Date: Sat, 21 Jan 2012 23:22:57 -0800 (PST)
From: Sam Miller <midtown.expert@yahoo.com>
Subject: Straight High School Cock--Bart--The First One

DISCLAIMER: This story contains graphic descriptions of homosexual activity
between two males. If you aren't allowed to read such material, stop
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Straight High School Cock--Bart--The First One

"Come on Sam, please..." my sister begged as she stood in the doorway of my
room.  "You know the Parkers are nice...and their generous too."  My sister
Erin had a regular babysitting gig with a prominent family in town, the
Parkers.  However, one of her friends had scored some tickets for a concert
in Springfield and concert was on the next Saturday she was supposed to
watch the kids.  I kept my head down at my desk, concentrating on my
Algebra homework.  "I'll give you some extra money," she said, trying to
bribe me into it.  I ignored her and kept working.  Then she got smart.
"What if I have Bart pick you up afterward and you two can hang out...??"
Bart was my sister's boyfriend.  He was a senior and captain of all the
sports teams he played on.  Me being 15 and a big sports player, Bart
Williams was my idol.  And my sister knew it.  As soon as she said the
words I stopped my pencil in mid-equation.  "Do you think Bart would do
that," I asked, looking at her questioningly.  "Yeah, he'll do it," she
said, feeling confident because she`d won.  Then she added with a smile,
"if he knows what's good for him."

Saturday was four days away and I was major stoked.  Like I said before,
Bart was a major athlete, and being from a mid-size town, having him as my
sister's boyfriend gave me major credo at school.  Bart was also a very
likeable guy.  He smiled a lot, laughed a lot, and had a lot of friends.
He was also unique in that he treated everybody equal.  Bart was as nice to
the geeks and nerds as he was to the other popular kids at school.  He
wasn't one of those guys that didn't want his girlfriend's little brother
around, and he always called me "little bro."  Bart didn't have any
brothers, only sisters, and having him call me his "little bro," always
made me swell with pride.  Sometimes, Bart would let me ride along when he
took my sister home from school, and sometimes he'd let me tag along with
them when they went places as long as it wasn't an "official" date.  He
would also go over different game plays with me, and we'd physically work
them out in our backyard.  Bart was an all around good guy, and I wanted to
be just like him.

Thursday after school I got a text from Bart.  "Hey little bro, I hear
we're gonna be hangin' after ur `sittin' job on Saturday," he said.  "Yeah,
that's the plan," I texted him back.  "Nice," he texted me back, "I got
something sweet planned..."  I texted Bart back and asked him what it was
he had planned, and he sent a quick response.  "Gotta go...talk later."  If
I was excited before about Saturday night, I was major mega-excited now.  A
couple of my friends asked me to do stuff with them on Saturday, and I'd
say "can't...I'm hangin' out with Bart; just me an him."  I could see the
look of amazement on their faces and the jealousy in their eyes.  "Dude,"
my friend Matt said with more than a little jealousy, "just you an him,
man??"  "Yeah," I told him back, "just me an Bart..."

I didn't see or hear from Bart again until Saturday morning when he came to
see Erin.  I was in the backyard getting to mow, when Bart walked through
the gate.  "Sup little bro," he said grinning as he shut the gate, "you
ready for tonight?"  A quick smile came to my face as I instantly replied.
"Hell yeah," I said, grinning back, "I'm stoked dude."  "Good deal," Bart
said back to me, "like I said, I got something sweet planned and it's gonna
be awesome..."  The thought again, of me, a 15 year-old high school
sophomore, getting to spend some one-on-one time with a high school god
like Bart, made me stand up about three inches taller and I mowed the yard
with my chest puffed out and my swagger on.  I knew too, the time with Bart
was going to be awesome, and I couldn't wait.

Bart left and took my sister to meet her friends for the drive to
Springfield.  I finished mowing the lawn and went upstairs and jumped in
the shower.  When I got out of the shower, I noticed I had a voicemail on
my phone.  It was from Mr. Parker.  Mrs. Parker was coming down with the
flu and they wouldn't be going out.  This meant I wasn't going to be
babysitting and Bart wouldn't need to pick me up.  If Bart wasn't going to
pick me up, it also meant that he and I wouldn't be hanging out afterward.
I was major disappointed.  I had been looking forward all week to the time
with Bart, and now it was all gone.  Slowly, I picked my phone back up,
went to my contacts list, and hit his name.  Bart answered after only two
rings.  "Sup little man?" he asked cheerfully.  "Got some bad news," I said
slowly, "Mrs. Parker's sick so I won't be working tonight."  "You don't
have to pick me up," I continued slowly, "so I guess we won't be hanging
out..."  Bart was quick with his reply.  "Dude," he said, "just because
you're not workin' doesn't me we can't hang...I mean if you still want to
an all."  I couldn't believe it.  "Really?," I practically yelled into the
phone, my heart racing, "ahhh that'd be awesome Bart!"  "Calm down, little
bro," Bart said laughing, "I'll be there in about thirty."

Bart picked me up about 30 minutes later, in his new black Range Rover.
The SUV was a early graduation present from his parents, and he treated it
like it was his baby.  Soon as I got in, Bart roared off down the street.
A big smile was on my face and Bart just looked at me and laughed.  "Ok,
here's the plan," he said.  "What don't we start off by getting some
burgers, then maybe go to a show."  "Sounds good," I said, knowing that
being seen with Bart without my sister would propel my status symbol about
50 points, at least.  "What movie are you thinking about?," I asked him.
"How `bout Million Dollar Baby," Bart said.  The movie had just come out
the previous Wednesday, and had been sold out since then.  "That'd be
cool," I said, "but it's probably still sold out."  "Not to worry, little
bro," Bart said smiling, "I already got the tics..."  It was my turn for
the big smile, and all I could say was "sweet!"

While Bart and I were chowing down on burgers, we talked about sports,
school, sports, the colleges he was thinking about, sports, and girls.  He
asked me if there was any girls that I liked, and I told him there was one
girl from school, Staci, who I talked to a lot and would probably ask out
as soon as I got my license.  "But that's almost four months away," I
moaned.  "It'll be here before you know it," he assured me.  "Just enjoy
yourself and have a good time."  We got to the theater about 45 minutes
early and were one of the first ones in line.  It was another sold-out
screening, and I wondered how Bart was able to score the tickets he did.
It was almost 11:00 by the time the movie got out and we headed to Bart's
car.  "You wanna ride around before I take you home, little bro?," Bart
asked me when we got into his SUV.  "Sure," I said, "it's Saturday and I
don't have to be home til 12:30."  We drove around town for a while, then
Bart headed south and turned onto the narrow road that led to the lake.
Soon, Bart turned off the narrow road and onto a dirt road that led to a
dead-end.  He stopped the car at the dead-end and turned off the engine.
Right before us was a small clearing and beyond that a perfect view of the
lake.  When Bart cut the engine he let out a small sigh.  "I always like
coming out here," he said, "it relaxes me."  I was relaxed too, and just
sat there thinking about what a great evening it had been.  I'd got to
spend the entire time, by myself, with a dude that I idolized.  "It don't
get much better than this," I thought to myself.  But it did.

Bart and I sat in silence for a few minutes, with nothing but the radio
playing.  Finally, Bart reached up to turn the radio down, then looked over
at me.  "Dude," he began, "I need some help with something...you think you
can help me?"  "Sure man," I quickly answered back, "I'll help ya with
anything Bart."  "Well, you know me and Erin have been going out for almost
a year, right," he began, "and I really like her a lot..."  "She really
likes you too, Bart," I interrupted, "she's told me so."  "Anyway," he
continued, glancing at me every few seconds, "we don't have sex, ya
know..."  "Ummmm...o...k...," I slowly said.  I was a little confused and
kind of uncomfortable with what Bart had just told me.  But I was even more
confused about why he would tell me the sex stuff with him and my sister.
I really didn't want to hear that stuff about them.  Then Bart spoke again.
"And ya know," he said, "guys like you and me, jocks like us, we got
certain needs an shit and those needs gotta be released or it'll make us
crazy...so crazy we won't be able to do right by our team..."  Everything
Bart had said after "guys like you and me, jocks like us..." was lost to
me.  Had Bart really put me on the same level as him?  Had he really
referred to me as a jock, like him?  I was stunned.  "Did you hear what I
said, Sam?," Bart asked, breaking me out of my haze, "we got needs and
those needs gotta be released so we don't go crazy!"  I'd actually heard
Bart the first time, but hearing it again still confused me.  "I'm not sure
what you mean, Bart," I confessed to him, "about needs and them needing to
be released..."  "I'm talkin' about sex needs, Sam," he said looking right
at me, "unloadin' your spunk, shootin' your load, empytin' your balls..."
"Oh," I said, a little surprised to hear Bart using those types of terms,
"ok."  "So, little bro," Bart said, turning his face back toward the
windshield and looking out across the lake, "is that something you can help
me with?"

Ok, now I was so totally confused I didn't know what to say or do.  I mean,
I'd jacked off before sure.  I'd unloaded my own spunk, shot my own load,
and emptied my own balls, but I'd never thought about doing it to another
guy.  Ever.  I just sat there in the passenger seat of Bart's Range Rover,
in silence.  "Here`s the deal, Sam," Bart finally said, breaking the
silence.  "Everybody knows that Erin's a virgin and plans on staying that
way.  And since we've been going out I've had lots of chicks, and a few
dudes, offer to help me out and take care of my needs; cause they
understand how it is with guys like you and me..."  There it was again.
Bart once again put me on the same level as him; a guy like him.  "Wait," I
said, snapping back, "you've had guys offer to help you
out??...how?,,,,,and who???"  "Just with a hand job," Bart offered back.
"And one of the guys," he continued on, "was Rodney Pearce...and the only
reason I'm telling you is because I know I can trust you not to say
anything."  Rodney Pearce was a junior and played sweeper on the soccer
team.  He kept to himself most of the time, but did have a few friends he
hung out with.  "Rodney Pearce?," I slowly asked Bart.  "Yeah," Bart said
back, "Rodney's a cool guy and he understands the kinds of needs we have."
"But," Bart continued, "I didn't take him or anybody else up on the offers
because I want somebody I know I can trust...somebody I know is gonna keep
it between us...somebody that's more like family..."  More like family...
That was an interesting choice of words Bart had used.  More like
family...or maybe more like a little brother.

My head was spinning from what Bart had just told me and what he was asking
me to do.  I was really confused.  Did guys really do that for each other?
And if they did, how did they do it?  Bart had mentioned several times that
he thought of me as his equal; a friend and also a jock.  That to me was
overwhelming.  Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think he would
consider me to be on the same level as he was.  We sat in silence for a few
more minutes as the radio played and I made my decision.  Bart was a very
cool guy and was my friend.  He was also my idol, and I wanted him to know
I would help him out with anything that he needed.

I broke the silence very slowly.  "So," I began, "if I help you out, it's
gonna be our secret right?; just between you and me?"  "That's why I wanted
you to help me out, Sam," Bart replied back.  "I trust you that you're not
gonna go telling anybody...and I sure as hell ain't gonna say anything!"
"Ok," I said, again slowly, "what do I do?"  A big smile came to Bart's
face as he slid his seat back and reclined it a little, moving it away from
the steering wheel.  "You're the best little bro a dude could have," he
said smiling.  Once his seat was back, Bart reached down and unsnapped and
unzipped his shorts.  Then I watched as he pulled his shorts and underwear
down to his ankles, in one slow movement.

The glow from the radio lit up a small amount of the suv.  Once his shorts
were down, Bart reached over and flipped on a light that was built into the
dash.  I looked over and saw that Bart's dick was already hard.  I'd never
seen another guy's dick hard before, and was a little amazed at his.  From
it's base in his curly dark brown pubes, to just under the cut head, Bart's
cock was a perfect cylinder.  His head flared out a little bigger than the
shaft, and I could see shiny wet stuff oozing out of the head slit onto his
dark red shirt.  Bart reached down and pulled his shirt up, exposing his
hard abs.  His hard cock pulled up a little, then plopped down against it
stomach.  The head reached just past Bart's navel, and I could barely make
out the hairs of a treasure trail lying beneath the shaft.  His balls lay
lose in their sack between his legs, and I could see them moving slightly
each time Bart's cock twitched.  I sat looking at Bart's cock, no
expression on my face.  I didn't know what I was supposed to do.  All of a
sudden, Bart pulled his shorts back up.  He moved his seat back up to
forward position, pushed his body up, and jumped through the seats and over
the console, into the back bench seat.  I turned around and saw him leaning
up against the window, one leg on the seat and the other on the floorboard.
His shorts and underwear were back down around his ankles.  Bart looked at
me and grinned.  "Here ya go, little bro," he said, "it's all yours..."  I
still sat there, no expression and not moving.  Finally, "Ummm...what am I
supposed to do, Bart?" I asked.  Bart laughed a little.  "First, get your
ass back here," he said, "then just pretend it's your own dick, Sam...jack
it like you would your own..."

Slowly, I crawled between the seats and onto the back seat.  I reached over
and laid my open palm against the underside of Bart's shaft.  It was really
warm, almost hot, and moved when I touched it.  Bart tensed a little when I
touched him, but his body soon relaxed and I could feel his cock twitch
beneath my hand.  "Just wrap your hand around it, bro," Bart said in a low
voice.  "Just wrap your hand around it and see how it feels."  I moved my
hand sideways on his cock and slowly closed my hand around Bart's rigid
shaft.  My fingers wouldn't go all the way around, lacking about ¾ of an
inch from meeting.  Bart's cock jerked and hardened, and his pre-jizz
flowed out of his slit and onto my hand.  I was amazed at how my and Bart's
cock felt the same.  His was longer and thicker, but they both had the same
feeling of hard mixed with soft.  And the way his pre-jizz was flowing,
Bart, like me, didn't need any other type of lube.  With his cock gripped
in my hand, I slowly moved up and down Bart's rigid pole.  More pre-jazzed
flowed out as I heard Bart catch his breath.  "Fuck Sam," he moaned low,
"that's perfect dude...fuck yeah, that's perfect."

I worked Bart's hard thick pole slow, and I could feel his hips lift off
the seat each time my hand got to the base.  A lot of pre-jizz was now
flowing out and I brought my left hand to his cock head and ran my palm
over the slit.  A lower moan came from Bart, and I looked up and saw his
head was tilted back and his eyes closed.  I continued working my hands in
the same motions, and Bart's moans got louder.  "Ahhhh fuck man," he
groaned, "that feels soooo fuckin' good..."  My left palm was now soaked
with Bart's pre-jizz, and I moved it down and started rubbing his balls.
"Shit man!" he groaned louder, "fuuuck..."

I moved from where I was sitting on the seat and got on my knees between
Bart's legs.  My right hand gripped his hard rod tighter, while my left
heavily massaged his balls.  Bart's shaft was now soaked from his constant
flow of pre-jizz and moved easily in my hand.  Bart was enjoying my hands
so much I decided to up the pleasure.  I moved my hand to where my thumb
was on the underside of his shaft.  Each time my hand went up his shaft, to
the head, my thumb rubbed against the sensitive underside of his cock head.
This drove Bart crazy.  "JESUS FUCK!!!" he yelled the first time my thumb
hit the underside of his head.  "What the fuck man...ahhh dude...what the
fuck!!!!"  I continued the cock assault with my hand, and moved my other
hand from his balls and wrapped it also around his shaft.  More and more
pre-jizz flowed out, as Bart`s cock slipped easily through my tight hands.
Bart began to move his hips up higher off the seat, using his hands to help
push him up.  "Fuck dude, I can't take much more a this...," he breathed
out hard.  "I'm gonna fuckin' blow it soon..."

With both hands on Bart's hard thick cock I jacked him at an even pace.
Not too fast and not too slow; just like I liked it.  Bart's hips were
coming higher and higher off the bench seat, and his breathing was short
and heavy.  I looked at him and his head was almost all the way back now,
and his eyes tightly closed.  Bart's left hand was pushing against the
window sill for leverage, while his right hand pushed hard against the top
of the bench seat.  His legs were spread as wide as his shorts and
underwear would let them.  I kept up my pace with my hands, and suddenly
Bart jerked his head forward.  I could feel his cock get harder and thicker
in my hands, as his pre-jizz steadily flowed.  I watched as Bart leveled
his eyes on me, and squinted them a little.  His nostrils flared as his
breathing became shorter and stronger.  "FUUCCKK," Bart suddenly yelled out
as he pushed his hips and swollen cock up hard into my hands,
"FUUUCCCKKK..."  Then the first shot fired out of Bart's thick long cock,
and sailed past his head.  That shot was followed by four more, each
landing either on his head or at the top of his shirt.  I jacked hard as I
watched shot after shot fly out of Bart's cock, staining his red T.  Bart's
load was huge, as he must have had 7 or 8 shots in all.  My hands were
still on his cock, and the final loads oozed out and covered my hands.

Bart lay in the same position for a few minutes, with his head tilted all
the way back, breathing hard.  Finally, he brought his head forward, looked
at me, and smiled.  "Damn, little bro," he said grinning, "if you work your
dick like that I'm surprised you can still walk!"  I just looked at him.
"Well, ya know...," I said to him, smiling back.  Bart looked down at my
jizz covered hands, and smiled again.  Then he reached behind the seat,
grabbed a towel, and threw it too me.  I cleaned off my hands and laid the
towel on the floorboard.  Bart reached down, grabbed the towel, wiped off
his cock, and threw it back down.  "Remind me to throw that out on the way
home," he said, winking at me.

On the drive to my house, Bart was as talkative as usual.  He talked about
sports, college, and girls.  I was still processing everything that had
just happened, and didn't say very much.  Bart noticed my silence.  "You
OK, little bro," he said as we pulled into my driveway.  "Yeah Bart," I
said back to him, "I'm good."  When I got to my room I laid on my bed for a
long time, thinking about everything that had happened.  Then I realized
something.  The whole time I was jacking Bart's cock, I hadn't even thought
about my own.  But now, alone in my room, I realized my cock was throbbing
and aching, and my boxer briefs were soaked from my pre-jizz.  I quickly
pulled my shorts and underwear off, laid back, and wrapped my hand around
my swollen cock.  In about two minutes, I shot the most intense load I had
ever shot.

I saw Bart the next day, when he came to see Erin.  "Hey little bro," he
said to me, grinning and hitting my shoulder as usual.  Bart acted like
nothing had happened and everything was cool.  I liked that.  I was still
thinking about the previous nights events, and was beginning to think that
what I had done was no big deal.  I mean, yeah I'd jacked another dude's
dick, but it wasn't just any dude's dick; it was Bart's.  And I did it to
help him out like he asked.  And there wasn't anything I wouldn't do to
help Bart out if he needed me.  I didn't know it at the time, but that
feeling would be tested the next weekend.

To be continued...