The Chase Stories

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I sat my tray down at my usual place at the.Jock's Table in the cafeteria.

"Hey Kyle! Can I crib from your calc homework? I didn't get finished with mine!"

"Sure Dave. Don't get that ketchup on it." I rooted in my pack and passed it over.

"Whoa son! What da fuck happened to your voice? You sound like Foghorn Fucking Leghorn!"

I grinned: "Just my hay fever, I feel fine, no temp or nothing."

"Yeah hay fevers a bitch!"

Chase slipped into the seat beside me. His tray held double orders of fish and two bowls of tomato soup and a couple of yeast rolls. Friday lunch was his favourite.

"Hey guys, what's up?"

"Nothing" "Jack Shit!" "Not a damn thing" Chorused our buddies.

Chase started attacking his food. I turned to speak to Jay and then his brother chimed in about the upcoming holiday weekend. It was no different from any other lunch on any other day.

With all the changes in my life since Thursday I welcomed the normality.

Chase turned his head in my direction and I leaned closer to hear him over the crowd noise.

"You're giving me a hard on."

I kept my eyes roving on our buddies chattering away.

"How? I'm not doing anything!"

"It's your voice. You sound realllllly sexy with that deepness and scratchy effect, and I'm just thinking how it got that way!"

I turned red and sipped my drink.

Chase grinned at me.

"Okay", I thought to myself, "l can play this!"

I leaned into him as he slurped soup:

"I've really been wanting to chew on your pecs lately. Think I could get some nipple time this holiday weekend?"

Chase choked on his soup and had to napkin up his face.

Jay popped off: "Damn Chase, you know how those spoons are supposed to work, right?

Amanda Jackson was in our line of sight. I chimed in: "I was just telling Chase that Amanda's tits have their own zip code."

Dave snorted: "Got that right! Wish I was the MALEMAN for that zip code!"

Lunch was over and we were all putting our trays up when Chase braced me in the corner.

"You got calc next right?"

"Yup"

"in 20 minutes meet me in the restroom near the band room. I got something to discuss with you."

He seemed hot under the collar but I was clueless.

I kept checking the clock above the door in my calc class, and 15 minutes in I walked up to Mrs Sutton's desk:

"I really gotta go! I think it was those cafeteria burritos!"

"I wouldn't doubt that for a minute! Off you go!" I was a troublefree student, she liked me.

I strode quickly down the quiet corridors and pushed opened the restroom door.

To be promptly slammed against the inside of the door! I mean slammed hard!

"You think you're funny, boy? You think you're too cute to be fucked up?"

"What the living fuck is your problem Chase? What the hell is this about?" His hands were bunched up at my shirt collar.

He took some deep gulps of air and backed away from my face two or three inches.

He growled at me: "It wasn't enough I got a boner listening to your sexy raspy voice, you had to make it steel hard by talking about chewing my pecs! I'm supposed to be paying attention in fucking French, and I'm in pain cause my dick is locked tight because of you and your fucking pervy kinks!"

He let go of my shirt. He kept me braced against the door. No one could get in without us moving and it would just look like a jam up as 3 people tried to get in and out.

He yanked up his shirt and put the hem behind his head. He pushed his chest closer to my face.

"Go ahead boy. There they are. Big hard pecs and two big nipples. You better get to work now, boy, cause my fucking patience is at an end!"

I jammed my head down and latched on to the first pec I could! My mouth glided smoothly leaving a spit trail as I blindly sought his nipple. It was unimaginablely sexy to have his big chest to worship and I sprang an instant boner.

I moved to the other one. Chase pressed me harder against the door, jamming my face against the hot skin of his muscles.

I moaned.

"Shut up!"

I crammed more pec into my mouth, and I noted with pleasure the redness of his nipples after my hard sucking. I ate the living hell out of his chest.

"Kyle!"

"Yes sir!"

"You better leave your fucking mark on those pecs! I wanna feel your teeth and I wanna look down tonight and see some fucking teethmarks!

Sign your fucking work boy, if you're so fucking proud of it!"

He groaned deeply when I bit down. He groaned low and long as I marked both meaty pecs. It sounded as if I was marking his soul and not just his body.

He pushed me away. Pulled his shirt hem back down. Adjusted his hard on so it wasn't quite as obvious under his shirt. Nodded at me matter-of-factly and said:

"You ready buddy? We gotta get back."

My face was spit soaked from sliding around on his chest. I stepped to a sink and splashed some water on it. Adjusted my hard on too, pulled out my shirt so the hem would hide it.

"Yeah stud, I'm good."

"Text me tonight. No, call me. Nothing in print. Call me."

We walked out. Turned to separate and a low growl caught my ear:

"You happy, fucker?"

"Yes sir!"

"Good. Call me."

My parents and I went to Fatboy Slim's for dinner. Had a good meal, talked about nothing in particular and got home by 8:00.

I punched in Chase's number. He answered immediately and said:

"Hey. What's the plan for this weekend? My mom's flying to Utah to visit her sister, and Dad is going out west till Monday night with his college roommate to fish at Lake Tahoe."

"Mine are going to see my sister at Vanderbilt. I offered to stay home, watch the house, feed the dog."

"Okay. It all works. I'll call you when my folks clear town and if yours are gone I'll be over. Plan on me spending the night, so clean up your pig sty bedroom, change the sheets, and for fuck's sake, spray some Glade or some shit. Your room always smells like a dog."

"That's cause Ranger sleeps in my room!"

"Fuck don't I know it. Ever heard of washing your dog?"

"Okay, talk to you tomorrow. Hey! You still there?"

"Yeah, what?"

"Hows that buff chest look?"

"Looks like I hugged a fucking wolverine. One last thing: Don't jack off before you see me!"

The call dropped and I looked to my bulge. I guess imy plan was now jackus interruptus. I had Latin for fifth period.

I hit the sack early. It had been an emotionally exhausting two days and sleep was welcome.

Morning sun streamed in my windows.

I got moving. Ranger was always ready for breakfast and I was too.

After we ate I let him in the fenced back yard and turned to my chores.

Two hours later I took stock:

Parents off? Right after breakfast. Check. Room picked up? Check. Sheets changed? Check. Air freshener deployed? Check. Heart thumping? Check!

I went to the backyard to play with Ranger.

I was trying not to think ahead too far, just kinda ease into the day you know. Take it as it comes, no worries, just gonna have Chase hang out a while, no big deal.

My phone buzzed and I dropped it in the grass trying to answer it. Maybe I was a bit shaky.

"Clear dude?"

"Straight up clear. Nobody back until Monday."

"On my way."

No more than 10 minutes later I heard Chase's truck pull in, then a slam as he shut the driver's side door.

"Around back!" I yelled.

He turned the corner of the house and Ranger burst into happy woofs.

"Danger Ranger! Hey big boy, how's that good dog?"

Ranger took off zigzagging around the yard, woofing for Chase. They always did this. Chase took after him and tried to pull his tail.

Ranger loved playing "pull my tail".

I went to Chase's truck and grabbed his tote bag and took it up to my room. A few minutes later Chase walked in and looked around. For some reason my heart was really pounding.

"Hey! You get a good boy for this! Looks and smells like a human lives here!"

He sat down at my computer chair and stared at me. Didn't say anything, just stared.

"Yeah? So?"

He nailed my eyes with his. "Well, everyone is gone but you and me."

"So?"

"So I'm wondering why you're still dressed!"

I flushed hard, my skin pinking quickly.

"So you want me naked?" My heart thumped and I started to bone up.

"Yes. Actually, naked, and on your knees."

I kicked off my sneaks and peeled off my socks while standing.

I started unbuttoning my shirt, but my hands were kinda shaky. I finally pulled it off.

I unsnapped my cargo shorts. Stepped out of them and faced Chase with my boner tenting out my briefs.

"Naked stud. I said naked! You need to pay the fuck attention when I speak to you!"

I stripped my briefs and remembered just in time to go to my knees.

I can't explain it, but I felt strangely helpless, though I was exactly where I wanted to be. A drop of precum fell to the carpet. My heart thudded in my chest and I felt it in my head.

"How you feeling there Kyle? You look kinda hot and bothered, big boner dripping, face all frowny, hair falling in your eyes. Tell me about it Kyle. This weekend is about you too."

"I guess I'm just excited. You know, pit of my stomach excited, tight balled excited. Wondering."

"Wondering what?"

"What you're gonna do with me. Wondering when I get it in my mouth.

Wondering if you're gonna tell me what to do or make me try and guess and then laugh at me when I fail."

"Wondering that maybe that you want somebody better. Wondering if I can be good enough to keep you happy."

I ducked my head.

"I'll tell you how it is Kyle. Put the fire-me bullshit outa your mind! We got too much history together. I belong to you and you belong to me! That's fucking settled fact! We're just gonna study up on some of the finer points of friendship!"

It was like there was no gravity in the room! I felt like floating up!

I had really been weighted down by my "two inch" failure, and to hear Chase reassure me was

a load off my spirit.

I couldn't really think of a way to show him my relief, my gratitude, until it hit me:

Still kneeling I shouted:

"COCKSUCKER!"

"I'M YOUR COCKSUCKER!"

"AND I LOVE IT!"

It was the loudest I had ever been able to proclaim it and it thrilled me to hear my deep raspy voice bounce off the walls of my room. A warm happy flush spread through my body. I dripped more cock syrup.

How long had I jacked off to thoughts of Chase in this room? At least four years I guess. I had been infatuated with him since we became teenagers, my dreams of touching his tight body, feeling his growing muscles, and inhaling his jock scent fuelling my emerging sexuality.

When the first fleeting thought of actually going down on him burst into my psyche my hard ons turned into daily steely rigidity. Jacking furiously, I only had to close my eyes and open my lips to squirt a rope of cum that would splatter me up to my face. When it struck my own lips, as it often did, I kept pulling on my dick as I licked my lips, pretending it was his cum, not mine.

Now, here in that same room, in my same bed, I knew I'd be committing indecent acts with my body for the pleasure of his body. I accepted that knowledge with sure and happy certainty.

I shuddered with anticipation and my boner was leaking precum like a faucet.

"So what do you think we need to talk about young stud?"

"I guess that I mean that probably you'd like to maybe..."

"Kyle! Stop babbling! You guess and think what?"

"That we need to talk about how I can better accommodate your big dick down my throat?" "Sir." I added.

"Got it in one, studboy. That's exactly top of the agenda! Those last two inches are bugging both of us, and we gotta get rid of this issue!

What else?"

"And how I need to pay more attention to your moods, so I can be attuned when you wanna be left alone or when you need a massage, or when you want your pecs bit or when you need me to get you something to drink or I can wash your truck, or maybe eat out your ass or maybe help you get dressed or undressed or maybe do your calculus homework or pick up a pizza before I come over or if you need me to drive you somewhere or something, anything really!"

"You have been pondering haven't you? I'm impressed! After all, attitude is everything!" He chuckled. "Seems like I heard that somewhere before!"

He knew it was my motto and I loved his teasing.

"So Kyle, tell me about the two inch problem. What's your solution?"

"Practice."

"That's it? Just practice?"

"Well, yeah, I mean I don't see you cutting off two inches and I don't see my neck growing two inches longer. I think with regular practice I can overcome my reflexes, suppress the pain and open up all the way for you."

"I've only given two blowjobs in my life Chase! I think I'm doing pretty good considering that horsecock you strut around with!"

"Granted you have a point about my "horsecock" as you so delicately put it, I'm not sure practice is the best solution. And yes, I do agree you're gonna be a superstar of fellatio when we get you more experience.

But I think we have to approach this from a different angle,"

"What do you mean?"

"Come over here and start undressing me. You seemed to like that idea, seeing as how your boner bounced when you mentioned it."

I immediately untied his sneaks, stripped both socks off and leaned to kiss his insteps and nibble them with my teeth. Chase had beautiful feet. They were size twelve and light blond fuzz stopped at his ankles. They tasted good!

He stood up as I unbuttoned his shorts and then, as he stepped out of them said. "Shirt."

I grasped the hem of his shirt and lifted. His navel came into view and immediately my knees weakened. I wanted to bury my tongue in it. But then his creamy nipples appeared and I gasped as my teeth marks showed in a perfect semicircle on his pecs. I had marked him all right. I guess I bit harder than I realised.

He lifted his arms as I pulled his shirt over his head and before he could lower them, I jammed my face into one of his armpits. Chase had such light blond and sparse hair in them, you at first thought he shaved them.

I licked assiduously while inhaling all his scent I could. A deep dark masculine taste entered my mouth and curled around my brain. I switched to his other pit and walked my tongue through that hidden place.

I couldn't help it...high on his scent I started jacking off. Chase slapped my hand away, and said:

"Use your hands to take down my briefs, not to play with yourself!"

I moved my face back to his first pit and lost myself in it again as my hands pulled his briefs out and over his stiffie. He leaned against me as he stepped out of them.

I knew this weekend was gonna seriously mindfuck me, given we hadn't even got into bed yet and I was already wondering how my tongue could take up residence in his armpits. I knew I was doomed.

"Go lie down on your bed."

I moved toward my queen-sized four poster which had been in the family since before I was born. I propped up a couple of pillows and settled comfortably in. My dick arched up from my muscular frame.

Chase stepped to my closet, opened the door, reached in and withdrew four neckties from the tie rack hanging inside the door.

"We dressing to celebrate Boner Day?"

Chase showed the goofy grin I liked so much.

"You trust me buddy?"

"You know it!"

"You know I'd never deliberately hurt you, I mean seriously hurt you?"

"Right, sure."

"Thursday night I heard someone say they loved me. Of course, that person was cum drunk at the time so that may not have counted."

I looked down, embarrassed. My cock was throbbing out a steady flow of syrup.

"No. It counts. The cum just helped me say it."

"Good boy!"

He handed me the neckties.

"Ask me to bind you!"

i goggled. "Why? I'm not planning on running away!"

"Think it thru puppy dog. We've got something to take care of. Look, Kyle, I know I'm hot, and I'm strong too. But let's be serious. You're a muscled up All State stud wrestling champion."

"You have your own brand of hotness, and part of your heat is the reality I might not be able to take you if we ever seriously went rough with each other. You're intimidating in several ways and I'm not gonna make the mistake of underestimating you "

"I still don't get it! We both know I want to suck your dick! We both know that's why we're here! We both know I'm gonna practice like a motherfucker until I can eat it all the way!"

"There's been a change of plans."

"What?, I don't..."

"You've been learning at your own pace -- sure, it's been a fun ride and I don't have any serious criticism, but buddy, you need some leadership"

"How?"

"I'm gonna throatfuck you into submission. I'm gonna do push-ups in your mouth. I'm taking charge of your practice sessions."

I felt dizzy all of a sudden. I looked down at my neckties clutched in my hands.

"I'm gonna bust the hymen down at your collarbone just as if you were a virgin chick spreading her legs for the first time."

I squirmed, whether from lust or fear, I don't know.

Chase pointed at my hands: "You're gonna ask me to tie you up so you can't throw me off you when your body is reacting instinctively."

"Kyle, buddy, I'm going to throatfuck you no matter how long it takes or how hard you resist. I'm going to force my last two inches down your gullet and from then on you'll be able to handle it on your own. We both know it has to be done."

He strode over and yanked me to my feet. Our cocks collided.

"YOU'RE MY FUCKING COCKSUCKER AND I HAVE A RIGHT TO YOUR BODY!"

I was breathing in his expelled oxygen, inhaling it so I could share the same molecules with him. Our faces were only an inch or two apart.

"You're gonna take it because it's what you want! You can't hide the truth from me! I watched as you gulped my jock juice as if you'd been starving for it all your life! I fucking know you Kyle! I see it in your eyes! I see it in that leaky dick!"

"And besides -- you have a right to those last two inches! Man up and claim them!"

My mouth was dry and it was hard to stand when I wanted to be on my knees, wanted to submit, wanted to worship. I leaned into Chase so I could press my body into his.

"It's gonna be rough. It's gonna be uncomfortable for you. It's gonna be hard on me putting you through it. I wish it could be easier.

We both have to commit to this."

He took my head in both hands. I kept sucking in his breath.

"Yesterday, when I woke up and you were going down on me, you said: "Listen to what your dick's telling you." That's good advice buddy.

My dick is telling me the hard way is the best way. What's that big boner of yours telling you?"

That big boner of mine was bolt upright and sticky from head to nuts with the leaked syrup I couldn't control. No question what he wanted!

Me, on the other hand, didn't know whether to shit or go blind.

Thinking about the power in Chase's lean body, knowing how focused he could get, knowing he was dead serious about ramming that horsecock to the hilt, man, I just didn't know! I did know his big swimmer's shoulders could power a drilling of my face that would exhaust my endurance.

I trusted Chase, that was true. I wanted his dick, too. But being forcefucked with that thing? I mean, the length was challenging enough, but it was thick from top to bottom. I mean serious the fuck thick.

"Calm your ass down!" I said to myself. Hadn't I gotten as far as two inches from the bottom on my own? It was both the hardest and the hottest thing I had ever done.

I gulped air. I looked around my room. My eyes flashed over my trophies, roamed past framed pics of me as the ref raised my arm in victory, settled on my singlet by the closet.

I stared at my prize possession, my All State Championship trophy. I shifted my eyes down to Chase's cock. I looked back up and met his green eyed laser beams.

"I won one fucking championship against long odds Chase. You were there cheering for me."

"I'm going to win this championship against long and thick odds. You gonna cheer for me this time, when I defeat your big dick in a fair fight?"

He put his big arms around me. Let one hand drift down to clasp my butt cheek. He whispered in my ear:

"I always cheer my heart out for you when you're fighting Kyle! This time will be no different."

He slowly trailed his hand from my butt to my hard on. I gasped! Chase had never touched me there before and I was both afraid to react and desperate fo fall to my knees and jam on his dick.

"I've got you buddy. Got your dick drool leaking on my hand. Holding your big stud boner in the same hand I hold mine. I could bring you off or bring you to your knees, my choice."

"But my hand on your hard dick is my oath buddy. I'm gonna be both participant and referee in this match, but you have my word I'll be fair."

He squeezed my cock and I slumped against his hard body. I laid my head on his shoulder. He brought his hand up to my face and held it there for me to lick clean. I pretended it was his syrup.

I walked over to my closet and took my singlet off the hanger. I climbed into it and slipped the straps up over my shoulders. I bulged obscenely against the thin material.

Chase tracked my every move with his high beams. He questioned me with a look.

"Wrestlers lose matches when they're on their back and can't get up.

I won All State in this singlet, and I'm gonna win this match too. AND I'LL FUCKING WIN IT FROM MY BACK!"

I knelt again, handed up the four neckties. His throbber was an inch from my face.

I kissed his teen dickhead, stood, walked over to my bed and spread out so my wrists and ankles could be bound by love.

"Call the fucking match, CockMaster, The All State Champion challenges all comers!"

My rough raspy voice hung in the air.