Date: Sun, 29 Jan 2012 18:30:29 -0800 (PST)
From: Sam Miller <midtown.expert@yahoo.com>
Subject: Straight High School Cock--Bart--The First One--Part 2

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--Part II

From Part I:

...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...

...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 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.


I saw Bart several times, either at school or when he was visiting my
sister, in the week after I jacked him off in his Range Rover out by the
lake.  He treated me like he always had...he joked with me, he'd hit me on
the arm, and he'd call me his "little bro."  Even though Bart treated me
the same, I began to think of him differently.  I began watching him more.
I'd watch the way he moved, I watched the way he talked, and I caught
myself several times looking at his crotch.  A lot.  When Bart would catch
me, he'd just wink at me and laugh.  I'd wake up in the middle of the
night, my cock hard and dripping from a dream I'd had about Bart.  I'd
slowly jack my cock thinking that it was his cock I was again jacking.  I'd
never had these kinds of feelings for a guy before, and I wasn't sure what,
if anything, was wrong.  All I knew was I really liked Bart, and it
appeared that he liked me.  I figured it was probably just a phase that
every guy went through, who had an idol, and it would pass in time.

Friday afternoon at school, I saw Bart and my sister walking down the hall
together.  As we got closer, Bart smiled and winked at me.  "Hey Sam," he
said, "did Erin tell ya she's ditchin' me for the weekend to go with
Carrie?"  My sister was going to look at colleges with her friend Carrie.
They were leaving on Saturday and wouldn't be back until late Sunday
afternoon.  "Yeah," I answered him back, "you know how chicks are..."  Bart
just laughed.  "Fuck yeah I do, little bro," he said, "fuck yeah."  Then he
looked at me and said, "so how about you and me hangin' out then...you cool
with that?"  I was caught off guard.  "Ummm, yeah sure," I said, totally
not expecting the invitation.  "Sweet," Bart then said, "I'll call ya
later..."  As I walked around them, I head him say to my sister, "you know,
Erin, us jocks have to stick together..."  Wow!  There it was again.  He
was putting me up on his level again, but this time he was telling my
sister!  Standing a little straighter, and with my chest puffed out with
pride, I turned the corner and walked, no I swaggered, down the hall to my
next class.

I slept really good that night, with the usual Bart dream waking me up.  As
with the previous five nights, my cock was rock hard and the pre-jizz was
running down my shaft and covered my balls.  And as with the five previous
nights, I wrapped my hand around my rod and slowly jacked imagining it was
Bart's cock I was pumping.  I was still in bed when I heard the text alert
go off on my phone.  I reached over to my nightstand, picked up my phone,
and saw it was from Bart.  "Picking you up in an hour, little bro," it
read, "be ready."  I looked at the clock on the stand and it was already a
little after nine.  I got out of bed, jumped in the shower, and threw on
some cargo shorts, a T, and my favorite ball cap.  I had no idea what Bart
had planned for day, and didn't care.  I was just excited to be spending
some more time with just him and I.

I was lying on my bed listening to my Ipod, when I looked up and saw Bart
standing in the doorway of my bedroom.  He had a big grin on his face.  And
like me, Bart was wearing cargo shorts, a T, and a baseball cap.  I took
the buds out of my ears just in time to catch something Bart threw at me.
It was a baseball.  "Nice catch," he grinned, "now get off your ass and
let's go practice."  I grabbed my mitt that I always kept on the top of my
bookshelf, and followed Bart downstairs, and out the door to his Range
Rover.  When we got in, I could see a long sports bag with a couple of bats
sticking out, thrown across the back seat.  Instantly, my mind went back to
the previous Saturday night when Bart was sprawled across that same seat
and I was jacking his hard thick cock.  He must have noticed that I was
looking at the back seat a bit too long, because I heard Bart chuckle.
"Come on bro," he said after the laugh, "let's go."

Bart and I laughed and talked while we drove around for about 15 minutes.
Then he turned onto the road that lead to the high school.  From what Bart
had said earlier, and from the baseball gear in the back seat, I figured we
were going to be doing some baseball practice.  I didn't know why we were
going to the high school, because I knew we couldn't practice there.  The
entire field was closed and locked due to new turf sod being laid during
the previous week.  The whole school had been given strict orders not to go
on the field for two weeks.  So I was surprised when Bart pulled up, and
parked, just outside the front gate.  "Dude," I said, after he turned the
motor off, "you know we can't practice here, right?"  Bart just laughed,
reached in the console, and got out a set of keys.  "It's good to be the
coach's son," he said, "come on."  I had completely forgotten that Bart's
dad was the baseball coach.  And although he was the one who was the
strictest about "his" field, I guess Bart figured he could get away with
it.

Bart grabbed the gear from the back seat, and I followed him to the gate.
Like most baseball fields, the gate was situated in front of large screen
fence behind home plate.  The dugouts were by first and third base, and
hidden from view unless you were at the bases.  At the end of the outfield
was another high fence, and behind that a row of trees.  Behind the trees
was a small housing development.  Bart put the gear on the ground, and
after trying a few keys, finally found the one to unlock the padlock on the
gate.  After getting the lock open, Bart swung open the gate, and I picked
up the gear and walked through.  Behind me I could hear Bart closing the
gate, putting the lock back, and snapping it shut.  We walked side-by-side
until we got to home plate.  "Just throw the gear down there," Bart said,
pointing to a spot behind home plate and the pitchers mound.  "I'll be
right back," he said, walking toward third base, "I gotta get some more
stuff from the dugout."  I put the gear bag where Bart had told me, and
waited.  About five minutes later, I heard Bart calling me from the dugout.
"Hey Sam," he yelled, "come here a minute."  I walked over to the home team
dugout, and saw Bart sitting on the bench, leaning against the corner
walls.  "What's up," I asked him.  Bart motioned me toward him.  "Sit down
a minute, Sam," he said, "I wanna talk to ya about something."  I
immediately had a knot in the bottom of my stomach, afraid I had done
something wrong and Bart was going to tell me he really wasn't my friend
and that everything was a big joke.  I'm sure he could see the concern on
my face as I walked toward him.  As I got next to him, Bart laughed and
slapped me on the leg.  "It's all good, little bro," he said laughing,
"nothing's wrong."

I sat down next to him, and Bart stretched out his legs.  "Dude," he began,
"I just wanted to make sure you were still cool with what happened last
weekend..."  A big sigh escaped from my chest.  "Uhhhh, yeah...I guess...I
mean...yeah I'm cool with it...," I nervously told him, "why?"  "I just
wanted to make sure," Bart said, " and I wanted to tell you how much I
appreciated you helping me out..."  I was still nervous and looked up, and
Bart was looking right at me.  I looked back down again.  "Ummm, yeah," I
began again, "yeah, it's...ummm...I'm...yeah, I'm glad I could help ya
Bart."  My eyes were still looking down, but I could see Bart's left hand
go to his crotch and start to rub.  "Sooo thennn," he said, still rubbing
"you wouldn't mind helping me out again...?"  My palms were sweating, and I
noticed I had begun to bite my bottom lip.  Although me jacking Bart's cock
had been in my dreams every night the past week, and each time I had jacked
off pretending it was him I was jacking off, I wasn't convinced, in
reality, that I should do it again.  Bart's left hand left his crotch and
he placed it on my leg.  Simultaneously, his right hand replaced his left.
"Come on little bro," he said really low, "It's been a week and I could
really use it..."  Bart was starting to break me down.  "But, here?" I
said, "what if..."  Bart cut me off.  "No one's gonna see," he told me,
"we're hidden..."  I watched as Bart's hand left my leg, and went to my
wrist.  He wrapped his fingers around my wrist, and slowly pulled my hand
to his crotch, removing his own.  I could feel Bart's cock jump beneath his
shorts and underwear as he laid my hand on top of his crotch.  Slowly, I
wrapped my hand around the outline, and squeezed.

A low groan escaped from Bart's lungs as he spread his legs further apart,
and slid down lower on the bench.  I moved down between his legs, on my
knees, keeping my hand on his crotch.  "Ahhhh yeah Sam," he groaned,
"that's it man..."  As I continued to rub the outline of his cock, Bart
reached up to unsnap his cargo shorts.  He unsnapped them with one hand,
and began to unzip them with the other.  I moved my hand away, took the
zipper from Bart's fingers, and finished pulling it down.  I pulled the top
of Bart's shorts apart, and saw his cock sticking about a quarter of the
way out of the top of his grey boxer briefs, and the head stopped just
below his belly button.  The cut side facing me, and his treasure trail was
wet and shiny from the constant flow of pre-jizz he was producing.  I took
my hand and placed it flat against his crotch.  With my open palm, I rubbed
from the base of Bart's cock, up his shaft, until the top of my fingers
were touching just above his navel.  As I rubbed my hand up, I pressed
harder on his upturned cock head.  I felt Bart's body jerk from the
pressure on his head.  "AHHHH FUUUCCCKK," Bart moaned loudly,
"FUUUUCCCKKK..."  His cock lengthened and hardened, with the head now at
the center of his navel.  I took my hands and grabbed the waistband of his
boxer briefs.  I pulled them down, along with his cargo shorts, and they
stopped at Bart's feet.

In the daylight, Bart's cock was more impressive than it had been seeing it
from the glow of the backseat light in his Range Rover.  I leaned back on
my knees and watched it twitch and move before me.  The shaft was a perfect
cylinder, thick and heavy.  Without the confines of his underwear, the head
of Bart's cock now touched the lower part of his stomach, above his belly
button.  His balls hung lose and low in their sack, resting on the wooden
bench below them.  Bart's treasure trail started at his navel, and ran
thick to his full bush of dark brown pubes.  In the daylight I could see
hair also on the sides and bottom of his nut sac.  Pulling his cock down a
little with my left hand, my right hand wrapped around the hard warm shaft.
As before, my hand would only go about ¾ of the way around his thick shaft,
which was coated with his pre-jizz.  Bart groaned again when I touched him,
and he slowly fucked his hips up.  Hot, wet pre-jizz flowed easily from the
slit, and I angled my hand to catch some for lube.  Bart's groans were now
ongoing, as was his encouragement.  "Ahhhh, fuck yeah Sam," he kept
repeating, "...feels so fuckin' good bro..."  I slowly worked my hand up
and down Bart's thick rigid shaft, while he slowly fucked my hand in
return.  I knew Bart was enjoying this, and I wanted to make it last as
long as possible.  His pre-jizz was constant, making smacking sounds from
the hand-fucking.  Bart's head was tilted back and his eyes were closed.
Constant moans were escaping from his mouth.  Suddenly, Bart grabbed my
wrist and stopped me.  Confused, I looked up at him.  He looked down at me,
grinned, and moved his baseball cap a little farther back on his head.
"This feels so fuckin' good Sam...I can't even tell you how good it feels,"
he said to me with glazed eyes and short breaths.  "But you know what would
feel even better?"  I was still looking up at him, still confused.  "It'd
be so fuckin' awesome bro," he said, "if you could just lick the head for
me..."

"What?!?!," I said in my mind, "what is he wanting me to do?!?!"  I was
thrown off guard by Bart's request, and just sat there with his cock still
hot and pulsating in my hand.  Bart could see the reluctance on my face and
put his hand on my arm.  "Would you do it for me, Sam," he said in a low
voice.  "Just lick it a couple of times...it would really mean a lot to me.
"But Bart," I said slowly, "I've never even thought about doing something
like that..."  And it was true.  While I'd often thought about having
Bart's hard cock in my hand and jacking him off till he shot his load, the
thought of putting it in my mouth had never crossed my mind.  To me,
putting another guy's cock in your mouth was something a gay guy did.  And
I was definitely not gay.  I was just helping Bart out because he needed
me.  Instinctly, Bart seemed to know what I was thinking.  "It won't mean
anything Sam," he said, keeping his low voice, "it's just another way you
can help me out...you`re just helping out your jock buddy..."

Bart's cock seemed to feel harder than ever in my hand.  His hand, still on
my arm, was now rubbing it.  Slowly, I bent the hard swollen shaft down,
until his wet cock head was directly in front of my face.  As Bart
continued to rub my arm, I moved my head closer.  The smell of his pre-jizz
hit my nose, and I moved my hand up his shaft and watched more flow out.
My mouth was now less than an inch away from the head, and my heart was
beating hard in my chest.  It seemed like I was moving in slow motion, as I
opened my lips and stuck out my tongue.  Tentively I stuck my tongue out
further, and felt it connect with the slimy head.  Just as I connected, I
felt a pre-jizz flow slide onto my tongue.  Quickly, I pulled my tongue
back into my mouth.  I moved it around inside my mouth, tasting the
wetness.  Oddly, it had a somewhat sweet, slightly salty taste to it.  I
realized it wasn't a bad taste, brought my tongue out again, and connected
to Bart's head.

Bart's moans were almost a growl as my tongue licked around his cock head,
and to the cut part beneath.  "Ahhhh Fuucckk," he growled,
"duude...yeeaahhh...fuuuccckkk..."  Holding Bart's cock firmly in my hand,
my tongue ventured down from head to the jizz-covered shaft below.  Bart's
moans intensified, and he moved his left hand from my arm to the top of my
baseball cap.  As I continued to lick his head and shaft, Bart turned my
cap around, to where the bill was now facing the back.  He brought his hand
back to the top of my head, and squeezed firmly.  Bart's cock was hard and
thick in my hand, as my tongue traced it's girth.  I was licking around the
head, when Bart brought his right hand up and placed it just below mine, at
the base of his shaft.  His left hand was firmly holding my head, while he
worked his cock head and underside over my tongue.  Then, slowly, Bart
began rubbing the head of his cock around my lips.  Pre-jizz coated my
lips, and I licked them to get the sweet salty taste.  I guess Bart then
decided the time was right, because Bart began to push the head of his cock
between my lips and into my mouth.  I resisted at first, not knowing
exactly what he was doing.  "Come on little bro," Bart told me in his low
voice, "just put it in...it'll fit soooo good..."

I parted my lips and let Bart slide the head of his cock into my mouth.
His body jerked and his moan was low and guttural.  "F U C K dude," he
groaned out, "F U U C C K K!!"  I could feel Bart's hand pulling my head
farther onto his hard cock.  His thick shaft now filled my mouth, and I
could feel it was hot and wet.  Slowly, Bart pulled my head back, bringing
his cock almost out of my mouth, then slowly pushed it back in.  My mouth
soon adjusted to the thickness filling it, and I began to work my tongue
under the shaft and around the head.  "SHIT Sam," Bart moaned out again,
"you have no fuckin' idea bro..."  My head was basically still as Bart's
hand and hips worked his cock in and out of my mouth.  I only had about
four inches in, but I could feel his head hitting the back of my throat.
"You're going sooo fucking good, Sam," Bart said to me encouragingly,
"soooo fucking good!"  I quickly learned that if I breathed through my
nose, the fullness in my mouth wasn't so bad.  But, in the back of my mind,
I wondered why the pressure of Bart's cock head heating the back of my
throat didn't make me cough or gag.

Bart's groans were continual as he slowly fucked my mouth.  Since I was
having no problems with his head hitting the back of my throat, I decided
to see if I could make Bart feel even better.  I decided to try and get
more of his hot hard cock into my mouth, and maybe part of the way down my
throat.  Instead of pulling all the way out of my mouth, Bart was now only
pulling his cock out to where his head ridge was just behind my teeth.  I
put my hands on the wooden bench, on either side of Bart's naked hips.  As
he slowly pulled his cock out, getting ready for the down fuck, I steadied
myself.  Bart slowly began to push his cock to the back of my throat.  I
took a deep breath, and while he was pushing I pushed my head forward.  I
pushed as I felt Bart's cock hit the back of my mouth.  Meeting no
resistance, Bart's cock hit the back and slid ¾ of the way down my throat.
"HOLY FUCK!!!," Bart yelled and his body tensed, as my lips touched the top
of his fingers that were wrapped around the base of his cock.  "WHAT THE
FUCK DUDE!!"

I moved my head back, bringing Bart's cock out of my throat and back up
into my mouth.  I repeated the swallowing twice more, feeling Bart's body
shiver each time.  On the way down the third time, I brought my hand up to
Bart's, and moved it from the base of his cock.  With his hand gone, the
remainder of Bart's cock slid easily down my throat, burying my nose in his
pubes.  The sensation was too much for Bart.  Placing both his hands on my
cap-covered head, he yelled again and his body jerked.  "FUCK SAM," he
yelled out, "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!?!  Three more times I swallowed
the length of Bart's hard thick shaft into my warm wet throat.  Each time,
Bart's hands were clamped hard on my head and his body jerked up to get as
much of his cock down my throat as he could.  Bart's breathing was hard and
short.  His moans were constant, and were now becoming groans.  "You better
get off Sam," Bart suddenly said, in short hard breathes, "I'm gonna
blow..."  I'd gone this far, to have Bart fuck my throat, and I wanted to
go the rest of the way.  I wanted him to shoot his load while his cock was
buried in my throat.  "Sam...," he said almost breathless now, "I'm serious
dude...I'm gonna fuckin..."  And then it hit.  While I was swallowing
Bart's cock for the fourth time, his body became suddenly rigid.  I could
feel his cock get harder and thicker in my mouth and throat.  Bart spread
his legs as wide as his shorts and underwear would let him, and his hands
moved from the top of my head to clamp hard on each side.
"FFFUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK DUUUUDE..." he yelled out groaning,
"FFFUUUUCCCCKKKKK..."  Bart's cock was just past the back of my throat when
it erupted.  I felt the first shot hit my throat wall and slide down.
Unable to move my head because of his tight grip, I felt four more shots
rocket out, hit the walls of my throat, and slide into my gut.  Bart
continued to groan, saying various "fucks" and "shits."  I was able to move
my head back a little, and I quickly my hand up to his cock base and
jacked.  Three, less hard shots, hit the back of my tongue and slid forward
in my mouth.  Moving Bart's cock back toward my lips, I jacked out the last
remaining shots, rolled them around on my tongue, and coated his cock head
and the top part of his shaft.

As I milked the last remaining seed from his cock, Bart's body went limp
and he slumped down lower on the bench.  I looked up at him, and his head
was back against the wall, with his eyes closed.  Bart's ball cap was still
pushed back on his head, with tufts of hair sticking out.  I let go of
Bart's cock, and laid it against his balls.  Bart still didn't move, and I
slowly got off my knees and sat on the bench beside him.  We sat there for
a couple of minutes, then Bart opened his eyes and turned his head toward
me.  "Seriously dude," he said, still somewhat breathless and with no
expression on his face, "what the hell was that??"  I looked at Bart for a
minute, then looked down.  "Fuck," I said to myself, "he's pissed...what
the hell have I done..."  Then Bart spoke.  "Sam," he said in his low
voice, "that shit you just did was fucking amazing!"  "It's gotta be the
most awesome thing anybody's ever done for me!"  I looked up at him, and
Bart had a big grin on his face.  "Dude," he continued, " I can't believe
you fuckin' did that!"  "You didn't fuckin' choke or anything man...dude
that was porn head, bro...fuckin' PORN HEAD!!"  Bart hit me on the arm
after he said it, and I laughed.  "I dunno man," I told him, "it just
seemed like the right thing to do...it just did."

In the three months that was left of the school year, Bart and I got
together at least once a week, sometimes more.  He was eager to let me hone
my new-found skills on him.  Bart was actually the one on who I learned to
swallow a cock down my throat, hold it there, and milk the shaft with my
throat muscles.  That drove him crazy, and he lustfully referred to it as
"The Sam."  After Bart graduated, he went to a college on the east coast.
Him and my sister broke up not long after he left.  Bart didn't come back
to town very often, but when he did we managed to get in at least one
"session."  We kept in touch for a while through texts, but those slowly
dropped off.  About half way through his second semester, I did get a text
from Bart.  He sent me a picture of a girl that was giving him a blowjob.
The girl only had about half of Bart's cock in her mouth.  Under the
picture, in bold capital letters, Bart had written: AMATEUR!!!  It made me
smile.