Date: Sun, 1 Jun 2014 08:53:28 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sam Miller <midtown.expert@yahoo.com>
Subject: Straight High School Cock--Braden

DISCLAIMER: This story contains graphic descriptions of homosexual activity
between two males. If you aren't allowed to read such material, stop
now. The author retains copyright.  If you enjoy the story, I have a blog
with more of my stories.  E-mail me and I'll send you the link.  Feedback
and comments are always welcome.  Midtown.expert@yahoo.com Thanks for
reading.

As I was looking through my stories, I realized that almost all, if not
all, of the guys in my stories have big dicks. As much as I'd like to think
it's so, we all know that not all straight high school and college guys are
like that. So here's a story to let you know that my hunt hasn't always
ended with me bagging a "big one."

In the summer between my sophomore and junior year in college, my parents
decided to buy a house close to the college I was attending.  It was an
investment for them, and a way out of the dorms for me.  The house had
three bedrooms and two bathrooms, and I had a couple of buddies who were
going to live there with me so it was perfect.  It was in a residential
neighborhood, with ours being only the second rental on the block.  The
house shared a double driveway with the house directly to the west.  The
neighbors, Dave and Cindy, were in their mid-fifties and good people.
Cindy was a Communication Arts teacher at a middle school and Dave was
retired Marines.  Because of the neighborhood, and because we shared a
driveway, I had strict orders from my parents: "NO PARTIES!!"  They even
went so far as to give Dave and Cindy their phone numbers and told them to
call them no matter what time of day or night if things ever "got out of
hand."

Dave looked at us kind of suspiciously as we were moving in, and I couldn't
really blame him.  Three college guys moving into a mostly homeowner
neighborhood...I'd be suspicious too!  After we got our stuff moved in I
went over, introduced myself again, and assured Dave we were going to be
good neighbors.  He was friendly, but cautious.  Over the next few weeks I
proved to Dave I was a man of my word.  We did our partying other places,
and whenever I saw Dave doing something I thought I could help out with I
offered my assistance.  Over the next few weeks I helped him move furniture
out of his basement, re-stain his deck, clean out his garage, and fix a
crack in his pool.  By the first week of June, Cindy was bringing us
homemade cookies, muffins, and cakes on a regular basis, and Dave was
sharing his beer with us on their back deck that surrounded the pool.
"Three's your limit, you don't leave my yard with it, and if I see you
driving within an hour after you leave here I'll kick your ass!"  We
happily complied, and to reaffirm his faith in us Dave gave us permission
to use their pool any time we wanted to, whether they were home or not.
The only rule was it had to be just us three; none of our friends were
allowed unless Dave and Cindy were home.  Again, we happily complied.

Around the middle of June I noticed that Dave's truck had been gone for a
few days.  I saw Cindy outside one afternoon and in the course of our
conversation she told me that Dave had gone to see his sister in Kansas
City.  "She's been having a few problems with her son," Cindy explained,
"so he's going to be staying with us for the rest of the summer."  "That's
really nice of you guys," I told her.  "I'm sure he's gonna enjoy spending
time with you."  "Well," Cindy said back, "his dad's never been around,
he's 17, and really needs a father-figure right now..."  "He got into some
trouble with pot," she continued, "and Dave's sister just doesn't know what
to do anymore...; maybe staying with us and being around nice young men
like you, Tyler, and Brent will help."  It made me feel good what Cindy had
just said about us.  But, me being me my mind was already working.
Seventeen...kind of a wild boy...assumingly straight...oh yeah.  "We'll
definitely make him fell welcome, Cindy," I told her, "...do whatever we
can."  Cindy smiled at me and touched my arm.  "Your parents did a good
job, Sam," she said, "a real good job."  Cindy wouldn't think so highly of
me if she knew what was going through my head.  Not at all.

I ran some errands and when I returned I saw Dave's truck parked outside
his garage.  I didn't see his nephew at that time, but during the course of
the evening while sitting on my deck drinking a beer I noticed a guy
sitting on Dave and Cindy's deck, slouched in a chair, with ear buds in.  I
assumed the guy was Dave's nephew.

The next morning I was changing the oil on my SUV when I heard Dave's
voice.  "Sam," he said, "I'd like you to meet my nephew."  I pulled my head
out from under the hood and saw a young guy standing beside Dave.  He
looked about 5' 8" or 9", 140-150, dark brown hair, and a face that looked
a few years younger than 17.  I wiped my hands off, walked over to them,
and stuck out my hand.  "I'm Sam," I said smiling, "nice to meet you."  The
guy pushed his hand forward, took mine, but kept his eyes on the ground.
"Braden," he said, "same."  "Braden's going to be staying with us for the
rest of the summer Sam," Dave said, "I wanted you to know in case you saw
some `strange' kid hanging around!"  "Good to know," I said laughing,
"although he doesn't look that strange to me..."  Dave laughed and bumped
Braden on the arm.  There was no expression from Braden.

Over the course of the next few days, Dave gave me the low-down on Braden.
His father had left when he was a baby and Dave's sister had raised him by
herself.  Despite all her good intentions, Braden had rebelled against any
kind of authority.  Dave blamed this on "no man being around."  Since
starting high school, Braden had been in more and more trouble.  His recent
pot excursion had been the last straw for Dave's sister, and she was hoping
sending Braden to spend the summer with Dave and Cindy would somehow help
Braden get direction in his life.  And also give her some needed relief.

During the next week, I tried to engage Braden in conversation as much as I
could, but he wasn't much of a talker.  I could understand that he'd been
sent to a place that was totally unfamiliar to him and that he probably
didn't want to be here.  However, if he was going to get through the summer
he had to make the best of it.  And I was hopefully going to help him do
just that.

Slowly, Braden began to feel more comfortable around me and became more
friendly.  I invited him to go to a movie with my girlfriend and I, and
he'd gone.  I invited him to go grab a burger a couple of times, and he'd
gone.  He'd also began hanging out at our house some, either when I was
outside or he'd see my SUV in the driveway.  Braden slowly began to open up
to me more.  He told me he missed his friends, "it's like you're the only
cool dude here man"; his girlfriend, "she's got the sweetest pussy dude!";
and pot, "fuck I miss packin' a bowl!"  Sometimes I'd get flack from Tyler
or Brent about hanging out with or having a "kid" around, but I told them I
felt bad for Braden and to shut the fuck up.  Was I being overly nice to
this high school kid?  Maybe, but I did feel bad about his situation.  Did
I have an ulterior motive for being so nice?  Ummm, yeah.

One Tuesday morning I was in my garage when Dave came over.  He had a
serious look on his face.  "What's up man," I asked.  "I got some serious
shit going on Sam," Dave began.  "Cindy just got a call from her brother;
her mom's had a stroke and we need to get there right away."  "Ahhh man I'm
sorry," I told him.  "Just let me know what I can do; watch the house, take
care of your yard; anything man..."  I was genuinely concerned and meant
what I said.  "Well," Dave began, "there's one major thing you can do, but
I really hate to ask you..."  "Dave," I said, "you know what I think of you
and Cindy...what all three of us here think of you two...we'll do whatever
you need us to do!"  "You're a good man, Sam," Dave said, looking directly
at me.  "Braden's been doing so good here...thanks in large part to
you...and we really don't want to upset his routine by taking him with
us..."  Somehow I knew where this was headed, and I was definitely ready.
"Cindy and I trust you," Dave continued, "you're like the son we never
had...and though it's a helluva lot to ask...but do you think you could
stay here at the house and just kind of `monitor' Braden for us while we're
gone?"  I was totally flattered by what Dave had just said...about trusting
me and being the son they never had...and I knew I was up for the
challenge.  Actually, more than up for it.  "Dave, those are very nice
words to tell me," I told him, "and I would be more than happy to keep an
eye on Braden."  "I'm not sure how long we're going to be gone," he went
on, "but it shouldn't be for more than a few days..."  "Don't worry about
it man," I assured him, "take as long as you need; Braden will be in good
hands!"  "And," I added, "please tell Cindy I'm thinking of her."  Dave
continued to talk with me, giving me a few instructions about the house and
whatever needed to be done.  After a few minutes he went back into his
house and I went back into the garage, my mind full of scenarios.  It's
funny, I thought, how sometimes I've never had to actually plan something
to take place; scenarios just seem to fall into my lap.

Braden and I helped Dave and Cindy load up their car, and we waved them off
from the driveway.  "Dude this is gonna be awesome!!!," Braden almost
shouted, punching me in the arm.  I looked at him and he turned a little
more serious.  "And I'm really glad you're doing this for me man," he told
me, "thanks."  "I'm glad to do it dude," I said back, "but if you think
it's gonna be one big party while they're gone...we just can't do that."
"I mean," I went on, "I'm sure the neighbors know Dave and Cindy are gone
and they're gonna be keeping on eye on us...we gotta be cool..."  "Yeah, I
know," Braden said, "but still it'd be nice to..."  And he immediately put
his index finger and thumb together and brought them to his mouth, sucking
in.  "Dude," I said, just looking at him, "dude."

While Braden had thoughts of sucking on a joint while his aunt and uncle
were gone, I had thoughts of sucking on something else.  And I knew that my
thoughts had a better chance of coming to fruition than his.

That afternoon both Braden and I did yard work.  Me at my house and him at
Dave and Cindy's.  It was hot that day and we were both dripping sweat by
the time we finished.  "I have a great idea," I said to Braden.  "Why don't
we change, I'll grab us a couple beers, and we can cool off in the pool."
Braden looked at me kind of surprised.  "You'd really let me have a beer,"
he asked.  "Hey, I think you've earned it," I said to him smiling.  Braden
replied to my comment with a big grin and said, "let's do it man!"  I went
into my house, changed into some board shorts, grabbed a six-pack from the
fridge, and headed to the pool.  Braden was already in, and I noticed he
had brought out an ice-filled cooler for the beer.  I put the beer in the
cooler and dove in the water.  "Fuck that feels good!" I yelled after
coming up for air.  "Hell yeah!!" Braden yelled back as he jumped off the
side of the pool.  We swam around for 15 minutes or so, then got out and
went for the lounge chairs.  I flipped open the cooler, got out a long
neck, opened it, and handed it to Braden.  "Now you know," I told him as I
handed him the beer, "this shit's gotta be just between us...and we can't
leave no traces once we're finished..."  "I'm with ya bro," Braden said
smiling as he grabbed the beer from my hand.  We layed there talking about
basically nothing at all and before I knew it both Braden and I were on our
third beer.  I knew I had to make a move soon or I was likely to lose any
opportunity the beer was gonna give me.  But I wasn't exactly sure what to
do.  Then, there was a lull in the conversation and I decided to give a new
topic a try.  "So," I said, trying to think of some way to get this plan
under way, "tell me about your girlfriend."  Braden took a long drink and
began to talk.  And as he began to talk he started shifting positions in
the lounge chair.  And each time he shifted positions he would tug at the
crotch of his shorts, which were obviously filling out.  I'm sure he knew I
was noticing, and he tried to play it off as something totally different
from it actually was.  "Damn," he said, shifting positions for like the
tenth time, "that sun is really heating up this chair...it's got my ass on
fire!"  Funny, I thought to myself, the sun's not affecting my chair at
all.

Braden had finished his last beer and set the bottle on the table between
us.  Suddenly, he jumped up, ran to the edge of the pool, and dove in.  I
took another drink, sat my beer down, and followed in after him.  I swam
the length of the pool, then started back under water.  As I neared my
starting point, I could see Braden's legs dangling in the water and
surmised that he was sitting on the edge of the pool.  I swam to where he
was sitting and brought my head and chest out of the water, resting my arms
on the edge of the pool.  As I wiped the water from my eyes, I turned my
head to see Braden had an erection tenting the crotch of his shorts.  He
looked down at me, then looked at his erection.  "Ummm, sorry dude," he
said with a laugh, "but he hasn't had his daily workout yet!"  "And when
you combine that, the beer, and talkin' bout Anna...well, ya know!!"  And
with that one statement, with me having to do very little work at all,
Braden opened the door.

"Dude, no need to apologize," I told Braden, "I totally understand..."
"So," I continued, not wanting to let the opportunity he had given me get
away, "do you give him a `workout' every day?"  Braden just smiled.  "Well
yeah," he said, "at least!"  Then he added, "don't you?"  "Maybe not every
day," I replied back, "but it gets taken care of!"  Braden grinned.
Needing to push on, I continued the vein of talk.  "Is that what you miss
most about Anna," I asked, looking directly at Braden's still strong
erection, "her helping you with your workout?"  "Ummm...yeah...kinda,"
Braden slowly replied, "I mean she's just so much better than me doing it
myself..."  Ahhhh, this was really too easy.

Braden continued to talk about Anna, looking off across the pool.  He
became so lost in his thoughts that he scooted closer to the edge of the
pool and leaned back on his arms, making his erection even more prominent.
I added the occasional "yeah dude I know," and "mmhmm" to his talking just
to keep the conversation moving.  But there was another thing that was also
moving, and that was my hand.  I slowly unfolded my right arm and moved my
hand closer to Braden's crotch.  He continued to talk, looking across the
pool.  If Braden saw my hand moving towards his crotch, he didn't say
anything.  My hand was now right beside Braden's ass on the pool edge.  As
he kept talking, I slowly moved it up, without touching his shorts, and ran
it up and over his erection.

Braden was startled out of his thoughts and his body visibly jerked.
"Dude...what the fuck!" he said looking at me, "get your hand off my dick!"
But I didn't, and Braden didn't try to move my hand either.  "Sam, I'm not
gay," he said still looking at me, "and you're not either...I mean you got
a girlfriend!"  My hand stayed where it was, slowing rubbing.  Braden's
hands stayed behind his back.  "I know you're not bro," I said, still
rubbing, "and I'm not either...it just seems to me like you're in need and
I believe in helping a buddy out when he's in need..."  The only resistance
Braden was giving was by his words, and those weren't too convincing.  As I
talked, I could feel his cock become harder and thicker, and I knew I was
winning.  "But dude...," he tried to continue, "I've never let a..."
"You've never let a buddy help ya out when you needed something?" I asked,
cutting him off.  "Well yeah," he tried again, "but never with something
like..."  "It's all good man," I said, cutting him off again, "just
relax..."  Braden let out a long sigh and his body relaxed.  And with that,
Braden's resistance stopped; verbal or otherwise.

I shifted my position in the water, moving directly in front of Braden.  He
widened his legs and I moved back up to the edge of the pool.  I put my
hands on his thighs and gently rubbed.  Braden let out another sigh and his
cock jerked in his shorts.  I took my hands up and undid the Velcro on his
shorts and loosened the drawstrings.  Slowly I pulled the flap open.  As I
pulled the flap Braden's cock began to fall forward, free from the confines
of the material.  I reached my hands down behind his waist, placed them on
the waistband and began to pull.  Braden lifted his ass off the concrete
and I pulled his shorts down his legs.  My hands went under the water,
pulling his shorts off his feet, and Braden spread his legs wider.  He sat
there, still leaning back on his arms, with his full-blown hard-on staring
back at me.

Braden's cock was smooth and shiny, stretched to its full 6 ½ inch
limit.  His dark brown pubes were fairly full and glistened from not yet
dried drops of water.  I took my right hand, palm down, with my fingers at
the top of his ball sac, and rubbed up the length of his shaft.  Braden
shuddered and his cock jerked at my touch.  Once my palm was at the tip of
his cock head, I slowly moved my hand back down, then repeated the motion
again.  Braden's ass tightened and he pushed his cock hard against my open
hand.  I felt pre-jizz, wet and sticky, on the tips of my fingers as I
worked my way up a third time.  Braden sighed again and I looked up at him.
His head was leaned back and his eyes closed.  His nostrils flared as his
breathing rushed through them.  I grabbed the base of Braden's cock,
pumping it slowly up and down.  The pre-jizz that had oozed out of the tip
onto his pubes now flowed freely onto my hand, down to my wrist.  "Fuck
yeah," Braden said in a low voice, "ahhh fuck yeah..."

With my hand still pumping Braden's dick, I lowered my head.  I held my
hand firmly against the base, making it look even harder.  My tongue went
out and licked the underside of his cock head, tasting the pre-jizz.
Braden jumped from the touch of my tongue on his cock, startled.  "Dude,"
he said breathing hard, "I thought you were just gonna jack me...ahhh fuck
dude..."  As my tongue licked down his hard shaft and back up over the top
of his cock, Braden's body relaxed.  He continued to moan as my tongue
licked over his balls, around the base of his cock, and back up the shaft.
I re-positioned my head, bringing it directly over Braden's cock.  I opened
my mouth and slowly went down.  His breathing was short and hard as my lips
wrapped around the shaft as it went in.  "ahhhh fuck...ahhhh fuck...ahhhh
fuck...," he said over and over.  Braden's cock was soon all the way in my
mouth, hitting the back of my throat.  My nose was pushed against his
pubes, and they had the faint smell of chlorine.

I held Braden's dick in my mouth, breathing through my nose.  I opened my
mouth a little wider and my tongue began to lick his balls.  This was
almost too much for Braden to take.  He quickly moved his arms from behind
his back, put his hands on my head, and bucked up hard into my mouth.
"What the fuuuck dude...ahhhhh...," he moaned loudly.  I held his cock in
my mouth and he moved his legs out of the water and wrapped them around my
shoulders for leverage.  Braden gripped my head with his legs and his
hands, and his cock pulsed hard in my mouth.  My tongue alternated licking
his heavy balls and running it under and over his hard shaft.  Braden's
breathing was hard and short, and his moans grew more audible as his legs
released their grip as he began to fuck his hard cock in and out of my wet
mouth.  "Yeeaahh dude," he moaned, "fuckin take my hard dick bro..."  My
lips were locked tight around his hard shaft, and the suction noises grew
louder as he pumped faster.  I knew he had to be close.  Braden's balls
were drawn up tight against his body, and his breathing was even harder and
shorter than before.

Suddenly Braden slowed his pumping and his hands pulled at my head.
"Dude," he said with short breaths,
"you...gotta...pull...off...I...I...I'm...gonna...shoot...fuuuck man..."  I
resisted Braden's pulls on my head and intensified my sucking and tongue
action.  I was not going to waste his hot load on my hand or his body.
"Sam...," Braden said, almost out of breath, "I'm serious...dude...gotta
pull...I...I...can't hold...can't hold it...duuude..."  Realizing my mouth
wasn't going anywhere, Braden gave in.  He grabbed my head hard with his
hands, held it, and thrust three short fucks into my mouth.  "AHHHHH
FUUUUCK...," Braden yelled out as the first spurts of his load shot out of
his cock into my mouth.  "FUUUCK...FUUUCK...FUUUCK..., he continued as his
ass thrust off the concrete and more of his hot liquid coated my throat.  I
kept swallowing over and over, realizing it had been a while since I'd had
a guy cum as much as Braden.  Finally, Braden released my head from his
grip and his ass returned to the concrete.  I kept his semi-hard cock in my
mouth, milking out the last drops of his load.  When it did leave my mouth,
Braden's cock fell down against his spent balls, wet from my spit and his
cum.

Braden lay silently on the concrete for a few minutes, with his eyes closed
and his stomach quickly moving up and down.  I ducked my head under the
water, wiping off my mouth with my hand.  When I came back up, Braden was
once again leaning against his hands, one leg out of the water and on the
concrete.  He was grinning.  "What the hell dude," he said, "what the
fucking hell!!"  "My dick has NEVER been through anything like that man,"
he continued.  "What the fucking hell!!"  "I'm glad I could help you out,"
I said, smiling back at him.  "Help me out??," Braden said, "dude you did
more than help me out...you fuckin' sent me to another planet!"  I laughed
and dove under the water to get Braden's shorts.  When I came back up I saw
Braden talking on his cell phone.  He was talking to Anna.

Braden stayed with Dave and Cindy until the end of August.  We hung out on
a regular basis, and sometimes I would help Braden with his daily
"workout."  Since Dave and Cindy were home now, our sessions had to be
quick.  They usually involved Braden going on an errand with me, parking at
the far end of a parking lot, and him quickly pumping a load down my
throat.  Or, we'd meet up behind my garage at night, I'd pull his shorts
down, and he'd face fuck his jizz into my gut.

After he graduated, Braden stayed in Kansas City and he's now a freshman in
college.  We still keep in contact and he's been to see his aunt and uncle,
and me, a few times.  The other day I got a call from Braden and he was all
excited.  "Dude, you're never gonna believe this," he started out, "but I
got this friend who told me last night that he doesn't mind helping..."
Nice.