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After dinner I went to my room. I took my cellie and punched in Randy's number.
"Hello."
"Hey! It's Jay!"
"Hey guy, How ya feeling?"
"Okay. A little shaky maybe." I gave a short laugh.
"Yeah, well, no shame in that. I can understand."
"So what's the plan? You figured out how to do this?"
"Tell ya what. Tell your folks you're going to the library until closing time at 9:00. We can meet in the parking lot and we can ride around and talk in the dark. I think important conversations go better in the dark."
"Okay. 15 minutes and I'll be there "
I made my escape and pulled into the back lot of the library. Randy was already there, his immaculate black Ford F-150 idling with a throaty sound. I pulled in beside him as he waved me into his truck.
"Hey dude. I'm glad you're here! Let's roll!"
He pulled out into East Mountain Street. There wasn't much traffic at 7:00 in our small town. Darkness has settled in quickly and only the glow of the dash lights illuminated the cockpit.
"So what made you decide Jay?"
"I guess curiosity won out, and like you said, if I don't like it, I don't ever have to do it again. And you promised you'd never tell. I feel I can trust you."
"And I won't! I've never betrayed a friend!"
"So we're really friends now? I mean, hang out buddies?"
"Of course we are! We might even end up best friends, life is funny that way! In any case, we're friends with a shared secret. I don't want you telling anyone either!"
We cruised along our city streets at a slow 25 or 30 mph.
Randy glanced my way:
"My parents are going to a wedding in South Carolina on Saturday.
Won't be home until Sunday. Wanna come spend Saturday getting a few things taken care of? Maybe spend the night? Leave about Noon Sunday?"
Things suddenly became very real as I heard a voice say:
"I'd like that very much Randy."
It was my voice and I knew what it meant. Saturday I was going cross a line. I was gonna let another teen slip his penis into my mouth. A tremor ran through me as I contemplated the taboo thought.
"Put your hand on my leg."
"What?"
"Put your hand on my leg. Don't worry, we're up high, no one can see up into my truck. And it's dark too."
Obediently I laid my open hand on his upper thigh, right at his right pocket. His muscles flexed a bit and I admit I squeezed a bit. I liked touching him.
"Do you like touching me?"
"Yeah." I was rubbing his jeans-clad upper leg.
"Tell me."
"I like it because it feels strong. It's a feeling of muscularity and strength. And it's kind of a wicked feeling to be touching another guy."
He took his right hand off the steering wheel and placed it over my hand.
"Hang with me buddy."
"Okay."
He slowly moved our hands to the meat mound of my dreams.
He pressed down on top of my hand and as the pressure increased nothing yielded behind his zipper. The bulge radiated heat, strength, sex, and strangely, security - as if my hand was safe and protected as long as it was on Randy's meat.
He put his hand back on the wheel. I looked at my hand in the soft glow of the dash. It truly was right on top of his bulge. I flexed my fingers. I was erecting quickly.
As he drove I continued to rub my hand in the furnace of his lap. The street lights flickered against his handsome face as we drove.
"You like that buddy?"
"Yeah. It's hot. It's big. It's blowing my mind. I mean, I've got my hand on your cock!"
"Saturday it won't be just your hand."
Driven by a bravery I didn't know I possessed, I unhooked my seat belt.
Swiftly, before Randy could stop me, I leaned over and put my face where my hand had been. I breathed in his scent and began chewing on his denim.
"I want it in my mouth! In my fucking mouth!!"
I licked and chewed at his cloth-covered crotch. I rubbed my face hard into him as he tried to concentrate on his driving.
"Lemme eat it! Please let me eat your meat! Put it in my mouth! I wanna suck you now, not Saturday!"
He wheeled into a side street and stopped.
He put both hands on my head and pushed me down hard. He held me there as I gnawed at his hidden cock. He gripped harder as I tried to open my mouth wide enough to engulf the hardness just beyond my reach.
He pulled my head up by my hair. Held me up at face level and scowled at me.
"Your face is soaking wet with spit and so are my jeans. I notice you didn't have the courtesy to ask permission before jamming your head between my legs. Who put you in charge all of a sudden?"
I stared at him.
I felt him tug my head closer to his face. Suddenly he pulled my face to his and kissed me hard, jamming his tongue into my mouth. I moaned as if dying. I was so incredibly turned on I was frenzied. I put both hands on his muscular chest and surrendered to his invading tongue. I was close to fainting from desire and adrenaline overload.
He pushed me away.
"I'll tell you when you can suck. Do you understand? It's my cock and I'm in charge of it. You got me?"
"Yes sir. I gotcha."
I gulped air as I buckled back up.
He pulled back into the street.
"Got a little carried away huh?"
"Sorry. It just happened. Don't be mad."
"I'm not mad. It just surprised me. You seem to have gone from skittish to dead serious in about three seconds!"
He grinned at me.
"Tell ya what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna pull my shirt up while I drive.
Would you like to wedge your face here and kiss and lick my navel and my abs? Would that give you a good feeling?"
I unhooked my seat belt again and laid down facing his waist. His torso was bare. I kissed the smooth skin under my lips in an ever widening trail. Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. I revelled in his scent and the taut, tight feel of his skin.
I reached his navel and kissed it too. Then I snaked my tongue into the crevice. I began to lick flat tongued as he squirmed in the seat.
"That tickles but I like it!"
I made a spear of my tongue and began digging into his navel. I heard moans so I knew it was pleasing him. It was pleasing me too. I was getting deeply enamoured of the taste of his skin.
I kept kissing and licking. Lick, dig, lick, kiss. I realised I was worshiping his body in rhythm. Lick, dig, lick, kiss. I was in a dreamlike state, only aware of the taste, feel, and scent of Randy.
"We're here dude. Back at the library "
I reluctantly raised up and wiped the drool from my face. I looked at Randy. He beamed at me.
"That was great buddy! I loved every minute of it! I think you might count on doing that again Saturday. That sound good to you?"
"I don't know how I'm gonna wait that long Randy. The taste of your skin is really getting to me."
"I'll see you at lunch."
"Night Randy".
I climbed out of the truck. Before I shut the door I looked at him:
"Thanks Randy. For everything tonight. And thanks especially for the taste and feel of your skin."
His smile lit up the night.
I returned home hard as a rock. I draped a jacket over my arms as I went in and up the stairs to my room. I ducked my head into my parents bedroom to let them know I was back. Then got into my room and locked the door.
I stripped in record time and jumped into my bed. My hard cock was ready and eager for my grasping hand. With about three or four strokes my cum erupted like a geyser. As i shot I imagined I was tonguing his navel and tasting his flesh. I used up a lot of Kleenex mopping up.
I woke up hard and indulged in another jerk off session before I got up.
This time I remembered the feeling of his tongue forcing its way into my mouth. I confess I moaned his name as the convulsions took control.
At school I couldn't wait for lunch. I wasn't paying much attention in class, I had a harder subject on my mind than French.
I saw Randy heading my way as I sat my tray down. He sat down across from me with his tray. It was a strange feeling, looking at a friend whom I had begged to fellate last night. It was strange looking at him as I tasted his skin on my tongue and conjured his scent in my brain. It was strange to realise his tongue had been in my mouth while my hands were on his body.
"Hey man! How's your day going?"
"Doing good. Maybe a little distracted." I smiled shyly.
"Yeah, me too. Just a little." He laughed.
No one was near us but he leaned closer across the table and spoke quietly:
"You still good for tomorrow dude?"
I nodded.
"What time?"
"Lets say 2:00. You checked with your parents about spending the night?"
"Yeah, I told them they didn't know you because you had been spending all your spare time on the wrestling team, so they're cool."
"Something else I want you to be thinking about Jay."
"What's that?"
"Juice."
"What juice?"
"My juice."
"I don't understand?"
His whispers were soft but every word burned into my consciousness:
"What happens tomorrow?"
"I'm gonna suck it."
"What happens then?"
Light began to dawn in my thick skull:
"O. Yeah! Well! I...I...I hadn't really got that far in my thinking. It really hadn't popped up on my radar."
"You have to swallow buddy. It's the rule!"
"I hear lots of chicks don't swallow!"
"Yeah. A lot don't. But a guy has to. It's part of the Man Code.
If you're gonna step over the line, you're committed to doing your best!"
I was taken aback. I just hadn't worked things out to their logical conclusion. I mean, I felt stupid for not realising it before. Of course he would want to come in my mouth. Of course he would want me to swallow.
He noticed the expression on my face and chuckled
"Jay, what did you think was gonna happen once I was in your mouth?"
I looked at him wide-eyed.
"I understand what's in store for me Randy. I just gotta let it process through my brain!"
"You okay dude?"
"Yeah. I'm committed. It just has to settle in. Tomorrow's really gonna be a day of firsts for me!"
"Jay, don't sweat it. When the time comes you'll be fine! I promise."
That night i took a cucumber and a bottled Dr Pepper out of the fridge.
I went to my room.
I started by wrapping my lips around the thickness of the cucumber.
Aside from the bitter green taste of the skin and the coldness, I liked the feeling of fullness in my mouth. I held it between my hands on my desk as I pushed my face down on it. I bobbed up and down trying to remember to beat my tongue against it. A few times I got it a little deep and I gagged. As I practiced, the Dr Pepper was getting warmer. I started drinking warm Dr Pepper in big gulps, like heavy squirts. I wanted to be prepared for warm fluid going down my throat. I knew it wouldn't taste like Dr Pepper, but it was the best I could do.
What would his cum taste like? I considered jacking off and tasting my own, but dismissed the idea immediately. If I didn't like the taste of mine, it would prejudice me against eating his. If I liked it, it would lessen the thrill of my first mouthful of Randy's juice. Better to wait and hope for the best.
I did all of my homework for Monday. I knew I would be busy Saturday and Sunday. I wanted nothing hanging over my head to spoil the weekend.