MESMERIZED by bawdypen
I was sort of a dweeb in junior high. Then again, who wasn't? But once in a while my dorkiness paid off--bringing about situations I would never have considered if I'd been, well, alert instead of goof-brained.
Like the time I walked into the men's room at the park (the one at the far end by the tennis courts) one Saturday afternoon and saw something that made my eyes spin around in circles!
At first I thought the place was deserted, but one of the stall doors creeped open. An older boy peeked out. Giving me a quick once-over, he got this cocky smirk guys pass on to younger ones like a cruel inborn rule of nature. You know, the one look that'll send a shiver down your spine and ruin your whole day. It's not as much a look of contempt, in that split second, as a simple reminder of your unimportance in the universe. He's cool ...you're such a big zero it hurts his eyes to even look at you!
My soul fell into my left shoe with a clank--as it always does when a guy does that. It's a dirty little piece of nasti- ness passed down the line in revenge for having endured the same pain and humiliation. And it's totally different from any other kind. Being dismissed or snubbed by girls isn't all that big a deal at 13...yet. The day before yesterday they were only nuisances.
Could be that some ancient, secret dynamic exists between a boy of 12 or 13 and a boy of 15 or 16. It's like the hero- worship you sometimes see in our dorky expressions, but much more intense and confusing. And that particular rejection--that look--drives a hot spear into a kid's heart worse than any other at that age, except, perhaps, for divorce. No, not even a parental rejection hurts that deeply. Maybe because it feels so personal. Regardless of seeing every other kid getting the same treatment, each time it's HIM conveying this impression of you as a puke--still in diapers! All in a second or two. It's half conscious, but he knows he's doing it and he enjoys seeing your bubbling, happy face instantly droop like a beaten puppy's.
Most guys, like me, try to take it in stride, figuring they're probably just creeps anyway. But some kids are devas- tated to the point of tears and don't even know why. There's always a couple who'll wisecrack back and not hesitate to tell 'im to go fuck himself--after planning the quickest getaway, of course. The funny thing is, they are the ones who get accepted more often than the rest of us! It's as if the only way to be recognized by an older boy--specially the cooler ones--is to stare back with your eyes squinched and tell him his face all screwed up like that either means he's mucho constipated or he just blew a buffalo and can't decide whether to swallow the load!! Sometimes it's a bust in the chops, but most guys laugh-- maybe even dole out a backhanded compliment.
"Hey, not bad for a little shit. Now you and your buddies get lost. Go play with each other or something,"
"Oh, like you used to do? Besides, we already did. At least we're getting more action than you, Bozo! Even your mother calls you 'The One-Handed Wonder'."
"Yeah, one hand in your face, runt. Now scram!"
It's weird. If a guy like me said, "What're you staring at, asshole?" I'd get knocked across the room. Guys like Timmy Ransom can put on a studious face and ask, "Hey, aren't you the guy seen behind the gym yesterday sucking off three math teachers? No? Guess I oughta tell that guy he was wrong before he spreads it all over your school, hunh? If I get the time, that is." And HE gets away with it!
All that went through my brain in a flash as I headed to the urinals. I fished out my pecker and looked back over my shoulder. After a quick glance toward the entrance, he swung the door open--my presence was irrelevant to him. Well, he might have acted as if I was invisible, but I saw the sneaky sideways glance he took in my direction and the smirk signalling his satisfaction that I couldn't have been more shocked. Was I ever! I stood frozen with my pecker in hand, my mouth gaping, and my eyes bugging out like radar disks sucking in every detail of the most incredibly lurid sight of my tender years.
Boy, it was a good one! A little bit scary, but just the kind of thrill a boy who gets three boners an hour, rain or shine, dreams about...two people doing it right in front of you!! Dirty pictures were nothing compared to watching it for real. Maybe I hadn't figured out what guys my age seem to need from older boys, but I'd found one who seemed to know exactly what he wanted...and he was getting it!
The highschooler's pants were down around his feet and the way he held up his Pendleton shirt he was all but butt-naked. But, Jeez Louise, you shoulda seen the huge boner he had sticking out! And the corker? He was pushing it into the mouth of a kid my age! I was sure I'd seen him in one of my classes, but positive I'd seen him around before. If he even knew I was watching he sure didn't care. All he cared about was getting as much of that big cock in his mouth and sucking it. Up and down, up and down...even gagging once in a while. Then a big breath and he was down on it again.
"Now, that's a fucking blowjob!" I thought to myself. Ignoring that it was the only blowjob I'd ever seen, just the fact that it was infinitely more exciting than any description I'd ever heard made me more confident in my assessment. Sure I was green in the experience department. But I could recognize talent, and that kid knew his way around a prick...instincts well beyond his capacity to fit it all in!
The older boy put his hand on the back of the kid's head, urging him to take more.
"Mmmm, yeah. Eat me," he hissed--just loud enough I could hear. "You sure love cock, doncha?" He turned slowly and looked right at me for a few seconds--grinning with superiority--and turned back. No way I could pee then. My dick was stiff. I forced it into my pants in embarrassment.
"Yep. You could just suck that baby all day, couldn't you?"
"Mmmm," the kid moaned, sucking the fat knob with a passion that made me gulp! Something snapped because he suddenly pulled off, stared at his watch and groaned. "OH, JEEZ!" He jumped up. Apparently there was at least one thing in his life more important than sucking a juicy prick. "I gotta go!"
"Now?!?" the guy whined, stroking his slippery, abandoned meat with a look of absolute astonishment that anybody would desert his luscious prick, undrained, without six bodybuilders pulling him off it! He slumped back in frustration.
The kid frantically scooped up his things then bent over and gave the knob a noisy smooch. "Sorry, dude. Come around next week and I'll suck you off twice."
As the younger boy stepped out he saw me gaping like a goofball, He just shrugged and gave me a hidden gesture... fanning his face. I'd never seen that before, but it conveyed a lot. That it was big, that he liked it, that it certainly wasn't his first, and that he had to leave if he ever hoped to suck another one.
I stood there like a dummy for about 15 seconds, then turned red realizing I was in a public bathroom watching a naked boy jacking off. I made for the door--keeping my head down, but not quite certain exactly what I should feel guilty about.
"Hey," he said in a normal tone after I'd passed by him.
"H-hunh?" I croaked in a surprised, high voice as if I had only just discovered his presence and was completely oblivious to his pants being down, his big cock sticking out, and my own twitching trouser-tent. I didn't dare look down.
"Wanna suck it?" he asked, looking down at it with pride. It wasn't to make sure I knew what he was referring to--he plainly liked looking at it. Our eyes met again. He tossed his head a little and raised his eyebrows, silently repeating the suggestion as if it was merely a stab in the dark--no accusation or demand in his attitude.
"No!" I squealed, wondering why I was slowly walking toward him instead of straight out the door. "Why would I want to do that?" I was at the stall door now--within reaching distance-- shaking my head negatively.
He grunted--lacing it with subtle tinges of having insight to the contrary--and looked at me with a sad patience full of unexpected feeling. His voice was low and soothing, though he wasn't speaking out loud. When he did speak, I felt dizzy, hypnotized. Giving me a crooked smile, he gently touched my shoulder and assisted my zombie-like move into his web.
"It's alright," he cooed reassuringly. "You'll see." He closed the door and latched it, redirecting the light pressure on my shoulder downward. I went to my knees in a trance. As I looked up at him with trusting bewilderment he rustled my hair like a big brother.
"Never know til you try, kid. And there's no harm in trying, right?" He wrapped his shirttail around his shaft and wiped it dry, then held it straight out and teased the knob back and forth across my trembling lips. It was silky! Some quality your fingers somewhat relay, but your lips transmit directly to your pleasure center. I'd been trying to figure out why I was letting him lead me into this. But now, in the back of my mind, I wondered how long it was gonna take him to stick it in my mouth! He just kept wiping it--from side to side--my lips becoming sticky as we stared into each other's eyes. It wouldn't hurt to...
He really smiled then, seeing I'd extended the tip of my tongue up to my lower lip...and feeling the tickling as I tasted the bloated head of his impressive cock, It was the biggest dick I'd seen in real life and the only one I'd seen hard besides my own and Jimmy Webster's when we'd have a jackoff session after school. It was fun playing with Jimmy's pecker, sliding my hand up and down his shaft while he squirms and pounds my meat at the same time. Who wouldn't enjoy that? Jimmy could jerk a guy off in his sleep. All you'd have to do pull his hand off his own pecker and wrap it around yours! And there's no futzing around with him. Whip it out and he'll grab it. Don't whip it out and he'll still grab it.
"Come on, lemme jack you off," he'd say. "It's okay if you're not in the mood to frig me. I can jerk two at a time."
Thinking back, I can imagine his reaction to a suggestion he suck it. "Hunh???" Total blank. Dumb. As if no one had ever considered doing that...what the heck for?...it's too far beyond his scope of imagination and his brain hurts so let's jack off. Something like that. It wouldn't be repulsive to him...not at all...it just hadn't joined a niche in his fantasies. Jimmy was born to masturbate, and he would happily go down a line and jerk off every kid in school without a single notion that it might be queer. To Jimmy, jerkin' off another guy's bone was the same as jerkin' his own. When he couldn't come any more, he'd just reach for somebody else's!
Likewise, I never had an urge to put his skinny prick in my mouth. Mostly, I think, cause it was always cruddy from playing pocket-pool all day through the holes he cut out of the right- hand pocket of all his pants!
Yeah, Jerkoff Jimmy, Teen Wanker. The kid who played with himself so much he was 30 before he found out about blowjobs, assholes, and pussies!
Not me. I was entering a brand new, exciting world...the mind-boggling discovery that a man-sized cock like the one pulsing and throbbing against my lips deserved to be worshipped, and I was tingling with excitement at having been elected to officiate at the services. I wasn't sure how or why, but I was gonna worry about it later...when I had more information to analyze. If he'd just...
He knew what I was thinking.
"We can stay like this all day, but I'm not going to push it in. It's your decision. You want it? Show me. Put your lips over it, lick it, suck on it. You know you want to and I know you want to. Suck it all you want. It's free and it's all yours."
I let out a quiet moan from deep down--slowly moving my mouth over his spongy knob a millimeter at a time. Halfway, I capitulated--snapping my mouth over the ridge and sucking like a baby...sucking like I was meant to...sucking the most perfect thing in the whole world! YES! I'd only been teasing myself, anyway. From the moment I'd said, "Why would I want to do that?" we both knew I was going to answer my own question. He was smart enough to let me teach myself...giving me the opportunity with a patience a 16-year-old could only obtain through divine intervention! Who was this guy?! Why wasn't he ramming his prick down my throat and calling me a cocksucker?
I'd worked my way down until I had three-quarters of his shaft tasted and savored and was giving it the old in-and-out ...the textbook blowjob movements I'd recently seen performed by the only expert I knew of. It felt right. It felt good. IT FELT FUCKING WONDERFUL!! IT TASTED SO GOOD I'D NEVER GIVE IT UP!
I slurped off and looked up at him. I was drunk, and I sounded drunk, but it didn't matter.
"I'm a cocksucker," I told him.
He smiled and stroked my hair again. "Of course you are. Could it be any other way? You've got perfection in your mouth. I don't mean mine, I mean any prick...although I guess I've got a pretty nice one, don't I?"
"It's wonderful!" I gushed, getting a flash of seeing myself from above--puppy dog eyes filled with hero-worship. But that was alright. He didn't snarl at me for it, he moaned and stuck his joint back into my mouth where we both wanted it.
"I'm not gonna warn you when I'm gonna shoot, though you'll probably be able to tell. I figure a guy's first time is the best time for him to find out that taking a guy's load isn't scary--it's the whole reason you suck it. To make him squirm and yelp with pleasure, and suck down the hot creamy juice shooting up from deep inside his balls! There's a lot of juice in my balls--just bubbling away. You know what it tastes like. Every guy knows what cum tastes like...even the liars. Suck it all out for me. No, next time. This time, suck it all out for yourself. No going back saying you never did this, so go whole hog and make it pay off. At least when you admit you took another dude's cock in your mouth and gave him a blowjob, you can feel proud it was the best fuckin' blowjob he ever had!"
What could a young boy on his knees with an older boy's stiff, leaking penis in his mouth do after a pep talk like that? What else? The only thing my sense of pride and morality would accept...I GAVE HIM THE BEST FUCKIN' BLOWJOB HE EVER HAD! And seeing how voraciously I was gulping down his syrup made him shoot more and more of it. What a wise boy. What a load for a beginner! What a way to fix forever the MOUTH+COCK+SUCK+CUM+ SWALLOW=ECSTASY formula for a happy future!
I was already leaving room for things like kissing, fucking, and assholes--hoping to get some info on them real soon. Just in case, I left a little spot for licking assholes!
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