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Chapter One -- The Jock and The Tiny Bathroom
Here we all were. At a rich kid's house. Celebrating the start of our final year of high school. Parents were gone for the weekend which meant we could get as crazy and wild as we wanted. Booze, weed, sex; you name it, we did it. By the time the party was in full swing, teenagers were all sprawled over the furniture in various states of disarray.
I was in the midst of it all. Sitting on the couch stuck between two kids who couldn't stop tongue-fucking each other and another two who couldn't stop giggling about nothing in particular. My knees were spread a mile wide, a joint was poised between two long fingers, I was doing my best to just melt into the couch, sight unseen. I liked parties, but this was one I did not want to be at.
And that was saying something for me, the one and only Charlie Wilson. At six foot two, I was a dominating presence. I had the perfect physique. Rippling muscles, washboard abs, pecs that were symmetrically proportioned and legs that were toned and strong. I took great care in the way I looked. My hair was unkempt but short. I was never one for taming it down with gel or anything of that sort. I liked the just got out of bed look or as many would call it -- the sex look. Which I guess it did look that way. I had brown eyes. But they weren't brown in the coffee sense. They were dark chocolate. The easier for people to melt themselves into. My jawline was on point. My dimples were my second-best assets, my ass being the first. Throw all of those together and I was blessed with a boyish yet ruggedly handsome appearance.
The hostess was a girl I had been seeing. A girl who was alright for high school, but in the long-term aspect, not the kind of person I had seen myself settling down with. Her name was Alison. Your quintessential perky high school cheerleader. Rich, blonde, big breasts, and at times, a straight-up bitch. When she wasn't focused on her extracurricular activities, she was focused on me. Not that I minded, but there were only so many guys in the tank, you know?
I watched her flit from guest to guest, handing out beers, snacks for the weeders, and making sure the party was the best goddamn party on planet earth. And it was, just not my scene.
I had gone through about seven bottles of beer and it was beginning to take its toll. I got up to find a bathroom but every single one had a long ass line. Luckily for me, I knew this house like the back of my hand. I guess there was a perk to dating the pretty little rich girl.
Under the stairs sat a tiny little bathroom. Barely big enough for someone like myself, but just the right size to be mistaken for a coat closet fit for Harry Potter. In hindsight, I probably should have knocked before walking inside but I had to piss so badly that I didn't notice the room was occupied until it was too late.
I closed the door behind me, unzipped my pants and just as I was about let loose into the toilet, there he was. Mikey Allen, the quiet theater kid. The one I only knew in passing. The one I probably said hi to at freshman orientation and then never spoke to ever again -- until then.
He was sitting on the toilet, clearly in the middle of ridding his body of the food he had earlier in the evening. And there I was, standing there with my five-inch flaccid penis in his face, not knowing what to say other than "Shit."
Mikey looked from my crotch to me, pissed as all hell, and I couldn't blame him.
"Can you leave?" he asked me in that tone that made me all but forget about the massive leak I needed to do.
I zipped my pants and went to leave when I uttered shit again. The door was jammed.
"You've got to be kidding me," said Mikey.
"I'm sorry," was all I could muster in response. What else was I supposed to say? It wasn't like I had planned to get stuck in a bathroom with a kid who was trying to take a shit in peace.
"Don't turn around," he said.
I heard the toilet flush and figured he didn't want me to see his junk. I didn't, at least not under these circumstances. "So now what?" I asked.
"You try banging on the door? Maybe someone will hear and get us out of here."
I tried it. Several times, might I add to no avail. We were effectively being ignored. Something I gather Mikey had dealt with far too many times. I turned to him and gave him a sheepish smile. It was then that I realized just how much space I was taking up. Mikey only reached to my sternum and I was like twice the size as he was. Hitting the gym every single day to maintain my athletic prowess will do that to you.
I figured the only way to give us some breathing room was if I took a seat on the crapper, so I did. It helped a tad.
"I'm Charlie Wilson. I'm the quarterback for the Alligators and I think I'm in your English class," I listed my attributes like we were on a blind date, not knowing how else to go about this chance encounter.
"I know," he countered with an expressionless face. "We've had English together every year since seventh grade. And gym class too."
And that was the first of many times that I inserted my big foot into my even bigger mouth.
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We must have been in there for four hours before either of us said a word. It was me.
"How did you know about this bathroom?"
"I didn't. I thought it was a coat closet."
I couldn't help but chuckle at that. I shouldn't have seeing as how it was the reason why he slapped me right across the face. It was a slap so hard I went cross-eyed. I had to shake the noggin to focus on him again.
"What the hell was that for?!" I scowled at him.
"Don't laugh at me."
"Sorry. It's just that I thought that this was a coat closet once upon a time too."
That's when I saw him squat.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"I'm getting tired of standing."
"Have a seat," I said, patting my beefy thighs. I could be a gentleman.
He gave me an unenthused look.
"What's wrong? I don't bite."
He let out a heavy sigh before climbing on top of me. He sat down on my thighs and it made me realize how light this kid was. It should've registered sooner seeing as how he was skinny. Like model skinny.
"Comfortable?" I asked.
"I guess," he shrugged.
More time ticked by. I got lost in my thoughts of football and the after-high school life when I realized Mikey beginning to move. And it wasn't moving as if he was trying to find a better, more comfortable position.
It was moving as if he was trying to get my attention.
"Yes?" I asked.
"I'm bored," he said with a whine.
"I'm sorry. Want to play a game?"
"Sure. What do you have in mind?"
"Uh..." I had no fucking idea. But apparently he did.
"Ever hear of the game `Chicken?'"
"Yeah, it's like that one scene in `Rebel Without A Cause,' right?"
"Well, there is that version," he said with a roll of the eyes. "But there's another version too."
I cocked my head to the right. A look of curiosity etched on my face.
"The version I want to play is called `Pillow Talk.'"
"How do we play that?"
"Each of us takes turns saying and doing sexual things that we would hypothetically do to one another until the other laughs."
"Okay. Sounds interesting enough," I said, not knowing what I was about to get myself into.
"I'll start," said Mikey. "I want to run my hands across your chest, tweaking your nipples ever so slightly."
And he did just that. His small hands ran right over my shirt. Feeling the hard pecs that I've spent so much time defining. Then his fingers slide over the nubs sticking out of my shirt and he began to tweak them gently.
As soon as he did it, I felt all the blood rush from my head and pool in my groin. I had no idea it could feel like that, let alone why it did.
"I want to run my hands up and down your back, feeling you quiver at my touch," I said huskily. My voice had already dropped ten octaves below usual suave and the game had only just begun.
My big hands took up his entire back but by no means did it not work. His body was cool to the touch. I felt him tremble as I began to rub his back.
I looked at him and for the first time I really took in the kid on my lap. He was olive-skinned, dark hair hung in front of his face. His lips were puffy but not big. Just the right size to wrap around my -- Holy fuck! Why was I thinking that?
"I want to run my hands through your hair as my tongue licks at your ear and my teeth nibble your lobe," he countered.
I felt his fingers run over my scalp, sending tingles all the way down my back and to my ass. His tongue sensually darted in and out of my left ear, causing my eyes to roll back. If he had looked me in the face, all he'd see would be the whites of my eyes, my mouth slack open and my tongue lolling out.
As I felt his teeth nibble, I couldn't contain the whispered fuck that slipped out.
"I want...I want to squeeze your ass as I grind my dick into you," I muttered breathlessly. My hands took each cheek and squeezed as my burgeoning hard-on grew at a rapid pace. Before long, my shorts were tenting obscenely, barely covering the nine inch cock that was yearning to break free.
Mikey looked down and his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
"Damn, your huge," he said.
I grinned like the cocky jock I was.
"Touch it," I begged him.
He did and my eyes returned to the back of my head. His touch was soft. I felt him squeeze my erection with such care. It wasn't rough. It wasn't like any girl would do. He squeezed in just the way to make me whimper.
The game lost its pretenses as his hand darted into my shorts and pulled out my big cock. His eyes widened even more.
"It's thick, too!" he exclaimed.
I was proud of my penis. It was so big that even my own hand couldn't wrap fully around it. So long that it took both my hands to beat off.
"Be careful, buddy," I said. "You don't know what you're playing with."
"I want to find out," he said as he began stroking me in earnest.
I stopped him reluctantly.
"What's wrong?" he asked with a furrowed brow.
"I want to see yours," I said sheepishly, not believing those were the words coming out of my mouth. I wasn't thinking clearly. I chalked it up to lust.
He pulled down his shorts to reveal a slender five inch erection. He was uncut, something I had never seen before.
I took it in my hand, amused at the fact that it became hidden in my sweaty palm. His eyes fluttered shut as I began to stroke a cock that was not my own.
It was interesting sliding the foreskin back and forth. I watched him shudder with every motion and I realized that he must get more pleasure from having a foreskin and I became slightly jealous.
As I continued to play with his penis, he started back on mine. A few minutes later and both our paces had quickened. Suddenly, Mikey's eyes shot opened and he slapped me across the face again. When my eyes uncrossed, I saw him grinning mischievously.
He slapped me again. My eyes criss-crossed once more. And then another slap. And another.
Every time he did it, my eyes crossed and I felt his dick throb. I think he liked slapping me. I think he liked seeing my eyes go cross-eyed. I think he liked the dominance and for some strange reason, I liked being submissive.
My hand was a blur on his penis as he continued slapping me, my skin turning red from the heat of it all. And then suddenly, he pulled my penis hard. Causing me to squeal like a little girl and my eyes to bug out.
And that was when he blew. His cum shot out with such force, getting me square in the face. My brow creased. I looked at him in confusion. Not knowing what I was feeling except really fucking great as spurt after spurt of his cum covered me.
It took seven shots before it began to coat my chest. Three more before he was done.
"I've never cum like that," he gasped. "I lost it when your eyes popped. I could practically see right through them."
"What did you see?"
"Pure lust. It wasn't painful when I yanked your penis. It was unadulterated pleasure, wasn't it?"
"It was indescribable," I said. "Do you like when I make faces?"
"I think I do," he said grinning. "And I like the things your eyes do. Total turn-on."
"You're a freak," I laughed.
"Yeah, a freak who's gonna give you your due now."
And he did. He jerked me in just the right way that I began to thrust into his tiny hands. My big ass slammed down onto the cool toilet with every thrust and it was a sensation like no other. The cool feeling, the warm hands wrapped around my fat cock, I was in fucking heaven.
But then, he let one of his hands go. I whimpered, wanting both. As he continued jerking with his left, his right traveled down to my balls. They were just as big.
I let out a guttural groan as he rubbed them ever so gently. And then he let go of them and I was reading to curse him out. I needed to get off. I wanted to get off.
He held his finger in front of my lips.
"Suck it."
"Huh?" I asked, which was the wrong thing to do because my mouth opened and in went his finger. I had no choice but to lick it good. I had no idea why he wanted me to get his finger all wet because I've never watched gay porn a day in my life. But I found out fast.
He took his finger out of my mouth and without warning, plunged it into my ass crack and up my hole. My eyes bugged out again as I felt his finger worm its way inside my ass.
"What the fuck are you doing to me?" I panted as he found what he was looking for. My prostate.
Sensations like never before began to flow throughout my body. My legs quivered as he tickled my g-spot with his finger. His other hand was jerking me faster and faster. Pretty soon, hand and finger were going at the same pace and I couldn't hold back.
I spread out my arms, my hands clutching at the walls on either side. My shoes hit the wall beside the door. My head went back along with my eyes. I was basically pushing out on all four walls as my big ass was sucking his digit in deeper.
My big balls curled up inside me as my fat cock got even fatter. My jaw dropped open, my tongue fell out and I let out the highest-pitched "Fuck!" of my life. I didn't care how girly I looked, I felt fan-fucking-tastic as my orgasm ripped through me like a tidal wave.
I felt my cum flood up my cock before pushing its way out into the room. The first shot went straight up in the air before raining down straight into my open mouth. I had never tasted my cum before until then. It was creamy.
But before I could savor the taste, another shot soon followed. At least eight shots shot out of me, some hitting the ceiling with a loud splat. Others covered my chest, mixing in with Mikey's semen.
After five minutes of unmitigated pleasure, I was done for. My body relaxed, my eyes came back to their natural position and I swallowed my spunk.
I felt Mikey's finger slip out of my ass and I was left with a tiny, empty feeling down there.
"Wow," was all I could muster.
"You sure do cum a lot," he said.
"I told you you didn't know what you were playing with. It's like a super soaker."
"That's for sure," he said as he grabbed a nearby towel and cleaned me up.
It took me several minutes before I could move. I eventually got my clothes back on and he hopped off my lap.
"Should I try the door now?" he said.
I nodded. He tried it and what do you know? We were free.
Mikey looked over his shoulder at me and smiled.
"See you in school, Charlie. Maybe next time you'll know who I am."
He walked out of the room and left me sitting there. Feeling good as fuck but also so unbelievably confused.
To Be Continued...