Date: Thu, 24 Dec 2020 11:57:21 -0600 From: Thomas Abbott Subject: You're Hired (chapter 2) DISCLAIMER: This is a fictional story and contains descriptions of sex between boys. If that offends you, stop reading. If it's illegal where you live, stop reading. This story is part 2 of a story based very loosely on my life. Some of the events are based on real life but the story as a whole is made up. If you can't differentiate between fantasy and reality, stop reading and get help. Please remember that this story is FICTION. Please consider supporting this website. http://donate.nifty.org If you enjoy the story, I welcome your feedback. 2. Scott ran off to get to track practice. I looked at myself in the mirror, his cum sticking to my nose, cheeks, and chin. I turned on the hot water in the sink, and splashed the warm water on my face and instantly regretted it. The slimy, slightly runny cum instantly became the consistency of glue. Even with soap, it took me minutes to get my face clean enough to ride home. Ugh, I thought, why didn't any of the Penthouse stories talk about how to clean cum off your face? The next day at school, Scott was back to his old ways, and neither of us talked about what had happened the day before. I figured it was a one-time thing, which was fine I guessed. At least I knew that I did like boys, and I was pretty sure I'd get the chance to suck more cocks in the future. Things went on as usual until the next week, when once again towards the end of math class, he stuck a stack of $20 bills under my book. "See you after school," he said, then grabbed his books and ran off to his next class, or to go meet up with Becky. I just grabbed the dollar bills, stuck them in my pocket, and headed to my next class. That afternoon, I was back in the bathroom, sitting in the stall, watching Scott wash his dick in the sink and admiring his ass. This time I knew what was coming (pun intended) so I was able to swallow his whole load. This pattern repeated itself for the next two weeks. I started "researching" more about blow-jobs. The Penthouse forums (I had two Penthouse and one Playboy magazine that I had found in a field last summer, snuck into my room, and hid under my mattress) were mainly stories about guys and girls fucking but some included blow-jobs. That was how I knew that guys didn't like teeth on their cocks. I read more, trying to find ways to make sure Scott enjoyed it (not that it seemed to be a problem, but I wanted to make sure I was better than any girl he might get one from!) One thing I read, which didn't really make much sense to me, was of a girl who licked and sucked her guy's balls. He seemed to really like it, so I decided next time to try that on Scott. It was now the last week of the school year and once again, Scott had passed me a stack of $20 bills. That made $400 so far. I had to be careful that my parents didn't find it or they would be asking how I made it, but that was a concern for another day. That afternoon in the bathroom, I put my plan into action. About half way through the blow-job, I took his cock out of my mouth and bent down to pay attention to his balls. It wasn't easy because he hadn't pushed his pants all the way down, but I was able to get one into my mouth. Scott moaned. "Oh fuck, Thomas, what are you doing?" I took this to mean that he enjoyed it, so I tongued and lightly sucked his ball while stroking his cock. He pushed his pants the rest of the way down around his ankles, and I was able to get further between his legs, I managed to get both balls in my mouth. It was a strange feeling. I thought it would be like having grapes in my mouth, but they were hairy and bigger than grapes, but I liked the feeling. So did Scott apparently, because he was moaning and sighing. Suddenly, I heard the sound of the bathroom door opening. "Shit!" I thought. What do we do? Scott reached down and grabbed my legs, lifting my feet off the ground. "Just keep your feet out of sight," he whispered. "Whoever it is will just think it's someone in the stall pissing." I nodded, trying to keep my feet up without falling off the toilet. I was sick to my stomach thinking that we'd get caught the last week of school. I heard footsteps, then it was quiet for a minute, followed by the sound of the urinal flushing, and the door opening and closing again. Scott held onto my legs listening. We sat that way for another 30 seconds or so, then he let go of my legs, and sighed. He looked at his watch. "Shit!" He looked at me. "Finish me off quick or I'll be late for practice!" I quickly got to work on his cock. It wasn't my finest blow-job but he was soon cumming in my mouth. He pulled up his jeans and practically sprinted out of the bathroom. I sat there for a minute, waiting for my stomach to stop doing flip-flops. When I felt like I was calm, I washed my hands, checked my hair, and walked out. Right across the hall, watching the door, was John Simms. He had a little grin on his face, said, "huh," and walked off. Once again, I felt sick to my stomach. Fuck. The next day, I tried to talk to Scott about what I saw. Scott just blew it off. "I didn't see him," he insisted, "so I doubt that it's anything." I wasn't so sure, but I let it go. That afternoon, between classes, John walked up to me, handed me a folded sheet of paper and walked away. With shaking hands, I opened it. It read, "I know. Meet me after school or else. You know where." Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I knew that the track team had their last meet that afternoon, so I wouldn't see him again today. I spent the rest of the afternoon worrying. Should I go? What did "or else" mean? He didn't really "know" anything but that wouldn't keep him from telling everyone that I was a fag. Now here's what you should probably know about John Simms. He is the only black guy, well actually the only black student, in our grade. His family moved to town last summer, right before school started. I knew he had an older sister in high school and a younger brother in elementary. Prior to that, our area was basically all white. Now when I was 14, I didn't think about that stuff. Looking back, I realize how screwed up that was. Anyway, John was tall for his age, being about 6 foot, so he played on the basketball team but I also knew he didn't take sports that seriously. He hung out with the basketball team, so we didn't have any friends in common. He was also dating one of the hottest girls in school, Lisa Rapp, a blond cheerleader, who appeared in many of my jerk off fantasies. So, he wasn't like the most popular kid in school, but if he started telling people I was a fag, it would definitely do damage. Remember, this was 1980. So, after school, at the "usual time" I found myself very nervously walking into the bathroom where just yesterday I had been sucking my best friend's dick. John was waiting there, leaning up against the sink. He looked at me when I walked in. "Huh," he said. "Wasn't sure if you would actually come." "Didn't give me much choice," I replied. "What do you want?" He grinned. "I want the same thing you were doing yesterday with Scott." Shit! So he did know. I could still deny it, but even being here was kind of an admission of guilt. "You have to promise not to say anything," I pleaded. He nodded and I walked into the stall and sat down. He had a big smile on his face as he followed me into the stall. He pushed down his shorts and briefs to reveal the biggest cock I think I had ever seen. Now where Scott's and mine were probably 5 inches, his was at least an inch or two longer. And thick. The skin of his cock was darker than the rest of his skin, which was really interesting, and the tip was covered by skin (I now know that he was uncircumcised, but right then it just looked really weird.) And even though he was hard, his cock didn't point up. Instead it had an arch like the tip was too heavy for the rest of his dick to hold up. On top of that, his pubic hair was different than mine. Instead of being bushy, it looked like each hair was curled tightly and there were patches of bare skin between each hair. I looked at his balls, which hung down below his cock. They were smooth and hairless (later he told me that he shaved them.) He stepped forward, his cock just about touching my lips, when I realized that his dick smelled like a combination of sweat and piss. "Umm.. can you wash your cock first?" I asked. He looked down at me. "You white boys don't like musk?" He looked kind of disgusted but he stepped out of his shorts and went to the sink. I realized he was now only wearing a shirt and tennis shoes. Wasn't he worried that someone might walk in? He turned on the water and started washing himself in the sink. While he did that, he looked at me through the mirror and said, "Damn. When I get a boyfriend, I want him to smell like a man." He turned off the water, kind of shook his cock to get some of the water off, and walked back into the stall. I took his cock in my hand. It was still a little wet from being washed and it felt heavy in my hand. I think he could tell I was trying to figure out what to do with the skin covering the head because he grabbed the shaft and pulled the skin back revealing the head. I opened my mouth and he pushed inside. My mouth felt full. John's cock was too big for me to really lick, so I worked instead on just sliding it in and out of my mouth. John started moaning and whispering. "Yeah white boy, take my black cock. Fuck. You're a natural cock sucker. Yeah. Yeah. That's right. Take my cock." The more he talked the more turned on I became and soon I felt his balls slapping against my chin as he fucked my face. Even though he was going deeper than Scott had, I wasn't feeling the gag response that I got with him. He started fucking my face faster, grabbing my head to direct his thrusts. Then he started making loud noises. "Uhn! Uhn! Uhn" He grabbed my head, and pushed his cock into the back of my throat. This time I gagged. I was choking on his cock but he held my head so I couldn't move. "UHN! UHN!" Surely people could hear that. Fuck, I can't breath! Then, his cum was exploding into my throat and I really was choking. He backed out a little, so the rest of his load was in my mouth. His load was huge. As big as his cock. I was choking on the cum in my throat and there as cum leaking out of my mouth and he was still cumming. I felt his cock twitch two or three more times, before he released my head and let me try to breath. My eyes were watering but I tried my best to swallow. His cum was thicker than Scotts and had a more bitter taste but I was able to get it down. "Fuck!" he said. "You give good head! And you swallowed?! Fuck." He looked amused but happy. "Now get up so we can switch places." What? Switch places? I was confused but I stood up and moved around him. He was still naked from the waist down as he sat down on the seat. He reached out, undid my pants and pushed them and my briefs down around my ankles. "Nice cock," he said, and leaned in, taking it all into his mouth down to my pubes. If sucking dick was good, oh my god, this was better. The feel of his warm mouth on my dick was better than any jerk-off session I'd had. I'd like to say that I lasted for a long time but I'm pretty sure John sucked the cum out of my balls in less than 30 seconds. My head was spinning, not just from the intense pleasure of John's mouth, but that he had even done it. Scott had never offered. I hadn't even thought about asking Scott to do it. John leaned back, swallowing my seed. "Good cum too." He smiled. "You should eat more fruit. I guess I should too. It's been a while since I've had anyone eating my cum." I was too dazed to think. I just stood there, my pants around my ankles, having just had the best cum of my young life.