This is an attempt to recreate a story that I wrote at least a year ago or longer. I liked it, but lost it in a hard drive crash. It's totally fictional, but, like so many of my stories, it includes the word I because it is a fantasy of mine. Enjoy! If you are under 18 or 21 depending on your community standards, then leave.
I am a Sophomore at Calvin Coolidge High School. My name is Jeff and I am not your jock type at all. I have brown hair (with long bangs), blue eyes, and I stand about 5'7" tall. I wear baggy pants and don't go out for any sports. I'm told that I'm kind of cute, but I'm shy and I don't like hanging around girls.
Recently, I've started noticing the guys in my classes more and more. I like everything I see. If a guy is good looking, I look at his hands, face, eyes, his chest and muscles, butt, feet - basically the whole package. I wonder if his skin is soft, if he jacks off, what pleases him, all of these things. Maybe I am silly, but some of these guys I would like to be with, kind of like a wife. I love looking at them in the locker rooms. I'm always scared that if I look to long, I might get a boner and be labelled a fag.
I was daydreaming while I was standing there in front of the Pepsi machine near the cafeteria. That's when I heard Mike's voice.
"Yeah, I got some pot. You want to buy any speed?" Startled, I spun around. I'd never been exposed to drugs and couldn't believe anyone was talking like this. The senior that had said it was Mike Kelly. Somewhat of a jock, he was cute, but kind of scary. He stands about 6' tall and around 185 pounds. The kid goes out for all kinds of sports and has a lot of muscle. Scott, one of the shop students, was standing right there. He must of been the one Mike was offering to sell to.
"What are you looking at ya little fucker? You wanna buy some?"
"Uh...No..." I responded. "I just overheard."
"Well, you little shit, you'd better forget what you'd overheard - understand?"
"Yeah."
I was breaking out in a cold sweat. I quickly left. During the whole day, Mike was all I could think about. I was terrified to even think of walking home. As school was letting out, I walked out into the parking lot.
"Hey, kid come here." It was Mike. I looked around quickly. Where could I run to? His car was parked on the edge of the lot and he could easily catch me if I tried to flee.
"It's OK, man. I ain't gonna bite ya. Come here." There was something in his voice that told me that he was not intending to harm me. I liked the car. It was a maroon Camaro. It looked like it had just been waxed.
"What's up?" I asked.
"I just want to talk to you. You seem pretty cool. You want a lift home?" I thought about it and said "Sure!" Mike opened the door for me and I hopped in. I whistled softly as I slid into the leather interior.
"Damn, this is nice!"
"Yeah, you can have one, too by the time you're a senior, if you work for it like I did. Would you like that?"
"Hell yes. What do I have to do?"
Mike put the car in gear and we started heading toward my house. It was in the general direction of the mall that he was heading to.
"You can work for me. I need someone to help sell for me. I know what you're thinking. You won't get caught. I'll let you handle the pot and I'll set you up with some of my regular customers. I'll give you a few joints. Sell 'em for $5 apiece. I'll start selling them to you for $3, you sell 'em for $5. If someone wants to buy in bulk, I'll sell you bigger bags. How does that sound?"
"I can't...I, well, I shouldn't."
"Man, there are other benefits. For next to nothing, you can give the shit to some of these bitches. How would you like to get your dick sucked as often as you as you want for just a couple of bucks? I give them five joints for a piece of ass. I get laid almost every day. How does that sound? Wouldn't you like to get your dick sucked by one of the Senior cheerleaders?"
"Umm. I don't know. I don't care."
"What do you mean you don't care?" I was beginning to feel a little uncomfortable. I couldn't have cared less about letting one of those stuck up bitches suck my dick. I didn't have any time.
"What are you, a faggot?" Mike turned and looked at me as we stopped at a stoplight. "Are you a little fairy princess or something?"
I just stared it him. I couldn't help it. A tear suddenly formed in my right eye and ran down my cheek. I cracked and before I knew it, I was bawling. I'd kept this bottled up inside for so long and now there was no way to stop it. Mike didn't say a word for a few seconds.
"Oh shit. I don't need this."
I got my composure and looked up at him. I could see a genuine look of embarassment on his face.
"I'm sorry kid. I didn't mean that. What's your name?"
"It's Jeff. I'm sorry for being a bawl baby. It's just that I don't know what I am. All I know is that when I'm with a guy, I want to do things. I want to do the things that girls do and I want him to enjoy it. I know someday I'll probably get killed for it, but that's just me."
"Hey, it's ok. I understand. No hard feelings." Jeff patted me on the leg and I instantly felt better. "So, Jeff. What do you like about guys?
I can't understand how you can be turned on by 'em."
"I like them when they act macho. I like looking at their bodies. I want to know what pleases them and I want to do it. I've never done it before, but I want to give a guy a blowjob".
Mike looked startled, like he'd been stung by a bee. He didn't say a word. Instead, he put on his right turn signal and turned down the street that leads to Chester Park. Chester Park is a deserted area of down. Only the High School kids go down there to fuck.
"What are we going down here for?" I thought for a minute that he might throw me out of the car. We pulled into a parking area just off the main road.
"Well, little buddy I got a deal for ya. I'll let you have your first taste of dick if you will work for me. What do you say?" His right hand squeezed the front of his sweatpants. It looked like there was a lot inside.
"I'll do it, but please don't tell anyone."
"I won't. I'm not stupid. I'm making money and getting my dick sucked, too!"
I reached over and felt his sweatpants. He was already getting hard. Mike reclined the seat and hooked his pants under his thumbs. As the sweatpants and underwear came down, his cock flopped out. It looked like mine, but was a little longer and his nuts were bigger. Same thing, just shaped a little different.
I bent over and examined his cock closer. I held it up and looked it over...Just by touching it, the thing jumped a little and Mike flinched. I slipped it into my mouth.
"Ohhh God that feels good." The organ in my mouth continued hardening. It looked like it was about seven inches and it was so thick that I could hardly get my mouth around it.
"Damn, little buddy that feels good. MMMMM. Watch the teeth. Yeah, lick it like that."
I started moving my head up and down on his pole. Mike moaned in appreciation. I ran my tongue all around the tip of his dick, especially where it's the most sensitive. Then, I pulled it out of my mouth and stroked it with the spit that was on it.
"Yeah. That's right. MMMMM. Let me jack it a little. Yeah. Put your mouth over the end again and lick....Yeah, like that. God that's good. Suck nice and hard. MMMMMM. "
Mike's hand started speeding up. I reached down and started lightly feeling his hariy nuts as he kept stroking. My mouth was fastened over his dick and every so often, I could taste little strands of salty stuff coming from his dick. Breathing started getting quicker and he took his hand off. Both of his hands forced my head down on his dick and I choked.
"Yeah. Fucking eh! Suck it good. MMMM. Here it comes. AHHHHH! AHHHHHH! UHHHHHH! MMMMMMM! YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!" My mouth was instantly filled with cum and I had to swallow it fast.
"Lick me clean. Use your tongue to clean it off. UHHHHH! Yeah, Jeff. Thanks man. God that was good. You're ok, kid." With that, he gave me a quick hug and instantly my heart melted.
"Here's a bag of joints. Sell 'em and all the money is yours. The next batch, you'll have to pay me for. We can work out a deal if you're a little short on cash. Hell, maybe we can take it out in trade!"
Mike drove me back home. I hugged him again and thanked him for everything.
Dealing for Mike - Part 2 is in the works.