Date: Mon, 10 Nov 2014 20:35:38 -0600
From: Jarrod Holiway <jdylanh9@gmail.com>
Subject: Christian Teach's High School Destruction (Chapter 2)

Christian's High School Destruction

Chapter 2

***All Usual Disclaimers Apply***
***Don't Steal My Story Please***
***Don't Read If You Shouldn't Please***

      This is the prologue to the Levi Series. You do NOT have to read the
Levi Series for this to make sense and vice versa. This is its own story in
and of itself. I wrote this story because a lot of people asked me why Dr.
Christian Teach was such an insufferable asshole in the early chapters of
the Levi Series. There were several references to Christian's past in the
12 part Levi series. More specifically, something that happened ten years
prior to meeting Levi. This is the story of what happened to the sweet and
young Christian Teach, before he became the cynical and arrogant Dr.
Christian Teach.

      I jumped off of the bed and ran into the living room area looking for
my athletic shorts. I found them quickly and pulled them on not thinking
twice about how my cock, wet and sticky from my first homosexual blowjob,
was sticking to the material. I ran to the door and on the other side was a
middle-aged man holding a pizza. I signed the credit card receipt rounding
the total up to $19.00 leaving a $5.39 tip for the guy. I ordered a lot of
pizza so I always tipped well.

      I took the hot box from him with a hurried thank you. I had more pressing
matters on my mind and hunger was the furthest thing from my thoughts. In my
bedroom was a gorgeous Italian with tears streaming down his pale face. I was
confused. I was never surprised by anything, but I have to tell you, crying was
not the reaction I was expecting from Keith.

      I threw the pizza on the coffee table never breaking stride on my way
back to the bedroom. Keith was exactly where I left him: standing at the
foot of the bed. It seemed as though he was able to ebb the flow of the
tears and sound of sobs. I walked right up to him completely unsure as to
what to do. I put my hand on his shoulder and he immediately jerked his
body away from me. I was flabbergasted.  I shuffled my feet widdershins to
position myself in front of him again and he just turned to face away once
more.

"Dude, Keith?" I said in a questioning tone. I got no response. "I am going
to grab another beer. Would you like one? Or do you want some pizza maybe?
I am going to be honest. I don't know what's happening right now." I said.

"Yeah, grab me a beer. I..I..I just need a quick minute to get myself
together."  He said.

      Okay, this was good. He was talking again. He was thinking. Perhaps
we would be able to talk about some of this stuff together. Between the two
of us our IQ had to be 260 at the least so I know we could figure out what
the problem is and solve it forthwith. I opened the fridge and grabbed 3
beers. I stood in the kitchen and chugged one of them. I returned to the
bedroom with the other 2. I popped one open and handed it to him and opened
the second and took another long draw from the bottleneck. At the end of
that I ripped a belch that would have gotten into Guinness Book of World
Records. He laughed, "You are so crude." He said.

"What are you, my friend or my new finishing school tutor?" I asked in
jest. "Come back into the living room we can pop a squat on the sofa. Have
10 beers and bullshit a little bit. Are you game?" I asked.

"Umm, yeah. That would be fun. I would like to talk a little bit." He
replied.

      I was happy that it was Keith to be honest. I knew he was fucking
brilliant and so he didn't need me to explain things to him whenever we
finally got into a good discussion about what had just happened. On the
flip side, I was kind of scared. I was pretty used to steamrolling most of
my friends in conversations until they had no choice but to agree with
me. We sat on the sofa. And I turned my body towards him leaning back onto
the armrest. He sat straightforward, not looking at me, with his hands in
his lap. You don't need to be a psychoanalyst to read the body language
between us. I picked up on it. However, I decided not to change my
position. I wanted to be in a comfortable position illustrating how relaxed
I was about the situation. I wanted to give off the vibe that I wasn't
frazzled in the least; although, my head was spinning.

"So, what do you want to talk about?" Keith asked.

"Oh, I was thinking we could keep it light and discuss our most horrible
childhood memories." I said.

"Fuck, Christian, don't you take anything seriously? I am in big fucking
trouble here."  He said with his voice climbing an octave.

"I am sorry Keith, I don't understand. Big trouble from the police, your
parents? I mean no one knows what just happened except the two of us." I
retorted.

"Well not now but I'm sure you'll tell everyone what happened, then all of
the whispers that I'm gay will no longer be whispers. People will be
shouting it at me. Not to mention, I'm going to Hell now. In case you
forgot, I am a Catholic. Wait, now I know what's going on here. You taped
the whole fucking thing! You asshole. Your project deals with fags in high
school. I am your original spin. You are using me as a fucking lab rat. You
piece of shit. Why does everyone fucking hate me so much?" He was yelling.

"SSSHSHSHSHSH...SSSSHHHH. Calm down....For fuck sake, Keith calm the fuck
down. You don't know what you are talking about." I said while standing up
and moving towards him. I put a hand on his shoulder and just kept shushing
him until he stopped screaming at me. It was the most intense moment of
hysterics I had ever witnessed. "Calm down, dude. I didn't tape any fucking
thing. I am not doing a project regarding you sucking my dick. In case you
didn't notice, my dick was hard. I can't really go around telling everyone
I know you are gay when it was my dick you sucked and expect them to not
call me gay. You need to calm the fuck down and just talk this out with
me. I swear, I am not out to hurt you at all. Just chill bro. I am fucking
gay. I have always been gay. I just hide it better than you. Fuck."  I
exclaimed.

"I'm sorry. I just don't trust you. I don't trust what I just did. I feel
like you just mind fucked me...and mouth fucked me. I am not even
comfortable talking to you right now. All that shady talk the other day
about never letting people know upfront who you are. You are a shady mother
fucker. I know you're smart and I know you just mind fucked me. You made me
do that to you. You used some kind of fucked up psychology to make me put
your thing in my mouth. While you were giving me instructions I knew I
wasn't supposed to listen and I knew you were telling me bad stuff to do
but I couldn't stop it. You are some kind of devil. I know all that. What I
don't know is why did you do all of that to me. Why did you just trick me
into putting my mouth on your...on your...you know?" He finished in an
exasperated tone. I could tell he was working himself into believing what
he was saying.

"Keith, homie, you have got to slow down. I swear to God that I didn't pull
a mind trick on you. I didn't know you were so confused about your
sexuality. I am so sorry to have put you in this position. I swear I had no
ulterior motive. I only wanted to get you into bed. But I swear it wasn't
for some fucked up reason to hurt you. I am gay. I thought you were gay. I
put everything on the line. I was playing the hard-to-get and harder-to-
understand and even harder to trust role but I swear to you I wasn't trying
to do anything to hurt you. You have to believe me." I explained.

      Keith was still pissed. I think he was starting to believe me. He had
to, I mean it was the truth. But he wasn't ready to give up the anger he
had about following through with his first gay experience. He surprised the
shit out me with his next words, "There is one way and only one way I will
ever believe you. Blow me."

"What? Are you fucking serious?" I asked with exasperation.

"Yeah, what's the problem? You said you were gay. You said you only wanted
to get me here and seduce me because you were gay. If that is true you
should have no problem sucking my dick. In case you aren't as smart as you
think; let me school you. Gay guys like cock. I have a cock. If you are gay
then you shouldn't have a problem sucking my cock. In case you didn't
notice, I just sucked yours." He said almost angrily.

Now I am a big fan of words. I always trusted my words. I have never been
in any situation in which I wasn't able to talk my opposition into a
corner. I think I was a rhetorician in my past life. However, Keith was
different. I couldn't talk Keith in circles. He was just as smart as me if
not smarter. No, this was not a moment for more words. This was a time of
action. If all Keith needed to put his mind at ease was something I wanted
to do anyway, then why not do it? It was time to take action; not take up
wordplay. I stood in front of this hot Italian wearing only one article of
clothing...athletic shorts that were sticking to my spit and cum covered
cock that was already hardening again. No shirt, no shoes, full service. I
dropped to my knees.

"What are you doing, Christian?" Keith asked.

"I am putting your mind at ease, Keith. I am gay and if all you require of
me to prove to you that I am not using you as a guinea pig is a blow job
then I thank you. I want to do this; I want to suck your dick. I am not
only going to suck your dick, but I am going to prove how gay I am...I am
going to swallow your cum. I am going to prove to you that I am a total
fag. But I want something in return. After I am done sucking your dick and
swallowing your cum; you will talk to me. You will share with me what is
really going on inside of your head. We will talk about this
together. Agreed?"

"All I have to do is cum in your mouth. If you actually go through with it
I will trust you. But I don't think you will actually go through with it."
Keith said.

"Just to make it fair, let's do this in my bed. You know if I was recording
you sucking my dick then I would be on that camera too. Go lie down on my
bed. I am going to grab two more beers and I will meet you there." I said.

      Less than a minute later Keith was lying on my bed shirtless but
wearing tighty- whities. It was almost cute. I didn't think anyone under
the age of 40 wore those. He had a very impressive mound in those white FTL
briefs. I wanted him. This was going to be my first time sucking a dick. I
stood at the foot of the bed thinking about that. I was going to bust my
mouth cherry with a guy that I thought was cute but had no emotions
for. How girlish was that thought? I stood there staring at his cock
wondering what he thought when he was standing in the exact same spot not
more than an hour prior.

      This was not a time for words though. This was a time for action. It
was not like he was making me. I really did want this. My 18 year old,
junior-in-high-school body, wanted sex. I needed sex. I craved sex. Keith
was in front of me, offering sex. Oh how his Catholic God answered my
prayers. I slowly, oh so slowly, climbed into the bed between his legs. He
had to open them a little wider to allow for my body. I placed a hand on
each leg and let them slide up his thighs until they reached his pelvis. My
hands continued up his abs and onto his ribs. God, this guy was so scrawny.

      I lowered my head as I continued my trek up his body. When my hands
finally stopped at his pectorals my face was right above the ever-growing
mound in his briefs.  What a gorgeous sight his clothed cock was. I could
even smell his scent a little. It wasn't a bad scent. I could smell his
sex. His cock had a scent and it was intoxicating.  I bent my head down and
kissed his cock through his briefs. It felt magical on my lips.  I kissed
the base and then the middle of his cock and then the beautiful head of his
underused sex organ.

"Keith?"


"What, Christian" He replied in an out-of-breath voice.


"With your permission, I would like to take your underwear off. Is that
okay?" I asked in a humble voice.


"Umm, yeah, I really want his but wait." He replied.


"What?" I asked.


"I am kind of embarrassed. My penis is kind of small. I mean it isn't like
tiny or anything but it certainly isn't as big as yours. I'm sorry. I don't
really know what I am supposed to say." Keith said.


"Dude! For real! A cock is a cock. I have never even touched one. You are
more experienced than me right now. I have never even really thought about
it. Don't ruin this for yourself by thinking about that kind of shit. Just
lie back and enjoy this." I responded.

      I put my hands on his back and slid them down. When my hands reached
his briefs I flattened them out. When my fingers touched the elastic band I
slid my fingers inside of the stretchy material. The flesh of my fingers
burned on the flesh of Keith's hips and ass globes. His skin was so taut
and soft to the touch. I kept kissing his cock through his briefs while my
hands slowly pushed down the cotton. Less than a minute later I was looking
directly into a huge bush of pubes, then a hard cock. I had his briefs at
the bend in his knees. I continued and totally relieved him of his
underwear.

"Well, it is crunch time. Show me you can be trusted." Keith said.

      This is not a time for words. This is a time for action. I placed my
lips onto his cockhead. His flesh was so hot and so soft. My right hand
found his huge balls and began to manipulate them. I loved rolling his
wonderful balls around while I kissed his cock up and down. He was
right. His cock seemed completely average but his balls were huge.

"Oh my God, Keith. You smell so good." I said as I continued with my
exploration; both hands and mouth exploration that is. It wasn't long
before the kissing of his cock wasn't enough. I had to have it in my
mouth. I pulled my lips into a small "o" shape and pushed my mouth down
onto his cock. Keith gasped in ecstasy. I couldn't believe it. I was
sucking dick. Me, football player, track star, class president, SADD V.P.,
guitar club chair had a cock in my mouth. I understood what Keith was
talking about. It was so foreign it almost seemed as though someone had to
be tricking me into it. But his hot cock was no illusion. I really was
buried nose deep in another guy's pubes and I loved it.

      I will never forget the feeling of Keith's wonderful cock in my
mouth. It was so hard yet the skin was so soft. It smelled and tasted so
good. I started thinking about how I would want my dick sucked and I did
that for Keith. I began to fill my mouth with spit. I was going up and down
Keith's hard cock with my lips wrapped tightly around his love tool and my
saliva was just running everywhere. Keith wasn't talking but he was moaning
and bucking his hips. If his dick was longer he would have been choking me
every time he bucked his hips. I didn't know a lot about sucking dick or
dick in general but I did know Keith wasn't going to last long. That was
unfortunate.

      I loved having his dick in my mouth so much. His hard veiny cock was
filling my mouth and began covering my tongue in sweet and sticky
precum. Oh God his precum was like ball nectar from the Gods. I knew I was
gay for as long as I could remember, but I never knew I would love another
guy's cock so much. Everything about having Keith's dick in my mouth was
fantastic.

"Ohh God. Ohh, Christian. It's going to happen. It's coming. Ahhh. Ahhh."
Keith came.  Keith came hard. I felt one squirt of cum hit my throat. I
felt another hit my throat.  Then I felt a gusher. Before I knew it, Keith
was cumming so much that I couldn't taste anything other than chlorine and
sugar. He just kept moaning and cumming. I didn't forget my pledge to
swallow but I wanted full credit for swallowing. I let Keith empty his
balls fully into my mouth. I couldn't feel any more cum spewing and Keith's
moans died down. I slowly moved my head off of his wonderful cock. Holding
Keith's ball juice in my mouth I stared right into his face.

      Keith finally opened his eyes and the first thing he saw was my
face. He stared intently into my eyes. I moved all of his cum to my
tongue. Oh God it tasted good. I didn't want to swallow it but the
alternative was holding it in my mouth forever and that wasn't going to
work. Spitting his cum out never crossed my mind.

"Well?" Keith said with a tone of impatience.

      I parted my lips to show him his bountiful ejaculate. His eyes
narrowed and then widened. I stuck my tongue out. I had his cum in a pool
sitting in the middle of my tongue. I closed my mouth...swallowed.

"Open your mouth again. I want to see your mouth is empty." Keith demanded.

      I opened my mouth to show him that where his cum once was, was now
void of any cum. I indeed swallowed all of his delicious man juice. Oh God
was it delicious.  Thank you lord for making cum and making me want to
swallow it. If Keith didn't trust me now; I am more than happy to go for
round two.

To Be Continued...


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