Fourth period Spanish class, thank god lunch is during this period. It's a blessing and a curse actually; you see Reid Wood, my object of many fantasies and extreme desire, sits directly behind me in Spanish and for as long as I can remember I have lusted after this man. One might think, "you're in high school, don't you mean boy". Using the term boy to describe Reid would be like saying the H-bomb caused a little bit of dust to stir.
We are both sixteen and Reid is the typical jock. Football and baseball are his games of choice as he is too large for basketball and track just doesn't fit. Reid is unusually; um shall we say. developed for a sixteen year old. He stands a towering 6'2'' compared to my 5'10'' and weighs at least 220 pounds of pure muscle. This musculature would be awkward running up and down a basketball court in shorts and a thin flimsy jersey, but his brutish and manly face looks great in a helmet, either tackling some opponent in football or when he is batting at the plate during a baseball game. On days when the team is playing a game the coach makes the players dress in slacks, a dress shirt and tie. Where most people would wear wingtips or some other form of dress shoes, Reid always wears cowboy boots. Reid is also on the rodeo team for our school so he, as with most of the people in town, knows how to dress in "cowboy professional". He is very proud of the many buckles he has acquired from roping and riding his horse and bull dogging a steer and always incorporates one of the many platter-sized buckles into his wardrobe.
Reid and I both live in a small town in the middle of nowhere North Carolina. Who knew that rodeo was a sport in NC? Well, now you do! Johnston County is home to acres and acres of tobacco, cotton, corn and winter wheat like most of North Carolina, but the land that is not tilled for crops is home to several beautiful horse farms and a few thousand acres of cattle. Reid's family owns a horse farm about a mile away from my family's house and he is my closest neighbor. My house is surrounded in the summer by several hundred acres of tobacco but fortunately my father leases out the land and I don't have to spend my summers in the sun scorched fields picking the drying leaves from the sap- filled stalks. I love the sweet smell of the leaves curing in the barns scattered around the farm, but I am ever grateful that I don't have to deal with the chore of picking the huge green worms from the leaves of the plant that has been the survival of my family for generations. Beyond the first bank of trees that protect the crops from heavy winds is a large pond. Too small to be considered a lake but many nice sized fish call it home. At night the bull frogs and crickets provide a concert around the soggy banks of the pond serenading the luminescent moon and star filled sky. At times I could never imagine that traffic of the big city could be any louder than the nature in my backyard.
With the rural demographics of my upbringing and the fact that I spent summers with my father welding or working on some type of machinery I don't act gay, hell I don't act straight for that matter, I am just naturally masculine. I am not as mature as Reid, at 16 I don't even shave yet. My skin is naturally smooth and I pull the one stray hair that grows between my pectorals out because it looks like a hair that has fallen from my head erroneously stuck to the skin between my nipples. As mentioned I am 5'10'' and I weigh about 150 pounds. The men in my family are not large in size and I am about the size of my father in stature. Along with the height weight that I genetically inherited from my father I gained his ability to hold a conversation with anyone I meet. This is a good thing in high school because I fit into any crowd. I am the class clown in school, the kid the teachers hate to love. I sleep in class and never take home a book to do homework, but I still manage to make honors with an occasional "C". During Christmas break and the month of January I took off from school and went with my church youth group to Peru to help build houses with Habitat for Humanity and I still manage to make A's in most of my classes, especially in Spanish.
As I mentioned, Reid sits directly behind me in Spanish class and our corner of the room is filled with the jocks that he shares after school practice hours with, a computer geek and me. Our desks are arranged so half of the pupils are on one side of the room facing the other half of the students and flags from various Latin countries line the walls with cherubic drawings of little Mexican children weaving baskets, playing flutes and dancing in colorful attire. Mr. Moore is our Spanish teacher and though he is proficient in this romantic language, he lacks the accent needed to sound like one who should be teaching a foreign language. Since I returned from Peru I have held a grudge toward Mr. Moore. Due to his lack of travel to a country that would speak anything other than English his understanding of the necessity to enunciate and differentiate the most minute details of Spanish caused me to order chicken feet from a woman selling what I thought was chicken wings. Granted they smelled delicious I couldn't fathom eating them and I didn't want to hurt the woman's feelings by not finishing them so I was in a quandary and all the while I gnawed at the food, until I got out of her visual distance, I thought about how bogus his class is. We have to take this class in order to graduate and granted it is a great benefit for anyone to have a foreign language under their belt Mr. Moore is a sorry excuse for a teacher. Yesterday Mr. Moore gave us a pop quiz much to the dismay of the class, I made a 100 and the next highest grade was a 70. All of the other students in the class were upset at their failing grades and after a lot of pissing and moaning about how "it's not fair" and "no one else made an A"- I kept my grades to myself, never letting on that I was a pretty smart kid- Mr. Moore exalted that I had no problem achieving an A and if I could speak the language than surly anyone could. At that moment I hated him even more as all of my classmates glared at me out of frustration. At that point I spoke up and reminded him that I spent almost two whole months speaking nothing other than Spanish therefore giving myself an unfair advantage. This did not faze the sinister teacher as he went on and on about no one being dedicated. Until I pointed out that question number five was not worded properly and the choice of answers did not correspond with the correct tense of the verb in the sentence I thought my classmates would hate me forever. One out of ten questions makes a huge difference when your popularity is at stake. After much arguing about what he meant in the sentence and what we "knew" he meant in the sentence he begrudgingly relented to void the mark and give the question to all the students, increasing most of the grades to an 80.
My banter with Mr. Moore made me a hero to the class (it doesn't take much) and when we succeeded in our victory, the jocks in my corner of the room slapped me on the back and punched my arm as a sign of acceptance. I turned in my seat to look toward the front of the room as Mr. Moore instructed the class, my intention to turn was not to pay attention to the lecture on verbs and conjunctions but to glance at Reid out of my peripheral vision. His warm green eyes and short- cropped brown hair frames his masculine face that is often mistaken for that of a college student, and the hair that blankets the rest of his body in only emphasizes his virility. Reid is the only guy I know that has a five o'clock shadow at noon. Yesterday he was wearing a pair of shorts and his gargantuan legs are covered in the same mass of silken fur that appears on all the skin that is exposed for my eyes to feast upon. I think he caught me gazing at his legs, but he could have thought I was daydreaming and in truth I was, but not about being out of class but of being out of class in some type of sexual adventure with him. He leaned forward in his desk and his focus was on Mr. Moore's didactic voice, as he positioned himself he casually scratched his crotch and then relaxed his right leg so it fell to the side. Reid's massive left foot rested on that of his right causing his shorts to stretch a little. I cannot explain how I wanted to be the seam of those shorts at that moment, touching the most intimate places of his body. As my glance fell back from the chalkboard to his knee, that was only inches from mine, I noticed that I could glimpse down Reid's shorts and see that he was wearing a pair of tight white briefs. My cock stirred in my shorts and I knew I had to focus on something other than his manhood encased in the thin fabric. I must have jerked my head back up in a motion that made it obvious to Mr. Moore that I had not been paying attention to his class. He asked me some silly question about where I lived and to recite my phone number in Spanish. Without hesitation I responded that "Vivo en Benson y telephono es .". I could tell Reid appreciated my being a smart ass as he smiled at my recitation and he crossed his brutish arms across his massive chest making his shirt crease in the middle and form a valley between the peaks of what I imagined to be his fur ensconced nipples. As the bell rang, everyone gathered their books and exited the class. When I walked to the door, I felt a hand on the middle of my back and as my mind flashed away from what I was going to eat for lunch I heard Reid's voice resonate in my ears. I paused as the flesh beneath my polo shirt tingled with excitement and horror at the same time. Exciting because the feel of another man touching the area of my back directly above my ass was electrifying and horrifying for the same reason.
"Hey Jay, do you mind helping me with Spanish? I am failing the class and if I don't pass this shitty class I am going to be benched in the dugout," his voice was low and drawn with a southern twang stronger than some of the Grand Ole Opry stars that are famous and often mocked for being so southern.
As I gained composure and swallowed my fear of being A. a tutor and B. being alone with Reid I agreed. I must have seemed somewhat flippant as I responded with a simple "sure" and continued my saunter to the lunchroom. He followed behind me telling me to stop by his house after school. Here I was, the class clown being asked to help out the star jock of the school, every girl in the class would have given their left tit to be alone with him and truthfully a lot of them had been with him. His persona was even included in a cheer by the varsity cheerleading squad "Reid Wood number 33 look at them Wranglers, oh me" you know the cheesy stuff that cheerleaders are known for, but everyone of them had a moist spot in their panties for him.
After school I got into my car and as the floodgates opened and the traffic from school was freed into the country roads our school parking lot filled with the laughter and conversation of teenagers being released. Like packs of wolves running through the forest everyone gathered into their cars and busses ending the day with ebullience. I noticed Reid talking to his girlfriend and she was pissed about something, but I just thought she was just throwing around her usual bitchy attitude. He got into his truck, a big Ford F-250 that fit his personality and stature to a tee, and began to pull away. He was about 50 feet in front of me and as the cars left the parking lot one by one, as if concatenated by an unseen chain. Everyone could not wait to escape the day of school and enjoy the warm spring afternoon. I unzipped the windows of the Jeep as Garth Brooks piped from the speakers behind my ears and above my head. Reid caught my glance out of his rearview mirror and casually lifted his left hand in a perfunctory wave without removing his elbow from the frame of the door and smiled showing his perfect white teeth framed by the succulent lips of his red-blooded mouth.
As we drove through the winding sun filled roads to Reid's house I pondered on how I would remain cool, calm and collective in his presence. In school when I did something silly or stupid I would play it off as an act of being goofy, an effort to make people laugh, but here we were going to be alone, just the two of us talking about Spanish. I was better in a crowd and even though I was somewhat popular in school, I rarely hung out with anyone when the day was over. I would either watch TV or drive up to Raleigh and hang out in one of the many coffee shops surrounding the campus of NC State.
I followed the Ford down the long dirt driveway and parked my Jeep behind his vehicle. "OK, keep your cool and don't do anything stupid I said to myself as I pulled my backpack from the floorboard of the passenger side of my car and examined its contents I realized that I didn't know have my Spanish book. The beads of sweat began to fill my underarms and I could feel one heavy drop cascade down the skin of my side and vanquish into the material of my shirt.
"You ready" Reid questioned as he stood with his arms folded over the door of my Jeep. It is a redneck Jeep with a lift kit and big mud tires, so as I turned to meet his voice I was staring directly into his vast green eyes.
As I hoisted my sack I asked him if he brought his book, "I think this is the first time this semester I even opened my backpack and my Spanish book must be in my locker"
"Yeah I have mine. By the way to ripped Mr. Moore in there this afternoon it doesn't sound like you need a book anyway man." He bashfully laughed
I needed something to keep my mind on our studies and was searching through my mind as to why his stare seemed so to make him as nervous as it made me.
We went into the old southern house through the side entrance off of the vast porch surrounding three sides of the manse that had been in his family for generations. I am sure somewhere down our respective family trees we are related because both of our families have been in the area for several generations. I am the seventh generation from this rural area and due to the beauty of the land and my love of the way of life here I will probably live here for the rest of my life.
Reid grabbed a note off of a plate of cookies and as he bit into the chocolate chip filled snack and read the script left for him his thick eyebrows furled and he grunted as he chewed.
"How long can you stay over?" he asked continuing with the explanation that his father had to take a horse to Kentucky that morning and he had to feed the horses and clean some of the stalls before it became dark.
"I have no plans so I can help you out with the horses to make it go faster" I loved horses and being around them was relaxing so I figured it would help my mind focus on something other than being next to Reid talking about the various tenses of Spanish verbs. We both finished the plate of cookies and had a glass of milk before we proceeded out to the barn.
The horse farm sprawled over acres of land but the barn was only a few hundred yards behind the main house. The sun was still bright and was a welcome from our lugubrious winter weather. As we started into the barn Reid took off his sneakers and put on a pair of boots that were stored in the tack room of the barn. It was an awkward sight, this brut of a man wearing a t-shirt and Umbro soccer shorts revealing his perfectly sculptured legs and boots covering his feet up to his calves. I couldn't help but laugh. "What's so funny man?" he spat as he came toward me in a jovial boxing stance.
"Nothing, I just didn't think Umbros were to be worn with ropers" I chortled.
At that moment he put me in a headlock and I could smell the musk from his underarm as his thick hair covered forearm and massive bicep framed my head. He looked like some B grade movie's version of a dime store cowboy and I just laughed harder to hide my tension as my face was pressed against his thick chest and the hair matted under his shirt teased my nose.
I jabbed him in the ribs and he let out a barking laugh, he was ticklish. I continued to probe my fingers into his side and his grip loosened from around my neck, but he still had control over my body as he slammed my onto the hay strewn floor of the barn and pinned my arms down so I could not reach his sides.
As we both caught our breath from laughing and wrestling our eyes met, him still on top of me, and everything stopped. For a millisecond the world stopped moving and we flashed into each other's soul before I could blink, escaping his trance. He looked away quickly and I thought he saw the lust and crush I had for him hidden behind the thin veil of my eyes. He quickly released my arms and got jumped up grabbing a pitchfork to start the chores that brought us to the barn in the first place. As I brushed the dirt off my back and legs I glanced to see Reid looking at me while he tossed hay into the stalls lining both sides of the barn.
"Jay, will you start at the other end of the barn and put a scoop of pellets in the buckets hanging from the gates of the stalls?" As my eyes met his again he rapidly pointed to a container in the tack room that held the oat mixture that the equines enjoy so much. I didn't know what to say, but for some reason, "I'm sorry" escaped my vocal cords loud enough to enter his ears.
"For what buddy?" he nervously retorted
"Um, nothing, I see it now" changing the focus from my slip up to the feed.
After an eternity of scooping food into buckets and filling more buckets with water and cleaning horseshit out of a few stalls we were finished. Reid went into the tack room and pulled two long neck bottles out of a refrigerator. He handed me a beer and then we sat on the step of the tack room as he took off his boots. The long slow swig of the ice cold beer quenched the dry entrance of my mouth and poured into my throat with such welcome that I forgot, if only for a moment, that I was too young to drink.
"Ahhh" Reid sighed sitting beside me barefooted and soaked with sweat. I concurred with another deep pull off of my beer as I rested back on my elbows, my shirt saturated with sweat. About a minute passed and that minute seemed like a silent year between Reid and me before he stood up.
"I guess we should change before we study, you probably don't want to help me out with me smelling like sweat and hay"
"I didn't realize it would be this hot, but we do stink. I'll go home and shower and change then I will be back to do our homework," I stated, trying to find an escape so I could beat off.
"We have a shower here in the barn and I can get you can wear some of my shorts home if you don't want to bother with going just to change"
I thought about the situation at hand and didn't realize that Reid already finished his beer, waiting for my reply. "Alright" I said, convincing myself that I would not get excited.
We got up and Reid went into back into the tack room, "You need another beer"
"Yes!" I responded as a gulped down the remaining drops of my beverage.
I continued to sit on the step looking out into the pasture as the sun began to lower itself behind the sloping hills of the farm. The bottle tapped my shoulder as Reid walked down the steps toward the back of the barn. "You coming" he asked.
"Just go home," I kept telling myself. I knew I would not be able to conceal my arousal if I saw Reid naked showering himself, but my curiosity made me follow suit toward the back of the barn.
Reid stepped into the horse bay and I noticed it had a large showerhead high above in the ceiling and as he turned one valve, water began to drop from above. He stepped out of the bay as the water soaked the concrete floor and washed the dirt down the drain.
"Where is the other one," I asked, not to assume we would be sharing the shower.
"This is it" he chimed " if we can wash a horse in here I am sure we can both get cleaned up at the same time."
"That's what I was afraid of," I mumbled to myself and as I bent to unlaced my shoes. A shirt then hit the floor beside me.
When my eyes focused on Reid's massive shirtless chest I realized that my fantasies were true as his torso was covered in thick hair, matted from sweat, and his abs were rock hard but hidden under the fur of his stomach. His nipples were dark brown and large, after the air hit them they torpedoed into an erect state. I swallowed but followed suit, peeling my wet shirt off of my smooth body. It was an amazing contrast to Reid's hardy musculature. I was astonished when he felt his apelike hand touch my young skin. I jumped back and looked bewilderingly into his eyes as he muttered, "I'm sorry, I never thought." His tongue- tied speech said everything and I drunkenly said, "It's ok, I am amazed at how different our bodies are even though we are the same age." I covered his chest with my right hand and took my left hand and brought his fingers to my chest once again.
Our bodies responded with curious abandon as we felt each other. The hair on his body was not coarse but rather silky and his chest was not pliable even when he did not flex his muscles. My fingers trailed to the underside of the overdeveloped chest of this 16 year old and my thumb flicked the nipples on both sides of his sternum. His left arm wrapped around my back and his hand held tight to the middle of my body sending another jolt of electricity a million times more powerful than this afternoon when he asked me to help him with his Spanish.
I moved closer to Reid and could feel the fabric of his shorts tent out and poke me in the stomach. As he pulled me into range of his mouth he lifted me slightly off the floor and his rod folded up past his belly button. I could feel the size of his dick and thought that it had to be much larger than mine because everything of Reid was much larger than me. Our lips met in an awkward combination. First just touching each other waiting for the other one to move and make the first motion of a kiss. When my lips closed on his bottom lip, sucking it ever so gently, his mouth closed over my top lip. I could feel his tongue trace the flesh that entered his mouth. His stubble grazed my cheek and chin as our mouths opened again to repeat the process of our kiss. This time the steps were the same just faster and our tongues met in the middle as we parted bringing us back into each other harder with more lust and anticipation.
We stepped into the waterfall of the showerhead and the beads of liquid cascaded down our bodies gluing us together. The water quickly covered my skin and made my shorts cling to my teenage thighs. Still occupied with deep passionate kissing my hands trailed from Reid's chest along his side, feeling the obloquies that were void from the hair that covered his chest and stomach. My thumbs stroked the elastic of his shorts that guarded his manhood and my hands wrapped around his waist. I slipped my fingers into the band slowly cupped his furry ass cheeks pulling him closer into my mouth. Our lips separated and his mouth touched my neck and he began to kiss my ears, throat and face with a softness that was uncharacteristic of his rumored escapades with several of the cheerleaders at school. He traced my body with his hands as his kisses covered my chest. His mouth encompassed my nipple and his tongue brushed across the nub of flesh. I responded with an audible moan and could feel my knees become weak. His grip on my body became stronger as he continued to tease my nipple. I never knew my nipples could elicit so much ecstasy. Reid brought his free hand up to my other nip and he gently rolled it between his meaty thumb and forefinger. My hard on was poking painfully out of my shorts and brushed against Reid's stomach. His beautiful green eyes looked up at me and his lips broke from my nipple with a smile.
I could not believe that I was in this horse stall with the quarterback of the football team, pitcher of the baseball team, and rodeo star as he was tugging my shorts off. Every fantasy I ever had about Reid, I was the one who instigated whatever was done, and I enjoyed this realistic change of events.
His hands and mouth ventured down my abs and he shucked my wet shorts off with one pull, releasing my cock. The warm water flowing over my bathed nipples intensified the sensation of the water falling onto my dick and dripping from my balls. Reid's hand cupped my sack and tugged on it to pull tension on my dick, lowering it to a more horizontal position. His other hand wrapped around the base of my prick and he buried his mouth into the cleft of my thigh and crotch lapping at the water that flowed from my body. He began to pump my dick with his hand and when he stood up to kiss me again I could tell that we were both drunk with sexual desire. I groped his shaft for the first time as he pushed me against the wooden wall and his meat, still encased in the thin cloth of his shorts and tight white briefs, surged with blood, making it hotter. I dropped to my knees and pushed my face into the fabric and mouthed his thick cock. My hands gripped at the back of his hairy thighs and I pushed them farther up the back of his legs to his ass. He pulled the front of his shorts down to expose his huge piece. My eyes filled at the sight and I wondered how I would take his member in my mouth. I removed my hands from his chiseled cheeks and pulled his shorts off so I could savor his completely naked body. I rose to my feet, again kissing his lips, yet this time we embraced each other pulling our skin closer to one another without the limit of our clothing. His massive arms squeezed me tightly and his hips began to grind against mine, our teenage cocks poking into each other. I lowered my hand to pull his rod up against my flat, smooth stomach and I pulled his thick long shaft a few times and much to my amazement it had grown even fuller. We stood against the wall, kissing and stroking each other as the sun fell behind the bank of trees in the horizon. His arm reached behind my neck and his hand searched for my nipple. Reid then extracted a thick sticky strand of pre cum from the head of his cock and gathered it onto his fingers, bringing it up to the hand that encased my chest. He slathered his excitement over my nipple and then resumed to jack me off while using his seed as lubrication for my sensual nip.
The excitement was intense, my nipple pulsated between the grip of his fingers, and my cock throbbed in the warmth of his hand. His hairy forearm brushed along my side as we pumped each other with faster shorter strokes. My head rested on his shoulder and I gazed up at him welcoming his scratchy face unto my mouth.
Kissing, stroking, rubbing, beating, we were grunting with animalistic pleasure. Silent with words too overwhelmed with desire to speak.
As Reid's breath became shorter I knew he was close and as his body tensed I dropped to my knees, wanting to see his monster shoot. I lapped at his balls as they tightened into his body and the first eruption of his orgasm volleyed out of his huge mushroom-headed dick over my shoulder onto the cement floor with an audible splatter. The second landed on my shoulder and neck and by the time the third and fourth blast came forth I was covered in his thick copious seed. Reid ejected a total of 13 times before his pumping came to a halt.
"Beau, I am so sorry I didn't mean to shoot that much" he recoiled.
"Man, that was HOT!" was all I could manage as I furiously pumped my enraged cock. His eyes changed from embarrassed to lust ridden when he realized being covered in his cum did not gross me out. As I concentrated on my orgasm, Reid's tongue flicked against my nipple, tasting his juice. Unbridled with desire he sucked one nipple while he teased the other with his jizz-laced fingers.
My climax stormed through my body and as the first shot detonated a bullet of spunk from my 16 year-old cannon my back arced and I bit my lip to muffle the scream that wanted to escape my mouth. Reid's handsome face could not escape the torrential gush that spewed out of my cock as rope after rope of sticky sweet seed escaped the prison of my balls.
We crashed onto the floor as we both regained our energy and Reid looked into my eyes intently.
"I guess I have to apologize now," I whispered as I wiped the cum off of his face. We both laughed.
Reid planted his feet on the ground and moved into a squatting position beside me and I looked at his deflating cock oozing the remainder of his orgasm wondering how I would ever get through the rest of the year in Spanish with him sitting behind me. He extended his hand and pulled me up as he stood tall.
"Let me wash your DNA off my face and then I have to get finish some things around here before heading to bed," he smiled and ended with a soft kiss on my cheek. I deduced that we would not work on Spanish.
We hurriedly washed with soap under the cooling water pouring from the ceiling, and were both silent as we toweled off. As I picked up my sopping shorts from the dirty barn floor Reid slapped my ass. I jumped from the sting.
As I turned around he had a pair of his shorts for me to wear home. His demeanor was not as convivial as when we arrived, but I was a little distant too. I did just have a mind-blowing orgasm with a hot man and now I had to meet up with my parents for dinner.
When I got in my car he slipped his hands in his pockets, "See ya," was all he managed to say. "Later," I responded.
All through dinner I wondered to myself if it was a set up to see if I was gay. I was too closeted even to myself to lead anyone to the assumption that I was gay. I had a girlfriend. I still liked sex with women. I always did, but after months of thinking about a guy being hot and now actually fooling around with one I was confused.
I dreamt about Reid and me and what happened and woke up this morning in a puddle of cream that leaked from my piss slit all through the night. Now, I have to see him again, I don't know if things will be the same, well how could they, I shot on the quarterbacks face!
Let me know what you think. Would you like to hear about that dream or do you want to hear about Jay going into the class seeing Reid for the first time that day. Oh yeah, some of that writing is fiction, some is not, you decide on what you believe.