"Toby's Titty Trick" By: Bacteriaburger Not True c2002 Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
You can have sex with yourself, and you can have sex with other people. Sometimes you can have sex with another person, while they only have sex with themselves. And even though I like all sex, there's something about that particular brand that excites me. I like turning on cocky guys and making them cum.
Toby was such a guy. He was a senior in high school, while I was in the eighth grade of junior high. Our houses were near each other, so when his bus would drop him off at the junior high building we'd walk together. Toby was a brash little guy--totally hot, and he knew it. He was short, but had a smooth, pumped body to make up for it. Blue eyes and a pug nose accented his cute face; his hair was brown and short. He was a little Marky Mark kind of stud.
Toby was very much into himself, always bragging about how much he could bench press in the weight room, how many chicks he scored with. From what I'd heard it was pretty much true, that he was a real horn dog, fucking girls at every opportunity. I'd even heard that he'd had sex with Angie Geary, a girl my age, and had given her a sucker bite in between her thighs. He told her it was his "trademark."
So, naturally, my frantically horny fourteen-year-old mind spent plenty of time occupied with schemes to lick every inch of his body and earn my own trademark. He obviously knew I was hot for him, and I think he liked it. He would tease me, doing things like holding open his shorts and saying:
"I'm lookin' at my peep, Nat. You wanna look at it?" Usually I would just laugh him off.
One warm spring day we were walking home together, and Toby took of his shirt in the hot sun. I took the opportunity to ogle his tanned, freckled flesh, thick rounded shoulders and pumped chest. We were approaching my street when Toby said,
"Hey, Nat. Check this out." Smiling at me with that cocky smile, he flexed his right pectoral muscle in quick pulses, making the hot slab of flesh dance. He smiled at me, the tip of his tongue sticking out between his teeth.
"Nice, huh?" Toby said. I smiled at him and nodded. "You wanna feel it?" I reached out and grasped his meaty pec in my hand. Toby looked down at his chest and flexed it again, the hot flesh quivering in my hand. He watched my hand with a grin as I felt down the smooth curve of his side, towards his stomach. I ran a hand across his stomach, teasing his soft flesh. I suddenly realized what I was doing, feeling up this hot stud in broad daylight in the middle of the street. I took my hand away. Toby looked up at me, like he was breaking out of a trance. He smiled and I smiled back.
"Let's keep walking," he said, and motioned up the hill. We started walking up the hill together. "Have you ever been to my house before?" he asked me.
"No, but I think I know where it is."
"Cool. We can hang out for a little while, my parents don't get home until later."
"Sounds cool," I said, trying to sound cool. Inside I was bursting with nervous excitement. I knew what was going to happen, and I could hardly believe it.
By the time we got up the hill we were both exhausted from the heat, sweating and panting. We walked another block before turning off onto his street. His house was pretty big, with Christmas lights still strung above the porch. I followed him inside to his kitchen. His house smelled really good, like cinnamon muffins. Toby threw his book bag on the couch. His dog sniffed my legs and I gave him a pat on the head.
"C'mon, I'll show you my room," he said. I followed his tight back and plump ass up the stairs. He opened the door to his room and I followed him inside. The heat hit us like a ton of bricks. His room was small, with only one window, so it was pretty dark and all the heat must have gotten trapped inside. I checked out the fish tank on his dresser while he shut his door and went to open the window.
"Well, Nat, what do you think?" he asked, facing me with his muscular arms at his sides.
"I like it," I said, smiling at him. He walked closer towards me.
"You wanna feel the titty trick again?" He smiled slyly.
"Sure," I said, my throat closing up around the words. I reached out and felt his sweaty chest. Again he gazed at my hand as he rhythmically flexed his muscle. I felt up his pec and nipple, then slid down toward the top of his nylon athletic shorts, feeling his flat, smooth stomach. I put my other hand on him and unabashedly felt up his pumped body, running my hands all over his sweaty, muscular chest and stomach. Toby's breath started getting fast and shallow. He hooked his thumb in the waistband of his shorts and stretched them open, looking down at his cock. He looked up at me and smiled.
"Nat, you're kinda makin' my peep hard. Take a look at it." I moved my head closer to his body and gazed down into his shorts. He wasn't wearing any underwear, and his fat, uncut cock hung half-hard from straight brown pubes in the blue light of his shorts. I slid my hand across his bellybutton my fingers reaching towards his pubes.
"Yeah," Toby said, and slid his shorts down to his ankles. Now he was completely naked, but I couldn't take my eyes of his huge dick, slowly rising up, his foreskin pulling back and revealing the tip of his wet head.
"Go ahead, Nat, feel how hard my peep's getting." I reached down and grasped the hot tube of flesh. It pulsed in my hand and Toby let out a gasp.
"It's big, huh?" Toby said, looking at me and smiling.
"Yeah, it's really big."
"Yeah, real nice, don't you think?" We watched my hand gently stroke its growing length. Soon enough he was hard as a rock, I pulled on it, pushing his foreskin up past the head.
"Why don't you go down and give it a kiss?" I leaned down, held it up to my lips and kissed the tip, his soft foreskin giving way to a moist, hard bulb underneath.
"My peep likes you, Nat. Give it another kiss, let him know you like him too." I kneeled down, his hog still hard in my hand. I kissed it again, opening my mouth a little and letting my tongue brush across the moist, hard knob. Toby moaned. I put the head in my mouth and sucked on it, running my tongue under his foreskin, sucking it back into my mouth. I slid it down my tongue, wrapping my lips tightly around and slathering my tongue under and over his velvety smooth shaft.
Toby was panting, going crazy and so was I. I slid his fat meat down my throat, eating it whole and hungry for more. I took his cock out of my mouth and squeezed its hardness, some precum leaked out of the tip and I swabbed my tongue across it, tasting him. I ran my tongue down his shaft, licking his balls. I lapped them up and licked the hairy crevice underneath them, then put them in my hand and gently sucked on them. Toby groaned in approval. I went back down on his cock and swallowed it greedily. He started thrusting his hips, fucking my mouth. I grabbed onto his ass, slurping his cock like an animal, feeling his slightly hairy, plump ass cheeks. I squeezed his ass in my hands, pulling apart his crack and exposing his hole to the air.
Toby let out a frantic moan. I looked up at him. His eyes were closed and sweat was rolling down his chest and stomach, as he slid his cock into my willing mouth. I grabbed and pulled at his ass cheeks, working my fingers closer to their target. Toby moaned louder and longer, and I could tell he was getting to the point of no return. I pressed a fingertip to his moist asshole and his cock pulsed in my throat, letting go a huge jet of thick, milky cum. He thrashed his head about gasping for breath as he unloaded in my mouth. I swallowed it all and tongued the head for more, sliding my lips up and down his pulsing prick.
I stood up, my own rock-hard cock straining at my jeans. Toby still had his eyes closed, lost in lust. He didn't flinch as I wrapped my hands around his tight, slick belly and pulled him toward me, opening his mouth to mine. For a few precious seconds we shoved our tongues into each other, making out wetly, him tasting his cum in my mouth. I pulled away, not wanting to ruin the moment. Toby regained his composure, pulled his shorts up, catching his breath.
"Wow, Nat, that was some good head. Where'd you learn to suck dick like that?" I just smiled at him. He followed me downstairs and opened the front door for me.
"I'll see you on the walk home Monday."
"Yeah, I'll see you then," I said, smiling to myself because I knew I had him.
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