"Doing what he wanted" (t/t oral high school)
Clay and I were both fourteen. We were just getting ready for the end of summer. We had started out the week with a campout down by the Casey Canal. It was a warm night and we seldom slept early. We had played all the young boy games and discovered jerking off together last summer. Now we seldom lost a chance to take a squirt.
Clay was telling me a story of how his older brother Tom had let a kid we both knew give him a blowjob. Tom said he gave Gary a ride home from school and was really horney. He said Gary could not stop looking at the bulge in his shorts. Tom said it took some real convincing but he got him to take his cock in his mouth and suck it exactly like his girl did.
I told Clay he was full of shit that I knew Gary and that he didn't look queer. Clay said his brother said you could never tell who had queer genes in them, but guys who are willing to suck usually do it. I didn't believe him but the story made me real hard.
"You want to suck my dick?" Clay asked. "No way, asshole, that thing would not fit in my mouth." I said. "Why not?" he asked. "I'm not gonna put a cock in my mouth and be known as a queer like Gary," I told him. "You would," he assured me. "You might have the queer genes. And I promise I won't cum in your mouth," he added quickly.
I just looked at him, not believing what he wanted me to do. I just shook my head, "You are crazy, dude." He looked at me and said, "You can't tell me you don't want to find out what its like." I said quickly, "Not me, you want one, go find Gary." He smiled as he looked down at his naked hard cock and then up at me, "Maybe I might find Gary for a blowjob, but he's not here and you are."
He pumped his cock a few strokes and paused, "Why don't you just try it? I'll put my jockeys back on and you can just put it in your mouth and jerk me off. Any cum will go in my jockeys and your lips won't touch any skin." he added, arguing like he always did.
"Since you won't really be sucking a cock, it won't be queer, and if you don't like it, we can stop," he pleaded. I looked down at Clay's cock and my face turned red as I realized he had me thinking about sucking his cock. Both of us knew that sucking dick was sucking dick. I knew that if I took his cock in my mouth even covered with his jockey shorts that he would have me do it again.
I looked at Clay's hard dick. But I crossed the line when I said, "put your shorts on it." He quickly grabbed his shorts and pulled them over his rigid cock, "Shit yea, I can't wait. Go for it dude." I knelt down between his legs as he sat on the ground cloth. I put my mouth over the head of his cock through his shorts. Clay said, "Wait I want to know what a blow job feels like and he started taking his shorts back off.
I watched his seven-inch cock plop back against his stomach as he removed his shorts. I said, "No way, unless you put them on I'm not gonna touch your cock." Clay started looking around in the tent and came out with a sheer clothe bandana. "How bout this? It will be more like a blowjob and it still will be as if you're not." He wanted me to actually put a bandana covered cock in my mouth yet he was telling me it would not be queer. I had seen Clay hard before, but this was different. His cock was rock hard and it strained in the bandana ready to squirt its cum in my mouth. I didn't look at Clay's face as I knelt between his legs again. I became acutely aware of the wetness where precum had soaked through the thin cloth as my mouth covered the place at the tip of his cock. Clay was waiting, so I lowered my mouth, and I raised my eyes to Clay's face.
I turned my attention to his cock and I felt the wetness as I forced out more precum from the cock head with my mouth. I grasped his shaft and started to jerk him off with just the cloth-covered head in my mouth. I held his cock at the base as I continued bobbing my head and sucking on his cock. The slow sucking rhythm caused him to reach the edge. He was shooting and his cum was going into my mouth. The cloth was so wet that it did not slow down the spurts of cum and I never had time to think about it or to turn away before a volley of jism shot through the cloth. Cum just flowed into my mouth and I don't know why I continued to pump his cock.
Clay was silent as I release his cock from my mouth. He said, "See the cloth did the job and all the cum was captured." There was no way to describe how it felt to suck his dick, but it had been unbelievable. "Well do you have the queer gene? Do you like to suck dick? Want to try it like Gary did without the cloth?" Clay asked. I actually got kind of a thrill and yet was embarrassed that I must have swallowed his cum. I never remember spitting it out.
I told him that the experience had been unbelievable but that I would not do it again. I was glad that I had gone down on Clay and I knew I would do it again, though I couldn't tell him that. It was less than an hour when he started begging me to do it again. I think he knew that I was willing. I guess my reluctance was gone, because I didn't have any trouble going down on Clay again. The second time sucking his dick was easier for me. Clay started asking me what it felt like while I sucked him. I was bobbing up and down, with a little more action, and Clay asked me if I wanted to remove the cloth. He said that it was just he and I and he would never tell anyone. He said it was just two dudes experimenting and that he was just joking about the queer genes. I actually wanted to do it yet I was not prepared to go that far. Clay knew that I liked to suck his cock, yet he knew that it would mean admitting that I was queer if I admitted it. But he knew that I wouldn't do that. Clay had just completed what it took to persuade me to go down on him.
The next week Clay was busy all the time and he didn't talk about what we had done. I thought he was ashamed and I even noticed that he would get hard sometimes while we hung out together. But he would always say he had better leave. I thought that he did not want to be embarrassed around me. It was about a week later when I found why he would leave. He told me that he had come home from our camping trip and that Gary was at his house with his brother. He said that he watched him give Tom a blowjob. He said that Gary was always trying to get Tom to let him suck him off again. Now he sucks Tom off all the time. Clay said he saw Gary go down on his older brother. He looked at me and said "Shit Gary suck me too. Boy it felt good." He smiled and said, "Almost as good as you suck." Clay was good at getting me to do whatever he wanted. There was no denying I got off on sucking him and I knew what he wanted me to do next.