John and I

Author’s Note: There are going to be some time lapses in this story because I don't remember every interaction I had that year, nor is all of it important to the core of the story. That being said I'll do my best to illustrate time gaps. Please Email me with any feedback!

The December snow covered the school as I walked through the front entrance. It was blisteringly cold, even for me. My nose was red, and I was short of breath. “That is the last time I miss the bus”. I mumbled to myself.

Stepping through into the school’s warm entrance hall, I smelled a familiar scent. Cinnamon…

The public school I attended wasn't very well funded, but breakfast was one of the few things it did a decent job of. I walked to the cafeteria and beelined for the cinnamon buns. Sitting down at my usual table was Alfredo.

“Hey,” I said as I sat down. “Ready for Golob’s test?”

He looked up from his book and laughed. “Not at all, I completely forgot about that”.

“It's cool, it'll be easy. We've been doing the work so the test has to be easy, right?” I said, tearing off my first bit of pastry.

“Hopefully. Oh, hey Johnny” Frey (Alfredo) said, looking behind me.

“Hey Alfredo. Edwin were you gonna come play Minecraft with us?” John asked, face inches above my shoulder.

The last few months I had gotten John really into this game called Minecraft. Basically you can build stuff and it's cool. We and a few other friends had started building a mega castle in the same world and had done so pretty much every morning.

“Yeah I'm coming I'm just finishing off this delicious gift of God.” I managed to get out through a mouth full of dough.

“Gross. Haha, alright I'll see you there”. He said. As he left, he rubbed his hand on my back, kind of as a parting gesture.

I smiled after him. We had gotten closer, but we both lived pretty isolated home lives so we had yet to hang out much outside of school. I did go to see a few of his games, and he was pretty good. As far as I could tell anyways.

I kept talking with Frey until I finished my breakfast and then went to see if we could finally decide on just how we wanted the entrance to our castle to look.

In 4th period John helped me with a project we'd been working on the last few weeks. It was a new decoration for our school’s Christmas night. Wooden stars that we were going to paint to decorate the various trees in the building. It required very precise woodwork that I was incapable of.

I helped though, holding the base steady crouched underneath our workspace, so that he could sand the edges without worry. I was only half a foot away from John. Well away from John’s jeans, crouched as I was. And what lay inside them. I had begun to fantasize more and more about what was in those jeans, and what I could do about it. It got to the point where I had to hide an erection for most of 4th period everyday.

Once he was done we both covered the star with polish and then talked while we waited for it to dry.

“What happened with Barcenas’ test?” I asked him. Math wasn't his best subject.

He laughed. “I got a C! I told you I would pass”.

His confidence amused me. I told him I was proud of him and started talking about this new show on TV. He seemed really interested in it. We watch about half an episode in class but had to stop because a very NSFW scene started playing and we didn't want to get caught.

Glancing around to make sure no one was paying attention he lowered his voice before speaking. “That guy was getting it on man”.

I chuckled a little and blushed. “Was he though? He wasn't really doing much, just standing there”.

“A blowjob’s a blowjob, doesn't matter what you do while it's happening.” He replied.

I didn't agree. “So if he was reading a book or watching a movie and someone randomly started blowing him, you would still congratulate him?”

“Hell yeah, I'd wish it was me.” He countered fiercely.

At the time I didn't realize that he had set me up so perfectly. Thinking back, I probably could have done something then and saved a lot of time.

As it was he said he had to go to the bathroom. I told him to hurry up because the bell was going to ring.

A few minutes passed and he didn't come back, so as the bell rang I grabbed his stuff and went to the restroom. In the woodshop, there was a small hallway between the woodshop and the welding room, with a single occupant bathroom. This is where John had gone.

I decided to be late to my next class (it was just world history) to wait for John. I was a very good bullshitter, so if I was with him I could make up a reason we were late. That way neither of us got into trouble. I waited for another 3 minutes before he came out looking flushed.

And very surprised to see me waiting for him.

“What the fuck, Edwin! Geezus, scared the shit out of me”. He exclaimed.

“What exactly were you going in there?” I asked him. He was short of breath and I noticed (because I couldn't help noticing) that he had a sizeable bulge going on in his jeans. It was pretty obvious what took him so long.

He didn't think so, apparently. “I was taking a dump, what else would I be doing? Come on I have to get to Zamora's. I walked with him since his class was on the way to mine, but nobody stopped us. Right before he knocked on his classroom's door I tapped him on the shoulder.

“If you ever need to do something like that again, I could help you out. You seem to be a fan of blowjobs.” I whispered. Before he could respond I walked passed, scared as shit and hoping to death he didn't follow.

The rest of the day was a blur. I vaguely remember getting home and taking a nap, eating dinner (barely) and going to bed. I was too nervous to jerk off that night.

At school the next day I avoided John, hoping I wouldn't have to confront the effects of what I had stupidly decided was a good idea at the time. I couldn't avoid him in 4th, however; and he knew it.

Pearson asked for volunteers to bring some equipment over from the welding shop, and get some paperwork from the office. John volunteered us. Walking out of the shop and into the short hallway he turned to me.

“Were you serious about what you said? About helping me out?” He seemed to have a very serious, confused look on his face. Trying to figure out if it was a prank.

I could barely meet his eyes. Finally I worked up the courage and strength to stare directly into his handsome face. “Yes”.

He looked at me for a second, multiple seconds. I was about to blurt out something like an apology when he nodded. “Ok, come here”.

He led me to the welding room, where against one wall was a ladder. He went up it and disappeared into a small alcove that was used as storage. I followed him and realized it was way bigger than it looked. What I had thought was a small room actually ended up being a giant loft. Extending almost 15 ft back from the ladder that serves as its only entrance.

Going to the back of the space, I realized I couldn't see the welding room. More importantly, anyone in the welding room couldn't see us. We were hidden.

It was very dusty, with old machines scattered throughout. But it was hidden. That was the main thing. The important thing. Welding students only ever used the room on project days, which were few and far between in the mostly lecture class. But still, it was safe.

John stood in front of me, seemingly oblivious to the reason we were here. Almost shy. I took initiative and stepped towards him, before slowly crouching, then sinking to my knees. He looked down at me, almost scared.

“Hey, it's ok. If you want me to stop just say so, but I think I want to do this.” I told him, reaching for his belt buckle.

He nodded, closed his eyes, but then opened them. Staring intently at me as I unbuckled his belt and unclasped the top button on his jeans. Anticipation flowed through me as I waited for a moment. Processing what was about to happen.

I wanted it, I know that for sure. Maybe at the time I wasn't sure, but now… I'm sure I wanted it, at that moment in time. Alone in our hidden place above the welding room floor.

I unzipped his pants and drew them to his ankles, asking him to take off his shoes and step out of them. He did so, standing there in his grey boxer briefs. An absolutely painful tent creating a drop of damp in the front of his shorts.

Looking up at him I questioned, without words, if he wanted me to proceed.

“Please”. Was all he said.

I leaned in at first and sniffed, letting his smell wave into my nose. He smelled musky, of sweat, but also of… soap? He smelled raw and slightly salty. A gift of the precum that was soaking the cotton. I pulled down the waistband of his shorts and took stock of the situation.

He was pretty big, as long as me and thicker by a noticeable amount. His pubes trimmed for neatness but still lengthy. A condensed jungle that crested into a spattering of hair on his balls and around his cock. His legs were furry mounds of muscle on either side of his crotch and I slowly kissed each one in turn. Working my way inwards to what I really wanted. Dragging his foreskin back with my hand I licked the head of his cock.

I liked the taste of precum. I still do. It was all the persuading I needed. Looking up into his eyes just once, I went for it. Taking his cock into my mouth about 4 inches in, I lavished it with my tongue. I heard him groan his approval above me.

I had never done this before, but I could imagine how it felt. Imagined what I would like to be done to me. Pulling off I provided suction all the way up, releasing before pushing my head down again. Further. I sank up and down, tongue running across his head every time I had his tip in my mouth. The salty taste spilling onto my taste buds with greater force than before. I decided to try and get all of him in my mouth. This was how I found out I could control my gag reflex.

He was gasping the whole time, but as I slid all the way down until my nose was inhaling the scene told him, he groaned in ecstasy. I felt myself fighting the confines of my jeans. I was rocking a hard erection. Rubbing myself through my jeans I groaned, the vibrations traveling into John’s cock, firmly lodged in my throat.

“Fuck….” John hissed through clenched teeth. I felt him start to rock his hips slightly. Forcing more of him into my throat. I felt his head pop in and out, and swallowed as well as I could. Squeezing his cock on his way out.

We developed a rhythm, as I worked his cock as well as I could. His precum and my spit providing the only lube. Reaching around, I took hold of his ass to steady myself, kneading the firm muscle. He seemed to like that a lot. His breath was catching in rapid waves, and I felt him shaking more and more.

I didn't know what to do, didn't think this far ahead. I wanted to swallow his cum, but what if I hated it? How the hell would I tell him that his cum tasted terrible?

I kept going, determination taking hold. I held him in place and bobbed my head up and down, tracing every vein with my tongue. Following the outline of his head through the foreskin, before pulling it back and licking the underside. I placed just the head in my mouth and applied suction, caressing it with the sides of my mouth and my tongue.

Before I knew it, he came, spurt after spurt of hot cum coating my tongue, bathing it in salty flavor. I hummed in content, finding my own orgasm as I stroked myself through my jeans. His cries grew louder, to the point I had to squeeze his ass as a signal to quiet down.

We stayed there panting for a few moments, coming down off the orgasmic high. Once he had softened, John slipped his cock out of my mouth and laughed.

“That was awesome". He said. I got up from my position on my knees and smiled, wiping my mouth.

“Yeah, it was”.

Author's Note: Part Three coming soon. Hoping to post one installment at least every two days. Make sure to give any feedback!