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He was named after an angel, and an archangel at that, though on reflection, he should been called Lucifer, not Gabriel, given that he came to represent every temptation my Christian upbringing had counselled me against.
The first time he walked into my 3rd form class at high school (I was 12, almost 13), I couldn't take me eyes off him. As corny and movie-like as it sounds, every other noise in the room, even the usually shrill voice of Stephen Parker, faded almost into silence. The faces of my classmates began to blur and recede into the distance -- everything in Mr Keenan's French class ceased to exist but Him and me. If they weren't so busy elsewhere, I'm sure a chorus of angels would have heralded His entrance. Look, I am not just being a drama queen here -- you have to have seen Gabriel to understand what he could do to a small town rookie-Christian who was teetering on the edge of discovering his poofterhood. Let me describe him -- I'll try to avoid quoting passages from "Songs of Solomon".
His hair was a soft ash blonde, cut shorter on the sides and back, but a little longer at the fringe, leading him to occasionally flick his head in a Charlie's Angels moment. His hair looked so soft you just wanted to reach out a touch it, or take some of it between your lips and...well, it was really nice. He had ice blue eyes, the iris ringed with a darker blue, giving them a piercing and breathtaking intensity. They nestled beneath luxurious, honey-coloured eyebrows, and were armed with long, silky lashes made from the same spun gold as his hair.
His face was perfectly formed and smooth as silk -- no pimples on this 13-year old face as yet (and nor would there be) -- and was the colour of honey and pale pink rose petals. My eyes followed the arrow of his nose to the most luscious, juicy lips I have ever had the fortune of laying eyes on. God knows I wanted to lay a damn sight more than my eyes on them, too.
Even our drab grey school uniform looked radiant on him, a tight enough fit that it showed a nicely developed set of shoulders for a guy his age, the hint of a toned chest and nipples (which would no doubt be a perfectly edible chocolate brown in colour) that were popping up to say hi to everyone.
He walked slowly across the front of the class and turned down the gap between my row and the one by the outer wall. He walked down the aisle towards me (now there's a thought), his head turned over his left shoulder as he listened to someone walking behind him. The sun shone on his face as he walked past a window and seemed to light up that entire part of the room. He laughed -- his voice was broken, his laugh an infectious, almost husky, but distinctly masculine giggle. I shuddered as a wave of hitherto unknown pleasure swept through me and unashamedly pleaded with God (or Satan for that matter -- by this point, I was prepared to whore myself to any God or demon who would grant my wish) to make Gabriel sit in the vacant desk in front of me so I could spend the next 55 minutes gazing upon his intoxicating beauty.
Someone answered (I suspect it was Satan) and Gabriel paused in front of me, staring at me for what seemed an eternity before smiling, and turning to sit down, thus presenting me with the most perfectly delectable set of buns to ever be packed into the humble grey cotton of Marlborough Boys' College shorts. I had to grip the seat of my chair with my hands to stop myself from leaning forward and burying my face in his crack. Eat your heart out McDonalds -- no one has fresher buns than this little angel.
We sat there, waiting for Mr Keenan to grace us with his presence, people chatting in small groups, tentative friendships being made between students meeting for the first time, and yours truly not saying boo to a ghost -- just sitting there, supporting my head on my right hand, staring at the nape of Gabriel's neck while I formed a not so small lake of drool on my brand new French textbook.
I nearly splashed face first into the lake when he turned, looked me square in the eye and said, "Hi". I stammered something in response. Hello, I hope. I couldn't be sure of what was said, as I couldn't hear myself over the cacophony of potentially witty replies fighting to be first out of my mouth.
I look at him expectantly. He flashed me a big smile, flicked his tongue quickly across his upper lip and said, "So. Are you a virgin?" My rapidly reddening face, look of shock and helpless stammering was obviously the response he was after, and he and his mates erupted into raucous laughter -- nothing warm and friendly about it -- more mean and spiteful. Lucifer was definitely a more appropriate name. Didn't stop me jacking off as I fantasized about him that night in bed, though.
Oddly enough, the friendship and intense romance I had been hoping for when he first entered the room never eventuated that year. The only time Gabriel ever deigned to converse with me was to ask for my help on his French translation or to poke fun at me. And yet, no matter what he said or what he did, I felt a stirring, both emotional and physical.
Gabriel developed a reputation over the year as a smart-arse and troublemaker, often in trouble for minor things with his teachers and Deans. He was a boarder and only really had two close friends it seemed. Stuart was a year older than Gabriel and kinda cute in a Billy-Bob Thornton sort of way, if you get what I mean. Not the smartest cookie in the tin, but a tight ass, furry legs and a mischievous smile. It was Lee who lent the trio the air of intrigue and who sowed the seeds of doubt in my mind about Gabriel's "beyond my reach" status -- not to mention his sexuality. Lee was a queen in every way. He strutted around like royalty, constantly preening himself, and most likely used enough hair spray in his bouffant to create his own ozone hole. What's more, he was camp as a Boy Scout jamboree. Just how straight could my angel be if Lee was his best mate?
It was early in the 4th form that I got my answer. On the first day of the school year, on a typical sweltering summer afternoon in late January, I trudged into Mr Maffey's economics class, the first to arrive, and plonked myself in the corner in line with the door to the room -- about as far away from Mr Maffey's woollen vests and walk shorts as I could get.
When Gabriel walked in soon after and sat down in the next row and one desk in front (i.e.: at my two o'clock), the by now familiar mix of emotions swept over me -- excitement, joy, fear and mistrust. He arranged his books on his desk, the swivelled in his seat, his eyes boring into mine, and said, "You ever find this heat makes you really horny?" He then proceeded to adjust what was obviously a rock hard cock in his shorts while I fought bravely but in vain not to fall off my chair in shock. I think I creamed myself, too, though I can't be sure, as I don't remember anything of the next day and a half till I came out of shock.
I really didn't know what to make of it to be honest. I mean, obviously I was excited. Hell, that's an understatement. For days after, my jack off sessions, which usually revolved around me doing all sorts of nasty things with Gabriel that you won't find in the Bible, resulted in me shooting my load clean over my head, though I did shoot myself in the eye three times and had to blow cum out of my nose on five separate occasions.
At the same time, the mistrust that had built up over the previous year of teasing tempered my eagerness to pursue something with him. I thought perhaps there was a chance he was genuinely hinting that he was after a bit of fun, and yet I couldn't shake the fear that the moment I made any move or suggestion, he would leap in the air with a resounding, "Ah-haaa!" and run around school telling every potentially poof-pummelling bully he could find. So I did what most scared-shitless small town closet-cases do -- nothing.
It was about two weeks later in Economics, with the seat directly in front of me empty, Gabriel again sitting at my 2 o'clock, and Maffey droning on and on about the basics of supply and demand on the money-free paradise of Barter Island, that he floored me again. I was drifting into my well honed trick of allowing my eyes to lose focus, tuning out the sounds around me and floating around in my imagination, whilst seemingly sitting there looking at Mr Maffey attentively when Gabriel tapped the leg of his desk to get my attention. My eyes focused in time to see the head of Gabriel's cock clearly outlined as it strained to break free of the fabric of the lining of his shorts pocket.
I fought strongly to control myself this time, and succeeded (apart from popping an instant woody). I tore my bulging eyes away from Gabriel's crotch and gave him a lopsided grin, mouthing the word, "Damn!" while making a show of adjusting my own straining cock. Regrettably, I made a little too much of a show of adjusting myself and looked in vain for a rock to hide under when Maffey's voice reached across the room and grabbed me by the balls, saying, "Something more important to do, have you Orson? Pocket billiards, perhaps?"
Gabriel laughed, but shot me a sympathetic look and a wink before joining the others in pulling out a stick and some marshmallows to roast over my lobster-red face.
If I'd had any social life, it would no doubt have dried up in the wake of my all-too public "exposure" at the hands of Maffey and his army of menacing merino vests. Fortunately, no such social life existed and I was left to wash more cum off my wall and out of my hair as my latest experience led me to develop calluses on my hands and friction burns on my foreskin, so fast and furiously (and often) was I flogging what would soon be a dead horse if I did not spare the rod a little more.
It was mid-February, as temperatures soared above 35 degrees Celsius, that it finally happened -- an opportunity presented itself and all my fears and mistrust were swept aside by something far more powerful -- pure, unbridled burning teenage lust.
It was the first class after lunch on a Friday afternoon and most people staggered into class late, the heat slowing everyone down, teachers included. I had headed inside in search of cooler temperatures about five minutes early and for reasons of sanity, sat close to the windows, where a breeze was blowing softly through from the shade of the trees outside the building. It also meant I couldn't see through the window in the door -- and no one could see me sitting in the class.
Gabriel walked in soon after me and gave me a beaming smile as he sauntered over to the desk directly in front of me and sat down, running his hands through his hair and breathing heavily, the heat obviously taking its toll on him. I don't know whether it was the heat in general, or the heat radiating off him, but when he leaned back, his head on my desk, looked into my eyes and puckered up as though waiting for a kiss, I promptly held his head down with my hands and planted a big, wet kiss on his lips.
He broke free of my grip and swivelled around in his seat, staring at me open mouthed and wide eyed. I'm guessing he wasn't expecting it, and I feared he would beat the crap out of me. I tried to say I was sorry, but couldn't seem to get any words out at all; I was so stunned at what I had done. Gabriel reached forward and grabbed me by the front of my shirt and pulled me towards him, his eyes boring into mine. The shock in his eyes suddenly disappeared and what I can only describe as hunger and mirth took its place as he pressed his lips against mine and kissed me again, driving his tongue between my quivering lips and reaching around with his free hand to the back of my head to pull me towards him.
He finally let me go, sat back and said with a twinkle in his eye, "I've been waiting since the first day in French last year to do that."
We both adjusted our boners and just sat there grinning at each other. I didn't know what to say. As you can probably tell, I'm not bad with words, but I was still stunned into silence. I just gave him a goofy grin and said, "Yeah, me too."
We both heard the sluggish footsteps of overcooked students approaching at the same time and Gabriel quickly leaned forward and said, "Go into the end cubicle in the new toilet block straight after last class and I'll meet you there. I'll be there about 3.30."
Maffey could have discovered Atlantis, a cure for cancer and life on Mars for all I knew in the next hour, coz I was in another world -- a world in which Gabriel had no clothes on and I was doing things with him that would make the Mayors of Sodom and Gomorrah blush.
When the final bell rang, I bolted for the door, my cock still hard and my heart beating a million miles an hour. There were three guys standing at the urinal when I walked into the new toilet block. I didn't even slow down to see if I could catch a glimpse of their cocks -- I just headed straight for the last stall, terrified that someone else might be in it.
I had about ten minutes before Gabriel would be there, and had to fight the urge to jack off and release the tension that had been building up for the past two hours. The sound of flies being zipped up and piss splattering against the urinal didn't help things either. Being a Friday, everyone was mad keen to get away from school and start enjoying the weekend, and before long, I was the only one in the toilets. I kept checking my watch, counting down the seconds.
A few minutes after half past, just as I was convincing myself he wasn't coming, footsteps echoed off the puke-green linoleum floor and someone stepped up onto the metal grille of the urinal right in front of my stall. I heard him unzip, then he stretched and said, "God I need this."
I recognised his voice straight away, opened the door, boner waving in the breeze and said, "Get your sweet ass in here, angel." He turned around, cock hanging out and a huge grin on that gorgeous face and walked towards me.
As the door swung shut behind him, he pressed himself against me and kissed me deeply and hungrily, his cock beginning to harden against mine. I freed my lips from his mouth and said, "Dammit, I nearly lost control and jacked off listening to all those guys taking a piss -- what took you so long?"
He ignored my question, raised one eyebrow and smirked at me before saying, "You get turned on listening to guys take a slash, huh?"
I realised what I had said and was worried that all my waiting and restraint would be in vain as he took off in disgust. I wouldn't say I was into watersports as such, I mean I didn't really even know much about it and had certainly never thought about piss in the sense of it being a form of sexual play, though I did like pissing on myself in the shower, and it was a turn on listening to a guy pissing. Something in his face made me feel safe in being honest, so I admitted it was something of a turn on.
"Good," he said, "Coz I am dying to go." With that he pushed me to my knees and touched his half hard cock to my lips. I opened, not quite understanding what was going on. I hadn't even had the chance to get a good look at his cock and was about to let it slip out of my mouth to admire it when the piss started flowing. He must have been drinking a lot of water to cope with the heat, coz there wasn't much flavour. Probably a good thing, coz if it had been strong, I think I would have pulled off and ended up with rank piss all over my school uniform. As it was, I swallowed the first mouthful, getting even hornier as I realised I was drinking Gabriel's sweet nectar. He really let loose and I could hardly swallow fast enough to keep up -- he wasn't kidding earlier when he said he needed to go! Jesus Christ! My little angel must have a bladder the size a Chevy Impala's gas tank!
I kept slurping and trying to swallow, even as the flow dried up. His cock was rapidly hardening in my mouth and he had to pull my head off him to make me stop, saying, "Fuck, stop before you make me cum!!! Fucking hell! Where did you learn to suck like that?"
"Um, I dunno -- this is my first time." Which was not strictly true of course. I had sucked on a banana a few times after using my teeth to sculpt a "head" on the end of it -- hey come on -- give a horny teenager a break. Here I was, almost 14, got my first pubes at 10 and was shooting pretty decent loads by the time I was 11 and a half -- you expect me to be celibate? Actually, if the Pastor of our church was to be believed, yes, that was the general idea. Of course, he didn't know I'd been having jack-off sessions with his son since I was 11.
I took my first close look at Gabriel's dick. God it was nice. Certainly lived up to what I'd expected, given the rest of him. About 5 inches long, it was circumcised, unlike my own, with a smooth, well formed head and an equally smooth shaft, no trace of scarring you sometimes see on circumcised guys. The shaft curved gracefully upwards from a small thatch of glossy golden pubes, soft and silky like his hair. I leaned forward and nestled my nose in them, inhaling his scent as I felt his cock twitch against my cheek.
After I had taken my fill of his musky smell, I pulled back again. A glistening strand of pre-cum connected his head to my cheek where his cock had rested against me, slowly stretching, then breaking off, falling down against my chin. I ran my finger over it, and then licked it off my fingertip, savouring the faintly salty yet sweet taste.
As I watched, his cock twitched again, another pearl of pre-cum oozing out of his piss-slit. It began to run slowly down the hard, smooth shaft towards the most magnificent pair of balls I have ever seen. They were the size of walnut shells and hung quite low in a beautifully smooth, hairless sac. I waited till the rivulet of pre-cum reached halfway down the middle of his scrotum then sucked them both carefully into my mouth, washing my tongue gently across the smooth skin, rolling his balls around in my mouth. He moaned quietly, digging his fingers into my scalp, his knees buckling slightly.
I wanted more of this and ran my tongue up the underneath of his shaft, following the trail of nectar to its source. I took the head of his cock in my mouth, sliding my tongue back and forth across the sensitive underside of his head, then forming my tongue into a point and running it directly up the centre of the head from bottom to top, then back to the piss slit and slowly pushed my tongue inside it, opening it up as far as I could, digging deeper for more liquid silk.
Gabriel moved his hands to the sides of my head and began making gentle thrusting motions, pushing slowly and sensually into my mouth. I glanced up at his face. His eyes were closed, his tongue running across his lips- I nearly shot my load at that sight. My God he is absolutely stunning.
I took his whole head and half his shaft in my mouth, sucking as though my life depended on it, massaging the sides of his shaft with my cheeks and swirling my tongue across the underside of his head every time it was with range. One hand moved up and down the bottom half of his shaft in time with the strokes of my mouth, adding to the pleasure he was receiving, while the other stroked his balls, somewhat slick with his sweet sweat and my saliva from the tongue bath I had given them just seconds before.
I varied both my rhythm and speed, occasionally pulling his cock out of my mouth and swirling my tongue and lips roughly up and down the sides and underneath of his shaft, drawing his head in as though I was trying to suck a cherry off its stalk. Every time I changed my rhythm or upped the intensity of my sucking actions, his knees would quiver, his hands would grip my head tighter, and I would hear either a sharp intake of breath through clenched teeth or he would emit a small, sharp, "Oh!" We were both in Heaven. I didn't give a damn whether he was Gabriel or Lucifer -- he was my forbidden fruit and I was going to draw as much pleasure from him as I possibly could.
I don't know how much time passed -- it could have been a few minutes, it could have been fifteen (considering we were both young teens, and the intensity with which I was going at him, it was probably the former), when he gripped my head tightly, his knees began to shake noticeably and his cock began to harden and expand slightly. As he muttered, "Oh, fuck meeeeee!" between tightly clenched teeth, his cock jerked in my mouth and the first spurt of cum to ever enter my mouth shot straight down my throat. I didn't even have time to taste it, and pulled back slightly so I could savour what was to come. His cock spasmed about eight more times in rapid succession, each time shooting a powerful jet of the most beautifully creamy, smooth cum across my tongue, coating my mouth and quickly filling it to the point where I had to swallow. A few more smaller spurts and he was spent, his still hard cockhead resting against my tongue, essence of Gabriel overpowering my taste buds.
I got up off my knees and planted a slow, deep and cum-coated kiss on his lips, feeling his pulse against my mouth, his heart against my chest as his tongue scoured my mouth for more of his sweet juice.
After about a minute, he broke the kiss, looked down and laughed, "Jesus. Did you have to make such a mess?" I looked down to see both his left leg and the front of my shorts absolutely covered in my cum. I must have been humping his leg as I blew him and been so caught up in his orgasm that I didn't even notice my own.
We cleaned up, exchanged another passionate kiss and promised to repeat the episode the next week at school.
Well guys, that's my first ever story. I would love some feedback and also some suggestions of what you want in the next episode! You can email me on wsluvver@yahoo.com
Cheers, dudes,
Kane Orson xx