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WILLIAM THE GREAT Part 2
(In Part 1, Pete got to school early to study for a history exam. While he was taking a piss, in walked William, one of his fantasy classmates, who talked him into smoking a cigarette in a stall. That eventually led to more).
By Dudley Jarvis-North
The end of the phys ed hour found the seniors at Boston Tech High School hurriedly getting ready for the next class. Some of the kids were soaping themselves in the communal shower; some were getting dressed; the ones who hated phys ed and didn't exercise were already dressed. And there I was, dressing slowly while trying to sneak glimpses of a naked classmate slipping into his tightey-whiteys while his dick hung loose.
I had snuck looks before, thinking I was being furtive and discreet, but William had seen me peeking at his crotch in his Hanes briefs. In a bathroom stall last week while we were smoking a cigarette, he confronted me about it and asked what it meant. I played coy. But William, alpha that he was, told me what it meant without mincing words. It meant, he said, that guys turned me on and that I hungered to see their dicks. He didn't use the Q word, popular in the `60s among high schoolers, but here was my chance, he said, to see his dick without having to sneak a peak. "Big as you want it," he said, as if I needed further enticement.
The idea of seeing it so aroused me that I got beyond my fear of being unmasked as a gay kid and unbuckled William's belt and pulled down his pants and briefs.
Now it was a week later in the locker room and I was straining to see more dick -- William's or one of my other favorites -- Neal, Dean, Chuck or Dennis. But I knew I had to be careful. Most guys seemed oblivious to being stared at, but I had thought the same of William, and it turned out not to be so.
Mr. Grant, the phys ed teacher, came in and yelled to speed it up. "Let's move, ladies, he barked, "This isn't high tea. Get dressed and get outta here."
The guys finished up and headed to the last class of the day, eager to get the school day over.
Soon, we were in the corridor when I felt a warm breath blowing on my ear. It was William.
"Slow up, kid, I hope you liked the sights today in the locker room." Damn, I had been caught again.
"I saw you taking peeks at the guys while they dressed. Must have made you super horny."
I played dumb and shrugged, but William saw right through me. "I know you, Pete, you always stare at guys' crotches. Why don't you just own it."
Of course, he was right, but owning it wasn't easy at an all-male high school with kids eager to put down anyone "queer."
Then William said something that inflamed my crotch. "Meet me after school in the basement men's room near the woodworking shop. Hardly anyone uses it. I'm really horny."
"William, I gotta get home. I have a job now," I replied, as the fear component within took over.
"Not until you perform a different kind of job. Better be there or else."
Those words filled my with anxiety. If I didn't do as he commanded, would he tell our classmates that I sucked his dick?
"I'll be in the last stall on the left," he said with a smirk.
I wasn't lying. I did have a job at a grocery store, but I also had about 45 minutes before I had to be there. William told me after the first time I serviced him that there would be a next time, but I was rightly afraid of getting caught, of being exposed, of being expelled even. Yet, thinking about William, I was as sexually excited as I'd ever been.
Fear or lust was going to win out, so I told myself to calm down. I could take my time about his proposition during the last class.
There was Mr. Murray at the blackboard, but my mind was not close to thinking about math equations. All I could think about was William's pink, circumcised dick hard and pushing against his white briefs.
When the bell finally rang, I was no longer unsure about what to do. I put the books and notebooks I needed for homework in my briefcase and headed for the basement. My face felt flushed and I was anxious for a second go-around with this handsome stud.
There in the stall at the end I saw two feet inside and cigarette smoke wafting out from above the door. I knew William was waiting for me. It was going to happen again.
I knocked lightly and pulled open the door, and there was William smoking a cigarette. He had loosened his tie and had his shirt out of his faded blue Levi's.
He nodded and I entered. He took my briefcase and placed it against the front of the door, blocking the exposed area and making it difficult to see two pairs of sneakers in the one stall, in case anyone looked.
I awaited instructions as my hands trembled.
William pushed my shoulders down and my knees met the concrete floor. When I looked up, he was using the palms of his right hand to rub his crotch.
"You want it again, don't you, Pete?"
What I really wanted was to suck him off without any chitchat, without the third degree. But William liked to talk.
The questions came flying out.
"Is mine the first pecker you ever sucked on?"
"No, I nodded."
"Oh? Who else? I see how you look at Neal in the locker room. Did you suck him off, too?
"No, I didn't, William. Can we just do it. I don't have a lot of time.
"Who was it?"
You don't know him. One of my cousins. I did it with him once."
"Is he as big as I am?
"No."
"Did you swallow his cum like you did mine last week?"
"No."
"How did it happen?"
"We were playing Truth or Dare -- and it lasted less than a minute before he freaked out."
So you didn't really suck him off the way you did me?"
"No."
But you wanted to because you love sucking dick, right?"
I was becoming irritated at William's incessant verbosity, But if I wanted to suck his dick, I had to play along.
"Not really, William, I don't find him that attractive."
"But you find me attractive?"
"Yes, I do." Of course I did. William was a solid 6-foot athlete, about 180 pounds, with hairy arms and an ass that filled his Levi's to perfection.
"Good. Now get my pants down and thread my dick through the fly of my undies."
I unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his Levi's, which wasn't easy because they were tight. I had to work a little to get them down to his knees.
His dick was hard and the head had moved above the elastic band of his white cotton briefs. I took hold of his dick but had to push it downward to weave his hardon through the fly. It was something to behold -- a splendid Jewish dick -- about 7 inches of beauty capped by the most luscious head that expanded well beyond the shaft -- at least a half inch fatter around than the tube itself.
My fears having been put on hold by my libido, I gripped it firmly and wanted badly to get it in my mouth, but as I moved my lips close to the head, William told me to wait.
"Smell it first, Pete. I took a piss before you came in and I dribbled some on the head and rubbed it in. Can you smell it?"
I placed my nose right on the head. "Yes, I assured him. I can smell your piss."
"Hmmm," he exulted. "Lick the head and get it clean again."
Ordinarily, I would have been grossed out, but he was so attractive and had such a beautiful dick, I wasn't even bothered by the hint of piss. It actually tasted good -- tangy and tasty.
"I think you like it, Pete. I'll have to remember that. Now take it down as far as you can. I'm hoping you've practiced since the last time we did this and you'll get more into your mouth."
I wasn't going to admit it, but I had taken a cucumber from the fridge at home and played with getting most of it in my mouth without gagging. I had some success, but not as much as I would have liked.
"Go ahead and work the shaft -- watch the teeth -- and let's see how much you can take. Eventually, I'm going to make you take it all the way down your throat."
I was getting so aroused listening to William's words that I grabbed the back of his thighs and opened my mouth wide, taking three, four, five inches into my mouth. I swallowed hard and as he coached and pushed, I got six fat inches in and could feel it at the doorway of my throat.
"You're doing great, Pete. I think you did practice. Now, breathe through your nose, try to relax your throat, and let's see if I can get the last inch in you."
William didn't force it, but I could see my lips close in on his briefs. My nose could smell the fabric. I tried to concentrate on how good he smelled and let his dick invade my throat. I got to the 6 ½ inch mark before I started to gag.
"That's OK. Pete." We're closer to you deep-throating me than I thought we'd get. Now suck it hard as I push in and out of your mouth."
William started to fuck my mouth with some vigor, although he never went in the full seven inches. "Damn, your mouth feels so good. Purse your lips and tongue the head the way I like it."
I was in Nirvana sucking him, staring at his fly, tasting him -- as precum oozed into my mouth. It was the best feeling in the world, pleasing this handsome young man. I wanted only to give him pleasure and make him thankful for having me as his cocksucker.
William told me to hold on, and he pulled his dick out. The front of his briefs were sopping wet with my spittle.
"Push my dick out of the fly and pull my briefs down. I want to feel you wetting my pubic hair.
William pulled my head back onto his dick and plunged in. "Look up at me, Pete; look at my face. I like seeing you with my dick going in and out of your mouth. It's so hot."
While I was sucking him I stared at his handsome face -- straight masculine nose, long face, strong jaw, green eyes, slightly olive complexion and dark blond hair. His stomach showed a delectable treasure trail leading down to pubes that were the same color.
Freed from the confines of his briefs, his dick began feeding me with more urgency and I could smell his ample balls pushing under my lips. They were also pink and he had obviously been sweating inside his briefs. I could feel his dick pulsate in my mouth. I could taste his pee hole, his mushroom, his shaft, his pubic hair.
As I worked my mouth on his shaft, back and forth, up and down as deeply as I could, what I longed for happened as William began making cooing noises and his eyes closed as he seemingly entered another galaxy.
We were lucky that all of the kids had gone home, that no one came in the bathroom and interrupted, that the creaky metal door never creaked because William was going to have a loud orgasm.
He placed both of his hands behind my head and let loose a "fuck" as he shot in my mouth -- reams of hot stringy cum that surged out of his dick and into my moist gullet. He repeatedly screamed "Oh, Jesus" and purred like a cat as he let his juice fly.
I was enthralled that he was filling my mouth. I felt honored to get his seed. I wanted to swallow all of it, but I wanted more to taste it for a while -- to see if it was anything like my own. It wasn't. It was stronger, starchier, with a hint of sweat and whatever else makes cum taste like cum.
I kept this gigantic load inside my mouth even after he pulled out and licked my palate with my tongue to savor it, smacking my lips together to experience the taste. It was so delicious I thought I'd faint. Then his cum began the journey to the back of my mouth, down my throat and into my hungry belly.
William looked down at me with utter satisfaction and a slight smirk on his face. "You really are one helluva cocksucker, aren't you, Pete?"
I nodded a yes.
I looked at my watch -- I was going to be a little late for work, but I didn't mind. I didn't even mind that I didn't jerk off while I was blowing William. I could do that later off the memory of the second time I had given this blond stud a blowjob.
We pulled up our Levi's and exited the stall.
I waited for William to say something and finally he did.
"Next time let's not wait a whole week, Pete. Meet me here tomorrow after class."