Date: Sat, 25 Oct 2008 15:13:06 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Andy is Trying to Bend Me, Part Two" by Jay Roberts   Gay High School

I went to bed that night slowly cooling off my hot lust.  The next morning,
I felt as if I had a hangover.  Not too much booze, but too much hot sexual
feelings.  I decided that I was not going to be Andy's plumbing connection,
ready whenever he wanted to turn me on.  I was not even sure I wanted to
carry on gay sex in the future.

Yeah, I was half in love with the guy.  He exuded sex.  Just coming near
him got me half hard and breathing heavily.  His powerful physique, his
piercing gray eyes, that determined, yet full mouth and the body, slightly
hairy, except for his downy legs, soccer legs I dubbed them in my mind.

Keeping away from the hot boi was the only way.  He was in my homeroom.  I
glanced back because I could feel his eyes boring through the back of my
neck.  He gave me the palms up gesture that mean, "What's going on?"  I
turned back and didn't respond.  Several times we passed each other in the
halls and on the paths leading to and from the school.  I kept my head
averted and talked animatedly to the guy I was with.

I had a few friends.  No sex.  No mention of gay stuff.  I think that Andy
thought I was cheating on him with other guys.  In fact, I thought he gave
me miserable looks.  I think the guy was in love with me.

A few days later continuing this avoidance, I opened my notebook in
homeroom and found a note in his scrawly handwriting.  What a jock!  It
read, "Terry, what's up.  Let's get together at my house.  It's empty in
the afternoon.  Come right after school.  I'll be waiting and ready.  If
you don't show up, forget about seeing me again."  It was unsigned, but who
else would write it?

All the rest of the day, after receiving this note, I wrestled with myself.
Part of me decided not to go, because that would be like begging to be his
boi-to give in.  But part of me yearned to have another contact with Andy.
He was like food for a starving man.  So, as you guessed, my prick won out
and I walked to his house, at the address on the note.

I got there and climbed up the wooden front steps, onto the open porch and
stood in front of the screen door.  There was a note on the screen in his
babyish handwriting, "Door's open, come in, and go up the stairs, and first
door on right."

The fucker was making a treasure hunt out of this.  I climbed the noisy,
creaky wooden stairs.  The door on the right was open.  Of course he could
hear my progress up the stairs.  He called out in a husky voice.  "Get
totally undressed and come in."

Why did I follow his orders?  You tell me?  I must be nuts...but I did it.
I left my shorts, tee shirt and slides just outside the door.  My prick was
already beginning to stiffen.  Inside, he was sitting on a battered easy
chair.  He was wearing a ratty chenille robe, I wasn't sure what he had on
underneath, but his gorgeous hairy legs were fully exposed and those
feet...hairs on the top of the instep, fat straight toes, yum.

His face was flushed.  I think he must have been worked up waiting for my
hot mouth.  His eyes ate up my cock that was now almost at full mast.  I
have a somewhat unusual penis.  It is long, about 8 and a half inches.  It
is exactly the same diameter from head to base and it curves in an arc.

"It's a beauty," he said breathlessly.  He opened his robe.  He was nude.
His jock cock was stiff and jumping.  "You want some of this?"

"I'm not your boi.  Yes I am horny as hell, but I can hold out.  I think
I'll just leave now.  This is not the way I want things to go."

He sat up, shrugged his robe off his broad shoulders.  "I can see that you
are excited.  Would you like me to give you a few rubs, then you can blow
me?"

I stopped dead in my tracks.  This was unexpected.  I couldn't imagine this
jock boy willing to touch an other male's organ. Shit he must really be
desperate to get me on my knees, but...But I was needy as hell.  Just some
attention from Mr. Hottest in school was better than a double ice cream
float.  "Ok-a-a-y," I said warily, and I moved up closer.  He was on the
edge of his chair; his knees splayed out, his cock up in the air and his
heavy balls hanging there.

He studied my cock, now so stiff and needy, it almost talked out loud to
him.  I watched him carefully, in case he got cold feet, but at least, as
he put a finger on the tip, his hands weren't cold.  He muttered something.
"What's that?"

"I said that your cock is exactly like my older brother Casey's."

"You see your brother hard like this?"

But he didn't answer.  He dipped his finger in my leaking cock.  Just that
swipe made my eyes cross.  He put it under his nose.  "Smells like
Casey's."

"Is that good or bad?"

No answer, but his eyes looked up at me.  They glistened.  His tongue was
slightly protruding and he was gasping with the difficulty in breathing.
"What's wrong?"

"The odor, it just gets me."

I realized now that the tough ball player was like a little boy.  My pre
spooge seems to hypnotize him.  Suddenly I felt strong, dominant, in
control of the situation.  I took a deep breath and took a risky chance.
In a strong voice, I said, "Lick it!"

He started to get up.  He looked a little angry, and then he sighed and sat
back down again.  His big pink tongue stuck out of his mouth.  He gave me
piss slit a big wipe.  Oh shit, I almost brimmed over.  Just seeing him
like a doggy was killing me.  He seemed to have forgotten about himself.
My cock was conquering him.  I pressed my advantage.  "Andy, suck it. Now!"

He didn't miss a beat.  He leaned forward and took the whole thing into his
mouth.  This guy had done this before.  His brother must have trained him.
He sucked wildly, groaning and moaning around the shaft.  The vibration was
getting me closer and closer.  That big lapping tongue seemed to be wrapped
around my cock and the gentle up and down motion accompanied with suction
made it the blow job I always dreamer of.  I found it time to stop thinking
so much.  I put my hands on his buzz cut hair.  I rubbed it like I was
boss.  I began rocking my hips, fucking his mouth.

There was no question but that he loved every minute of it.  I took the
next, really risky step, just because I was feeling drunk with
power. "Andy-dandy.  You are such a lady-boy.  How you love cock.  I bet
you want my sweet man cream."

I couldn't believe it.  He nodded as he sucked.  I grabbed his chin and
lifted his face.  His mouth was wet with his saliva; he eyes were crazy
with lust.  "Tell me that you want my cum."

"Please let me taste your cum."

"Play with my balls," I groaned.

He took my balls and began tickling the back, and then he swung them back
and forth gently.  He never left off his rhythm, up and down, suckle,
suckle.  I felt my eyes closing as my orgasm began.  My knees locked.  I
felt a buzzing beginning in my thighs and then racing up to my balls and
then I let out a hoarse shout, "I'm cuming you son of a bitch.  Swallow it
all."

There we were.  Me pumping my hips and mewling like a calf, and Andy crying
with pleasure as he swallowed gulp after gulp of my boy cum.

I started to sag as my knees gave way.  He held the back of my legs.  "Put
your hands on my shoulders for support.  Boy when you cum, you cum.  I
thought you would pass out."

When I could breath again I said, "I guess you want me to do you now."

No answer, but he pointed down between his legs.  There were about four
gallops of thick cum glistening there.  He was blushing furiously.

"You came just from blowing me?"

He nodded sheepishly.  Then to change the subject he said, "Casey used to
fuck me.  You want to try that?"

"Sure, anything for a bud.  But gotta go now, lot's of homework."

I quickly grabbed my clothes from outside the bedroom door.  I slipped them
on, and then gave him a brisk salute, "See ya."

End

Now don't get mad at our formerly sweet Terry.  He is just finding out that
he might be a quiet guy usually, but when it came to sex, he was a top.