Date: Mon, 11 Mar 2024 15:11:44 -0400 From: Gabe Daniels81 Subject: Experimented with Another Boy - Chapter 8 Before I begin, lets not forget the service Nifty provides all of us. Its a safe space for many of us to live out our fantasies and takes time and effort for those managing and maintaining the site for our enjoyment. Please donate what you can to keep the site operating. I can tell you from experience it is never more than 24 hours, sometimes as a few as 4, between submitting and posting. It takes a village and we all need to help. Thank you Nifty for what you do. The following takes place between November 1996 and June 1997. Sean was back at school and we didn't get a chance to talk a lot during first semester. He was doing whatever he did at boarding school and I was focused on my schoolwork. One night, in November, Joe (Sean's cousin) was sleeping over. Joe was best friends with my brother and spent a lot of time at our house. I basically knew Joe from the time he was born. He and my brother became friends in preschool and continued through elementary and middle school. Joe was one of those kids who was good looking from the time he was young and only got better looking as he got older. There are always those kids born cute and then turn ugly during puberty and vice versa. Joe was born cute and got better looking once he hit puberty. Tall and naturally thin, he had a 6 pack without going to the gym. A full head of hair and a great smile. Joe was outgoing and a flirt. One of those guys who knew how good looking he was but never threw it in anyones face. Friendly and easy to talk to. The kind of guy you would describe as the perfect guy who couldn't possibly be real. But Joe was very real. If Joe were a child star he would be on the cover of all those high school girl magazines that existed in the 90s. Joe slept over most weekends. As he got older he liked to hang out with me a little as well. I was older and cooler and good friends with his older cousin who he admired. My brother used to have a group of 4-6 guys sleep over every weekend, Joe included. Many times Joe would want a break of the insanity and come hang out in my room if I were home. One Saturday night in November I was home. I don't remember why but I didn't go out that night. I watched some tv with my parents and then went to my room around 10pm. My door was closed and I heard a knock. It was rare to hear a knock bc most people in my family would barge in. I opened the door and Joe was standing there. He was in shorts and a wife beater (not sure if you can use that term anymore), breathing heavy and sweaty. He was leaning in with 1 arm up on the door frame, kind of propping him up, resting his forehead on his arm. I stared at him, watching, as his eyes were closed and he was catching his breath. It gave me a chance to stare at his armpits which were covered in the perfect amount of dark hair. I caught myself staring and looked back at his eyes. At that point he just opened his eyes, hopefully missing me staring into his pits. He told me through heavy breathing that he wanted to come in and hang out, he needed a break from fighting with my brother and his friends. They had some sort of wrestling game with many rounds, all obsessed with the WWF at the time. I let him in and he went right to my bed and laid down across it. Not top to bottom but basically across the bed from left to right. He laid down on his side, angling the front of his body towards me, making a triangle with his arm using his hand to hold up his head. As I sat in the bean bag I looked up and watched as he used the bottom of his wife beater to wipe off some sweat from his forehead, showing off the most perfect set of abs. His shorts hung a little lower than his boxers showing the waistband with a small thin layer of hair from his belly button into his boxers. The perfect happy trail. I stared at his crotch hoping to get the outline of a bulge but no such luck. He was wearing boxers, not briefs, so his dick was hanging loose inside. After wiping the sweat off his forehead he let go of his shirt and it fell back down leaving a little skin exposed. I caught his eye and he had a little smirk. He knew what he was doing even at that age. He was seducing me. Had Sean told him that I was a cocksucker and to take control like Sean did with me? Did they really share those details? I never told anyone but how could I know for sure Sean never told his cousin or other friends? Were people talking about me sucking dick behind my back? All these thoughts start racing through my mind. Or was it simpler? Was Joe just a flirt and liked attention? We started talking and shooting the shit. He was telling me about the ongoing wrestling battle between my brother and his friends. College basketball season started so we started talking about our local college team, which we both supported. It was an innocent conversation between friends, even if a few years were between us. Joe was mature. Sure he could act his age but he also had no issue with anyone older. I wasn't much older but Joe was the kid who would wake up early and sit in the kitchen talking to my mom while she baked his favorite muffins, when many kids never said more than good morning or thank you. At some point in the conversation we started talking about girls. He told me the few he liked in his grade and since I went to a different school I left out any details about any girls (or boys) I liked. He told me he really wanted to get his first blow job and asked if I had one. I told him I had many but swapped out his cousin for some girl, never sharing her name. I told him what it felt like and what to expect. I couldn't tell if he was asking questions because he wanted me to offer or he genuinely wanted to know. I assumed he was curious and it had nothing to do with me giving him head because it wasn't possible this kid was gay, bi or straight but curious. It was outside the realm of possibilities. Hes the type of guy you hands free cum while giving him head. I don't know what came over me, but I decided in that moment I had an opportunity. My craving for his dick, my urge from not sucking a dick for several months, my teenage horniness and the overall excitement of the opportunity was too strong and powerful. It took over any sense of control. I looked over at him and said "Sean got me to try it one night and if you want, I will do it to you?" I couldn't believe I said it. What was wrong with me? I immediately regretted my decision. What if he ran out of the room and told my brother and his friends? What if he told his other cousins and Sean, risking and outing Sean? What if he decided to tell everyone at his school, many had siblings and friends at my school? Did I just out myself in the 90s, in the midwest, when not a single kid in my high school of over 2,000 was out? Sure there were some stereotypical guys in theater that everyone suspected but no one was actually out. You just didn't do that back then. The silence was heavy in the air with him staring back at me, both of us didn't seem to blink. After what felt like an eternity he asked me "Are you gay?" I quickly responded of course I wasn't gay, that we bet on a pool game one night and I lost. My punishment was to put his dick in my mouth. I left out that I won and volunteered to suck Sean's dick and that we continued to suck as often as we could out of fear. He told me he wasn't gay and that he wanted a girl to suck his dick. I kind of laughed it off and told him I was joking but if he ever wanted me to all he had to do was ask. We changed the subject, talked a few more minutes and then he said he was going to go back to his friends. He got off my bed and left my room but not before I stared at his perfect ass on the way out. I've never panicked so much in my life. What did I do? In one minute I let my desire to suck his dick overcome all the control I had managing my urges up until that point in my life. How could I be so stupid and reckless? I was kind of hyperventilating. I sat in my room waiting for my brother to come running in to make fun of me, but it never happened. The next morning I expected Joe to say something to me at the breakfast table or my brother's other friends to whisper, but it never happened. I went to school on Monday expecting everyone to be gossiping about me, but from what I can tell it never happened. I waited every day after school for the phone to ring and Sean to tear me a new asshole for telling Joe and outing him in the process, but it never happened. To this day, all these years later, I never heard a word about it. I think Joe was just that special of a kid. He was in middle school but recognized I was going through something and nothing good was going to come from outing me or making my life miserable. I never forced myself on him or made anything uncomfortable. I respectfully asked if I could suck his dick, he said no, and I never brought it up again. It was so easy back then to run around and tell anyone who would listen. Kids are mean and jealous in middle and high school and will do or say anything to put someone down or get ahead. Joe didn't do that. Every time I saw him after that night he acted normal. He still came to my room to hang out and never got weird. For high school my brother and Joe went to different schools so I didn't seem him as much, but whenever I've seen him since he's always polite and friendly. Gives me a hug and we catch up on life. He's never once mentioned anything about that night and I doubt he ever will. Same goes with Sean. If Joe said anything to Sean, I never knew about it. I have to imagine Sean would've said something to me if Joe brought it up so I think Joe kept it from Sean as well. The lesson I learned that night, good or bad, was never to ask anyone if I could suck their dick. I was lucky to get away with it without anyone knowing, I couldn't push my luck again until I was ready. I needed to wait for someone to ask me directly or make it known without question that they were interested in messing around. Fall turned to winter, then spring and summer. Sean was back in town for summer break and wanted to get together before I went away for most of the summer. He called me and told me we were sleeping at Jack's house and he would get me on the way. Not exactly the night I was hoping for. What I really wanted was a repeat of the night in his parent's shower. I wanted to start pushing the limits beyond what we normally did and take it a little further. I wasn't sure I was ready to be fully fucked but maybe something in between. A finger perhaps? Blow me and finger me at the same time. That wasn't going to happen at Jack's house. It was pushing it when I blew him while Jack slept feet away from us. There was no way he was going to finger me in the same room. Sean got me and we started heading to Jack's house. It was already getting dark but not fully black outside. We pulled into Jack's neighborhood and Sean drove past Jack's house. I looked over at him and asked if he had been gone so long he forgot where Jack lived. He looked back and me, pulled down the front of his sweatpants and showed me his raging hard dick. "I've always wanted road head" he said with a smirk. Even in the dark I could see the pool of precum oozing out of his dick. I think he was building up the courage to ask me the entire time we were in the car. He had clearly been hard for awhile. This was different for us. Sean always sucked my dick first, usually reaching over when he felt the urge and grabbed my dick. He never asked me to suck his dick (if you consider him showing me a hard on as asking a question) this was the first time. I looked around and figured what the hell. Sean was driving a Suburban so there was a space between the driver and passenger seats. He put his left hand on the wheel and used his right hand to lift the arm rest. I got out of my seat and on my knees and grabbed his dick. I wiped off the precum, gave him a quick lick and then picked my head back up to look around. We were in Jack's neighborhood driving around while I had Sean's dick in my mouth. It was dark but light enough you could make out what I was doing. As I picked my head up, Sean looked down at me and said "go quick, we need to get to Jack's and I don't want anyone to see." There was no consideration for me or when he would suck my dick, he was horny and wanted me to suck him quick. The good news, from my risk assessment, was Sean finished quickly. He could literally cum in a minute or 2, thats how horny and worked up he was after sucking my dick. Was he going to be that quick without sucking me first? I did what I was told. I put his dick back in my mouth and went to work. He had obviously showered before he picked me up because he smelled incredibly fresh. His pubes had grown a little more so I put my fingers in them and straightened them out a little, playing with them while I gave him head. His balls were between his legs and not easy to get to so I couldn't do anything with them. He complained a little about teeth but I told him I was doing the best I could with the awkward angle. It wasn't exactly comfortable sitting between the 2 seats trying to keep his dick in my mouth while his arms and hands were above me, hitting me in the head, while he tried to steer the car. Even with my teeth he was into it because he kept leaking precum. So much I had to keep taking him out of my mouth to wipe it off with my finger. I was really hard but couldn't get to my dick due to the way I was sitting between the seats. My dick hurt it was so hard. I don't know if I was so hard because it had been a long time since I sucked Sean's dick or I was getting off on the situation. Within minutes my job was done. Sean pulled his dick out of his mouth and cum into his hand, keeping his head covered so I couldn't see. All I ever wanted to see was Sean cum but he never let me. I got up and back to my seat. I had a huge tent in my pants. Should I just whip it out and start jacking off? It would take me seconds to get off at that point. Would Sean pull over and take care of me? Before I knew it, Sean wadded up the tissue he used to wipe up his cum, pulled up his pants and turned onto Jack's street. Clearly I would have to wait. We hung out at Jack's and it got time for bed. I assumed we would wait for Jack to fall asleep and then Sean would return the favor. Not only did he owe me but he liked sucking my dick more than getting head. He needed to suck my dick. As I laid in bed waiting for Sean to make a move, even then I wouldn't make a move, I heard him fall asleep. I wasn't going to get head so I pulled out my dick, jacked off quickly using the road head from earlier that night as a visual and came into my hand. Before long I fell asleep. In the morning we woke up and Sean took me home, acting like nothing happened. The whole ride home I kept thinking of ways to bring up how unfair he was. Sure I liked sucking dick more than receiving but we had a give and take relationship up until that point. I wasn't ok with him using me more than he already was each time he had an urge. Everything in our "relationship" was on his terms. Now I wasn't even going to get a blow job in return? I pussied out for fear of ruining whatever we had and got out of the car once we got to my house. I got back from my summer trip and I saw Sean once before he went away. It was a quick meeting and it was clear we were no longer friends. I was there for him to use whenever he felt the urge. He sucked my dick that time but we no longer edged or dragged out our sessions. He wanted to suck my dick, I wanted to suck his dick, we sucked until we came (me first, then him), and then went back to our lives. Sean used me but cared for me at the same time. He was never rough with me, always respectful while doing the act even if he didn't respect me enough to be friends anymore. The one thing he always did, in every single session, was let me finish first. No matter how long it took, he never wanted to cum before me. Separate from the one road head incident, he always wanted to make sure I got off. Part of it was to make sure I got off but the bigger part was he really liked watching me cum. He denied me the one thing that he enjoyed the most, which looking back was clearly about control. I never actually told him that I wanted to watch him cum but he knew what he was doing each time he turned around to prevent me from seeing it. I was always fearful of rocking the boat because it was the only chance I had to suck dick. He had total control and I let him have it because in my mind I had no other options. I secretly hoped that Sean, or even Joe, let it leak out that I sucked dick. At least then someone might make a move and ask me to suck their dick. Senior year started and thats when Eli came back into my life. Chapter 9 coming soon...