Hello. This is my first erotic fiction story. It is based on my life, but all the sex stuff is fiction, unfortunately. Umm. if you don't like teenager to teenager sex please leave, you won't like this. If you're under 18 you shouldn't be here, but enjoy anyway, and don't get caught. Enjoy...
The bell rang, and I rushed off to third period. My next class was my favorite, geometry. Not because I like math, though. That thought gave me a smile as I walked across my high school campus to the next class. I was usually the last sophomore to get to geometry because I had to walk so far, but that never really mattered.
Just as I stepped into class the bell rang, I smiled and my teacher Mr. Fuss, and took my seat, giving someone a high five on the way. I liked coming in late, because, he was there. Keith Firman, the huskiest kid I'd ever seen. He was the quarterback of the football team. Today he was dressed in a tight white button-down shirt, covered by a black leather jacket only halfway zipped. He wore tight blue jeans, which displayed a tight bulge in his crotch. My eyes of course didn't linger, as no one knew I was gay.
I quickly took my seat behind him and to the right. While everyone began to doodle or fall asleep, I let my eyes wander to where Keith sat. I was a total closet gay; you had to be at my old fashioned all boys' high school. I was the geek of the school, the short, skinny, cute, smart kid. Everyone always made fun of gays at my school, and would blow kisses at me, slap me on the butt, and call me cute. Of course none of the kids ever knew that when I went home I jacked-off imagining their playing around was real, and that I really did have about eight-hundred sexy boyfriends with huge cocks. You see I was really kind of cute, I guess. My private parts had undergone puberty, so that I had a decent cock with just a little bit of hair on my balls, but the rest of my body hadn't, basically, I was as hairless as a baby. My dislike of sports left me without much muscle and skin that was soft and smooth. Lacking the cuts and bruises I so often saw on the other rougher-tougher boys. However, even though I played Nintendo more than I played football, my good-eating habits left me skinny without the big gut. Needless to say, I looked like a pretty good date for the big boys at my Catholic private school.
My eyes would flip from my teacher, who rambled on about angles and lines, to Keith who sat staring at Mr. Fuss and at the same time drifting off into thoughts of his own. No doubt probably thinking of some girl, who sucked him off, God I wished it could be me. This was where being a geek sucked; I really couldn't approach Keith. It was socially forbidden, he would half to come to me for help on some project or paper, and then I could talk to him, or lust after him. My eyes wandered all over his solidly built body, which rippled with muscles that couldn't be hidden beneath the thin layer of cotton. My eyes gazed at his handsome face, he had forgotten to shave today, and had just a tiny bit of ruff manly hair, that sent me crazy with lust. I saw his mouth, with big red lips, and could just imagine licking at those lips. I loved to hear Keith talk, he had a sexy Texan accent that suited his body perfectly, and made me think of him as a big teddy bear, rather than the rough high-school kid he was. His hair was buzzed really short except on top, the haircut suited him very well.
My eyes couldn't leave his face and they eventually quested towards his eyes. They were focused on the teacher in confusion, but I could still see part of them. They were beautiful forest green. My cock was rock hard, but I no one could see. My head began undressing him at the urging of my cock, and then I froze in fear. His beautiful green eyes had moved, not his head, just his eyes. Were they staring at me? Or did they just see another kid in the class.
Regardless of them, I turned away. I tried to focus on the teacher, but my eyes quickly wandered back to his. He was still looking at me and so I smiled. If he saw me smile, he didn't care, because he didn't move an inch. This made me think to have some fun. So I licked my lips, wondering how he'd react. His eyes seemed to go wide, but then they raced back to the teacher. Had it been my imagination?
Slowly, he leaned back a little more and his eyes went to me again. I licked my lips a little slower and moved my hand to scratch my nipple. I did this in such a way that you could take it as just being nothing, or could play with it in your head to make it something. The eyes absorbed everything, but Keith showed no reaction. Then he slowly sat up, and unzipped his jacket, my eyes watched him hungrily as he slowly removed his jacket and then stretched like a great big bear. My mouth was literally drooling by the time he slouched back in his seat.
The little game was suddenly interrupted, as someone passed a piece of paper to me from the teacher. They were progress reports, showing how our grade was so far this year. Mine was a pleasant 95 out of a hundred. The moans and groans around me suggested the rest of the class didn't do as well. After examining the paper I stuck it in the bag and shot a glance at Keith. Our game had ended, and I saw him staring at his grade sheet like it was the end of the world. I knew his grade wasn't good.
"Steven, what'd you make, man," The kid next to me asked.
"95," I replied, not haughtily, but instead modestly.
"Man, I've got 72, I gotta get my grade up," he said.
The bell rang and I began to pack up my stuff. As I started to walk out, a hand grabbed my arm. I turned around to meet a pair of impossible green eyes.
"Steven, umm, I'm Keith Firman, hi, umm," my heart was beating a hundred miles an hour as he talked to me. He was nervous, his hand scratched the back of his head and he shifted his stance.
"I was wondering..." he continued.
"If we could have wild sex for the rest of our lives," My mind finished for him, but my mouth botched the words up, and instead said, "you need some help with your homework?"
"Yeah..." he said, his eyes looking at the floor, as if embarrassed.
"Sure, I'll help you," I said honestly and unabashedly, "hmm, why don't you meet me in the library after school today."
"Okay, you'll really help me?" hope and excitement gripped his voice as his gaze shot up without the embarrassment this time, I nodded and received a sexy smile from him as we left to go to different classes.
The rest of the day was an eternity and as soon as class was over I practically ran to the library, imagining the hunk I was going to help. We finally met, and despite what I wanted began working on his homework. No wonder the kid was failing, he did his work all wrong, but he proved to learn fast under my tutoring. A sexual subject never came up as I talked to him, and eventually an hour passed. He looked at my watch and told me he had to get to practice. I told him I had to go anyway, and said I'd finish explaining the Pythagorean theorem to him on the way to the locker-room. He quickly concurred.
I loved the boys locker room, but was disappointed that none of the other hunky football players were getting dressed. When I asked Keith where they were he said that they were already at practice and he was late. I kept rambling on, as I have a tendency to do, while he began to undress. I watched him meticulously, but hid my wandering eyes well. He meanwhile tried to follow me. Finally he was down to his underwear, and began digging in his bag somewhat angrily. My eyes were meanwhile wandering over his whole body.
He had rock hard abs and huge strong forearms; his whole body had no hair except for at his navel, under his arms, and a tiny thin layer down his legs. His back made a perfect V, and I drooled over him. "What are you looking for," I asked innocently.
He looked up quickly, as if he had forgotten I was there. "Oh, umm," he went back through his bag, "my jock strap, I guess I left it at home," he said.
"Don't worry, I've got a nice warm place to put that dick," I thought greedily.
He stood up and walked over to a room with football gear, and dug through some boxes, until he finally pulled out a jockstrap. I looked at him questionaly, "the coaches, keep an extra box of gear for emergencies like these," he said, by way of explanation. He walked back over to me, "what were you saying about x+y again," he asked, as if nothing was happening.
My heart was racing as my mind reeled to remember what I was talking about. I began to make up some very confusing bull shit, as he slowly slipped his finger into his underwear and pulled them down. This revealed a beautiful and soft 6-inch cock with two balls the size of baseballs beneath it. He acted as if he couldn't see my eyes staring at the piece of meat. He slowly slid his jockstrap on, but it was too small, and couldn't get around his big cock. "Dammit," he cried out, not to loudly.
He pulled it back down and walked back over to where he had originally found it. Stark naked he began rummaging through the box looking for another larger one. "Steven, come over here, I can't hear you."
I walked slowly over to him, no longer talking. When I got close to him he looked up with those beautiful eyes, and smiled the sexiest smile you could ever have imagined, his eyes looked down and saw the obvious wet spot on my pants, and that made his smile even wider. I stared in awe at his cock and was mesmerized as I saw it slowly lengthen and grow longer.
"You really are gay, aren't you," he said firmly, but in a some how alluring tone.
I couldn't have said a word if I wanted to. My eyes wouldn't leave his growing cock that was no at least 8 inches and still growing. His right hand went down to the giant cock and hefted it in his hand, as the thing kept growing longer and wider. "You like this?" he asked.
I nodded, but made no sound. There was a pause as it grew to its full size. I couldn't imagine how long it was but I could see it was gorgeous. It was a beautiful pink, and curved upward just slightly, the tip was fiery red and looked like a giant portabello mushroom. The cock was stood up now, and the balls could be seen hanging very far bellow the enormous penis. After an eternity, I asked, "how big is it?"
"It's 11 and a half inches long, and 4 inches thick," spoke with pride in his voice and then stepped up to me. "Go ahead," he said encouragingly, " touch it, I don't think I can put into a jockstrap now any ways so I'll just skip practice today."
My quivering hands reached out and touched the giant shaft, he moaned softly at my touch. "Wow, your hands are really cold," he said. His hand wandered to my back pushing me closer to it. Meanwhile, my mind began to slightly function again and my hands wandered around the shaft. Feeling it up and down. He moaned again, and then said, "can I ask you a favor?"
I nodded without taking my eyes off of his humongous shaft. "Will you please suck my dick, I love guys to suck on it."
I didn't reply, just dropped to my knees in front of him and licked the shaft. He moaned again as precum began flowing from the cockhead. I liked it off, and then tried to take the bulbous head into my mouth. Now, I had never sucked a cock before, and this was not the smallest one to start with. But I tried non the less. I began to suck the head and then tried to swallow it, but the gagging reflex stopped me. He cried out again, and I got frustrated. A rammed my mouth on his cock trying to swallow it. He stared at me in amazement as a beat his cock into the back of my mouth. The gagging reflex came back and I used it to my advantage. Timing it just right I sent that cock all the way back and let my gagging throat work on the cock head as much as my tongue. "Yes, yes," he cried out, practically screaming for more.
I had taken the head and about four inches of the shaft, and I was ready for more. I stopped, for just a second to get a breath and then I went down all the way. My right hand groped for his balls and began kneading them while my left hand tore my pants open to release my aching cock. It seemed miniscule next to this titanic phallus, but I didn't care. I shut my eyes and forced his cock to go deeper and deeper into my mouth as. Finally, my lips his something, I opened my eyes to see my lips kissing his soft pubic hair, my mind reeled for a second in confusion, "Where is his cock?" I thought.
Horror and amazement hit me when I looked up into his eyes. I realized I had taken all 11 and a half inches of his cock into my mouth, it had somehow gotten lost in the back of my throat. My eyes met his eyes, and I saw tears of pure ecstasy leaking from them. My ears suddenly remembered that he was screaming and moaning in pleasure.
My hands continued kneading his balls. We both pulled back from each other, and I looked into his eyes again, before we plowed back into each other. He screamed in pleasure as we did it again and again. My mouth fucked his cock while his cock fucked my mouth. It was amazing. His hands wandered to my head and then lower following my spine to anus, covered up by my pants. He rammed his finger through the material trying to get to me, but continued fucking my face.
I was in heaven sucking this gargantuan manhood, but suddenly my ears heard something rip. My eyes went wide in pleasure, as Keith's mighty muscled hand tore threw my pants and his middle finger ripped into my ass, searching for my pleasure point. He found in the same instant and pressed, sending me into wild orgasmic bliss. I tried to moan, but Keith's dick was too far into my throat. The giant log was stopping my vocal cords from vibrating enough to make sound, but the action caused another reaction. The vibrating of my vocal cords on his cock was heaven to Keith, and he too cried out in orgasm. Lava gushed forth from our cocks together as we began to cum huge loads. Mine sprayed all over Keith's legs. Meanwhile he came down my throat, but that wasn't enough for me. I wanted to taste this God's nectar. A pulled away, until I had just the head in my mouth, and tasted the molten goo still rocketing from his penis. Keith still wasn't happy with that. He wanted to see me with cum all over my face, so he ripped his dick from my mouth and aimed it all over my face. I finished my orgasm, but Keith kept going again and again. He came 7 times all over my face along, not including all the times in my throat and mouth.
He cried out one more time and collapsed on the floor. I was exhausted, but stood up closed the door, and moved up next to him. He was leaning against wall breathing heavy and watching me with half open eyes. I sat down right next to him, and leaned on his big strong chest. He placed his giant arm around me, pulling me tighter and let me sleep next to him.
Like I said this is my first story, please tell me what you think by emailing me at dragonknight222@aol.com. I have many other story ideas and I'd love to write about them but only if y'all want me too. So please tell me if this is good/bad and in a friendly way. Once again email me with questions, comments, and/or concerns. Thank you.