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From Last Time:
"We have to go," Angela said. "Jennifer's Mom is going to kill her, because she was supposed to be home by five."
"You've got to be kidding!" Todd cried.
"No, baby I'm not," Angela said, taking one second to cup his cheek with her hand. "We'll do more after the next project meeting," she said. "I promise!"
"That's not for three whole days!" Todd lamented.
"I'm sorry!" she called over her shoulder as she and Jennifer hurried up the stairs. Jennifer turned back to me, smiling broadly.
"Bye Bill!" she said brightly. "See you in school tomorrow!"
We listened to their footsteps dashing across the floor above us and then the back door opened and crashed closed.
We listened to the silence for a full ten seconds.
"Fuck!" Todd said.
"Yeah, man," I agreed, flopping next to him on the couch in commiseration. "We were so close!" Of course Todd didn't know that I meant he and I were so close to doing something, not us and the girls.
"God," he whined. "I've got such a boner!"
"Yeah," I said. "Me too."
"Um, Bill?" he began. "Do you think they were going to make us suck each other?"
I searched his eyes for a clue as to what answer he wanted. I couldn't read him, so I went with the truth.
"Yeah," I said. "I think that was coming up soon."
"Would you have done it?" he asked. "I mean, so you could get to suck... or lick I guess... Jennifer?"
I pretended it was a tough decision.
"I guess so," I finally said. "I mean, we went this far."
"Yeah," Todd agreed. "Do you think they'll make us do it next time?"
"Yes," I said. "I think Angela will pick up right where she left off."
"Well," he said, squirming and looking away. "If we're going to do it next time anyway we could just, you know, get it over with."
All my muscles tensed as I struggled not to jump for joy.
I forced myself back under control and said, "If we did we wouldn't have to spend three whole days worrying about it."
"Right," Todd said, his whole manner brightening. "We should just rip the band-aid off."
I didn't know exactly what he meant by that. I only knew that we were about to suck each other's dick.
"Would you go first, though? Please?" he asked plaintively. "I don't think I can wait another minute, and -- don't get mad, OK? -- but I think you kind of want to."
I just looked at him. Exactly how honest should I be with Todd? Did it matter, given that he had already figured me out?
"I'll do it too, I promise," he said. "But I'm so hard right now I can barely stand it."
I looked down at his bulging briefs and could actually see his dickhead throbbing under the tight-stretched cotton. I hesitated another five seconds for appearances.
"You promise you will?"
"Yeah!" he said eagerly, knowing I was giving in.
"Well, OK," I said with mock reluctance and slipped back to my knees just as before. I hooked the waistband of his briefs with my fingers and began sliding them down, Todd assisting by raising his hips. In a second his raging stiff, deep-pink-headed four inches sprang into view.
My breath caught in my throat. I'd known since I was eight that I wanted this, but now that it was right in front of me and it was really going to happen I found myself unprepared. It had been this purely hypothetical concept for a third of my life, unthreatening because it wasn't actually real, but now suddenly it was. I could chicken out, but I knew that would only postpone it. It was going to happen someday and I knew I'd be pissed at myself if I didn't take this leap right now.
Todd's rigid cock pulsed before me. There wasn't a hair to be seen but I could smell his onrushing puberty and it was tremendously exciting. The skin of his throbbing penis was pink with blood and taut to near bursting, the deeper pink head bigger and fuller than I remembered it in the flaccid state. His balls hung loosely and almost touched the sofa cushion beneath him, decent-sized plums clearly outlined in their wrinkled sack. It was the most beautiful vision I'd ever seen in my life, and it was inches from my face.
Todd sighed and I looked up to his pleading eyes, which brightened to delight as I leaned forward and opened my mouth.
He sucked in his breath as I sucked in his cock.
Something primal took over and every bit of hesitancy departed in an instant. I attacked his hot, hard flesh with my tongue.
It tasted wonderful, a perception that must have come entirely from my own excitement because in fact a dick tastes pretty much like any other skin, like nothing really. But knowing that I finally had an actual boy's actual cock in my actual mouth was the hottest thing I could even conceptualize. Hundreds of fantasies over the previous four years had not done it justice, and I found myself reveling in the wonderful reality, sucking and slurping with crazy abandon.
"Ohhhh!" Todd breathed, not even sounding like himself. "Oh, God, suck it!"
I intended to.
My first blow job may have been amateurish but Todd sure seemed to enjoy it. I adored the feel of it: the spongy shaft, the rubbery tip and the iron-hard core. I took it deeply, deciding that I was glad he wasn't all that long so that I could take every millimeter of it into my mouth. My lips clamped tightly around its slightly flared base and I felt the pulses and throbs all along its length. Todd gently thrust his hips upward, maybe a half-inch of movement, and I loved that he was participating. He was gently fucking up to my mouth, and it was hotter than hell.
It was all instinctive. I pulled back and tickled the tip with the point of my tongue, slurping it and licking all around it before plunging once again to full depth. His moans came faster, increasing with my own intensity. I found his soft, hairless balls and fondled them tenderly, and he reacted yet again.
"Oh, fuck it feels good!" he grunted, and I felt tiny tremors in his flat stomach. His legs tensed and relaxed and he pushed his hips up to me more urgently. I sucked even harder and pumped my lips up and down his wonderful hard cock.
On and on it went, and I thrilled to the pleasure I was giving. I had dreamed of this day for so long and now the dream was real, and for the first time I recognized that the giving was just as important to me as finally experiencing a cock. It was no longer only about me.
"Oh, man!" he cried. "Don't stop! Don't stop! I'm gonna get... Oh shit I'm gonna get the feeling!"
I had been shooting gallons of cum all over the place since I was ten so I knew exactly what feeling he was talking about. I hadn't expected Todd to get there because I never did until after my pubic hair appeared, and like with boner size I only had my own experience to go by. I thought boys couldn't cum until they had hair, but Todd seemed about to disprove that. I decided to ride his dick until the end no matter how it ended.
Todd's hands came to the back of my head, the first time he had touched me in the whole blow job. He didn't hold me tightly, just sort of caressed my head as he thrust even harder and faster. His belly clenched and his thigh muscles tightened, and he arched his hips up from the couch.
I had eaten my own cum many times, sometimes rolling my legs up over my head so that it shot straight down into my open, waiting mouth, so I was completely ready for the thick, boiling gush that seemed imminent.
Todd groaned loudly as he crested the wave, his loins pulsing their hardest as the orgasm flooded through him. There was a taste and a slimy something on my tongue, but nothing like my own gooey fluid. It was a tiny trickle of something that reminded me of the thin pre-cum that always leaks out of me moments before I fire my pearly cannon shells. I kept expecting thicker, more viscous fluid but it never came. This thin offering was all Todd had to give, not enough to even swallow or spit out, really, but by his intensity and fervor I knew this was his ultimate feeling, and I was thrilled that I was the one who gave it to him.
"Oh my God," he murmured in his high, unchanged voice. "Oh man... Oh shit..." His voice trailed off to nothing but heavy breathing.
I held his still-stiff cock in my mouth, gently nursing it, unwilling to let it go. I thought I might hold it until it went soft but after half a minute it had only slightly retreated, and in fact I felt it begin to pulse harder again. Much as I would have loved to start all over again I reluctantly released it and sat back on my heels. Todd's eyes opened into slits, then fluttered open a bit more.
"Wow," he gasped, his chest still heaving. "Thank you, man, thank you. That was amazing!"
I smiled fondly. "I'm glad you liked it," I said.
"Liked it?" he said with an incredulous grin. "It was the best thing I ever felt!"
I grinned back at him, locking our happy eyes. In a few seconds though Todd looked away and I knew he was checking that crazy clock behind the bar.
"It's twenty to six. We've gotta get moving," he said with urgency. "Give me my underpants."
I must have looked stricken because he reacted in surprise, then smiled when he realized why.
"No, it's OK," he said. "I'm gonna do it. I just want to put my clothes on in case my parents come home a few minutes early. They do that sometimes, and I need to be able to run upstairs and stall them while you get dressed."
I smiled in relief and handed him his briefs. Todd finished dressing while I shucked off my underwear and sprawled on the couch. He licked his lips nervously as he got to his knees between my wide open legs, warily examining my thick, throbbing five inches.
"Do you make sperm?" he asked uncertainly.
"Yeah," I said. "Since I was ten."
He didn't look happy at all, and like an idiot I found myself considering letting him out of it. In truth I had been more interested in sucking him than in getting sucked myself, and while I did want it it wasn't worth turning him off to the point that I'd never get to suck him again.
"Do you make a lot?" he asked nervously.
I shrugged. "I don't know how much is a lot."
"You know Tommy Reynolds?" he asked after a pause. "He told me how he spied on his big brother once when he was jerkin' off and all this white sperm squirted like a fire hose, all up on his stomach and everywhere. He's 17 though, so I kinda hoped you couldn't do that yet."
"Sorry," I said with a grimace. "Same thing, all over myself."
"Oh, shit," he said as if ascending the gallows. "Can you maybe warn me before you squirt it?" he asked timidly. "I mean, I'll keep my mouth on it, because you did, but I just want to be ready for it."
I decided to compromise. "You don't have to take the sperm in your mouth," I offered. "You can suck just until I'm ready to squirt and then finish it with your hand."
Relief filled his eyes, but then they clouded over again. "But you took mine, and it was so amazing to do that in your mouth! It wouldn't be fair if you didn't get to feel that too."
I smiled at my generous friend. "You didn't make very much," I said. "Mine would be a lot more."
"Did mine taste bad?" he asked.
"No," I replied truthfully, but I stopped short of telling him what a fine confection I thought it was. "It didn't taste like much of anything. I've tasted my own and it's stronger than yours, but it isn't so awful."
"Yeah, I tasted mine once too," he admitted. "It was just kind of slimy and bland."
We looked at each other in silence for a moment.
"OK, then," he said in decision. "You can squirt it in my mouth but then I'll spit it out, OK?"
"Yeah, OK," I said and smiled affectionately. He shyly returned it.
Todd knelt there unmoving for maybe ten seconds, both his soft hands on my thighs. I wondered if he was chickening out after all, and what I would do about it if he did. Actually I was pretty sure I would let him off the hook, if for no other reason than to avoid scaring him off, so I could suck him again under Angela's orders. Then his eyes flicked up to mine and he gave a little self-effacing laugh.
"OK, Todd," he said to himself. "Put up or shut up."
He leaned in and opened his tender young mouth.
I gasped in amazement as his soft full lips closed over my cockhead. I had never even tried to imagine what this would feel like, my fantasies having always focused on being the sucker, but now the exquisite sensations flooded over me. Todd wasn't even doing anything yet, just holding the head of my dick between his lips, but it was so overwhelming all I could do was suck in a lungful of air and experience the wonder of it.
In five seconds Todd released me and leaned back, the look on his face nothing but frightened. I looked questioningly at him but in a second he shook off the fear and smiled sheepishly.
"It's OK," he said softly. "I'm not stopping. I just can't believe I actually did that."
"I know," I said. "I felt that way too."
"The other thing is I don't know what I should do to make it feel good for you."
"Just do what you want to do," I said. "I didn't know how, either. I just made it up as I went along."
"You did amazing!" he said. "I want it to be that good for you too."
"Do you remember what I did?" I asked.
"Shit," he said. "I'll never forget it!"
"Then do the same things," I suggested. "Believe me, whatever you do will be fantastic."
Todd steeled himself once again and leaned back in. He took it in his mouth again, this time sliding his lips down another inch or so. Still he only held it, but after a short pause I felt his tongue come forward and begin to caress my achingly hot flesh.
"That's it," I said. "Oh, that feels good, Todd."
In a few seconds he began to work me with his lips and tongue. Clearly he was getting used to it, though I still didn't think he was enjoying the experience. To be honest that kind of sat badly with me. I didn't want him to suffer through this just so I would continue to help him with Angela. Though his soft warm mouth felt wonderful on me my pain-in-the-ass inborn kindness wouldn't let me just use him.
"You don't have to do this if you hate it, Todd," I said. "I think it's great that you're willing to try, but I don't want you to do it if you think it's disgusting."
He pulled off, but immediately grabbed my shaft with his hand as if to reassure me that he wasn't bailing out. "It's OK," he said, breathless from his exertions. "You did it for me."
"No really," I said. "I feel guilty about it. And don't worry, I'll still help you get with Angela."
He met my eyes with sincerity and said, "No, it's OK. I said I would and I will."
With a small, unconvinced smile I said, "OK, if that's what you want."
Todd didn't reply. He went right back down on me and began pumping up and down on my cock with methodical, let's call it workmanlike, determination. He couldn't take all of it but he gamely got down as far as he could, his lips keeping firm contact around the circumference of my dick and the slick flat of his tongue sliding along its underside.
It felt incredibly good but there was virtually none of the enthusiasm I had shown for him. That's the difference between a truly gay boy and a boy pursuing a means to an end. Todd wanted Angela, and if the road to her genitals went through mine he was willing to endure it. It bothered me, but a stiff dick has no conscience and soon Todd's discomfort took a back seat to my lust.
Looking back, for a 12-year-old boy having his very first sexual experience I think I lasted a fairly long time. Still, my young hormones took over at about the two-minute mark and I felt my climax approaching at full gallop. A squeaky sound came out of my mouth unlike any I ever remembered and my hips began thrusting up to him.
"I'm almost there, Todd!" I managed to say and punctuated it with another strange, high-pitched yip. My stomach clenched and my thighs tightened as I thrust up to his still-pumping mouth. I expected him to pull off despite his assurances that he wouldn't, and it would have been OK if he did.
"Oh, shit!" I yelled, not even knowing where it came from, and thrust my cock forcefully up into Todd's mouth. He held himself down on me taking it to its deepest point yet and held steady as my cum began to spurt. I clenched and grunted and gasped my orgasm and Todd stayed right down -- just as he said he would -- until my convulsions slowed and finally stopped.
When my eyes opened and I rejoined the living I realized that he was still down on me. Our eyes met and I saw a look of satisfied accomplishment.
Todd backed gently off of my still-hard member, keeping his lips closed, and I was impressed that he didn't lose a drop of my fluid. He looked comical to me as he carefully rose from the floor and hurried to the bar, where he grabbed a handful of napkins and meticulously spit out my boy-juice. After he had pittooed every possible bit and taken a giant gulp of Coke he turned back to me and awkwardly half-smiled.
"Did I do OK?" he asked.
"Fuck yeah!" I said. "Man, that was awesome!"
He smiled that awkward smile and said, "I'm glad, but you'd better get dressed now. My folks will be home any minute."
The next morning in home room I looked for Todd but didn't see him in his usual seat. I was excited and happy and couldn't wait to tell him again -- privately -- what an amazing thing he had done for me, but he was nowhere to be found.
In a minute I noticed Jennifer looking my way and smiling in her cute way, with eyes that said she liked me. I smiled awkwardly back just as Angela said something that took Jennifer's attention away. To my surprise Angela caught my eye for a second and also smiled fondly.
Ironically, the chubby gay boy was doing pretty well with two cute girls.
Finally about two seconds before the bell Todd hurried into the room and slipped into his seat. He shot me a glance that certainly was neither excited nor happy and then studiously kept his black eyes trained on Mrs. Harper, who was saying something I mostly missed but might have been about Glee Club tryouts, she being a music teacher.
My mind immediately went to the Armageddon scenario.
When you're the weirdo, the pervert, you live in constant fear of being outed, although that word did not yet exist in 1966. Logically I knew that Todd could not actually out me -- not without outing himself too -- but he certainly could make my life difficult.
If he was unhappy with what we had done it wasn't my fault. I had given him every chance to get out of it and he had done it anyway, so if he was now regretting it he had nobody to blame but himself. Still, I couldn't help internalizing the guilt. I liked Todd and I hated to see him upset, and after all I was the queer so it must have been my fault somehow.
It would also mean the end of our partnership on the project, not that I gave a shit about Plate Tectonics at that moment. I was thinking more about the girls. I still very much wanted to watch them get it on lezzie-style and was still hoping Angela would facilitate getting Todd's cock back into my mouth.
In junior high we traveled from classroom to classroom for different subjects like in high school, but like grade school the same class of kids stayed together all day. After home room I waited for Todd in the hallway and fell into step beside him. I thought our few-minute walk to first period Math class might give us a chance to talk.
"Hey, man," I said in what I hoped was my usual friendly manner. "You were almost late this morning, huh?"
"Uh, yeah," he said awkwardly. "Barely made it."
He quickened his step, I presumed trying to get away from me, but I was two inches taller and my longer legs made that unlikely. We reached an intersection of two hallways and had to stop to let a gaggle of kids go past.
"Hey," I said in quiet concern. "Are you all right?"
Todd turned and met my eyes, then gave that awkward smile of the day before.
"Yeah," he said. "It's all good. Let's get to Math, OK?"
Todd warmed up as the morning passed, smiling more genuinely and even asking me to sit with him at lunch, which he did not usually do. As we looked for a table Angela saw us and waved for us to come over to sit with her and Jennifer. They had saved us seats.
"Hi Todd," Angela said in what she apparently thought was a seductive voice.
It wasn't.
Todd smiled awkwardly and placed his brown paper lunch bag next to Angela. Though my mind flashed forward ten years to pushing a baby carriage through the park with Jennifer, I sat next to her anyway.
"Hi Bill," she chirped, in a perfectly normal, happy 7th grade voice, and smiled at me very genuinely.
"Hi, Jennifer," I said bashfully. I didn't know if I wanted to be her boyfriend, but I did want to be her friend.
We busied ourselves unwrapping our sandwiches and opening our half-pint milk cartons, Angela smiling directly at Todd and Jennifer smiling at me. I found it a bit disconcerting.
I took a healthy bite of my baloney on Wonder Bread with mayonnaise just as Jennifer smiled broadly and eagerly asked, "Wasn't that funny in Social Studies this morning, when Aaron McConnell got up to read his newspaper article for Current Events and his zipper was wide open?"
We all laughed, though I felt a bit sorry for Aaron because it could happen to anyone. He came from a different grade school so I'd only known him since the start of this year, but he seemed like a nice enough kid.
Truth be told I found him pretty cute.
"I had the perfect angle," Angela said smugly. "I looked right in and saw his underpants!"
We all laughed again and Angela basked in the attention, so she followed with, "And you know what?"
She leaned over the table and gestured us all to put our heads close, then whispered, "It looked like there wasn't even anything in there!"
Jennifer laughed and said, "Oh Angela! You're so bad!"
I glanced at Todd and he sat gobsmacked just like me, with the same stupid grin frozen on both of our faces. Aaron had never done anything to Angela but here she was throwing him under the bus for something that might not even be accurate. I had not yet had the chance to scope Aaron in the showers so I didn't know what he might be packing, but who shows very much standing up in front of a Social Studies class anyway?
I found myself thinking two things: one, that I was sure glad Angela already knew that I had something in my pants that didn't deserve mocking, and two, that if she ever did come up with something against me she wouldn't hesitate to use it to get attention.
Jennifer piped up, "The best part was when Mrs. Evans noticed and whispered it in Aaron's ear. He turned red like a tomato and spun around so fast he almost fell over!"
The girls giggled heartily while Todd and I shared a slightly frightened glance.
"You boys did great at Todd's house yesterday," Angela said out of nowhere.
My eyes popped open wide and I nearly choked on my baloney, nervously looking around to see who might have heard. The girls both started laughing while Todd and I looked apprehensive.
"On the project!" Angela said with a grin. "Why, whatever were you thinking of?"
I'm sure my face was just as red as Aaron's had been, but I shyly smiled. Jennifer caught my eye with an affectionate look and it made me feel better. In fact, her friendly smile carried me right through the rest of lunch period.
After dumping our garbage and stepping back into the hall Todd stopped me with a hand on my arm.
"You girls go ahead," he said. "Me and Bill have to stop by our lockers."
I didn't need to stop at my locker but I wasn't an idiot, so I followed his lead.
"So listen," he said softly after the girls were gone, "you wanna come over to my house after school?"
My mouth opened in shock.
"Are you sure?" I finally asked.
"Yeah," he said. "I'd really like you to."
I shook my head in wonder. "Yeah, OK," I said, and we made plans to walk home together just as we had with the girls the day before.
After school we walked and chatted about nothing until I was sure no one was close enough to overhear. "Um, Todd?" I began, "are we gonna do what I think we're gonna do?"
He looked away embarrassed but then made eye contact. "I figured we would," he said softly, "if you want to."
I smiled, "Oh, I want to," I said. "I just didn't think you did, after how you were this morning."
Todd looked away again. "Yeah, I'm sorry about that," he said. "I guess I was kinda mean to you."
"No," I said reassuringly. "Not mean, really. I just thought you changed your mind about all that."
"I did," he said. "I was awake all night." He looked around for eavesdroppers and continued in a hushed voice. "All I could think about was that I really did it. I really sucked a guy's dick! It's just so... homo!"
I knew even as he said it that he wasn't precisely calling me a homo, but the implication was clear and I was certain he blamed me for the situation. I thought of pointing out the fact that he put us in the situation in the first place, but I thought again and bit my tongue.
"By this morning I had decided I was never gonna to do homo stuff again, even if I never got to touch Angela ever again." He shot me an apologetic look and quickly said, "I didn't mean you're bad because you like it! I just decided I didn't."
"But now you changed your mind again?" I asked, confused. Todd smiled shyly, a look I was beginning to find endearing.
"I guess so," he said. "I couldn't stop thinking about how bad it was, but then I started thinking about how good it was. We were sitting in Math first period, and I couldn't help looking at the back of your head."
I sat one row ahead of Todd in Math class and one seat to his left, which was the direction he had to look to see the board.
"It made me remember looking down when you were, you know, sucking me, and I just got a massive boner! I couldn't stop thinking about how you made me have that great tingly feeling, and how you kept sucking and sucking even after I was finished, and I got all tingly right there in class. Fuck, I'm thinking about it right now!"
I glanced at the front of his pants and, sure enough, there was a noticeable lump.
"But the weirdest part is I started thinking about when I did it to you," he went on sheepishly, "and I was all excited about that, too. I was kind of mad at myself because I realized that I want to do it again!"
He had a grimace on his face and I thought he might cry.
We arrived at Todd's house and he let us in the back door, by which time he seemed to have calmed down somewhat. This time we went up to his room instead of down to the rec room. Todd put down his book bag and sat in his desk chair, his hands in his lap, and regarded me nervously. It didn't escape me that he sat in the only place where I couldn't sit next to him.
"We don't have to do this," I said, a little bit pissed at his careening moods. "I can just go home."
"No!" he said quickly, standing up and stepping toward me. "I... I really want to, OK?"
"Only if you're sure, Todd," I said.
He licked his lips. "I'm sure," he said, and stepped forward to take my hand. He sat on the edge of his bed and pulled me to sit next to him. "Can we, maybe, just kiss first? Like yesterday? That's the thing that really got me started."
"OK," I said with a smile and leaned toward him. He leaned in too and pressed his lips firmly against mine. There was no tentative beginning, no nibbling pecks on each other's lips. In a second we were fully engaged, our mouths crushed together in full-on tongue-swirling abandon. The memory of yesterday's first-ever boy-kiss flooded back to me and I was back in Heaven.
Todd was a very aggressive kisser and just like yesterday I found myself pushed over onto my back, Todd climbing on top of me and attacking my mouth. I felt his rock-hard four inches crush against my thigh exactly as it had before and suddenly we were fully into it.
We were naked in seconds, re-engaging our wonderful kiss and Todd's hot boner now pressed against me skin-to-skin. Todd broke the kiss and looked deeply into my eyes.
"Let me do it first," he said. "We were in kind of a hurry yesterday by the time it was your turn. Today I want to do it to you for a good long time."
I wasn't going to argue, and I lay back and opened my legs.
Todd looked at me with more lust than ever, then ducked his head and engulfed more than half of my cock. He was like a completely different boy, sucking aggressively and passionately and acting like he actually wanted to do it. Obviously he had reached a turning point in his mind and made a decision, and it was one that I liked!
He pumped up and down, his lips and tongue never breaking firm contact with my steaming flesh. He would pause at the head, swirling his tongue around and around the same as he did my tongue when we kissed. I realized that he was really very oral, a boy after my own heart as it happens, and before it was over he had learned to give pleasure every bit as well as I did.
I felt the pressure rising and I warned, "Todd, it's going to happen soon. I'm going to squirt."
He looked up with smiling eyes and kept steadily pumping. I held his cheeks with my palms, thrilling to the way his jaw muscles flexed as he worked me. I felt the heat emanating from my gut, spreading outward and upward until it engulfed my entire body. My stomach clenched and my thighs contracted and the old familiar wave of euphoria washed over me. I thrust upward, burying my cock in Todd's mouth right to the hilt, and my cum began to spurt. Three distinct waves contracted my balls and he took all I could fire, and this time when he spit out my jizz he wasn't so careful to get rid of every possible speck.
With only happy smiles for each other we switched positions and I sucked him for a very long time, bringing him close and easing off a couple of times before finally taking him to his pulsing, convulsing orgasm.
Todd was a lot more relaxed afterward than I expected him to be and didn't insist on getting dressed immediately. In fact we lay on his bed naked and, incongruously, small-talking for quite a long time about anything and everything. I saw 4:15 on his nightstand clock and started to roll out of bed, but he stopped me.
"Just a second, OK?" he said with an embarrassed smile. "Can I ask you something?"
"I guess so, sure," I said, and he scooted over to sit close beside me, two naked boys on the edge of the bed.
"Um, how did you know you were a ho-- I mean, that you liked boys?"
I locked eyes with him and saw both sincerity and friendship. He had almost called me a homo but it wasn't malicious. That was simply the word for it.
"I just kinda knew," I said, deciding not to play games. "I knew I was interested when I was, like, eight, and by the time I was nine I knew I wanted to mess around with a boy."
"When did you actually do it?" he asked, again without malice.
"Yesterday," I said.
"Really?" he asked with arched eyebrows. "You did it so good I figured you must have done it before."
"Nope," I said. "I wanted to, but I never did."
"I always knew you were looking at me in the locker room," he said. "At first I thought I ought to be mad, but I actually kind of liked it."
I tried to read his eyes but didn't get anywhere. "So then, do you...?"
"Like boys too?" he finished. "I don't know. I'm kind of confused. I know I like the stuff we do, but it's not like I get all sexy every time I see a boy."
"I do," I said. "Most boys, anyway. I thought the only reason you did stuff with me was so you could get with Angela."
"That's what it was at first," he said sheepishly. "When she made us kiss I told myself I would just pretend it was her, you know? Like you said, boys' lips are just the same as girls' lips. But then we got into it and man! I just really liked it! I liked it just as much as kissing Angela."
I smiled and blushed a bit. "I could tell," I said, "especially when I felt your hard boner against my leg."
Todd smiled and blushed even darker than I had. "I'm still super hot for Angela," he said. "I get a funny feeling inside every time I think about her, and I just really want to touch her and do everything with her. Look, I'm getting a boner again just thinking about it!"
Sure enough his cock had pumped back up to full stretch, and I found myself thinking I could probably stay another 20 minutes.
"Are you just pretending with Jennifer?" he asked, bringing me back down to earth. "I think she really likes you, and it's kind of not fair if you're only pretending to like her back."
I thought about it for a moment before answering. "I was just pretending at first," I admitted guiltily, "going along with it to help you get Angela. Then when Angela said we had to do stuff with each other I thought we'd both get what we want; I'd get to be with you and you'd get to be with Angela. But I did feel guilty about poor Jennifer because she wouldn't get anything.
"But then something happened. The girls fooled around with each other and it was super hot, and I really liked it. I mean, I never wanted to do anything with a girl before, but all of a sudden I really wanted to do stuff with Jennifer. I really do like her."
Todd smiled and said, "I'm glad. Don't get me wrong, I'd let you fool her if that was the only way to get with Angela, but I wouldn't feel good about it."
We sat in silence for a moment, each deep in thought. Finally I said, "Todd? Do you think maybe we like boys and girls too? Like maybe I mostly like boys but I like girls a little, and you mostly like girls but you like boys a little?"
He clearly had to cogitate about that.
"Maybe," he finally said. "I was kind of freaked out after yesterday, but now I'm really glad we did it again."
"Me too," I said and we shared an intimate smile. All traces of weirdness seemed to be gone and as we dressed and went down the stairs he smiled at me and told me how much fun it had been.
He even kissed me goodbye just before letting me out the back door.
The next morning I approached Todd with a friendly, but wary smile. I wouldn't have been too surprised for Mr. Hyde to show up to home room again rather than Dr. Jekyll, but Todd was friendly, if maybe a bit shy. Again he warmed up as the day went on and between bites of peanut butter sandwich at the lunch table he smiled that special shy smile and I knew he would ask me to his house again as soon as we had a private moment.
I sucked him first that time, lying at a 90-degree angle with my cheek on his soft stomach and pleasuring his bone-hard stiffy at leisure. I caressed his balls and tickled my finger behind them, which made him sigh in pleasure.
"Pull your knees up to your chest," I said, and he looked at me questioningly. "I think your body is cool, but I haven't really seen that part."
"Why do you want to see that?" he asked uneasily. "I kind of feel weird about it."
"I won't do anything," I said. "I just want to see."
"Well, OK I guess," he said and pulled his knees up, exposing the back of his hairless scrotum, perineum and wide-open, light brown butthole.
I gasped at the sight. It was unexpectedly lovely, intriguing and sexy as hell. There was a slight butt smell but I was surprised to realize that it sort of turned me on. I couldn't take my eyes off of that tiny puckered opening. I admired it for as long as I could get away with and then moved away with an embarrassed smile.
"OK, then," Todd said. "Let me see yours."
I looked at him in surprise, but when he gestured me to flip over with a swirling index finger I shrugged and rolled onto my back, pulling up my knees.
Instantly I knew the weird, apprehensive feeling that Todd expressed when I asked to see his. It's a very sensitive, very private spot on a person, and not easily trusted to another. It was only fair, though, so I opened myself up for his inspection. In about 15 seconds Todd had had enough.
"Well," he said, "I like the back side of your balls. There's so much hair in the front but in back they're perfectly smooth and it's kind of pretty. I like the part behind that, too, like between your balls and your butthole. There's a little line of skin, like a seam in a shirt or something, that goes right to your hole, and that's weird and kind of cool, too."
I let my knees drop and we made eye contact, Todd grimacing apologetically. "But the butthole... I don't know," he said. "It's kind of gross."
I thought about pretending to agree so I didn't seem weird but I didn't want to screw up the amazing honesty we were building.
"Not to me," I said sheepishly. "I like yours."
He looked at me for an extra beat and then said, "OK. You can see it whenever you want. Just ask."
I smiled in appreciation of his generosity and acceptance, and though I never laid a finger -- or a tongue -- on Todd's butthole it was the beginning of a lifetime of fascination with hairless little back doors.
Thanks for reading Part 2 of Woulda Shoulda Coulda #3: Todd and the Girls. Part 3 is coming soon, or if you came to this story late it's already in my story archive here on my Prolific Authors page.
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