The Sadie Hawin's Dance

The Sadie Hawkin's Dance (bi)

I'm Brian. I've only been at my new school for a few weeks. Long enough for me to confirm a few things: that the faculty would insist on treating me as a child despite me legally being an adult, that it wasn't quite time for me to come out as gay at this school, and that I really liked the dude I'd been dating since the first week.

His name was Derek and he was a dreamboat. Hunky body, a sexy swoosh of hair, popular, charming, and a tight end on the football team. And boy did he have a tight end in those jeans.

I sucked his dick on our first encounter. The way he touched my face while I did it told me everything I needed to know. When he came he gave a little musical grunt to warn me then erupted onto my tongue so sweetly. I don't mean it tasted sweet, cum never does. I mean he was sweet the way he moved in my mouth while he was doing it. He didn't hold still like a boring drip. But he didn't try to force himself down my throat either. The sheer quantity of emotion he could communicate in that one action was intense. But I will want him to force himself down my throat later.

We haven't fucked yet. I know what you're thinking: who's the girl in our relationship? It's a myth among straights that one queer is always the girl and the other is always the man. We use the words top and bottom in sort of a fluid way. Well, I guess I tend towards being the bottom. In a relationship I'll do more of the sucking than being sucked and more of the receptive PIA than the other way. Oh, PIA means penis in ass. When we get to it I suppose we'll do it both ways. But our budding romance is so new. He's only touched my dick so tenderly while I've been sucking his ravenously so far.

Our second date was behind the bleachers after a football game. Watching him play had really turned me on. It was so sexy the way they crashed their strong bodies into each other. He came to see me secretly like we'd discussed. He's not out of the closet at all.

His uniform was soaked and he smelled soo manly. I didn't intend to blow him again that night but his sweat was such a tremendous turn on that I needed to know what it felt like to have a sweaty dick in my mouth. Without any discussion I inhaled his scent as he hugged me wetly, then when I felt his strong hands on my shoulders I just melted.

I pulled out his penis frantically and stuffed it in my mouth like there was no tomorrow. With his fingertips resting lightly on me he let me bob back and forth at my own pace. When he finished that beautiful cock overflowed the most copious load. I think sports must bring it out in men. His spermy taste was still on my tongue when he said the coach would be looking for him. It must be love for him to risk getting in trouble just to spend a few precious moments with me.

We have secret signals we send to each other when we pass in the hall. I'll touch my lip as if to say, "Remember when you were here? Let's do it again." He gives a short nod with his head. One time he cupped his package to let me know how much he likes me.

I have other friends too. I hang out with some of the theatre people and a couple art chicks. One of them is a lesbian and everyone knows it. The other is Denise. Denise is my best friend besides Derek. She and I spend all our time together. She wears black and mesh and silver jewelry. I'm into the blend-into-the-background look which consists of a T-shirt and jeans.

Denise is one of those people who hangs all over her friends. She's always hugging and touching and clinging. People have joked that me, she, and the lesbian, Lisa, are a throuple. But we're not.

We were finishing ice cream cones at the local shop when Derek showed up in his muscle car: a 1972 442. He knows so much about cars. I snuck around to the back so he could give me a ride in his car. We went so fast it was exhilarating! I mentioned how I needed to be back in a hurry so as not to ditch Denise.

I knew we wouldn't be able to kiss while driving but then I thought of something we could do. When I rubbed his crotch he spread his legs for me with such a welcoming gesture. Speeding down the road we fished his dick out through his fly and I showed him my love. When the car hit bumps in the road his cock would get hammered up into my mouth erotically. I wished he would hit every pothole and speedbump in town.

After he filled my mouth with youthful thick cum he was worried about me, "So, Denise is waiting?"

"Yea, I don't want her to get suspicious. But it's been Nirvana."

He dropped me off around back by the dumpsters, "Derek, King Kong is playing at the drive-in two towns over. Wanna go?"

"Yea, I'll be your King Kong!" He grinned so devilishly as he said it that my heart gave a jump.

I met up with Denise and the lesbo and they never suspected that I didn't just have a long visit to the bathroom. The two of them were in one car and I was in another so we had to split up to go home. I would have hung out longer as I was on such a high after being with Derek. But Lisa dragged Denise away.

Then I had to go to the bathroom for real. Inside, someone showed me his dick under the stall. Any other time I would have sucked it but I wanted to be true to Derek.

There were posters all over the halls for the Sadie Hawkin's Dance. I fantasized about being a girl and asking Derek to go with me publicly. But that was silly.

The next day he and I were doing "homework" in his room when he mentioned it, "If a girl asks you to the dance are you going to accept?"

"Somehow, I don't think girls are attracted to me. How about you?"

"Tracy Crawford has been hinting that the girl that sits behind me in Chem class wants to ask me. It would be rude to reject her. Even if she is just a big titted slut."

"Yea. Rude. If some girl does ask me I'll accept so we can both be there."

"That would be cool, Bry. Who knows?" He cupped his crotch again to tell me we could have a rendezvous at the dance.

His cock was straining at his pants trying to escape. "Wow, Derek, your King Kong can't wait to rampage. Pick me up tomorrow for the movie?"

"King Kong wouldn't miss it!"

Then he got this weird look on his face, "Brian, how quiet can you be? You know, when you do that thing you do?"

I got butterflies in my stomach. I whispered, "Very quiet. You're the one who has to be careful. No groaning."

"Come with me. I want to show you the Empire State Building." He walked in front and I followed. Then we crept into his closet, shutting the door behind us. It gave new meaning to the term 'closeted'.

I hugged his hard body close to mine then started quietly kissing his neck and making my way South. I wanted the first time we made love in his parents house to be special. I kissed his chest, unbuttoning his shirt so I could tease his nipples for the first time ever. Then I brushed my lips along the furry trail that led from his naval to my prize.

I had to crouch on my heels with my back against the wall since there was so much clutter on the floor in our romantic hideaway. Excruciatingly slowly I pulled his zipper down so as not to make any noise at all. Pulling down the band on his underwear I let my lips press wetly to his newly revealed skin. I lingered since this was the first time where we weren't in a rush.

Shimmying his underwear and jeans part way down his thighs a half hard cock flopped out hitting my face in the pitch dark closet. The darkness intensified the aromas.

Taking my time, I held Kong in my hands, delighting in the feel as it expanded warmly for me. The closet was small so there was only room for his burgeoning cock to jut out next to my face rather than in front of me. I caressed it with my cheek and he moaned softly.

Freezing up, I warned him, "Be quiet. You want someone to hear?"

"Right."

I tried to back up to angle the love tool into my mouth but the wall behind my head stopped me. So I bent it and pushed it into my waiting orifice. The cramped position gave me a naughty idea: I placed his hands on my face with the hope that he would get the hint to control me. Then with my hands on his hips and buttocks I pulled him into me.

The unseen head and an unknown number of inches invaded my surrendered face. When I thought it was as deep as it had ever been I pulled more, inciting Derek to fuck me slowly.

He let me pull him deeply into me and when we hit a block I used my fingertips to urge him to withdraw. Back and forth I encouraged him to move his hips for a change instead of me bobbing.

He got the idea in no time and I was able to let my hands fall into my lap for a hands free face fuck. He held my head and rocked into me while I freed my own straining dick.

Is there any better feeling than being trapped between a hard wall and a hard cock? I pulled on my dick in leisurely strokes timing my rhythm to the slow pace at which Derek made love to my pussy-mouth.

I was his first gay love and he was just learning that he was permitted to throat me. But he did learn the lesson. Soon enough my lover was crushing my lips with his wiry pubes which covered his lower area. He had the cutest technique where he would push it down my throat then give it a little circular wiggle before pulling all the way back.

When only the tip touched my lips I would suck in a great breath of air to prepare myself for the next round. In and out we went, pulling and breathing, thrusting and choking. It was marvelous.

When his hands clutched my face in a vice-like grip I knew he was close to giving me his happy feelings. He plowed through my tunnel slowly and in silence until he couldn't control himself any longer. Fast, but still inaudibly, he fucked me with gusto. I did my best to match his speed with my masturbation.

Derek clawed at my neck, giving me every inch of his love and every ounce of it too. I spewed into my palm with a simultaneous orgasm as only lovers can do. I was so careful and considerate making sure not to get any on any of the things in our special closet.

Cautiously we snuck out of the closet, me with aching knees from crouching, and Derek with a very satisfied look on his face that I knew I could take credit for. I was falling in love.

Going home I got a treat as Derek loaned me one of his shirts. Mine had spit and cockdrool all over it. I cherished that shirt of his, knowing I would sleep in it every night.

The next day I waited on the corner for Derek to pick me up. Denise happened to drive by while I was standing there and she stopped to talk. "What are you doing, Bryan?"

"Oh, just getting some fresh air."

"And after that?"

"I'll probably just read."

"Great! Hop in. We can go see a movie."

Just then I saw Derek's car creeping around the corner in the distance. He sped off and, really, there was no way for me to get out of it with Denise anyway.

She and I drove to the place where Derek and I were supposed to have our date. I wasn't complaining, Denise was great company. In some ways better than Derek.

We talked and laughed and had a fantastic time eating chocolate covered raisins while watching Kong being so gentle with Ann Darrow. A pang of regret hit me, why didn't Derek treat me as well? Even a gorilla could do it. Men!

It was cold in her car so we had to snuggle for warmth, nothing else. Platonic friends could do that. And she was a touchy person anyway. We shared a milkshake and were amused by the same directorial faults in the film.

I don't know when it happened but at some point I discovered that her hand had accidentally fallen in my lap. Worse yet, without my knowledge, my dick had responded and was jerking any time she shifted or stirred. I was mortified that I was assaulting my friend with my raging hard-on.

But the next thing I knew she was kneading and massaging my horny rod and I didn't have the courage to stop her. Was it my fault? Had my dick provoked her? Then it dawned on me that it was her provoking me.

How could I tell her I was gay? Petrified, I let her do what she wanted. When her hands took my cock out of my pants I squirmed trying to resist.

She just sushed me, "Go with it, Bryan. I won't bite. Well, I might if you like that." In an instant her surprisingly soft luscious lips surrounded my enthusiastic cock. I'd never had a girl's lips on my dick before. And they felt better than any man's had. How could I be enjoying a woman's touch? My brain screamed, 'You're not straight. Get out of there.'

Denise stopped just for a second, "I've liked you for a long time, Bryan. And I've dreamt of this moment." Then she was sucking my traitorous cock back into her warm and wet mouth yet again.

My hand came down of its own accord and caressed my friend's hair lovingly as she bounced up and down, bringing me closer to flooding her sexy mouth. Then my other hand was stroking her neck so tenderly as she tried vainly to get my dick into that same neck.

I didn't know I would be turned on by the silky texture of a woman's flesh. Then a thought took over my mind: I wanted to run my hand up and down her svelte back. I reached under her shirt and felt the smooth skin of her shoulders. I trailed down delighting in the hairlessness I found. Her waist grew thin in a way no man's did.

At that point another bizarre thought popped into my head: 'what did her boobs feel like?' The thought wasn't 'What did A boob feel like?' I wanted to feel Denise's breast. I wanted to touch and cup HER tit. I wanted to stimulate her nipple and see if I would be able to bring her pleasure.

So I ran my hand around her explicitly slim body, reaching for a mysterious hefty globular bag of female flesh. It was strange the way it lay in my palm. Denise turned her torso giving me further access. And there it was! A big rubbery nipple was between two of my fingers. I gave it a little pinch and it responded, growing a quarter inch bigger like a tiny erection. How fascinating.

Denise wasn't bobbing anymore, but rather was just nursing my cockhead like she could lay there on me with it in her amorous mouth all night. She seemed to have no sense of a climactic goal but was merely relishing in the process.

I wondered about something else too. Moving my hand down to her midsection I felt nervous to continue. Human skin had never felt so soft. Her stomach was an airy cloud of soothing pillowy peace.

But her amazing tummy wasn't what I wanted to know. I reached further and Denise unbuttoned her pants for me. The downy pubic hair there was also uniquely female, but that wasn't my goal either.

She spread her legs wide, turning slightly onto her back. Her head still rested on my stomach and she still tongued my cock occasionally, even while succumbing to my touch below her beltline.

Amidst the dewey forest, succulent netherlips wobbled between my fiddling fingers. There seemed to be several parts to the womanly bits down there. None of the thick floppy skin grew hard or erect, it just jiggled as I played with the flap.

I knew there would be a hole somewhere so I explored some more. First I discovered a second lip that matched the first one. Then she grabbed my wrist and pushed my finger into a chiffon groove. I slid up and down that rut a few times until she led me to another one. Having thoroughly rubbed my fingers into those two mystic channels she moved me yet again. This time it was a slicker slit. Unlike the other two I could predict where this one would lead.

I let my fingers slide all over, then pressed to see if I could poke her entrance. My finger plunged in easily and I was knuckle deep before I knew it. I never knew before how truly magical a pussy was.

I fucked her gash much like I would finger an arsehole and she liked it better than any arse I'd ever plugged. It was just a minute or two of diddling when she humped my hand then slumped back against my body. And that was all there was to her orgasm. It seemed to come easy to her, not at all as elusive and difficult as I'd heard the female orgasm was supposed to be. I guess that fact I knew about women wasn't true.

There had been no squirt to mark the moment, but her face shifted a million times through every permutation of ecstasy so I knew it had happened as surely as if she had jetted a gallon of white spew.

Meanwhile this whole time she'd kept her tongue languidly swirling on my knob. Darting out to tease my cockhead then drawing my precum back into her being. When she came she didn't stop either like so many of my previous partners.

The emotional connection I felt was better than any throat thrashing I'd ever been the recipient of.

With her holding my fingers tightly to her gash and not letting me go for a second, her swirling tongue and every other new sensation brought me off. I watched transfixed as I shot a number of ropey streams a half inch into her mouth which she held open to receive.

I never thought a woman could provide me with any pleasure and here she had surpassed my wildest dreams.

She sat up, wiping her lips in a satisfied flourish with the back of her hand. Knowing that women don't like cum I offered her the empty milkshake cup for her to spit into. She looked at me quizzically so I explained, "To spit."

"Why would I do that?"

"You like the taste?"

"Not particularly, actually no. But I just want to be close to you and swallowing made that happen for me."

My hand was now returned to me and was assuredly coated in womanly juices. Fearfully, I held it to my nose and contrary to another truth I thought I knew, it didn't smell like dead fish. She looked amused, "What'ya thinking?"

I stared closely at my fingers, "Um, it's sublime." I felt so confused, "miraculous even." I sniffed again, "potentious, enthralling, enlightening."

She tilted her head to the side laughing. She said it as a half statement, half question, "You've never done that before?"

I never thought to pretend, "It's all a first for me."

I was still staring at my fingers and contemplating that a lot of straight guys literally lick pussies. I wiped one finger on my tongue as she watched, "I think I wanna try the real thing next time."

"So you want there to be a next time?"

I want there to be a thousand next times. Is that how it works?"

She cuddled up under my arm and I felt so hetero putting my arm around her. "It works however we want it to. Let's start with the dance next weekend."

I was really looking forward to the dance now, but I no longer wanted a rendezvous while there.