Clay became silent and said, "Derrick Can I ask you a personal question? Why would you want to suck my dick?" I was unsure how to answer him. I thought back to how I became hooked on cock in junior high school.
Across from my junior high was the catholic high school, Benedictine. The tales were that there was an alley way where some girls would go kneel and blow long lines of boys. These urban tales told of one girl that had sucked off twenty three boys at one kneeling.
This tale gave me many jerk off fantasies. I don't know why but I was fascinated by someone giving a blow job. I would beat my meat at any chance with the vision of the alley way. I was in the eight grade when I decided to see if anything really went on in the alley.
I skipped second period which was just before lunch and walked across Bull Street to the alley behind Benedictine. I found a dumpster and hid behind it. I was ready to spy on any activities. I was there for forty five minutes before any one came into the alley.
Four or five guys dressed in cadet uniforms came into my sights. They hid in a doorway and pulled out their smokes. They had come to smoke cigarettes. I was disappointed when my fantasies never became a reality.
Another week passed before I decided to hide behind the dumpster again. I was hidden a couple of hours the second time with almost the same results. All I saw was smoking high school students but no sex stuff. I did not know what I expected but I know this was not what I waited to see.
On the third visit something happened that scared me and excited me beyond my eight grade comprehension. One of the bigger boys of a smoking group came toward where I was hiding and opened his fly to take a leak. I gasped at the size of the cock he exposed. I guess I made a noise as he looked into my eyes in hiding.
He looked toward his fellow students as he continued to piss. He could see they were all busy with the task of smoking. He quietly said, "You spying on us?" I was too afraid to speak. I just watched him as he zipped up. He said, "Kid, be here at three o'clock." I ran back to school after he left. My breathing was fast.
School would not be out till 20 minutes after three. I was afraid to go to the alley. Yet something inside me made me want to meet him. I was getting nervous now in spite of being so turned on. But I couldn't walk away.
My mind went back to my fantasy. "Play with my cock. Reach out and touch it. No one will know. You've gotten me hard already as you can see." His dick was hard as a rock and the tip glistened with his juice.
"I don't know, man. I-I-I've never, uh done anything like this."
"Just stroke it," he ordered. "Take it in your hand. You know you want to. I can tell you're curious .No one will find out" I reached down and took hold of his dick. I couldn't get my hand all the way around it. Then he was pushing my head toward his cock. "No, I can't do that!" I cried. My face came closer and closer to his fat dick. I moved my face toward his hard cock. I wanted to taste it. "I can't do it!" I said, trying not to open my mouth too much as his cock rubbed against it. I tried not to breathe as I could feel it push against my lips. I let my tongue run up and down his shaft.
I opened my mouth and began to take in the huge head of his cock. I tried to sallow the whole thing as the head went past my lips and his shaft started to slide in. The head of his dick glided over my tongue, toward my throat causing me to gag. I tried to pull off of his dick. I could see his balls tightening up. I also felt him begin to speed up the pace of pumping my mouth. I felt his warm spurts and my mouth was filled with his cum.
I had the same fantasy every day. As I walked toward the alley my cock was hard. What could it hurt to see what he wanted? I walked toward the dumpster when I heard someone say, "What the fuck took you so long?" I looked around and saw him as he spoke, "This is where queers come to give blow jobs. Is that why you're here?" I just looked at him. I was confused and yet I nodded "yes". He said "Its OK I was just looking for someone to blow me and I'll keep it secret if you suck my dick, how bout it kid?" In spite of my confusion, I felt a stirring in my cock. He looked at me and said, "I want you to unzip my pants and free my cock." I couldn't believe he was asking me to do that.
Yet I knelt down in front of him. I leaned forward and began to unzip his pants; I opened the fly of his uniform and pulled his long cock out into the open air. He had me wait as he pushed down his pants and jockeys and as he stepped out of them. He stripped in the open alley. His hard on was right before my eyes. He was firm when he said, "Go ahead kid and suck it, no teeth"
I stuck out my tongue and ran it around the head of his dick. I took his big meat in my mouth and he started pumping it in and out. I was excited, my cock was hard and I was close to coming. A moment later I felt him tense and he started shooting in my mouth. My mouth was full of cum and I struggled to swallow. After he finished, he pulled his dick from my mouth. I had the last drops of his cum dripping from my lips.