Date: Wed, 18 Jan 2012 17:30:02 -0800 (PST)
From: Sam Miller <midtown.expert@yahoo.com>
Subject: Straight High School Cock--Skyler story

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Straight High School Cock--Skyler


Skyler Thompson was a high school senior, a stoner, and my girlfriend's
brother.  He also had a big dick; or so the rumor went.  Skyler's "third
leg" was legendary at school, however no one could ever provide first-hand
knowledge of the giant appendage.  It was the usual rumor situation of "the
girl who sits behind me in Algebra said her cousin's sister's best friend
saw it, and it was huge!"  Skyler never confirmed or denied the rumor, and
the girlfriends he had either didn't put out or weren't talking.  And
though Skyler was my girlfriend's brother, I too had no knowledge of the
truth.  That, however, was about to change.

I had known Skyler since I was in fourth grade and he was in fifth.  We met
playing on the same little league team.  Skyler was the one who introduced
me to his sister Staci, and we'd been going out since sophomore year.
Skyler had been smoking pot since he was in junior high, and his parents
had given up on trying to make him quick.  His pot smoking didn't affect
his grades, and actually made him easier to get along with.  At the
beginning of his senior year, Skyler's parents had renovated an apartment
over their garage, and he moved in.  Their only rules were no parties, no
smoking outside where anyone could see, and no legal problems.  Skyler
easily complied.

Skyler Thompson was tall; almost 6' 3".  He had shaggy dark blonde hair,
dimples, and intense green eyes.  Well, intense green and bloodshot.
Skyler also had an easygoing, laid back personality, and was quick to help
out when anybody when they were in need.  On more than one occasion Skyler
would let me and Staci fuck in his apartment.  "Just don't jizz the sheets
up," he'd laughingly say to me as he took another bong hit, "I don't wanna
be sleepin' in your spunk!"  And I never did.

While I was fucking his sister, I was constantly thinking of a way to find
out if the rumor about Skyler was true.  Did I tell you I like dick?  Well,
straight dick anyway.  Yeah, I fuck girls and I like dick; straight dick.
I sucked my first straight dick when I was 15, and I've been on the hunt
for it ever since.  I've had good luck in the past couple years, and I was
hoping to have the same luck with Skyler.  But, how was I going to do it?
As fate would have it, I would soon find out.

One day after school, Staci called me upset and crying.  Skyler had been
arrested.  He had been driving his beat-up Chevy home from school and had
got stopped for a busted tail light.  Skyler was stoned as usual, so the
police searched his car and found one of his stashes in the glove
compartment.  His parents were furious.  One of the rules for Skyler living
in the apartment over the garage and being able to smoke as often as he
wanted was no legal trouble, and he had just broke that rule.  Skyler's
parents moved him back into their house, forbid him from smoking, and put
him under their own "house arrest."  He was to be driven to and from school
and could only be with two "trusted" friends; one of whom was me.

Two weeks into Skyler's mandatory exile, his parents decided he could leave
the house for short outings as long as the outings were with me.  The first
few times we went out, Skyler begged me to score him some pot.  "Are you
crazy," I'd tell him, "that'd be real nice me takin' you back home and
you're stoned outta your mind; not gonna happen Skyler."  Skyler would
always beg me to get him some.  "Dude," he'd plead, "you know I'm hurtin'
man...you gotta set me up..."  A plan was starting to develop in my head.
Skyler was in a perfect situation: he was in need.  Not the sexual kind of
need, but in need none the less.  Maybe there was a way I could help both
him and I out that would be mutually beneficial.

After two weeks of going out with me, I decided to approach Skyler's
parents.  I would tell them that Skyler had been really good and needed
some type of incentive to continue his success.  That incentive would be
spending a Saturday night with me; with my parents supervising, of course.
After a short amount of debate, and knowing that I had never given them any
reason to not trust me, Skyler's parents agreed.  Later that night I called
Skyler and told him the good news.  I also told him I would be supplying
him with a little reward of my own; the pot he so desperately craved.  I
had scored some from another stoner at school, and had it well hidden in my
room.

Saturday came and I went to pick Skyler up at his house.  After final
instructions from his parents, and reassurance from me that my parents were
indeed going to be home, we headed to my place.  What I neglected to tell
Skyler's parents was that my parents were home at the moment, but were
going to my Aunt, who was in the hospital, and weren't coming back until
Sunday afternoon.  On the way to my house, Skyler quizzed me on how we were
going to do the pot with my parent's home.  "No worries, man," I assured
him, "they're leaving in a couple of hours and not coming back until
tomorrow."  Skyler's eyes light up and he pumped the dashboard.  "Fuckin'
A," he yelled, "this is gonna be soooo sweet bro!"

By the time we got to my house, my parents were already gone.  Skyler
jumped out of the car and beat me to the back door.  He raced up the stairs
to my room, and I stopped to grab some beers from the fridge.  When I got
to my room, Skyler was sitting in my overstuffed chair, hitting the palms
of his hands against the arms.  "Come on bro," he said excitedly, "I'm
fuckin' ready!"  I went to my closet, reached back behind some boxes on the
top shelf, and pulled out a smaller box.  I opened the box and pulled out a
pipe, a lighter, and, I had been assured, a zip lock bag containing the
best pot that could be found in my part of the state.  One by one I threw
the contents of the box to Skyler.  When he got the pot, the look on his
face was that of a kid on Christmas morning.  His eyes widened, he smiled
really big, and he opened the bag and stuck his face in.  "Ahhhhhh," he
said inhaling deeply, "I've missed you man..."  Over the next hour, Skyler
proceeded to smoked almost half the bag, as I sat on my bed watching.  His
mood became relaxed and the conversation flowed easily.  "Dude," he said
after a long hit from the pipe, "I really owe ya one for this...no man, I
owe ya a fuckin' lot..."  "Anything you want bro," he continued, "just tell
me an I'll get it for ya..."  Perfect.  "Yeah Skyler," I started, "there is
one thing you can do for me."  "Anything, bro," he said, taking another hit
and slowly blowing the smoke out, "tell me what it is an I'll get it..."  I
looked at Skyler sprawled in my chair, and went for it.  "I wanna see your
dick, man," I said to him.  I don't think it registered with Skyler at
first, because he didn't respond.  Finally, he blow more smoke out and
said, "What'd you say, Sam?"  "I wanna see your dick, Skyler," I told him
again.  This time Skyler laughed as he took a hit, held it, then blew the
smoke out.  "Why you wanna see my junk bro?" he said, grinning at me.  "The
main reason," I said, "is because I heard it's really big."  This time
Skyler laughed even louder.  "Dude," he said barely containing himself,
"you know who started that shit?"  Without me responding, Skyler continued.
"It was Joey Spencer," he said, "he saw me changing at the pool, saw me
catch him lookin', then ran out faster than shit."  "Didn't know a fat kid
could run that fast," he added laughing.  Joey Spencer was a nerdy kid in
my grade, who only lived in our town for about seven months.  He was a
strange guy, very quiet and always acting like he was up to something.  Now
finding out that he was the one who started the Skyler rumor, I guess he
was.

"OK," I said to Skyler, "so..."  "So what?" Skyler said, looking at me.
"So, are you gonna show me," I replied back.  He was silent for a few
minutes, and I could tell he was thinking about it.  "Dude, that'd be
weird," he finally said, taking another hit from the pipe.  "It's not like
I'm asking you to do anything with it," I replied back to him, "and...you
do owe me..."  Skyler sat silent for a few more minutes, smoking more.
"Yeah," he finally said, "you're right man...aight."  Then Skyler put the
pipe on the table beside my chair, got up, unsnapped and unzipped his
pants, and pulled them down with his boxer briefs.

With the short distance from my bed to my chair, I'm sure Skyler saw my
eyes widen at the sight before me.  Skyler's cock was at least 8" long
soft, a good 5" thick, had a perfectly cut mushroom head, and hung from a
full bush of dark blonde pubes.  His balls were also the perfect shape, and
hung almost ¾ of the length of his cock in their sack.  It was the perfect
shape from the root to the tip, and I instantly boned up.  "Wow," I said
staring at it, my mouth open.  I was unable to say anything else.  Skyler
stood there for a few minutes, then pulled up his boxer briefs and pants
like it was no big deal.  "Aight Sam," he said, in the same no big deal
manner, "let's order some pizzas...I'm fuckin' starved!"

After the pizza came and we ate, Skyler smoked the rest of the pot.  We
talked about bullshit stuff, and never mentioned his exhibition.  It was
almost 2:00 a.m. when Skyler passed out in the chair.  After he was asleep,
I lay awake thinking about Skyler and his big cock.  I was also thinking
about how I was going to get that tool stuffed down my throat.  After a
couple hours of sleep I suddenly woke up.  It hit me.  In economics class
at school we had been studying about supply, demand, and shortage.  Simply,
if there is demand for a product, and there is no product, a shortage is
created.  To supply that shortage, the cost of the wanted product will go
up.  More simply, people will pay more for a wanted product if that product
is in short supply.  So, I figured if this concept would work in the
business world, why wouldn't it work in Skyler's world?  Skyler wanted pot.
However, pot was in short supply for Skyler.  Therefore, Skyler should be
willing to pay a higher price to get the pot.  However, Skyler wasn't going
to pay for the pot he wanted in dollars.  He was going to pay with his
cock.

Over the next month, Skyler stayed at my house twice.  Both times my
parents were with my Aunt, and both times we never talked about his cock or
the size of it.  The nights ended the same each time; Skyler smoking an
entire bag of pot, pigging out on pizza, and him falling asleep in my chair
with a contented smile on his face.  For a guy that was used to smoking on
a daily basis, getting stoned every two weeks was beginning to get to
Skyler.  He would catch me in the halls at school, or text me wanting to
know when we were getting together again.  For my plan to work, I had to
make sure Skyler was really in need of the pipe so I began to stretch out
the times between our sleepovers.  One day at school, Skyler caught me in
the bathroom and told me he was about to "climb the walls."  It had now
been over three weeks since he had gotten stoned, and the time was perfect.
I told Skyler my parents were going to be gone again the next weekend, and
we could get together then.  A smile came to his handsome face, and Skyler
literally ran out of the bathroom yelling.

It was three days until Saturday, and Skyler must have called or texted me
twenty times a day.  "Are we still on, dude?" he'd say.  Or, "I'm pumped,
I'm pumped!!"  My responses to Skyler were always the same.  "Yeah man,"
I'd say, "we're still on."  Saturday finally came, and I went to pick
Skyler up in the afternoon.  He was his usual amped up self, knowing he was
finally going to get high after an almost four week wait.  As always,
Skyler beat to the back door of my house and up the stairs to my room.
He'd learned where I kept the pot and pipe, and when I got to my room he
was fishing around my closet looking for it.  After pulling several boxes
down and pushing more aside, Skyler was getting frustrated.  Skyler didn't
know that I had moved the box from my closet to the bottom drawer of one of
my dressers.  "Dude," he said, his voice clearly agitated, "where's it at,
man?"  "I moved it Skyler," I finally told him.  He turned around to look
at me, clearly about to get pissed.  "Why the fuck you do that, Sam?"
Skyler snapped at me.  "Because," I said, "things have changed a little..."

Skyler looked at me, confused.  "Whatta you mean, `things have changed'?"
he asked.  "Here's the deal, Skyler," I began, "I think it's time for a
little exchange..."  I saw Skyler reaching for his wallet in his back
pocket.  "How much," he asked.  "That's not the kind of exchange I had in
mind, Skyler," I told him.  "Let's just say I've got the good shit that you
want, and you've got the good shit that I want..."  "I'm confused, man,"
Skyler said, his face clearly agreeing with his words.  "If you don't want
cash, what do you want?"  "What I want," I said slowly, looking directly at
him, "is to suck your dick."  Skyler busted out laughing.  "Sam, come on,"
he said between laughs, "quit fuckin' around an throw me the pipe."  "I'm
not fucking around, Skyler," I said, still looking at him, "I'm serious; I
want your cock down my throat..."  Skyler was clearly getting more
agitated, shifting from one foot to the other and closing and opening his
hands.  "Come on, Sam," he said, his words short and direct, "just give me
the shit, bro."  I didn't waiver in my proposal.  "Like I told you,
Skyler," I said, "I've got what you want, and you've got what I want."
"It's pretty simple if you think about it," I went on, "nothing for you to
do except shove your hard cock down a hot wet throat, blow a load, then
smoke a good bowl after...you got the easy part, man" Skyler's face began
to tense and his eyes narrowed.  "What the fuck, Sam," he almost yelled,
"you know I'm in need.."  Then Skyler slammed my closet.  "Fuck this shit,
Sam," he spat out, heading for my bedroom door.  "Fuck this shit!!"  I then
heard Skyler race down the stairs and the back door slam.  I also heard a
very loud "FUCK!!" before the door slammed.

About an hour later I got a text.  I looked at my phone and saw it was from
Skyler.  "Come to the door," was all it said.  I went downstairs and into
the kitchen.  From the porch light I could see Skyler standing at the back
door.  I opened the door, turned around, and he followed me in.  I went to
the fridge, grabbed two beers and threw him one.  He caught it easily.
"Dude," he said opening his beer, "I didn't think you were gay; I mean,
your fuckin' my sister..."  "I'm not gay Skyler," I said to him, opening my
own beer.  "I just like to suck on a nice cock every now and then...I'm not
gay."  Skyler was quiet as he took quick sips of his beer.  "It's just," he
finally said, "I never done anything..."  I cut him off quickly.  "That's
the fun part Skyler," I said, "you don't have to do anything except enjoy,
shoot your load, then have some good shit."  Skyler took more sips of his
beer, but said nothing.  Finally, he took a big gulp from the can, set it
on the counter, turned around and headed for the stairs.  "Aight," he said
as he was walking up the stairs.  "Let's go..."

When I got to my room, Skyler was standing against the wall, by my closet.
He looked at me, then looked away.  In anticipation of him agreeing to
this, I had pre-packed a pipe and had it in the box, on the bookcase beside
where Skyler was standing.  I walked past him, to the bookcase, and took
the box.  I pulled out the pipe and a lighter, and handed them both to
Skyler.  "Here ya go, man," I said, "some incentive for ya."  Skyler's eyes
lit up when he saw the pipe.  "Sweet," he said as he took them, and held
the lighter up to the pipe.  As I was getting on my knees in front of him,
I looked up at Skyler and watched him take a long hit, hold it, and slowly
blow the smoke out.  "Sweeeet," he said again.  My head was now directly
eye-level with Skyler's crotch and I reached my hand up to place it on top
of his zipper.  Slowly, I rubbed with my open hand, tracing the outline of
the huge cock that lay beneath.  While I was in mid-rub, Skyler reached
down and put his hand on top of mine, to stop me.  "Dude," he said slowly,
"no one can..."  I stopped Skyler in mid-sentence because I knew what he
was going to say.  "Relax man," I said to him, brushing his hand away from
mine, "I ain't Joey..."

Skyler stood against the wall, his legs slightly apart, while I rubbed my
palm up and down his crotch.  Beneath his shorts and underwear, I could
feel his cock come to life.  I felt it moving and then begin to harden.
Skyler squirmed a little against the wall, and moved his legs.  I looked at
him as I began to rub my face against his crotch.  Skyler's eyes were
closed as he took another from the pipe.  The only sound that escaped his
lips were the sound of him exhaling, blowing the smoke out of his lungs.  I
moved my face back and the hardness beneath Skyler`s shorts moved with it.
I reached up to unsnap his shorts, brushing my hand against his bulge.  My
right hand unsnapped while my left unzipped the shorts.  Skyler's hardened
mass pushed the now opened flaps of his shorts aside, and they lay on
either side of his growing mound.  I reached my hands up and pulled, and
his shorts fell to his feet.  My hands then went to the band of Skyler's
black boxer briefs, and I slowly pulled them down.

Skyler continued to take hits from the pipe, and made no other sound than
inhaling and exhaling.  With his shorts and boxer briefs now at his feet,
Skyler's dick was in full view.  When I had seen it before, soft, I was
impressed.  Now seeing it begin to thicken and grow, I was amazed.  I had
estimated it before at 8" soft.  Now growing, I was sure it would be a good
10.  In the two years I had been sucking straight cock, this was by far the
biggest I had ever had.  By far.  I reached my hand up to touch it, and
Skyler flinched.  With my hand wrapped around it, half-way down the long
shaft, I could feel Skyler's cock grow and harden.  Slowly I pumped my hand
back and forth, and watched as his perfect balls moved in their sack.
Skyler still said nothing, but he did moved his legs farther apart.  As far
apart as his shorts and boxer briefs would let him.  I took my hand from
his shaft, and watched as Skyler's cock twitched before me.  Too big and
heavy to stand straight up, or even at a 45* angle, Skyler's cock trembled
at the perfect angle to slide into my throat.

I grabbed Skyler's shaft again and moved down farther on my knees.  I
lifted the heavy rod slightly, stuck out my tongue, and licked on the
underside from just below the ridge head forward to his slit.  I looked up
at Skyler and his eyes closed tighter, but still he made no sound.  I
continued my licking and added encasing his cock head between my lips.
Skyler's legs shivered.  I moved my hand farther up on his shaft, toward
his pubes, and slowly raised his rod.  I opened my mouth, took a breath,
and swallowed half of Skyler's huge cock.  Leaving my hand in place, I took
a deeper breath, and swallowed the large tool.  Midway, I could feel the
head of Skyler's cock hitting the back of my throat.  Meeting with no
resistance, it slid past, and moved farther down my throat.  I could begin
to feel Skyler's wiry bush, and with a final push forward my nose was
buried in its center.  At first, Skyler's body stiffened, but then relaxed
as long deep breath escaped from his mouth.  I held my position for a few
seconds and my throat muscles slowly milked the giant cock.  Then slowly, I
pulled back and watched as it left my throat.  Skyler continued to take
hits from the pipe, but his breathing had become more heavy.  Wanting to
hear some kind of noise from him, other than inhaling and exhaling smoke, I
repeated my swallowing three more times.  The third time, with his pulsing
cock buried deep in my throat and my throat muscles milking, Skyler
suddenly grabbed the back of my head and thrust his hips forward, away from
the wall.

"FUUUUCCCKKK," Skyler finally said, as his hips began to slowly fuck his
cock in and out of my wet throat.  I looked up, and watched as Skyler put
the pipe on bookcase and brought his other hand to my head.  With both
hands planted firmly on the top/back of my head, Skyler pulled his cock out
of my throat, slid across the back of my tongue, then fucked it in deeper.
I tasted a salty sweetness in my mouth, and knew he had begun to leak.  His
legs moved farther apart, and the pressure on my head increased.  Skyler's
breathing was heavy, but he didn't say anything.  I looked up at him again,
and his eyes were only slightly closed now, and his eyebrows were raised.
He had a slight smile on his face.  Skyler was enjoying the face fucking
and I intended to make him enjoy it even more.

I learned early on that nothing turns on a straight guy more than thinking
his cock is too big for me to take.  And since I have no gag reflex, that
has never been the case.  So each time Skyler pushed his long leaking cock
down my throat, I began to make short gagging and choking sounds.  True to
straight-guy form, this made Skyler's cock throb and leak more.  Then I
heard a small low laugh come from him.  "Fuck yeah," he growled as he
pushed his cock in farther, "choke on my fuckin' dick..."  I kept the
noises up, and felt Skyler's cock pulse and expand in my throat.  His
fucking became deeper, and each time my nose was pushed harder into his
pubes.  Spit, mixed with his pre-jizz, was now dripping from my mouth,
hitting the base of his cock, and falling onto Skyler's balls.  I brought
my hand up to feel, and Skyler's nuts moved easily in their heavy sack.
Skyler's body flinched as I rubbed his nuts, and his cock tensed in my
throat.  Skyler's breathing was now becoming heavy and short.  His face
fucks were getting shorter, and he left more of his cock in my throat
before he plunged it back down.  Skyler's sack began to constrict in my
hand, his balls drawing up tighter to his body.  He was close, and both of
us knew it.

Skyler's breathing was now short and quick, and his chest moved in and out
rapidly.  His grip became tighter on my head and he began to jab his
perfect cock in quick short fucks down my throat.  I felt as Skyler's hips
slowed to an almost standstill, then he sped up and his cock made three
short jerks down my throat.  At the end of his third thrust, Skyler's hands
clamped hard onto my head.  He pushed his cock into my throat deeper than
it had ever been, and held it there.  I heard the groan start deep in
Skyler's chest, and felt a cock vein push out against my tight throat.  His
groan became louder as the vein moved up my throat, carrying his load with
it.  Skyler's body froze as the first cum shot blasted out of his pulsating
rod and shot deep into my gut.  "AAAGGGGHHHH," Skyler groaned as a second,
third, and fourth load shot out.  Though he was holding my head tight in
place, I forced it back until the head of Skyler's cock was now at the back
of my throat.  He continued to shoot his jizz as I brought my hand to his
erupting shaft and jacked it.  The sweet taste of Skyler's cum filled my
mouth and slid easily down my throat.  Skyler released my head, and I
continued to jack his cock as my mouth moved up around the head, and began
to suck.  His jizz still flowed out of his slit, at a slower rate, and I
coated my tongue and wet my lips.  I looked up at Skyler, and saw he was
looking back at me.  He had a somewhat puzzled look on his face at first,
but then it turned into a half grin.  Skyler watched me as I cleaned the
remaining jizz from his cock, then let his massive tool once again lay
against his heavy balls.  Then, he reached over, grabbed the pipe and
lighter, and took another hit.

I blew Skyler a few more times that year, always when he was stoned and
always under the condition that "no one finds out about this..."  Skyler
made it through his probation with no more problems, graduated, and started
college.  I still hear from him sometimes when he's bored or when he's home
on break.  It's usually when his supplier is out of commission or when he's
"in need" of something else.