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Straight High School Cock--Craig
My name is Sam Miller and I'm a high school junior. I play all the sports my small high school offers, which is baseball, basketball, and soccer. I'm 5' 11", 170 pounds of lean, and dark brown hair with intense blue eyes. I'm pretty cocky and self-assured, and I got a girlfriend who lets me fuck her most anytime I want. Oh, and I also like dick. Straight dick to be exact. I got my first taste when I was 15, but that's a story for another time. I did, however, learn from my first experience that I have no gag reflex. That's right, none. I can take a cock all the way down without flinching. My preference of dick has always been for the ones attached to straight guys. In my short dick-sucking career, I've learned that straight dudes usually don't mind having a straight-looking guy, especially one who looks like me, help them out when they're "in need." It's all in the approach. Second only to my love of straight dick is my love of the hunt. I'm a hunter, and I love the rush of finding a straight guy I want, and seeing how long it takes me to capture my prey. These are my stories.
I brought my hand up to his crotch, squeezed, and felt his cock jump through his baseball pants. With a quick reflex, Craig grabbed hold of my hand. "Hey man," he said "I don't do shit like that." I could feel Craig's eyes locked on me, even though the headlights provided only his outline. "That's what makes it so hot," I said starring back at him, "you don't." Our eyes remained fixed, but then Craig slowly looked around. Through the darkness I could feel his cock begin to grow and thicken as he slowly relaxed the grip on my hand.
It was the bottom of the ninth, we were behind a run, and our team was up to bat. There were two outs and a guy on second when Chad took the plate. This was the final game for the high school championship, and we were playing our arch rivals from the next town over. We knew a lot of the guys on the other team, and some of us were even friends. But friends or not, we had to win this. The first pitch whizzed by, Chad swung, and missed. A collective groan went from our dugout the same time cheers went from the other teams. I watched their pitcher wind up, check Scott on second, then throw toward home plate. Chad took a step back, readied his swing, and brought the bat around. The rest seemed like it happened in slow motion. Chad's bat met the ball with a loud crack. We all watched as the ball flew high over the pitcher's head, the head of the second baseman, and the centerfielder. We roared with excitement and chest bumps as the ball cleared the back fence a good two feet. We'd won the game 7 to 5, and kept our championship and egos in place. We were once again high school gods, and expected to be treated as such.
Matt was my best friend, and had been since third grade. He was also the only other person who knew about my quest for dick. Also knowing my non-existent gag reflex, Matt liked to tease me and call me a "born cocksucker." Our girlfriends were also best friends, and while mine readily let me plow her, Matt's was a steady holdout. Because of this, our double dates would usually end with Matt and I parked on some deserted spot down by the lake, in his dad's truck, with his swollen cock buried deep in my throat. Something that we kept "just between us, right?"
During the game I'd been watching the second baseman. I hadn't seen him before, so I decided to ask Matt what he knew. Matt's cousin played on the rival team, so I figured he would know the score. I stood beside Matt for awhile, staring out at the game. "Whatta ya know about second base dude," I asked him. "Jesus Sam," he laughed, still looking at the game, "are you always prowlin' dude?"
After the game we piled into our cars and headed to the lake. Most of the guys on the baseball team also played on the other two sports teams, and an after game win celebration at the lake had become a ritual. But this one was even more sweeter because we had won the championship. I rode with Matt in his dad's truck because my truck was in the shop. Three of our buddies were loaded in the bed, and we led a string of ten vehicles. As we pulled out of the baseball field Matt and I were talking about our awesome win and what a good time the lake was going to be. "Oh, by the way," Matt said, "his name's Craig and he's coming to the lake with Paul." Paul was Matt's cousin, and he played on the rival team. Like I said before, some of the guys on the rival team were friends of ours and sometimes we partied together. "Anybody else comin' besides him and Paul," I asked. "Yeah," Matt responded, "Paul said a couple others might show up, but they're really bummed about losing." "Pussies," I laughed as I poked Matt in the arm. I was mostly quiet the rest of the way out to the lake, thinking about Craig and how I was going to work this out. Matt noticed my silence. "Paul's girlfriend was watchin' the game and the chick she was sittin' with was Craig's," he said. I didn't say anything. "Dude," he said again, "he's got a girlfriend, man." I glanced over at Matt and he was looking right at me. "So," I said to him shrugging my shoulders. "So," Matt said back, "if he's got a chick he's not gonna do anything with you." "Yeah, you're probably right," I told him, "kinda like you..." "Oh dude," Matt responded, "low blow bro...low blow..." "Look, man," I said to him, "just because he's with a chick doesn't mean he's getting what he wants when he's in need...ya know?" There was a silence and then Matt responded. "Yeah, I hear ya man," he said, "and if anybody can do it, it's gonna be you!" Fuckin' A, I thought to myself. Fuckin' A.
By the time we got to the lake it was almost dark. We parked our cars in the usual spots, walked the short distance to our small clearing, and started a fire. Some of the guys walked up carrying ice chests filled with beer and the celebration began. I was talking to Chad about his amazing homer, when I saw Paul walk up with Craig. Everything Chad said to me went completely into space as I began to study Craig close-up. Still in his baseball uniform, his straight blonde hair stuck out from underneath his cap. He wasn't hot in the "classic jock" sense, but there was something about him that interested me. His nose was a little thin, and a little long, and had a bump about half way down the bridge. Probably from a break, I reasoned, but that amped up the hotness factor even more. His long fingers wrapped easily around his beer bottle, which I imagined wrapped just as easily around his cock. Craig turned a little as I continued my "prowl" downward. His crotch was now hidden from me, and my eyes stopped at his feet. Chad was still talking about something, but my eyes and my mind were focused on Craig's feet. They were huge. My feet are pretty big too, size 12, but Craig's looked a good two inches bigger than mine. Mentally I was checking off the two main assets I had seen so far of this guy: long fingers and big feet. Hmmm, I thought, my interest definitely peeking big time. I had to check out the crotch to see if he was three for three.
Kyle came up to talk to Chad, which left me with a good exit. I drained my beer and walked around the fire to get another one. Grabbing a long neck, I leaned up against a tree, just out of the light of the fire, and continued my appraisal of the situation. From my vantage point I had a perfect view of Craig and all his glory. While he gripped his beer with one hand, his other moved his cap further back on his head. From the light of the fire I could see his face more clearly, especially noticing the contrast his dark eyebrows made with his blond hair. I slowly brought my eyes to the object I had moved to see. I'm not one of those cockhounds who gets really turned on by a dude showing a big package. In fact, it's probably just the opposite. I don't wanna see which way a guy "carries" himself or a big bulge sticking out in front. I want to see just enough protrusion to pique my interest; anything else is just gross to me. And the view I was now getting definitely piqued my interest. Starting just below his belt, Craig's baseball pants bulged out in just a way that let me know there was definitely something of interest lying beneath. His bulge wasn't huge nor was it non-existent. It was perfect. The thought then came to me that the perfection of Craig's crotch could be from the cup he was still wearing. The guys on my teams usually ditched ours as soon as the game was over because they were so fucking uncomfortable. Craig's crotch looked the same as it did on the field, so I figured he had just left the cup on. I was picking up bits and pieces of conversation between Craig and a couple of the guys, when I heard Craig say, "Dude, I just can't wear `em...those cups are so fuckin' tight!" So, I guess he wasn't wearing a cup; probably just a jock then. Whatever Craig was wearing it was definitely nice, and I decided that before we left the lake, there was going to be one more straight dick added to my list.
I tend not to be too sociable at these things, mostly keeping to myself. My teammates and friends know how I am and never try to push me into anything. Throughout the evening I kept my position by the tree and Craig pretty much kept by the fire. A few times he would look my way and I would raise my longneck to him. He would always grin and return the gesture. The celebration began to wind down and the guys began to head to their cars. Craig was talking to Paul, Matt's cousin, and I looked around trying to find Matt. Matt was my ride and most of the guys had already gone. I walked out to where Matt had parked, and his truck was still there. I walked back to the clearing and Craig and Paul were gone. I walked around a little more, then back to Matt's truck. There were two trucks parked, but nobody was around. I heard the other truck's engine crank and it's lights come on. Then I heard a door slam and someone say "dude, you lookin' for Matt?" I turned around and saw Craig walking toward Matt's truck. "Yeah," I said, "have you seen him?" "Man he's fuckin' wasted," Craig laughed, "Paul took his ass home and said he'd get his truck tomorrow." "Fuck man," I said, "that bitch was my ride...fuck!" "No worries dude," Craig responded, "I'll give ya a ride." "I'm Craig," he said, sticking out his hand, "come on."
I followed Craig over to his truck, but instead of getting in he walked around to the front. "I gotta let the beer wear off a little before I drive," he said, leaning up against the front of his truck. "Smart move," I said back, getting a full close-up view. We stood there silent for a while, both of us leaned up against Craig's truck, him taking drags off a cigarette. Not being a shy person, I was continuing to check him out while Craig stared straight ahead. Suddenly he broke the silence. "Can I ask you something dude?" Craig said, blowing smoke out as he exhaled. "Sure man," I said, "go ahead." "Well, ummm," he said still staring straight ahead, "I saw you standin' by that tree for most of the night...and ummm...I saw you starin' at me a lot...what's up with that dude?" Interesting, I thought to myself. I wasn't usually that obvious about my prey, but I guess the shadows weren't as dark as I thought. Since I was being kind of called out, I decided to go ahead go for the gold. "You want the truth, or a good lie," I asked him. Craig laughed as he flicked his cigarette onto the ground. "I want the truth man," he said, still looking straight ahead. I took in a big breath of air, looked at him, and said "I was lookin' at you because I was thinking how hot it would be to suck your dick." Craig busted out laughing and jerked his head to look at me. "Seriously man," he said still laughing, "why were you lookin'?" Craig turned his head back toward the woods and lit another cigarette. Slowly, I reached over and put my hand on his crotch. "Seriously," I said, "I want to suck your dick."
When I brought my hand up to his crotch, I squeezed, and felt Craig's cock jump through his baseball pants. With a quick reflex, Craig jerked his head toward me again and grabbed hold of my hand. "Hey man," he said "I don't do shit like that." I could feel Craig's eyes locked on me, even though the headlights provided only his outline. "That's what makes it so hot," I said starring back at him, "you don't." Our eyes remained fixed, but then Craig slowly looked around. Through the darkness I could feel his cock begin to grow and thicken as he slowly relaxed the grip on my hand.
As Craig's grip loosened, my fingers began to work. The bulge in his pants became tighter, pushing my hand out. I could feel heat coming from Craig's crotch and a small jerk with his heart beat. I slowly sank to my knees in front of him, bringing his bulge to eye level. My hands reached up and began to unbuckle his belt. With one hand I unsnapped Craig's baseball pants and pulled his zipper down with the other. Beneath Craig's baseball pants, unsnapped, unzipped, and laid open, didn't reveal a cup or a jock strap. Just some dark gray boxer briefs. Up to this point Craig had been silent, but his breathing had become harder. I began rubbing his cock through his boxer briefs, and looked up at him. Craig's head was tilted slightly back and his eyes were almost closed. His nostrils flared as he took deep breathes, his chest going in and out. Craig's left arm and hand remained at his side, while his right hand held his cigarette. I looked back at the bulge in front of me and I heard Craig take a drag from his smoke. He let out the smoke with a long sigh and then he spoke. "Dude," he said, "you play sports and shit, right?" "Yeah," I said, running my open hand up and down the front of his bulge. He took a quick breath then let it out slow, in almost a moan. "And Paul said you got a girlfriend, right," he asked. "Yeah," I answered again. "Damn," Craig responded, "damn..."
Craig remained silent, except for the heavy breathing and occasional moan, while I worked my open hand up and down his bulge. I watched and felt as his cock grew harder and thicker beneath his boxer briefs. Before too long I noticed a wet spot began to form at the bottom of his bulge. He was leaking; always a good sign. I felt the wet spot grow bigger and glanced up at Craig. From the headlights I could see his head was still slightly tilted and his eyes almost closed. His breathing was becoming harder. It was time. I took my hands up to Craig's waist, grabbing hold of both his baseball pants and his boxer briefs. Slowly I pulled them down. A line of dark pubes, matching the color of his eyebrows, came into view. I slowly pulled down farther and his waistbands hit the base of his cock. I pulled the band of his boxer briefs over his base and continued down. Craig's waistbands hit the ridge of his cock head and I stopped again. I leaned back on my knees to get a look. What I saw made my mouth water and my own crotch twitch. A good 8, maybe 8.5 inches of cock had been exposed, and the thickness was incredible. Starting at his pubes and going all the way to the head, Craig's cock was the same thickness. I hadn't planned on doing anything until he was fully exposed, but I couldn't resist. I leaned forward until my tongue touched the top of Craig's shaft, just under the head. Craig jumped and let out a long low moan. With my open mouth I traced the shape of Craig's rod from his head to the base buried in his bush. I felt his body stiffen as Craig moaned again, long and low. My mouth was still over his cock and I stuck my tongue out to trace along the under shaft while I moved up and down. Craig still wasn't talking, but his body became stiffer and he did let out a low "aaahhhhhh."
I leaned back again, brought my hands back to his baseball pants and boxer briefs and pulled them over the head of Craig's cock. Springing free, his cock bounced up carrying a strand of pre-jizz with it. When freed, Craig's cock did not stand up straight against his belly. It was too big and too hard. Instead, his cock stood out away from his crotch at an almost 90 degree angle, with just a slight downward turn. It was a perfect match for my throat. I reached my hand up and wrapped it around the shaft, about midway. In full view, Craig's rod was probably a good 9", and from the way my hand wrapped around it, a good 7 thick. Craig continued to leak pre-cum, and individual strands would ooze from his slit to the ground. I slowly jacked my hand forward one stroke, and saw a large pool ooze from his cock slit and flow downward. Craig's body tensed again when I did this, and he let out another long and low moan. My mouth had become wetter and my jaws ached to have this awesome tool filling my throat. With my hand I raised Craig's cock just a little and began to lick under the head and around his slit, sucking in his jizz juice. Craig breathed in hard, held it, then let the air slowly escape. My lips were now around his cock head, and I slowly milked Craig's shaft feeling the pre-cum flow down my throat.
Craig's breathing was hard and intense, and he moved his legs a little farther apart. I took his cock head out of my mouth, still holding it in my hand. Now was the time to have Craig feel the best feeling he'd ever felt. I opened my mouth, took in a big breath of air, and slowly guided his hard, teenage cock into my mouth and down my throat. Craig's body stiffened even more and pushed himself hard against the front of his truck. With one gulp I had taken half of his cock, and with two more my nose was now buried in Craig's hot full pubes. I held his thick hard cock down my throat and felt Craig's hands jerk to my head. I could feel Craig's stomach going in and out at a fast rate. Finally, I heard Craig speak. "Ahhh fuck dude," he said, "you're takin' it all the...shit man, how can you...ahhhhh fuuccckkkk!!!"
Bracing myself with my hands against the bumper of Craig's truck, I let his cock slide half-way out of my throat, then back down again. His hands were clamped hard on my head, and his hips moved in skull fuck rhythm. I could feel the pre-jizz flowing out of Craig's horny cock and coating my throat as it slid down to my gut. My head remained stationary as Craig did all the work; fucking his hard engorged cock all the way down my throat. At one point I moved my right hand off Craig's truck bumper and brought it under his baseball shirt, rubbing his hard stomach and moving up and down his abs. At first, Craig flinched, but then began fucking my face harder as I rubbed. He didn't talk anymore, but there were continual low and gutteral moans and groans coming from him.
Craig began to slow my face fucking, then quickly picked up the pace. His already hard cock became harder and bigger, filling my mouth and throat out even more. Craig's hands locked harder on my head and I felt his balls drawing up closer to my chin. All of a sudden he stopped, his body stiffened harder than ever, and he brought himself up slightly on the balls of his feet. Craig gripped my head tight as I felt the first blast of cum hit my throat, coat it, then slide down to my gut. He followed this with several face fuck jabs, sending at least five more shots of hot, slimy, teenage baby makers into my stomach. Besides the intense breathing and low moaning, the only sound Craig made was a long and low "fuuuuccccckkkkk." Craig slowly released the grip on my head and I moved his cock to the back of my throat. I worked my tongue rapidly over his mouth covered shaft and cock head, milking out more cum. I moved my hand to Craig's exposed shaft and milked it while I licked the head clean with my tongue. He shivered as the last few drops were licked from his slit and coated my tongue.
Neither one of us talked on the ride to my house. Craig's hands gripped the steering wheel of his truck and he stared straight ahead. As we pulled into my driveway, Craig finally spoke. "Dude," he said, "this has gotta be just between us...it was a one-time...I mean, I'm completely..." "Dude," I cut him off, "relax...we're cool." I opened the truck door and was half-way out when I heard him speak again. "ummm...ok...thanks?" "No problem," I said as I closed the door to his truck and walked the short distance to my house.
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