This is a story about gay teenagers who are discovering their sexuality. If sex between male teenagers is offensive to you, illegal for you to read or if you are underage then you should move on to something else.
The Smile is a work of pure fiction -- the characters and the events do not represent any person or situation. Copyright and all rights reserved. You may contact me by emailing HornyLittleDevil@playful.com
RYAN CLARK'S JOCK by The Horny Little Devil
It was Friday, a hot, far hotter than usual summers day, and the school had told us we could dress down accordingly. My dad had bought me a Chelsea Football Club (that's soccer) shirt for Chelsea, and for those of you who don't know, Chelsea is one of the finest football teams in the UK. The shirt was nice and thin so I decided to wear it to school. I had long ago discovered the delights of going commando, so I wore my thinnest pair of shorts and a pair of sandals and went off to school.
Ah ... I forgot one other thing I was wearing which is a bandage tightly wrapped around my left shoulder, which I had strained the previous week, so no gym for me today.
Gym was scheduled for the last two lessons of the day, eighty minutes of running, exercising and sweating, so I was fairly pleased that I would be giving it a miss in view of the extremely hot weather. I tried to get the gym master to let me out of school early, but he insisted that I sit downstairs in the changing rooms underneath the gym and do some studying.
Everything was fine while the others were changing for gym, after all I am gay and they are boys!!
When they went up to the gym, however, things got boring and you can only learn so much by reading something over and over, but imagine my surprise and delight when about fifteen minutes later the doors came crashing open and in walked Ryan Clark. Ryan was a good-looking lad with jet black hair and a great tan. He was around 5'8" tall and pretty nicely put together. He was uncut like most of the boys in the school, and uncut cocks fascinate me, always have!! All right, any cocks fascinate me, period. He also had a great tan with no tan lines, so I would have loved to find out where he must have managed to sunbathe nude, but alas I never did.
"What a fucking jerk, what a fucking stupid cunt!!"
"What's up, Ryan," I asked, "Who's a jerk?" (You'll notice I don't use the same language as Clark, not my style.)
"Who do you fucking think? Fucking Tricker," he said. Reg Tricker was our gym master. "Stupid bastard chucked me out of the gym cos he said I was fucking about and endangering the rest of the class'", the last phrase said mockingly. "I wouldn't complain if it was me, but it was that prat Robinson," he said.
He pulled off his gym shirt and shorts and threw them across the room, leaving only his jock strap. He gathered his outdoor clothes together and then lowered the final item of clothing to the floor. What I saw was absolute perfection and I couldn't help but gaze at it longingly. It was around four inches soft, and there looked to be plenty of loose skin, so the chances were that he was quite a grower. Needless to say, I was hard - and I mean H-A-R-D!
"I could do without you perving on me, Russell," he said, suddenly dragging me back to normality.
"I'm sorry, Ryan," I said, I wasn't really looking at you, I was just staring into nowhere."
"Yea, I believe you ... not," he said, picking up his jock and hurling it in my direction. I ducked and it went sailing over my head, "I'm gonna get some air," he said, then he grabbed his kit bag and walked out of the gym.
I was looking after him with lust in my heart when the doors opened again and David Sayers walked in, "Where's Clark?" he asked me. Now David Sayers is my ideal kind of boy. He's dark haired and doesn't aspire to the surfer look that so many of the guys try to emulate. I think the word that best describes him is `cute'.
"Hey, Russell, I asked you a question," he said.
"Ummm, sorry, Sayers," I said, trying to hide my hard-on which had begun to shrink when Clark left, but was very much on the way up again while I was looking at David's fine body, "What did you ask?" I muttered.
"I said where's Clark?" he repeated, angrily.
"He's really pissed off, and he's gone to get some air," I said, "why did you want him?"
"Tricker wanted him back in the gym. Billy Champion admitted that it was him who was fucking around and it wasn't Clark's fault."
"Too bad," I said as David went back up to the gym.
I sat down to read my book again but out of the corner of my eye I caught sight of the jock strap that Clark had hurled at me. I picked it up intending to hang it on his locker, but it was damp with his sweat and, although I've never done it before and would never have expected to do it, I raised it to my face and sniffed at it. Immediately I was hooked. The effect of the smell of teenage boy sex was immediate and addictive. I breathed out and the warmth of my breath intensified the scent of boy cock. I began to inhale and exhale which sent my brain into overload and I almost passed out. My cock was so hard that it hurt and my hands were shaking.
I looked at the clock and saw that there were forty-five minutes of the gym lesson to go, so I decided to throw caution to the winds. I lay down on the bench, placed the jock on my head with the crotch directly over my nose and began breathing deeply. My cock was throbbing and every time it did, the head rubbed against the cloth of my shorts causing the most incredible sensations. After a minute or so, I lowered my hand and began to stimulate myself through my shorts, and then lowered my shorts and kicked them off along with my sandals. I considered taking off my Chelsea shirt, but this would have been very painful with my shoulder the way it was, so I lay there with the jock over my face, my Chelsea shirt covering my upper half, but naked from the waist down. The effect of Clark's jock on my brain was something I have never experienced before. It was almost as if I had been drugged, and I was certainly giving no thought to what might happen if anybody discovered what I was up to.
The more I breathed into the jock, the stronger the smell seemed to be and the greater the effect it was having on me. I knew that I wouldn't be able to last much longer, and when I looked down at my cock, the head was shining and I was leaking precum with a vengeance. I closed my eyes as I could feel my orgasm approaching, and it seemed to start at the tips of my toes, which I was clenching and unclenching with regularity. As I got closer and closer to orgasm, so it seemed that my lower legs were being affected and began to shake uncontrollably. By the time the feeling had reached my thighs, I was moaning and lifting my butt off the bench and was totally unaware of anything that was going on around me – and even forgot totally where I was. Suddenly I could hold out no longer and felt the first rope of cum shoot from my cock as lights flashed and I cried out with ecstasy. A second spasm shook me and then as a third rope of cum left my cock more lights flashed. A few more minor tremors followed and then I collapsed, lifeless, on to the bench, my hand and stomach covered with my boyjuice I was brought back to earth suddenly by the sound of somebody clearing their throat. My eyes flew open and I was staring into the face of Ryan Clark, who was looking down at me with a huge grin on his face and a digital camera in his hand. So that's what the flashing lights had been!!
"I knew you had to be gay," he said, "I knew it by the way you were looking at me."
"You've got it wrong," I said, "just because I was jacking off doesn't mean I'm gay."
"Then what's with my jock strap draped all over your face then?" he asked.
"Shit," I said, I had totally forgotten that I had his jock on my face, even though it was interfering with my vision. "Look here, Clark," I began, "Please, please, please don't spread this around. Only you and me know about it. I'll do anything, and I mean ANYTHING if you don't spread this around."
"Anything?" he asked.
"Anything," I nodded.
He thought for a minute, looked all around, then looked at the clock and said, "How about a blow job? You obviously like the smell of my cock, and I could surely do with some relief."
"OK," I agreed, far from reluctantly.
"Well, we've still got twenty minutes before the bell goes, so how about here and now?" He asked,
I started to clean myself up and took his jock strap off my face, then picked up my shorts.
"Oh no," he said, "You leave them off until after I've shot my load. That way if you don't get me off by the time gym finishes you'll still be half naked when the others come down."
"But they'll see me giving you a blow job, and that won't look very good for you, will it?" I argued as Clark unzipped his flies and pulled down his trousers and underpants to reveal his beautiful soft cock.
"I'll just tell them that you're gay, and you offered, and I'm taking advantage of what's on offer," He replied.
I wasn't going to argue any further as I could already smell the same scent I had smelt on his jock strap, and couldn't wait to get the real thing in my mouth, so I knelt in front of him, my own cock hardening up again and took his soft member in my eager mouth. I slipped my tongue between his foreskin and his glans and he quickly began to stiffen up. As I pressed into him, I couldn't help inhaling that wonderful aroma of his boyhood as his head hit the back of my throat. My earlier idea had been right. He certainly was a grower, and was a little over six inches hard and quite thick too. I reached around him and pulled him closer to me, and I could tell that he was enjoying it as he was moaning and whispering. "Yesss, yesss, yessssss," with increasing regularity.
I think he was enjoying himself almost as much as I was when he tried to pull out of my mouth, but I was equally determined to keep him in there. "Gonna Cum." He managed to grunt as he made another effort to pull out, and then I felt the first spurt of his boyjuice into my throat. I pulled off a little way so that I could taste the rest of his offering properly as it flowed on to my tongue. God, did that taste wonderful, and I thought his smell was great, his taste was fantastic. I looked up with lust in my eyes, but all that I could see in his was contempt. He took his softening cock from my mouth and shook it vigorously, the remnants of his cum splattering over my face.
"Ryan, I just want to say thanks for not spreading this around, I don't think I could live with myself if the whole school found out about it." I said with feeling.
"Oh, I'm still going to spread this all around the school," he said, "and stop calling me Ryan, you're no friend of mine" he added.
"But ... but ... but you said that if I gave you a blow job ... ... ..."
"No, I didn't say anything of the kind. You offered to do anything for me, and being the faggot that you are, I let you give me a blowjob. No, I'm going home now to download these pictures and by Monday I'll have them printed out to go all around the school." He said as he picked up his kit bag. "Here, you can keep this as a memento," he said as he threw his jock strap at me and walked out.
I sat there absolutely dumbstruck. Sure I had enjoyed giving Ryan Clark a blowjob, but I had expected his silence in return, but now it seemed that my picture would be all around the school on Monday.
I looked down and saw that my precum had puddled on the changing room floor and I was just cleaning it up with Clark's jock strap when I was brought back to my senses by the sound of around thirty pairs of bare feet thundering down the staircase from the gym. I just about managed to get my shorts on in time before the boys came hurtling through the door. I slipped my feet into my sandals and left the building in the hopes that I might be able to find Clark and plead my case some more, but there was no sign of him. I trudged home, my shoulder and my heart aching.
I spent a terrible weekend, sleeping little and when I did sleep I had nightmares. My parents weren't around much and I had no real friends. I didn't want to show my face around the local area in case Clark had already started showing the pictures around.
Monday morning eventually came and dawned pretty much the same way I was feeling, dull and miserable. I trudged my way to school and into the classroom (I was the first to arrive) and opened my desk to put my books away, and there it was. A full page print of myself, flat on my back with Clark's jock strap over my face, my hand on my rock-hard cock, my toes curled, and a rope of cum shooting into the air. Strangely enough, my first thought was that it was a very, very sexy picture and against all odds, my cock began to harden in my pants. I looked at the picture again and realised that had it not been for the Chelsea Soccer shirt, I might have argued that it wasn't me, but as I had been the only person wearing a Chelsea shirt to school, I was well and truly sunk, quite how deep I soon realised as one by one my classmates came into the room, and as each opened their desk they found a pocket-sized copy of the same picture.
Of course, the comments came thick and fast and at first I tried to claim it wasn't me, then I tried to tell them that things weren't as they seemed and then, stupidly, I tried to say it was an innocent mistake, though how I expected anybody to believe this I don't know. I managed to survive the day, even though the word soon spread from class to class and photos were shown all around the school. Last class was Ancient History with Mr Lawrence. He had always been a favourite of mine as I he treated me as an equal because he knew of my fascination with his subject. It probably helped that I was interested in his favourite subject. I had been accused of being teacher's pet on a number of occasions, but I had never let that worry me. As the final bell of the day sounded and we were dismissed, Mr Lawrence beckoned me to him and I waited while he busied himself tidying his desk until the last of my classmates had left.
"Bad day?" he asked. I nodded with tears in my eyes, mainly tears of relief that the day was over. Something to do with this?" he asked producing a full-page copy of THE picture.
"Oh, shit – sorry sir, how did you get hold of that?"
"It was tucked inside my register when I came in this morning. I assume it was because somebody knew that we got along well together, and as far as I know, no other teachers have received a copy of it, although I have seen some smaller copies doing the rounds. Do you want to tell me about it?"
I told Mr Lawrence exactly what had happened, leaving out nothing. I don't know why, but I felt that I could trust him. When I had finished, he put his arm around my shoulders and said, "Jeremy ... it is Jeremy, isn't it?" (teachers usually called us by our surnames) I nodded, "Well, Jeremy, I think it was very unfair of Ryan Clark to do this to you, especially as you had said that you would do anything to stop him and had already given him a bl ... well, let's say that you complied with his request, but I'm very much afraid that life is not fair, Jeremy, especially if you happen to be gay. You are gay, aren't you? Please understand, Jeremy, I'm not asking this as a teacher but as, I hope, a friend."
"Yea, I'm gay, Mr Lawrence," I said, my voice trembling.
"Listen, Jeremy, there's nothing wrong with being gay, nothing whatsoever, and you will have enough to put up with in this life without this sort of thing happening to you. You're going to have the hardest possible job getting out of this unscathed, but I promise you that I'll do everything I can to help you and I'll always be here if you need someone to talk to. I'll give things some thought overnight, but at the moment I think the only think you can do is to out yourself and to actually tell everyone what has happened. That way it will all be over and done with pretty quickly and Clark will be seen for the bastard, pardon my language, that he is. Do your parents know that you're gay?"
"Yes, sir, I've told them that I'm gay and they're okay with it, but I think they still hope it's a phase that I'm going through." I told him.
"Do you think that they can be of any help with this?" He asked.
"To tell the truth, sir, my parents are rarely at home, mum is a consultant surgeon and works all hours and dad is a high-powered businessman and flies all over the world, so I'm pretty much left to my own devices."
"Well, that's a real shame, Jeremy. In that case give it some thought overnight as I will, and we'll see what we can come up with. Just remember I'm here if you need any help." He gave my shoulder a squeeze and stood up so I packed up my bags and left.
When I got home the house was empty as usual so I went to my computer and dealt with my email then sat and thought about how I would deal with my situation. I knew that Mr Lawrence was right and that I would have to come out. In fact, I thought it would not be much of a surprise to most people after looking at the photograph, but I wondered how best to handle it and at the same time let everybody know what Ryan Clark had done. To get things straight in my own mind I decided to write down exactly what had happened.
It was then that it occurred to me that if everybody could see what I had just written, they would see what sort of guy Ryan Clark was, and even though I would be finally outing myself I might get some sympathy from my classmates when they found out what had really happened.
I went to bed at around 10 o'clock, just after my parents got home, and slept soundly having established the bones of what I was going to do. When I woke at seven o'clock after an uninterrupted and dreamless sleep, I went straight to my computer and ran off enough copies of what I had written for the entire class, plus a few spares. I was at school bright and early and made sure that when each of my classmates opened their desks, they would find a piece of paper that read as follows:
Dear Classmates
Yesterday you were given a photograph of me which I would rather you had not seen. I cannot deny that it was me, although I tried to do so yesterday and I also tried to say that it was an innocent mistake. None of this was true. The truth is that Ryan Clark stormed out of the gym on Friday after being unjustly accused of messing around in the lesson. He dressed and left the building, leaving his jock strap behind. Stupidly I picked it up and, being gay, I could not resist sniffing it, much as you straight guys might sniff a girl's knickers. Then I got carried away and began masturbating, during which Ryan Clark returned to the gym and caught me in the act, the result being the photograph that you saw yesterday. I begged Ryan not to show the photograph around, telling him that I would do anything to prevent it. As a result, Ryan suggested that I perform oral sex on him, which I did there and then. Afterwards I thanked him for not exposing me, to which he replied that he had not agreed to keep quiet about my homosexuality or what he had caught me doing.
I just wanted to take this opportunity to put the full story in front of you, so that you can see what sort of person Ryan Clark really is. He will probably deny that this is what happened, but please ask yourself, what reason would I have to lie?
I know that my being gay will set me apart from the rest of you, but I am what I am, and I promise that I will keep my sexuality to myself (unless, of course, you would like me to do otherwise).
All I ask is your understanding.
Your classmate,
Jeremy Russell
I went to Mr Lawrence's classroom and slipped a copy inside his register, then I returned to my classroom and sat at my desk and waited until my classmates came in and, one by one, they read my letter. Several of them looked daggers at me, but some of them looked at me and smiled, then one of them came over and asked me if what I had written was true and I promised so that everybody could hear that every word was true.
Eventually Ryan Clark came in and as he walked to his desk everybody stared at him. He looked around and demanded, "What's the matter? What's up?" Nobody said a word.
Ryan opened his desk and picked up the piece of paper he found in there and read it through, getting redder and redder as he did so. When he got to the end, he stood and walked towards me saying, "I'll get you for this, Russell," raising his fists.
"Leave him alone, Clark" came a commanding voice from the corner of the classroom. The voice belonged to Aaron Smith, the biggest boy in our year and the school boxing champion. "Lay one finger on Russell and you'll have me to answer to."
"But he's a queer, you read it for yourself."
"Yea, and he says he won't force his sexuality on any of us, he'll keep himself to himself. Now let's talk about you, Clark, you let a guy blow you, so you could equally be tarred with the same brush, and we could also conclude that you're as queer - and I'm sorry to use that word, Jeremy - as queer as him."
Clark made as if to punch Smith, but Smith just said, "I'd think twice before you do that, Clark, remember who I am." Clark backed down and looked crestfallen that he could neither win the argument nor could he take his anger out on either Smith or me.
"Let's get this straight here and now," Clark said, "I am not a queer and I only let Russell blow me because he offered."
"Yea, we'll get it straight," said Smith, "Jeremy didn't offer you a blowjob, he said he's do anything to stop you from outing him. It was YOU who suggested the blowjob. Let's get something else straight, and this goes for anybody in this school so you can put the word around. Anybody who messes with Jeremy messes with me."
"And with me," said a voice from the doorway. When I turned around, there was Mr Lawrence smiling at us. "Jeremy may be gay, but today he proved that he's a very brave young man by coming out to all of us. I just hope that you'll treat him with the respect that he deserves. Clark, as for you, you should be ashamed of yourself. You've treated Jeremy shabbily and I think an apology is in order, and if you haven't got the grace to apologise you'll just prove to your peers that you really are the idiot you've already proved yourself to be."
No apology was forthcoming from Clark, he just hung his head and walked from the room with everybody glaring at him.
From that moment on, people's attitude towards me changed completely. Whilst I wasn't swamped with friends, my classmates at least spoke to me, and one or two of them even talked to me about my homosexuality. Of course, one or two of them from time to time reminded me of `the gym episode' as it came to be known, but I didn't really mind, and it was not done with malice. In fact, I quite enjoyed the notoriety once I knew that everybody that counted was on my side.
Ryan Clark? Well, he totally ignored me from then on, and I wouldn't have it any other way. He lost all his friends, his grades suffered and eventually his parents took him out of school and moved him elsewhere.
Aaron Smith and I became great friends, although he is 100% straight, and Mr Lawrence has been as good as his word and always been there for me and has given me lots of great advice. I suspect that he might be gay too, but I wouldn't dream of asking him.
Oh yes, one other thing. In case you're wondering the answer is yes, I still have the jockstrap to this day and it still smells of Clark with the heat of my breath, and yes, I still jack off with it draped over my face. But now I make damned sure that I'll be undiscovered!!!
The Horny Little Devil Middlesex, England.