I was on a quest to break the rubber. I was so carried away when I felt the rubber break. I could taste his lube. I looked up and started sucking harder. Clay thrust into my mouth hard filling my throat with his spurting cum. He panicked, "I'm sorry James it broke." I pulled off his cock and pretended to gag. His cock quickly started to soften. I was successful and I had tasted Clay's cock.
That was a week ago and I have not talked to Clay since. In school when I come near him he acts as if he does not know me. I have let my lust and fantasies ruin a friendship with Clay. I have soared to the heights of fantasies and dropped to the depths of reality.
For a few weeks I wanted to get into Clay's pants. All through High School I had the opportunity to be near him and fantasize. I never dreamed that I wanted to suck his dick. Now that I have crossed the line I am afraid that he'll break my face for me, and that is something I didn't plan. I knew full well what was racing through my mind when I started experimenting with the jerking.
Now, with my heart beating a mile a minute I am afraid that Clay will kick the shit out of me and possibly "out" me at school. Clay was not friendly to me for the first time all year. "I'm busy James. I'll call you tomorrow." he said. I was grateful he had not exposed me. My mouth felt dry when Derrick called. I was so nervous. I met him at his house. He looked concerned. "Okay then, did Clay force you to suck him off without a rubber." came his question. I asked him to quite down because I was afraid someone would hear him. He assured me that there wouldn't be anyone home for several hours and we were alone. "Did Clay talk to you?" I asked as we were standing in the hall. "Let's go in my bedroom, we'll be more comfortable there."
As we entered Derrick's room, he closed the door behind him, turned, and started telling me, "Clay said you and he were friends but he had fucked up. He said he guess you and him could never be friends again. Tell me what happened and don't leave out anything." He commented all through the story, "No shit, you did..., awesome." Then he opened his pants and pulled out his dick. "Well, your story has me boned." he said to me as he stroked his rod. I confessed, "I dropped to my knees in front of Clay and took his dick into my mouth with the knowledge that I was going to pop the rubber and take him bareback?" My head began to spin. I watched as Derrick's dick became stiff as I regained control of myself. I began to confess that I had dreamed of taking Clay's load. I told him I had fantasized about sucking Clay in the middle of the school pep rally with the whole school watching. The more relaxed I became, the easier it was to talk to Derrick. He said I'm really horney from you story.
Derrick moved his hands to either side of my head as I kneeled in front of his hard dick. There would be no rubber this time. All I had to do was stay there and let him take over. I was glad this was happening. My eyes were open and I could taste his teenage juices. I was glad it wasn't a dream. Then I felt his entire body stiffen, and knew that he was about to shoot his load. I wanted every drop. I wanted his cum, and as he came I drank, and tried not to gag too much. It was wonderful.
I felt Derrick go soft in my mouth after shooting. A few minutes went by and I was waiting for him to say something. "That was better than I expected. Clay doesn't have any idea what he is missing. I'll fix this if you let me talk to Clay." I wanted him to help. "Do you mind? Can you ask him to forgive me?" I asked him. "Sure, no problem," he said.
It was dark by the time Clay and Derrick left the school for the short ride over to Derrick's. And the talk quickly turned to what Derrick recently heard from James. "Did he really suck you?" Derrick asked.
"Yeah, he really did", Clay said almost embarrassed. "What was it like?" Derrick continued his questions. Clay said, "What the fuck do you think, it felt great!"
Derrick smiled at his friend, relishing the idea of watching Clay do it. Clay pulled into Derrick's drive and switched off the lights. They'd decided to hang out. Derrick and Clay walked into the house. Derrick started up the stairs with Clay close behind him. It wasn't unusual for Clay to be in Derrick's room while he waited for Derrick to get ready. But tonight, for some reason, it was different. Derrick had taken off his shorts, and was standing with his back to Clay looking through his drawer. Something in Clay reacted quickly, and he could feel his cock begin to stir. Clay looked away, hoping the Derrick didn't noticed. Derrick moved across the room, after he got something out of his dresser drawer, and then went to his closet. Clay couldn't help but look to see what Derrick was doing, and when he did, a small moan escaped from him. Derrick was standing with his back to Clay as he fiddled with his underwear.
Derrick shrugged his shoulders and turned around and put on his underwear. Clay didn't say anything, although, something inside him screamed out, "I wish James were here now!" He just stood there with a glazed look on his face. Derrick crossed over to where Clay was standing, and looked at him and smiled. Clay knew he should leave, but he couldn't, he wanted to be with Derrick.
Clay was in a trance as he fantasized about James wonderful talent. He felt Clay open his jeans. Clay sighed as his cock was allowed to escape its confines. Clay stepped out of his jeans and James led him over to the bed where Clay sat down. He knelt in front of Clay, and put his face in Clay's crotch. He breathed deeply to get the aroma of this mate that was now allowing him to explore. It was then that Clay realized that Derrick not James was kneeling in front of his exposed hard cock. Derrick slid his tongue along Clay's pulsing cock, and pushed Clay down completely onto the bed. Clay's mind was racing as Derrick began to lick his hard cock. He knew this shouldn't happen, but he wanted this so badly, that he was willing to let Derrick do anything to him.
Derrick's was about to wrap his lips around Clay's long pole. He licked Clay's cock before it entered his mouth. Clay could feel his cock begin to twitch. He put his hands on Derrick's head, and pushed Derrick completely down onto his hard cock. Derrick knew what was about to happen. He'd wanted this to happen since the day that James had told him about jerking Clay's cock. Clay couldn't believe that Derrick was now swallowing and massaging his prick head. Clay was feeding Derrick. Clay was shooting a large dose of juice. This was exactly like getting sucked by James, Clay thought. Derrick thoroughly cleaned Clay's now shrinking cock. When he was finished Derrick smiled at Clay.
"That was terrific." Clay said with a happy smile. Clay knew that this was what he had wanted but was afraid to admit it. He had allowed James hands to explore his body and now Derrick had satisfied him. Clay couldn't believe how good it made him feel. Here he was, with his school friend, and he was his for the taking. Derrick nearly screamed at his first touch of Clay's dick. For much too long he'd only dreamt about having this dream come true. Yet Clay knew Derrick wouldn't return the favor
As Derrick and Clay left the house Derrick asked, "Are you mad at James for blowing you? And are you now going to be pissed at me?" Clay got guile, and leaned over Derrick and moaned, "Shit, I love James but I creamed his mouth. You should have seen the look on his face when I got carried away and broke the rubber. He gagged and spurted. I was embarrassed. When ever I see him I think of his look." Derrick moaned out loud, which only made Clay more intense in his stare. Derrick said, "James has the `hots' for you. He sabotaged the rubber so he could taste you juices. He said he would suck you off in front of the whole school if he could."
Derrick saw something he'd never felt before. Clay became silent and started to cry. Derrick asked, "What is wrong with you?" Clay replied, "I can't let James suck my cock. I can't let you do it either. I'm not a faggot cock sucker and I won't be queer bait." My balls were drawn up tight after this comment. It was against my nature to let bull shit pass. I yelled at Clay for the first time, "You can treat James like shit and you can call him names. But if you don't take that back I'm going to kick you ass and strip you and feed you to the buzzards."
I was on a roll, "Maybe you cause all your friends to turn queer. You could be a carrier of queer vibes." I guess that broke the ice as Clay started to laugh. He said, "I'm sorry. I don't cause all my friends to turn queer. I just feed all my friends a dose of boy juice with my bull shit."