Date: Tue, 14 Apr 2009 22:48:23 -0400
From: blm33@kc.rr.com
Subject: Blatant Seduction

Blatant Seduction
Author: Bill Moretini

Disclaimer: Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely
coincidental. This is strictly a work of fiction.

Warning: Acts of sex are graphically depicted between Gay men. If you find
this objectionable do not read!

Warning: This work is strictly the property of the author. No part may be
copied and used.


Blatant Seduction


It seemed so strange to see everyone dressed in there graduation
robes. Hell, we all looked alike! No T-shirts of various kinds; some with
controversial messages. No Jeans with holes ripped in suggestive
locations. No array of footwear from clogs to fancy boots. The robes seemed
to take away all individuality that kept things interesting. But there was
one thing that had not changed. Clark Rogers. He still glanced at me often,
even now as we waited our turn to receive our diplomas. My last name is
Roberts; Joe Roberts. I was therefore standing beside Clark and would
receive my diploma before he received his. Clark`s family had moved to
Vista Villa and he began the remainder of his senior year at my school just
before Christmas. It soon was known that he was an outstanding jock,
especially in wrestling. You know, of course, what wrestling suits look
like. They leave very little to the imagination. You know too, I suppose,
that grabbing an opponent in rather intimate locations was within the rules
and was common practice. Until Clark came to our school, I was the best in
lightweight wrestling. I was therefore the one for Clark to beat if he were
to gain the reputation as best in our class. Janice Thrumbolt received her
diploma and the line began to shift. Clark's hand struck me on the butt.

"Move up, buddy," he said.

I was used to his hand grabbing my ass in and attempt to throw me off and
onto my back and hold me there for the count when we were paired off to
wrestle. I will never forget how his middle finger slid down my crack and
pressed against my ass hole, but he made no attempt to throw me off of
him. How can I ever forget how as I had him on his back for a count of two,
he winked at me as his finger prodded my hole. At that moment, I thought it
was merely meant to upset me in order to flip me and gain control. But that
reasoning began to fade as gym class after gym class, Clark always tried to
get the shower next to mine although there were plenty of other showerheads
that were not being used. And he invariably faced me and talked about the
challenge and the strategic moves as he lathered up. But the thing that I
remember most is when he got a roaring hard-on when we were still in the
showers after the other classmates had finished and left. He stared at me
with a sensuous grin. I quickly looked around to see if other students
might still be in the shower and quietly drying off, but all of them were
gone and headed for the locker room. All of those memories were stirred up
after he slapped me on the butt and told me to "Move Up". In fact, they had
occupied my mind so totally that I momentarily forgot why we were standing
there, and once again he slapped my butt and nudged me sideways. I leaned
sideways and whispered as quietly as possible.

"Stop hitting my ass, Clark," I said. He leaned toward me.

"We won't be wresting anymore, and I'll miss it," he whispered.

It was that remark that solidified my suspicions. He wanted to do more than
feel it. I suddenly felt an unwelcome swelling in my flaccid cock as I
contemplated what it might feel like to have him fuck my ass. I had never
felt a cock up my ass, but I had tried it with a banana and a cucumber, and
I liked the feel of them rubbing my prostate. But they were nowhere near
the size of Clark's long thick soap-suds-covered cock that I remembered
vividly from that time in the showers. Would in feel better, or would it
hurt? I wondered.

The school superintendent handed Alice Randle her diploma, so I was next. I
thanked the superintendent and took the diploma in one hand and did the
traditional thing with the other; or least it was traditional in my
school. I took off my graduation cap and flung it toward the dads, mothers,
relatives and others who were in the auditorium to observe the senior class
graduate. Well, the damn thing immediately flipped over, and the flat top
acted like a Frisbee. It circled high in an arch and came whirling back and
thudded against Clark's chest, then dropped to the stage floor. I was
embarrassed beyond tears. I almost ran from the auditorium.

When the warm spring air hit my face, I began running harder. Not toward
home, mind you. I didn't want to face mom and dad when we were all back at
our home. There was a well known trail that started at the edge of the
dense woods and branched off here and there a few feet in any direction. In
those little private places, used condoms hung from the branches of trees
and bushes like Christmas tree ornaments as tell-tale evidence of what went
on there. The path became less distinct as it neared a clear water pond
where many girls as well as boys skinny dipped in the nude. Although I had
never gone there to have sex with anyone, I liked to sneak down there when
there was no one there who might see me, and check the hanging condoms to
see how much cum was is them. It was a cheap thrill, but as near as I had
come to being involved in any way with sex.

"Joe! Wait up!"

It was Clark's voice. He too was still wearing this graduation robe. But
why had he followed me to that ill-reputed not-so-secret place where sex
frequently took place?

"Man, you ran out of there fast," he said. "I left our caps on the stage
and came after you. That was kind of funny the way your cap came sailing
back to me. It reminded me of a bride throwing her flowers to the crowd
after her wedding, and other girls or women scrabbling to catch it. Well,
look where we are at! Sex heaven. People come here for sex, and here we
are...you and me together. Why don't we make our way to the pond and go
swimming in the nude?"

Trepidation hit me like a rock to the head. All I could think of was the
possibility of Clark trying to make out with me. Surface diving and
grabbing my cock as I swam on the surface. Coaxing me into letting him suck
me off. Or Coaxing me to go down on his big cock. Yes, I had figured out
the possibility by then. But I had also figured out long before that, that
I was not attracted to girls in a sexual way. And the opportunity to feel
the real thing instead of a banana fucking me was standing right in front
of me. But even though I wanted to find out what it was like, I was scared.

"Well, Joe?" Clark said impatiently.

"Uh...I don't know, Clark," I mumbled.

"Well to hell with you, Joe! I'm getting out of this damn rob and all of my
cloths and going for a swim, even if you won't."

Nervous sweat was leaking from my pores. The heavy black robe didn't help
matters either, so I took it off.

"Aw ha! So you're going too!" Clark said. "Hurry and get undressed," he
said as he unbuttoned his 501's and slid them to his ankles and stepped out
of them. "What are you waiting for, Joe?"

"I... I don't think we should. I mean, what if some one else comes here to
fuck and sees us. A guy and gal, I mean? What`s happening in your shorts?"

"What?"

"Are you getting a bonner?"

"Get your cloths off , Joe. It ain't like we haven't see each other nude in
the showers."

"I do feel like a swim, being hot like this, you know."

"Well, you can't swim in cloths. I have an idea. We have wrestled each
other in the gym. It hasn't rained for a while and the lake is kind of
low. The shallow end has a large area of soft mud. I've never mud
wrestled. I think it might be a lot of fun. Let's do it."

"Okay. That does sound like fun. I'll get undressed and join you in the
lake."

"That's it, sport," Clark said as he stepped out of his underwear.

"You are too getting hard!" I accused.

"And it feels good too. It might get interesting if we both have bonners
when we wrestle. Hurry up, Joe."



It was the second time that I had seen Clark hard, and the second time that
the sight of the big cock excited me. I suddenly gave up fighting my
concerns and began striping. The cool air on my sweaty balls felt good. I
heard a splash and looked up to see Clark rolling over onto his back in the
water. His huge meat resembled the mast of a ship; fully erect and swaying
back and forth with every stroke as Clack swam on his back. My excitement
began to swell in unison with my eight inch long and thick throbbing
cock. I tossed my clothes into the tall grass and ran down to the water's
edge while my erection flopped wildly in the cool breeze.

"Wait for me!" I yelled, and plunged head-on in a shallow dive.

"I'm waiting," yelled Clark who was treading water.

I was almost to Clark when he dove under. I started treading water while I
waited for Clark to come up. It startled me when I felt Clark grasp his
hips, and even more when his warm mouth slid down over my throbbing shaft
and deep-throated it. I glance around to see if anyone might be seeing
us. Then Clark surfaced right in front of my face.

"Feel Good?" asked Clark.

"Uh... yeah. Hell yes. But out here in the open?"

"Race you to the shore, Joe. Forget the mud and wrestling and head for that
huge patch of wild ferns. Okay?"



Clark instructed Joe to lie on his back on the pallet of soft cool
ferns. Then he straddled Joe's calves and bent down and deep-throated Joe's
steely-hard cock. Joe groaned and twisted as pleasure swept through
him. Then Clark ran his tongue between Joe's thigh and hairy scrotum.



"Of Fuck yeah!" I said. "Suck on them...please, Clark!"

But Clark rolled off of me and laid on his back next to me.

"It's your turn, Joe."

"But I never... I never before sucked a cock."

"Either do it or I won't finish sucking you off. Everything must be mutual,
Joe."

"I... okay, Clark..., I'll try."

Well, I must confess that it was beyond exciting to feel and taste his
throbbing cock run along the roof of my mouth. But I wasn't mentally ready
when he put his hand behind my head and thrust upward, forcing entry to my
throat. I gagged and pulled back. But Clark held fast and uttered a
guttural groan of pleasure. My face was buried in his thick matt of kinky
black pubic hairs. I grunted my complaint, and Clark released my head. I
was about to give him hell when a sudden urge caused me to want more. I
plunged down and worked my tongue back and forth rapidly along the
underside of his beautiful statement of manhood. Then he began to rapidly
hunch into my eager mouth while I stroked my pulsing cock with my free
hand. He suddenly pushed my forehead up and off.

"Hell man, I was about to empty my sack. It's my turn to do you. Roll onto
your back and let me at it, Joe."

That certainly didn't require any coaxing. I was horny as a Stag in rut,
and I wanted to know what getting sucked would feel like. Clark was soon
straddling my thighs and licking my scrotum, leaving slobbers running down
between my balls and my thighs. Then he grabbed hold of my cock.

"That's a beautiful thing, Joe. I love sucking cock. Here goes."

"Ooooh yes! Yes, Clark," I gasped. "Suck it man, suck it!"

Clark was loving it as much as I was. Then I felt him gather my slobbers
from his groins on his middle finger. I wondered why, but didn't much care
because of the glorious blow job he was rendering. Then I felt his wet
finger slide down between my thighs and search out my asshole. Fear
suddenly shot through me as he forced entry. I tried to push his head off
of my cock, but Clark would have non of that. Then his probing finger found
my prostate and began massaging it. I was shocked by how good it felt. It
was certainly better than any banana. Then he gently retracted his finger
and raised off of my steel hard cock, leaving a long thread of pre-cum
clinging my pee slit and the end of his tongue. He slurped it all up and
then slid his hands under both of my thighs and commenced raising them
until my knees were mere inched from my nipples. Than Clark walked his
knees up beside my hips and coughed up a goodly amount of saliva.

"What are you doing, Clark?" I asked nervously, as if I hadn't figured it
out. I had, and didn't much like the idea.

"And now, Joe, I'm going to make you a very happy young man," he said, as
he guided the head of his big cock till it found my ass hole.

"Stop, Clark! I can't take that thing!"

"Oh yes you can. I know what I'm doing. It'll hurt just a little bit at
first, and then when it passes over your prostate, you're going to sore
like and eagle into the world of pure ecstasy. You'll see."

"Well..., as long as you know your doing. If it hurts to much, you'll take
it out, won't you?"

"Sure, if it hurts to much. Your job is to relax as best you can. Then it
may not hurt even when I start in. Okay?"

"I'll do my best, Clark."

Clark was so slow and gentle that it only hurt a little bit right at
first. Then, as he had promised, I groan with incredible pleasure as he
bore into me; a little deeper with each gentle push until I felt his pubes
brush against my tight ass hole. Then Clark slowly increased his speed
until he was pounding my butt hard and reaching deep into my gut. He
reached and twisted both nipples hard as I had done may time while beating
off. I was in queer heaven as Clark began to trust hard and fast like a
jackhammer. All too soon I felt my scrotum tighten and my nuts tingle.

"I'm going to shoot!" I yelled.

"Me to, man...me too. Here it cuuuummms! Ugh! Ugh! Uuuuugh! Oh yeah!
Uuuugh!"

My piss slit errupted with the greatest amount of warm cum straying all
over my face, chest and belly, that I had ever experienced as I almost
screamed with pleasure. With his finger, Clark raked my cum up and brought
it to my lips. I sucked his finger clean. Then he raked up more and sucked
it off of his finger.

"Uuummm! Delicious, Joe. So thick and sweet. Well, did you like that?"

"Shit yes! Couldn't you tell?"

"Didn't I tell you? Easy now, I'm coming out."

Clark rolled onto his side with his head resting on my arm. Then both of
sat up fast when we heard a loud round of applause. I stared in
gut-wrenching shock when I was several of my classmates; both girls and
guys, giving us the thumbs up. Some of them were partly into there own
action. I couldn't believe it.

"Great show, guys!" Jerry McBride said loudly. "We're all going for a swim
and then do our on thing. Want to swim with us?"

"Thanks for the offer, but Joe and I have a lot to talk about. Have fun."



I soon found out that we were now included in a select group sex crazed
guys and gals. I was even seduced my Nancy Flanagan once, I wasn't half
bad, really. But no woman could satisfy me in the way that Clark had.
Unfortunately, some went off to college while others moved away to find
work in a large city. Clark stuck around the longest; five months and a few
days, then he too moved away. I soon moved to San Francisco and am wild as
a march hare. Eventually, I intend to get serious and look for the right
guy to fall in love with and settled down with. But for now. I'm busy
trying out new cock to suck and big dicks to get fucked with. Thank you,
Clark, wherever you are. Don't do anything I wouldn't do unless you get the
chance.