History

Brian

*loud blast on the whistle*

‘Gilligan, get up and adjust yourself, NOW.’

Fuck, I shouldn’t wear these shitty boxers for rugby. Paul Ambrose tackled me to the ground and now my cock and balls are on display for all to see. I’m not complaining mind, I’ve seen the others in the shower, I beat them hands down. They’ll all be wanking off later thinking about this. Specially David Khan. I’ve seen him watching me walk past the history block. He stares for just that little bit too long. I know he wants me. I like to call him gay boy number two.

I’ll have him. Just need to work my magic and I’ll be sucking him off in no time.

Showering after class and they’re all laughing and taking the piss. No one has the balls to say anything to my face. Carry on boys, I couldn’t give a shit.

I walk past Paul and give him a smile and a wink. Poor thing nearly dropped his towel. I think he was hoping I’d be embarrassed. NOPE!

Sitting on the bus after school and gay boy number one from year 13 gets on. Christian Myers. I wonder if he realises how fit he is. Probably one of the only guys in school I’d stop all this shit for. I bet he’s hung like a horse. Wonder if he’s fucked that Gemma bird yet. She’s a whingey bitch. Clings to him like a leach. Wouldn’t surprise me if she’d worn him down and jumped him.

The ride home is uneventful for a change. I can’t be bothered with them all. I’ll just sit here and wait it out. They’ll forget about it and move on next week.

I decided to go and see mum at work before I went home. I’m plotting to get David and need some supplies. She won’t notice if a small bottle of vodka goes missing from out the back.

‘Brian, can you sort out the washing when you get home before Dad gets back. I’m not finishing until 11 and your sister is running out of clothes.’

‘Yes mum. Can I borrow £5 for lunch tomorrow?’

‘Again? Help yourself. My purse is in the back room.’ So I did, along with the vodka.

Best thing about going to see mum is that I can go through the cemetery to get home. There’s always someone there that needs a hand after a hard day at the office. I was here a few weeks ago and bumped into a guy I’ve seen walking around town. He was standing behind a bush and pulling at his cock. He quickly put it away when he saw a kid in school uniform but he must know my school cos when he saw my sixth form tie, he soon flopped it out again. He fucked me for about three minutes before ripping off the rubber and shooting his load over my back. I hardly had time to get properly hard. Not really what I was looking for but hey. Tiny dick too. He’s gone in the book.

Today’s different though. It’s dead (pun intended). The weathers a bit naff but I’ve never seen no one around, even if it’s just dog walkers or old people visiting their better halves. I decide to head back.

As I’m walking out the entrance, who do I see on the other side of the road? David Fucking Khan. It’s fate. He raises his eyebrows for a moment but pretends not to see me - he knows roughly where I live and it’s not near here. There’s my hook. Everyone knows what goes on in here.

A few days go by, I decide to leave it and see what he does. I walked past the history block this morning but he wasn’t in class. Just Christian, the rest of the geeks and Mr. Harper.

As I come out of the lunch hall, David is stood waiting. I give him one of my smiles and…. Oh, interesting. Before I finish with a wink, he’s stood right in my path. He pulls me to one side and a quiet part of the corridor. Like he doesn’t want to be seen talking to me.

‘Brian, I know what you were up to in the cemetery.’ Ok, is he resorting to blackmail?

‘And?’ I give him a blank look as if to say - I don’t care what you’re going to tell everyone. Let’s see. He looks nervous.

‘We’ll, I, can you meet me there later?’ Bingo.

‘What for? Don’t tell me you’re wanting to see for yourself. You don’t need my help for that, big boy.’ I wink. Line cast. Let’s see if he takes the bait.

He pauses for what seems like ages. I’m not making the next move.

‘I just want to go walk around it and see what goes on. I’ve heard stories and read the paper. I just find it….. interesting. It’s a big place and I don’t know where to look.’ I bet you do gay boy number two, I bet you do.

‘Ok but be warned, you might see stuff you don’t like.’ He won’t. ‘But if you DO see something you like…..’ I brush my arse on the wall playfully, just a little. He blushes.

We agree to meet at 5.30 outside the fish and chip shop up the road from the cemetery - nothing suspicious about that. I need time to prepare after school. Plus, my vodka is in my bedroom. We might need it, it will help him relax.

Bitch face Gemma walks past and says hi with her trademark fake bubbly persona. I tell her she looks like a movie star again today and she smiles like a Cheshire Cat. Total lie, she looks like Barbie dipped in the wrong shade of foundation. Christian just stares ahead as he’s pulled along like a puppy. A really cute, fuckable puppy.

Miss Dolby kept me back late. I’m going to miss the last bus now. Bitch. 100 lines of I will not make inappropriate comments to teachers before tomorrow. Brilliant.

Perfect, the bus is still here. Marcus is standing there like a dullard. I’ll just give him a little incentive to get his arse moving…..

Next thing I know, I’m flat on my back. The fucker pushed me off the bus and started calling me gay boy. Now it’s pulling away with everyone staring at me. Christian catches my eye. He looks even cuter when he’s sad.

I pick myself up and start walking. Ego and elbow bruised. I’ll get over it. The idea of a relaxed David drives me along.

I don’t have time to get home and clean up before meeting him. I’ll just have to hope it’s all good. Quick visit to see mum is required.

Usual buttering up and agreeing to what she wants and the bottle is mine.

I walk up to the chip shop just after 5.15. He’s already there. Eager beaver. He looks so nervous, shifting from foot to foot.

‘Hey. How was school?’ You can see he instantly regrets that classic opening line.

‘Usual shit. So, you ready?’

‘I guess. What do we do? I’m shitting bricks though. So nervous. What if someone sees us?’

‘Just follow my lead. And don’t stare too much. I’ve nabbed a bottle of vodka from the offie, we can drink some of that to calm your nerves.’ His eyes widen and there’s a big accepting grin on his face. That’s him reeled in.

We walk around for about an hour, whispering about shit, he asks me questions, nothing explicit, just general cruising stuff. There’s nothing interesting going on in the bushes - it’s still early. We drink the vodka as we’re walking around, then he gets a bit braver.

‘So what exactly do YOU do up here?’

‘You sure you want to know all the gory details? Like I said, you might not like it.’

‘I…...’ There’s a rustle behind one of the bigger graves. And a distinct grunt.

David stops in his tracks and his ears are pricked up like a rabbit. But to be fair, so are mine.

We creep back along a path to get a decent view of what’s going on. Two guys fucking. Both older and not my type but the act has got to David for sure.

‘What the fuck? They’re proper going at it.’ He whispers, while grabbing a very impressive bulge in his trackies.

‘Yup. You wanted to know what I do up here - that. When I can.’ He stops looking at them for a second.

‘Which one are you?’ Definitely interested now.

‘The one at the front normally.’ He was clearly mulling that one over in his head when he looks back at the grave.

The two fuckers are almost done. They have no idea we’re here but the bottom is taking a battering and from the sounds of his pleas, is about to get loaded bare. I can see the tops cock. It’s pretty thick but not too long. He’s fucking like a jack hammer and soon shoots his load deep into the guys hole. As he pulls out, his load drips on to the dry floor with a splat. It made me giggle.

I hadn’t been watching David. He’s got his cock out and wanking. Fuck his cock is beautiful. About average length and round but it has the most perfect head on it.

He slows down after the two fuckers leave but keeps his cock out.

‘That was fucking hot. And you enjoy getting fucked like that? Doesn’t it hurt?’ Still wanking.

I go through the usual, at first, but then I fucking love it, etc. etc.

‘Do you need a hand with that?’ I need that cock in my mouth at least.

‘Yeah, but just wank me a bit.’ I take hold of him and pull his foreskin back really slowly. He lets out a soft moan and rolls his eyes back in his head. I keep that up for a minute or two then get on my knees, looking up into his eyes. He just nods. I lick the tip of his cock and run my hands all the way down to his balls. He’s shaved them, I can smell the shower gel and shaving foam. He wants this.

I lick all the way to the base and back up. Teasing his head before wrapping my lips around it and licking the underside of his cock. Then, ever so slowly, I take his full length to the back of my throat. I’ve always been lucky to have no gag reflex and keep constant eye contact with him as I take him all the way to his balls.

I stay there while he has a look of shock and pure bliss on his face then slowly pull back up, making sure I move me tongue all round his shaft. I repeat this three of four times. Never breaking eye contact, watching his face contort, is lips mouthing fuck and biting his bottom lip. My spit is dribbling down his balls now. He’s perfectly wet and ready. I ease off and lick the end of his cock as he lets out another moan.

‘Do you want to fuck me?’ The look says it all. He pulls a rubber from his pocket - I knew he wanted it - and hands it to me. I had lube in my bag, fingering some into my hole and the rest over his cock after I put the rubber on. I may not have had time to shower but I’m still clean, I made sure of that. I turn around and bend over a tree branch. He’s as solid as a rock as I grab his cock and ease him in gently. He just stands there to start with as I ease back. He feels so good. I let myself relax then look back at him. He’s just staring at my smooth arse with his dick buried balls deep. Almost as if he can’t believe it. He looks up and I tell him he can go for it.

He holds on to my hips and slowly pulls out. The feeling is intense but boy did I need this. I’ve been lusting after him for ages. Then he starts to find his rhythm. Picking up speed, going in deep, grunting, moaning and telling me how hot my hole is. I reach down to my own cock and start wanking like there’s no tomorrow. I haven’t been fucked like this in so long. I can feel his cock pulsing as he holds me, my balls are starting to pull up, I can feel my cum building, he’s fucking harder now, says he’s going to cum. I tell him to keep going and to shoot his load in me. Suddenly he lets out a massive grunt and pushes so deep inside me, I almost fall into the tree. I hear my shirt rip but I don’t care. As he pumps what feels like 10 shots into my hole, I let out a volley that shoots past my face and right on to the floor. Four or five powerful shots and almost screaming, my arse grips on to David’s cock as he starts to go soft, sweat dripping from both of us.

He collapses on top of me and whispers in my ear.

‘That was fucking incredible. Thank you.’ Yes, it was. I will still be able to feel him inside me next week for sure. You’ve been promoted from gay boy number two to fuck number 1. He slowly pulls out, pulls off the condom, stashes it in his pocket and finishes getting dressed.

I’ve ripped the elbow of my shirt on that tree. That will take some explaining to my mum.

It’s getting late now, almost dark. I walk with David out of the cemetery and he heads home. I need to walk off the drink a bit more before I go back, she’ll know instantly. I’ll walk up the hill to the complex and back again, that will do it.

As I get to the complex, I see Christian with bitch face Gemma. They’re walking to the bus stop. I guess I’ve walked far enough, I’ll wait here and get the bus back down the hill. He’s wearing a tight T-shirt again. I love it when he does that. I’m not sure if he realises you can see his cock down the right leg of his jeans. I secretly hope it’s me that’s causes him to get bigger.

They’re stood behind me now. Somethings up, she’s not holding his hand and for a change, she’s not talking at him. Perhaps he’s finally realised he likes cock. She’s not even talking to me which is nice. I’ll give him a cheeky smile and a wink when he looks at me. See how that lands.

I turn around to look for the bus and sneak a peek. He’s looking at me. She’s off in her own world. I smile and wink at him. He just looks away. Now I’m sad.

The bus arrives and they both get on. This isn't Christian's bus. He must be escorting her home - guilt perhaps? I’m watching out the corner of my eye as she walks down the bus and gets off. Ice cold! Not even a peck on the cheek. Trouble in paradise for sure.

After a minute or two, Christian comes to sit with me. Odd.

‘You really shouldn’t have done that earlier.’ I’m guessing he’s talking about Marcus. I’m not sure he was with it at lunch and I didn’t do anything wrong then.

‘What? Oh, Marcus. He’s a homophobic prick.’ but still fit.

We talk about school a bit, he asks me about my drama and art stuff. Normal conversations really. He keeps staring at me. Into my eyes, at my crotch when he thinks I’m not looking. He’s into me, I’m sure of it.

His 'stop' arrives and get gets up to leave. As he gets to the door, he looks back and smiles at me. Fuck he has a great smile. It makes me smile, like a real proper one, not one of those fake ones I usually give off. I can’t help but watch him as we drive past. He’s looking at me, proper looking. Fuck, I hope I’m not wrong.