There is a tunnel that I like to go to sometimes. It is just a short walk from my high school. It's nice and quiet, I am all by myself, and I can do whatever I want to there. I've slept there, I've sung there, and I've pleasured myself there, and that's exactly what I am going to do today. Every Wednesday we have a special hour long lunch, so I spend it in the tunnels. I walk from the school, after departing my friends. I wonder what they would say if they found out about my special trips away from school. As I wait to cross the street, I feel my seven inches begin to swell in my jeans. My breath becomes deep and ragged, and I start sweating. My body knows what is about to happen. I jog to the tunnel quickly. If anyone looked at this thing, they would be able to tell that all kinds of adults and teens came here. There is graffiti all around the opening and all kinds of trash litters the ground outside and just inside the tunnel. The opening isn't very big, so I have to crouch and crawl into the tunnel. I make my way around the trash and other objects, mostly tumbleweeds, and go about half way before I sit down and catch my breath.
The tunnel connects a run off area with a lake nearby, with the whole tunnel going underneath a street. Because of where I am at, it is totally dark and I can't hear a sound except for my own breathing. As my heart starts to calm down, I am reminded why I am here. I close my eyes, and begin rubbing myself through my jeans until I am fully hard. When I can't stand it anymore, I undo my jeans and pull down my boxers and let my dick flop against my stomach. I grasp all seven inches in my hand and gasp. I can feel some pre-cum come out of the top of my dick and dribble down my length and onto my stomach. I know I am close already.
Just as I am about to start, a light flashes onto my face. I am temporarily blinded, and move to cover myself.
"Hey, would you like some help with that? I promise not to bite." A voice says. The mystery boy chuckles softly and I hear him shuffle over to me.
"Uh, uh, S-sure I guess. Wait, you don't have anything do you?" I say.
He's right next to me now, shining the light in my face still. "Of course not, and if I'm lying to you, you can spank me." He says, chuckling again.
The flash light is turned off, and it is totally dark again. The mystery guy lies down next to me and grips my dick in his hands. I gasp at this touch. It is a totally new sensation that I have only dreamed of. He jacks my dick a few times, before I feel him lick the head. This almost sends me over the edge, but I manage not to burst. The feelings are sensational. He wraps his mouth around the head, and slowly begins his descent. He makes it about half way down before he comes back up and then goes back down. The feeling of his hot mouth on my member drives me crazy. I take my hands and put them on top of his head. Somewhere in my lust filled mind I register that he has short, thick hair.
Amidst my clouded mind, I realize that he has stopped. He is slowly jacking me off, licking the top and sides of my dick gently. I feel him go from the tip all the way down the underside, and begin to suck on my balls. That drives me over the edge and a small yelp escapes from my mouth.
"I-I'm gonna cum!" I whisper to him. He wraps his mouth around my dick and begins to suck. As my orgasm rips out of me, I feel him swallow all of my cum. He continues to suck even after my orgasm is over, causing me to buck involuntarily. After a few moments, he stops. I hear him shuffle away from me.
"Man, you got a big dick. How often do you come here?" he asks?
I contemplate giving him the answer to that. "Every Wednesday, for about an hour." I tell him.
"Cool, cool. Maybe I'll drop by again. See you later man." I hear him start walking away, and then I realize that I have no idea who he is, or what he looks like. He doesn't sound much older than me. The light from his flashlight is almost gone all the way down the tunnel.
"Hey, who are you!?" I yell, but it's too late. He's gone. Glance at my watch and realize I have ten minutes to get back to school. I put my dick back into my pants, straighten everything out, and quickly leave the tunnel. As I emerge from the tunnel, the sun blinds me. I run towards the school, crossing the street as quickly as I can. I reach the school just as the bell rings. As I join the other kids, heading to their classes, a thought strikes me: I know the voice of the mystery guy, but I can't place who it is.