If there are any under 18 puters tuned in, you are here by mistake and not invited. Leave or else you may get what one lad got: a bad case of hiccups which almost killed him
"Tall & Smooth" Part One, by Jay Roberts
The last six months have been nuts. Here it is in a nutshell: Dad transferred from LA to new job in Santa Barbara, new HS for me, promise of his old car this year, my 18th. Bad news is that it is a Buick. Good news is that old Dad said, "We'll paint it bright red."
Right now I have been at Santa Barbara Bay High School for two days. I haven't made any hookups, but this school is really a hottie convention.
I am kinda surprised that no one has even made a slight move toward me. I'm not even slightly ugly. In fact if I wasn't me, I would hit on me. In fact I do, every morning in the shower.
I'm 5'7" of simmering, sexual synergy. I guess that's enough "s's" I don't want to make an S of myself. My crowning asset in the stuff on top of my crown. I inherited bright blond curly hair from my late mom. My features are a bit like hers too. So much so that sometimes I catch my father getting a dreamy look as he eyes me across the breakfast table.
I've been sitting at this school cafeteria table for the last fifteen minutes, trying to digest the glob I ate. My table is a little away from the crowd toward the center of the room but it's an excellent spot for eying the passing parade. I have already been in bed with several guys (in my mind of course.) I am not one of your experienced boys. The last time I had sex with anyone was four years ago in Europe on a hostel trip. Since then it's all mental.
I realize that all this eye fucking is giving me a hot rod. I was about to get up and blow this place (I wish). When a voice on my left, slightly behind me crackled in a deep base. "You're gay aren't you?" I turned and looked directly into the tie strings of his gray workout shorts. Then I looked up, up, up. This was some tall bugger...maybe six and a half feet. He was very comely of face as they say in old novels, his dark brown hair hanging over, bring out sparkling blue eyes and curvy mouth. His long, lightly muscled legs reached amazingly from shoe box sized sneaks to the edges of his very brief shorts.
I think, by the heat coming off my face, I was blushing bright red as only pale skinned boys can. "What's that?"
I heard it very plainly but I was stalling for time. He repeated it, this time with a big smile on his face. "You definitely are, otherwise you would have gotten up and punched me in the stomach."
"Why do you say that?"
"Because you have been crotch watching all over the place. Here, right now you are doing it to me." He reach down and twirled the tie strings at his waist. Then he patted me on the cheek. "You can watch me all you want. How about meeting me right here at the end of the day and come over my house?"
"I guess I am, maybe, partly." I said, answering his original question. "Yes, your house. Yeah, OK." Then inanely, typical of me, I asked: "What size are your shoes. They look really big."
That got a laugh. "You always say what's on your mind don't ya? Sixteen and answering your next question...about average. What's your name?"
"Jason."
He help out a bunch of hot dog sized fingers and gripped my smaller hand in a warm embrace. Then he laughed, "Jason, Jason with the golden fleece."
I turned hot again. My mom used to say that.
"Name is Billy. William Faust is the whole thing." He shot me a thumbs up sign and strode out about two times faster than anyone on his long legs.
I was back at the table at 3:30 and Billy came in from a side door, wet looking with sweat and a towel was around his neck. "Didn't want to miss our date. I skipped showering but I can do it at home. You can do my back." He laughed. "My jeep is outside."
His home was an ultra modern condo overlooking the bay. Looked like lots of money was spent on the furnishings. Billybegan undressing as soon as he entered the door. "No one is home in the daytime. My folks are lawyers, work together."
He motioned for me to follow him up stairs. By now he was down to his black briefs, his unexpectedly perk ass a few feet in front of me. "Wait in my bedroom. I'm a real quick showerer."
I sat down on a recliner. The room had a great smell...like Billy. I was learning a bit about him by being in the room. As you would guess by his size, he was a b-bailer. He had, I thought cleverly, hung PICS cut from mags of near naked couples. The guys were cute and that way he could indulge by making it couple pictures. Right out in the open were some sex DVDS, again the same approach. But then, maybe he was Bi.
Just then he came into the room, a jumbo sized town around his waist. I eyed him up and down like he was a steak. He didn't miss that either. He eyed me back and said "Make believe I'm a buffet. Enjoy yourself." He dropped the towel and lay on his stomach on the bed, exposing about ten square yards of unblemished, polished pink skin, cascading down to the twin lifts of his very excellent ass.
"Come on. I can't feel anything. Are you still there?" He spoke muffled from his face nestled in his crossed arms. Incidentally he was exposing his perfectly shaped pit hair, color light brown.
I leaned over his back and that fabulous odors of soap and his body, with waves of warm heat flowing against my face. Out of instinct, I pressed my lips again that nice bone at the top of his spine. He murmured an appreciatively. I began a journey down his back, kissing and nuzzling my way down. I was drunk with his presence. My cock was so hard it was hurting. I reached the base of his spine and the beginning of the separation of his butte cheeks. That were so smooth, the side dimples beckoning. I licked each check. I did think of kissing his hole but this was a little advanced for me, though I did regret it later than night at home. He signed heavily and rolled over, his cock lying against his hairless flat stomach. Not a giant organ but a nice one, beautifully shaped, all shell pink, his balls nicely lying underneath.
I touch it. It twitched eagerly. I passed a finger over the tip and a tiny drop of milky fluid appeared. I could smell its intimate flavor, having date rape drug effect on me.
Billy's eyes were half closed in his languid sexual orbit. Still he had authority in his blurry voice. "Get undressed. Get your mouth on this, now."
I shuck my shorts and briefs, wriggled out of my tee shirt and leaned over that close to that cock. I put out a tongue, licked the sides, holding it up from its rigid stomach position.
I took it into my mouth. Remember I'm no expect but my reverence for Billy's physical charms made me delicate in the way I sucked him. I put it in my mouth, closed my lips over it and allowed my tongue to do the work, suckling gently. "Oh shit!," Billy groaned, "You're too fucking talented. I can't hold on."
I continued the gentle mouthing of him, and now taking my hand and softly passing it over and over his left, then right nipple. That seemed to get him onto a new plane. His long hips began to rise and tremble. His vocalizing began to get louder and more insistent. Suddenly he grabbed my head in both hands and began to fuck my mouth. This ended the suckling, I just held on for dear live as he forgot about me and everything as he rushed to get his cum. Then with an elephant bleat he stopped dead and all action was in his cock. It seemed to draw inward, then got longer and harder as pulsations of semen shot out the end and into my waiting mouth. His cum episode took a long time, he pulsed and howled at least six times. Finally his body relaxed and he fell back on the bed, panting wildly.
When his cum storm was over, he gradually slowed his breathing, then his old self possession returned. He laughed a long time. "You are some sucker. I never got off like that. You're a keeper. We must do this again...about ten million times."
He sat up on the bed, and looked down at my seven incher sticking up out of my lap. "Sometime must be down for this."
I thought he was going to return the favor but instead his urged me back on the bed and gave me a hand job. Not the best I ever had and he seemed to do it obligatorily. But the truth was that I was now so besotted with him that I appreciated any favor. I came powerfully and almost blanked out for a moment. I heard his giggle as I surfaced.
He drove me home.
I ran across him a few times in school but he was just friendly. Then, on the following Friday he stopped to really talk. Putting on the same charming personality he had the first time. "Do you know Zhan from the team? He's a tall Chinese guy."
"I haven't seen a game yet. But by his name a guess he is Chinese." That was a little bitchy but I was still smarting at my sexual dismissal that last time.
He ignored my coolness. "I thought we could get together today. He's coming over. Can you get a lift, I'm cutting last period?"
"I can walk. It's only about four blocks from here. I'll see you then."
He bunked closed fists with me, no grabbing and holding my hand like the first meeting.
What a ninny I am. One beckon and I jump. Well I'll go and be sociable but no sex.
That's end of part one. Will he keep his vow not to have sex?
I hope you got a tingle from Part One. I hope I can deliver Part Two with a sexual punch.
I have always had a fantasy about very tall boyish guys. I had a chance in this story to let my fantasy boy expose himself.