Chestnut Falls
1953
It was a Friday morning and already I was on my knees blowing Jordan Powers in the hallway of Madison High School. The final bell for third period had just rung so the hallway was empty, and with the students and teachers busy with the morning's lesson, Jordan and I took advantage of the situation and unleashed our primal urges.
Jordan moaned quietly as I bobbed on his knob. He had dropped his books on the ground beside me, lost in the pleasure my mouth provided. I moaned with satisfaction as I sucked, the gratification I received from giving head washing over me. I looked up at him; his head was back against the wall, his eyes closed in deep relaxation.
He was so dreamy. And the Madison letterman's jacket he earned from the wresting team didn't detract from his dominant stature and attractive physique, either. Everything about him was alluring and sexually arousing; from his muscular thighs, to the strong, powerful hands at his sides, to the impressive chest that heaved above me, he was a beautiful young man who's dick I was happy to suck.
He placed a hand on the top of my head and grabbed my hair, guiding me back and forth with lustful aggression. His dick tasted so good I slurped as my tongue caressed the underside of his shaft. I wanted to pull his pants down and lick his balls until they were soaked with spit, but who knew if Principal Pullman or any other faculty member would come wandering down the hallway; it was best for Jordan to keep his pants up in case we needed to make a quick getaway. Regardless, much to my satisfaction, Jordan's impressive throbber snaked from the fly of his trousers and nestled comfortably in the crook of my hand and into the warm cavern of my hungry mouth.
I loved sucking cock first thing in the morning. Actually, to be perfectly honest, I loved sucking cock any time of the day. It was my latest obsession. Ever since my eighteenth birthday I've had the most incredible oral fixation.
It had been a Saturday night and a few of my buddies had come over to my parent's house to hang out in the den, a sort of low-key birthday celebration. Evan, one of my buddies, had a great idea to invite over Karen Myrtle, Becky-Ann Butterfield, and Casey Grainger in hopes to get a real party going. The girls showed up and we had a swell time; my mom had ordered a case of soda pop and a couple bags of popping corn, we borrowed my sister's record player and had some records going, but just as my buddies and I started to get the girls worked up, they all got silly and left. So there we were, Evan, Trevor, Jacob and I, all worked up into a sexual frenzy with no girls to help us out.
But it was Jacob who reminded us that we didn't need any girls to have good time and finish the job. And before we even knew what was happening, Jacob dropped to his knees, fished out Evan's weiner and was sucking on it like a champ. Trevor and I stood there, our mouths agape, our boners hardening like ramrods, watching Evan moan in ecstasy as Jacob worked Evan's johnson with his mouth.
As I felt Trevor's hand touch my stiffening appendage, I noticed that, unconsciously, I had placed my hand on Trevor. It wasn't long before Trevor was on his knees blowing me. And, boy, was it great! I didn't last long before I was busting my nuts into Trevor's mouth, but Trevor saddled forth, sucking me, and taking my load like a true pal. And when I'd reached empty, he gave me a wink and I watched him swallow my batch.
I was ecstatic, and right away I was down on Trevor's cock, experiencing my first taste of dick and reveling in the flavor. Everything about it was euphoric: the taste, the exotic aroma, the pleasing shape, the way it fit perfectly into my mouth. I made love to Trevor's dick, and Evan and Jacob could tell that I was, indeed, a natural born cocksucker. They made their way over to me and, much to my merriment, I found myself surrounded by their throbbing beef poles. I'll tell you, nothing gets a party going like three dicks at one time. I serviced all three of them simultaneously, stroking them, sucking them, loving them. And when the big finish arrived, each one of them showered me with their seed, which I greedily devoured.
And from then on my oral fixation was insatiable. I was blowing the guys at school morning, noon, and night. On average, I'd say I was going down on four, maybe five, guys a week initially. But my personal record was the day of the big track-and-field event where I sucked off Matt Davis, Joe Johnson, and Dirk Matthews all in the same day.
However, as such things go, things started catching up with me. I was beginning to want more. Of course, my heart still fluttered when I'd pull out the trouser snake of my latest conquest, and I'd feel the calm when it rested on my tongue and entered my mouth, but soon I found myself not quite fully satisfied as I swallowed the load I'd work up. Even when the guy would kiss my cheek after, or look at me with the twinkling eyes they'd get when I'd done good, I was still not fully satiated. Not anymore.
But that Friday morning I was determined to change all that.
I sucked Jordan's yogurt slinger with devout resolution, concentrating on providing powerful suction to his cockhead while my hand stroked him in earnest. His hand moved to the back of my head and, forcefully, he thrust his flesh cannon in deeper, my face buried in his groin. His dick swelled inside my mouth and I felt the warm goo ejaculate from his dick and baste my tongue. It was salty and savory, my favorite second breakfast. He hunched over me, his flesh pole buried in my face, as his dick milk overflowed into my mouth.
I swallowed his load enthusiastically and looked up at him. His head was back against the wall, his eyes closed, his breathing heavy.
I gave his dick another suck, pulling out the last of his swimmers, and cleaning off his softening tool. He whimpered and then looked down at me, smiling.
"Thank you," he said, grabbing his dick and putting it back inside his pants. "I needed that."
I smiled back at him. "No problem. Anything for the wrestling team."
He laughed. "I gotta get to class; Miss Brookstone is sure to give me detention for being tardy again." He gathered his books from the floor. "You're going to Mr. Cooper's biology class, right? Want me to walk you there?"
Nothing is more endearing than a guy making a sweet gesture while his taste lingers on your tongue. I smiled but shook my head. "No thanks, I can manage."
"Alright," Jordan replied. "See you later, Holden."
"See you later," I said.
Jordan turned and walked down the hallway to his class, his latest victory in virile sexuality apparent in his stride. I gathered my books and stood up. The taste of Jordan, ever present in my mouth, was pleasant and I liked it. But, as was becoming too common, it wasn't everything it had once been.
But all that would change soon enough.
***
I'd been walking home from school that afternoon with Evan, Trevor and Jacob. We'd made plans to meet up at Hadley's Burger Palace later that night in hopes to meet up with some girls from school and maybe catch the drive-in movie. The girls at Madison liked the drive-in, and there was a good chance they'd be up for some fun in the dark of Evan's car while the movie played. And we agreed, if the girls didn't go for it, well, the three of us could play with one another in Jacob's room.
My buddies and I went our separate ways as we walked through the neighborhood. I was nearly home when I was forced to stopped in awe. There, outside perched on a ladder, painting the awning of his front porch, was Mr. Rhodes. The street's newest neighbor, he and his wife were newlyweds and had just moved to Chestnut Falls not more than three months ago. And, boy, was he handsome.
