When I was a Junior in Highschool, I had a friend in band with me named Jason. He and I played trombone together and he was the section lead that year, cause he was the only senior we had. Living where we did, Band actually was a big deal, if only because football was such a bigger one. We took our marching seriously, and started working on it as soon as we were allowed. That’s a lot of hot summers, marching on blacktop for hours at a time.
When we started that year, Jason and I got together and made a decision. Unlike the other sections of our band, we’d make sure the freshmen players never had to walk back to the band hall after field practice. It made us pretty popular with the underclassmen. It also made me feel pretty good, like I had a part in making the band better for at least a few people.
I had been, for the previous two years, pretty uptight and straight laced. Over the summer before my junior year, I realized that I was making myself too tense, and that I needed to loosen up and relax. Enjoy what I had and relax. Oddly enough when I stopped trying so hard, that was when my directors started to pay more attention and I got promoted up to the next level in band, and Jason and I had class together.
In all that time, I’d never really looked at another guy with any sort of sexual attraction and disregarding one or two small moments of young, adolescent gropings that were more about being horny than being attracted to anyone, I only ever thought of myself as straight.
I figured it was the same with Jason. He never had a girlfriend, but people could be like that in high school. He was tall, a little over six feet, with dark hair and eyes, and between marching and playing soccer, he was fit. Not a muscled out jock, but slim and strong. Not that I had ever thought about it. As for me…well, I’d love to say I was all sorts of sexy, but I’ll be honest, just shy of six feet, I was stocky, about a hundred and ninety pounds, dark eyes, and brown hair that I could never do anything with that was fashionable.
It was a Friday night, after the game and before our big marching contest that weekend, that a lot of this changed for me. We were at the band hall, putting our uniforms away, and polishing our instruments for the next day when Jason looked over at me. “Hey, Drake. You wanna hang out tonight at my place, make sure we don’t miss the bus tomorrow?” He chuckled, like either of us would just blow off the biggest part of the semester for the band.
“Sure, sounds good. I’ll go call my parents and let them know.” A short phone call later, and we were packed up. I left my car at the school overnight, so I could get home the next day, and we drove to Jason’s house in his car.
Now, I hadn’t packed a bag or anything, so all I had to wear was a white tee shirt I had worn under my uniform, and my lucky shorts, a pair of yellow and orange, loud Bermuda shorts that I wore when marching. Jason had always made fun of me when I would show up to the band hall wearing them, but that was what I did.
We grabbed a late pizza, and watched part of a movie he had rented earlier that week. Some low budget horror thing that I don’t remember. After all day at school, and then the game and halftime show, neither of us were going to stay up late enough to watch it.
After eating, we killed the TV and went up to his room. Jason’s parents had renovated the attic into one large room for their son, it stretched the whole length of the house, but really only the center was usable, thanks to the slope of the ceiling. He had a large queen sized bed. “You don’t mind if we share?” he asked.
Not thinking of anything but how tired I was, I shook my head. “Yeah, that’s cool,” I told him and he pointed me to the far side. I sat on the edge of the mattress and pulled off my shirt, folding it to put to the side.
“Hey,” Jason started. “Do you want me to wash that and those god awful shorts so you don’t stink all day tomorrow?” He held out his hand and I nodded, handing over the shirt and then quickly slipping out of my shorts, leaving me in my plain, white, boxer briefs.
“Thanks, man.” I told him.
“These won’t run and ruin my shit, will they?” he asked holding the colorful shorts at arm’s length away from him.
“No, they won’t.” I rolled my eyes. “I wash them after every game.”
He nodded and slipped out and I got under the sheets, ready to go to sleep. A few moments later, he came back and killed the lights, leaving only moonlight from one window to offer any illumination. “My mom will throw them in the dryer when she gets up tomorrow morning,” he said softly as he slipped into the bed with me.
I nodded, which he may or may not have seen. “Night.” he said. I replied the same back and closed my eyes. Soon, I was asleep.
When I wake up from sleep in a strange place, I don’t move at first, letting myself remember where I am and why. Where not when Odd habit, I know, but I’ve been like that my whole life. So when I woke up suddenly in Jason’s bed, I was still, trying to figure out why I was suddenly awake. I heard a rustle of the sheets and then I felt a warm hand slide lightly over my cloth covered cock. Under the sheets but over my boxers. I could hear Jason’s breath and feel how he was facing me on the bed.
As I laid there, not moving, seemingly still asleep, I was freaked out. I was too scared to do anything, so I continued to remain still. That warm hand slid more insistently against the outline of my cock, which was perfectly happy with that, growing harder with every beat of my heart.
He caressed my shaft with his open palm, still only lightly touching me, feeling the steely hardness he had provoked. Tracing the crown and running his finger tips down along my shaft, Jason started to grow bolder, and I was still freaked out. It felt wonderful, and I’ll admit, I hadn’t jacked off in a few nights, so my cock, now with a mind of its own, was loving the attention.
Not sure what I should do, I laid there for what seemed like ages. Should I reach out for his cock? Moan like I wanted to, thrusting up into his hand? He kept slowly stroking me through the cloth, his touch becoming firmer, more demanding, until he pulled away, shifting some on the bed and then reaching back out to spread the fly of my brief and move my cock out.
That was too much for my virgin mind to handle at the point, and I shifted my hips, like I had just felt the movement. Jason caught his breath and his hand moved back. After a few moments, I rolled over on the bed, laying on my stomach. My cock was trapped under me and all I wanted was to hump the bed for friction. I was burning up with need, but just scared so I laid there, figuring Jason would go to sleep now that he couldn’t reach my shaft anymore.
A few moments passed, maybe ten minutes, but I couldn’t tell in the dark of the room, and then I felt Jason shift on the bed again, and gently his hand slid over the back of my leg, moving up to lightly glide over my ass. Now that was something I had never felt, and as he slowly, gently, explored my curves I wanted more.
I was so confused. I had never thought about two guys having sex, and porn was much harder to come by, especially gay porn that I hadn’t even seen it. All I knew right now was that it felt good to be touched so intimately, and my body didn’t seem to care who was doing the touching.
With his continued, delicate touch, Jason moved his hand under my briefs, sliding up the leg to repeat his caresses on my skin. Laying there, I shifted my legs slightly, feeling his hand pull away, only to return just moments later. He kept his touch light, but it was electric as he slowly dragged a finger through the now spread cheeks of my backside, pausing to circle my bud for a moment.
I almost lost it, that felt so good to me, but now, instead of being scared of what he was doing to me, I was afraid that he would stop. His hand slid lower, sliding over the space between my ass and my balls, before he gently cupped them in his warm hand. These touches were too much for me and without any warning, I rolled back over to my back. Jason pulled back in a hurry. As I moved, I pulled the covers down with my arm, still acting like I was asleep. My cock stood as proudly as it ever has, hard and pulsing with the beat of my heart, the tip gleaming with the pre cum that was starting to leak from me.
It only took a few moments for Jason to reach back over and wrap his hand around that pulsing shaft. He held me like that, feeling my pulse for a few seconds, before his thumb slid over the crown of my cock, sliding through the slick fluid that was pooling up there. His hand left me for a moment, and I cracked my eyes for the first time since this all started.
There was Jason, laying on top of the covers, close to me, one arm keeping him perched up as he slowly licked my pre off his thumb and smiled. With that, he reached back to my cock and slowly started to stroke it, licking his lips as he did, watching my glistening shaft in the dim moonlight.
That was when I knew I had to do something. Without warning, I reached over, sliding my hand around his, and holding him on to my manhood as li looked over at him, obviously awake now. We looked at each other and didn’t say anything, but I let go of his hand and gently nodded. Now, with my permission, and a wicked grin on his face, Jason started to stroke me again, still slowly, but firmly now. I moaned at this and relaxed back into the bed. I was in his hands now.
He stroked my cock for a few more moments, milking more of my pre from me before he leaned over and ran his tongue through it, which almost made me cum. I gasped and he pulled back, letting go of my cock and sitting up more in the bed.
“Take off your underwear,” he whispered, lightly snapping the elastic at the waist. I nodded and hooked my thumbs there, my hesitations melting away in a mix of teenage hormones and a need to surrender to the moment. I dropped them off the side of the bed and looked at him, wondering what was next.
Jason laid back onto his pillows and did likewise, stripping out of his underwear to lay next to me naked. I knew then that this wasn’t a one way street, and at least for now, I was okay with that. Still smiling, Jason reached out and gently pulled my hand to his cock.
Now, I’m an average sized guy, quite happy with my six inches, and by then I had only ever seen the cocks of pornstars, which always seemed somehow unreal to me. Jason was, to say the least, packing. As I wrapped my hand around his shaft, feeling that same warmth that I did when I was jacking off, It was quickly apparent that he was larger than me. I could have easily used both hands to stroke him, but for now I didn’t.
Slowly, I caressed his cock, feeling the gentle hardness and his pulse beating in it, while I traced the lines of it with my fingers. There wasn’t a lot of fumbling, as I knew how I liked to be handled and figured most guys would enjoy the same. My hand glided down his tower to his balls, heavy and waiting. As I caressed them, Jason moaned, which caused me to smile, excited that he was enjoying this.
Looking up at him, finally managing to tear my eyes away from his shaft, I felt Jason’s hand on the back of my head and he pulled me closer, leaning in until we were kissing. Our lips touched, mine were dry, while I caught him licking his own right before we touched. We kissed, closed lipped, for a few seconds before I felt his tongue lick along mine. Without any argument, I opened my mouth, unused to kissing anyone like this. His tongue invaded my mouth, sliding along my tongue, exploring and teasing me before I started to clumsily imitate him, entwining our tongues together. He wouldn’t let me invade him in return, keeping me on the defensive as we kissed.
With a nudge of his hip, I realized I had stopped stroking him while we kissed, and my hand started to move again. He moaned into my mouth and kissed more demandingly.
I could feel Jason’s excitement as he started to leak precum as well, my finger’s growing slicker as I dragged them over the crown of his cock. He broke the kiss and looked at me, reaching out to stop my hand. Pulling it up between us, Jason locked eyes with me and licked along one of my fingers, sucking his own spunk off of it before he picked another, this one with more of the slick fluid on it, and pressed it against my lips. Slowly, I opened my mouth and it slid inside, letting me taste someone else’s cum for the first time.
It was odd, slightly salty, musky, and a little sweet. Not too much different from my own, which I will admit to having tried once or twice out of curiosity. I wouldn’t have thought I could have gotten any more aroused that night, but that taste was amazing to me. I was fully in the moment, and Jason knew it. He let go of my hand, vaguely guiding it back to his cock again.
He let me stroke him for a bit longer, playing with my hair as I did. Finally he stopped me again and I looked down at him again, looking at his large, beautiful cock, the crown of it shining with his pre. Glancing at him, I leaned down and, just like he had done to me, I ran my tongue around and over it, feeling the resilient texture of it and gathering up everything he offered me.
“Ahhh, Drake,” he moaned, his hand tight on my arm, and I knew I wanted to make him sound like that some more. “Please,” he whispered in the dark. “Suck my cock.”
I can say, up until that moment, I had never given the thought of sucking a man’s cock any real thought. I also knew that, at least for right now, I was going to try anything. I was completely at the mercy of the moment, so I leaned back down and kissed the head of his shaft, running my tongue over almost like when I had been fencing with his tongue before.
Gripping the base of him, I started licking along his shaft, pressing it against his stomach as I did, teasing around the crown with my tongue, tracing his cumvein with the flat of my tongue. He tasted wonderful to me. It was as if some part of my mind had just shut off any guilt or doubt I might have had to allow me just to enjoy what might be a once in a lifetime moment. I even dipped down to lick at his balls, feeling how full they felt to me. He groaned louder as I did that, causing me to continue to tease them wetly.
Finally, I could tell he was growing more desperate, his legs shifting under my naïve explorations, and I moved back to his cock, letting it stand proudly before me. Licking my lips, I slowly started to take him into my mouth, careful to cover my teeth so I didn’t graze his sensitive flesh. Immediately, I realized that I was not going to be able to go very deep down his shaft. It felt bigger in my mouth that it had looked, so while I continued to try to fit as much as I could without gagging, my tongue continued to slide along him wetly.
Jason moaned his approval and I felt his hand come to rest on my head, lightning gripping my hair. For a moment, I almost panicked, afraid he might just force me down on him like I had seen happen in the few pornos I had seen. He didn’t, but he did slowly guide me into bobbing my head up and down his cock, letting me find the pattern he liked. While doing that, I started to stroke his shaft, what I couldn’t fit in my mouth, doing my best to mimic what I had seen. I almost wished I had paid more attention to what the girl in those movies had been doing. Whatever I was doing, Jason seemed to like it, and every time he moaned, I was enthralled. It felt like I could do this all night.
“Drake,” he hissed. “I’m…close. I’m gonna cum.” It was a warning and it shook me out of my cocksucking bliss. I suddenly had to make a decision, and I wasn’t sure I wanted him to cum in my mouth. I gargled a response around his shaft; I just wanted to keep sucking that shaft, not have him cum. I felt him tense, his balls tense up tightly and at the last moment I pulled back, still stroking his cock as he started to cum.
It was surprising how much he came, and how hard, with it arching in the air, straight up to fall back on his cock and stomach, pearly white in the moonlight. Some of it hit my face, and was searingly hot, as it slid down my cheek. Jason had let go of my hair when he warned me, so he made no effort to keep me on his spouting shaft while he arched under my hands. I was smiling as he finished, happy I could make my friend react like that. When he finally shooed my hands away as he started to get too sensitive, I laid back down beside him, looking at the dazed expression on his face.
“Damn…That was really good, Drake,” he finally managed. I laid there grinning like an idiot, mind still awash with raging hormones and teenaged horniess. There was something else there, just the beginnings of it. I enjoyed his gentle manhandling, the invasive kiss, his soft hand on my head. Something inside me liked that, wanted that, craved that. So when he rolled over and kissed me again, I opened up my mouth and let him all over again.
We kissed for a while, laying side by side, hands slowly exploring each other’s chest and side. Jason caught one of my nipples and gave it a pinch, drawing a gasp from me. I could feel him smile as he suddenly pushed forward, rolling me back into the bed on my back, while he moved to be on top, kissing me all the while. I could feel his cock, still hard, roll against mine. The heat of them mixed as he grinded down on top of me.
More than anything else that night, from waking up to being fondled, to sucking cock for the first time, had made me feel more vulnerable than being pressed back into the bed while we made out. I had done this with the girl I had gone out with when I was younger, every time I was on top, but now, I could feel the weight of him, the strength it took him not to just smother me with his size. Suddenly the invading kiss felt more personal and intimate, and even his slowly grinding hips made me feel like I was being controlled.
I loved it.
My nerves were on fire, and I was in a fog of desire and need. Laying under Jason, arching my hips to rub more and more against him, feeling the shape of his cock, wet and sticky with his cum, slide on mine was bliss. He continued to kiss me, drinking down the moans I was making, as he reached down and wrapped his hand around our cocks.
Stroking me, well, stroking us, Jason’s hand was that last little bit of friction that I needed. I grabbed his arms and broke our kiss as I pulled back into the bed, eyes screwed shut, mouth open in a soundless cry. Heat erupted from me, cumming as hard as I ever had, making a mess of my stomach, Jason’s hand, and his cock.
Finally, I collapsed and my body went limp, except for my dripping cock. Jason smiled and rolled off me, grabbing a towel from his bedside to clean us up. He tended to himself first, while I laid there catching my breath. Turning his attention to me, he wiped up my stomach and then took my shaft in hand. It was slowly starting to relax and Jason leaned over to gently lick at my crown, cleaning up my cum from it before he wiped it clean with the towel. I jumped at the unexpected, warm touch.
“Okay,” he whispered, letting go of my cock which was trying to figure out if it should sleep or stand at attention again. “Time for sleep. We have competition tomorrow.” I nodded, and as he laid back on his side of the bed, I closed my eyes, actually able to sleep.
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