(finally) here is chapter 2, it's a long one! In this chapter, Dylan meets a new freshman friend, Clayton. The two will soon become quite close as Dylan teaches Clayton a lesson :) Don't worry, Nico hasn't gone anywhere, he will be back very soon!
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Chapter 2 - Meeting Clayton
Dylan's POV
The next class I had was Chemistry. Unfortunately, Nico wasn't in that class. After walking in, I found out it was only for freshman students. I looked around for a spot to sit, my eyes wandering as I glazed over the cutest guys. There were rows of lab counters, enough for 4 per table. I was looking for someone cute and alone so I could get to know them better- I didn't want to third-wheel a group of friends, or even worse, a couple.
Then I noticed someone. It was a cute boy who looked a lot like myself, towards the side of the class. The lab table was empty except for him, and he looked like he was scrolling on his phone. Though he was sitting down, I could tell he was shorter than I was, his growth almost stunted. His messy, nearly spiky blonde hair covered his eyes and he looked... shy.
He was so cute I had to talk to him, and I decided where I would sit. I walked over to him and sat next to him quietly, without him noticing. Class didn't start for another five minutes and I built up the courage to speak. Finally, I reached over and rested my hand on his back. He jumped and looked up at me, hair moving out of his eyes. I looked into them, seeing they were blue like mine but a brighter, more vibrant variant. His face had not a hint of facial hair or acne. I wanted to caress it so bad but there was no way I would gain the courage.
"I'm Dylan," I said excitedly, introducing myself. "Sorry to scare you, I just saw you over here alone and figured you'd like some company."
"Haha it's okay," he assured. "My name's Clayton. It's my first day, I don't know anybody," he told me.
"Well you do now," I said with a wink. "It's my first day too. I met another guy in my first class but you're my number two!"
"Oh cool. Nobody talked to me last class," Clayton informed me. "You're my number one." My heart fluttered at that comment, despite the innocent context. His voice was soft and higher pitched, puberty only starting to take hold.
I continued conversing with Clayton, eager to know everything about him. I learned he was my age at 14, but about 6 months younger than myself. I learned that he was an only child and that his parents were really strict. He even got teased about how young he looked and acted in middle school, and I could tell this conversation was the first one he'd had in a while.
Putting my huge crush on him aside, I actually felt bad for him. I felt like nobody gave him a chance, and he was teased for stuff he couldn't control. I wanted to get to know him better and become his friend so that someone could give him a chance.
"I'm sorry to hear you haven't had friends in the past," I said to him, trying to speak from the heart with the few minutes remaining before class time. "Nobody gave you a chance and I want to change that, do you want to be friends?" I asked Clayton. His face lit up and he smiled warmly at me, with such a beautiful smile I could feel my cock begin to stiffen. Not again!
"Dylan, I- thank you yes!" he answered excitedly. Then to my surprise, he got up from his chair and hugged me. I was thankful nobody noticed, they were too engaged in conversations of their own. I pulled him close into me and held his small frame for a moment, the incident instantly getting me hard. I released him, worried he would notice.
"What social media do you use?" I asked him. "If we're friends, I want to text you outside of class."
"Well uh, my parents won't let me use any," he told me. "But I kinda found a way around that. My phone can hide apps, so I secretly have a Discord," he said. I grinned at him.
"They should have known their kid is too smart," I said to him with a genuine smile. "What's your username?"
We exchanged information before class started. As the teacher droned on about what to expect for the semester, safety, and other boring stuff, I lost focus. I noticed my cock was still semi-hard from the hug with Clayton, looking down I only saw a small bump. Thinking further about our physical contact and his warm, lithe body, it hardened more. Soon I was sporting a full boner, and it was pretty damn visible in my shorts.
I glanced over at my new friend Clayton. He was focused on what the teacher was saying, luckily not looking in my direction. I remembered Nico's advice on hiding it in class- that sometimes touching it makes it worse, and it's less noticeable to leave it alone. I felt he was right, adjusting it would definitely make Clayton look in my direction.
Looking at cute Clayton with a focused look on his face, my boner was raging. This was not helping, I needed to get my mind off of him before I scared him off with my visible hardness. I turned my attention to the teacher hoping it would calm down. However, as she continued yapping, I couldn't stop thinking about the teen not a foot from me. I could hear his soft breath and the warmth radiating from his skin, my boner continuing to tent my shorts.
Suddenly, I heard his breathing stop abruptly. I looked at him and our eyes locked, he had a shocked look on his face. He glanced down at my bulge, then back to my eyes. I opened my mouth to speak, but he held his finger up to his lips to tell me not to. He reached for his phone, texting furiously. Not knowing what to do, I turned myself away from him. Seconds later, my phone buzzed in my pocket and I saw a Discord message from Clayton pop up.
"What are you doing??" He sent. "Bro that looks huge," he commented. My face turned flush. I glanced in his direction, he was indulged in his phone as he texted me. I turned back to face the teacher with him beside me, giving him a view of my boner again. This was somehow turning me on and making me extremely anxious at the same time.
"I get hard in class sometimes too," he sent me. I felt my cock throb and I finally decided I would adjust it in my pants rather than letting it be. I grabbed my shaft through my shorts, still in view of inquisitive Clayton, and gave it some more breathing room. After my antics with Nico earlier in the day, I was horny, and seeing this cute boy staring curiously at my erection was NOT helping. Finally, I decided to text him back.
"I'm sorry you had to notice, I don't know how to hide it," I told him. I glanced at him and our eyes made contact for just a moment. "I can move if I'm making you uncomfortable." We sat for a moment while I awaited his response. Glancing at him occasionally, his cheeks were flush. I could tell he was curious and I didn't think he was uncomfortable, I just wanted to know how he would respond.
"It's fine dude it happens to me," he responded. "Yours looks bigger though." My cock throbbed again at that last comment, and I felt some precum leaking from the tip. I glanced towards his lap and my mouth opened when I saw he had formed a small bump in his pants. I had to ask him if he was hard now, so I did.
"Uh maybe," he messaged back. I saw him smirk out of the corner of my eye. He was blushing. He had this nervous yet curious energy, and although my heart was beating fast I was much more confident than him, probably hornier too.
I also was wondering why he was hard. Was he gay or straight? I just met the kid and he seemed pretty inexperienced, but he seemed pretty open with what was blatantly going on during class. He seemed to be enjoying the show, and I certainly had no problem with that!
"Do you jack off?" I texted him, wanting to learn more about him.
"No, what's that?" He shot back. I smirked.
"It's when you play with it, like touch it and stuff until you cum," I informed him. "I learned about it a couple of months ago from my brother, he explained it to me."
"I like to touch it sometimes," he texted. "I don't have any older siblings and I've never had a girlfriend like some of my middle school classmates did so I've never had sex." Wow, I thought. Clayton really didn't know much about this stuff! The idea of telling him and corrupting his ignorance turned me on. I thought about showing him but I was really nervous I'd scare him away.
"Have you ever cum?" I asked him.
"I don't know what that is," he responded.
"Have you ever woken up with your underwear wet?" I inquired, remembering it happening to me before I knew what jerking off was. He thought for a moment before responding.
"Yeah actually, a couple times, I thought it was weird because it didn't smell like I peed myself, and it was kinda sticky." I was surprised he didn't even know what cum was, my middle school had sex-ed where we learned about biology and reproduction. Clayton must not have had it at his school, or if he did, maybe he didn't know that "semen" was "cum".
The thought of Clayton innocently waking up to cum in his pants was not helping my boner. It was getting sore and I could feel my balls were full. I needed release. My mind was filled with dirty thoughts and ideas related to Clayton. I stared at him as he stared at his phone, waiting for a response. He looked up at me and our eyes met once again, and I smiled at him. He stared at me for a few moments as he was deep in thought, his eyes squinted. He went back to his phone.
"My dick is so hard and I don't know why," he messaged. I looked at his pants, and sure enough, the bump was still there. It seemed proportionate to his small, thin body, but his dick still seemed quite a bit smaller than mine. "I noticed you're still hard, what are you thinking about?" he asked.
Obviously not wanting to tell him the truth (it was him), I thought of another answer. "I don't know either," I lied. "Sometimes it just comes out of nowhere but it feels really good."
"It happens a lot to me," he admitted. "It gets hard multiple times every class and I can't figure out how to get rid of it."
"I get it a lot too," I assured him. "It's normal, but I just found out how to get rid of it," I told him. Clayton looked up at me from his phone, and I winked at him.
"How? Please tell me!" he exclaimed.
"You gotta jack off," I told him. "If you don't know what that is, you're missing out." At this point I was teasing him, wanting him to beg me to share my secret. The idea of teaching him got me so hard that I was worried I would cum hands-free right then and there.
"If you don't tell me ima Google it," he sent. I didn't want Google to spoil the secret and I quickly formulated a plan to show him what he was missing out on. I wanted not to just tell him, but to show him, but the idea of that got me anxious. What if he was straight and not okay with seeing my dick? What if I scared him off? What if he told his parents or classmates, and outed me to everyone?
"Please Dylan, I gotta know how to get rid of it," he begged, sending the pouty face emoji. This is what I wanted.
"I could tell you but it's better if I show you ;)" I told him, testing the waters. "Meet me at lunch outside."
"Ok," is all he said. That's all I needed. I was going to find somewhere to show him my favorite activity right after class. Looking at the time, the next period was in 5 minutes, and then lunchtime. I felt my phone vibrate a few times as he sent more, but I decided to ignore him to not seem desperate. Teasing him was fun! Instead of responding, I adjusted my bulge quite obviously as he stared.
We focused our attention back on the teacher, finishing up the boring first-day lesson. All I could think about was Clayton next to me, and as my cock visibly throbbed, I imagined what he would look like with less clothes on. After what felt like forever, the bell rang and we were released from Chemistry prison.
I flipped my cock into my waistband before the two of us walked out of class. I grabbed his shirt, pulling him aside. We were inches apart in the halls, and I spoke quietly to him.
"This is our secret," I commanded. "Nobody can know what I'm gonna show you." Not waiting for a response, I put my hand around his small waist, feeling him briefly before anyone noticed him. "I'll see you at lunch, Clayton!"
Releasing him from my touch, I swiftly walked away, heading straight for the restrooms. I needed release from my aching cock and there was no way I could wait until lunch. I made my way to a urinal and checked if anyone was around before releasing my member from its cage.
My diamond-hard 4-inch dick sprung out of my underwear pointing straight into the urinal. I grabbed it with my hand and furiously stroked it, moaning softly. I thought back to Nico, how I had seen another dick for the first time in this same spot. I thought about how the older boy was more experienced than me, and how he taught me some new things. My mind wandered to cute, young Clayton, and how innocent and inexperienced he was. I wanted to teach him like Nico did to me. I thought about what was going to happen during lunch, and I wondered just how far he would be willing to explore with me. It took not even 30 seconds of thinking about both cute boys before I could feel myself about to cum. Not caring who else was in the restroom I groaned somewhat loudly, and sure enough, I came.
Jets of pent-up cum splashed against the back of the urinal, rocketing out the tip of my cock and spurting into the same urinal Nico and I were at earlier. Several shots later my erection finally died down, and I tucked my tiny limp penis into my undies. I ran out of the bathroom before anyone noticed, trying to find my next class.
My next class, Spanish, went by painfully slow. All I could think about was Clayton and what would happen during lunch. The class had desks so there wasn't anyone I sat next to, and I went the entire class without speaking a word. Although turned on, my cock remained soft as it recovered from my intense masturbation session.
Looking around the class, there were several cute guys, but all I could see were the backs of their heads. As the class went on and I continued thinking and planning my lesson with Clayton, my cock began to stiffen off and on. I got a surprise buzz from my phone and it was Clayton, asking where we should meet. We arranged a spot- I couldn't contain my excitement as my mind fell back into fantasy land.
I snapped back to reality when the bell rang, not having paid any attention to the teacher. It was finally lunchtime! I wasn't hungry for food, but I was hungry for Clayton. I made a beeline to our meeting spot out in the courtyard, where more and more students flooded the school grounds, enjoying a break from first-day classes.
I sat there waiting for Clayton, and finally, he appeared. He smiled at me and I smiled back. "How you doin?" I asked him. "How was your class?"
"Good," he responded submissively. I could tell he was extremely nervous, not as confident and curious as he was earlier in class. "I had English."
"Oh nice," I said. I detected he was a bit off, and I hoped he was just nervous and wouldn't back out. I decided to ask him. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm a little nervous," he admitted. "I've never talked about my penis getting hard with anyone."
"I get it," I assured him. "It'll be worth it though." I got up and stood next to him, leaning in towards his ear. "What I'm gonna show you feels really good and will help get rid of it when it gets hard, I just learned about it and I do it all the time now," I spoke softly so nobody else in the busy courtyard could hear. "Follow me," I told him, heading out to the field.
Being new to the school, I didn't know where we could go privately. But I did look on my phone during Spanish, and about 2 blocks away there was a creek with several bridges and foliage. I hoped it would be secluded enough. "We're ditching campus," I revealed.
"On the first day?" He exclaimed.
"Trust me," I told him. I went to the back corner of the high school's property, Clayton right behind me, where there was a gap between the fence and a bush. We squeezed through fairly easily, both of us being quite thin. We walked away from the school, hidden by trees, and I guided him to the spot. During the short walk, we talked back and forth, learning more about each other and our past. It didn't take long for us to arrive at the creek.
"Where are we Dylan?" he asked.
"I dunno," I admitted confidently. "Somewhere private, nobody else needs to know the secret I'm showing you," I said, smirking at him. I was trying to build curiosity as I could see he was getting more nervous.
"Let's go," I told Clayton. We headed down into the creekbed, a small hidden path leading below the bridge. Pushing past a few trees and large bushes, I was delighted to see just how secluded the spot was. Next to the water was a small beach of packed mud, with several flat rocks. Hidden from the neighborhoods around with bushes and the bridge itself, all we could see was the water and lush bushes on the other side of the moderately sized creek.
"This is such a cool spot!" I said excitedly. "Look Clayton, nobody will find us down here, and we can even sit comfortably on these rocks!" His eyes were averted and he didn't respond, and I could tell something was off.
"Clayton, are you alright? How are you feeling?" I asked with concern.
"I- I don't know," he said shakily.
"You can talk to me man," I assured him. I put a hand on his shoulder. "Do you still want me to show you?" I asked him reluctantly.
"Yes. I think. I don't-" he took a deep breath. After a moment, he looked at me and began speaking quickly, spitting it out. "Sorry. I'm nervous. I've never talked about or done anything like this before. Are you gonna see my junk? Nobody's ever seen it and I've never seen anyone else's."
I paused, deciding how to handle this. Hand still on his shoulder, I pulled him into me, hugging him. I held his small frame against mine once again, caressing him. He responded, giving into my hug. I could tell he trusted me but was just nervous and inexperienced.
"Look Clayton, I'm only gonna show you if you want me to. If you ever want me to stop I will. But really... It's no big deal what we're doing," I assured him, doing everything I could to stop him from backing out. "We're both dudes, seeing each other's cocks doesn't matter. I just want to show you what I learned. Trust me." I was getting turned on, especially with his warm body against mine. I needed him to say yes. I needed him. He pulled away a short moment later, his expression having lightened.
"As long as you promise not to laugh, I'm worried you'll think it's small," he answered, "I guess that's okay." This was what I wanted- he had submitted. This was really happening!
"I promise," I assured. "Plus why would I care if it is small? I know we're both 14, but you're 6 months younger than me, it's normal. Mine probably isn't much bigger."
"You're nice," he commented. It made me smile, and his own smile followed. "I trust you, Dylan. What do I do?" he asked. The idea of what would happen next got me so excited, but I tried not to show it. He didn't need to know I was gay and turned on; as far as he was concerned, we were just friends exploring together. I was fine with it!
"Let's sit down," I beckoned. We sat next to each other on a rock, slightly facing one another. Our knees made contact, sparks flying. I was almost fully hard at this point, and it took seconds for me to become full mast. Looking down at Clayton's lap, he didn't appear hard. "We can do the hard part first," I suggested. "Pull your pants down, then your undies, get it over with," I told him, in disbelief at my ability to command such a thing so smoothly.
He didn't push back and stood up in front of me, pulling his shorts down to reveal his tight briefs. After a moment of hesitation, he then pulled those down to his knees and his flaccid cock became visible, not a foot from my face. My eyes were wide and I stared at it, cock raging in my shorts. I wanted to taste it so bad, but knew that wouldn't go over well.
As he had described, it really was quite tiny, mainly because he was soft. He was a grower like myself, and he didn't seem even a little bit hard. It looked an inch and a half maximum, just a bit smaller than mine when I was soft. His shirt was covering his pubic area, I couldn't tell how much hair he had there. His balls did seem larger than mine though, although they hadn't really dropped, they looked quite plump and full. "You know the first step," I told him. "You know how to get hard, right?"
"N-no," he admitted. "It usually just comes out of nowhere."
"Ok then," I said. "Lesson one, how to get hard. There are two ways. The first way is you think of something hot that turns you on," I tried to explain. "If you like girls with big titties, think of that. Think of a celebrity you find attractive, then imagine them naked. Some people can think of guys too and that's what turns them on, what you like is different for everyone."
He looked up, thinking for a moment. His cock began to stir, expanding a little in length, and began to poke outward slightly. "I don't know what I like yet, but the idea of people being naked makes me feel kinda good," he told me. Wow, he really knew nothing, I thought. I remembered what he told me earlier, that his parents were really strict and that he didn't have any siblings. There was so much for him to learn, and I wanted to teach him what I knew.
"There is another way," I told him. "If your penis is touched in certain ways, it can get hard too," I started.
"I noticed that before," he commented. "Sometimes I'm in bed at night and when it rubs against the covers, it gets hard sometimes and feels good."
"Mmm," I mumbled. The thought of him humping his bed turned me on as my cock continued throbbing in my underwear. "The best way is to use your hand. Whether you're soft or hard, rubbing it a certain way is what jerking off is." He was intrigued, his cock stiffening a bit further. "Let me show you," I told him. I couldn't resist showing him my own member. It needed air, and seeing his reaction to my full erection was gonna be priceless. "Sit down," I commanded him.
"Ok," he followed, placing his bare ass on the rock. I stood up and faced him like he did with me, pulling my shorts and underwear down with one movement, staring at his facial expression. My fully erect 4-inch cock sprung out, pointing straight up. The tip of my dick was 6 inches from his nose, and his eyes widened at the sight. "Woahh," he gasped, staring at my engorged member. I smirked.
Resisting the urge to shove it in Clayton's open mouth, I sat beside him. My cock was pointed up towards the bridge, while his was still semi-erect pointing at the creek. He must not be gay, I noted, as seeing my dick didn't get him any harder. However, that wouldn't stop us from experimenting together since I convinced him we were just "friends exploring each other"
"Follow my lead," I commanded. I laid my body flat and pulled up my shirt a bit, exposing my wispy blonde pubes and smooth, tight chest. He followed suit, and I stared at him intently as his flaccid cock fell sideways and up toward his bellybutton.
Comparing the two of us side-by-side, his balls were bigger and more plump while mine were smaller. Both of us were uncut, foreskin pinched at the tip. I was diamond hard and he was the opposite, shriveled and flaccid. Our smooth bellies looked similar although his waist was tighter, and both our abs were barely defined. In terms of body hair, I had a few more forming on my balls compared to him, and the amount above our cocks was roughly the same although his hair was a bit darker in color, like the dirty blonde on his head.
"I like your cock, Clayton," I commented. "Ours are really similar!"
His face was red. "Thanks, I guess," he responded shyly. "You're so big and hard," he told me, my stomach fluttering at the erotic comment.
"You will be soon, let me show you how," I said, taking my erection in my left hand. As he was to the left of me, I wanted to get a better view of the action, and I hoped he would use his left too. "Wrap your fingers around your shaft like this," I commanded. With his left hand, he grasped his soft member, its entirety fitting within his closed fist. "If you're soft, maybe use just a finger or two with your thumb," I suggested. He obeyed and grabbed it with his index and thumb. I did the same to mine for the sake of example.
"Now start stroking it up and down, start slowly," I instructed, showing him as I went. He did so and seconds later, his cock began getting stiff- and fast. Two strokes later the teen was at half mast, and soon enough he seemed fully hard. He gasped and groaned, steadily rubbing it up and down.
"That was so fast this feels so good," he commented blissfully. He whimpered.
"Stop," I commanded him sharply, and he did. "Once you're hard, you can use more fingers or even your entire fist." I was using this as an excuse to stare at his incredibly sexy erection. He wasn't lying when he said it was small, his fully erect member was at most 3.5 inches, although it was not much shorter than mine at 4 inches.
"okok," said Clayton innocently. "This feels so good! Thank you for showing me this Dylan." He placed four fingers along the length of his shaft with his thumb and stroked the entire length of his three-and-a-half inches. Fuck he was cute. Watching him play with himself for the first time was edging me so hard, I wanted contact with him so bad but I had to resist.
"Yeah, anytime," I answered. "Keep stroking, it feels so amazing," I insisted. He grabbed his shaft with his fist and stroked it faster, groaning. His cock head poked above his foreskin and fist with every stroke and his balls shrunk further against his groin, all the while stroking his teenage member with his left hand. He moaned louder, starting to shake.
"I-I gotta stop," He stuttered, removing his hand from his throbbing virgin erection. He convulsed for a few moments before settling down.
"What Clayton why??" I urged. "You gotta keep going. The best part hasn't come yet!"
"I felt like I was gonna pee and I didn't want to be embarrassed," he told me shamefully. I groaned, both our cocks continuing to throb. I realized the teen had inadvertently edged himself as I could tell he was on the verge of exploding.
"Ok, I didn't explain it fully. I wanted it to be a surprise but there's something called a climax. It's when the pleasure hits an all-time high and it's like fireworks going off. You're not gonna pee, trust me. Even if you do... I wouldn't mind," I admitted. My horniness was impairing my sense of judgment, that's how turned on I was at the moment.
I continued to teach him my lesson, instructing him to continue. "You gotta keep going. Keep rubbing your hand up and down like you're doing. You can also twist it a bit and change up the speed. You can use your other hand to fondle your balls or feel yourself up." I showed him my own cock as he watched intently, I moaned as I pleasured myself.
"You try, stroke it with your right hand now," I told him. He nodded. Wanting a better view, I scooted closer to him, rotating my body over to face him directly. "Pull your shirt off all the way," I demanded. Staying silent, he followed my command. He took off his shirt and handed it to me, and I threw it into the bushes. The 14-year-old was now fully nude except for his shoes, pants, and underwear by his ankles.
He looked at me right in the eyes as I looked down at him, admiring his vibrant blue eyes. I was just a foot away from him, resisting the strong urge to kiss his pink awaiting lips. "Should I keep going?" He asked. I smiled into his eyes.
"Yes keep going until I say so," I instructed. He nodded. "You're doing great," I assured him, rewarding him for his cooperation. He returned his right hand to his pink bulging erection and stroked it steadily.
While he was getting back into it, I admired the rest of his naked body. He had thin, toned arms and shoulders, with a small frame and light brown perky nipples. His armpits had the same wispy dirty blonde hairs as his pubes, with the outline of his ribs barely visible leading to his smooth belly. I wanted to touch and feel him but I knew he wouldn't allow it. Yet.
It took no time at all for Clayton to squirm and moan, each stroke sending waves of pleasure through his body. He did what I asked, using his other hand to rub and softly squeeze his balls. I could tell he was close as his moans got louder, his body shook more violently, and his strokes got harder.
He was yelling at this point, and I moaned from the view in front of me. I removed my shirt, joining him in his nudity. I couldn't resist slowly stroking my own cock, careful not to rocket cum everywhere as it desperately wanted to do. Clayton gasped and yelled and writhed as his first intentional orgasm approached.
"I-I feel so... fuck... Dylan..." He gasped.
"Clayton... fuck... you're amazing..." I spurted out. I removed my hand from my cock to prevent my orgasm as I watched the other teenager in front of me have his first.
"I'm gonna p-" he yelled as the first shot exploded, sending a thick rope of cum all the way into his hair, spraying across his face. "Mmph-"
The second rope shot right on his lip, dripping into his open mouth. I couldn't believe how much cum he had in him! The spurts of fresh semen didn't stop, shooting against his chin, then splashing onto his chest, with several more coating his belly dripping into his bellybutton. He kept stroking the entire time he came and now started whimpering from his cock being sensitive. "Stop stroking it," I commanded.
"I..." he sputtered. He was at a loss for words. His half-flaccid member, coated in his own cum, flopped into a cum puddle on his tummy as he removed his hands. He wiped his eyes, then his lips. He held his cum-covered fingers in the air, completely dumbfounded as to what just happened.
"What... what do I do? What DID I do?" he said in shock.
"Chill," I instructed calmly. "Eat it, we don't have anything else to clean it with," I told him. His eyes widened cautiously. Clayton lowered his fingers into his mouth, slurping up a mouthful of his first ejaculation. "I can help you with the cleanup," I offered graciously. "Once it gets cold, it's not as tasty."
"I guess that's ok. What is this stuff? It doesn't taste that bad. That felt amazing." He seemed to be recovering his post-orgasmic bliss, energized from the release. I reached over to touch him, making my first contact with his soft warm skin. I ran up from his belly button scooping a stream of warm cum leading to his nipple, brushing against it. I scooped the load of his load into my mouth. It was amazing, tasting better than my own.
"That's cum. Semen, jizz, splooge, spunk, nut, seed. It's what makes babies when you cum in a vagina, and it is the best part of anything sexual," I explained. "I was telling you about it earlier in class. It's what's sticky in your underwear sometimes when you wake up, that's called a wet dream. It happens if you haven't jerked off in a while," I educated. I moved my finger inches from his cock, scooping up from the pool of cum on his tummy. I let it run across my tongue before swallowing.
"Oh I know how babies are made, I know sperm," he said. "I didn't know that's what it looked like or the other names. Also... am I gonna be clean for class?" He asked nervously.
"Don't worry I'll make sure you're cleaned up," I assured him. "Any more questions?"
"When can I do it again? Jerking off I mean," he asked.
"It depends, if you're really turned on you can do it minutes later. Usually, it takes a couple hours though," I answered.
"Dylan I can't describe how amazing that felt, it was the best feeling ever," he said playfully, scooping more cum up and eating it. He was almost clean of the huge load he produced but Clayton was still a sticky mess. I smiled. Leaning over, I caressed his face with my hand, breathing heavily. He flinched for a moment but allowed me to feel him. I used my thumb to wipe some cum from his cheek, then put it in his mouth. It took a moment, but he got the hint and sucked it off my finger.
Needless to say, I was surprised at how far he was letting me go. This gave me ideas. I couldn't help but notice my cock was still throbbing.
"You did great," I purred. "I'm proud of you for going this far," I complimented. "I hope you liked my lesson."
"Yes Dylan thank you, you're the best friend ever, I'm so happy I met you and that you showed me this," he purred. I winked at him, smiling. I was so horny. I knew what I wanted to tell him, and it took me a minute to build up the confidence.
"I have a way you can say thank you," I said somewhat firmly. "Pay me back a bit," I eluded. He looked confused. "Actually, two things," I added.
"Yeah, ok, what are they?" Clayton asked cautiously. I could tell he was a bit intimidated and I didn't mind.
"Number one, stand up and hug me," I directed, needing to feel him against me. He didn't hesitate and we both stood up and I pulled him into me. My exposed erection collided against his abdomen, still wet and sticky from his messy jizz. I could feel his cock against my thigh, warm and moist. I noticed he was shorter than me by a few inches. I was 5'6", he was probably around 5'3". I took advantage of the moment and felt him up as much as I could get away with, holding his teen body tightly against mine.
I slowly rubbed my erection between us, moaning softly into his ear. I wanted to be subtle, but it was hard when I was so turned on from what just fucking happened. I needed to stop before I couldn't, so I did. I then wrapped my arms as far around him as I could.
"Thank you," I told him. I released him from my grasp, noticing my own chest was sticky from what was left of his shotty cleanup job. "Now you may have noticed, but I'm really fucking hard right now and I need it gone before we can go back," I told him point-blank as I sat on the rock in front of him. I pushed my erection out, giving him a full view of my developing manhood.
Clayton gulped. "Yeah?" he confirmed shakily.
"Now for lesson number two. I had an idea of how you could help both of us." Clayton seemed curious. I noticed his erection was already semi-hard, still wet and sticky from events prior. "How about you get some more practice on jacking off, so that way when you go home you can try it yourself?" I grabbed my rod, stroking it a few times.
"Dylan I- I guess I owe you," he submitted. "You want me to practice on you?"
"Yes," I demanded, smiling at him. "Make me cum. Do it quick, we have to get back to school."
The 14-year-old whimpered but reluctantly agreed, nodding. I grinned. I was so close to cumming already, I knew it would only take a few of his strokes for me to splash cum everywhere.
"I dunno how to do this," Clayton said. "I've never touched someone else's before."
"That's ok, I know we're trying a lot of new things today. Let's sit down, you go on my right this time, and use your right hand to stroke it," I instructed him. He nodded, and we sat side-by-side on the secluded rock by the creek. I pushed my erect cock outwards, showcasing its length. It was small in general, but compared to his tiny limp cock next to me, it looked huge.
The naked teen cautiously guided his hand towards my awaiting member, before grabbing it softly. I groaned at his touch. "Stroke it up and down, start slow, keep getting faster. Once I finish cumming, stop." We looked into each other's eyes and he nodded in agreement. We stared at each other for a moment, his eyes fearful and cautious, mine lustful and dominant.
We broke contact and he began to stroke me as I got my first handjob, or even my first sexual contact, from cute Clayton during the first day of freshman year. I didn't hold back with the noises that followed, groaning as his inexperienced hands ran up and down my shaft.
"That feels so fucking amazing," I complimented. His face turned red. "Keep going," I insisted. He quickened the pace, stroking me with a tighter grip than before. As his cock had done previously, each stroke ran my foreskin across my cockhead, exposing it with each downward stroke and bunching it at the tip with each upward stroke. The faster he did it, the better it felt.
Not knowing what to do with my hands, I put them behind my head, exposing my sparsely-haired armpits to the warm summer air. I used my eyes to stare at his naked body, enjoying his youthful appearance similar to my own. I looked at every part of his visible figure, taking it all in for later. I paid special attention to his cock, as with each stroke he gave me, his limp penis shook slightly.
As much as I wanted this moment to last forever, there was no way my teenage hormones would allow me to last that long. My balls were ready for release, and seeing this 10/10 classmate pleasure me was not helping. By this point, I was spasming as waves of pleasure flooded me, and I whimpered from how great his touch felt. Although I'd jerked off hundreds of times since I discovered it just a few short months ago, the touch of someone else was completely different and on a whole other level. It got me thinking just how amazing a blowjob or anal would feel!
He stroked me faster and faster and I knew I was on the verge. Overwhelmed by sensation and ration blinded by pleasure, I moved my hand from my head across his shoulder, wrapping it around him. I dug my fingers through his hair and gripped it tightly as he made just a couple more strokes. I convulsed as I felt my orgasm impending.
"Dylan I-" he started to object, but I interrupted him before he could finish.
"Clayton I'm- I- FUCKKKK YOU'RE AMAZING," I damn-near screamed. I groaned loudly as my pleasure hit a new record, until suddenly, my cock finally exploded, just 30 long seconds into his handjob. I spurted several blasts of hot cum across my chest as I grunted. Clayton stopped stroking me at the perfect time before my cock got sensitive, dribbles of cum leaking from the semi-hard tip onto his fingers and my tummy. Despite not being the blanket of cum Clayton covered himself with, I was still impressed by the load I produced onto myself considering I jerked off not an hour earlier.
"Go ahead, taste it," I encouraged. He brought his sticky hand to his lips and licked it up.
"It tastes okay, better than mine," he admitted.
"Good, 'cause we need to clean up." Using my entire left hand, I scooped up the majority of my load from across my chest and belly. I guided my hand full of cum carefully to his lips. They remained closed before reluctantly he opened his mouth. I dumped my load into it, giving him a mouthful of my seed. He gulped it down, licking his lips. Fuck, he had no idea how hot he was!
"Did I do a good job?" asked Clayton sincerely. I looked at him, my right hand still across his shoulders holding him against me. He looked back at me, and I grinned at him. He looked dazed. His poor head was overwhelmed with new experiences and information, as well as the emotion and meaning our actions brought him.
Sensing the need for encouragement and reassurance, I responded. "Clayton, look at me." I ran my fingers through his hair. "That was the most pleasure I've ever felt. I'm sure it was for you too. I'm as new to this as you are, I only learned about jerking off a couple of months ago toward the end of 8th grade."
"Yeah it felt really good," Clayton admitted. "I dunno- I don't know why it feels kinda wrong like I'm doing something I'm not supposed to."
"Everyone jerks off, it's normal. Even your dad. I know it feels weird doing it with another guy, but I realized you've never had a good teacher. Someone to show you the stuff your parents don't want you to know. I care about you, I want to help you, I want to be the person you never had as a kid. Like I said before, nobody has to know we're doing this, this can be our secret."
My words seemed to calm him, as I felt him relax against me. "You're the best friend I've ever had, Dylan. Thank you for showing me this. You're right; there's nothing to feel bad about. I'm grateful I met you today and that you introduced me to such an amazing feeling." With that, he leaned over and awkwardly hugged me. I hugged him back, enjoying our sticky bodies making contact.
"Let's stand up, we need to get dressed and go back to school" I threw out. We stood up, and I assessed the mess. Both of us were equally crusted with dry cum, but our shirts would cover that. I picked up his shirt, my tank top from the floor, and the rest of our clothes, strewn about the area in chaos. "If you're okay with it, we should do something like this again," I suggested.
"What do you mean? You already showed me," he questioned.
"Well... believe it or not, this is just the tip of the iceberg of sexual pleasure. I've never tried anything else, but I know about some stuff. I just never had the chance to try it out. We could keep experimenting and learning together!" I said excitedly.
"You mean there's stuff that feels better than jacking off?" he retorted. "I dunno, I guess so maybe in the future." I smiled, unable to imagine what the future would entail. We finished getting dressed and left our spot, walking back toward school. Right before we got to the fence gap, I pulled him aside.
"Dylan, what are we doing?" he asked.
"I'm gonna check for any cum stains," I announced.
"Ok, I don't want to look suspicious," he agreed. I looked over his whole body one last time before re-entering school grounds. I noticed some cum residue on his chin and face. I licked my finger and wiped it off, before deviously putting it in my mouth for one last taste. I was down bad!
"You should be good," I told him. "How do I look?" Clayton examined me, and I watched him as his concentrated eyes scanned for white spots.
"I don't see anything," he concluded. I looked into his eyes and smiled, before surprising him with one quick but sincere hug. As we embraced each other, the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch.
"Like it never happened," I stated, still grinning. "Let's get to class!"
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