Date: Sun, 10 Mar 2013 14:19:18 +0000 (UTC)
From: fiveholepunch@comcast.net
Subject: Cock I Have Known Part Three

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Cock I Have Known    Part Three


Tommy

I sucked Tommy B______'s cock.  In the downstairs boy's room.  After
school.  In the eighth grade.  It was my first.

Tommy was a "bad boy." Well, at least for middle school in suburbia.  He
was kind of a skater, but not really.  He had his dark brown hair cut
almost to the skin just above his ears, no side burns.  This made him a
sort of skater rebel, at least in my innocent eyes.  He did have a shock of
hair that hung straight down, bangs a couple of inches long, above short
eyebrows, brown, and long lashes, also brown.  Tommy had a long nose and
full, expressive lips.  He was kind of cute now that I think back, but at
the time I was scared of him because he was older, fourteen, and got in
trouble. He was sent to the office quite a lot.  Tommy and I didn't have
any classes together, but I knew who he was; that he would single me out
from any other eighth grader came as a surprise.

Well, here's the story.  I had stayed very late after school to do
something for a social studies assignment in the library. I walked home
from school every day and it was quite a long way, in great part because
our middle school sat on top of a big hill. I had my locker downstairs and
I was thinking of my long walk home as I approached my locker long after
classes had finished. The hall lights downstairs were half turned off and
there was nobody around the lockers.  There was probably only a janitor and
maybe a teacher or two left in this part of the building this late.  After
getting my junk from my locker and bending over to stuff it in my backpack,
I swung my locker door shut with a bang. Bent over, I saw a movement at the
end of the row of lockers.  Startled, I turned and jumped up.  It was Tommy
B______!

"Oh!"  I inadvertently exclaimed out loud.

I knew instantly that Tommy knew I was scared.  He just gave a slight look
of contemptuous amusement.  What was he doing here?  Tommy rode the bus, he
shouldn't be here.  I felt I had to say something.

"Did you miss your bus?"

I knew it was stupid the second I said it.

"Yeah, I missed my bus," Tommy answered with pointed sarcasm, "You miss
your bus when that asshole Mr. Jenkins gives you detention at the last
minute."

Tommy cursed out loud in school.  I wouldn't dare do that.  Truth be told,
Mr. Jenkins was mean and he was – well, what Tommy said.  There was a
long pause.  I felt compelled to fill the silence.

"Are you waiting for a ride?"

Another brilliantly dumb question on my part.  I was worried about getting
out of the building alive after that Darwinian faux pas.  Tommy didn't kill
me; he just gave a slightly sarcastic monosyllabic response.

"Yeah."

Tommy stood in his surplus Army coat holding his backpack, suitably adorned
with metal group patches.  His expression changed.  It was a smile of
dawning realization.

"C'mon," Tommy said, indicating with a quick jerk of his head the direction
we were to go.

He gave me a moment to clumsily pick up my jacket and backpack then he
headed down the hall.  I followed Tommy.  He went down the hall to the
boy's room.  He pushed the door open, turned and looked me in the eye.

"C'mon," Tommy lured with a subtle mixture of salaciousness and threat.

I went in.  Tommy went ahead and roughly tossed his backpack next to the
tiled wall and walked toward the toilet stalls in the back.

"Dump your stuff next to the wall," Tommy directed.

I did so, but I was worried when my jacket slipped off my backpack and
touched the dirty floor.

The downstairs boy's room was small and out of the way.  There were a
couple of sinks near the front, four urinals and, near the back two tiled
toilet stalls with metal doors.  This was part of the original school and
was designed when masonry was the standard. The walls as well as the floors
were all of an off-white four inch tile.

Tommy stood near the entrance to the back stall and held the door open.  He
gave a slight wave of his hand and I hesitatingly entered the stall.  I was
anxious, but not scared; something about Tommy's demeanor told me he wasn't
going to beat me up.

"Sit down."

There was only one place to do that, so I sat on the edge of the toilet
seat; these were so old that they still had the full seat with a lid and
not just a ring.  Tommy got right to the point.

"I know you're a homo."

I looked down; I was ashamed that Tommy had called me that.  I knew I was,
but I didn't want anyone to know, especially in school.

"That's okay; I am not going tell anyone."

I looked up in puzzlement.  Why was Tommy being so considerate?

"I am going to let you suck my cock."

I couldn't really argue.  I was a "homo" and I had thought about sucking
cock.  I wasn't going to try to escape, because I couldn't.  I wasn't going
to get punched out to pretend I wasn't a "homo."  I think I knew what Tommy
wanted when he smiled slyly earlier out by the lockers.

Tommy pulled the sides of his Army jacket apart, pulled up his sweatshirt
and at the same time pulled his white tee out of the waist of his rusty
orange colored jeans.  He took a step and stood immediately in front of me.
I scooted back a bit so that I was totally on top of the hard seat.  Tommy
wasn't wearing a belt, so he unsnapped his top button and unzipped.  He
shoved his own white jockeys down, "black-lined" the cheaper kind, exposing
his circumcised penis.  It was fattening up.  I could see the flared head
before me.  Tommy pulled his shirt up with his right hand and held out his
swelling member with his left.  I knew what I was supposed to do.

I reached up and delicately took hold of the base of Tommy's shaft in my
fingertips. I looked at the pink head for a moment, then leaned forward and
took the crown into my mouth.  I heard Tommy gasp.

"Ohhh."

What did Tommy's cock taste like? Well, truthfully, I didn't notice any
particular taste; Tommy might've been a bad boy, but he had good personal
hygiene. There really wasn't any smell either. The smell I smelled was just
the smell of a boy. His cockhead was spongy, but I could feel Tommy's penis
stiffening in my hand as I sucked. I stretched forward to take more of
Tommy's cock in my mouth. I could see Tommy's curly brown pubes a few
inches in front of my nose. But weirdly, the visual I remember most is
looking at Tommy's lean bellybutton, just under his right pinky which was
holding up his shirt.

I only looked up once or twice. When I did I could see Tommy looking down
on me, his mouth open and pursed, his eyes half closed in pleasure, not
just the pleasure of having his cock sucked, but also the pleasure of
making someone suck it. Tommy had let go of his rod and placed his hand
lightly on top of my head. His hips were pushed forward feeding me his
cock. Tommy's cock was probably only five inches long and not too thick,
but I could only take about three or four inches before it hit the back of
my throat and made me gag. When the tip of Tommy's cock pushed against the
back of my throat he gave a groan.

"Unghh."

It might be hard to believe, but I didn't start to get hard until this
point, when I heard Tommy groan with animal lust. My penis stiffened
uncomfortably in my pants, lightly atingle. A more primal arousal, that
seemed to arise in my scrotum, but one I felt more deeply in the pit of my
stomach, made me giddy with satisfaction. It was the satisfaction of
sucking cock.

Tommy began to move, semi-consciously trying to push his rod deeper into my
mouth. I held onto the base of his erection controlling his depth. My lips
wrapped around his shaft as I moved my head up and down; my tongue softly
cradled the bulging underside of the first cock to enter my mouth. Tommy
moaned strongly. I knew he must be getting close.

"Uhhh ..."

What was it going to be like having somebody come in your mouth? Would
Tommy's sperm taste like mine? I had tasted mine, but it was just sort of
gloppy and salty. Tommy reached around with his left hand and held the back
of my head, his fingers intertwined in my hair.  All of a sudden Tommy
began insistently thrusting his hips forward. He grabbed my hair a little
too tightly.

"Uhhh ..."

Tommy froze. I could feel the head of his cock swell in my mouth. The
fourteen-year-olds' turgid shaft expanded and, with the first spasm of
Tommy's orgasm, rose up, jerking stiffly in my fingers; with the second
spasm, a huge spurt of semen erupted into my mouth.

"Innghh!"

A second large spurt came before I was ready and I started to gag. I could
taste Tommy's semen and could feel the thick ejaculate being forced around
Tommy's corona, past my cheeks and threatening to leak from the sides of my
mouth.

"Shhhit!" Tommy cursed.

Tommy let go of my hair and began to pull back, still ejaculating. As his
cock slid nearly free of my lips, he shot again. This, along with the other
semen already in my mouth, began to run over my lower lip and down the
sides of my chin. I still held his shaft, but Tommy reached down with his
freed left hand and took his member out of my hand. As Tommy's glans came
free, a smaller spurt hit my upper lip.

"Fuck ...," the fourteen-year-old exhaled with deep satisfaction.

Tommy leaned back against the wall of the toilet stall, dazed in a
post-orgasmic stupor. I watched a few watery, slimy globules ooze from the
slit of Tommy's purple cock head and run down the underside of his
glistenng shaft.  I reflexively swallowed. Tommy's load tasted salty sweet.
After a timeless pause, mere moments of course, Tommy, with a look of smug
satisfaction, stopped leaning on the wall, tucked his sloppy, just sagging
member into his briefs, gave a quick snap and zip and, after wiping the
stickiness from his hand on the side of his jeans, dropped his tee and
sweatshirt down, turned and left the stall without a word.

I sat in silence, waiting, listening to the scrape of nylon on the tiled
floor as Tommy picked up his backpack and then hearing the tumble of books
as he hefted it onto his shoulders; a few steps, a door opening and then
the slow sigh of the hydraulic door closer followed by the echoing bang of
the heavy wooden door hitting the frame. After a few moments of quiet
solitude I wiped most of the wetness off my chin and looked at my fingers.
I realized that I wasn't thinking too clearly at this point, I now had a
sticky chin and sticky fingers.  I reached for the roll of toilet paper and
cleaned most of the spit and jism from my face and hand.  I looked down and
saw several drips from Tommy on my pants.  I also saw the folds of my fly
pushed outward by my stiff erection.  It hurt as I stood up.

I made my way out of the stall and noticed my jacket on the dirty floor of
the boy's room, this bothered me.  I went to the sink and cleaned my face
and hands with water and then used the wet paper towel to clean the jizz
drips on my jeans and the dirt from my jacket.  I gathered my stuff and,
before entering the hall, slowly stuck my head out of the door.  I wasn't
worried about Tommy, more about the janitor or a teacher, but what I really
was worried about was being discovered for what I was.

My erection never really went down as I walked home.  It rubbed back and
forth in my pants, painfully sensitive, as I thought over what had happened
with Tommy again and again.  Tommy used me; he made me suck his cock. But,
he didn't.  He knew I wanted cock and I sucked his because it was what I
already knew I wanted.  This was confusing.

I couldn't masturbate right away when I got home, but later that night in
bed, I thought of what had happened and came twice thinking of everything:
Tommy unzipping his pants and taking his cock out; taking the semi-hard
penis in my mouth and feeling it stiffen; the eruption of semen; Tommy's
smile at using me.

I'm sure you're wondering if I sucked Tommy's cock again; the answer is
yes, but only a couple of more times. Even though I was aroused by this
experience with Tommy in the boy's room, I was still scared of Tommy, not
because of the sex, but because of his reputation. I wanted to do it again,
yet at the same time I tried to avoid running across Tommy in the halls
mainly from embarrassment. Tommy "knew" and I was worried that others might
find out what I was.

It was two days later, leaving the lunch room, when Tommy found me.

"Hey," Tommy called out.

I turned around in surprise. I was fearful. What was going to happen? Tommy
actually planned it perfectly so that nobody else could really have the
time to pay attention to what he said.

"I have detention again," Tommy informed me, "afterschool..."

His voice trailed off. Tommy paused for a moment and then walked off. I
knew that he was telling me to stay after school and wait for him.

Distracted, I thought about what I should do in each of my afternoon
classes. I could leave immediately after school and be home a half an hour
before Tommy got out of detention. Would he find me later and beat me up?
Would he find me and force me to suck him again? Or would Tommy let the
whole matter drop? Even though I asked myself these questions a dozen times
and couldn't come up with any definitive answers, it really didn't
matter. I found myself thinking about meeting Tommy in the bathroom
again. I also found myself fingering my semi-stiff penis in my pants under
the desk in each of my classes thinking about sucking his cock again. I
ended up, as I knew I would, waiting in the library for the half an hour
while Tommy served his detention. I anxiously watched the clock slowly
count off the minutes. I was so keyed up from anticipation that I ended up
at my locker early and had to stand around for several interminable minutes
while waiting for Tommy to show up.

Tommy appeared at the end of the row of lockers. He smiled, seeing me
there, waiting. I felt embarrassed and ashamed.

"C'mon," was all the Tommy said with a slight jerk of his head in the
direction of the boy's restroom.

The same scene played itself out almost exactly as it had before. Other
than groans of pleasure, Tommy said a total of six words the whole time we
were together; "sit," "take it out," and "suck it." As soon as he finished
coming in my mouth, Tommy tucked himself away, zipped up and left without a
word. This time, after hearing the door close, I stood up and frantically
pulled my jeans and underwear to my knees, freeing my rigid, dripping
penis. I lifted the lid of the toilet behind me, sat down and masturbated
furiously. With the taste of Tommy's come still on my lips, I came
violently, within seconds. It took me more than a minute just to catch my
breath. Then, grabbing paper from the roll, I quickly wiped my ejaculation
from my hand, the end of my cock and the rim of the toilet seat to hide any
evidence of my shameful activity.

Of course I masturbated again at home as soon as I could. I thought about
sucking Tommy's cock a lot over the next few weeks; whenever I masturbated,
whenever I daydreamed in class. In school I was always thinking about,
anticipating, Tommy coming up to me and telling me he was going to be
around after school. It only happened one more time. I don't even know if
Tommy had detention that day, but it ended up that was the last time.

I only sucked Tommy three times in the space of about a week and a half and
then no more.  Why it ended exactly I don't know, but I suspect that Tommy
was at the very least embarrassed at being with a "homo" and more likely
worried about being a "homo" himself.  Since we didn't have any classes
together, we just avoided eye contact whenever possible in the halls for
the rest of eighth grade.  We ended up going to different high schools and
aside from once or twice here and there I never saw Tommy again before I
left home at eighteen.


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