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I'm Not Gay, part 3
The trip
continues into
the mind and pants of Ferris, the boy who's not (just ask him!) gay...
I got into the
locker room a little late and nearly everyone else had already changed
out. I was glad, because I was already getting hard thinking
about Philip and the blowjob idea, and I did not want to deal with a
hardon in front of the other kids. They’d be so into teasing me
about how gay it is getting hard in the locker room and I’m not
gay. Definitely not gay. I am too studly to be gay.
But I am definitely ready for a blowjob.
Philip and I
were the only ones left in our locker group. I wonder what was
taking him so long? Maybe he was hoping to get a look at my
cock. We were both down to our boxers, and mine had this huge wet
spot from me creaming my pants the period before. I turned
to face him. “See what you made me do, Faglip?” I said to
him. “Bet you wish I’d done it in your mouth.” Philip
reached down and touched the wet fabric. My dick was kind of
poking the front of my boxers out, and Philip gave it a little
squeeze. That, of course, made me start to bone up again, and in
a few seconds my hardon was pushing right against the wet spot.
Because the cotton was so wet, it was almost see-through, and you could
see my dick head really clear. The head popped right out of the
foreskin; it does that sometimes when I get really hard.
Philip wrapped
his hand around my dick through my shorts and just held me like
that. He didn’t say anything, just looked me right in the eye.
I said, “Will
you blow me?”
Still staring
at me and holding my cock, he nodded, and said, “When do you want to do
it?”
“Next period,
during activities,” I told him. “We can go to the back of the
library.”
We had to
finish changing out for gym, and I told Philip not to wear a jock or
underwear. Or a tee shirt. “Just your shorts,” I
said. “No jock.”
“You too,” he
said. He’s so gay, but I did it too, just to make his day. We
were both hard now, and naked, but we had to get to class before we got
marked late. So we pulled on our shorts and shoes and left the
locker room.
We went
out into the gym and got lined up for attendance and
calisthenics. We were supposed to do wrestling today, so Philip
and I paired up. We had to practice sitting out first, so Philip
got on his hands and knees, and I got on top of him, my hand wrapped
around his skinny waist, my right knee between his, my groin pressed
against his butt cheek.
“Man, you are
so skinny! How big is your waist, anyway?”
“About 22
inches, I guess. That’s the size of my belt.”
“I bet I could
hold your waist with my hands totally around you.”
“Maybe you can
try later.” I swear, that little dude had some serious hots for
me.
The whistle
blew, and we had to practice the move, so Philip sat out and I let him
push me down onto my back, with him on top. Then we tried it
again. This time, when I wrapped my arm around his waist, I
pushed my hand down his soft, smooth tummy inside his shorts, and
found his cock. I put my hand around it and felt it get harder
while I held it. This time when Philip tried to sit out, I didn’t
let go, and I pulled him back against me, and I rolled him down onto
the mat face down, still holding his cock, and lay on top of him, my
own hard cock pushing against his butt. While I held his cock, I
was rubbing my thumb around his dick head, and Philip was breathing
kind of hard, and his dick was getting real slippery. I thought
maybe he was cumming, but his dick was still hard, and I had not felt
it shoot, so I kept doing it.
Then we had to
set up again, and this time Philip was on top. He’s not quite as
tall as I am, and about half my size around the middle, so he could not
get much of a hold on my cock. But he tried. He was able to
stroke it with his finger tips until the whistle blew and I sat out
before he could even react and rolled over and pinned him in about two
seconds flat. I lay on top of him again, this time we were front
to front, and I was pushing my hard cock against him, and it felt
great. But then I realized that we might look kind of gay, so I
got off him and helped him up. His hardon was poking his shorts
out bigtime, at about a thirty degree angle. Mine was vertical,
tight against my belly. You could still see it, but not as
obvious as Philip’s. I’m glad, because I wouldn’t want anyone to
think I was gay or anything. Because I’m not.
We tried some
more moves and positions, and anything we tried, Philip and I were
basically jerking each other off. We were practicing pinning each
other, and when I picked him up with one hand under his crotch and the
other around his neck, he didn’t even resist. He just let me do
it, and I lay on top of him, face to face, crotch to crotch, and I
finished jerking him off. This time there was no doubt that he
was cumming. I could feel his dick pumping the cum out, and he
kept squirting and squirting. It seems like forever, but it was
probably about 30 seconds or so. The boy must be seriously gay to
cum that hard during wrestling class.
We we supposed
to run ten laps, but as soon as the gym teacher stopped watching, we
went back to the locker room to change. Philip’s shorts were
pretty wet, but neither of us were sweaty, so we didn’t shower.
We just got dressed and headed up to Activities Period. “Get a
pass for the Library,” I told him. “I’ll meet you there.”
He grabbed my dick through my pants by way of answer and I got hard
again.
I got to the
library first, and was disappointed to find that the back stacks where
I planned to get my blowjob had some ninth graders there looking for
books. So I had to find another spot. I looked around, and
noticed that the other end of the room was empty, where there’s nothing
but a supply closet, a bunch of work tables, and this folding curtain
so a class can work there without bothering the rest of the
library. I went back there, and pulled the curtain almost
closed. It was perfect: the lights were off, so nobody could see
us, and we’d be able to see anyone coming. I went back to the
front just in time to see Philip come in and give his pass to the
library aide.
“Come on,” I
told him, loud enough for the aide to hear, “I want to show you this
really cool book I found. It’s in the back.” Having covered
a basic reason for being back there, we headed to the back and, as soon
as we were sure no one was looking, ducked around back of the
curtain. Then we were alone and it was blowjob time. My
dick had stayed hard since Philip had grabbed me after gym. So
was Philip’s.
He unbuttoned
my shirt and slipped it off my shoulders, and then got down on his
knees to work on my jeans. He got them open and down in no time,
and then had me sit on a chair so he could pull them all the way off,
and my boxers too. I was totally naked now, sitting in
semi-darkness in the back of the junior high library. It was so
cool, and I was so hard. Philip got up and pulled his shirt over
his head, and then dropped his pants too and in a couple of seconds he
was as naked as I was. And as hard. He’s so gay, he was
really ready for me to fuck his face.
He was standing
right in front of me, his beautiful, soft skin gently reflecting the
dim light, his cock straight at that thirty degree angle pointing right
at me. He’s so skinny and that turns me on, and I reached for his
waist with both hands and put them around him. I couldn’t quite
get my fingers all the way around, but almost. I liked holding
him, though, and I pulled him towards me and I don’t know why, but I
bent down a bit and kissed the tip of his cock. I didn’t suck him
or anything, because I’m not gay, but it seemed right to give it a
little kiss. And then I told him to get on his knees, and he did.
And then
suddenly I have his beautiful, shiny hair all over my lap, and he takes
my cock in his mouth and it’s all hot and wet and wonderful and I start
to fuck his face and his head is bobbing up and down and I’m running my
hands through his hair and across his shoulders and down his back and
through his hair and he’s sucking me and licking me and it’s better
than I even imagined and I love Philip, O God, I love Philip, and I’m
pushing my cock into his mouth and into his mouth and into his mouth
and he’s sucking and I’m pushing and his wonderful hair is all over my
legs and his hands are rubbing there too and I’ve got his skinny
shoulders in both hands and his silky hair too and then I feel his hand
on my balls and my asshole and he’s pushing in and I can hardly stand
it, it feels so good and I grab his head with both hands and then I cum
and cum and cum and cum and it’s the best thing in the world.
Philip’s head goes still, and he’s still got me in his mouth, and I
pull him up. He straightens up, and then I pull him further up
and he sits on my lap, almost like a little kid, and he’s got my cum
all around his mouth and some is on his chin, and I don’t even think
about whether it’s gay or not, but I kiss him and he kisses me back,
and we both use our tongues and all, and I taste my cum in his mouth
and I wrap my hand around his cock which is still hard, and it’s
slippery again, so I just start jacking him with my whole fist, and
Philip starts pushing against my fist, fucking my fist like I just
fucked his mouth. I move my hand down to his smooth balls and
farther under even and he seems to like that because he moans a bit,
and then I go back down his thighs a few times and then back onto his
shaft and jerk him some more and I slide his foreskin back and forth
and back and forth and then I go all the way down and back up and then
rub my thumb across that really sensitive spot near the tip and while
we’re still kissing he starts cumming through my hand and hot cum hits
my chest, my stomach, my hip, it flows all over my hand, and his cock
is still pumping even though there’s no more cum flowing. And
then he’s done, and I’m done, and we have cum all over us, and it’s
incredibly gay, and I don’t even care. I just care about holding
Philip’s skinny, sexy body on my lap with his cock in my hand, and
having his cum all over me and kissing him and him kissing me.
We were just
getting our breath back and Philip said something about cleaning
ourselves up, when something we never expected in a million years
happened: The light came on in the supply room, which we could
see under the door, and the next moment, the door opened, and Mr.
Hardric stepped out, pushing a cart with stacks of text books and
notebook paper and other supplies on it!
“Mr.
Hardric! What are you doing here?” I asked. I couldn’t
believe my eyes, and I was so surprised I forgot for a second that I
was naked, covered with cum, and holding an equally naked, cummy boy on
my lap.
“I just started
today as a sub for Mr. Herrington,” he said. “He’s going to be
out the rest of the semester, and I’m taking his classes. I guess
I don’t need to ask what you and your friend are doing here!”
He pushed the
cart aside and told us to come into the supply closet, with our
clothes. So we gathered up our stuff and went inside. It
was a room with a lot of shelves and piles of school stuff, and another
door on the other side. At the far end there was a third door,
and he unlocked this one and led us through it. It opened onto a
smaller room. There were a few chairs and an old, stained
sofa. There was also a sink, a toilet, and a shower stall at one
end. A coffee pot was on a shelf, and a mini-fridge as
well. Next to the coffee pot was a bowl with a whole bunch of
condoms, and some tubes like toothpaste with YK on them. He
motioned us to the sofa.
“What is this
place?” I asked as we sat down, dropping our clothes in a heap on the
floor.
“This is a
secret room for certain teachers,” he told us. “When the building
was built, this was a private lounge so the principal could stay late,
change clothes, clean up, and so on. That was back in the day
when the principal had to do everything from putting coal in the
furnace to coaching the sports teams. Sometimes he even had to
spend the night here. Now, it’s just a left over room that only a
few people know about. I knew about this room when I was a
student here, and your principal now was my English teacher back
then. He brought me here all through high school. Only men
and boys come here. And
you have to know
the right people to get in. Fortunately, I know the right
people. And now, so do you.”
“These are the
rules for this room,” he went on.
“Number
one: Any sex with anybody new, and everybody wears a
condom. After you get checked out, you can bareback.”
“Number
two: Nobody knows about this room unless they are brought in as a
guest.”
“Number
three: anything that goes on in this room does not exist outside
of this room. In other words, if it happens in here, it doesn’t
happen anywhere else, and it never did.”
“Number
four: the only way you boys can get in here is with a teacher who
has a key. Do you understand the rules?”
“Uh huh,” we
both said, together. We were sitting on the sofa with our arms
around each other, still naked but not very hard anymore, with cum
dripping down our bodies. We were hearing rules about sex from
the Acolyte Director at my church who was now a teacher at my
school. And who was taking his pants off as he talked, and who
was sporting a huge hardon. This was unreal. If I thought I
had been dreaming earlier in study hall, this was way, way more
weird. But fun. And exciting.
Mr. Hardric had
his pants off, and he was now removing his shirt and tie.
His hard on must have been nine inches at least. I had not had
time to really look at it at church last week, seeing as how it was
mostly either in my mouth or my butt, but it was huge. He looked
at me.
“Ferris, have
you had sex with anybody besides me and Leigh, before today?”
“No, no
one. Until today.” I turned to Philip, who actually blushed
a little.
“And what about
your friend...?”
“This is
Philip,” I said.
“Philip, what
sexual experiences have you had?”
“Well,” Philip
replied, turning seriously red in the face now, “some older boys uh,
put their, you know, they stuck their, I mean, they...”
“You mean they
fucked you?” Mr. Hardric said.
“Yeah,” Philip
said in a whisper. “They fucked me.”
“Did they use
condoms?” Mr. Hardric asked.
“Yes, they
definitely did. And that’s all I’ve done. Honest!
Everyone thinks I do a lot more, but that’s really all. Until
today, with Ferris. When I blew him.” He looked at me and
smiled, his face still red as a beet. I gave his shoulders a
tighter squeeze.
“Well, I think
we can assume that you’re both safe enough,” he said. “Although
you did take a risk today. I want you to promise me you won’t do
that again.”
“Yes sir,” we
agreed, feeling a bit ashamed of ourselves for forgetting all of the
safe sex lessons we had heard so many times.
“So let’s give
you a proper introduction into The Special Men’s Room of Hard-on
High!” We smiled at the joke; it was funny to hear it from a
teacher, though. Our school is named for John Hardin, an officer
in the American Revolution. Among all the boys, at least, and a
few of the dirtier girls, it was generally called Hard-on High.
Apparently, we were about to learn a whole ‘nother meaning to that
joke. I put my hand in Philip’s lap and held his hardening dick.
“Ferris, did
you blow Philip today?”
I shook my head
no.
“Don’t you
think you should return the favor? It’s only fair, after all.”
“Well, I
dunno. It seems kind of gay...”
“Ferris.
This is sex. We do it because it feels good. We do it
because it makes our partners feel good. Don’t you want Philip to
feel good as you did?”
“Yes, but I
still think it’s kind of gay. And I’m not gay! OK? I
AM NOT GAY!!” I was getting kind of excited all of a sudden, and
I was shouting, and I don’t know why. But Philip just pulled me
closer to him and told me it was OK, and then as quick as I’d gotten
mad, I wasn’t any more. I turned to Philip and asked, “Do you
want me to blow you?”
“Only if you
want to,” he told me. I answered him by bending down and giving
his fresh erection a kiss. Then I gave it a big lick and went
down on him, all the way to his neat little patch of pubes. And I
started sucking like it was the best lollipop in the world. Which
it was.
Mr. Hardric
helped get me repositioned so that I was kneeling on the sofa, my head
in Philip’s lap and my ass in the air. And then I felt him doing
the same things to my butt as he had after church, except he was doing
them quicker this time. So I’m sucking on Philip, and I’m kind of
surprised that I really like doing it, and it doesn’t seem so gay after
all. I like feeling how hard he is in my mouth, and yet soft at
the same time. I like licking the slippery stuff that comes out
of his (but not mine). I like making his foreskin move up and
down using my lips to slide it around. And while I’m licking and
sucking, I really like playing with his balls with one hand, and
feeling all around his soft tummy and smooth chest with the
other. Philip seems to like what I’m doing, and that makes me
like it even more, and I realize that I really do want him to feel as
good as I did and so I suck even harder and faster and I’m going up and
down on his cock and I hear him kind of moaning and grunting and I am
pretty sure that’s a good thing and suddenly I feel Mr. Hardric push
into me, hard, all the way, and I know his huge cock is buried up my
butt and he hits THAT SPOT again and I almost let go of Philip’s dick,
except that he’s holding my head now and I can’t go anywhere and he’s
pushing into my mouth, practically down my throat and he’s fucking my
mouth and fucking my mouth and I can feel Mr. Hardric fucking my ass
and he pushes into me as Philip does the same and then they both pull
back and we’ve got this rhythm going, pushing into me hard, pausing,
pulling back out, in, pause, out, in, pause, out, and then it’s in,
pause, and cum and cum and cum and Philip is filling my mouth so fast
that it makes me cough and cum gets up my nose and Mr. Hardric is
filling my ass and so much hot cum is pumping into me I don’t know
where it will all go, and then I realize that someone has been jerking
my cock as well, and as if to release the cum intake, I start shooting
too and as Philip is finishing up, I’m squirting all over his legs and
the sofa and his hand and Mr. Hardric is done too, and he wraps his
arms around my middle and pushes me down onto the sofa, my head in
Philip’s lap, Mr. Hardric on top of me.
I am wiped out,
but I feel fantastic. I guess this is the third time I’ve cum in
like two hours. Philip too, I think. I don’t know about Mr.
Hardric. I could go to sleep like this, Philip’s thighs make a
nice pillow and Mr. Hardric makes a nice blanket, even if he’s kind of
heavy. I’m just about dropping off when Mr. Hardric gets off me,
pulling his cock out of my butt as he does so. That makes me feel
kind of empty for a moment, but Philip gives my head a stroke and I
look up at him and he smiles and wipes a glob of cum off my chin, and I
feel so good. So loved. So perfect. This sex stuff is
so incredible. I just know that it feels so good to have my head
in Philip’s lap and his cum in my mouth and don’t even care anymore
whether I’m gay or not gay or anything.
Thend.