This is a story about two teenagers having sex. If it's not your cup of tea or if you're under 18, go somewhere else, dude. Remember -- fantasy can be better than real life, but let real life happen, and you might be surprised.
Sebastian Stevenson was sitting in the library of his high school, studying up for a test in American history that was going to be given the next day. Sebastian was a few weeks short of his 16th birthday, a popular kid at school who served as the sophomore class president, was a star on the school's tennis team, held an almost straight-A average (his bane was sophomore chemistry), and pretty much had a nice word for everyone and anyone. Sebastian was 5'6 and growing about an inch a day, or so his exasperated parents said each time they had to go to the store to buy a new pair of pants. He was blond, with green eyes and the slim, muscular body of a boy who played tennis for three hours every afternoon and was already ranked in his age group in the state, and he spent a good amount of time with the weights, as well. It was nearly 5:30 PM, and it was getting dark outside. It was snowing, and the part of Sebastian's mind which was not concentrated on the Kansas-Missouri compromise was looking forward to the Christmas holidays, which were due to begin in two weeks' time.
The table at which Sebastian was sitting was in a corner of the library, flush up against the window, which allowed him to look out at the swirling snowflakes from time to time. He was so lost in what he was doing that he saw nothing around him, and that's why it was such a big surprise when all of a sudden a hand touched the front of his jeans. Sebastian almost jumped out of his skin and almost yelled out, but it was the library, and Mrs. Bobay, the chief librarian, was a fierce dragon who would slay him alive if he made any noise. So instead Sebastian whispered, "Who's down there? What are you doing?" Whoever it was had obviously crawled under the table while Sebastian wasn't paying attention, and that person was now massaging the front of his pants and, somewhat to his surprise, making his penis rise to a salute quicker than it had ever done before. Sebastian was a good boy in every sense of the word, and his sexual explorations were strictly limited to masturbation every other night in his bed, the towel that he used to wipe off the cum from his stomach and chest always hidden deep below his mattress where, he hoped, his mother would never find it. Sebastian did his own laundry as part of his chores, and the towel was washed on a weekly basis. Sebastian had never touched anyone in a sexual way, and no one had ever touched him. He was just too busy with school, tennis, weight-lifting, chores at home, homework, Boy Scouts -- all of the stuff that keeps a hale American teenager busy. Sebastian knew that some of his classmates had girlfriends and had an inkling that some of them had boyfriends, but he didn't have time to think about anything like that. There would always be time later. But now there was someone underneath the desk, and that someone was making him horny.
"Who are you?", he whispered again. The voice that came back was definitely that of a boy. "Shh," he whispered. "Just sit back and relax. Pretend like you're reading." The boy's fingers were already unbuttoning Sebastian's jeans and reaching inside to rub the surface of his jockstrap, underneath which the teenager's six-inch penis was rock hard. Sebastian looked around nervously, half thinking that he should just jump up and get the hell out of there before someone came and saw what was going on, but the hand rubbing his cock through the rough cloth of the jock was making him feel good in a way that he had never experienced before or even expected. So he just sat there, staring down at his history book, not really seeing the words or the paragraphs, and a little piece of him thinking that the boy under the table should just hurry up and do whatever he wanted to do, because the test was tomorrow, and Sebastian wasn't finished studying.
Under the table, the boy was fumbling with Sebastian's belt. He finally got it open and whispered "Raise your butt." Sebastian did as he was told, and he felt his jeans being pulled down until they were bunched around his ankles. He jumped again when what was obviously a mouth landed on his jockstrap and started licking and gently biting the penis that was sheathed therein. This was something that felt better than anything that Sebastian had ever felt before, and the excitement of sitting there in the high school library, trying to act as cool as a cucumber, gave him an additional frisson of enjoyment, he had to admit. He looked around again, but nobody else was there. He could hear Mrs. Bobay on the other side of the library, way beyond the stacks of books, clicking away on her computer.
The boy under the table now used his fingers to raise one side of Sebastian's jockstrap and pulled his engorged penis out. The next second, Sebastian gave an involuntary sigh of pleasure, because his dick was suddenly engulfed in a warm, wet mouth. He could feel the boy's tongue circling around his cockhead. He was holding Sebastian's shaft in his hand and licking and suckling on the swollen tip. Sebastian found that he could happily sit there for the next couple of hours if the good feeling just kept on going. Then, suddenly, he heard a voice behind him, and this time he really did jump. Before he knew what was happening, the boy under the table yanked on the legs of his chair and pulled him forward so that his stomach was firm against the edge of the table. He was no longer suckling on Sebastian's cockhead, but he still had his penis in his warm hand.
The voice that had greeted him was that of Eric Weatherby, a good friend and fellow tennis player. Eric came over and sat down on the table next to Sebastian, his legs swinging. If he noticed that his friend was all scrunched up against the table, he didn't say anything, and under the table, after a small pause, the mouth went back to work. Sebastian could feel sweat running down from his underarms like he was in the third round of a fierce tennis match, and he hoped that he didn't look as flushed as he felt. Eric was going on about the tennis tournament in which he and Sebastian were playing doubles that weekend. Sebastian made all the necessary, if slightly impatient "uh-uhs" and "OKs" that were necessary to keep up his end of the conversation. Under the table, the boy was squeezing his penis hard and suckling on his cockhead in a manner that was almost making him crazy, and he was tickling Sebastian's balls with the tips of his fingers, which made Sebastian want to howl. Finally, Eric said, "Well, I guess you need to finish your studying, so I'm gonna head on home." Sebastian gave him a crooked smile and said, "It'll just be a little bit before I finish up here. I'll call you later, OK?" Eric hopped off the table and was gone.
Underneath him, Sebastian heard another whisper: "You didn't lose your boner for a second, dude. That's awesome." And then the mouth was on Sebastian's penis again, and Sebastian knew that it wasn't going to be long before he was going to have what was shaping up to be the best orgasm of his life. He looked around one more time and then just sat back and enjoyed the ride. The boy was alternating between taking Sebastian's penis all the way into his mouth, his nose bumping up against his pubic hair, and slowly and firmly licking all the way from the top of Sebastian's butthole, across his hanging balls, and all the way up the shaft. A couple of times over the next five or 10 minutes, Sebastian was on the edge of cumming, but the boy seemed to know, and each time he let up for just a few seconds. Sebastian just sat there, getting and enjoying the first blowjob of his 15 years. Whoever it was down there, he was making Sebastian feel sexy and hot and totally awesome. He'd never had time to think about sex or who he'd like to have sex with. He supposed that when he was masturbating in bed, some of his tennis teammates were the ones who populated his mind, but he put that down to the fact that they were the only ones he ever saw naked (Eric Weatherby, come to think of it, had a nice big cock circled with the same bright red hair he had on his head).
Finally, the boy under the table grabbed the shaft of Sebastian's raging dick and started to masturbate the shaft while sucking and licking on the cockhead and hefting Sebastian's heavy balls in his other hand. Sebastian felt the orgasm starting somewhere down in his toenails, and then it was spreading, and then it was absolutely all that he could do to keep from shouting out loud as it blasted through his whole body. He felt that his cum was splashing and spraying into the boy's mouth, and he thought that he would never stop cumming, it was so totally awesome. But eventually, of course, his balls were empty. The boy under the table licked his dick clean and neatly tucked it back into the jockstrap. Sebastian found that he was disappointed that it was over. But the boy under the table whispered, "I'm gonna come out now. Please don't look. Nobody knows I like doing that." So Sebastian turned his head toward the wall and heard the boy crawling out from under the table. He kept his head facing away until the very last moment, when he peeked and saw, disappearing around the corner, the back of a dark-haired boy who was wearing jeans and gym shoes and a high school varsity track jacket. There were 850 students in Sebastian's school, and he didn't know all of them, particularly not juniors and seniors, so the boy who had just given him his first blowjob and made him feel spectacular remained anonymous. Sebastian reached under the table to button up his jeans and buckle his belt. He spent another half hour reading his history book, and when he knew that he had the subject matter down pat, he put the book back into his backpack, shrugged on his own junior varsity tennis jacket, and left the library to fetch his coat from his locker. It was only when he got home that he found the note in his jeans pocket: "If you want some more, I'll give it to you. It's just that it'll be when you don't expect it." Sebastian felt his heart pound a little bit harder, and this time he knew he was flushed. He looked around his bedroom as if the boy was going to come climbing out the closet. And then he grinned to himself, sat down on his bed, and unbuttoned his jeans again. This time he knew who he was going to think about while he masturbated. It took two minutes and 42 seconds. The first spurt smacked Sebastian on the chin, and the others got his T-shirt all messed up. He didn't care.