Date: Mon, 12 Feb 2001 20:01:18 -0800 (PST)
From: James Truett <savannahkid@excite.com>
Subject: Star sixty-nine, Part 1(t/t, High School, oral)

             Star sixty-nine (t/t, High School, oral)

About the time I started High School I could not get the note out of my
mind.  I had stopped in the park down from my house to shoot baskets when I
spotted the graffiti. The note said, "I sure could use a bj, call 232-9061."
I don't know why I remembered the number at home as I dialed the number
232-9061.  I let it ring until a voice said "hello".  I quickly put the
receiver down as I thought, "Shit what are you doing, this guy could be a
serial killer."


I headed upstairs to my room as the phone started ringing.  I answered it
and the voice said, "Who is this?"  I should have said, "Who do you want?"
But I blurted out to the caller that I was James.  There was silence on the
line when the caller said, "What do you want James?"  I answered, "You
called me, why are you asking what I want?" I can still hear the words and
feel the panic in my mind as he said, "Well James I just hit star sixty nine
to see who called me a few minutes ago.  Was that you?  You calling about my
note?"  I quickly hung up the phone as I thought, "Shit he knows I called
and he knows my name."


I was ready for bed when my Mom said, "James, Clay is on the phone for you."
I picked it up as I tried to remember Clay as I answered, "Hello."  The
Caller said, "James, why did you hang up on me?  You never answered my
question.  Did you call about my note?  I hope you did."  I could not answer
and I just held the phone to my ear like a small child would do.

Clay said, "James, you are the first person to call me.  Your mom said your
last name is Truett and that you go to Savannah High.  I go there also but
this is my last year. You ever sucked a dick before, James?" I started
stuttering to Clay, "I never called you about the note, I just dialed a
wrong number."  There was a laugh, "Yea James, well I'll let it go at that
but If you change your mind I'll be standing by the note tomorrow at four,
hope to see you there."


I had just figured out puberty and had limited knowledge of what took place
between girls and boys. I had only heard about boy and boy sex from the
older guys at school. They would talk about queers and blowjobs. I kept
asking myself why I called the number on the note.  Did I want to take a
guy's cock in my mouth? Could I be queer? That night I kept thinking about
Clay. I could see him wearing a pair of gym shorts that were too big for him
and rode low at his waste.  His whole bush was on display.  I could even see
the top of his cock.

I must have drifted off into a dream state as I watched Clay as he stepped
out of his gym shorts.  I was now looking at his hard on right before my
eyes.  I asked, "What are you doing?" He smiled as he said, "Letting you get
a better look. I know you want to feel it, come on James, just stroke it for
me, Yea, that's it, keep doing it, Man this feels good."  I could not
believe I was stroking another guy's cock.

My dream continued as Clay asked "If you want to suck it, you should put it
in you mouth."   I quickly said,  "I can't do that, that's queer."  He
laughed as he said, "Oh, you're playing with my cock. Come on, who will
know? I'm not going to say anything."  About this time I woke up.

The next afternoon I kept thinking, "I was giving Clay a hand job. He was
asking me to suck him off, what I was doing, Why was I doing this "I'm not a
fag."   I had jerked off thinking about the hard cock that had been in my
imaginary grasp.

It was a Friday evening almost four oclock as I walked toward the park. I
reasoned that it would not hurt to see what Clay looked like. I saw him by
the wall as he waved for me to come over to where he was standing.  How did
he know it was me? I thought as I walked over toward Clay as he spoke, "I'm
glad you came, and I'm glad you were calling about sucking my dick." He
said, "You want to feel it, want it in your hands to stroke. You want to
have it in your mouth? Come on push down my zipper." I said, "I can't do
that here.  We'll get caught."  He said, "Can we go to your house?"  As if
under a spell I led Clay to my house.  My parents were out till ten tonight
and he smiled as we entered my bedroom. Clay said, "Go for it dude."

I was kneeling in front of Clay as I zipped down his pants and opened the
fly. Then I pushed the jockeys to his knees and started holding his cut
seven-inch cock. God it looked huge compared to my four-inch boy tool. My
mind was saying, "come on get it hard and play with it." I realized what I
was doing. I was kneeling before Clay and holding his cock in my hand. I had
my own cock out and was jerking off while he watched me.

I knew I wanted his cock in my mouth. I felt my last resolve fade as
Clay said, "Come on you know you want it." I never had a chance to answer as
he pushed his cock into my mouth. He said, "No teeth, just let it slide in,
tongue, yea yea, woooo I love your warm mouth" I saw myself in the mirror as
Clay had pushed his cock into my open lips. I watched Clay's teenage abs he
started to let his man tool slide in and out of my mouth. I heard his
encouragement, "Yeaa, use more suction, yeas I'm almost thereeeeeee"

Clay slowed down and said, "Watch this", as he stopped his thrusting and
slowly started sliding his cock into my mouth. Again I felt the cock head
slip past the back of my mouth and enter my throat. He pushed hard and my
nose was resting is his pubes as he then started a faster fucking into my
face. With gusto he yelled, "Here it comes." I swallowed blast after blast
of his teenage sperm before I let his cock slip from my mouth. He looked at
me and said, "Great job, I wondered how long it would take me to get someone
to suck my cock. I just put the note up two days ago, I guess it pays to
advertise."