Curious Classmate

Sitting in English 101 Thursday morning I heard, “Psst! Robby.” Once my classmate got my attention, he slipped me a note on the down low which read: meet me this afternoon in parking lot B. After reading the secretive note I turned my head to the right giving my light mocha skin classmate a subtle curious glance. He in turn returned an impish grin. With no idea what possessed him to pass the note or return a mischievous smirk that fall semester morning I decided to play along.

Not well acquainted, Dexter Washington’s discreet note surprised me. I sensed something sketchy regarding the suggestion. Oh, I’d seen the attractive teen around high school, however lost track of him after graduation. Do not get me wrong, nothing noticeably devious about Dexter.

Over the years I’d never befriended him. We just traveled in different social cliques with little in common, nothing to draw us together such as social media, church, motorcycles, sports, etc. We acknowledged each other in passing but never friended each other on Face Book or other social media. We’d never engaged in any deep philosophical conversations or developed a meaningful friendship when we were younger. He came from the more affluent side of town and I working class. Now, at 18 we were classmates taking the same prerequisite English and Algebra courses at community college .

As the bell rung, with books already packed in our backpacks we jumped to our feet ready to exit the classroom. Before I could move Dexter grabbed my arm saying, “Let me have your phone so I can put my number into it.” Unthinkingly I acknowledged the request handing Dex my phone. He began punching his number into my phone. Once finished he said, “I drive the candy red custom Ford pickup in parking lot “B” see you this afternoon.”

“Give me a few minutes to make it over to find you. I ride a motorcycle if you see me honk, if I don’t find you in a few give me a call.” I’d seen the rakish truck Dexter described pimping around town before, so I didn’t think I’d have difficulty spotting it. Hell, you couldn’t miss the lifted flamboyant truck with its reddish-purple candy custom paint job and wild ass pinstriping, thunderous exhaust system and huge custom wheels and tires. Dex appeared to be into the custom car scene, whereas, my interest’s centered on bikes and bike racing. As a bisexual, I had admired Dexter from afar, questioning his sexuality as far back as high school days but never acted on my urge to know more personal. Such a damn bewitching guy that’s why I accepted his invitation to meet up: see what might happen.

Although the fetching teen appeared to have a decent physique hiding beneath his stylish clothing, I never knew him to play any sports in high school and never seen him with a girlfriend riding around in his truck with him or physically hanging onto him. He projected a likeable personality and behaved with an air of sophistication, yet a certain aura of mystery surrounded him. As the day wore on my curious mind kept flipping back thinking about Dexter trying to absorb why we’d never developed a friendship over the past years, and what might lie ahead for us.

My mind conjured up erotic images of us frolicking sexually. On a more serious note I wondered, might Dexter need help with one of his course studies? If he did, he was barking up the wrong tree, because when it came to academics, I was damn sure not tutor qualified. Hell, I had my own problems when it came to the classroom.

Anyway, my observation told me the light mocha skin teen appeared to be biracial or multiracial. Some might even consider his striking appearance somewhat exotic. His complexion along with oval face symmetry and aesthetics as well as square jawline complimented his facial features; moreover, his loose curly raven hair, blue eyes, strong thin nose and ideal lips made him appear very sensual. He possessed defining European and African traits as well as a hint of Asian. We had never shared Physical Education classes in high school, so never an opportunity to see him bare ass naked, but always curious. On occasions over the years I’d pondered what might be hiding inside his tighty-whities. From what I could see he possessed a fine-looking buttock as well as noticeable bulge. What the hell, hopefully my questions might find answers soon.

After school, in the parking lot I hopped on my motorcycle squealing out over to the “B” lot where I began searching for the custom pickup. Didn’t take long before I heard the throaty exhaust roar and chirping of tires. Then I spotted the pimped-out ride’s cab profile above other vehicles. I rode up, stopping next to Dexter’s door. Looking up unconcerned I ask, “So what’s up dude?”

“You wanna follow me over to my house check out something really cool?”

I thought for a minute then said, “Sure, why the fuck not, got nothin better to do the rest of the afternoon, follow you.”

Once again, a highly seductive Dexter piqued my curiosity. My mind came alive with pornographic images of my classmate. After a few stop lights and turns we arrived at my classmate’s house. A beautiful large two story sitting on large lush surroundings inside a gated community in the burbs. I parked my bike and strolled over to the truck. “So, what’s up dude?”

“Let me park this then follow me inside. You can park your bike inside if ya want.”

After parking our vehicles in the Larger than average garage and closing the big door I followed Dex inside. “Take off your shoes, mom doesn’t allow street shoes in the house.” We took our shoes off leaving them in the foyer. Dex grabbed my hand guiding me through the luxurious house pointing out items of interest along the way. All the while leading me towards the large entertainment game room at the back of the house. A huge flat screen television took up much of the back wall. “Parents just bought this bad boy,” Dex said flipping on the soothing lighting in the room pointing to the television. “They had this baby installed yesterday. We get to try it.”

“Damn, that’s a big mutha,” I said looking around at big screen television among other things in the room. “This room is awesome dude.”

Before I could say anything else, using the remote, the sensuous teen turned the big screen television on and began running through a few selections on the menu. Suddenly, two handsome nude dudes, one fucking the other in the ass, exploded on the 85-inch screen.

“Whoa! What the fuck dude,” I exclaimed.

“Oh yeah. Ever watch any of this stuff?” Dex asked with a shit-eating grin. “I watched a few minutes of it before school this morning, got me hard as a rock.”

“Yeah, I’ve seen my share, but never on a big screen ultra-high-definition-television before,” I said sinking into the luxurious beige couch taking in the two actors with impressive appendages go at it on screen. “The television is so fuckin awesome.”

I slouched in the couch amazed at the details of the larger than life picture on screen as well as the acoustics coming from the surround sound system. With each graphic thrust and every moan, the room vibrated. My cock began getting harder and harder watching the action as If taking place right there in the room with us. My asshole winced. I could almost feel the top guy’s large hard veiny throbbing cock penetrating my ass as the bottom on screen kept screaming for more. I began rubbing my hardness through the fabric of my khaki pants.

“I just got this video, haven’t had a chance to review the whole thing yet, that’s why I wanted you to come over this afternoon. You know, enjoy it with me. Tell me what ya think. Maybe a little more.”

“What the hell where are your parents?” I asked somewhat anxious with thoughts of getting caught watching the X-rated gay video playing on screen.

“Oh, they’re gone along with my sister for the rest of the week won’t be home till Sunday night. Attending some big auto auction out of town. You know, the ones you see on TV.”

“Okay.”

“We got three days to watch porn and mess around. If ya want,” Dex said in a nonchalant manner walking over to the wet bar. “You’re welcome to spend the night if ya want. What ya drinkin, diet or regular?”

“Whatever,” I said somewhat perplexed not knowing where things might lead or what Dex had in mind with his comments. I thought, could the video be a prelude to something more sexual?

Dexter retrieved a couple cold drinks from the small fridge. I heard the tabs pop on the drink cans. Then he brought the drinks over handing me one. I took a sip from the can before setting it on the table to my right. A look of angst apparent on my face Dex said, “If the content of this particular video offends you, I got a couple more that may be more acceptable to you.”

“Naw, this’s okay,” I said pushing my hand deeper inside my pants to massage and rearrange my hard cock. “I’m sure I can watch this with the right company.”

I tossed the hint out now wait and see what Dexter did with it. Would he take the bait? Yep, he plopped down next to me on the couch so close our bodies touched. I could feel the warmth of our bodies. Damn, he smelled good. Dex began subtly rubbing my leg with his. No stranger to porn videos my friends and I learned years ago to circumvent parental controls on our home computers and televisions to get porn early on in our curious young lives; also, no stranger to exploratory sex with boys. Hell, I’d been experimenting since junior high school. In fact, I’d been curious what Dexter might be packing as far back as first time I saw him in high school.

“The guy pushin sure got a huge fuckin cock,” I said.

“Yeah, probably at least nine inches,” Dex said. The big screen makes things appear bigger and more lifelike. You can see the texture lines on the huge bulbous head and veins on the shaft appear to be throbbing pumping blood when he pulls that log outta the other guy’s ass. You know, everything so damn well-defined.”

“Oh yeah.”

“Ever wonder what it’d be like to take a nine-ten-inch dick up the ass? Wonder if that big mutha fucka hurts the guy on the bottom?” Dex asked.

“Oh, I’m sure from the expression on the bottom guy’s face ever time the guy slams that big mammy jammer into him it hurts.” I said. “So, what made you invite me over to your house? I’m sure it wasn’t to review this video with you. Don’t you have other friends to share the vid with?”

“I got lots friends’ asshole. I chose you.”

“Why?”

“You ever fool around with another guy?” Dexter asked. “I think maybe you have; furthermore, I like you, I’ve always liked you. You’re frickin hot.”

Before I could answer, Dexter’s right hand fell into my crotch. Finding my hardness his fingers began gently exploring the length of my cock running down my left leg. His fingertips deftly began outlining the head. I jumped letting out a soothing sigh, especially when his fingertip touched that sensitive coronal ring of my cockhead.

“Nice one,” Dex said his fingers caressing my cock; fingertips tracing the outline of the head. “You feel like you might be circumcised; I like that.”

We continued sipping at our drinks watching the big screen commenting about the on-screen action. I wondered whether Dex might be a top or bottom. My eyes shifted to Dexter’s crotch every few seconds. I could barely see the outline of his big cock running along the inside his right trouser leg. From what I could see I liked it. Within minutes my left hand easily found its way to Dexter’s hardness. Pleasantly surprised with what we’d found we continued simultaneously fondling each other’s cocks mentally sizing them up trying to imagine what they might look like out and free.

“You’re cut too, so how big are you?” I asked.

Dexter responded, “Almost eight inches. You?”

“That’s a big mutha,” I replied. “You got me beat. Mine’s only a little over seven inches.”

“From what I know about cocks, of course that’s only what I’ve read, seven’s pretty respectable size.”

For young men cock size is a big thing, bragging rights. Of course, most guys fudge about size. As we continued gently playing with each other’s hard members seated side by side on the couch I became immersed in thought. Internally, questioning why I hadn’t sized Dex up and sought him out as jack off or fuck buddy long before. Quick answer, our paths just never really crossed, probably because we possessed different interests in life, until today. After minutes of reflection I ask, “So, you thought I’d enjoy watching this video with you or somthin else?”

“You know, really thought you might enjoy spending an afternoon with me fuckin around.”

Before I could question him further, he rolled over on top me setting his drink can on the glass tabletop alongside mine. Damn, his face so sweet with Asian blue alluring eyes and ravishing lips. Dex began kissing my neck and ear. I could feel his fresh hot breath as we continued making out and dry humping. His grinding movement stimulated me. Then he surprised me whispering,” Before the afternoon’s over I want your seven inches buried inside me. I want you to fill my ass with it. Fuck me like you mean it. Fuck me and make me cum like I’ve never cum before.”

Surprised by the bold statement I had no immediate response to Dexter’s suggestion. I effortlessly, gave into more groping and kissing while I reciprocated best I could. Within minutes he began playing with my right nipple. Squirming down my body his mouth engulfed the hard nipple through the fabric of my T-shirt. He began biting on it tenderly.

“Easy, don’t bite too hard wouldn’t want to bite it off,” I said bucking my mid-section up into him. I began wriggling around while letting out squeals of pleasure not wanting him to stop.

Stimulating my nipple, one of my favorite foreplay maneuvers. Oh, there are other erogenous zones that one can skillfully manipulate on my body to turn me on and make me squeal, but nipple titillation, my favorite. I’d been known to cum after serious stimulation of my nipples. As I ran my hands through Dexter’s lustrous black curls, I didn’t want him to let go, I thought how had I missed this guy? Where had he been since I discovered boys?

After a few minutes working on my hard nipple he let go and began slithering south towards my crotch. I knew where Dex was heading, and all sorts of images began exploding in my head. He began slowly unbuckling my belt and then opening the fly, while looking up at me with those beautiful eyes for a signal of acceptance, he murmured with a smile, “May I?”

“Oh, hell yes,” I babbled.

Dex began pulling my waist band down preparing to unleash the fury of the beast. Suddenly, bam, my rock-hard cock slapped back hitting my stomach. With the monster snake released from its cage Dex exclaimed with delight, “Oh! My, what a prime piece of meat.” My cock began jumping. He began to fondle it kissing and licking all over the large pink head of my cock. His tongue found my crimson coronal ring. I jumped and squealed each time his tongue circled the head. He then looked up at me saying, “This is the most beautiful dick I’ve ever seen, especially the head. I love the fricking head.”

“Thanks.

“Never sucked a dick this pretty before. I want to suck on it all afternoon if that’s okay.”

“Oh, hell yes dude. Suck on that bad boy as long as you want,” I cooed.

My newfound friend returned to sucking my cock his tongue lavishing attention on the piss slit. I could sense precum beginning to ooze up my urethral highway. Forced to concentrate on something besides Dex sucking my cock or I’d blow a load I wanted my orgasm to last for him, but more so for me. The manner with which he performed on me made me sit up and take notice. I wondered how many cocks he had sucked. Damn, I wanted to suck him off; however, I sensed Dex wanted to please me for as long as possible.

As I slouched back in the spacious couch moaning with pleasure watching Dexter slobber and slurp on my cock curiosity regarding the secret note Dexter passed to me earlier in class seemed to be answered; however, before I could acknowledge his request to fuck him in his ass, I needed answers to more questions racing through my head.

Before I knew it, I had blown a load. My cock continued spurting thick jizz down his throat. I felt bad. I had not warned Dex, but he didn’t seem to care. He just continued slurping it all down trying to drain my reservoir. I had to push him off my sensitive cock or he’d have sucked on it all afternoon. A sensation which would ultimately drive me crazy.