The state of Washington lawfully permits sexual consent of those at the age of, or older than, 16 years of age. Therefore, this story is of legal sexual conduct and as such should be recognized as being of the law. If you have any issues with stories involving the sexual actions of individuals who are of the age of 16, do not read any further.

CAUTION: This story contains explicit sexual material and should only be read by those who are of legal sexual consent. If you are underage (16 to 18 depending on your location), do not read any further.

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His name was Jake. We shared the same AP Biology class and that was really all we saw of each other. I had seen him a few times outside of class before. Once or twice in the hallways, and the other times in the locker-room naked. He was a Senior as well and was 19 years old. What a fucking sight he was. He was the star Quarterback for the varsity football team of the high school. He was your typical hot, good looking jock. More than that actually. At 6'5" and 213 lbs, he was practically fully grown. Jake had a perfectly sculpted and chiseled body. His bulging muscles were visible through the shirts he wore. He had deep green eyes and a beautiful smile with perfect white teeth. To say he was a hunk is an understatement ; there are no words in the English language to describe Jake. He was always able to get anyone he wanted, and that's exactly what he did. He got any girl he wanted. A bunch of guys had the hots for him too, including me.

I on the other hand am a small person. I only stood at 5'4" and weighed in at 103 lbs, making me less than half Jake's size. I was only a lowly Sophomore, at the age of 16. I had hair that was almost glowing white. The doctors never understood why the color of my hair is so different from everyone. With very deep, blue eyes, my face has been described to me as the face of an angel by a few girls. My build was slight but quite noticeable. I wasn't fat, but very slim. I never worked out because the work I did was yard work and stuff, so I got my fair share of a work-out in a way.

I came home after school and followed through my usual routine. I always started with taking a piss. I always thought of it like a paradox. Everyday, same time. Once I got home, I had to piss. Just like clock work. Then I'd sit down at the kitchen table and do my homework. I was nearly finished when the front door opened. I heard it slam shut moments later. It was my dad. He was always such a great father to me. Then about a year ago, I came out to him that I was gay. I expected him to be gracious and easy going about it considering how amazing of a dad he was. I couldn't have been more wrong. I soon as I told him, he punched me in the gut. It was then I knew I had made a big mistake. Since then, about two or three times a week, I would show up at school with a new bruise. Sometimes I even got a scar.

He came over to the table where I was completing my homework. I could tell he was drunk already. He crushed the empty beer can he was holding and threw it at my head. I winced when it made contact. Not in pain, but in fear. My fear was easily justified.

"I want you and your faggot ass out of this house!" he yelled at me.

I hesitated and he gripped the front of my shirt, dragging me to the front door. Opening the door, he flung me out on the gravel walkway.

"You ever come back here boy, I'll shoot you dead!"

With that he slammed the door shut. I got up, petrified. I had no idea what just happened... what I did wrong. I just stood there, taking in the events that had taken place only seconds before. I didn't know what to do. Or where to go. I was tearing up. I was terrified about what might happen next. I heard stories about boys who are thrown out on the street by their parents for being gay and end up disappearing, or worse. I didn't want that to happen to me. I didn't have any friends so going to a friend's house was out of the question. I started to walk away. I was heading for an abandoned train junkyard. It wasn't too far from where I was. I walked at a decent pace. It wasn't long before it hit me. I then remembered that I had one person's number on a piece of paper in my pocket. It was from when I had been assigned to a partner for a project. I thought about who I had been partnered with. Then it came to me just like that. It was Jake. We had been partnered together.

It was a few months ago. Our assignment was to handle Sulfuric Acid safely and use a number of other volatile chemicals. We had a petri dish which had a tiny amount of fluid already in it. The fluid was white blood cells. Once everything was set up, our goal was to handle the chemicals safely and correctly and to cause a biochemical reaction with the chemicals and the white blood cells. If done correctly, when all the lights were turned off, the contents of our petri dish should have glowed. I was evidently assigned to him, which I'm sure he appreciated because my work was usually flawless. My GPA had been a 4.0 since Freshman year, so I usually did a great job in class.

I thought about calling but I was terrified to. He never knew I was gay. What if he asked why I was kicked out? What would I say? I liked him alot, but what if he catches on to that and tells the whole school? If he finds out, what would he do to me? What would he say?

All these questions coursed through my mind. But I finally found my balls and made the call.

The call waiting sound was deafening to me. Once. Twice. Three times. It seemed to be getting louder and louder and louder! I was starting to feel my heart speed up like a hummingbird on a double shot of espresso.

I clenched my eyes as the sound stopped in fear.

"This is Jake," came a sexy sounding voice.

My heart sank a mile down.

"Hello?" came his voice after a few moments.

"Hey Jake," I finally mustered with all the strength in my body.

"Who is this?" he asked calmly.

"It's Andrew," I answered. "From AP Bio."

"Oh, yeah, I remember you," he affirmed. "You need something?"

"Well, are you busy right now?"

"Not really, why?"

"I'm stuck outside and I need a place to go," I explained.

"What happened?"

Just what I was fearful against. He asked the damned question.

"I uh- I was kicked out."

"I'll come pick you up if you'd like," he offered. "Where are you?"

By then I was at the vacant train engine junkyard, so I told him.

"I'll be there in about two minutes," he hung up too quick for me to thank him.

I sat down on a patch of grass in the junkyard waiting. It wasn't long before I saw his car pull up. I walked over to the car. I opened the door and got in, closing it behind me.

"Thank you," I said quietly.

"Not a problem," he assured. "Why'd you get kicked out?"

I was scared to tell him the truth but I did it anyways.

"I don't know," I answered truthfully. "Probably cause I'm gay."

There was a moment of silence.

"You're gay?" he asked.

"Um, yes," I said reluctantly.

Another deafening silence.

"Okay, that's cool."

He was driving along a country road and pulled off to the side into a driveway. He told me his parents were out of town and so he had the house to himself for a week. We went in the house and he showed me around. There was a guest bedroom and he allowed me to get settled in and go to sleep. I did just that. Well, not really.

I was up til midnight and I strolled through the hallway to get a drink of water from the bathroom sink when I noticed Jake's bedroom door wide open. He was laying there asleep... naked. His cock was rock solid and pointing straight up. I thought for a moment and made my decision. I walked in quietly and just stared at his dick. I carefully went towards him and I knelt down beside his bed. I felt very bold for that moment and leaned in. With his cock in my hand, I kissed the tip gently, a small drop of precum emanating from the bulbous head. His cock was surely at least nine inches long, and very thick. I licked the head of his cock and took it in my mouth. The size of it felt so good. I loved it so much. I lowered my head down a ways until the head pressed up against the back of my throat. I gagged quite a bit but held it there. I raised up and went back down, the whole time moving my tongue all around the shaft. I loved the taste of his precum which emerged from the suction I was applying. I had read a lot of gay erotic stories and quite a bit of information from them on how to give great head. I lost myself in the joys of pleasuring him. Suddenly, I felt his hand on top of my head. I was startled to say the least. I thought he was sleeping. Maybe I had woke him up from the blow job.

"Oh fuck yeah," he moaned quietly as I went back down on him. "Ah, you suck better than my girlfriend."

I looked up at him and made eye-contact. I saw the lust in his eyes. I had always been pretty good at seeing the way someone feels through their eyes. That must be why some people say that the eye is the window to the soul. That always seemed ludicrous to me since the eye was somewhat like a mirror.

"Have you ever done this before?" he asked, running his hand through my hair.

I rose up to answer his question.

"Nope," I answered him. "Never."

"You're really good," he complimented me.

I dove back down and continued sucking, all the while him moaning loudly and bucking his hips slightly. I'll admit, I loved the feeling I got from knowing that I was giving this incredibly hot jock more pleasure than his girlfriend could. The feeling made me want to please him even more. I pushed my head down, trying to swallow his long, thick shaft. I started gagging and he used the hand on my head to push me down harder. My throat muscles wouldn't budge, but I refused to give up. I tried dry swallowing and the first try was the only try I needed. In a second, my head sunk down to the base, my throat filled with his hard, meaty cock, my nose buried in his pubes, taking in the delicious scent that filtered through them. I knew instantly that I loved doing this. Sucking cock, deep throating. I just loved it so much.

I motioned up and by the time the head was all that was left in my mouth, he snapped his hips upwards, burying his thick meat down my throat. I choked and gagged quite a bit but I realized that with the way I was pleasuring him like this, he wasn't going to stop easily. With one hand on the lower part of the back of my head and the other with a strong grip on my hair, he withdrew his huge cock and let me get a deep breath, then he rammed himself back down my throat.

"No way my girl would ever be able to handle this," he said. "Yeah, fucking take that fat dick in your throat!"

In all honesty, I absolutely loved every second of him ramming his monster down my throat. Then, without warning, I felt gush after gush of something shooting down my throat. He pulled back quickly and he shot so much cum into my mouth. The taste was awesome. Truly spectacular. I sucked and sucked harder, trying to get every last drop out of him. I swallowed four times, my mouth constantly filling with this manly jock's hot cum. The force of each blast started to die down to just a few trickles. I swirled my tongue around the head a few more times, watching as he spasmed in the throes of the pleasure from having just experienced and orgasm, the part where the head becomes extremely sensitive. I raised my head off of his rod, giving it a big wet kiss on the head. I looked up, expecting something to happen. I wanted to know if he liked it. I pretty much knew the answer but I wanted to hear him say it.

"Did I do a good job?" I asked him, taking in a deep breath.

He lay their breathing heavy for a moment before answering me. It's understandable why he'd need to catch his breath.

"Yeah," he said. "You did great."

"Better than your girlfriend?" I asked.

I really wanted to hear him say that I did better than his girlfriend. Call it a sense of pride.

"Totally," he said. "I didn't know a guy could give such great head. Hell, you swallowed every drop of my load. She'd never even think of trying that."

"I loved how it tasted and how it felt to have it pump cum into my mouth," I told him. "Can we try it again sometime?"

"Anytime you want me," he began. "You can have me."

"I never knew sucking cock was that good," I said to him. "I'm just glad I found out with you."

"I wasn't too rough, was I?" he asked.

"No," I answered. "I actually kinda liked it."

He chuckled a bit, patting the bed next to him, motioning for me to lay down there. I scooted myself up and crawled into position, so to speak. I lay down on my side and he instantly wrapped both his arms tightly around my chest, holding me, pulling me in so that my back was against his chest. He propped his head up, turning my head towards him, and planted a kiss on my lips. His lips were so warm and soft. I felt his tongue push against my lips. I opened up slightly and he slid his tongue in my mouth. I savored his spit which, from kissing like this, got a lot into my mouth. I loved the way his tongue danced with mine. He pulled his lips away and lay back down, holding me a bit tighter. I had never felt so happy, safe, cared for, or loved as I was feeling then in Jake's arms. But I still didn't understand why he did what he did. He had a girlfriend so he must have been straight. So many questions coursed through my mind, but I set them aside and just relaxed in the warm, muscular arms of Jake.

Morning finally came around and the sun shining brightly through the thin fabrics of the curtain over the window, giving me a wake-up call. I felt well rested but unlike my usual routine, I stayed in bed. Jake was sleeping very peacefully, a slight smile on his face. He had his arm over my chest with his head rested on my pectoral. I started moving around to a more comfortable position. I lay down on my stomach and faced Jake's direction. He looked so hot in any conceivable way. I never wanted to be apart from him ever. But I knew that would be unrealistic. I just lay there and waited for him to wake up.

I got my wish after waiting for nearly five minutes. Jake slowly came around. He rolled over to face me and with a faint smile, he said good morning.

"Mornin' baby," he said in a tired voice.

"Morning," I returned the favor. "Sleep well last night?"

"Like a baby," he answered, kissing me on the lips gently.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked.

He gave me a questioning look.

"You're straight," I explained. "Why would you kiss a guy?"

He stared at me silently for a moment, obviously thinking.

"I don't know," he answered. "I just like you a lot."

I hate that answer. 'I don't know.' I just hate it so much! It made me wanna push into the subject more and more. I was interrupted in the thought process as I felt something very warm and wet touch my ass hole. I moaned in pleasure and noticed Jake was eating me out.

"Ohhh," I moaned quietly. "That feels so good."

I watched as he buried his face between my taut butt cheeks. I moaned in pleasure, which in turn, caused him to lick at my hole with greater enthusiasm. He didn't stay there too long. I wish he did but he surprised me by jamming his middle finger into my ass chute very roughly. If his finger was any bigger, I would most likely have screamed from pain. It wasn't too big so I felt a lot of pleasure. The really good feelings followed shortly after. He must have known that he found my joy button because I was moaning like a little bitch as he prodded, rubbed, and tapped on my prostate gently. It wasn't long before he was beginning to finger me with great force. It got so good that I just screamed out to him to just fuck me.

"Oh FUCK!" I screamed from pleasure. "Please Jake, fuck me already!"

He smiled at me and pounded my ass with his fingers really hard one more time. It felt so good. I never wanted it to stop, but I also wanted him to fuck my ass. He was still naked from the previous night, so he was more than ready. I was a little scared. He was much bigger than me, and his build increased the size difference greatly. I had never been in such a situation.

I'm sure he noticed that I was becoming very intimidated by his size and power because he leaned in and kissed me gently on the lips. I felt a bit calmed down but I was still nervous. When he lifted off, he spit on his hefty tool and got it nice and wet. We looked into each other's eyes the entire time. He slowly maneuvered himself into position. When I felt the blunt head of his large weapon press up against my loosened up hole, I shut my eyes and prepared for the inevitable pain from first penetration.

"Don't worry," Jake said in a soothing voice. "You're gonna love it. I promise."

I nodded at his promise. Well, at least he wasn't being rough by that point. He probably knew he needed to be gentle. He slowly pushed his cock head into my loose, yet still very tight hole. I felt it pop through and I winced in pain, trying to hold in a scream. He stayed their inside me for a few moments before pushing slowly forward.

"You okay?" He asked in a concerned voice.

I couldn't speak. I just nodded at him and held my breath as he pushed in deeper and deeper. It took what seemed like an eternity, but he finally said it.

"It's all the way in," he said, kissing me once more on the lips.

He held it there, buried in my hole all the way for a minute. The pain started to die off and he knew it. He pulled back, letting just the head remain, and pushed back in at a somewhat quick pace. Instead of pain, I felt such a pleasure.

"Oh," I moaned. "That feels so good."

"You like that?" He asked.

Of course he already knew I did. That was surely the reason he didn't hold back on the next thrust. Again, he slowly pulled out, leaving just the head, and in an instant, he slammed into me with much more force. I screamed out in pleasure as he did too. He did it again and again and again. I loved it so much. I never thought something could feel so good.

He was using his stamina to developing a perfect rhythm. He'd pull out at a decent pace, leaving only the head of his large shaft in my stretched hole, then slam back into me hard. I was moaning like a total slut by then, as I let the pleasures of being dominated by a large jock overtake me completely. It was estatic. Pure ecstasy. Heaven. I couldn't think of anything I'd rather do than submit myself completely to Jake. I was his, and he knew it.

"Oh f-fuck," I moaned. "F-f-feels s-so g-good! H-harder! Mmmm! F-fuck m-me h-harder!!"

"You like my cock in your ass, huh," he said in my ear, pistoning himself back and forth in my fresh ass hole.

"Mmm y-y-yesss," I barely managed to whimper.

He thrusted harder inside me, causing me to scream out in utter pleasure.

"I'm gonna cum inside you," he told me, kissing my neck.

I couldn't respond to him. I was in another place by then. A place of absolute pleasure, ecstasy, and sexual bliss. I felt every brush over my prostate that he delivered to me through every thrust. My cock by then was leaking precum like a faucet. I reached down to jack myself while Jake was pounding my not-so-virgin ass hole, but as soon as I grabbed it, it happened. I felt my balls raise up and I was about to cum. Jake surely felt it because the prostate is supposed to expand when you're about to cum. He speeded up, only adding to my pleasure. Then I felt it. The feeling from the beginning of an orgasm. I screamed out loudly.

"J-jake!" I screamed. "I'm cumming."

"Oh fuck!" he yelled. "Me too."

He started thrusting at what I'm sure was as hard and as fast as he possibly could. My senses were overwhelmed. I was receiving a brutal pounding to my ass from a big, long, thick cock while cumming at the same time. I was in heaven. I felt his cock get harder and felt something so warm and gooey fill me up. He was cumming inside my ass. I was mind-blown by the bliss I was in. He buried himself inside my ass, unloading his seed. I could feel the hot cum filling me up inside. A sensation that brought on the feeling of knowing that I belonged to Jake.

END OF PART 1

Author's Note:

Please leave comments and / or suggestions on the story. Any comments are appreciated. Thank you, Ray Walker.

 

Ray Walker

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