Date: Sun, 16 Oct 2011 23:34:33 -0600 From: rob loveboy Subject: Jack-&-Jill-Went-Downhill-21 *My apologies for taking the summer off. I know that I pissed off a lot of avid readers. Forgive me*. Shit happens, get over it! I felt on top of the world again on Tuesday, a sense of infallibility and good humor. The only draw back was that I was running low on Cocaine and would somehow have to score more. I had a bank account with a little over fifty-bucks in it but without someones help I didn't know where to get it. My third period class was gym. I decided to join my naked class mates in showering, my hairless crotch didn't concern me in the least. A few boys my age had only mere sprouts of pubic growth anyway. Nor did the shameful fear of popping a boner encumber me, I wore one proudly while looking at the other thirty-two naked boys not for the first time, but with a new perspective. There were giggles and snickers but they weren't solely directed at me. Two others appeared just as excited as myself, but unlike me they attempted to cover their shame. I made a mental note of befriending those particular shy boys who were obviously stimulated in the all naked male environment, or were they aroused looking at me? Surely, they too possessed homo-curious tendencies to explore and perhaps I could open their eyes to the unknown pleasures at a later date. So self confident and esteemed was I, that the thought of masturbating right there in the shower was appealing! I was horny enough to do it and cock sure that I could even get a circle jerk happening, what a sensation that would stir among the crowd! Unfortunatly, the gym teacher was already hollering for us to hurry up. Maybe next class. Danny sought me out at lunch time and found me in the cafeteria sitting with a group of boys. I was the center of attention telling jokes and making rude comments about a table of five girls, two of whom were eating bananas; I need not say more, only that I wasn't as popular with them! Danny was quite jovial and in good spirits asking me out to his van parked in the student parking section. I sensed that the boys I was with were envious that a star senior football player appeared to be quite friendly with me. If only they knew exactly what he wanted me for, but I was more than willing and very happy that he hadn't shunned me after all! He wanted us both naked and I was sworn to secrecy while we undressed. The bed had been assembled in anticipation of the nooner, I presumed as I laid in comfort. Dumbfounded I was when the jock settled his muscular frame between my thighs and tasted cock for the first time! Apprehension and anxiety hindered his debut performance but after he relaxed and accept his denial for what it was,he was going to town slurping from the base up and down with great zeal. He had obviously thought about it and made up his mind to explore the taboo, He knew what to do, the old 'cock sucking' instinct from the recess of the brain had surfaced. I didn't tell him I was ready to cum and with only the slightest hesitation he carried on and swallowed, later commenting that it really didn't taste as bad as he thought it would, as he discovered the previous day by licking his fingers. Like Jill, he commented on my particular sweet taste. I wondered if he had ever tasted his own. The favor graciously returned by me, I got my wish and he held me in his arms as I bit and sucked his nipples for good measure, a pleasurable new discovery for him, we had about 15 minutes to spare and just relaxed. "Danny can I ask you something, and don't get mad, -- well... would you like to fuck me after school?" I asked shyly playing with the little chest fuzz, "I'd sure like that, ya know? I love your nice cock and all... and I really do like getting fucked. -- Ya know it's even better than pussy they say, -- I mean for the guy doin' it;... a lot tighter and warmer and... well, at least that's what I've heard, anyway." Without a moment delay, "You fucking bet, I would, I'd love to try that, Jacky!... Are you serious... like today after school?" he asked as excited as a kid in a candy store. "Holy fuck, -- yeah!" He was hooked, bait, line and sinker. I continued, "We could go to my place, -- in my bed. I promise ya won't be disappointed, I'm a really good fuck... I think." "Fuck sure, Jacky! Anywhere ya want to, but why not here, like.. in my van? It's comfy enough." "Yeah, it's just that we'd need to stop and get some lubricant cuz,... you're bigger than I've ever had before, Danny! Also something else that makes it easier and nicer that we'd need to get." "Anything, little dude! You say the word, I'll buy it... we can go to 'Drummond Drugs' for lube... condoms too, if that's what ya mean!" "No, Danny, it's not condoms. I'd like to... score some Coke,-- it makes it easier for me to do it cuz, like...it hurts at first and you're really huge and I want to enjoy it with you,... I wanna make you happy." "Oh... I know where to get it... it's just that... I don't think ya should be doing that shit, Jacky. It's nasty stuff after a while." "I just use it occasionally, Danny." I lied, "honest... it just helps put me in the mood, ya know, please!?" I plead. "Sorry little dude... I just can't do that... it would be so wrong of me." I seen my little con game fading and had to find a way to get him thinking with his other, prettier head. I rolled on top of him in a sixty-nine and licked his cock and balls while my bum hole faced him. With both hands I spread my cheeks, clenched my rectal muscles over and over. It had the desired effect, he was hard a stone! Danny sighed, circled a finger around my chute and groaned, "Fuck... I want that!-- I wanna fuck that ass so bad!" I said nothing and sucked him deep and squeezed his balls rather harshly, my hands weren't needed around my ass, he was parting my cheeks himself. "Please, Jacky... I want my cock in there,... Ooooh yeah," he purred, "oh yeah, so fucking hot!" "Ya can, Danny!... Ya can fuck the shit out of me all night if ya want. And I'd like that, too... " I had him hooked, just had to reel him in, "...but I need something to help us out... help me out, ya know?" I said as I got off him and started dressing for next class. His mouth opened, hesitated, then muttered, "I'll see what I can do, okay? How much do ya need, like, how much ya wanna spend?" The deal was done, I ran across the street to the bank ATM and withdrew my life savings. I had no idea how much that would buy, but I was positive that Danny wasn't going to rip me off. I was relieved, the thought of blowing some fat, smelly biker in a back alley like Jill had done was seriously being considered as plan B! I had come to the conclusion that staying in a blissful cocaine frame of mind and getting my brains fucked out by anyone with a cock kept me from thinking about Jillian. Without it, I feared I would have a melt down. I needed to stay alert and focused, exams were only a week away. After that I wouldn't need the cocaine, fate would decide if whether Jill came back to me, if not then time alone would heal my sorrow. In his lustful, horny mindset, Danny agreed to meet in my bedroom at eight that night. He had to find his dealer then take his mom somewhere, the quickie in his van after school was denied him. I wanted him in my bed, the headboard banging, the springs clanging, home sweet home. More so, I wanted to be in his arms after the sex for as long as I could keep him there. I needed someone big and strong, like Jillian. The way I see it, sticking your cock in either of the lower extremity orifices, male or female, constitutes a one time only loss of virginity, after all, a fuck is a fuck. Males uniquely have two virginity's to give up, one of which may never be surrendered by him, his ass, but Danny was going to loose one of his virginity's inside of me. No cunt would ever have bragging rights to that jock! He'll have fucked my hole first, and the mere thought of that reality excited me to no end! After school with a refueling of powdered courage and an added dose for good measure, I found myself in the boys locker room among the athletic closet cases. The same groups and even a few more than the previous day loitered in full male splendor. I again saw them sizing each other up; fingers tugging to inflate flaccid appearance, the quick gander of eyes, the flaccid and semi erect states, the strategically held towels that draped casually in front only to circumvent full disclosure of aroused truth! These were the 'under-jock' socialites, not quite worthy of top status, the underdogs, the wanna be jocks with tarnished egos who didn't make the cut that year on whichever sport they yearned to excel at. The result: fringe benefits of female companionship associated with macho success lost to their more talented, air head adversaries! Nonetheless, the ever promiscuous male need for sexual contact prevails and the homo part of the brain manifests itself to explore uncharted territory. Jillian's very accurate "Homo Chromosome" theory became ever so clear to me then; an Epiphany! I experienced a phenomena of mental telepathy that infiltrated their thoughts. I heard, or at least sensed carnal desire for one another being bantered in my head. Weaker vibes emitted the notion of getting on knees to service someone; stronger ones entertained that same desire in reversal, to get serviced by anyone. Far more overpowering of my strange ESP was the majority of the 'spirits' deemed that circumstantial tolerance could be given to engage in mutual masturbation and/or circle-jerks. A homo-erotic diversion that could down-grade the more seriously considered sexual acts that were emanating from the ultra-conscious auras that I could actually see spiralling over the heads of the teens like locust! I closed my eyes and shook my head, but my psychic illusion was still present. Since I was already at the highest plain, it was only natural that I be the one My startling sense of cosmic superiority prophesied that all it would take was one male to initiate something and most would fall into harmonic foreplay. I envisioned others at a higher plain of alternative sexual cognizance would overcome any shameful thought deviation and delve into deeper exploration than those still at the lower plain. Wearing nothing but a smile and an inflated ego, my cock stretched to a painful extent, I sauntered over to a cluster of five teens standing around the change bench all seemingly engrossed in the erotic ritual while talking and laughing with similar group of primping peacocks about five feet away. I took up space among the camaraderie as if I belonged there, laughing at something I had no idea was being discussed. Immediately eyes were lowered checking me out top to bottom with a pause at my junk. Not a word was mentioned within my circle of friends, I was sure two of the teens showed favorable interest as I fondled my balls that weren't hanging one iota and primed my cock, a lingering stroke from the base to the head and back between two fingers as casual as could be. I inspected their merchandise with close scrutiny, much longer than a guy should. I thought each pair of gonads and the accompanied meat were all quite delectable. The 15 year old teen to my left kept smiling at me and I returned the pleasantry. He played with himself to the point where the old handy towel procedure was put into play and I saw that as a most opportune moment to break the ice and free them all of their homophobic inhibitions. My plan was simple, slobber my hand with saliva, reach over under the towel and grasp his cock and masturbate him. He would reciprocate and that would certainly capture the attention of others who would randomly seek out a cock to fondle to erection and so on. Next, I would get on my knees and blow him causing mass euphoria, not unlike the rave concert! I reached for the treasure-- Suddenly, the locust vanished into thin air, the electrified erotica was curtailed. The magical mystery ride went into hysteria. The connection was broken. I heard a loud voice that brought me out of my trance and it was being directed at me! "What are you, a faggot... look guys, he's sporting fuckin' wood lookin' at yer junk!" chuckled a blond senior. "I think he was goin' for your cock too, Ricky!... Did ya see that?" piped up another senior, joining his pal in ridicule. Both teens entered the locker carrying gym bags. I recognized both as being on the senior football team. The teen of my desire, obviously named Rick, said with disgust, "He was not, Frank... gees, he's just boned up. Like you never pop wood?" Frank smiled then moved forward in a flash and pulled the protective towel out of Rick's hands, pointed and laughed. Rick was also quick and swiped the towel back to hide his embarrassment. "Christ Almighty, go take care of that thing before ya hurt somebody or poke an eye out!" teased Frank. "Fuck off, Frank!" Rick said with anger, red faced. "Yer fucking girlfriend appreciates it, she told me about your handicap!" he quipped back. "Jesus Christ all you guys must be fags... standing around in the buff together!" Frank chuckled, taking in the scene around him. Everyone broke into forced laughter and all was forgotten but the gay insinuation clearly had and effect on the aura. The teens nonchalant attitude of naked male bonding became a rushed frenzy of sudden modesty. Everyone was either hiding their genitalia with towels, pulling on gym attire or street clothes and worse yet, pulling up underwear under waist wrapped towels! It was as if I had been transported to another place and time.! What could possibly have gone wrong? I knew that answer in an instant. Homophobia swept in like a dust storm, a gay reference was made and they all suppressed their 'Homo Chromosone' back into storage! Ricky, dressed in all white tennis garb and carrying a racket, was making his way to the gym. I caught his eye and smiled seductively and winked. He blushed, looked at my nakedness, my hard cock nodded at him and he rushed out without stopping. I slipped on just my shorts and made my way to the gym. I had no real plan of finding an activity and thought I would just look around to see if anything interested me. The only thing that did seem to interest me was cock! Bulging cock that bounced, bulging cock that was stationary, boys wresting on mat's and every once in a while I caught sight of pink testicles peeking from loose, high riding shorts. The intertwined positions were erotic, crotches in faces, heads between thighs and hands brushing baskets. I found out quite by accident standing under the climbing ropes, that a lot of guys don't wear underwear! All of it had me desperately craving cock and I didn't care whose it was. I wanted Rick's monster and almost had that chance I still believed, had those jock-strap seniors not disrupted the positive energy field and good karma! It was four o'clock according to the score board timer. Four more hours to wait for Danny to satisfy me. Four hours too long. I had to find someone to blow, or better yet, fuck me! I hoped that the locker room would again be a happy hunting ground, if not I would dress and go home. I started toward the door and stood frozen in place. My prayers might have been answered! Sitting in the gym teacher office at a desk was my home room teacher Mr. Flynn. He was the extra curricular activity monitor that day. I regressed to that day at the Aquatic Centre seeing him fully naked and handsomely endowed and he was a definite boy-lover too! I wondered if I would be too old for his liking, perhaps my new 'litttle boy' clean look would be enough to arouse him. I devised a plan to find out. He was marking papers when I hobbled into the office complaining of a groin pull playing volley ball. He immediately showed concern and took me into the medical room and had me lay on the gurney while he prepared a cold compress. I figured he would have sport injury training being assistant football coach, my plan depended on it! My boner was tenting my shorts when he returned asking where the pain was, left or right side. I placed both hands at each side of my crotch making my erection quite prominently displayed within my shorts. "All in this area here, Mr Flynn." I said, placing my fingers under my tool and pressing the material inward so that both sets of fingers touched, wrapping my dick tight within. There was no mistaking what was exposed, and it had his attention! He looked at me, looked at my condition and looked at the open door. Without saying a word he closed the door and I heard the distinct click of the lock. Sweat was beading on his forehead and running down his temples. The strained material of his tight track shorts displayed what I already knew him to be packing as he stood to my left. "I...I...I'm going to have to check for swelling, Jack," he stuttered, "and possible bruising." "Okay, Sir." I responded, lifting my rear end for him to slide down my shorts. The slap sound of skin hitting skin was audible, so was his gasp. He liked what he saw, it would be all down hill from then on! Going through the motions of examining me, he placed his trembling hands on either sides of my groin. I felt the tips his fingers on my nut sac. The sweat was then running down his face and he was breathing rapidly. "Does it hurt there?" "No" "How... how about there?" he whispered, all ten fingers pushed down at the base of my shaft, causing my crown to flare. "Ooooh, no, Sir" I cooed, "that feels good!" He was a man that was used to seducing young boys, not the other way around. Although I wanted to move things along, I resisted the temptation and let him take control. I would play the innocent! "How about we take these off so you can spread your legs wider?" he suggested, not waiting for a reply, "Then I could check you out better." Having only worn the shorts, I was naked and spread my legs wide. One hand began exploring my nether regions; my balls, my ass, the other caressed my chest and tummy. "Mmmm... your hand's are nice and warm, Sir." "Everything checks okay down here -- I'm going to check your penis now, okay? You might have injured it." he whispered moving his hand slowly down from my chest and taking me in his hand and squeezing it lightly. "Aaaah... aaaaah, that feels so nice!" "Ya like that, Jack?... I can make it feel even nicer, but you can't tell anyone, okay" "Yes, Sir, sure. I promise!" I replied in an innocent, boyish tone, He bent over and took me in his warm mouth and sucked hard. It was a great blow job, experienced. Several minutes later, he stood, pulled down his shorts and underwear and began stroking his huge cock while fondling me. "Wow, ya sure got a big one... holy cow!" I flattered. I look much larger and menacing than what I remembered. Mr. Flynn reached and pressed a button that lowered the bed and told me to sit on the edge. Standing in front of me I didn't need to be told what to do, I was to anxious to taste the slit juices and the fleshy shaft itself. It was more than he expected when I took a health portion and sucked my heart out! His knees wobbled and his whole body shivered when I played with his big, heavy balls. He wasn't quite as large as Texas' in length, but a mouthful nonetheless of soft, meaty girth about the thickness of my wrist. I debated whether I wanted it up my ass but my craving to get fucked was insatiable. I released him from my mouth and peered up at him and with the most innocent voice I could muster I committed myself. "You can fuck me if you want to,Sir!" "Www!" he asked shocked. "Really... I mean... you want me to?" I didn't reply, I crawled onto my tummy and lifted my little whore ass in the air. Spreading my cheeks with both his hands, he fingered my hole to about the first knuckle. I was delirious with impatient lust, I wanted him in me, an adult man. I wanted it to hurt, the pain to be excruciating even more so than when Jill took me that way. I deserved it, to be punished for being the slut boy that I had become! Fuck you Jillian for running out on me! Fuck you for introducing me to the seedier side! I don't need you anymore, I'm fucking my brains out behind your back just like you've been doing to me! I began to sob quietly. Flynn had found some lubricant, not surprising considering where we were, and began insertion. I bit down on the rubber mattress cover as he pushed past the sphincter, the painful spot. He was thick, I was tight and the progress was agonizing and slow, he was being as gentle as he could asking me if I was okay and permission to continue. "Fuck me, Sir" I blurted, "Fuck me hard, Ive been a very bad boy and I deserve to be punished!" That statement must have had an exceptionally erotic impact. Flynn grabbed my waist in a bear hug and plowed into me. I seen stars and became light headed, tears wet the white sheet as I bit the rubber mattress again. He was deep, I thought he might crush my pelvis with his hold on me. I lost my bladder and pissed, then I passed out! I regained a foggy, disorientated consciousness to discover I was being crushed. Several seconds past before I recalled the events leading up to my uncomfort and a constipated sensation, I'd just been fucked by my teacher! My head ached and snot had hardened in and around my nose. Flynn was breathing heavy and I felt his cock twitch a couple of times in finale of his orgasm. I felt dirty and ashamed as I pulled on my shorts, Flynn was washing my filth off his manhood at a sink.The reek of the room and the soiled bed was nauseating. I left him standing in only his shoes and socks, bade no farewell making a hasty exit and not even closing the door. I needed a toilet and shower as soon as possible, nose candy to follow. I didn't bother with the flock of peacock, I didn't see any magical locusts nor did I have visions or read any minds. I did however see Rick drying himself, he smiled at me and winked as I walked past naked and into the shower room to cleanse my sins away and try to make sense of the past two hours. Rick's smile and wink disturbed me. He did the same on my return from showering. Was it a knowing wink, as in where I'd been, what I was doing and with whom? Was it seductive gesture indicating interest, or was he teasing me in gay ridicule for doing the same to him earlier? Showered and clean, nasal passages clear and wrapped in a towel for modesty sake, I stuck my head in my locker for a much needed snort. The thought of waiting even another ten minutes for privacy was unbearable and I took a daring chance with so many people milling about. The effect was instantaneous, I felt regenerated, alert and of course infallible, happy as a clam. Startled, I turned to see Rick standing behind me fully clothed and gym bag in hand. He was smiling, but a shy smile and asked me if I needed a ride home. The answer to my dilemma seemed clear, he was interested in me! Or, as it turned out, what I could do for him. I gave him directions and he drove at a snail's pace. He was rather quiet and had a flushed look, as if he had something on his mind but was reluctant to say. I didn't need ESP to understand what it was, his hand resting in his crotch said it all. I stared at the bulge in his jeans and his fingers lightly rubbing the mound, and with bravado I didn't beat around the bush. "If ya want a blow job I know a private place near here for ya to park." I said as casual as could be. I directed him to the same spot Danny had pulled into the previous day. With his jeans to his knees I serviced him for about five minutes, he was very appreciative and complimenting my expertise until he was graciously spewing a sour taste over my tongue. I laid in my bed and reflected on the day, two and a half blow jobs, a mega fuck and another on the way. Jillian would be proud. I fell into a deep sleep.