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I intend this to be a 7-10 chapter story involving several 18 year old high school seniors sharing their sexuality and interest in light domination.
I welcome all comments and suggestions.
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Enjoy! Story by FF Flavors (fruitflavors)
I saw Phil around the neighborhood all the time. Something about him intimidated me. I kept my distance. He wasn't that friendly, either.
Phil was a good-looking guy with a well-muscled medium build. His long, black hair was parted in the middle like so many guys in my 70s high school. Best of all, Phil had a curly black treasure trail and large, brown nips that always caught my eye.
Nearly every family had a basketball hoop in the front yard, so we played lots of ball. Without fail, Phil would show up and whip his shirt off to play. He loved to show off that build and work up a good sweat.
One afternoon, I was walking down the street in front of Phil's house. He rushed out and ran toward me.
"Hey, Danny! Hey! I got something to show you. You'll love it!"
"Well, what is it?" I quietly replied. My stomach felt uneasy. Phil never talked to me.
"You gotta see it for yourself. It's at the farm on the other side of the woods." Phil was worked up a bit. "I'll take you."
It was a dairy farm long rumored to have shrooms growing in abundance. The stories noted the pasture was guarded by a trigger-happy old farmer and a pack of guard dogs, but shrooms!
"Let's go!," I readily agreed. I had never tried shrooms.
Phil and I started the 2-mile walk to the farm. Most of it was through the woods on meandering, well-worn trails surrounded by dense stands of old pines. It was cool and peaceful. It felt good to be there, even with Phil babbling on about basketball.
Phil stopped on the main trail and looked deep into the woods.
"I know a shortcut. Follow me," he commanded
The heavy brush engulfed us, as did the roar of beating our way through it. I thumped and stomped with extra vigor to scare off any unwelcome snakes coming our way.
After an intense hike, we came on a small clearing. I could hear the birds again, and I started to relax from the hike. The afternoon sun felt warm on my skin. A thick circle of scrub oaks bowed in toward the clearing creating something of a natural privacy fence.
Phil finally stopped babbling about basketball.
"This is good," he remarked. "This will work."
I turned to look at him, about to ask "Good for what?"
Phil grabbed his crotch. "Good place to suck my dick. I know you like the dick, and I like getting sucked."
I turned bright red, frozen in my tracks. There was a long pause and I could hear a buzzing in my ears. Sure, my classmate Joey and I came out to the woods every so often to blow each other. He wouldn't have mentioned it to Phil. He wouldn't have mentioned it to anyone.
"Well, I don't know who told you that," I explained while staring at Phil's bulge.
"You don't have to say that, Danny. No one's going to narc on you or hit you," Phil laughed. "I've seen you sucking Joey's little dick. You liked it. I could tell."
There was no point pretending. I looked in Phil's eyes. "Yeah, I like dick. I love dick," I emphasized. Those words had never escaped my lips. "I love dick," I repeated in my head. "I love dick."
Phil walked toward me. He placed one hand on my shoulder. His touch was electric. Then he took his other hand and put it on my chest.
"Your heart's beating wildly, and you're breathing like we ran here," Phil chuckled. "Man, it's alright. Everything's ok. We're deep in the woods, off the trail, and you're with me."
I took a deep breath. It felt good. Phil gently pushed down on my shoulders. I got to my knees, holding onto his outer thighs. Phil rested his hands on the sides of my head with his fingers extending to the back. I never noticed this before, but Phil had long fingers.
There was a pause. Then, I realized it was my move. I undid Phil's belt and pulled the zipper down. Then I slowly pulled his jeans and underwear down to his knees. His dick popped up, longer than average and thick as hell. He had a huge bush. I smiled thinking "How does he get that bush into his jeans? You'd never know his bush was that fluffy."
Phil pulled his shirt off. Time to play ball. That treasure trail called to me, so I grabbed that dick and buried my face in his bush, inhaled deeply, then ran my tongue up the trail to his navel and back down again. I repeated this several times to make sure it was real. I looked up at Phil. He smiled at my worship, gently brushing my forehead.
I started to rub his balls and then abruptly took his dick all the way. I think I heard him gasp. Then, I slowly pulled back out, rapidly flicking the head with my tongue. His hold was firmer. I looked up. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back.
Phil bucked gently while I sucked dick like a madman, slurping like crazy. I half expected crowds to show up wondering who was making all that noise. I slurped and sucked and pushed myself down on his dick. His dick was so deep I felt the head in my throat. I wanted more. Deeper.
My arms wrapped around Phil's abdomen holding him tight. Deeper and faster I sucked, slightly dizzy from the motion. He hugged my head and started to buck wildly. My heart was pounding like crazy. I wanted to be his. I felt warm and safe and loved. His dick was made for me. And then...
His cum. The first shot took me by surprise. I swallowed by reflex, but then wave after wave of hot cum fired into my mouth.
"Ahh, ahh, ahh, oh, ahh," Phil rhythmically intoned. "Yes, ahh, yes, yes."
The waves stopped sooner than I wanted but I'd saved a mouthful. I kept it there swishing it about. It was really hard not to swallow. My eyes watered, and I started to choke a little. Phil grabbed my jaw and tilted my head so our eyes could meet.
"Keep it there longer. Don't swallow." Phil had that smile on his face again. I started to choke again. Phil kept smiling. My body shook several times.
"Ok. Swallow." I swallowed with great relief and coughed a few times. Then I burped and we both laughed. It was so worth it. I always swallowed Joey's cum after sucking his dick, but I never stopped to enjoy the taste. I had been missing out.
Phil let go of me. I stood. "Take all your clothes off," Phil ordered. "And take off mine, too. Do it."
It seemed natural to follow his commands. I pulled off my shoes and jeans, then my shirt. Next came my underwear. I was sporting quite the hard-on. Then my socks had to go.
I pulled Phil's shirt off, then his shoes and socks. Lastly, I took his jeans and underwear off from where they sat below his knees.
There we were. Naked. Me with an erection straining for attention. Phil with a semi. I looked in his eyes. Phil's confidence surrounded us. I wanted all of him.
"Put your hands on your head." Phil grabbed my hands to interlace my fingers. "Yeah, like that. Now spread your legs apart." I started to tremble.
Phil grabbed my dick and started to stroke it. I moved my hands to touch him. "No. Hands back up," he instructed.
His hands were gentle. He stroked me slowly, all the way back, and all the way to the head. He stroked again and again, slowly and methodically. My breathing quickened. Then, he grabbed my balls with his right hand. Hard. Squeezed harder than I had ever done.
"Ahh!" I whimpered, then breathing deep and hard. I kept my hands on my head. Phil pulled, rubbed, and squeezed my balls like he was rolling steel marbles in his hand. I trembled again, then started to shake and quiver.
Phil used his forefinger and thumb to rub the loose folds of skin behind my balls, working his way deep in-between my legs. At first, the rubbing and squeezing was hard and rough. Then, lighter and softer until his touch was like a whisper. I breathed in and out quickly. My eyes closed. Certainly I would go mad. Then, he stopped.
Slowly my eyes opened, and I looked into his. He recognized my pleading and hunger with a smile.
"Lay on the ground," he whispered.
I caught my breath. The buzzing in my ears stopped, and I could hear the birds and rustling of branches again.
"Yes, sir," I whispered back.
Phil smiled and stood over me as I went to the ground. The pine straw felt good on my ass. It felt relaxed being naked in the woods. I looked up. There was a blue afternoon sky above. It never looked so beautiful.
Phil sat next to me. He leaned over and slowly dribbled a long string of saliva on my dick. Then, he started to stroke me gently. More dribble. More stroking. He tightened his grip, followed by more slow stroking. Then, a final dribble.
I was already bucking wildly when he quickened and shortened his stroke. My cock head grew huge in his grip. I grunted like an animal, louder and faster with each new stroke. More. Faster. Tighter. Then he grabbed my balls hard and squeezed hard like before.
I screamed and moaned and whimpered. My cum shot high into the air. It took a couple of seconds for the cum to come back down. It hit my left shoulder. I glanced into that deep blue sky and then back down into Phil's eyes while breathing wildly.
Phil continued to stroke and squeeze as wave after wave of cum shot from me, falling to my belly, crotch, and legs. I whimpered and moaned uncontrollably. He let go of my balls. The stroking slowed and then stopped. His hand was covered in cum.
"Here," he smiled, extending his arm. "You like cum."
I leaned up and licked his hand clean, trying to keep my eyes locked with his. Then I sucked his fingers, one by one. Phil smiled.
"You're mine now, Danny," Phil said, still looking into my eyes. Do you like being mine?" he asked.
"Yes, sir." I whispered.
The world never felt more right than at that moment.