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WILLIAM
By Dudley Jarvis-North
In the early `60s I was a shy senior in high school in Boston. I was also short, skinny, self-conscious, lacking confidence, academically excellent, but socially inept. It didn't help that I was gay and attending an all-male school with sexy young studs dripping with testosterone.
There were 40 guys, 17 or 18 years old, in my homeroom class. They were a mix of ethnicities -- Irish, Italian, Jewish, Chinese, black, and Latino. But when I masturbated, there were perhaps just five examples of young beauty that rubbed my bone in that way.
One day I went to school at 7 a.m., an hour and a half before we were due in class so that I could cram for a quiz. I didn't study the night before because the Celtics were playing the Lakers in the NBA finals. The game took precedence over all else.
So there I was in an empty classroom, underlining passages in my US history book, taking notes, coaching myself to remember details of Civil War battles.
After about a half hour, I needed to pee, so I headed to the men's room with its stained old urinals and concrete painted floors. There were 15 urinals with no barriers between them and on the opposite wall 10 marble stalls with wooden doors that nearly touched the floor.
As I was relieving my bladder and caught in a reverie, I was startled by the metal door creaking open. A body sidled up next to me.
Damn, it was William, one of the wise guy jocks in my class and someone I had a sexual crush on.
As he pulled his penis out of his light tan Levi's, I nervously looked straight ahead.
"Pete, what are you doing here so early?"
"Oh, just cramming for the history test. I slacked off last night."
"Ya mean to say you were jerking off all night."
I ignored the comment. He often picked on me in the corridors, grabbing my briefcase and sliding it up the hallway floor, then laughing as I chased it. He would push me against my locker using his fingers in a spitball motion and hitting one of my ear lobes.
While I was a slightly built 5-5 and 135 pounds, he was 5-11, 180, with dark blond curly hair -- dirty blond, we called it -- and a nice meaty build that filled his Levi's. He was also handsome, with light olive skin, green eyes, perfectly shaped nose and eyebrows that were darker than his hair.
As I pushed my dick back inside my pants, out of the corner of my eye I could see the blur of him shaking the last drops of piss off his, although I dared not look.
"Pete, let's hang out in here for a while. I got cigarettes. Lifted them from my mother's pocketbook."
"I dunno, William, what if we get caught?" I was not the bravest kid.
"Who's gonna catch us? No one's in school yet? Let's go in a stall."
I have to admit, the thought of a few drags of a cigarette appealed to me. I had stolen cigarettes from my older brother and smoked them in the basement. It made me feel grownup.
"Let's make it quick," I said. "I really have to finish studying."
We moved toward the end stall and as we stood face to face in the small space, William took out a pack of Pall Mall's and lit a cigarette. He handed it to me and I took a drag and inhaled."
"Geez, I never would have taken you for a smoker," he said. "You seem like such a goody-two-shoes."
"You don't know me, William," I said, irritated that he saw me in that light, even if he was right.
"I don't really know you, Pete, but I know you stare at me in the locker room after phys-ed class. I've seen you look at my crotch, especially when I'm stripped to my BVDs."
It was true, and my face turned red as I cursed myself for having let him catch me. I thought I had been more careful, had waited until William and other objects of my desire weren't looking before sneaking peeks."
"It's no big deal, Pete. I actually kind of like it. Makes me feel like hot shit. But I have to ask, does it mean what I think it means?"
"Waddya mean, William?"
"You now what I mean."
I did know, but I wasn't going to admit to anything. "It doesn't mean anything. I'm just curious is all."
William raised his eyebrows and came out with it.
"I know you know what I'm talking about, Pete. Let me help you figure it out. You stare because I have a big bulge down there. And you like that. You stare because maybe my dick will pop out. It's really nice, ya know, and it's as big as you want it. If you're so curious, why don't you take a peek at the real thing right now?"
It's hard to describe the pain and pleasure I was feeling at this moment. I wanted badly to see his penis, but the fear that he'd tell our classmates gave me great pause.
I decided to stall for time until I decided what to do.
"I think I better pass, William. You Italian boys have too much skin down there for my taste," referring to the fact that his surname ended in a vowel. All the Italian boys I knew, including myself, were uncut. Although I wouldn't have minded if he was, I needed to say something that might serve as a diversion. It didn't work.
"You dumbass! Don't you know that I'm Jewish? I assume you know what that means. You wanna see if I'm lying?"
I knew what being jewish meant in terms of his dick and it made me even more curious, especially after hearing him say "as big as you want it." I looked at his bulge -- I couldn't stop myself. -- and fumbled for words, but nothing came out.
William was getting impatient with me. He unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his Levi's.
"Get on your knees right now," he ordered.
I was shaking with desire before this object of my masturbatory dreams just a foot away.
"Go ahead. Check it out," he said.
I knelt on the cold floor and carefully unzipped his fly and pulled his shirt up. I could see the white band of his tightey-whiteys a few inches from my face and a generous trail of dark blond hair on his stomach.
"Pull down my jeans," William ordered. "Get your face in my underwear and push your nose against my boner."
Lust trumped fear as I did as I was told. I could smell detergent on his briefs as my nose pushed onto the cotton fabric.
Willliam took his index finger and pushed it into my mouth.
Let's see how good you are at sucking on this. If you do a good job, maybe I'll give you the real thing."
I tasted his finger -- it tasted like dirt and stale piss. He poked it in and out of my mouth making my dick even harder.
I wasn't about to fail this audition, so I sucked his finger as if my life depended on it.
"Attaboy. I can feel your suction." And he pushed his whole finger into my mouth.
"Suck my finger nice and slow. And he rotated it from one cheek to the other making me crazy as I anticipated what his fatter appendage would taste like.
I was completely in his thrall. At this point I didn't care if the whole world knew what I was doing.
William had enough of the preliminaries. He took out his finger and ordered me to grab the sides of his briefs.
"Pull down my undies -- slowly. There's a nice surprise in there for you."
No way I could stop myself from the unveiling.
As I tugged on the sides on his briefs, I stared at the very center of his crotch and his pair of fat balls topped by a generous tube popped up, almost hitting me in the face.
As advertised, William was circumcised -- beautifully and evenly -- and the head and shaft were a luscious pink color. His round mushroom extended at least a half inch wider than the shaft and his balls were covered in dark blond fur and looked full.
"I told you it was as big as you want it; now do you believe me? Kiss the head."
I licked my lips, moistened them and landed them on his dick.
"Nice. I always suspected you loved dick; I knew some day your lips would be on mine. But first lick my balls.
I pushed my tongue onto his sack and inhaled. They were sweaty and fragrant. I liked that they were hairy.
William used his thumb and index finger to grip his balls at the base and turn them into one single bulging entity.
I licked the skin and tasted where his man juice made its home.
He pushed his nuts toward my lips and said, "Open your mouth. I want them both inside so you can wash them with your saliva."
"I never did this, William. Can we go slow?"
William ignored me. He took his other hand and pryed open my mouth. "C'mon, you can handle both of them." And I did. My mouth was stretched as far as I could stretch it, but I managed to get both of his balls in my mouth.
That's it. Suck on them; not too hard, though."
After his balls were wet and clean, he pulled them out and aimed his fat dick head at my lips. I opened my mouth and took it in my hungry mouth. He went in a couple of inches and stopped.
"Watch your teeth, Pete, Wrap your lips over your teeth as you're sucking. If you bite me, I'll slap your face."
I concentrated on mouthing his dick and keeping my teeth away. He pushed it in slowly until all 6 ½ inches of succulent blond penis had disappeared.
His copious pubic bristles were tickling my nose. He tasted so good, different from how I imagined, strong tasting, not exactly like piss but maybe a bit of that and sweat, too, and also the scent of young maleness.
William pulled his dick out of my mouth and used his fingers to squeeze the head. A large drop of white dew appeared on his piss slit.
"That's my precum. Try it before you buy it. Actually, in your case you'll eventually get my whole load for free."
I was in heaven, on my knees, fulfilling my destiny, tasting this little dollop of pearl jam. I was a cocksucker and I knew it. And he knew it. I wanted his dick and his pubes pushing against my nose, his precum oozing out, the promise of more.
I unzipped my fly and pulled my dick out. But I didn't dare jerk it as I would have shot in a milli-second.
William was getting into it as well. He started to drill my mouth and whisper how good it felt. "You're doing great, Pete. You must have done this before," he said.
I nodded no.
"I get it. You're just a natural-born cocksucker," he said through a sneer. "I should have figured. Use your tongue on my shaft and keep sucking. I know you want the prize that's coming soon."
I was burning with excitement. My eyes were closed and my mind went blank. I wanted his cum load and didn't care about anything else.
Suddenly, William arched his back and whispered the words I longed to hear. "Ready or not, here I cum." And I felt a warm liquid gushing into my mouth.
"Jeezus, fuck, I'm shooting my cum in you, Pete. Do you have any idea how good it feels?"
It felt good on my end, too. His cum was salty-sweet, thick, strong and plentiful as a young man's cum should be. William left his cock in my mouth and barked again. "Swallow my load. Don't let any spill," and he took his finger and pushed his cum back toward my tonsils.
After allowing myself to taste the flavor of his juice, I let it slide down my throat. And I pulled on my dick, which needed only a couple of jerks before I unloaded onto my own BVDs dragging on the floor.
William looked down at my face and was pleased as he pulled his moist dick out and told me to open my mouth. His cum was no longer in evidence. It had moved to my belly.
"You seem to like the taste of my cum," Pete. "You swallowed every drop; your mouth doesn't lie. Am I right?"
I stared at the floor. It was a jolt to feel so full and satisfied, yet I was also self-conscious about revealing how much I liked his load.
I mumbled a yes.
"Can't hear you," he pressed me.
"Yes," I said a little louder.
"Yes, what?" And he grabbed my hair and pulled my face upward.
"Tell me how much you loved eating my cum."
"I loved eating your cum," I said louder still.
"Good to hear. We're going to be eating it on a regular basis now that I've christened your mouth. You're very lucky. A lot of guys at this school would kill to get my cum."
I had no reason to doubt that. And I also wondered which guys he was talking about.
I got up as we pulled up our briefs -- I could feel my wet cum on my skin -- and we buttoned up.
"You are now my personal cocksucker, Pete, isn't that right?"
I was silent. I was titillated but also a little embarrassed.
He grabbed my nose.
"Say it."
"I'm your personal cocksucker, William."
"All r-i-g-h-t," he exulted. "We'll meet here again tomorrow. You're going to suck me off every day. And be ready to try some other stuff, too."
I wasn't sure what he meant, but I was eager to find out.