***AUTHOR'S NOTE*** Continuing with my objective of good character development and story writing, this story builds to a climax. All characters are 18 and over. This story leans heavily into several fetishes. Have an open mind. :)
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His cock was hard and throbbing. It stood there in front of my face, tall and thick, the veins bulging, and the large, wrinkled sac that carried his hefty testicles was tightening in anticipation. Campbell and I had just turned eighteen over the last few months, we are graduating seniors in our high school.
He had a first name, though I don't know what it is. He's a jock whose life is centered around the Football team, as such everyone calls him by his last name.
He pointed to the oversized zip-up sweater I wore, "It's like a hundred degrees in here, you can take off your hoodie."
I shook my head slowly.
"Whatever," he dismissed, then pointed to his cock the way you might call a dog to sit.
I wrap my lips around his shaft, barely able to open my jaws wide enough to accept his dick. My wet lips and warm mouth glide down the length of it to the base. His light brown pubes tickled my nose and upper lip, but I loved the natural musk of his manhood and the sensation of his masculine pubes brushing against my face.
He shivered with pleasure. "Oh...god..." His eyes closed.
I start bobbing my head, using my tongue to stimulate the frenulum of his cock. The slippery head of his shaft was stroking my upper palate with each oscillation. The idea that this dick, this hard cock, would otherwise be used to breed women...was now mine to play with and pleasure...it drove me wild. I could feel the pre-cum oozing out of my own cock, safely tucked away in my briefs and pants.
This was only my second time sucking off Campbell. The first time was a happy accident, you could say. Just two weeks ago, I was using the urinal at school, he walked up next to me. I'm the only openly gay person in my town and I was proudly out, so naturally, everyone knew my face. Campbell recognized me, he shifted his stream to piss on my shoe and when I called him out, he pushed me to the floor and called me a 'fag'. Turning toward me to reveal his cock still dripping with a few pearls of urine, he added, "you like sucking cock?" He thought he had humiliated me...but something in me changed at that moment...I'd never had any kind of homosexual experience before. I'd never seen another cock right in front of me before now. Yet there it was, dripping with piss...and I wanted it. I remember my heart pounding as I simply responded to him by silently opening my mouth and looking into his eyes. He was so confused! Ha ha. I just sat there on that dirty floor with my mouth wide open, not saying anything. After what seemed like an eternity; him standing there with his cock still exposed, he finally stepped closer to me and inserted that dick in my mouth. I'd never sucked cock before, so I was a bit clumsy but dear lord, I enjoyed it! I didn't even mind the taste of his piss. After he came, he quickly zipped himself up, told me not to tell anyone, and then he ran out. I was scared, I thought for sure he'd come after me but as I'd pass him every day at school, he just gave a sheepish nod and moved on.
So, now, what was this handsome, athletic blond-haired demi-god of a boy doing completely naked on his couch with a cocksucker like me slurping his seed at this moment? No chicks. Simple as that. This small eastern town is an industry town, a local factory fabricates metal parts, and there still lingers a coal operation nearby. Our town serves as a whistle-stop for the cargo and coal trains that pass through as they pick up and drop off supplies. Mostly men live here, men of various ages. There are families, but with this economy, many have moved to bigger cities, and any girls that graduate high school move away as well. There is a noticeably high proportion of lonely, desperate men in this town. Teens like Campbell, as handsome as they are, have a hard time scraping up a date. And as you can imagine, things are even worse for me, I'm the only openly gay person in this town, nobody would touch me with a ten-foot pole. They'd more likely beat me to death with one.
Campbell sent me a private message on my page last night, asking if I'd like to hang out at his place and maybe play a few games on his console. Of course, I had considered it was a trap, but that was a risk I was willing to take. I wanted that cock, it was the first cock I'd ever seen and ever tasted, and I wanted more of it. If I had things my way, I'd never give an asshat like Campbell the time of day...what's that old saying? Beggars can't be choosers.
"Oh...FUCK..." Campbell choked out, his whole body tensing up. His thighs grew in size, and he balled his fists as the pleasure caused him to flex his muscles in anticipation.
A fountain of hot cum erupted in my mouth, the salty goo coated my tongue, and I was in heaven, if only at that moment. I did this...I made this machismo bully bust his nut. And one look on his overwhelmed face said it all; he'll be wanting more servicing in the future. I wasn't going to end up like those small-town gay guys left beaten and bloody in a nearby creek. No, I was far too valuable to him, in this town with little choice and little opportunity.
I sat beside him, admiring the light golden skin on his heaving chest and softening abs; watching his cock shrink. I reached into the large pockets of my hoodie and brought out my phone, texting Miguel.
Campbell's cobalt blue eyes scanned me. "Why do you always wear that damn hoodie?"
I shot him an icy glare, "Cause I feel comfortable in it, is that okay with you?"
He put up his hands in a sarcastic surrendering pose and then rolled his eyes. He stood up and grabbed a towel from the couch, using it to dry off his face and chest from the dewy sweat. "You can come back here on Saturday. I'd say sooner but we have to work around my Dad's work schedule, this is his 'man cave' and the only place in the house where sound doesn't travel, when he's home he spends all his time in here."
I nodded while simultaneously responding to Miguel's messages.
"You're not gonna tell anyone, are you?" His eyes were on the phone and then met mine.
I shook my head, "I'd have to have a death wish. You know what this town is like, I'm lucky you didn't murder me."
"I wouldn't do that. Whatever I'd do, you'd live to feel it."
I didn't know if that was some kind of dark joke, but I pursed my lips and nodded once.
He looked around, "You don't expect me to drive you home, do you?"
I sighed, slightly annoyed, and explained, "No, my friend Miguel is picking me up. Don't worry, he doesn't know what we've been up to."
Campbell chuckled, "I'm not worried about Miguel. That retard has no friends to blab to anyway."
I thrust the phone down beside me, "Don't call him that, NEVER call him that! If you want me to suck you off again, you'll never say that about him, get it?"
"Jesus...it's just a joke. Didn't know you were so sensitive about your little boyfriend."
I picked the phone back up and lightly tapped out another response, muttering, "He's not my boyfriend."
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An old, beat-up Ford truck pulled up to the curb, it's dulled and worn red paint was wet with the late afternoon thunderstorm and hadn't fully dried off in the summer humidity. Even the pavement created a wet slushy sound as the tires rolled over it. Miguel reached over the passenger seat and pulled the passenger handle to open the door for me, a gesture I never expected from him, but one he always obliged. Miguel smiled a little devilish grin, "Your chauffeur is here!"
I got in and buckled my seatbelt, "I'm sorry to make you do this Miguel, but I didn't have anyone else."
He gave a dismissing wave and leaned into a turn as he rotated the steering wheel. He always had a hint of a little smile on his face...as though nothing ever bothered him.
Miguel was my best friend -my only friend. And I, his. He is high-functioning autistic, and it's noticeable in his sometimes-immature mannerisms and sense of child-like glee. But he was very much an adult, he paid his own bills, bought his own groceries, and of course, drove his own car. We grew up together, we were neighbors all our lives, and even when my parents went to prison, they entrusted me to the care of Miguel's parents. He's like a brother to me, and we've always looked out for each other. When Miguel and I turned eighteen, his parents finally felt that they could move out of town, but they retained the house for us to share until we finally graduated high school. And that day was only months away.
"Why did you decide to hang out with Campbell?" he asked.
The light mood I was in suddenly began to sink. "Sometimes I do things even I don't understand."
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At home, we both got settled in. I welcomed the privacy of the shower and the opportunity to stroke my cock to the thought of the dick I sucked earlier. I am uncircumcised, a rarity in the U.S., and that also made me feel reluctant to ever show my cock to another guy, if ever I found one. But I loved how sensitive my cock felt while I stroked it, and even though I could feel a slight tingling in my nipples whenever I felt aroused, I tried to ignore it. Cum spurted out of my cock and onto the floor of the shower, being washed down the drain. There was some residual semen on my finger, and I lifted it to my mouth...timidly parting my lips and sucking on the goo. Not salty...not like Campbell's. If anything, it was slightly sweet.
Afterwards, I admired myself in the steamy mirror, my petite stature and twinkish body. Here I was, a recently designated adult, but still retaining my youthful body. But there was one body feature that I hated more than my foreskin, something much more obvious than that; I constantly tried to ignore it and pretend it didn't exist. I couldn't stand to see myself in the mirror anymore, I got dressed and left the bathroom.
Miguel was watching TV and I sat with him, eating a microwavable burrito. I couldn't take my mind off of the hefty cock I sucked earlier that night. I thought all about the texture of Campbell's scrotum, the scent of his pubes, and the way they tickled my nose when I swallowed his meat to the base. And the taste of his salty cum. All the while, a pervasive thought kept rising to the surface: the disdain I felt for that judgmental lowlife, and the disgust I felt towards myself for sucking him off. I was gross, I was a spineless thing to let that guy bully Miguel and me through high school, only to worship his cock tonight. A desperate thing I was, and I hated myself for it.
"Is something wrong, Aaron?" Miguel inquired softly.
I shook my head and fought back tears, blinking vigorously and hoping he didn't notice.
