Disclaimer: This story involves sex between minors; if you are not 18 or older, or if this kind of story is illegal in the place where you live do not continue beyond this point. If this kind of story offends you please do not continue either. The names of characters used in this story and all its parts are completely fictional and similarity to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
This is the first story that I am posting. I have written several other stories, many based on events in my life; some inspired by them and some are just plain fantasies that I WISHED were events in my life.
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The Freshman, Part 6
I couldn't keep my eyes off Jed Ward as I sat and pretended to be taking notes in English class. He didn't once look over at me, however. Not even a quick glance. My boner was painfully erect and even though it hurt, I couldn't help rubbing it. I was hoping that a repeat of the last two passing periods would take place again, this time with Jed. I waited patiently for another chance to have that God's member in my mouth, sucking his life juice drop by tasty drop.
RING!
The bell snapped me back from the brink of fantasy. I quickly gathered my things into my backpack and looked up to find Jed in the crowd of people exiting the classroom. He was just crossing the doorway into the hall when I finished packing my bag. I hopped up and sprinted for the door. I half-expected him to be waiting for me right outside the door, which he wasn't.
"Ok," I thought to myself. "I'll head for the nearest bathroom. He must be waiting for me there."
So off I went toward the boys' bathroom. I looked around briefly when I got there and didn't see Jed around or any other football jock for that matter. I walked into the bathroom and it, too, was empty. Disappointed, I stepped up to a urinal in the middle of the row, pulled my aching boner from my pants and tried to squeeze out some piss. One quick spurt, then a second and finally my cock relaxed enough to allow a semi-steady stream to shoot out. I looked over my shoulder when I heard the door open. In walked a tall black boy, followed by a chubby white boy. The black boy walked to the urinal two down from my left and the chubby boy two to my right. The chubby boy pushed himself as close to the urinal as he could, not allowing me any view of his privates, so I turned my slight gaze to the black boy on my left. He was not being nearly as shy about his massive package. I wasn't too attracted to boys of color, but I did marvel at his size and the thickness of his bulbous, purple head.
The door opened again and I watched a cute little sophomore walk in and take a place right next to me. He was smaller than me and it didn't look as if he'd reached puberty yet. I kept my attention focused on the wall in front of me as I listened to the sound of his zipper descending, followed by the splash of his stream hitting the porcelain. I slowly began to take a peak. He wasn't being too shy about hiding either and I got a perfect look at his tiny pecker. It was only about an inch and a half long, split equally between shaft and head. He was cut and there was a single roll of bunched skin up behind the head, so I knew he was at least a three inches when hard. His skin color was a pasty white and the head was the same white, only slightly pale blue. I could barely make out several wild hairs sprouting at the base of his soft little rod so I knew he was definitely making the change. My dick jumped, momentarily cutting off the stream of piss. I took a deep breath, trying to relax my boner and began pissing once again. I glanced over at the little boy and saw that he was ever so slightly stroking the underside of his balls. How I wanted to be the one doing it for him. I knew that they probably wouldn't produce anything, but I sure would have liked to try. I turned my attention back to the trickle of piss coming from my own dick and began to shake it off. At about the same time, I heard the boy next to me start to trickle off as well. I allowed myself one more look as he shook his little member of the final few droplets of piss and stuffed it back in his tight little boy pants. I, too, tucked mine away and followed his tight little ass out of the bathroom.
I stopped and watched him walk away in the opposite direction than I was going. I mouthed a "thank you" to his back and continued on my way to 4th period. The period came and went without anything exciting happening except that for the first time that day, my poor dick lost its erection. By the time the period came to its conclusion, my stomach was severely growling and I looked forward to lunch in the worst way. I was half way out the door as the bell rang and heading straight for the cafeteria. I must have been in a starvation-induced haze because it took me a few seconds to realize that I was no longer making forward progress. Clearing my head of dancing burritos, I realized that my backpack was being tugged from behind. I stopped fighting against it and turned to see what was holding me up.
"How's it goin' big guy," Jed said, flashing his big smile at me.
"Oh, hey," was all I said.
"Let's talk bud," he said as he put his massive arm around my diminutive shoulder and led me away. My stomach tried to protest with a deep growl, but my hardening dick made sure it was ignored as it awoke from its short slumber. "You know we're playing Oakridge next Friday," Jed said as we walked off campus toward the football field.
The Oakridge Scarlet Mustangs were our archrivals. I'm not exactly sure why that was, but every school has that one other school that you HAVE to beat in every way and Oakridge was ours.
"Yeah, you guys will kick their asses," I said confidently.
"Damn straight," Jed replied, smiling bigger than ever. "And you know that there are a lot of traditions that go on this week."
I nodded my head in agreement. He was right, there were many traditions that we all blindly performed to show our loyalty to our school and our pure distain for the Mustangs. There would be the burning of the Scarlet Mustang made of paper meche, the annual oak smashing festival, the non-stop pep rallies, dress-up days and contests, among other things. It was all silly, really, but it was about building school pride and enthusiasm. Besides, it gave everyone an excuse to be wacky and irresponsible.
"Well, there is a little tradition that the football team has too," he continued. "It's been going on for decades, since before our dads played here." He talked as if he were narrating a story as he stroked and kneaded my shoulder with his strong hand. I was listening intently to his story and felt a complete sense of contentment with his arm around me.
"You see, Josh," he went on, "every year before the big game, the team is pretty tense. After all, it is the biggest game of the year for us. So every year we have someone come in to help us... hmmm," he paused. "How should I say this? They help us relax." I looked up into his eyes and just nodded that I understood.
"Usually we have one of the cheerleaders helping us out," he said. "This year, though, they all are being prissy little bitches and won't go through with it. So I got together with the guys and they want you to come and take the place of the cheerleader."
"They want me?" I responded.
"Yeah," he replied with a big smile. "The guys like you and they know you are really good with your tongue," he said, winking at me. "A few of the guys weren't too sure, but you made believers out of them this morning."
So that's what this was all about. Drew and Tommy were testing my skills. Obviously they didn't partake in the little escapade in the showers two weeks ago.
"I see," I said dryly.
"You don't have to if you don't want to. We'd never force you into anything. We just know that you seem to be enjoying what's going on. I know Ed can be a bit of a dick, but that's just the way he is. He's funny that way."
I rubbed my still tender midsection. "Yeah," I said. "Very funny."
"So what do you think? Are you up for it?"
I rubbed my crotch. I was definitely UP, but I wasn't too sure about servicing the entire team. I mean, it's not like I didn't want to try, but it was a big job.
"You'll have to be fast, though," Jed continued. "We only have a half hour window of time before the game to get this all done. And there are 30 guys on the team. If you do two at once, that's only two minutes a pair. And if they don't cum, they'll be pissed."
"So I'd be sucking one guy and the other..."
"Up the ass bub," he said. "Is that not cool?"
"No, it's cool," I replied. "I just don't want to let anyone down."
"I understand," he said. "You have a week to think about it. You don't have to answer now, but at least let me know as soon as you can so I can find an alternative if you don't want to."
We stopped walking and he turned me to face him with both his hands on my shoulders.
"I know you can do it stud. You're the greatest," he said to me.
I smiled shyly and lowered my head from his gaze. My eyes locked on the clear outline of his hard dick in his jeans. One of his hands left my shoulder and began to rub his crotch.
"It's yours whenever you want it," he whispered to me.
I looked around and realized we were out behind the clubhouse and nobody was around. My eyes immediately went back to his dick. He was still rubbing it with his right hand. His left hand suddenly grabbed my hand and brought it to the bulge. My mouth began to water as I stroked and rubbed his erect cock.
"Oh yeah dude," he groaned. "Do it for me."
Without any further coercing, I knelt down in front of him and pulled his dick free. I watched lovingly as my tiny hands pumped his large cock, making the foreskin slide slowly up and down his slightly purple head. After about a dozen strokes, I took his tool in my mouth, achieving a sigh of pleasure from Jed. I ran my fingers through his white-blonde pubes and down to his full balls. His hands rubbed their way across my head and down my neck to my shoulders. He massaged them as I made love to his rod. I wasn't in a hurry to get him off, so I gently sucked on his dick, producing deep groans of approval. I sucked him for five minutes before he pulled his throbbing dick from my mouth.
"I want to fuck you Josh," he said sensually to me. I just nodded my agreement.
"Lay down on you back," he instructed me. I looked around and found and dry spot on the grass and laid back. Jed kneeled between my legs and took his jacket off and laid it next to us. He reached out and unzipped my pants and shucked them down along with my boxers in one rapid motion. I severely erect boner slapped up against my smooth belly. It glowed red against my pale skin. My entire body suddenly began to shiver, being exposed to the cool October air.
"It's ok," Jed said to me as he ran his warm hands down my trebling legs. I gasped suddenly as he brushed past my cock and balls and continued up my belly and under my shirt to my chest. I ground my hips up off the ground as he began to twist and tweak my nipples and I squealed like a girl. He released his grasp on them and placed one hand under my smooth bottom. With the other he grasped my rock hard member. He squeezed it gently and milked several drops of clear precum from the end. Just as it began to stream down toward the base of my dick, he ran his finger up along my shaft and collected the clear lubricant onto his index finger. Careful not to lose a drop, he moved that finger between my legs and applied the fluid to my tender hole. I spread my legs wide to allow him better access. Suddenly a sharp, cold breeze ran across my ass, chilling the liquid being rubbed on my hole, causing me to shiver again.
"Relax," he said in a soothingly calm voice. Then he pressed deep into me with his finger. Even though Eddie had stretched my sphincter only a few hours earlier, the sudden intrusion caused me to tense. Jed froze his finger where it was to allow me time to adjust. While he waited, he used his free hand to gently rub my erect boyhood. As my body relaxed, he pressed deeper into my ass, causing me to squeal in delight once again. He extracted his index finger and replaced it with his longer middle finger and probed deeper inside me until he found his target. I nearly screamed as the tip of his finger skillfully massaged my prostate. My hips bucked wildly off the ground as I ground my ass into his finger. I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming out his name. Before long I was gasping for air as he stimulated me beyond the realm of insanity. Then I became aware of his large, callused palm wrapped around my puny erection; stroking it in time with the strokes he was taking on my prostate. I could not stand it any longer.
"FUCK!" I screamed loudly as my ass slammed itself hard into the grass and my back arched as my stomach muscle contracted. My head felt as if a grenade had just gone off in it as cum spewed from my cock. My orgasm was so intense it hurt. My eyes were clenched ultra tight as was my jaw. I felt every shot coming from my dick in slow motion and it took a few seconds for them to touch down, the first hitting me on my forehead, the second landing square on my chin, then my throat. The remainder of my orgasm bubbled over onto Jed's hand as he firmly milked my hardon, never loosening his grip. It was all so intense that I reached a point that I was nearly blacked out from the over-stimulation. As I slowly returned to consciousness, I felt my body shaking uncontrollably and realized I was not breathing. My head was buzzing and throbbing. I opened my eyes and saw Jed's smiling face. I glanced down to see his cum-soaked hand still stroking my pulsing cock. My chest was rising and falling rapidly now and it felt as if my heart would jump clean out. My hearing also began to return and I could hear myself making wheezing/panting/whimpering sounds as I fought to control my breathing. I began to get feeling back in my body and I felt my tight ass muscles still holding onto Jed's finger tightly and Jed holding onto my dick just a tightly. I closed my eyes and relaxed my muscles. My back gently laid itself onto the cool grass and my sphincter released its captor. Three more deep breathes and I opened my eyes again.
"I guess I don't have to ask if it was good," Jed smiled at me.
My mouth opened, but I could not speak. I closed my lips and swallowed hard as I thought of what I could possibly say to thank him for the experience he just gave me.
"Fuck me," I said finally. I wanted him in me in the worst way. Jed released his death grip on my bone and reached for his letterman jacket. "Fuck me," I repeated. "Fuck me now."
He smiled as his reached in the pocket of his well-decorated letterman jacket and produced a small packet of lubricant. I just smiled back as he tore the packet open with his teeth and let the contents spill onto his full erect manhood. He tossed the used container aside and took his place between my legs again. I reached forward to help him rub the lubricant all over his swollen rod. As I did so, I felt a twinge of pain in my abdominal muscles. I must have overexerted them during my mind-bending orgasm. Jed closed his eyes and let his head fall back as he sat there on his knees while I slowly worked the slick juice all over his bone. He pulled his shirt over his head, exposing his naked body entirely to the elements. Then it was time.
Jed leaned forward, causing me to lie back down. I let out a shallow sigh as my stomach muscles relaxed. Jed ran his arms under my legs behind my kneecaps and lifted them off the ground, pressing them up toward my chest. I could feel the cool air swirling around my fully exposed hole and a shiver ran up my spine. Jed draped my left leg over his shoulder and moved his now free hand to guide his dick to its home. He let the other hand slide down my right leg to my ankle. He gripped my ankle firmly and stretched my leg to the side, stretching my groin muscle and opening the gap for him to enter me. I began to purr like a kitten in anticipation. He looked down briefly to see that he was lined up with my hole, then his eyes locked on mine.
The head of his penis felt like a red-hot fireplace poker as it made contact with my opening. Slowly he pushed and he began to enter me. The combination of my excitement and chill I was feeling made me gasp.
"Relax," he whispered to me. "Just like I told you. Push out as I push in."
I nodded my understanding and he pushed again. I pushed in the opposite direction and his cock was suddenly buried deep inside me, causing both of us to groan loudly together. Jed released his grip on his dick and took hold of my left ankle, spreading both legs wide and straight up in the air. With his torso locked, he began pumping his hips into me. He started off slowly and then picked up speed as he got into a rhythm. Before long, he was pumping rapidly and I watched in amazement at the raw beauty of this lovemaking machine. His stomach was rock hard and he was barely breathing. Every muscle in his body was taught, making him look ultra-defined. His grip on my ankles was getting tighter and beginning to cut off the circulation to my feet, but I didn't care. I felt good to be held tightly by this God. I wanted him like this for the rest of my life. My dick was once again fully erect and slapping against my belly with each power thrust he took. A slight sheen of sweat began to form on his body and his silky smooth skin started to turn slightly crimson. The deep, masculine noises coming from him were intoxicating. They were nearly animalistic; primal and lustful.
"Faster," I heard myself saying. "Harder."
With my words, Jed released his death-grip on my ankles and his arms shot straight to the ground on either side of me. Both of my legs were now resting on his shoulders and as he leaned forward on top of me, my back bent and my ass was lifted well off the ground. He never missed a thrust, but now his massively hard cock was probing deeper into me. His face was now mere inches away from mine and his love making noises filled my ears. Sweat was now dripping from his brow and he was taking shallow, sharp breaths through his mouth like a marathon runner in the home stretch of a race. His hips were slamming into me like a car hitting a brick wall and I actually began to worry that I might break something. His downy public hair was tickling my balls with each thrust he took and suddenly I found myself on the brink of another orgasm. My small hands grasped his mighty biceps for support. They were rock hard and I could barely get a grip on them they were so large. I got into the rhythm of his fucking so that now we were moving in tandem. My eyes were locked with his until suddenly his clenched themselves shut and his face turned bright red. He pressed his chin against his heaving chest as his rhythmic thrusts became erratic. His strength began to falter and his elbows unlocked, bring his chest down on top of mine. His weight was nearly crushing me, but I just wrapped my arms around his back and gently scratched with my nails. As he fucked me now, his sweat-slick stomach was rubbing heavily on my tender cock. Along with that direct stimulation, his head was now next to mine and his sweet, sexy grunting was right in my ear. It was more than I could stand. My abdominal muscles began to contract and suddenly I was shooting my load between us.
"Oh fuck," he squealed as my muscles contracted around his swollen tool deep inside me. He pushed as deep into me as he could and held it there. Seconds later, the milking action of my love tunnel had him unleashing his load. It felt as if it would never end and I didn't want it to. His deep, masculine noises turned to little grunting and breathing noises as he fought for air. My orgasm was now subsiding, causing the milking action to cease. With a few more small thrusts, he was spent, too. He was still breathing deep and it felt so good having his large, manly chest pressing into my flat, boy chest. His cock was still pulsing inside me and the smell of sex hung heavy around us. I was in heaven.
"I love you," I blurted out. I don't know why I said it, but I meant it. I was completely and utterly in love with Jed.
Suddenly I could feel his muscles tense up again and his elbows locked as his reared up and looked me dead in the eyes. My legs slipped off his shoulders and his dick escaped from my ass, suddenly making me feel empty and alone.
"What?" he gasped.
"I love you," I repeated in a pathetic, mousy voice.
"Don't say that!" he growled, his words slicing through me like knife. He sat back on his knees and I tired to sit up, but he pushed me back to the ground.
"But it's true," I stammered as the tears began to flow.
"I'm not hearing this," he yelled as he stood and slammed his legs angrily into his jeans and pulled them up. I didn't know what to do. I was devastated.
"I... I'm sorry," I blubbered. "I didn't mean it, I swear."
"Just shut the fuck up Josh," he barked at me. I realized that he was nearly dressed, so I quickly grabbed my pants and fought to pull them on. I could feel that my ass was very wet from our juices and that I would have a noticeable wet spot if I put my pants on right now, but that was the least of my concerns.
"Please, don't be mad at me," I cried like a child having his favorite toy taken away. He just gave me a nasty look, snatched his jacket from the ground and began to walk away.
My mind searched for something to say. Then it hit me. "I'll do it Jed! I'll do what you asked me to," I shouted, hoping that hearing my willingness to help the team out with their "tradition" would make him happy and forgive me.
"Forget it Josh," he said, never turning to face me. "I was wrong to ever get you involved. Just fuckin' leave me along queer."
That last word he threw in sailed through the air and strangled the heart. I started to run after him, but I didn't have my pants fastened yet and it caused me to stumble and fall.
"Please, I'll do anything. ANYTHING!" I cried. This made him stop. He turned to look at me, then walked back to where I had fallen to the ground. He bent over so that his mouth was right next to my ear.
"Just stay the fuck away from me," he whispered to me through clenched teeth. Then he stood up again and started to walk away.
I started to stand and reached out to grab him. That's when he hit me. It was the same spot Eddie drove his fist into. Every last ounce of air was knocked clean out of me, doubling me over. I slowly picked my head up to look at him as I fought to get air in my lungs. The tears were running rivers down my cheeks. I looked deep into his crystal blue eyes and begged him for an answer with mine.
"I thought we were friends," he said dryly.
"We are!" I answered. "You're my best friend. I love you." Why did I say that? Could I be any more stupid? I braced for more icy words that did not come.
I looked down and suddenly my eyes focused on his hands. His right hand clenched into a fist. I was suddenly filled with shock and panic. I looked up sharply as he drew his arm back and let it fly. His iron fist across my face was enough to land me squarely on the ground. My head was spinning from the pain and I could feel the warm streams of blood beginning to flow from my nose.
"Just stay the fuck away," I heard him say again as he walked away.
Wallowing in self-pity, I crawled back to the spot where our lovemaking took place and gathered up the rest of my things. I was no longer hungry, so I just sat alone for the rest of lunch.
End of Part 6
Be sure to check back for Part 7. The series is far from over. As always, I welcome all comments and suggestions. The story is not entirely finished yet and I do like to get input from outside sources. My e-mail address is RyanMcG97@hotmail.com.