Date: Thu, 14 Sep 2017 12:21:08 -0400
From: Fmhar1969@aol.com
Subject: Chapter 33, The Fireman's Son

Archive: "Fireman's Son, Chapter 33" {Rob} (MB oral anal)

This chapter introduces another adult (maybe two) into Steve's world and
changes the relationship between Steve and Jim. I hope you enjoy it. Rob at
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The Fireman's Son Chapter 33 – First Day Back at School

	First day back to school! Steve hadn't seen Jim. He had to get to
school early for a team meeting. Since he was a grade ahead, they didn't
have any classes together. Last year they had a couple that were
multi-grade, but not this year.
      When Steve entered his first period classroom, he heard some of the
girls talking and giggling about what a dreamboat the new English teacher
was. Molly Brown had a friend who went to the school where he had done his
practice teaching. She said he was single when he first started and there
had been a few rumors that he partied with some of the students at first,
but nothing definite was ever heard. He had gotten married during his
second year. She also said everybody knew that he had been an all-round
super-jock in high school and college, lettering in baseball, basketball
and football, as well as soccer and swimming.
      Steve found a seat toward the back. The new teacher came in and
introduced himself as Mr. Thomas J. Jones and wrote his name on the
blackboard. He told the students this was his first year of teaching at Lee
High School after three years practice teaching elsewhere. Steve figured
that made him about twenty-five or twenty-six. He then said he would seat
them alphabetically to make it easier for him to remember who they were.
       "So, if you will please all get up, and as I call the roll, begin
taking seats in the front. June Acton, Helen Adams, John Adams, Steve
Andrews, Judy Archer,..." and so on until everyone was seated in their new
seats. "Thank you. If you would keep these seats for the rest of the
semester, it will help me a lot. Maybe next semester, after I get to know
you we might do it differently."
       He then began explaining what they would be covering in the
semester, what they were going to be reading, and that they would be
emphasizing composition, writing short essays and stories. It would be a
combination of literature and composition, emphasizing grammar and style.
Steve had already read the syllabus and sort of tuned out as he focused on
the teacher himself. He was tall and good looking, blond short-cut hair,
broad shoulders, trim waist. When he took his jacket off and hung it over
his desk chair it was obvious that under his tailored shirt he was very
muscular. And as he moved about at the front of the room, his khaki
trousers did nothing to hide the bulge of a big cock and balls "dressed" to
the right. He was obviously wearing boxers or boxer briefs.
	Steve sat looking at the hot stud teacher walking back and forth in
front of him, staring at the enticing bulge in his trouser leg, which was
moving ever so slightly. When he turned to write on the board, the boy had
a clear view of the man's hard ass, the trouser seam ever-so-slightly
emphasizing the separation between the two firm globes. As he concentrated
on the sexy teacher, his mind wandered back to last fall:

       It had been the third week of school. He had been in the locker room
showers when Tony Alvoretti, a nineteen-year-old senior, had presented his
big hard prong to the younger boy, and Steve had without hesitation sucked
the dark, hairy stud's cock into his mouth and tasted his first load of
teenaged stud cum. By the time Tony drove him home and Steve had sucked
another load out of the big cock, he was hooked. The next day after school
Tony had taken him to his father's cabin in the woods and broken in the
younger boy's ass-pussy.
      A couple of days later Steve had slowly worked up to sucking his
jack-off-buddy Jim's cock and drinking his cum, pretending to be giving him
a handjob. Jim didn't know or pretended not to know that Steve was really
giving him a blowjob.
      After that, he had become Tony's regular fuck-boy and Jim's regular
cocksucker for the rest of the year. After graduating Tony joined the
Marines. He knew he had turned Steve into a full-fledged cock-hound, so he
turned him over to a group of his jock buddies to take care of. During the
summer, Steve had spread his wings and become a slutty whore, giving his
mouth and ass to enumerable men and boys, finally being outted to his
firechief father, who it turned out was happy to have a faggot slut for a
son. In the last four weeks of the summer Steve had been outted to members
of the Lee High basketball and baseball teams.
	And just yesterday morning the relationship between Steve and Jim
had been cleared up – well partly. Jim told Steve there had been a lot
of talk about cocksuckers and how to treat them at baseball camp. He made
it clear that he recognized that Steve was a cocksucker, "his cocksucker"
in fact. And he told his younger buddy he didn't care whose or how many
other cocks he sucked just so as he was always ready to take care of
him. He did refuse with some indication of disgust Steve's offer to drink
his piss, but however he felt about it, it didn't keep him from forcefully
fucking Steve's mouth and throat for the rest of the morning until his
balls were drained of all the cum they had built up during the four weeks
the boys had been apart. Steve still hadn't explained that his ass as well
as his mouth was Jim's to use, but he knew he had to do so soon.

	The bell brought Steve out of his reverie. Everyone was gathering
up their books to leave. Mr. Jones said over the talking, "Mr. Andrews, you
didn't seem to be entirely with the rest of us. Would you please stay a
moment? I'll give you a pass for being late to your next class."
       The teacher stood beside the door speaking to each student as they
filed out. Steve remained in his seat. When the last of his classmates
left, Mr. Jones closed the door, pulled down the shade and snapped the lock
shut.
	He walked over and sat on the corner of his desk. Steve was at eye
level with the handsome man's open crotch. The cotton khakis were pulled
tight around his thighs and Steve could easily make out the outline of his
big cock, the head with its ridge separating it from the thick shaft, all
resting on a bulge containing two prominent balls.
	"Steve, you're mind seemed to be focused on other things while I
was explaining our work for this semester." As he said this, his hand moved
from the desk to his thigh, his long fingers resting lightly on the outline
of his cock. "Are you not interested in this class?"
	"Oh, no sir! I was listening, but my mind was wandering a
little. You see, I had already studied the entire syllabus in detail. I'm
very interested in the material we are going to cover."
	"I'm glad to hear it. I'm impressed that you've given so much time
to your preparation for the class. My good friend, Matt Sims, told me what
a smart, helpful young man you are. I've been looking forward to having you
in my class ever since I received the roster."
	"You know Matt Sims?"
	"Yes. He was my big brother when I was a freshman pledge and we've
been good friends ever since. We talk frequently. He's told me about the
good times you've had this summer when he's been home on leave. I'm looking
forward to meeting his father and yours too, I hope. My wife and I have
been busy getting settled since we got to town. She's pregnant with our
first child and we've had to take it slow, but I hope to call Mr. Sims
soon."
	"I'm sure he will be glad to hear from you, and I know my dad would
be happy to meet you. He and Mr. Sims are best friends. They were also
fraternity brothers when they were in college."
	"Yes, Matt told me. In fact we're all members of the same
fraternity. Four fraternity brothers and one future brother, makes for a
fun group I hope." As he said this, Steve was sure he was lightly stroking
his enlarged cock with his fingertips.
	Steve got up from his seat, which put him standing between his
teacher's outspread thighs. He glanced down at the filled crotch and placed
his hand on top of Mr. Jones's. The teacher slid his hand out from under
that of his student, letting Steve feel the full hardness of the big cock
that was straining the seam of the khaki trousers. "Your wife is pregnant?
You must not be getting regular sex? You must be really horny!" the boy
said as he gave the thick tube a gentle squeeze.
	"Matt said you weren't shy," the young man said with a
chuckle. "Yeah, I am horny. Betsy hasn't felt like it in a week!"
	"Well, I'm just the boy to take care of those blue balls for you,"
Steve said as he reached for the buckle of his teacher's belt. "Why don't
you sit in your chair so I can take care of your problem? As Matt will have
told you, I've come to know this summer that my role is to take care of
real men."
	As the young teacher sat in his chair behind the desk, Steve got to
his knees between his legs and continued to unbuckle his belt and open his
trousers. He thrust his hand inside and sought to pull out the rigid
pole. "I'm afraid you're going to have to lift up so I can pull your pants
down. Your cock's so big and hard I can't get it out." Mr. Jones obligingly
raised up and Steve pulled his trousers and boxers down past his knees
around his ankles. The big thick cock that popped out was at least six or
seven hard inches of blood-filled flesh. The veins circling along the shaft
were pumping and the meaty knob crowning it was shiny with pre-cum. As
Steve watched, another drop pumped out and ran down the curving side.
	"Your wife is a lucky woman," the boy said as he bent over to take
it in his mouth and run his tongue caressingly over its surface, dipping in
the wide slit seeking for more of the sweet-tasting cock honey.
	"I wish she thought so," the young teacher said as he thrust his
hard meat up into the sucking mouth. "She says it's too big, especially
now. I'm going to be needing a lot of your mouth and, if what Matt says is
true, your ass during this semester."
	"My mouth and my ass are at your service, sir. Any time," the
hungry cocksucker said as he pulled up, lapping and slurping on the slimy
shaft before he buried it back into his mouth and down into his grasping
throat.
	"Ohhh fuucck!" moaned the teacher. "I wish you could do this all
day, but you've got to finish me off and get to your next class. I don't
want to get into trouble my first day here."
	Steve redoubled his efforts and soon had the man filling his mouth
with a copious load of sweet tasting cum. He swallowed and swallowed, not
losing a drop of his teacher's sperm. As Mr. Jones began to breath normally
again and his cock began to shrink, Steve sucked and licked until he was
satisfied it was completely cleaned off. Letting the still sizeable tube of
flesh fall out of his mouth, he reached down and pulled the young man's
pants up his golden-haired legs. Once they both were straightened up, the
teacher wrote Steve a Late Pass and the boy went out of the room after
glancing around to make sure no one was monitoring the hall and made his
way to his second class.
	He ate lunch with some of his friends. Jim was at the table with
the baseball team, but as they were both leaving the lunchroom, Jim pulled
his friend aside and whispered, "Meet me in the boys' room in the back
hall. There's still twenty minutes of lunch period. I need a blowjob really
bad. I jacked off this morning, but I've had a hardon ever since I got to
school."
	Steve nodded and the two boys separated to take separate
routes. When Steve got there, Jim was at a urinal near the stalls
pretending to piss. As soon as he heard Steve come in, after glancing over
his shoulder to be sure it was him, he stepped over and entered the nearest
stall. After waiting a few seconds to make sure nobody was coming in right
behind him, Steve joined him. Glancing down at his buddy's crotch, Steve
saw his hard cock was already sticking out of his open fly.
       "Sit on the toilet and raise your legs up." Steve did as his friend
instructed and Jim grabbed his legs in his strong hands and stepped up so
his hardon was brushing his lips, coating them with the precum oozing out
of the wide slit. Steve opened his mouth and licked up the nutty tasting
slime. Jim pushed his cock in and whispered, "Suck it, buddy! Suck it for
me! I gotta cum so bad!"
	Steve quickly complied and it took only moments for Jim to begin
shooting his load into his buddy's mouth. "Oh shit! That is so good! I
needed that so bad! Thank you, buddy! You're the best!" he whispered as his
cock softened as Steve sucked it clean. Jim stuffed it back in his pants
and cracked the door of the stall. Seeing no one, he slipped out saying,
"Wait a few minutes before you leave. Thanks again, buddy. Talk to you this
evening after practice."
	Steve waited and then left, heading for his after-lunch class just
as the warning bell rang. He went through his afternoon classes with the
satisfaction of knowing he had two big loads of stud cum in his belly. He
saw Jim in the halls with Jake Swenson and some of the other baseball
players. Seeing him with Jake made him even more determined to lay his
cards on the table to Jim as soon as possible. When he went into study
hall, the teacher-monitor called him over to her desk.
	"I have a note here from Principal Atkins. He wants you to come to
his office to talk about a possible service project."
       Steve knew that the school board had initiated a program requiring
all students to participate in some sort of service project. There was
going to be an all-student assembly the next day announcing and explaining
it. The notice indicated students would have an opportunity to express
their interests. He wondered why the principal would want to talk to him
beforehand.
       Steve went to the office and told the secretary Mr. Atkins had sent
for him, showing her the note.
       "Oh yes, Mr. Andrews. Have a seat and Principal Atkins will be with
you in a few minutes." Shortly, the intercom buzzed and she said, "You may
go in now."
       Steve went in and was surprised to see Mr. Jones seated in front of
the principal's desk. Mr. Atkins was a good-looking man about
forty-five. He seemed to have a nice build and curly grey hair that was cut
short. He was married and he and his wife had four sons. The eldest had
graduated last year and was now in college. The next son, Paul, was Steve's
age and the other two were younger. "Come in Steve. You know Mr. Jones. You
had him for your first class this morning."
       "Yes sir. Mr. Jones went over the work we would be doing in class
this semester. It was very interesting. I'm looking forward to the course
and having Mr. Jones for a teacher."
       "I'm glad he made a good impression." Turning to the teacher, he
said, "Steve is one of our best students. His grades are always in the top
tier of his class and, although he doesn't play on any of the school teams,
he is very active, an excellent all-round athlete, and his gym teachers
give him excellent marks."
       "I was impressed by him," the teacher said. "He told me after class
that he had already reviewed the entire syllabus for the semester. We had
an interesting discussion. In fact, I'm afraid I made him late for his next
class. I do apologize. It's such a pleasure to find a student so
interested. I have already apologized to Mrs. Jansen, but I would
appreciate it, sir, if you could put in a good word for me and Steve to
her."
       "I certainly will. And don't worry. Mrs. Jansen is an excellent
teacher. She knows Steve, having taught him last year and knows he will do
good work in her class as well as yours. Now let's get to what I've asked
you here for, Steve.
       "As I'm sure you know, the school board has decided that we need to
do more in the way of community service. You've probably already seen the
notice about the assembly tomorrow. All the details are not entirely worked
out, but there will be information sheets for you to take home to your
parents, and there will be some discussion and the opportunity for students
to make suggestions.
       "Each project, as we're calling them for the present, will have one
or two teachers in charge. Mr. Jones has kindly volunteered his services
for one of them, which I consider really kind of him given that he and his
wife will soon be first-time parents.
       "He says he was so impressed with you this morning that he would
very much like for you to be part of his group. The name of the other
teacher has not been determined yet or the exact nature of the project,
although it will probably entail some physical labor and be directed toward
assisting a segment of our older population.
       "You don't have to answer right away. You can think about it, but he
would also like you to begin assisting him immediately with planning and
getting things organized, at least until the second teacher is decided
upon."
       "I don't have to think about it, Principal Atkins. It sounds very
interesting and I would be very glad to work with Mr. Jones in any way that
would be helpful to him and the program," Steve quickly said.
       "So, Mr. Jones, it looks like you have an enthusiastic helper and
member of your team."
       "Thank you, sir. I really appreciate your working with me on
this. I'm sure Steve will be a big help in every way. In fact, sir, I
wonder if I could use him first for a few days getting my supply room and
class materials organized. With my wife, getting into our house and all,
I'm a little behind and I really want to be ready to get right into the
course. We've got a lot to cover, and I don't want to short-change my
students."
       "That's a fine attitude. Any problem for you, Steve?"
       "No sir. I have a study hall and I have gym last period. If you
spoke to him, I'm sure Coach Thomas would let me off a couple of weeks."
       "Last period would be super for me, sir. It's my free period."
       "Good! I'll talk to Coach Thomas and let you know what he says, but
I'm sure he'll be amenable. He taught Steve History last year, and he made
A's both semesters. I remember Coach Thomas told me his only problem was
his tendency to slip into some other dimension from time to time. He
laughingly said he finally cured him of that by making him run extra laps
at the end of the day."
       "I'll have to remember that, just in case," Mr. Jones said
laughingly as they got up and left the office.
       As they walked down the hall toward Steve's room, Mr. Jones said,
"Assuming Coach Thomas agrees, could we start Wednesday? I'm sure I'm going
to need your help by them," as he brushed his hand across the front of his
trousers. "By the way, what was that about you going into another dimension
in his class?"
       "You haven't met Coach Thomas?"
       "No I haven't met everyone. We have a general faculty meeting this
afternoon."
       "Coach Thomas is a big man with a big bulge. I used to daydream in
his class about reaching out and touching it and...and I didn't know what
else back then."
       "Have you ever done him?"
       "No, but I wouldn't mind."
       "Matt was right, you are a little slut," he said as they parted.
       The rest of the day went by uneventfully. Last period Steve went to
gym. On the way he spoke to Jim who was headed to the team locker
rooms. "Hopefully, practice won't be too long today. I'll call you when we
get finished and maybe I can come over to catch up. Thanks for helping me
out at lunchtime, but I've missed seeing you. It's crap we don't have any
classes together."
       Coach Thomas stopped Steve as the boys were going out with Coach
Henderson, his assistant, to play soccer. "The principal asked if I could
let you off some to help out the new teacher with the organizing of one of
these fool projects the school board has mandated. I'll work it out with
Mr. Jones, but it's okay as long as you keep fit."
	 The class played a fast game of soccer, and Coach Henderson let
them break a little early. Steve got to scope out some of his classmates to
see how they had changed over the summer. Some of them, like Steve, had had
some real growth spurts, in both the cock and hair departments. He wondered
if he might want to expand his field of activity into his own age group!
	 Seeing how early it was and figuring that baseball practice would
last longer than Jim expected, Steve headed over to the swimming pool,
hoping for a last chance to service the life guards before they left for
the season. When he got there, he saw that everything was all neat and
tidy, lounges, umbrellas and tables gone, the pool clean and deserted. He
was afraid everyone had left already when he saw Sam, the gatekeeper.
	 "Hey, Steve, Ray asked me to watch out for you."
	 "Hey, Sam, I didn't think I had seen you at school today."
	 "No, they let me off to help closing things up here. Everybody's
been in the office having a last meeting, talking about next
year. Mr. Burks and George, the concession manager, just left. It's just
the lifeguards here. They're in the locker room cleaning it out. I'm
leaving after I let you in. See you tomorrow at school."
	 Steve walked to the other end of the pool and opened the door of
the lifeguards' locker room. When he walked in the seven men were in
various states of undress as they cleaned out their lockers, stuffing
swimsuits, jock straps, and other things in their bags. They all turned to
look at the teenager as he came in.
	 "Fuck yeah!" Phil said. "Here's our fuckboy! We thought you were
gonna leave us high and dry."
	 "Yeah, glad you could make it buddy," Ray, the head lifeguard
said. "You gonna be able to give us a last fuck before we all head out?"
	 "I sure hope so, I been thinking about you big-cocked studs all
day, but it'll have to be fast ones. I've got to get home."
	 "Well strip down and get into position. Somebody pull the benches
together and anybody who isn't already, get naked."
	 Steve hurriedly removed his clothes and laid back on the bench,
his head hanging over the end and his legs pulled up in the air. Glancing
around at all the hunky naked studs, he said, "Somebody, but not Joe for
first, climb on!" That got a laugh because Joe had the biggest cock of them
all. "I haven't been fucked since yesterday, and I need some hard cock in
both my holes!"
	 He was quickly being pounded at both ends as the horny studs used
him to empty their big balls. He wasn't positive, but he was pretty sure
all of them fed his mouth and ass at least two loads before they finally
let him up from the bench to wipe off and dress.
	 "It's been great, guys. Wish we had done this earlier. Hope to see
some of you next year," Steve said as he opened the door to leave.
	 "Don't forget I have your number! I'll be coming over sometime
when I need some hot ass," Pete, the youngest who drove a sexy big
motorcycle and went to college in the next town over, said.
	 "Look forward to it," Steve yelled back.
	 His next stop was the park concession stand where Greg and
off-duty Police Officer Perry Jones were idly standing behind the counter
talking. The mothers with young kids were gone and there was only a
smattering of after-school groups.
	 He told them the same thing he had told the life guards; that he
had to make it quick because he had to get home. "But I've been hungry
thinking about your big dicks all day!" he ended up with.
	 "Well get back here and get on your knees," the young policeman
ordered. "I for one could use a good piss. What about you, Greg?"
	 "Wouldn't mind a good emptying out."
	 By the time Steve was behind and under the counter, both semi-hard
cocks were hanging out waiting for his mouth. By the time the two men had
emptied their bladders, they were both hard.
	 "No customers in sight, you can stay right there and suck!"
Officer Jones ordered.
	 Steve chowed down of the two hard cocks, going back and forth
until he had them both just about ready to shoot. He then zeroed in on the
older man's and took his hot load of cum down his throat. He switched to
the younger man and soon was swallowing his cop cum down into his stomach,
which by now was swimming with stud cum.
       A happy faggot, Steve headed home. After getting a snack, he
immediately went up to his room and started on his school work. It didn't
take him long to do all his assignments, and he was anxiously waiting for
Jim's telephone call when he heard someone coming in the front
door. Thinking it was his mom, he went downstairs to greet her. Imagine his
surprise when he saw Jim in the front hall just putting down his backpack
and gym bag. It wasn't unusual for the boys to just come in without
knocking.
       "Hey, buddy. Sorry I forgot to call. Jake offered me a ride and I
asked him to drop me off here. Is that okay?"
       "Okay? Of course! Mom won't be home for another half hour. Want to
go upstairs?"
       "You better believe it! I've been thinking about you sucking me off
all through practice!"
       The two boys hurried up to Steve's room and Jim quickly stripped off
his clothes and threw himself on the rumpled bed. "Fuck! These sheets feel
nasty! Don't you ever wash them? What does your mother say?"
       "She doesn't come in here anymore. I think Dad said something to her
about a teenaged boy's privacy," Steve said laughing. "I wash them when
they get too bad. But I love feeling the dried cum when I'm jacking off and
thinking about how they've gotten that way when I'm going to sleep."
       "Whatever! We're wasting time! Get your clothes off! You know I told
you yesterday I like you being naked!" Steve quickly obeyed. "That's it!
Naked for me! Come on good buddy, get over here and suck my cock. I've got
a big load built up for you, cocksucker!"
       Just then Steve's phone, which was on the bedside table, rang. He
glanced at it and saw it was his mom. "Hey, Mom. What's up?" He listened
for a few moments, his eyes locked on his friend's hard, thick cock that
was being slowly jacked by the baseball jock. Cock snot was burbling up out
of the big slit and running down the sides. "Okay, Mom. That's okay. Jim's
here. He just came over after practice. Yeah. We'll order a pizza if he can
stay. See you soon. Love you." The horny boy dropped the phone and crawled
over to kneel on all fours over his jock friend.
       "She has to work. She and Mr. Sims are working on a big contract and
she probably won't be home for a couple of hours," he said.
       "Okay, cocksucker! Get that hot mouth of yours around this big cock
and make me feel good! That's what you want, isn't it? To make your best
buddy feel good! To suck his big jock cock and make it fill your mouth with
its big load. A big load of my hot cum that you want filling up your
cocksucking mouth before you swallow it down into your belly."
	 It seemed like the big jock was emphasizing his demand that Steve
be naked and using the words "cocksucker" and "cocksucking" and other
sexual talk in acknowledgement of his younger friend's position of
subservience and his own of dominance in their relationship.
       "Oh yeah!" Steve said as he plunged his head down and engulfed the
thick cock in his mouth, burying the drooling glans in his throat until his
nose was buried in Jim's thick cock bush. Jim, no longer the best friend
from childhood, the mutual jack-off buddy, the seemingly unknowing
recipient of a buddy's oral attentions, but the dominant, alpha jock stud,
grabbed Steve's head with both of his big calloused baseball player's hands
and held him down until he felt his sucker's attempts to break away, felt
his throat spasmning, heard him gasping for a breath of air.
       He finally relaxed his grip and allowed Steve to pull up and fill
his lungs with great gulps of air. But the younger boy didn't let the big
rammer escape completely from his hungry mouth. With his lips tightly
locked around the thick shaft just below the neck, the talented cocksucker
licked and caressed the meaty glans, dipping down and teasing around the
prominent corona that encircled its base with his tongue and dipping its
pointed tip into the wide meatus before sliding down until they were once
more locked around the hairy base, the dark hairs tickling and teasing his
lips and nose.
       Once again Jim's grasp tightened as he held his cocksucker's head
firmly in place. Sensing his approaching orgasm, he began forcefully
fucking up into the tight, hot, slimy throat. "Fuck! Fuck! Take it, buddy!
Take my load, cocksucker! You really know how to take care of a man's cock!
Who taught you how to take a man's cock like this? How many cocks have you
been sucking? How many men have you sucked off since last year when you
first did me? Who taught you how before you did me that first time on your
back porch?"
       All these questions erupted out of his mouth as he continued to
forcefully fuck Steve's throat. Suddenly his grip tightened even more and
he pressed Steve's head harder into his groin. "Fuck! Fuck! Shit! Shit!
Ohhhh Godddd! I'm cuummminnng!" he screamed in the grip of his orgasm as
his cock erupted in huge spurts down Steve's throat. He loosened his grip
and the younger boy pulled up coughing and gasping as he tried to swallow
the blasts that continued to drown him with their force and volume.
       When it was all over, Steve's mouth was still wrapped around the
softening cock. He sucked and licked, cleaning the cum that had escaped
into the dark hairs surrounding the jock's cock and balls. Jim lay in a
relaxed state of euphoria while this clean-up operation was underway. When
Steve was finally satisfied that all was as it should be, he rose up and
licked his lips. Jim was looking up at him with droopy eyes and a lopsided
grin curving his lips. "I couldn't keep it all in. There was too much of it
and it came too fast," the younger boy explained. "I just sucked you off at
lunchtime. Where did it all come from?"
       "You just make my balls go into overdrive. I've been thinking about
you sucking my dick all afternoon, thinking about fucking your mouth and
throat really hard. How you let me do whatever I want. How you like it when
I'm rough. And I've been thinking about other things, too. We need to
talk."
       "I know. I've known all weekend. I've got to tell you a bunch of
stuff...and I hope you won't hate me when I'm finished."
       "Not much chance of that. I've told you, you're the best buddy a guy
could have. We're best friends, no matter what. And what guy would hate a
cocksucker that makes him feel so good. But I do want to know some
things. I told you there was a lot of talk about cocksuckers at camp and at
the lake Saturday. And Jake Swenson said some funny things on the way over
when I asked him to bring me to your house."
       "I heard those things you said just before you shot. I want to tell
you. You remember last fall, you were so impressed that I knew Tony
Alvoretti when you saw me talking to him and his friends in the hall. It
was Tony who taught me to suck cock. We were in the showers alone one day
and he told me to suck his cock. I did and I liked it. I wanted to do it to
you and it was the next Saturday that I tricked you on the back porch. For
the rest of the year I sucked Tony's cock and yours. You were the only
ones. I was pretty sure you knew after a while what I was doing, but you
just wanted to pretend we were still just jacking one another off."
       "Yeah, I was pretty sure after the first few times. Heck, Steve, we,
or at least I, didn't know anything about cocksuckers. I guess I was pretty
dumb. Me, the dumb, innocent jock! I just thought it was something you
liked to do, and it felt so good. Every time, it got better."
       "And I just loved doing it to you. I wanted to make you feel
good. But by the end of the year Tony knew he had turned me into a
cocksucker, and he was leaving so he made his buddies promise they would
take care of me with their cocks until the went off to college, and they
would hook me up with other guys who would still be around.
        At the first of the summer, it was just Tony's buddies, Jimbo Sims,
JoJo Jonson, the White twins, Luis Mendoza and Kurt Remington, but they
told some of their friends they knew could keep a secret. Then I met some
guys through them and then some other guys. I can't tell you, Jim, how many
men I've sucked or how many cocks I've sucked. I always wanted to suck your
cock, and you know we've done it lots over the summer. I missed you so bad
the four weeks you were gone that I went out looking for cock. I found it
with strangers. Finally, I slipped up and my dad found out, but he was
great. He just wants me to be happy and have what I need, which at least
right now is cock. Mom doesn't know.
       "So you've been a cocksucking slut this summer. Have you sucked any
guys I know? How about Jake? Have you sucked Jake's cock?"
        "Yes, he found out about me from some Franklin baseball players and
promised not to tell you if I would do him."
       "Franklin players? Do I know them? Who are they?"
       "Jim, don't ask me for names. I don't tell. I've never told anyone
that I suck your cock. Nobody knows you have a cocksucker on call, except
Jake who guessed. Nobody's ever had a name from me. The only way one guy
would know about another is if the first one tells or if I sucked more than
one at the same time."
       "How did Franklin players know about you?"
       "One of Tony's buddies told them."
       "Have you sucked anyone on my team besides Jake?"
       "Yes. Jake told them. And don't ask me who, I won't tell, but they
said they would tell others. My secret isn't a secret any more, Jim. It's
all my fault. I'm a whore, a slut. I want, I need cock. And I'm afraid I'm
going to be getting it from lots of guys from now on. My only hope is none
of them will want anyone except their friends to know. My dad will do
anything to protect me and I don't think I will be outted to the school or
that bullies will know and pick on me."
       "No bullies better pick on you. I'll stand up for you. I told you,
we're still best friends. And I don't care how many or whose cocks you
suck, you're still special to me, my cocksucker."
       "Oh, Jim, thank you for that, but..."
       "But what?"
       "Oh, Jim, there's more, much worse..."
       "What do you mean, more?"
       "Jim, when the guys at camp were talking about cocksuckers, did they
talk about other things cocksuckers do? Did they talk about other ways men
use cocksuckers? When they're using a cocksucker like a woman?"
       "What do you mean? I don't know. I didn't pay that much attention. I
listened when they were talking about how to treat a cocksucker because I
wanted to learn how for it to be better for you. I knew you were sucking my
cock and keeping me happy and I wanted to make it better for you."
       "Jim, you are a dumb jock when it comes to sex!" Steve said as he
punched his buddy's shoulder. "You're still an innocent like I was before
Tony. I hope some cheerleader is going to take you in hand pretty quick and
teach you what straight sex is all about, because you are straight and
you're gonna be fucking girls soon. I just hope you'll still be willing to
give me that big jock cock sometime, and I also hope you will still speak
to me after this."
       "Why wouldn't I? I told you we are friends forever."
       "I hope so. Jim, I didn't think about it for a long time, not with
Tony, not the first of the summer, never with you. But, Jim, I'm gay. I'm a
faggot and faggots don't just suck cock. Some do, but a real faggot slut
does more than that to serve his man. Did they talk about fucking a
cocksucker at camp?"
       "Yeah, there was something like that. I just figured they were
talking wild and didn't pay attention. I may be an innocent like you say,
but I know what fucking is. You can't fuck another guy. He doesn't have
what it takes."
       "Oh, Jim, I love you like a brother! I wish I still thought that,
that Tony hadn't taken away my innocence! The second time Tony and I got
together, he took my virginity! He busted my cherry! Jim, Tony put his big
cock in my ass just like a man does to a woman's pussy. The only difference
is that a faggot's, a cocksucker's, pussy is his ass!
       "Oh, Jim, please, please don't look like that. Please don't turn
away from me. I couldn't help it. He didn't ask, but he didn't force me. I
wanted to do whatever he wanted me to do. It hurt at first, but
then... then I wanted it. I wanted him to fuck me. And...please...please
don't hate me, but I've been wanting for you to fuck me just like he
did. I've been wanting you to push your big cock into my ass and fuck me
for over a year, but I was always afraid."
       "And other men have fucked you? Jake has fucked you? Some of my
teammates have fucked you up the ass?"
       "Every man I've ever sucked has fucked me in the ass. They all want
to do it. And I want them to fuck me. I want you to fuck me. I always have,
ever since the first time Tony did it to me. I've dreamed of having your
big cock in my ass, pounding me, using me to make yourself feel
good. That's what I'm for, to make men feel good."
       Jim had been absently fondling his cock as Steve talked, pleaded
with him. Steve could see it was hardening up slightly. He slowly leaned
forward and took hold of it, stroking it lightly. As it grew in hardness,
he leaned down and took it in his mouth.
       "Oh God, Steve, that feels so good. You do that so good," he moaned
as he regained his full hardness. Steve licked up the hard shaft and ran
his tongue over the meaty knob, pursing his lips to suck out the sweet
honey from the slit. "Oh fuck! Oh, sooo goooodd!" he moaned. "How do I do
it? Show me!"
       Steve quickly reached into the drawer of his bedside table and
brought out a bottle of lubricant. "We need to put some of this on your
cock so it will go in easily. It's tight. I'll just put a little back
there," he said as he leaned back and raised his legs up. "Come up on your
knees and push my legs back. See my asshole. Don't worry. It's clean
inside." Jim did as he was told, almost as if he were in a daze.
       "Now take your hand and put your cockhead right up against the
hole. Feel it give a little? Now push firmly. Don't worry, it won't hurt
me. That's it! Feel it open to you? Now push harder. Yes! That's it! Feel
it going in? Just keep pushing. I can take it. I can take it all. Oh,
yeesss! That's soooo good! Does it feel good to you?"
       "Oh God yes! It's so tight and smooth and hot. Oh fuck!"
       "That's it. Keep pushing until the whole thing is in. Oh God it
feels good. Oh, Jim, I've dreamed of this! My best friend's, your, big,
hard cock fucking my ass, my pussy. Filling me up. Oh yes, I can feel your
cockhairs rubbing my ass. Push in harder! Move it around! Oh fuck! Now pull
it out, slowly. That's it! Slowly! Not all the way! Leave the head in! Feel
my ass grab hold, keeping it in! It doesn't want you out! Now push it back
in! All the way! That's it, all the way in! Move your cock up in there!
Give it little punches. That's good! Feels so good! So full! Now out again!
Not all the way! Now back it! That's it! That's it! You've got it! In and
out! In and out! Do it faster, harder! Oh fuck! Sooo good! Fuck me, Jim,
fuck me. Give me that big jock cock! Harder! Faster! Make it good for you!
You're what it's all about! Fuck me with all that jock meat! Oh yes! Oh
yes! I'm cumming! You're fucking the cum right out of me, Jim! Ohhh
Yeesss!"
       "Fuck! I'm cumming! I'm about to shoot too!
       "Fuck me! Fill me with you stud cum. Fill my pussy, Jim. Fill me!
I've been wanting it so long!"
       "Arrrggh! Oh Fuck! Oh Shit! I'm cumming. I'm filling your pussy with
my jizz! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" the big jock yelled as he emptied his load up
Steve's ass. As he slumped down on top of the prone boy, he groaned, "That
ain't half bad!"
       "So you don't hate me?"
       "Hate you? Who could hate a pussy like that?"
	 They laid there. Two fully satisfied young studs. Steve, pressed
against the crummy sheets by the weight of the jock on top of him, both
boys panting down from their mutual orgasms. Their hard bellies were pasted
together by the drying puddle of cum the younger boy had shot as he was
being pummeled by the big, thick cock he had been longing to be fucked by
for almost a year. The now clearly and knowingly dominant best friend's
large cock was slowly softening in the still tight confines of his friend's
warm pussy.
	 As Jim moved slightly, his cock beginning to slip out of the
cum-filled hole, Steve moaned, "Noooo! Please stay just a little longer!
I've wanted this for so long, imagined you on top of me, pressing me down
with all your big muscles, feeling your cock softening inside of me before
sliding out. Just a few minutes more!"
	 "Whatever you want, Steve. There will be girls for me, and I know
there will be other cocks for you, but this cock is yours whenever you want
it. We're best friends, best buddies. We take care of one another always."
	 Finally Steve felt the thick, soft cock slide out and cum begin to
seep out after it, making more mess to dry into crud that he knew he would
revel in. `Would he ever wash these sheets? Wash away the evidence of the
fuck he had dreamed about, wanted for so long?'
	 Jim rolled off onto his back. Steve crawled up and nestled up
against him as the older boy pulled him close.
        Finally, "It's been a long day. A day I'll never forget," the older
boy said as he sat up. "But we'd better get showered and dressed. Your mom
will be home sometime, and I need to get home. My parents will be looking
for me. They'll know I'm here, surprised my mom hasn't called to get me
home for dinner!"
	 The boys got up and showered together. Steve gave Jim a last
blowjob in the shower, and they dressed. As Jim left, he said, "See you
tomorrow at lunchtime, same place?"
	 "Sure. Can't wait."