Date: Thu, 22 Nov 2001 15:46:21 +0000
From: jay taylor <jaytaylor69@hotmail.com>
Subject: Blown away, a summer without Dan

I was standing in the galley of the mess hall.  I had volunteered to do a
week as camp counselor for the grade eights of my old school.  Christie was
with me.  She was going into her second year at college and I had one last
year of high school to finish up.  She was one of the counselors, I was the
youngest of the lot.  Christie, the older woman.

I was standing in front of Christie as she sat on a kitchen counter, between
her legs, my back to her.  She was cold and was warming her hands by running
them over my chest and stomach under my hooded sweatshirt.  She pulled me
towards her and hugged me tight, I could feel her breasts press against my
back.  Her wandering hands had slipped just inside the waistband of my
pants, I had a raging hardon that I hoped she wouldn't notice.  It had not
occurred to me that she was seducing me.

Her hands felt soft and she smelled great, kind of an outdoors and woman
scent mixed together.  She started to kiss the back of my neck and ear,
around my throat and I figured out that she had more in store for me than
just her personal human hand warmer.  I wanted to turn and face her, to kiss
her, but she kept me facing forward as her wandering hands delved deeper
into my pants.

Now I wanted her to discover my erection, I wanted it badly, I was willing
it to happen, too scared to just guide her hand there or tell her what I
wanted.  I hoped I'd be man enough for her, she was a college girl, used to
all those college men, I was just a high school kid about to enter his
senior year at the end of the summer.

There was a light tapping on the window.  I looked over and saw John, the
archery instructor motioning with a "can I come in?" look.  Embarrassed to
be caught like this, I called him in out of the cold, Christie didn't move
her hands from where they were, fingers just inside the top of my pants.
She stopped kissing and exploring.

John walked in and looked at us, he looked right at my crotch and I could
have died from embarrassment.   He made small talk, then Christie pushed me
away and left, she said she was going back to her cabin for some sleep.  She
had lost interest in me.

No kidding.  John was a couple of years older than Christie, in his early
20's, he was average height, black curly hair down to his shoulders.  He had
the body of a soccer player, kind of thin but muscular, good thighs.  Good
biceps, triceps and awesome pecs, the result of years of archery, no doubt.
He spent his days in small cut off jean shorts and running shoes, nothing
else.  No socks, no shirt.  He had a light growth of chest hair and that
line of hair that goes up from the crotch to the navel.  I shared a cabin
with him, he was a good size in the genitals department, not huge, but proud
of what he had.

Yes, I had noticed, I had even looked.  The guy took his time getting
dressed after a shower, I swear he enjoyed strutting nude in front of me, so
why not have a good look?  His cock and balls hung heavy, unlike my perky
teenaged genitals.  John's cock hung over his balls and it's head dropped
just a little lower than his balls.  His penis was thick and dark,
circumcised.

I admired him, his confidence and his skills as an archer.  The kids
worshipped him, and the female counselors melted under his charm.  No wonder
Christie had lost interest in me in his presence.

John apologized for interrupting us.  And once again I had been interrupted
just as things were starting to get interesting with a chick!  We walked
back to our cabin through the woods and my mind wandered.

Growing up in my neighborhood there were a group of us who had been going
into the woods for fun and discovery for years.  Jesse, Seth and his brother
Ronny, me, a few others.  We ran around the wood lot naked all day, skinny
dipped in the river by Jesse's house, read dirty books and played doctor
with each other.  Over time we had discovered the magic of the circle jerk.
One summer before we went into high school it was all we did, around a
campfire in the woods almost every night.

There was also the time we played strip poker, Seth had the brilliant idea
that the loser would "suck off" the winner.  I lost, Seth one.  As I got on
my knees in front of him, his erection inches from my lips, he told me I
didn't have to do it "right now, in front of these clowns."  That meant I
was only temporarily excused.  My only wet dream involving a guy had to do
with that one still outstanding debt.

Still, even with my history of getting naked and jerking off with all of my
closest friends I liked girls and thought of myself as straight.  It's just
that every guy I was friends with I ended up having some sort of sex with.
Not that I was totally innocent.

Out of town at the drama competition I had been billeted with the lead actor
of the host school's play, a very handsome red headed kid named Scott.  Dan
and the other jocks were billeted elsewhere, Scott lived out of town on a
farm.  Scott was funny, he had that bitchy sarcastic humor and I pegged him
as being gay.  He was a little swishy, but kind of "is he or isn't he?".  He
was.  On the drive out to his house I definitely got some signals as we
talked, he put his hand on my leg when he wanted to make a point, asked me
how we managed to get so many good looking guys be in the play, stuff like
that.

Up in Scott's room with his parents in bed and asleep for awhile, I came
back in from a shower with just my towel on.  Scott got up from his journal
and started to take his clothes off so he could have a shower.  We faced
each other as in a state of undress and made inane small talk as we both
sized each other up.  He didn't wear underwear under those corduroys, that
explained the obvious outline of his long, circumcised cock. I dropped my
towel and stood naked in front of him.  I took my time finding some briefs
as he watched me.  He was slowly, almost reluctantly wrapping a towel around
his waist as we talked about nothing.  We really took our time checking each
other out and neither of us was very subtle about it.  It was a long slow
act of foreplay.  Fuck, I was horny, he was actually quite muscular for such
a faggy guy.  Working man's muscles, the result of growing up doing chores
on a farm no doubt.  He went for a shower and I got under the covers in my
cot at the end of his bed and waited for him to return.  I resisted the
temptation to see what he had been writing in his journal, to see if I was
in there.  I planned to be after tonight.

Scott came back into the room and locked the door.  A very good sign that he
was thinking the same thing I was thinking.  He took off his towel and
started drying his hair.  The light from the side table shone on the golden
red peach fuzz that covered his body.  I had never seen red pubic hair and
he kind of fluffed it up when he dried his genitals.

I was in fucking love and I don't mind admitting it.  Or I was deeply
infatuated.  There had been several different friends I had had "sexual"
relations with.  In each case it was just straight boys doing what came
naturally, taking care of an urgent need, part of adolescence, discovering
and growing up.  Except for my ongoing relationship with Dan, it was always
a group setting.  No one was more homo than anyone else, it was a no risk
venture.  Even with Dan, as much as I loved the feel of his mouth on my cock
and the feel of his perfect body in my hands, it didn't mean anything.  If
the last blowjob was the last blowjob I probably wouldn't have noticed and
just moved on.  But this ginger haired farm boy was different.

I had only known him about 10 hours but I couldn't get him out of my mind.
He had captured my imagination from the moment I laid eyes on him.  Sex with
him wouldn't be just out of convenience or urgency, this guy was gay so
getting into bed with him was the real thing in my mind.  He would give and
expect more.  And I was ready.

All I wanted to do at that point was drop to my knees in front of him and
take his cock into my mouth while it was still soft, to feel it get hard and
fill up my mouth, to press my face into his red pubic hair and suck and lick
and go deep until he climaxed into my mouth.  To this day whenever I need a
"hardon in a hurry" I fantasize about doing that to him. Scott put on some
boxers and one of those sleeveless undershirts, he looked even hotter still,
and he climbed into bed.  He left the lamp on as we talked about nothing for
a while, and eventually the talk turned to his interest in the jocks in our
play.  Scott had "accidentally" come into our classroom as we got changed
and seen the guys without shirts on as we put our face makeup on.  He was
obsessed with what he had seen.

I decided to make a move on Scott.  I climbed into bed beside him and told
him that I wanted to get to know him better, or something just as stupid.
With that I slipped out of my underwear, he looked at me wide eyed as I
reached under his shirt and started stroking his chest.  Tonight that boy
was going to get a full on blowjob from me, I was crossing all the way over
to the dark side, period.

I tried to think of what Dan would do.  I got Scott naked, pulling off his
undershirt as he sat up, reaching in and pulling down his boxers as he
lifted his hips.  I pulled the covers back for a better look at him.  He
kind of moaned as I moved my hand down his chest to his stomach and started
down to his genitals.  I turned my attention from his golden haired chest
and neck down past his six pack abs and looked at his long cock laying on
his stomach.  A light amount of fluid was leaking out from the perfect head.
  Beyond the purple rim and down the 7 inch shaft a couple of big testicles
were pulled up tight by his anxious scrotum.  His bag was covered in reddish
peach fuzz.  His muscular thighs reflected a golden shine from the single
light in the room beside us.  I started feeling my way down to his genitals.

Before I could get that far I rolled over a little and put my leg over him,
I was getting quite turned on and I wanted the total body experience.  I
planned to lay on top of him in the missionary position, I even thought I
might kiss him.  He grabbed hold of my leg and pulled me tight to him, my
cock was grinding into his hip.  And then I felt his cock starting to jump
under my inner thigh, and hot cum shoot between us.  Christ, he might have
been gay, but I seemed to be his first experience because he couldn't
contain his excitement. It was over in seconds.  His cock pulsed under my
leg as I looked at his straining face, his eyes closed and his head arched
back on the pillow.  I cleaned his cum off off my leg.  I told him it was
OK, he held his dying hardon in his hand and gently cleaned up his pubic
hair and the strings of cum at the head of his cock.

I didn't get to blow him that night or the next because he came exactly that
quickly all over my leg again.  Both nights I laid in his bed as he laid
beside me, his head on my arm, and stroked me.  Both nights I took my time
cumming, he was masterful with his hands.  He stroked and squeezed, varying
his grip and his rhythm, he made a real project out of jerking me off.  When
I came I pulled him close to me, writhing and bucking my hips, thrashing my
head from side to side on the pillow and finally many powerful bursts of cum
into a towel I held on my stomach.  I regretted that he had been so quick to
cum, all I wanted to do was suck him off.  Both mornings we woke up beside
each other too late to go for another shot at it.  I left town and never saw
him again.

I was turning into quite the little homo.

So back at the cabin somehow John and I got into a pillow fight and a
wrestling match, we were both in our underwear.  I never thought of John
sexually, but wrestling with him I had become aroused.  He pinned me and
laid on top of me, crotch to crotch.  He was looking in my eyes.

"Oh fuck, here we go!" I thought, I knew what was coming next.  I put my
hands around his waist, then I slipped them into his underwear and down his
ass, pulling off his briefs.  Conditioned response, I knew the drill, this
certainly explained the strutting around nude in front of me all week.

"What are you doing?" he asked.  Screech!  Moment lost, severe humiliation.
Oh fuck, life was over.

If he could read my mind..."What am I doing?  I'm getting ready for you to
blow me, stroke me, try to fuck me, just like every other guy I'm ever alone
with..."

"Sorry," I stammered.

"No man, it's my fault.  You're just a kid, I got you going there.  I
shouldn't have...sorry."

We untangled and got into bed, turned out the lights.  I was still rock hard
and I slowly and quietly jerked myself off.  Neither of us mentioned it the
next day.  I was lucky he was cool, and I never saw him again anyway.  This
homosexual thing was getting out of hand.  I counted at this point some 5
guys with whom I had shared mutual orgasm, I still wasn't old enough to vote
and I still was absolutely dying to lose my virginity with a girl.  It was a
confusing time.

Christie and I did date after we got back home.  She said she had only left
the mess hall because she was embarrassed at being caught by John.

Our relationship ended right after her dad, who hated me, caught us about to
do "it" on the hood of his beloved Corvette in the garage.  True story, I
was finally bare assed naked on top of a girl, my cock was rubbing against
the lips of her vagina, I was so close to entry for the first time!
Automatic garage door opens, dad and mom sitting in the family car, Christie
and I like two naked deer caught in the headlights.  I ran so hard, trying
to pull up my pants, her mom was laughing, I knew her dad would never hurt
his precious only child.  But the high school kid fucking his college
daughter on the hood of his Corvette?  I was worse than expendable.

The universe was truly conspiring against me ever having straight sex.

Dan had gone away to an athletic camp on a scholarship, he'd been gone for
about 5 weeks by this time, I was truly dying for human company, tired of
masturbating alone.  I longed for his return, a safe partner, a sure thing.

I had a part time job at a local burger joint.  Jesse, my old neighborhood
friend had helped me get it, putting in a good word with the General
Manager.  Jesse was technically not from our neighborhood, his family lived
about 3 miles north of our side of the tracks, next to the river.  They had
a big piece of property and a small house that his dad had built and
improved over the years.  As kids Jesse knew his family was considered poor
and he had found us and came down to play with us often.  Jesse had been
part of many circle jerks in the woodlot, I knew the feel of his erection,
he had whacked me off too.  A couple of years had passed since those days.

It was late August and Jesse and I were closing up at the burger joint.
Jesse had the exalted position of team leader, which paid him about a buck
an hour more than us.  Most of us didn't understand how he got it, he was
younger than the college guys who usually had that position.  Jesse invited
me back to his place for a swim in the river and I saw a look pass between
he and John, the General Manager.  I didn't think anything of it and
accepted.

Back at Jesse's house we parked in his driveway and I left my wallet and
watch in his rec room as he grabbed a couple of towels.  He turned off the
security lighting in the yard and we set off down the property to the river,
quite a distance.  We skinny dipped in the refreshing water, the greasy
burger smell was washed away, and Jesse started to frolic just like old
times.  We hadn't been naked together since before high school but here was
old Jesse splashing me, wrestling me, trying to push me under, and yes,
grabbing my balls.  One look in his eyes and I could see nothing had changed
for him.

We walked back to the house in our towels and went into the rec room, sat on
the couch next to each other in the dark, looking out the bay window at the
moonlight shimmering on the river.  I was speaking quietly and Jesse told me
that his drunken parents were definitely not going to hear anything until at
least noon, they passed out every night.  His sister's room was on the other
side of the house two floors up, she wasn't going to be disturbed by
anything we did.  That sounded ominous.

Jesse wasted no time as he threw open his towel and started stroking his
cock with his left hand.  Mine started to harden as I stared at him, and he
reached over with his right hand and let it flop on my stomach, palm up.  He
let it trail slowly down to my crotch, and I gladly opened my towel as he
wrapped his fist around my hardon and started stroking.  I reached over and
started stroking him with my left hand, it was old times again for sure.

Like his body, his cock long and thin.  Jesse was a bean pole.  He was
circumcised and like me his cock didn't give off much pre-cum stuff.  I was
enjoying myself when I was jolted to reality.

"Fuck this, I can do this to myself!"  Jesse said.  The meaning was clear,
he wanted a blowjob.  I wasn't sure I was ready to take that step with
someone I worked with and went to school with.  He might tell everyone, he
might think I was a fag, he might not understand or believe that I also
liked girls, too!

I thought about it for a moment and I realized that we were older now and
that masturbation just wasn't enough to satisfy Jesse.  I made the decision
to go for it, and I bent over to take him into my mouth.  He told me to hang
on a minute and stood up in front of the couch.   I got a pillow and put it
on the floor, and knelt in front of him.  In the moonlight shining through
the window I had a good look at the cock in front of me.

Jesse had probably 6 or 7 inches, not thick at all.  He had a mostly
hairless thin body, small little butt, he wasn't athletic but he was wiry.
His bag was average size with a light growth of pubic hair, and the area
around the base of his cock had a small bush of dark hair.  He was no Greek
god, no Dan, but I was turned on anyway.

Jesse was impatient, I knew I wasn't going to be the first to do this to
him.  I also knew that once I started I would have to finish, Jesse had a
bit of a mean streak in him, just like his asshole dad.  He pushed his cock
head against my lips and I opened wide and swallowed his cock.

It was silky smooth around the base of the head, the head itself was smooth.
  I let his cock rest on my tongue as I held on to his ass and slowly
descended.  I got as far as I could go comfortably and felt his pubic hair
just brush the end of my nose.  I could smell the river on him.

Jesse was holding on to my ears and slowly started to pump his cock in and
out of my mouth.  I kept up without gagging, I was proud of what I had
learned from Dan.  I kept trying to take him deeper on the down stroke and
made it my goal to have that scrotum brush against my chin.  I settled in
for a long one and anxiously awaited the burst of cum which I guessed wasn't
all that far away.  I was giving my first blowjob, I felt proud and made
mental plans to reward Dan for his patience when he got home.  Jesse was
moaning and muttering and I swear I heard him say "bitch" at least once.  I
did hear him tell me he wanted to try something else as he pulled out of my
mouth.  "What the fuck else could there be?" I wondered and then I figured
it out.

Jesse had gone over to the gym bag he had brought in with him from the car
and was unwrapping a condom.  I knelt there and watched him in the faint
light as he rolled it down his wet cock, then I watched as he reached in the
bag and pulled out a tube of KY Jelly.  "Oh shit, what the fuck have I got
myself into this time?" I wondered.

"I'm going to fuck you."  Not a question, not an answer to my silent
question, not a warning, just a statement said plainly and coldly.  He
seemed so angry.  I felt like I had started this and I was determined to
stay in the game, so I nodded as he came over to me.  He pulled a big throw
pillow over in front of the window, laid a towel on it and moved around
behind me.  He knelt down behind me and put his arms around my waist,
kneeling so close I could feel his hard cock against my back, his balls
resting on the top of my ass cheeks.  Jesse was quite a bit taller than me.
I could feel him panting on my neck.

He pushed me over until I was on all fours over the pillow and just kept
repeating that I should relax.  I felt cold lube being spread around my
anus, then Jesse gave a grunt and slowly started to enter me.

"Just relax!", he kept repeating as he slowly pushed more of his cock into
me.  It was uncomfortable, like I was taking a backwards shit, painful and
as he got deeper I kept thinking "That's got to be all of it, right?".  But
it wasn't.  My stomach started to ache from the pain and discomfort but
Jesse kept going.

Finally I felt his thighs against my ass cheeks and I knew he was all the
way in.  He pushed me down so I was on my stomach on the pillow, face on the
carpet and ass up, and with his hands on either side of me on the floor,
started to pump my ass.  In and out, muttering things like "that's it, yeah"
and questions like "how do you like that?" which I don't think he really
wanted an answer to.

I had adjusted to the discomfort and could actually feel a little pleasure,
kind of a horny burning from inside me.  I was glad he had used lubricant,
though.  Jesse had reached around and was stroking my cock as he laid his
full weight on me and just pumped his hips as he moved his cock in and out
of my ass.

It was exhilarating, I was being fucked!  We had gone from the chill of a
midnight skinny dip to a hot sweaty fuck. I could feel the sweat on his
chest dripping on to my back, I was gone to another place.  The swell of
orgasmic relief was slow in building and promising to be unspeakable.

I felt my own orgasm suddenly shudder out of nowhere at about the same time
as Jesse's pumping turned into urgent fucking, that's the only way I can
describe it.  I had no warning it was coming, and I felt wave after of wave
of cum shoot out onto the towel under me as Jesse started fucking in
earnest, I could hear his balls slapping against my ass as he pumped in and
out.

I was writhing in ecstasy, screaming into a small pillow I had grabbed, I
could feel Jesse's hot breath as he buried his head into my shoulder and
neck.  His pumping had changed from rhythmic and measured to ragged, driving
his cock into me, holding it there, then pulling back and driving it home
again.  Calling out something, clearing his throat, panting.  He moved up
onto his arms and I looked over at our reflection in the bay window as he
arched his head and said something completely unintelligible, and shot his
load into my ass.  Oh fuck.

I could feel each burst fill his condom on each down stroke of his orgasm,
he had a good four or five intense shots, then a few more light ones, then
he collapsed on top of me and we laid there as his cock twitched in me.

He fell asleep still in me, and I passed out.   I don't know how long we
were like that, maybe two minutes, maybe half an hour, but I finally came to
as he was stirring and pulling his limp cock out of me.  He spoke.

"You should let John do that to you if you want to get a raise."  Matter of
factly, no shame.  I died.  "He likes to fuck me, he likes it when I fuck
him, he sucks me off, he likes boys, man.  He likes you.  Should I tell him
you're interested?  I'd be willing to share, I can't do this with him all
the time..."  So much for the warm afterglow.

Horror.

Jesse was a fucking boy whore, John the General Manager's boy toy.  The only
reason Jesse had been promoted was because he let John do him.  John the
married guy with two daughters.  I felt sick.  And I told Jesse to fuck off
and die.

I got dressed and left Jesse's house silently.  I got my wallet and watch
and walked home, my ass and heart aching.  I had just had homosexual
relations with a fucking boy toy who had only been looking to recruit me for
his old fucking fat and ugly sugar daddy.  I didn't know how I could ever
look into the mirror again.

This exciting new world had suddenly turned ugly.


Epilogue:
Look, I kept this incident buried deep inside me until I discovered the
Nifty site by accident and decided to write a homoerotic story about my
first blowjob thanks to Dan.  Out of courtesy to everyone I have used fake
names except for mine and Dan's, and I would have given Dan an alias if I'd
known I had a series in me.  Again, out of courtesy to Dan I have one last
story to come about our relationship in our final year of high school and
the first few years of college.

Just so you know, I quit work the next day after Jesse and I had sex.  Also
so you know, when I graduated from business at college I came back to my
small city and bought that burger joint.  John was still the GM until I
fired him the same day I signed the papers.

I don't give a fuck whatever happened to Jesse.

Jay