It was summer time in the 90's. All of the grunge bands like Nirvana were the rage. Seattle influence. Starbucks stores opening. Jean jackets with band patches. I was in high school, and hung out with this crowd. My long blonde hair probably weighed more than my, tall lithe frame and lack of confidence. The pep rallies were fun. At least that's what I heard. I was behind the school smoking cigarettes. Marlboro reds. They were everyone's brand. Used to get them for a $1.50 underage. Back then restaurants had the machines, that you entered quarters in, and voila out came your selection. I'd get the pack and tap the top of it. Then with matches or a lighter, get a nice buzz off of them.
High school football games were fun. I'd go and find other punks. I was 6 feet tall, and probably weighed 150 pounds. Always wearing the rock band shirts. Converse all stars. Brut deodorant. Regularly in trouble for skipping. We had a park close by. Why go to school? Plus this week my parents were out of town. Host a party? Nope. That damn nosy neighbor of mine would call the police. Not a good idea. Already had enough problems. Was awkward and didn't hang with the cool kids. Unremarkable with low self esteem. Outcast.
Finally had my drivers license though. Worked as a bus boy at a family restaurant. I was the only white boy doing this. It's where I learned Spanish. Plus I learned how to multitask and work with people. This was a big deal. At the time my goal was to go to community college. Make money quick. It wasn't realistic. For awhile I hustled Herbalife. That didn't make much despite its "just around the corner potential." This week I'd skip school. Junior year was meaningless. Would smoke cigarettes discreetly. Also had my friend Gary around me.
He knew everything about me. I knew all about him. We grew up on parallel streets. As kids we traded baseball cards and comic books. It was so exciting watching Wrestlemania, that his parents got us by pay per view. I liked Jimmy "the Butterfly Snooka," he was all about Hulk Hogan. Was the rumor Butterfly killed someone in the ring true? Our excitement as Hulk picked up Andre the Giant to win. Us playing Dungeons and Dragons. And now me planning on being in his pants again.
It all had started off innocently enough. We both knew we were gay. It was fun when we'd rub our penises together, even when we had mere peach fuzz growing down there. His cock had grown a lot. Like most guys I didn't notice mine had earlier. Now we were at my folks house and it was a weekday. We had skipped school. We had smoked cigarettes the night before, and given each other handjobs. As usual he wore no underwear. I had orange boxers on from Britches of Georgetown, but he took them off. It felt great to have our genitals together. Or our hands on each other's cocks. His penis was a good size. Probably 7 inches or so. Brown pubic hair and a washboard belly too. My pubes were black. The carpets matched the drapes.
It felt so pleasant to, have him touch my shaft. Gary would hold my balls in his finger, probing them causing me wonderful agony. Oh I'd get so hard, and after he stroked me would explode white sperm everywhere. I liked to make him cum on my nipples. The hot thicky goo turned me on. Both of us liked our balls played with from behind. Different nerve endings maybe. We also liked it, when either of us stood behind, giving a handjob. I always wanted to feel his long hard shaft up. He just had such a nice penis, and his body heat and cum shots were epic.
Yet finally I had to tell him. We were on the couch naked. Both of us heated. Hard. I told Gary how I wanted to suck his penis. At first he didn't know what to say before his jeans came off. He was spread eagle. His cock was hard, and precum was at the tip. This was my first time, but I started to lick his shaft.He moaned with pleasure. Seeing him smile I licked his shaft. Soon his musky salty penis was in my lips. I clenched them around his sex organ. Precum globs came up, and they extended from my lips. This was such a turn on. I went down and sucked on mhis nuts. Licking his scrotum, I knew he was losing it, as they started to tighten up.
I was finally giving him a blowjob. It had been desired. His penis went in and out of my mouth, and even more precum gushed into me. Sucking with purpose, the clicking noise and pheromones told me I was going to be close. His genitals were mine. They were easy to manipulate with my tongue. I had him begging me to continue to let him cum. Soon , as I sent shockwaves of sensual hotness throughout his body, and his moaning intensify.
I had him. He felt my penis up. His soft warm hands would guarantee a gigantic orgasm. I liked his hands on my sensitive nipples, and what could Gary be doing, than donating to my mouth. I continued to deep throat him, with reckless thoroughness, and a new direction of tongue swirling. Feeling him buckle, and his legs turned to jello. The cum was so tasty, thick, and fulfilling as finally I could say a man's DNA has tasted soft and refreshing.