Date: Thu, 29 Sep 2005 18:07:22 -0700 (PDT)
From: thunder boy <thunder151@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jock-boy Mike: Chapter 09
Disclaimer: If you are under 18 or it is illegal to read this material in your
area, please leave now. This story contains material describing sexual activity
between teenage boys. Material may not be reproduced without author's
permission. Responses/suggestions/feedback to: thunder151@yahoo.com.
Thanks for the suggestions and encouragement to all those who have written.
A special welcome and a pair of Chinese thumb-cuffs to my particular friend
<aka guacamole>. I hope this chapter gives you a special feeling.
By the way, I have wondered, now and then, why this story ended up in
"Young Friends" rather that "High School" or "Authoritarian." It feels kinda
weird.
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Within an hour of walking through Sean's front door, I was kneeling
on the thick carpet of his basement rec-room, stripped naked, my knees
spread wide open, with my perky boy-boner standing at full attention. Now
known as my "cocksucker" position. Desperately horny for him, I was
hopelessly lost in his sexual tractor beam. And here I was, washing his balls
in my straight-boy-jock mouth. Kissing his sperm bank with my straight-boy-
jock lips. His beautiful dick bounced on my face.
"Hold on, sucka," Sean said. I looked up at him, my mouth filled with
his nut. He popped it out of my mouth and went to sit on the couch. He
beckoned me with his finger. I went and stood before him, my boner waving
around like a gay parade flag. He grabbed my flagpole and pulled it way
down, til I felt the ache .... til I was squirming. Then he let it go, watched it
slap up against my stomach and bounce. I shuddered with the feeling of Sean
handling my joy-stick.
He started talking. With frequent pauses. Every time he paused, he
would pull my wiener down, release it, and watch it slap up on my stomach.
Like punctuation.
"You know the first time (thwap) .... in the locker room (thwap) ....
when I walked up to you kneeling on the floor (thwap) .... and saw you
staring at my dick (thwap) .... with your boy-pecker goin' stiff (thwap) .... I
knew you were at least a little gay (thwap)."
I stood there with my hands at my sides. He called my dick a "boy-
pecker," he knew way back how I was gay for him. He was also taking
control of my cock. And my cock loved it. Every time Sean grabbed it, it
would twitch with pleasure. I felt each of his fingers on it individually, strong
and firm, pulling it down. Every time it slapped on my stomach, it got more
rigid. My smooth balls danced in the air. If this kept up, I felt like it was
gonna break off. My body was torn between the discipline to stand stark-still
like he wanted .... and the impulse to hump my boner in his hand for relief.
All over me, muscles shivered in spasms, trying against all hope to relax,
from my tensed feet to my stiffened neck. Sean feigned indifference, but the
look in his eyes told me he was enjoying the effect this was having on me.
He continued, "Then it seemed like you were always gettin' a boner
(thwap).... for my hard- jock muscles (thwap).... and my killer hairy legs
(thwap) .... and my awesome (thwap) .... wonder-dick (thwap)."
His choice of words was starting to sound familiar. What did he know
about killer hairy legs? And how did he know I was enthralled with his
"awesome wonder-dick?" I was in no mood to ponder these questions too
deeply, though. I was too busy feeling like a tool. Too busy being
overwhelmed by the feel of his fingers on my dick, the urgency of the
downward torque on my boner, the humiliating "thwap" like a recurring
message - "Mikey is queer for Sean .... Mikey is queer for Sean .... Mikey is
queer for Sea ...." And then my balls dancing helplessly in the air, just an
added flourish to the main action.
Sean's voice cut into my reverie. "And then I got this letter (thwap) ....
that explained to me (thwap) .... what was really going on (thwap)."
Sean kept one hand holding my dick down while he pulled the letter
from under a pile of stuff on the couch. It looked familiar .... it was MY
letter .... it was my fantasy letter to HIM .... from my dream journal. Yikes!
My queer boy dreams had entered the public domain!
Sean continued his unhurried discourse. "It was a little hard to read
(thwap) .... with all these cum stains and such (thwap) .... but I think I
managed (thwap) .... to catch the main idea (thwap)."
My butt muscles were clenching and unclenching with every "thwap."
My legs were trembling from the supreme effort of self-control. I was
breaking a sweat.
Then Sean settled back on the couch, his hard dick oozing a little
puddle on the flexed muscles just below his navel. "I dunno, maybe you
should just read it out loud, to make sure I got it right."
He handed me the letter. Yep. It was the original, cum stains and all. I
started reading, standing there bone-hard and naked in front of this
undeniably hot, teen-jock hero. After all the attention he just lavished on my
cock, I suddenly felt strangely isolated. I felt like the keynote speaker at a
convention. The Boner Convention. Correction. The Boner for Sean
Convention. My stomach was dropping through my feet. Sean damn well
knew what the letter said. He was just gonna let me humiliate myself with my
own words, let me steep in my own juices. He looked at me expectantly.
My voice was all frogged up at first. "Dear Sean," I began, holding the
note up in front of me. I took a deep breath. My stomach was doing flips. My
upright boner sagged a little. I knew what was coming. A gushing confession
of queer-assed devotion and faggot submission. Written in the throes of
passionate longing and desperate horniness, embarrassing enough to read
alone, in private. Totally embarrassing to read stark naked, with a hard-boy
jock audience of one watching.
"You are so hot I can't believe it," I said, convincingly. The note was
so gay I couldn't believe it, but I was determined to go through with it. Sean
placed his hands behind his head and put on a look of interest.
"I am so grateful that you are in this world." Fuck, this was gay .... to
the power of gay. Dude, don't make me read this. I looked in his eyes. He
was looking right back, looking inside of me. "I am so grateful that you saw
me with a total hard-on for you." I could feel my face going flushed. I could
feel my ears burning. I could feel my dick surge. I was so embarrassed that I
could even feel my toes blushing. "I am so grateful that you touched me."
Was this actually me feeling this? writing this? saying this? It sounded like
some girly teen fan gushing over her latest teen idol. Except for the boner
part. And the boner was certainly doing it's part. I touched the tip and
tweaked it like he had done months ago in the locker room. He smiled. It felt
so good to make him smile. I melted down inside. My ass flexed and my dick
twitched.
"I need to be your sex-slave." He broke out in a big grin, stretched his
legs out and extended his toes. His boner had sagged a little but now it was
pumping up again, along with his heartbeat. This inspired me to deliver my
next lines with sincerity: "I will do anything for you. Whatever you ask ....
Anytime .... Anyplace." My heart was pounding, too.
"You are so perfect, so tough, so cute, so powerful, so cool, so fucking
hot. Just being near you drives me crazy-horny. I worship your body." I
looked at him, my eyes meandering over his muscled contours longingly,
tenderly. He tensed his chest and stomach muscles. His dick flexed and raised
up off his abs, rigid. His balls retracted an inch. His biceps bulged. My eyes
half-closed and I moaned, my head bowing and my eyes dropping down
along his legs and stopping at his feet.
"I crave your killer .... hairy .... legs." This was one of the core images
in my deep, dark secret. I don't know why, okay, it just is. With this
confession, all the rest unraveled. Bare-naked submission was knocking on
the door. A drop of pre-cum popped out on the tip of my rigid cock. I went
silent. My hands dropped to my sides, my head bowed. I was freakin' queer
as a three-dollar bill. My brutally honest boy-boner stood straight up as a
monument to Sean's killer hairy legs. I could feel his eyes on me, on my gay-
boy hard-on. My oozing gay-boy hard-on.
Sean beckoned me forward with his hand. I stepped forward. He
signaled me to stop. I stood at his feet. He nodded, waiting.
I bit my lower lip and lifted the note up again. Breathing deep, I
continued. "I need to be your naked slave, kneeling at your feet." My voice
was shaking now. I looked at him again. My dick was hopelessly hard,
beyond my control, hard for him. He had a mischievous grin, He pointed to
the floor and mouthed the word "cocksucker." I sank to my knees at his feet
and spread them wide. I put one hand behind my back, as close as I could get
to my assigned position under the circumstances. Sean put his toes under my
balls and lifted them.
"Make me massage you. Make me kiss your hard muscles. Make me
give you tongue-baths." I licked my lips. They tingled. They felt fat and
sensitive. "Make me lick your sweat. Make me lick your armpits .... and your
feet ...."
Sean held his foot up in front of my face at this point. I breathed in the
sex-funky scent of his foot, and put my face to it, and kissed the sole with my
mouth open and my tongue on his skin. His salty pheronomes went straight
to my brain. I started licking. He put his foot down on the floor and my
tongue followed it, lapping it all over, kissing his toes and sucking them one
by one. I licked all over the veined top of his foot and on to his ankle. I
lapped at the hairs on his ankle and up his leg. The thick hair was spongy-soft
against my tongue. It tickled my lips and my nose.. After a few minutes, Sean
gently put his hand on my head and pushed me away. I looked up at him
again. His eyelids were heavy, his mouth half-open, his dick big and hard.
"Cocksucker," he whispered. "Read."
I kneeled back again and continued, "Make me lick your armpits ....
and your feet .... and your killer hairy legs .... and your awesome hard chest
.... Make me lick your delicious balls."
I stopped again with a smile breaking out on my face. "Delicious
balls," I repeated. "How fucking gay," I said, starting to laugh. "It's like ....
hey, I caught you a delicious bass." Sean laughed too. "I feel so fuckin' gay,"
I said in a dejected tone. Sean laughed harder.
I was looking at him with this mad-dog expression, and when he
looked at me kneeling there red-faced and hopelessly boned-up, he started
laughing again. Finally, his chuckles subsided, and he got out, "Hey, I caught
you a delicious bass," as he pointed to his own delicious bass, gangsta-style. I
broke a little smile. He was teasing me and I knew enough to know .... it
turned me on. Turned me on alot. I wasn't gonna freak out. I was gonna play
my part. If teasing me turned HIM on half as much as it turned ME on, it
would all be fine.
"Read on, gay-boy," Sean said as he started calming down.
"Make me lick your delicious balls," I said again, feeling the latent
gayness of the words fill me up. Saying it a second time was even more
humiliating than the first. "Make me kneel naked at your feet." That's just
what I was doing now, and I looked at him like I meant it. "Make me suck
your .... wonder-dick .... whenever you say." I looked at him again with a
trace of a smile. We were both thinking "delicious bass," and started laughing
again.
When he looked ready, I continued seriously, "Make me show you how
I get a hard-on just thinking about you." I looked down at my perpetual
boner. "Make me cum for you."
What was left to be said? Laying out my queer confession was as
embarrassing as I thought it would be. But what surprised me was .... how the
humiliation of it was a total turn-on. And not for lack of self-respect. Just the
opposite. If anything, I had a genuine sense of my own worth. I had a solid
straight-boy identity. In every respect. Except .... except I liked ....except I
was unexplainably turned-on .... by hot-jock stud-boys.
I resumed full 'cocksucker' position, with both hands behind my back,
and my legs spread wide to show him the hard-on he inspired. Then, with
head bowed, I added, "Your Slave-Boy, Mike."
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