Date: Wed, 20 Apr 2011 20:22:24 -0500
From: Martin Heidegger <mheidegger@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Queer Road:  Touchdown

DISCLAIMER: This is a series of fictional stories about teenaged boys
confused by their sexuality.  There are graphic descriptions of sexual
activity, most of it homosexual.  If you aren't allowed to read such
material, stop now.  Author retains copyright.


				Touchdown!


	Nobody could catch that slippery little shit Jerry.  All through
grade school and junior high he escaped the usual rites of passage by
running from it.  He was small and wiry and really quite the athlete so it
was no surprise that Friday night when our quarterback called the long one
and heaved it as far as he could, and Jerry ran under it and scored.  We
won and Jerry, only a sophomore, became part of the core football team.
Now it would be OK for me to hang around with him, whereas before, with him
being just a 10th grader, I being a senior, I couldn't really spend that
much time with him.  Now it was acceptable for Jerry to join us football
guys for beers, for Jerry and me to be seen riding around after we'd taken
our dates home, for me to give Jerry a lift home after an away game.  Yes,
that touchdown was a good thing for Jerry and for me, because Jerry was
learning to suck dick.
	It started one day at school when we were waiting for the shop to
open after lunch.  We were the first in the lunch line so had gotten done
before the rest of the class.  He asked me who I thought had the biggest
dick in school.  I didn't know, and then he asked if I thought I did. I
told him I didn't know, and he asked me how big I was, and I said I didn't
know.  I did know, of course, but pretended ignorance.  We sparred around
like that for a few days and then I challenged him to bring a tape measure.
He did and kind of challenged me to measure it.
	"I'm not gonna get caught in the boy's room after school with you
measuring my dick," I announced when he showed me his mother's tape
measure.
	"Where then?"
	Whoa!  So Jerry wants to actually measure my dick.  I had to think
quickly.
	"Saturday afternoon.  I'll be working at Uncle Jake's sporting
goods store.  Show up after four."
	Sure enough, Jerry rode up on his bicycle at four.  It was cold and
windy and misting rain all afternoon, I was glad I hadn't gone over to
State for the game with Uncle Jake.  I had it on the radio, and it was
close.  I knew he wouldn't be back till late.  Jerry stalled around looking
at sweat socks and a second baseman's glove he wanted until the only
customer left.
	"Ride your bike around to the back," I said as I locked the front
door and turned out the lights.
	"Ooh, a secret," he said as I let him in the back way.
	"In here," I said, annoyed a little that he was being juvenile.  I
walked into my uncle's office and turned to face Jerry.  "OK.  You ready to
see what kind of dick I've got?"
	He didn't say anything, just walked around the office looking at
trophies and pictures.  Jake had been a local football star that'd gone on
to college and started all four years on a pretty good team.  I unzipped my
pants and flopped out my dick, it was soft.  I was still annoyed and was
determined Jerry was going to handle my meat today.
	"It's not hard."
	"Make it hard," I said, in a way that caused him to look at the
door as a way out.  I was in the way.
	"I was just kidding about measuring it and all."
	"I wasn't."
	Resigned now that I gave him no alternative, Jerry reached out and
touched it, soft and warm.  It stirred.  He watched it, fascinated as it
rose before him.
	"That is a big dick," he whispered.
	"Jack me," I said as I opened the top snap of my jeans and pulled
my balls out over the top of my boxers.
	He grasped the shaft and pumped up and down slowly.  I liked the
way Jerry kept his eyes on it, fascinated.  I knew I'd found one of those
boys who likes dicks.  I got harder knowing he was having as much fun as I
was, and that there were going to be a lot more ways we'd find to explore
it.
	"OK, measure."
	He got the length, both top and bottom, the circumference, the
width.  I gave him a piece of paper and wrote it all down.
	"You gonna keep a log of dicks?  Am I the first?"
	"I might, and yes you're the first."
	"That makes me the biggest dick in town, at least as far as your
log is concerned."
	"Indeed it does," Jerry said as he finished up his note.
	"OK, now pump it some more."
	"Got my measurement."
	"I want to get my rocks."
	"Now?"
	"Now."  I reached across my uncle's desk and opened the newspaper
to cover the desk.
	Jerry didn't argue, he pumped, trying to find a way to get good
traction and point the instrument across the desk.  Finally he sat on the
desk facing me so he could use his right hand.  In a couple minutes I
climaxed and jism pulsed out over the paper, then oozed out over his hand.
	"Oh gross," he said as he pulled his hand off my spending member
and rubbed it on the paper.
	I finished the job of pumping out the last bit of sperm, then
rubbed my softening dick on the paper.  He was still fascinated by it.  I
felt good.

	Two weeks after our measuring session, Jerry caught the pass.
There was a lot of locker room bonding because it was a big game.  He was
one of the guys now.
	"Wanna take a drive?"  I asked him over the phone the Sunday night
after the game.  It was just after supper and I'd finished my homework.  I
didn't swing by the usual teen hangout but drove straight to the county
highway that led out of town.  He didn't ask where we were going or why,
and by the time we got there both of us had our dicks out.
	"It'll grow," I said as I pulled mine down and leaned over toward
him so they were close and easily compared.  My uncircumcised dick was
longer by a head.  "Jack me."  I leaned back and he stroked for awhile.
	"I've got one too."
	I reached over and grabbed his dick, the first dick I'd ever felt
besides my own.  It was awkward jacking a circumcised cock, no skin to
slide.  After we'd pumped for awhile I put my hand on the back of Jerry's
neck and guided him into my lap.  I didn't say anything, and he didn't
resist.  He paused, then took it into his mouth, tentatively at first then
he let it slide in a bit further.  Soon he began to bob up and down on it.
I could feel his tongue working over the head in little butterfly flicks.
	"Ohh, yess!"  I let him explore it for a minute or so longer, then
began to pump up into his mouth.  He pulled off.
	"Weird.  I wondered what that would be like.  Do you want to try?"
He leaned back, offering his rigidly curved dick.
	"No."  He'd already done what I never expected to do, and I was
certain he liked it and would do it again.  I didn't want to rush him, but
I was already calculating how much cum he could swallow between now and
when I would graduate from college.  I just jacked it slowly and looked out
at the lights of town.
	"So, you don't even want to try it, see if you like it?"  He's
pumping himself.
	"No, but I like what we were doing, do it again."
	He looked around behind the car, then in front, then he went down
again into my lap.  He sucked for a few minutes, then came up for air just
as I was feeling a climax coming on.  I'd decided to let it come unless he
asked for warning.
	"You gonna come?"
	"Yeah, pretty soon."
	"Let me know so I can pull off.  I don't want cum in my mouth."
	"OK."
	He pulled his pants down to his knees and got his handkerchief out
and wrapped it around his dick, then he went down on me again, pumping his
dick.  He took my cock down to the root and then climaxed with it in his
throat, legs stretched out stroking his cock furiously.  His handkerchief
slopped wetly as he slowed down, cock still lodged in his throat.  He
gagged a little and pulled off, probably seeing things differently in his
post climax.
	"I'm ready," I said, stiffening.
	He jacked me, semen shot up to my chest.  He avoided it as he
slowed down and the spurts became a fast wet ooze.  I cleaned up with my
handkerchief.  We didn't talk about it on the way home.  I knew he'd be
back.

	The next week we had the last game of the season, the state
semi-finals, which we lost.  It was 300 miles away, and we didn't get back
until after 2 AM, bone tired and beat up.  I played tackle, and the problem
with playing a better team from a bigger school is they have a better line.
My ass was dragging after trying to hold out a defensive guy bigger and
stronger and faster than I was.  I was bruised and sore, and horny.  I had
already arranged with Jerry to give him a ride home, his parents were
grateful not to have to wait in the school parking lot for the bus.  I
drove away from the high school through town and out the other side.  This
wouldn't take long.  Jerry didn't say anything as we passed the turn to his
house.
	"You want to play with it," I asked as we coasted to a stop.  I was
already hard and it was out and illuminated by the dashboard lights.  Jerry
dropped down on it without a word.  He pulled the skin back with his lips
and let it slide down his throat.  It felt good.
	"Pull your pants down," he said, coming up for air and checking in
front and back for cars.  I complied.  "Straddle me."  He indicated I
should get on the seat in front of him.  He scooted down so he was level
with my dick.  This put my head near the roof of the car, but it enabled me
to get some good pumping action into his face.  That was good.  He'd pulled
his pants down and was working his rod pretty fast.  In a couple minutes he
was in danger of getting my whole load.
	"You want to take my load?  I'm getting close," I whispered,
pumping.
	"Mrrmmph."  He nodded, hand a blur behind me.
	We came together, me ejaculating a load of three day's accumulation
into his lips, Jerry pumping semen into his handkerchief.  I held him
against the seat until I was done, then slowly pulled a softening dick out
of his mouth and leaned back on my knees.  Jerry quickly spit into the
handkerchief that already held his cum.
	"So, what was that like?"  I asked, not really caring much what he
said.
	"Not bad.  What was it like for you?"
	"Great, you just sucked the cum out, it was great."  What could I
say?  Of course it felt great.
	"You want to try it sometime?"
	"I don't think so."