Coming Out: An after-school job leads to a sexual awakening

I dash up to Sebastian breathlessly before our government class together Tuesday with a huge grin on my face. He of course is talking to Jamie. I try to interrupt. 

“I have something to tell you,” I announce. Sebastian says he’s helping Jamie with a calculus problem and asks if we can talk later. I say OK, slump my shoulders and turn to walk away. “Hey, stop,” Sebastian says. “I’m not blowing you off, Matt. How about we go off-campus for lunch?” I perk back up and say sure. 

We both have first lunch and meet at the school’s front doors to walk across the street to Darlene’s, a hamburger dive that has been located next to the school since the 1950s. We order and take a booth. 

As we eat, I regale him with details of my night with Grant. “Can you believe it? Grant!” 

Sebastian chuckles and adds, “This is a first for me. I normally sit here talking to friends about exploits of a straight nature. I’m happy that you had a good time. Does this mean your obsession with me is over? Are you moving from curly-haired Greeks to blond American jocks?”

I kick him under the table. “Absolutely not. I’m still obsessed by how hot you are. I think I will be the rest of my life. We can go to the bathroom, and I’ll prove it.” I wink, take a bite of my hamburger and then continue. “You’re the one who told me to go find gay guys to date and do stuff with.” 

Sebastian shakes his head in amusement. 

“I”ll take a rain check on the bathroom. And yeah, I told you to go live. I guess that I didn’t expect that you’d start the next day at the top of the social food chain for Grand Valley teens and butt-fuck the highest scoring player for the best football team in the state. You do realize that is who he is and how good their team is right now?” 

Sebastian pauses and asks if I know Grant’s full story. I nod and tell him about the scars on his butt, what he said his dad did to him and about the scene in court. 

Sebastian then says, “Yeah. I don’t know if you know what my dad does for a living. He’s a big-time lawyer and knows everyone around the courthouse. When Grant made the paper as a rising football star, my dad remembered the gossip among judges and lawyers. He said it was really bad.” 

He takes a sip of Coke and adds. “If Reggie is that protective of Grant and that determined that Grant is straight, you need to keep that in the back of your mind. Also, I know you’re telling me as a good friend, but this isn’t the same as sitting here and me telling you about hooking up with some girl. This is 1984 and Grand Valley. We’re a small redneck city in a small redneck state, not some future utopia or San Francisco. You have to be careful for yourself about talking. And, I doubt Grant would appreciate anyone knowing about him. You can talk to me in confidence, but otherwise… Well, you know what I’m saying.” 

I promise him that I understand. I also add that I still want to follow his advice about Shawn. “You’re one horny boy. Making up for lost time?” Sebastian says. 

I interject, “Ohhh. I almost forgot. Grant promised to help with any revenge plans.” Sebastian says, “I have some ideas forming. Good to know.”

Sebastian and I worked together Wednesday night. It was his first night managing at my Taco Casa location. Most of the employees were glad that Chris was not there and that super sexy and super nice Sebastian was running the show … except for Ryan, who scowled the entire time. 

Sebastian called me to the office at the end of my shift. I walked in and closed the door. “What’s up? Is it like the old days? Do I have to blow my boss? Please tell me that I have to blow my boss.” 

Sebastian sighs. “Stop it. Do you still go with your sister to take your nephew to toddler swim at the Y on Thursday nights?” 

I’m surprised he remembers. I’ve seen him before playing basketball or working out there when I’ve gone with my sister. My sister goes goes weekly. I occasionally join. I tell him I still go sometimes.

“Good,” he says. “You need to come with her tomorrow night.” I ask why. He says he has a plan and that it is better that I’m ignorant about the details. 

I ask my sister if I can join her. Thursday night, she and I walk together into Grand Valley’s downtown YMCA with my 1-year-old nephew for the toddler swim class. I look over at the glassed-in basketball court. 

There is a shirts-and-skins game underway. Sebastian, Reggie and Grant are among the skins, and Ryan is among the shirts. I’m flummoxed by all the sweaty male bodies. 

I stop outside the glass to watch.

Sebastian jumps to block a shot of Ryan’s and knocks him to the floor in a foul. I get a quick look  at the dark hair of Sebastian's pit. Ahhh, the memories of licking it! Sebastian helps Ryan up and pats him on the butt. He looks over at me and says something to Ryan, points in my direction and pumps his fist at the end of his mouth. Ryan laughs and pats Sebastian on the butt, and they return to the game.

I’m really angry. Did Sebastian just make a blowjob joke about me to Ryan? He’s become my best friend. Why would he do that?

My sister and I go through the swim class with my nephew, and then I head to the locker room to shower and change back into street clothes. I see the pick-up game is wrapping up.  

I’m naked, with a towel over my shoulder, and about to head to the showers when Ryan slams my locker shut. His grey muscle shirt is dripping in sweat and plastered to his chest, showing off his perky nipples. I can smell his aroma and am turned on despite how much I hate him.

“Hey, faggot,” he starts. “What about a blowjob? Get your ass to the showers. You can suck me off there.” He luridly clutches his cock through the fabric of his shorts.

I’m trying to decide what to do when Sebastian turns the corner. “Ryan, what the hell? Are you gay? Did I just hear you offering a blowjob to someone?” 

Ryan laughs. “Dude, I was telling him to suck my dick. He’s the fag.”

Sebastian shakes his head. “No, I clearly heard you ask if you could blow him. That’s sick. Matt, did Ryan offer to suck you off?”

The situation dawns on me. “Yeah. I was minding my own business and about to shower when he approached me and offered it.” 

Ryan is red in the face and fuming. “I did NOT offer to blow this little fucking faggot! I told him to blow me!” he screams.

Grant must have been right behind Sebastian because he is now standing next to him. “Whoa, dude. What the hell! Sebastian, I heard it, too.” Grant slyly winks at me. 

Sebastian turns to Ryan with a stern look. 

“Ryan, three people heard you. That’s not cool. My dad’s on the board of trustees. Haven’t you ever seen the donation sign on the basketball court? That’s the Spiro Tzortzis Gymnasium. It’s named after my grandfather. Dad would kill me if I didn’t report this. I’m going to have to do so unless you can persuade Matt not to come forward.”

Sebastian looks at me. 

“What do you think, Matt? Anything Ryan can do? It does seem like the idea got you pretty horny.” I hadn’t notice, but Sebastian is right — my cock is hardening. “What if we all pretend we didn’t hear it and he gives you what he promised,” Sebastian adds.

Damn, Sebastian is good. “I’m OK with that deal,” I reply. “But it better be an amazing blowjob.”

Sebastian looks at Ryan.

“If Ryan wanders around locker rooms offering blowjobs, I’m sure he must be good at it. What do you think, Ryan? You get to suck dick like you wanted, and Grant and I don’t have to spend the rest of the night with the manager writing statements. That seems like a win for everyone.”

Ryan continues to glare. Sebastian turns toward the door out of the locker room and tells Grant to come with him to the office so they can call his dad and talk to the Y manager.

Ryan relents. “Fine. I’ll suck the fag’s dick to make you happy.”

Grant shakes his head and slams Ryan into a locker. He wraps a hand tightly around Ryan's throat and lifts him a foot off the floor with no effort. “I don’t think you get it, bitch. Get on your knees, ask politely and show him that you mean it.”

Ryan squeaks out a “Yes, sir.” Grant opens his grip. Ryan drops to the floor and collapses onto his knees. 

He crawls over to me. He takes my cock in his hand, strokes it and licks the head. He looks up and asks if he can suck me. Ryan pauses, glances at a very angry-looking Grant and adds, “Please, sir.” I say I’d love a blowjob.

The three of us stand there as Ryan strips from his gym clothes. He shyly turns his back on us, wraps a towel around his waist and reaches underneath to pull down his shorts and jock. I sneer at him, "Suddenly embarrassed, Ryan?"

He turns, his head down, and walks slowly toward the showers. I follow. 

Grant grabs my arm, stops me and whispers, “You need to make him do it how I forced you to do with me that first time, not like we did it this week. By the way, can I say that I’m sorry again?” 

If you don’t remember, Ryan is a senior at Roosevelt High. He is tall and lean. He has wavy sandy brown hair with a hint of auburn red. It’s always blown-dried and styled into a glamour shot photo look. He has penetrating green eyes and fulsome lips. 

He was part of Chris’ games to torment me and was particularly cruel. My nuts remember the hard spanking he gave them, and I remember the humiliation of licking his feet on the bathroom floor. That’s in addition to him spit-roasting me with Andrew on Chris’ instructions.

Ryan steps into the farthest shower stall, which is a little wider than the rest. He hangs up his towel and  glares at me as I pull the curtain closed. 

“I always thought your lips were so cute,” I say. “I’m going to love them around my dick. But I need to shower. Let’s shower together.”

I turn on the overhead spray, squirt some soap from the dispenser into my hand and pour it into his. “Why don’t you lather me up? It will get me in the mood for that blowjob.”

As we stand under the shower head, I glance down Ryan’s body. There is a hint of hair mid-chest and a thick brown treasure trail running down to a forest of pubes and a very limp dick. The water has wetted the hair down on his legs.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” he says. 

He takes the soap in his hands and begins rubbing it over my chest and abs. I lean forward and tell him that he needs to play with my nipples as he soaps me. He tentatively rubs them between his fingers.

"No," I say. "With your mouth."

"Fuck," he mumbles. "If your friends weren't here, I'd kill you."

He leans over and licks one nipple and then the other, flicking his tongue against them. He follows this by kissing and nibbling them lightly. I moan in satisfaction.

As he continues, I begin stroking him to a hard-on and also mouth at a piece of his neck. I’ve decided to leave him a particularly noticeable memory of the evening. I want to humiliate this jerk, and with Sebastian and Grant nearby, he has no choice. 

“I’m sure you’ll want to make sure my cock and balls are clean for you,” I say. I’m now sucking and nibbling over and over on the same location of his neck. He seems oblivious, lost in embarrassment as he lathers my genitals. His hands feel good as they rub the liquid soap up and down my cock and over my nuts. My cock jumps to full attention.

“Play with them more,” I order him. He groans in disgust and softly rolls my nuts around in his hand.

I let go of his neck and his dick and push down on his shoulders, forcing him to his knees. 

“Legs and feet, stud,” I say. He lathers them and moves to stand up. The water has washed away the soap. I tell him that he needs to lick my feet to make sure they're clean.

I'm feeling really emboldened to pay him back in full.

He runs his tongue over the tops of my feet, but I tell him that I'm not sure if my toes are clean. "You need to suck them!" I say. I lean against a shower wall and wiggle my big toe at his mouth. He complies, holding my foot in his hand as he sucks and licks each toe and then switches feet. It tickles, but I manage to turn my laugh into one that sounds like I'm laughing at him in his predicament. 

After he has finished with my feet, I grip his head and keep him down on his knees.

“I don’t want a dirty ass. You need to clean it, too.” I turn around. Ryan sighs and rubs soap over my cheeks and in between them. I moan as he runs his hands over and around my hole. 

“Good boy,” I say. “Such a good boy. Why don’t you stay down there, and I’ll rinse off.” 

After the water clears away the soap, I tell him to stick his tongue up my crack and make sure everything is clean. "Some day, some day," he mumbles to himself.

He spreads my cheeks and tongues my crack and hole after a very long sigh. “I’m not sure my hole is clean enough. Go deeper,” I say. 

He gives my hole a good licking, knowing better than to not follow through. I turn and smack my hard cock against his face and tell him to start sucking. He looks defeated -- a straight guy that so far has been made to play with my nipples, grope my dick, suck my toes and eat my ass ... and knows that the worse for him is ahead.

Ryan takes hold my cock in a way so he is only sucking on the head and small bit of the shaft. The edge of his lips are barely glancing against my skins. It's definitely not up to par by any extent. Obviously, Ryan seems like he is trying to re-assert some level of his heterosexuality. But I'm not having it. His lack of effort is emboldening me. 

“Now, Ryan, you know that’s not how to suck a cock properly.” 

I smack his hand away and grab his head. I shove myself into him. His saliva is coating my dick as I suddenly thrust balls deep in him, smashing my pubes into his nose, and holding my dick there.

He struggles, but can't push me off. He begins to gag. He tries to push off again as he gags more. As much as I like the abuse I'm doling out, I release him enough so he doesn't hurl on me. 

“Come on, lover,” I say, letting go of his head completely. “Show my balls some attention.”

He strokes my dick as he sucks on my nuts. It feels so amazing having him mouth them and run his tongue over them, particularly given how he punished them without mercy when he was in control.

I tell him to start sucking my dick again. I tell him if he does good enough on his own, I won’t face-fuck him.

I actually think he tried. There is more tongue and mouth, and he goes farther down. But still, it’s a pretty pathetic effort. I decide it’s time to take Grant’s advice. 

“Sorry, babe. Not good enough.” 

Ryan looks up at me in horror as I push him against the shower wall and angle myself over him in a way to get maximum thrusting. “What’s wrong?” I ask. “I remember that you liked face-fucking. At least you did when you were doing it to me.”

I shove my dick down his throat until his lips and nose are buried in my pubes. I pull back and drill his mouth and throat. Deep, fast thrusts that end in final brutal shoves. Each time, I follow with a slow retreat until only my cock head remains just inside his lips. In and out, I attack his mouth with my rigid cock. Ryan is making all sorts of slobbering noises as I pound away, particularly gasping at that final exclamation point at the end of each forward thrust. He is gagging often, which is only ensuring more and more saliva to aid my assault.

I’m about to shoot, but I decide this isn’t sufficient punishment. I pull out and let my impending orgasm retreat.

I tell Ryan to stand up and face away from me. I push him in the shoulders so he is leaning against the shower wall. I kick his feet apart and pull back on his hips. His ass is now perfectly positioned. I run my hand over his hairy crack.

Then, I Iean over him and stroke his cock back to a hard-on. I also find the hickey I was working on earlier. It’s already a nice shade of red and deep purple. I return to sucking and biting that area of his neck hard. We need some teeth marks to go with the bruise that’s developing. I tug and pull at the muscles in that area, biting down harder and harder. 

Ryan moans from the attention. 

“So, Ryan, I whisper. “Are you a virgin?” 

Ryan sneers and says that I should know he’s fucked a lot of girls. I laugh and push a finger into his asshole. “You’re funny,” I respond. “I meant is this a virgin hole?” 

“Don’t you dare do that, you fucking faggot,” Ryan replies. 

“Ohh…. Wrong answer, Ryan. Wrong answer. A better answer would have been to plead with me to loosen your hole more.”

I remove my finger but am not quite ready to take his virginity. First, there is a part of his body that needs to take the abuse he gave to me. I reach between his legs and pull his nuts roughly backward, grasping his sac so the nuts are squeezed at the very end.

 I lightly brush my other my other hand over the fine brown hairs that cover the sac and ask, "Do you remember what you did to my nuts?" 

"Fuck you," Ryan responds. I ask if he wants to count off. "I told you to fuck yourself," Ryan responds. "OK, you asked for it," I say.

I begin smacking his balls with my open palm. The first dozen are light flicks of my hand that caused a small amount of whimpering. But then I begin whaling away at them as hard as possible. His balls are trapped in my vice grip and endure being smashed by the strikes from my open palm. I'm counting off for him and reach 20.

Ryan is trying to suppress screams of anguish. I stop and and switch to snapping my forefinger hard into one and then the other. Ryan is a blithering mess. I stop and lightly massage his nuts, giving him a sense that it's over. But it's not. I grip them again and add another 20 hard smacks before stopping.

Ryan is still leaned against the wall with his ass sticking backward and outward. I smile an evil smile. "I'm done playing with your cute balls, Ryan," I say. "Wasn't that fun! But what can we do next? I have an idea! Want to guess?" Ryan slowly shakes his head no and asks me to stop. "I can't take anymore," he says. 

"Stop? You and I love playing around with each other like this!" I exclaim.

Without warning, I thrust my dick forward into his unprepared asshole -- no lube, no spit, no gingerly massaging his sphincter, no warning. Straight in, all the way in, all at once.

My 7 1/2 inches ram through his tight sphincter, graze his prostate and ends up implanted deep in the recess of his bowels with a loud smack. The loud smack is accompanied by a loud scream from Ryan. "Mother fucker! I can't take it! Pull it out! Pull it out!"

I hope that Grant and Sebastian are making sure no one is around. 

“Damn,” I say. “I’m sorry. I’m sure you can acclimate to my dick as I fuck you. Isn’t it awesome that you can tell people that I took your cherry after all the other fun we’ve had together. I hope it's as special to you as the moment it is to me. Don't we all remember how we lost our virginity?”

I keep one hand on a shoulder to hold his position while I stroke him with my other. I’m driving my cock into his ass hard and deep with no let-up. Ryan’s grunts turn to deep moans. His cock hardens and is leaking pre-cum into my hand as I stroke him.  

“This is so hot, Ryan,” I say. “It seems you’re liking it. That’s what this little pencil dick is telling me. For someone who says they're not a faggot, your dick is really into this. Did you know your ass was so tight?" Amid his moans, he mumbles, “Oh, fuck.” 

His body tenses. I have him close to cumming and speed up jerking him off. He shoots and shoots. I capture his whole load in my palm. 

I’m really close, too. I pull out, wheel Ryan around and shove him to the floor. I take my hand that is filled with his cum and smear it through his wavy hair. I then give my cock a couple tugs and fire a massive load onto his face. There is cum dripping down his cheeks, off his nose and lips and even one long string running out the corner of an eye. The shower is spreading the cum all over him.

“Ryan, you look so hot with a cum facial?” I announce as I turn off the shower. 

Ryan is seated on the floor with a look of disbelief and brokenness as I towel off and walk out. 

"I think the boys would want you to thank me for showing you such a good time," I sneer. Behind the streaks of cum is the face of someone who is defeated. "Thank you, sir," he says. 

Sebastian and Grant are resting on a locker room bench dressed in street clothes, chatting about the Bison’s football season and Grant’s scoring prowess as I come out. 

“I’m hungry,” Sebastian announces. “You guys want to grab some dinner?”

Grant says he’s hungry, too. I say I’ll tell my sister that I’ll catch a ride home with one of them. 

“Great,” Sebastian says as I drop my towel and get dressed. Sebastian smacks my ass and adds, “Grant and I want to hear all about what happened.”