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WILLIAM THE GREAT
Part 3
By Dudley Jarvis-North
It is late spring as the high school baseball season is nearing its end. I am the manager of the Boston Tech team. It sounds important, but I am just a go-fer. I do things such as lay out bats, keep track of gloves, write up the official scoring card, guard players' valuables during practices and games. Menial stuff.
At least, I have free entry into the locker room and see the young men undress, shower, wiggle their asses and show off their meaty penises. I keep track in my head of who is hung and who isn't, who is circumcised and who isn't. That last one runs about 50-50. This is the `60s.
After practice one afternoon at a field in Dorchester, I am walking up Blue Hill Avenue for the T ride home when I feel someone move behind me and put his hands over my eyes. "Guess who?" he enthuses.
It is William, the 19-year-old senior I had become familiar with in two men's room meetups at the high school. He is handsome, muscular, blond, always horny, and has an irresistible package.
"So, what are you doing in my neighborhood?" he asks. "I thought you lived at Uphams Corner."
"I was doing my gig with the baseball team. We had practice at Almont Park. I'm the manager," I say with some embarrassment. It is such a servile job.
William doesn't make a face or say anything disparaging, for which I am grateful. He puts his arm around me and lets out a "fucking fantastic. Great to see you, Pete. It's been a while. My mom's at work till late tonight. Let's go to my house and smoke cigarettes."
He is such a lovably goofy athlete and so friendly.
We smoked on our first encounter in the stall, which led to my living out a fantasy. I had lusted after him for a long time.
His offer is too tempting to refuse, and I have no illusions about what William really wants. Off we venture the few blocks to a three-decker and up the stairs.
William ushers me into his bedroom and pulls a pack of Marlboros from a hiding place in the closet. He stretches his 6-foot form onto the bed and lights a cigarette. He takes a few drags and hands me the butt.
"I think it's cool that you smoke. You don't seem the type.
I know what he means. I am 5-8, skinny, studious, wear glasses in the classroom, and have a generally nerdy way about me.
William uses one foot and then the other to push off his loafers and sits back against the headboard, with me sitting on the edge of the bed. He tells me to take off my shoes.
We fill a little ashtray and he lights another cigarette.
He is wearing a light blue T-shirt and blue Levi's that look too tight, especially in the crotch area.
He tells me to make myself comfortable as he pulls off his T-shirt, revealing a smooth chest and a dark blond treasure trail just above his belly button that disappears into his Levi's. With his T-shirt off, I can see the BVD elastic band of his white briefs rising above his belt.
As we finish the second cigarette he orders me to get closer and straddle his body. He takes my hand and places it on his left nipple. "We really didn't have time at school to do much, Pete. We have lots of time now... why don't you rub my nipple?"
This move already has my dick hard. His hand helps mine circle around his nip. "Squeeze it," he commands. Everything he says seems like an order.
I grab the nub of it and he lets out a moan. "I love that," he says. "I rub my nips when I jerk off at night, but this is much better having you do it. Do my other nipple."
As I do what he asks, I can see his Levi's swell at the crotch and his penis is obviously hard.
"Keep doing that, Pete. Feels so good."
William tells me to unbuckle his belt.
My hands are shaking. I know what his fat circumcised dick looks like, even though it has been several weeks since I've seen it and the light wasn't bright in the stall.
I have undone his belt and the buttons of his jeans, too. I can see the outline of his dick through his tighteys as he tells me to slide them off. He raises his hips just enough to let me shimmy them down past his thighs, calves, ankles, feet, and let them fall off the bed.
"You really love my dick, don't you, Pete?"
I nod yes.
"You jerk off every night to the thought of sucking it, I bet?"
Yes, I nod.
You like my cum in your mouth?"
"I do," I let out.
"I bet my cum tastes really good."
William is laying it on a bit thick, but I don't mind. He is an Aries after all.
"Do you know why I invited you back here today?
"You want me to suck your dick again."
"Half right," he says, provocatively.
He has thrown me a curveball.
"For sure, I want to see if your cocksucking has improved. You told me last time that you practice with a cucumber. Are you still doing that?"
"Yes," I say sheepishly."
"Great. Now pull off my BVDs."
William is so hard that his dick looks glued to his stomach -- 7 fat inches topping a meaty set of blond balls.
"Lick it up and down with your wet tongue."
Damn, he is so beautiful.
I coat him with spit as I move downward and grab his hips. I pull his penis away from his stomach so I can get my lips around the crown. It tastes strong as if he had just taken a piss. And it tastes like precum, although I don't know it's called that in my 18-year-old innocence.
William lies back, puts his hands behind the back of his head and lets me feast on his penis, lets it fill my mouth, lets me rub my lips on his perfectly cut helmet -- he is half Jewish -- lets me head down to his pubes as I resolve to give him an even better blowjob than last time.
"Your mouth feels a little dry," he says. And he bends toward me and tells me to open my mouth. He expels a large amount of spittle onto my tongue and tells me not to swallow but to use it to wet his dick.
I am aflame by having his spit in my mouth, even though it is a poor substitute for his cum.
I go back to work on his dick, using his spit as he asked. My mouth makes a slurping noise similar to sucking on a Chuckles jelly candy that oozes juice into a kid's mouth.
William coaches me to go down as far as I can -- about 4 inches at first, then, as he tells me to breathe out of my nose, I go 5."
"You are becoming a first class cocksucker under my teaching," he brags, making it more about him. "I must be a fantastic teacher." (typical Aries). He grabs the back of my head. "Almost there. Let's get the last inches down your throat." I struggle, but I want his cum so badly that I know I can do it.
And then his pubic hair -- and the sweat on them -- are brushing my nostrils. I was born to do this, I think.
I bob up and down, almost to the ridge of his head and all the way back, using the skills I have learned and the anticipation of a mouthful of cum to get it done.
Suddenly, William puts a damper on my plans.
"Hold off, little fellow. You almost made me shoot. You're getting really good at sucking me, but that's not why we're here today. Remember, getting sucked is only half the reason I invited you back. Did you forget I said that?
I had, actually. "Oh, I thought you wanted to cum?" I say, obviously disappointed.
"Oh, I'm going to cum," he assures me. "But not down your throat."
Just when I think he wants me to jerk him off -- a major letdown -- he wraps his arms around me and muscles my smaller body, stomach down, onto the bed, face into the pillow. He reaches around and unbuttons my shirt, pulls it off, then removes my white T-shirt.
I had stayed clothed when I sucked him off in the bathroom stall, so I am liking this new wrinkle.
He tells me to lift my pelvis and reaches around and unbuckles my belt and roughly pulls off my green corduroy pants.
I am now only in my Fruit of the Loom briefs, wondering what is going on. It doesn't take long to figure it out as he rips a hole in the back of my briefs and is vigorously tearing the cotton toward the elastic band of my 28-inch waist. His demeanor has changed into something more animalistic than the polite jock he has been up to then.
He continues to rip at my briefs until one final tear makes them disappear from my body.
He pushes his body on top of my back and tells me to relax; he isn't going to hurt me, he says.
I hear him open the drawer of the nightstand next to his bed and when I glance to my right, there is a jar of Vaseline petroleum jelly sitting next to my head.
Now I know what he's planning. "William, come on," I implore. "I'm too small to take your monster up there. I've never done anything like that." I'm suddenly sorry I didn't use the cucumber for more than just sucking.
"I know you're a virgin, Pete. That's why you make me crazy. I've been staring at your little bubble butt for weeks. You fill out your pants so sexy back there, I can't take my eyes off it. I want to be your first. I want to deflower you. I want your cherry. You can handle that."
I am totally frightened, but I have to admit the prospect of letting him possess me in this way excites me. "It's gonna hurt," I mumble.
"At first," he says. "Then it's going to feel so good your toes will curl."
He takes my silence as a yes.
William tells me to use the pillow to bite into; it might help. "Might?" I think.
I can hear him unscrew the Vaseline jar and then a cool moistness on my hole as he lathers me and pushes a finger perhaps an inch inside.
"This is going to help you get your little ass fucked, Pete. And we're both going to love it."
I like that he uses the "we" instead of the "I," making me feel more a part of the process, more in control, even though I'm really not.
He keeps rubbing my crack and adds a second finger.
"We're doing really well," he says.
He gently slides his fingers in and out of my hole. He adds more Vaseline and I can feel him push deeper. To my great surprise his fingers go in fairly easily.
"I think we're about ready," he says. "Remember to take deep breaths and think of how much you love my dick. You absolutely can't get enough of my dick. Think of that, OK?"
I feel the head of his penis rubbing up and down my crack. I am curious to find out if his confidence in my ability to take him is warranted.
I feel the shroom against my hole and slowly enter. "Take deep breaths." He repeats.
"We are both going to enjoy this." The "we" again.
He enters about an inch and it feels a little uncomfortable, as if there is some barrier stopping it.
"There is a muscle down there,' he says, "but if you relax it, it'll go easier for both of us."
I like his use of "us."
I concentrate on relaxing that area and feel him push a little more inside. It hurts, but he's insistent that I am doing great.
He pushes a little more and tells me to push out.
I feel his dick snaking in me, now perhaps five inches, and I'm feeling this odd feeling of hitting some magical place. I utter a satisfied `ohhhh' ."
Did I hit your G-spot yet?"
"Yes, I think you did." I say and think to myself, So, that's called a G-spot."
"That's great. Let's keep this going."
Suddenly, the pain has let up and I am feeling something I've never felt before -- a pleasurable fullness and amazing stimulation.
"I am all the way in you, Pete. I know we are both enjoying this."
"All the way -- really, William?"
"We -- the w-word again -- are going to find a rhythm, and we are going to take off to an amazing place."
I love his inclusive personality.
He is pushing in, pulling out, and I really like it. There is a kind of squishiness that feels good. And I like the feeling of surrendering to this beautiful jock. His body is sweating and not just because it's hot in the room. He is nibbling on my ear and cooing about how beautiful, how tight my ass is -- better than any girl's pussy.
He is now in full rhythm, thrusting into me. I raise my ass toward him, meeting his penetration. I am thinking of his spectacular dick inside me. He is right that envisioning it helps. His pubes are banging against my young butt.
"This feels unbelievable," he says. "Worth the wait. I knew some day I would fuck your pretty ass. Just didn't know when."
William is making more guttural noises and breathing heavily -- hot breath on the back of my neck.
My ass is on fire, but in a good way. He tells me he is going to mark my hole as his personal territory with his biggest load ever.
He lets out one final thrust, one final shout as he shoots his forceful load inside me. Unless I am imagining it, I can feel 4-5-6 separate shots of cum being shot into me. I am also feeling something wonderful happening with my own hard dick.
Then he collapses on my back and tells me how amazing that was, that he's never had an orgasm like it before.
William begins to soften and is leaving my hole. I feel his cream oozing out and onto the bedspread.
I am wet in front. I have shot my own load without being touched. How great is that?