the rolled-back underside of my tongue.  It was
over.  I had his cock in my mouth.  I pulled it out and licked the shaft
again.  My break made me think I was done, a temporary denial of what just
happened.

"Wrap your lips around your teeth, put your tongue out, and put it in your
mouth..."

I suddenly realized I was not done, no, he was just getting started.  I did
what he commanded.  As the head and shaft slid across the top of my tongue
for the first time, I got my first big taste of cock.

"...ah, there."

Now I had nothing to stop the advance of his cock, and I felt his head on my
soft pallete and the taste on my tongue.  It was the pasty taste I
remembered from 69ing with Jim, but it was more intense and there was more,
an "other" taste I hadn't experienced.  Nick pulled his cock back himself
leaving the head in, then put it in again.  Then back and in again.  I
realized that, unlike with my tongue back, with my tongue down I didn't have
control over how deep it could go, and Nick was putting it in deeper with
each advance.  Then Nick put it to the back of my throat and my nose went
into his pubic hair.  He only had a partial bush of short hairs, but I got a
strong armpit-like smell mixing with my strong and new tastes of cock and
pre-cum.  I started to pull off, but Nick's cock was on its way in.  That's
when I realized I didn't have complete control of when it was in and when it
was out.  I wasn't just sucking cock, I was getting my face fucked.  Nick
was fucking my face.  A new and anxious thought occurred to me.  Unlike
before with pre-pubescent Jim, I had a cock in my mouth that could unload,
most likely more than mine could.  I started to back off thinking I could
get off if I needed to, but Nick was moving faster and faster.  I was so
horny, I reached for my shirt and started unbuttoning.

"Leave your shirt on, and start using your tongue."

As Nick put in and pulled out, I would lick his head and slit.  His cock was
getting fatter, and I was getting more of that "other" taste.  Nick was
moving faster and faster.  All I could hear was "ah,yeah...suck my
cock...ah,yeah...suck my cock..."  Middle school insult after middle school
insult.  On top of that, I knew what was coming and prepared closing the
back of my throat.  When he started to unload, I tried to get off, but still
got two blasts in the mouth.  The next one hit my nose and cheek, as I let
the cum in my mouth leak down my chin onto my shirt collar.  The next one
hit my neck, and the last two hit my shirt.

I didn't like the taste at all, and spit out and wiped with my sleeve.  I
was kind of mad, but very excited.

"That was great.  You're quite a cocksucker." Nick said reminding me of the
ultimate insult.

"What am I going to do about my shirt?  My mom will find out." I said to
show some of my anger.

"Relax, we'll wash it here.  Take your shirt off."

I unbuttoned and pulled off my shirt, kinda excited that I finally could
expose my pecs, tits, and skinny frame.  Nick pulled on his pants and we
went into the unfinished part of the basement, throwing my shirt in the
washing machine.

"Hey dumb ass, we're not going to do a whole load just for your shirt.  Wash
it in the basin."

"Yeah, I can wash the cum out of my hair too." I replied.

"You don't need to.  It matches your blonde hair."  Nick said laughing.

When we were back in his room, Nick said, "Next time I want you to stay on
it.  Don't back off until I'm done."

"Next time?" I thought to myself.

When I finally got home in the privacy of my room, I dropped my pants and
noticed I already had a large load in my underwear.  "Where did that come
from?" I thought.  I stripped off my underwear and wacked off anyway,
releasing another huge load.

The next day at school was really uncomfortable.  I kept avoiding Nick and
wondering who knew.  Toward the end of the day, Nick approached me.

"See ya after school.  My place."

After my hesitation, he added, "Don't worry.  No one knows and won't know,
unless..."

"Unless what?"

"Unless I don't see you at my place."

Part 2  I swallow.

When we got to his room with the door closed, Nick started unbuttoning his
shirt and I started unbuttoning mine.

"Leave your shirt on." Nick said.

"I don't want to mess it this time."

"Don't worry, you won't.  It's all going in." Nick laughed.

I stared him down, "Bullshit," and took my shirt the rest of the way off.

"There's only so much threat in those blue eyes."  Nick said.

"Fuck you."

Nick dropped his pants and underwear together, "No, suck me."

I sat on the bed and waited for him to come over.  Nick walked over to the
mirror on the wall opposite his bed.

"Come here."

I stood up and walked over face to face.  "Go down."  To do this, I
obviously had to kneel in front of him, which is exactly what Nick wanted.
He had us profiled in the mirror, and he turned my head to make sure I
noticed.  Nick slapped his cock on my face a few times, then pushed it on my
lips.  I opened, wrapping my lips over my teeth and lowering my tongue.
Nick inserted, making sure I saw this submission in the mirror.  Again, I
was arranged in a way that I could not completely control the advance of
Nick's cock.  As he thrust in and out, I knew I could at least get off when
I needed too.  Nick's cock was getting fatter and I was getting that "other"
taste again.  I was starting to back off his cock, when suddenly Nick
grabbed the back of my head with both hands.  I tried to get off his cock,
but there was no way.  I was going to be taking his whole load.  After a few
quick thrusts, he held my head on his cock and unloaded.  As my mouth
filled, I opened what little space I could between the base of his cock and
my lips to let some cum drip down my chin, but when my mouth was full, the
last three sprays had to go down my throat.

"Ah...That was great.  Did you swallow?"

I grabbed his underwear and wiped off and spit up what I could.

"Yep, you swallowed!  How was it?" he asked, laughing.

I was mad, but didn't know what to say.  Grabbing Nick's underwear off the
floor, I undid my belt, my jeans button, and unzipped.  I pulled my pants
and underwear below my kneeling knees and started to wack off, holding
Nick's underwear to catch my load.  While I stroked, Nick sat back on the
bed and watched, slowly stroking his own cock!  I sprayed and missed his
underwear a lot, but most of my load was rubbed into the fabric.

"That's quite a load.  I'm impressed."

As the week's went by, at least once a week, "after school" was spent in
Nick's room.  He no longer had to threaten at school for me to show up.  If
he asked,  it was just assumed I would be there.  I was always nude when I
blew him, wacking off.  We agreed that he could unload in my mouth and I
wouldn't back off, but that he wouldn't hold my head when he unloaded.  We
were usually in front of the mirror, and he was sizing up my nude body, but
he never blew me.  A lot of times, he would lie back on the bed with his
head propped up, and he would make me take his cock from many angles.  Only
after many weeks would he let me hold and rub his glorious ass, if he were
standing while I serviced his cock.

Part 3  I get fucked.

One day, we both got nude and were profiled in the mirror.  I started
sucking when Nick suddenly pulled out, turned and stepped back from the
mirror.  He then told me to kneel in front of him again and resume, which
meant turning 90 degrees facing away from the mirror that Nick was looking
into.

"Spread your knees apart a little."

When I did, he moaned a little, but I didn't think anything of it because I
was, after all, sucking him.  For the next couple of days, this was the
position we used, and I slowly realized Nick was looking at my ass in the
mirror.  I was proud of it.  It was tight, but unlike Nick's, it was round
and filled out.  I always wished I could take the same pride in my cock, but
I was small.  Nick's cock was at least twice as big as mine when I first
started sucking him, and by now it had grown even bigger.  Erect he was 7
inches, which was well endowed for a 13 year old.  My nose was now going
into a pretty full pubic bush he had developed, even if it was just limited
to the region right above his cock.

One day in the locker room at school, I had just gotten out of the shower
and was near my locker with my towel loosely around my waist.  I only had
one other kid in my locker row and it wasn't Nick.  I looked around and
noticed I was alone in my row before I dropped my towel.  Just then Nick
surprised me.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

Nick grabbed my ass, then started rubbing it.  He was looking around to make
sure the coast was clear, but he wouldn't let go of my ass.  I pulled away,
and was really uncomfortable.  Nobody had ever grab-assed me before, and I
certainly didn't want anyone to see it happening.

"See you after school." Nick said, and then left.  My anxiety about the
grab-ass gave way to excitement, and I grew an erection.  I never had an
erection in the locker room before, and was terrified someone would see it
before I could at least get my underwear on.  I got dressed quickly and
left.

After school, Nick and I started undressing.

"Leave your underwear on and kneel in front of the bed."

I did as Nick told.  Nick grabbed a bottle of lotion off of his dresser,
then knelt behind me.  He pushed on my back.

"Lay your chest on the bed.  I'm gonna do you."

I got excited.  Finally, I was going to get a blow job!  Nick turned my head
to remind me of our profile in the mirror, then pushed my head down on the
bed.  He reached into my underwear around front and grabbed my cock with a
lotioned hand!  Wow.  I was finally going to get off from Nick!  With his
other hand, he peeled back my underwear, folding them down inside out below
my ass while the elastic leg bands were still up by my balls.  He then
started rubbing lotion on my two prominent globes, never releasing the hold
he had on my cock.  I was wondering how he was going to blow me in this
position unless he layed face up between my legs, but now he was stroking my
cock, so I started to think I was just going to get jacked.  Hey, alright
with me.  Especially with the lotion, great idea!  The fact that he was
enjoying my ass at the same time was a real turn on too!  Suddenly I felt a
cool stream of lotion along the entire length of my crack.  Nick rubbed it
in, paying particular attention to my hole, which felt good.  The lotioning
hand took to pushing down on my lower back.  Then the other hand reaching
around to my shaft lowered to the base of my cock and grabbed my balls.  He
extend his arm through my legs while the hand still had my balls, pulling
them back.  Man that hurt.  I kept raising my ass higher and higher to avoid
the pain.  Then Nick raised his hips onto my ass and I felt his hard cock on
my crack.  He started rubbing his cock back and forth along my crack in a
sea of lotion.  Nick grabbed his cock with the hand that had been pushing my
lower back down, but he maintained a firm grip on my balls.  I watched in
the mirror as he suddenly pushed down on his cock and leaned forward.

Confusion and pain mixed with sensations of being opened...Nick's cock was
entering my ass.  I felt it, and in the mirror, I saw it descend into my
hole.

"What are you doing?" I yelled.

"Fucking you!" Nick yelled back with delight.

I tried to squirm away, but Nick had my balls.  The cock was going in
deeper, then stopped.  Fucking me?  You can't fuck boys!?  Nick pulled back
and tried again.  In.  It stopped.  Out-In.  It stopped.  Again, then again.
  Each time it stopped, it hurt like hell.  Nick kept adjusting, trying to
get more of his shaft to go IN, but it wouldn't go.  He was getting
frustrated when he leaned forward and his cock went UP with little
resistance, and much less pain.  He got a whole quarter of his cock into me
that time, then pulled out.  Then back UP.  This time half.  Then more.
Then more.  Out-UP.  Out-UP.  Out-UP.  Nick was finding his rhythm.  I was
getting fucked up the ass.  To go UP rather than in, he started climbing up
on my back, letting go of my balls.  I felt the warmth of his pubic area,
navel and stomach against my parted cheeks.  Then his chest on my back.
When he was completely on top of me, his cock was buried to the hilt.  I
felt his balls below my asshole.  Now it was UP and out, FORWARD and in.  up
forward. up forward.  I was getting fucked, and I couldn't believe it.

"You like that cock, don't you?"

Nick's pace was quickening and I started feeling stimulation.

Say `fuck me'."

I had to repeat, "fuck me."

"Say, "I want it."

"I want it." I said, feeling like a slut.

"Say `It's so big'."

I was about to surrender the last of my manhood, "It's so big."

He coaxed me through that order again, then set a rhythm without his
instructions, "Fuck me...I want it...It's so big," over and over again, a
thrust with each phrase.  His thrust were getting more and more furious,
then one last deep push.  I felt my ass filling with warm liquid.  After
holding for two or three sprays, he withdrew his cock and shoved it in
again, holding it in place.  Two or three more sprays.  Then out and in
again.  Again.  More until I felt cum coming out of my ass and running down
the backside of my balls.

Nick pulled out and layed back on the bed.

"You're quite some pussy."

I got dressed in silence, and left.

We only fucked a few more times after that.  Toward the end, he had me lie
on my back on the bed.  He grabbed my legs, put one leg over his shoulder,
my other knee folded onto my chest.  He loved to fuck this way and watch me
lose my manhood, knowing I could see his pounding my ass.  At one point, he
climbed on top of me, his face approaching mine.  I thought he was going to
try to kiss me, but instead he kept going and put his chest on my face.  He
told me to suck his nipple, which I did while he fucked my ass.  That's what
I remember most, sucking his masculine chest with my nose catching the sent
of his armpit, while his manhood took mine.  Later, I learned he had been
fucking Julie for the last month of our sessions.  That's when I quit.  I
knew if he told anyone, I could tell he had been fucking me, either to our
friends who would be disgusted, or to Julie who would inform the whole
dating world.  He never told anyone.

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