This is a story about sex between two high school males. The characters are fictional. The author retains all rights to this work. I enjoy hearing from readers. If you are so inclined, write and tell me what you think of my story at er14990606@gmail.com.
Nifty offers us all great entertainment. It warrants your financial support, so consider making a contribution.
Training Zach, Chapter One
I was thirteen, laying on my bed with my pants down to my ankles, jacking my dick. In my usual routine, I started slowly and as the pleasure increased, so did the movement of my fist. I was getting close. My hand was working hard on my cock and my other hand was pulling on my ball sack when Jeremy walked into the room.
He saw what I was doing, and said "Wow, go for it," as he turned and exited the room. Over his shoulder he said, "I'll show you how to have even more fun tonight."
I saw him and heard him, but I never stopped, and as I heard his footsteps going down the stairs, I spewed cum all over my stomach.
Jeremy was my stepbrother, four years older than me. Our widowed parents had married two years before. He and I shared a large attic bedroom, big enough for our two beds, desks, dressers, and all my books and games and Jeremy's sports equipment. I was a skinny kid, more cerebral than physical. He was an athlete, playing both basketball and baseball in high school.
Jeremy kept his promise and came to my bed that night in the dark. He taught by example, beginning by taking my young dick into his mouth. The feeling was beyond my comprehension, and I was ready when he guided my mouth to his own cock. That night I sucked his dick and licked his balls and swallowed his cum. The next night he encouraged me to explore his body. With my hands, I felt his calves and thighs, muscled abs, biceps, and his pecs, discovering his sensitive nipples which I teased with my tongue and teeth. I sucked him again to completion.
Then Jeremy laid me on the bed and did the same to me. I loved the feel of his fingertips as they caressed my body. Then he took me to heaven again by taking my dick into his mouth. He sucked me for a while and then stopped and raised my legs. He ran his finger around my hole before wetting it with his mouth and sliding his finger in. Then he inserted another finger. He returned to sucking me as he finger fucked my virgin hole, and after a long and loving blowjob my dick exploded and filled his mouth with cum.
The finger in my hole was just a preliminary, and on our third night of sex, he took me. Jeremy was gentle and patient, and the penetration was eased with a liberal amount of lube. The beginning was tolerable but time changed it to pleasure. He climaxed and immediately grabbed my dick and with a few quick jacks brought me to the best climax in my short life.
For the next three years we were lovers. We both loved swallowing cum and often laid in the 69 position and sucked each other off. He was my top, and I welcomed him whenever he wanted me, loving not only the pleasure in my ass but also the touch of his muscled body against mine. When I was fifteen, he was concerned that I was still a virgin, so he gave himself to me. It was another transformative experience, and during our last year living together in the attic room I had my dick in his ass as much as he had his in mine.
By age seventeen, things had changed. I was then five eleven feet tall at 155 pounds, still thin but the muscles stretched across my lanky frame had been enhanced by sporadic workouts with Jeremy's weights he left in the garage when he left for college. I was not handsome, but I had an acceptable face, sometimes called "cute" by girls.
In my opinion, my best attribute hung between my legs. Since the night that Jeremy first sucked it, my cock had grown from a boy to a man's. It was longer than average, with a nice girth, and a large head. My next best attribute was more visible, my personality. I was an out-going, easy guy, with a great sense of humor. I joked, often focused on the absurdities of life. I never made fun of others, but rather used myself as the subject of my humor.
Jeremy had taken his dick to college, and I was alone with only my fist and several years of remarkable memories. Of course, when he came home for a weekend or the holidays, we were at it again, but such an arrangement was not sufficient for my hormones. That's why I set my mind on Zach.
Zach moved into the house next door. We became instant friends. He was easy to talk to, was quick with a laugh, and we had many common interests. We went to different schools. I went to the nearby public school, and Zach went to a private one, so no social cliques interfered with our friendship.
Physically, we were very different. Zach was three inches taller with much more meat and muscle on his bones than me. He has curly blonde hair, blue eyes, and a handsome face. His strong neck sat atop broad shoulders, and his chest filled the tee shirt he was wearing when we met. His nipples were noticeable through the fabric. I liked guys, but played the role of a straight, dating girls and doing the talk with the other fellows. Zach accepted me as that.
We met the Saturday morning his family moved in. We spent the day together, talking and laughing, and finally after dinner, shooting hoops in my backyard. That evening, I watched television with my family and then went upstairs after dark. Zach's house was similar to my own, and we both lived in the upstairs bedroom. I walked into my darkened room, and I could see Zach's lighted room out my window and across the driveway. Zach's good looks and athletic body had stirred something in me earlier. It erupted into full force lust when I watched him undress for bed that night.
He pulled off his tee shirt, and his chest was what I expected. Well defined pecs and a ladder of muscled abs going down to the waist of his shorts. He turned and dropped his shorts, revealing a beautiful rounded ass. I said silently to him, "Turn around, turn around." He did and his soft cock hung inches below his ball sac. I was too far away to see it clearly, but it looked long and large, a dick appropriate to his size. I vowed then to see it up close.
There was a full-length mirror on the wall, and Zach walked over and stood in front of it. I sensed that he was admiring his body. My notion was confirmed when he raised his two arms and flexed his biceps. Yes, he was proud of his body. He then gave a few tugs on his soft dick, walked to the bed, and turned out the lights. "He sleeps in the nude," I said to myself. "I like that."
I pulled up a chair, stripped off my clothes, and sat down with my legs spread. As I stared at Zach's darkened room, I had my first of many masturbating sessions, thinking of all the things the two of us could do in his bed.
We often talked on Wednesdays when neither of us had school activities or team practice. From the start, Zach talked freely about his sex life. He had recently lost his virginity, and I think he was bragging about getting regular pussy. When he shared his sexual adventures with me, he would stand close and put his arm on my shoulder, as if it was confidential information between the two of us. My dick would chub up.
With his good looks, I assumed that he had a choice of many girls. He never mentioned names. He told me that he was regularly getting a blowjob while finger fucking one girl, but she would never go beyond that. As if giving me advice, Zach said "You have got to find the right girl. You have to keep looking. I did, and the one I have now is great. She is a squealer when I fuck her. She loves it. Last Saturday I gave her a two-fer."
I asked, "What's a two-fer?"
With a chuckle he replied, "First I made her cum like this." He stuck out his tongue and wiggled it. "Then I gave her another climax with Big Boy," which was his nickname for his dick. My dick stirred in my pants as I imagined him naked, his ass moving as he pumped her. I was also pleased to learn that he enjoyed using his mouth in sex play.
My family had a cabin at a nearby lake with a dock, three kayaks, and a closet of fishing rods. Zach and I went several times, enjoying the water, but returning by nightfall. I had a plan for Zach, and it began when I suggested that we stay overnight at the cabin sometime. So we planned to go up on the next Friday afternoon and return on Saturday. I knew a country store that didn't check ID's, so we bought beer with the intention of getting shitfaced.
Zach was half way through his first brew before we got to the cabin. We sat in the living room just shooting the shit, talking about anything and everything. I was being a comic and he was laughing. He was drinking fast, and I could tell it was affecting him. I encouraged him to drink more. Alcohol breaks down inhibitions, and I wanted him buzzed.
I excused myself and went to the bedroom. I dropped my shorts and stepped out of my underwear. I was at full mast with my cock hard in anticipation. I put back on my running shorts, leaving the underwear on the floor. My dick pointed straight forward with little resistance from the flimsy fabric of my pants.
I came out of the room, and I called to Zach, asking if he wanted another beer. He did and I took two from the refrigerator and walked across the room toward him on the sofa. He saw the tent of my pants. He laughed and yelled out, "Whoa, what the fuck is in your pants!"
He was still laughing as I stood before him with a beer in each hand I swerved my hips and my cock moved back and forth and said, "It's my cock, you dumb fuck." He took the beer and took a swig as I sat down with my dick making a tent in my pants. I began my monologue.
"Man, my dick has a mind of its own. It gets hard at all the wrong times. This week it happened in both English and Chemistry. But I have a motto, `Never pass up a hard on.' It's nature's gift to men, and when I get one, I enjoy it. Like right now." I lifted my hips and slid my shorts off and began to slowly jack my cock.
Zach was laughing, trying to talk, and drink his beer at the same time, and he finally blurted out, "You're crazy."
I continued, "There are different ways to jack a dick. For me, I like the full fist. Grab my shaft and wrap my fingers around it. But I had a friend who used just three fingers. Can you believe that?" I demonstrated. "Two fingers in the front and one in the back. No way." Zach is watching me. As I returned my fist to my dick, I said "Do you like the porn show? I bet you do. I know you have a hard dick in your pants right now. As I said before, `Never pass up a hard on.' Join me. We'll have a jack off session like we were thirteen-years old."
Zach was buzzed. I could tell in his eyes and his speech. He paused for a moment, and then he stood up, pulled off his shirt and stepped out his shorts. He sat back down, spread his legs, and took his cock in his hand. I wanted to scream out with excitement. I saw his cock up close for the first time, the cock I dreamed of and masturbated to at night. It was magnificent. It was as long as mine, maybe longer, in perfect proportion to its girth. Sitting on top was a large mushroom head.
Zach was immediately into our jack session, working his dick and holding his balls, looking down at his and then looking over at mine. He said, "Ah, this is good. I get pussy every weekend but I need to get off more than that."
I said, "Damn, pussy is so good, but I love blowjobs too. Wet lips going up and down my shaft. A warm wet mouth sucking on it." Zach agreed.
I said, "There's no pussy here, but I have a mouth. You want a blowjob?'
Zach replied, "Wow, man, you are full of surprises. Are you gay."
"Nay, but I think I have a recessive gay gene. It shows up when I have too much beer."
Zach responded. "Well, what the hell. If you are giving, then I am taking." He grabbed his dick by its base and waved it as an invitation.
I said, "There is one condition. You have to do me too."
Zach shook his head and said, "No, that's not me."
I said it was okay but he didn't know what he was missing. I then proceeded to give a long and slow description of sucking dick, and licking balls, and tonguing his stomach and thighs. Zach was still in a light-hearted mood, and said for me to shut up, it was too much to hear, because he wanted it so.
I kept talking. "I know you want it. I know you do. You've never had a mouth like mine. I am good, and I will suck those cum filled balls empty."
He laughed and said again for me to shut up. "You're torturing me."
I replied. "I'll make a deal with you. You take my cock in your mouth three times. Only three times. And then I will give you an unbelievable blowjob. I'll take you to paradise. Just three short trips of your lips down my shaft. That's all."
Zach was quiet and still for a moment. He reached for his beer and finished off yet another can. Then he said, "What the shit. Alright, I agree,"
I got off the sofa and stood in front of him. Zach stared at my dick. Then he put his thumb and forefinger around the base to guide it to his mouth. He parted his lips and slid them down my shaft and back, taking my dick out. I said, "One." He repeated it, opening his lips and taking my cock and then removing it from his mouth. I said, "Two." He did it one last time, and I ended it with "Three."
Then I said, "Lay back." He did and I kneeled between his spread legs. I got what I wanted, his mouth on my cock. Now I was super charged to give him the best blowjob he had ever had. I licked that beautiful shaft. I licked the bead of pre-cum that sat on top of his slit. Then I took it all, my wet lips going slowly down the rigid veiny dick until my nose was in his pubes and my lips around the base. He slapped the sofa cushions and gave a loud "Fuck!"
I sucked his tool lovingly as I held his balls. Then I moved down and sucked each orb into my mouth one after another. Even lower I licked the insides of his thighs before returning to his dick for more sucking. Then again, I left his cock but this time I traveled upward.
I licked the muscled abs that formed a ladder up to his pecs. Ah, his pecs! I love a man's chest and I was taken by his nipples that showed through his tee shirt when we first met. I knew that they would be sensitive, and I was right. He emitted a long guttural moan as I sucked on them and softly played with them with my teeth.
I moved back to his dick and stayed there, taking him closer and closer. He began to move his hips. He grabbed my shoulders and said, "Here it is." There was a torment of cum gushing from his dick. I swallowed and then swallowed again. I held his cock in my mouth until I felt him relax, then I sat back on my knees and vigorously jacked my own dick. I was quick, and ropes of cum hit my chest. Zach watched me jack and cum and continued to look as I scooped my cum up with my fingers and took it to my mouth.
The beer and sex sent Zach to sleep soon after. I was close behind. The next morning we said nothing of what had happened the night before. I had feared that he would say something like, "Boy, was I shitfaced last night. I don't remember anything that happened." But he didn't, which I took as a good sign. We ate breakfast, went swimming off the dock, and then just laid out in lounge chairs on the deck. The beer was gone, but it was good because I had planned to drive back to town before dark.
Nevertheless, sex had been on my mind the moment I awoke, and I suspected it was the same for Zach. Finally, I said, "Well, give me a critique on my performance last night."
Zach made a big grin and said, "It was unbelievable."
I replied, "Because I am good." My comment and his reply was enough to trigger a response because I saw a swelling in Zach's shorts. I continued, "You're aroused. I can see it in your pants. You know my motto."
Zach smiled and said, "Yes, never pass up a hard on." With that he took my hand and put it on his crotch. He was, indeed, aroused, and I helped it along by feeling it through his shorts before sliding my hand up one leg to get a better hold of his big dick. The next minute we were naked. I said, "You know the bargain."
Zach said nothing, but he got on his knees, ready to pay the price for my expert blowjob. Again, I stood in front of his face. He grabbed my cock and guided it to his mouth. He wet his lips, moved his head forward and took my dick, sliding his lips down the shaft. He then pulled his head back but did not take his mouth off my tool. He went down a second and then third time. I sensed immediately that this was another step for him. Zach was comfortable with a dick in his mouth. He might even have enjoyed it. He was on his way to being a cocksucker.
Then I pulled him up to a standing position and I dropped to my knees. I gave him again an outstanding blowjob, sucking and licking his dick as my hands roamed his body, feeling his muscles that so turned me on. When he got close, he held my head with his hands and fucked my mouth, his hips pushing his dick through my lips and hitting the back of my throat. I was jacking my cock as he fucked my mouth. He came first, feeding me his delicious cum, while my own jizz shot from my cock and made a puddle on the floor between his spread legs.
We drove back to town that afternoon. My thoughts were filled with the images of us two sucking cocks. I imagined that Zach had the same thoughts, but neither of us mentioned it. Instead, Zach talked of his upcoming date that night and how he was looking forward to fucking her in the backseat of his car. I was sure that what he said was true, but I also suspected that he wanted to reaffirm to me and himself that he was a straight stud.
Straight stud or not, he was ready for sex with me by Wednesday. As he worded it, "I need it more than every seven days." His house was empty that afternoon, and we met in his upstairs bedroom. I rang the backdoor bell, and the door opened and Zach's head appeared. As I walked in and he closed and locked the door behind me, I saw that he was naked with his hard cock pointing right at me.
"I can see that you are glad to see me," as I pointed to his erection. He walked up and stood there with his hands on his hips. I reached and grasped his cock, and his smile widened. We went to his room. By the time I got my clothes off, Zach was laying on the bed, his legs spread, inviting me to crawl between them and worship his dick.
I said, "Remember, you've got to pay the price for admission." I got up on the bed on my knees at his head, and he got up on one elbow. He moved his head forward. It was hard to imagine my excitement. This Adonis, this handsome, masculine guy, was about to suck on my cock again.
Zach took me into his mouth, and his wet lips went up and down my shaft once, twice, three times. Then he pulled back and released me. I didn't move. I didn't go between his legs and begin my blowjob as expected. I just kneeled there in front of his face. Equally unexpected, he did not lay down again on his back. Zach had his eyes on my cock, wet with his salvia. He stared and seconds passed, and then he did it. He opened his lips again and slid them down the full length of my cock. Then he did it again, and again, and again.
I knew then that I had done it. I had made him a cocksucker. As he sucked me, I lowered my body to where I was lying beside him with my face at his crotch. I hungrily took his manhood and began to pleasure it every way I could imagine. We were head to toe in the sixty-nine position, his dick in my mouth and my dick in his.
Time seemed to stand still as we continued on. He sucked me, moved to my balls, and returned to my dick. Periodically Zach would moan, either from the pleasure I was giving him or the pleasure he was experiencing having a big hard cock in his mouth. Or maybe it was both. My own excitement was racing me toward a climax, but I was determined to wait for Zach. I pinched my ass cheek to slow me down, a tactic I had used before with Jeremy. At the end, Zach moaned loudly and my mouth was filled again with his delicious cum. Immediately I shot off myself. We were exchanging our sperm, receiving what we were giving.
We were both spent, and as our cocks began to soften, we released them and lay on the bed, head to toe, looking upward at the ceiling. Zach and I were both floating in that euphoria following good sex. Finally, he said, "Damn, that was incredible."
I responded with, "We are good together."
There was another moment of silence before Zach said something that thrilled me. "Cum doesn't taste too bad." Holy Shit, Zach had never tasted cum before. And he just swallowed a mouthful of mind. I was pleased. Zach was learning fast.
I spoke again. "I have a confession. I'm a cum slut. I'll swallow yours anytime, anywhere, as much as you want."
Zach made a noise that was a cross between a laugh and a chuckle and said, "I'll remember that, for sure."
Zach acted on my offer the very next evening. It was after dinner when he ran the bell and asked if I wanted to go for a drive. He said he wanted to show me somewhere special. It was his favorite place to park with his girlfriends. I agreed with him when I saw it. It was a forested hill that overlooked the city airport in the distance. He drove up a path between large trees until a clearance appeared. He parked facing the airport, and we could see the lights and the planes taking off and landing.
Zach turned and said to me, "Well, Mr. Cum Slut, I am ready to feed you." We ended up naked in the back seat, laying head to toe, I on my back and Zach atop me. He sucked on my dick while he hunched my mouth. Of course, the space was small, but what we were doing was too pleasurable to complain.
Zach had learned so much, and he was working on me like an experienced cocksucker. He licked my shaft, tongued my slit, sucked on my dick, licked and sucked my balls. Zach was on top of me, so I had limited movement. As he sucked me, he slowly fucked my mouth with my hands on his glutes. It was like the last time. I paced myself, and when Zach exploded cum into my mouth, I filled his mouth with my own.
MORE TO CUM