The High School Track Star

This story follows a high school crush that develops throughout senior year.  I hope you enjoy it, it may start slow but I think you'll appreciate it in the long run. This is a long story,  so its broken into many parts, the parts were too short to make chapters, so this first chapter consists of 6 parts, additional chapters will eventually follow.

Part 1

The Introduction of Characters

I’ve known of him since the eighth grade in middle school, back when he was a puny lanky blonde kid, the one that carried most of his books all day long. We had a few classes together, and for some reason my eyes were drawn to him, no matter where we were, I’d spot him, at football games, plays, band concerts or even just in the hall. I didn’t realize it then, but ultimately I was infatuated by him and subconsciously I was actually seeking him out, somewhat an adolescent stalker if you will. His name was Bobby.

Fast forward to today, we are both in our senior year of high school. I still didn’t know him very well, other than casual inter class contact. He quite stunningly grew up, his muscular but thin body was nicely proportioned. He had long well proportioned legs, a nicely firmed upward bulbous butt. I could only imagine a fine six pack concealed by his tight formed fitting Tee shirts that he wore daily, broad shoulders. He had a hard sharp jaw line, gently covered with fine blonde fuzz that he trimmed maybe once a week. His blond floppy hair was cropped short on the sides and quite strangled on top with slightly darker roots. He seemed to sport a year round California style tan, I often wondered if it was real or not, or if he had tan lines or not.

Today he was a track star for our school team, I made sure to attend every home and away meet during the season, as my girlfriend Marie was on the cheerleader squad, a perfect excuse for me to unknowingly stalk my prey. His girlfriend was also on the cheering squad, so we often attended the same functions and practices. In hind-site I was using Marie to get closer to him, my high school crush, Bobby.

Finally in this our last senior year together, I made excuses to get closer to him, sit near him, even talk to him to get to know him more. We talked about our girlfriends, and our likes and dislikes, food, sports, music and even got to the point where we became comfortable talking about our girls and what we did and how far we’d get or go with them. Typical boy boy talk and who can top this type conversation.

His girlfriends name is Melissa, He and Melissa had been going together for over a year, me and Marie about six months. My ex girlfriend I had since the 8th grade moved away last year. Marie and I were taking it slow, her idea not mine.

I’ll go out on a date with Marie at least once a week maybe twice, otherwise we enjoyed hanging out together after school every day but our friends were always there, often we’d hang with her friends at the park or around town or the mall. But once a week Marie and I would go to the movies, the ice cream shop or just go for a drive, by ourselves. Even then I was a senior and I had a car, so often I was the carpool for events and functions.

Marie was good for me, or so I thought, sometimes we made out in the car in a secluded spot, take late night walks after the movies or mall. We became very familiar with each other, we became very hand-see if you get my drift. We often necked, kissed face, mouth and neck, while my hands made their move to first base and hers did the same. It seemed to take us forever to get any further, but I didn’t want to push my luck. I enjoyed being around Marie and her friends.

One day she felt me up through my jeans, I thought we were progressing to a better place, she rubbed my hardening dick but left me hanging too soon, to my disappointment. I just figured I’d one day get to that place where I could be happy. Often I went home and took care of things myself, but I realize now, unconsciously my thoughts almost always went to Bobby, and his physique. I had an image burned in my head of this blonde Adonis kid who was at the top of every girls dance card.

My senior year was going good, I was proud of myself, I just scored a great used car that I saved for with my part time jobs, and my single mom paid for half. My dad left and was never heard from again when I was about 8, we’ve been alone for the past 10 years, I don’t remember much about him, Mom had to struggle to get where we were, She was a great influence on me, she had a great work ethic, She taught me to go for what I wanted and not to stop until I got it, set my goals high, and I was good to her as well, we had a close relationship that many of my friends couldn’t say they shared. We had no secrets (within reason) but I could always talk to her about absolutely anything. We also respected each other and we wanted each other to have happiness.

I later found out Bobby’s parents were very conservative, but well off, his dad was strict, and more or less forced him into being the track star that he was. Bobby had rough times as a kid being small and lanky, he got picked on a lot. His dad forced him to grow up and stand up for himself. He was tough on the outside but still parts of that old personality existed inside. They lived on the outskirts of town, they had a summer camp about 2 hours away, but Bobby didn’t have his own car, he had to borrow either his moms or dads, later I discovered this was another way his parents controlled him. Bobby was up for several track scholarships and his dad made sure he wouldn’t miss out on the best opportunity.

I’m still a virgin I guess, I’ve never really gone all the way. I’ve had my share of Kissing, and many boob through the blouse touching, limited naked boob and occasional stink finger in a nice wet pussy. I’ve ha girls kiss me, massages, and a lot of show me yours moments, my dick has been touched, jerked off (never well) and One count them Only One real blow job from a girl.

In the chapters to follow, I’m about to eventually come of age, and boy did I surprise myself, my senior year will be a series of trials and tribulations. Up until this year I thought I was your everyday average straight teenager growing up in middle class America, home, family, car, friends, and a steady girlfriend or two

Part 2

The Camaraderie, and Friendship Begins to Develop

One day after school, Marie was hanging out with Melissa sitting on a garden wall, and I walked toward them as I usually met Marie after class. Marie indicated that Bobby (my Track Star) had tickets to a concert in the city and that we could go if we drove (meaning me) and if we (meaning me again) paid for one of the tickets, as neither of them had vehicles of their own for the night. So naturally I agreed, since it would be a double date and an opportunity to get Marie alone for the night afterwards, once her parents knew she’d be at a legitimate event, and our return from the city might be delayed (plan plan plan). It also meant that we would be in the presence of Mr popular, Bobby the school track star, it never hurt to be seen with him. Bobby was on the approach and soon joined us as we headed for the Burger Joint up the street for a snack, and set our plans in motion. If Bobby was anything like me, then we were both thinking of how we were going to get the Girl afterwards, only his night could start on the drive home in the back seat. (That is also what rear view mirrors are good for). Marie and Melissa were already seated together on one side of the booth, while Bobby and me returned with the food and so we sat next to each other on the opposite side. We talked and had a great time, I was in a good place feeling that I had my girlfriend across from me and what was now my secret crush sitting right next to me.

Anyway the concert was two weeks away, and Bobby had a big track meet this Friday night in the next town, so I offered to drive us all, and that way the girls and Bobby skipped the bus and the parents, and if the parents showed they leave right after leaving the 4 of us to our own pleasures, kind of a trial run of how concert night may go. The girls were doing their cheering thing on the field, the guys were warming up and stretching on the sidelines in front of the away bleachers, and I was sitting pretty much alone in the visitors bleachers as very few parents or students came out tonight. I guess I should have been watching the girls work out, but I found myself uncontrollably drawn to watching the tiny track short wearing guys closest to me. What was wrong with me? Then I realized it was Bobby I was concentrated on most. I was trying to look up the boys short legs (Bobby’s), seeing the outlines of the dicks through the shorts as they bounced under the material as they ran in place. They did stretching splits, touching their toes with their hands and dropping their heads practically in their laps, I wondered if this flexibility gave them the opportunity to try to give themselves a blow job, hummm boy I wish I could do that. The track shorts were tiny compared to most and the stretches show either underwear or jocks. The thought of those dicks just above the hem of those shorts wow. When the guys ran sprints I could see dicks bouncing, hurdles I saw dicks in shorts bouncing, high jumps I saw dicks bouncing, twists and bends I could see outlines of dicks just under the cloth, as the night progressed I saw tank toped torso and sweat soaked chests. I found myself getting hard and worked up, wanting to relieve myself several times. I snapped a lot of photos, and even a couple of videos thinking they would want me to share them after the meet. I was actually disappointed when it was over, too soon way too soon, I could have watched them for hours more.

The girls changed quickly and met me at the car. Sweaty Bobby threw me a “only be a minute” wave as he headed off to hit the showers knowing that I would keep the girls company at the car. We all got in the car and headed for the local ice cream shop. I felt guilty when Marie asked me how I liked her moves today, when I replied back something like “As beautiful as ever”, and “You don’t hear me complaining do you”? Then Bobby asked (seemingly me) how he did, and I started off by explaining his every move and event, suddenly realizing I was being too much into his performance, so I backed off. He said “Don’t be shy, we all know you loved my performance”. I blushingly looked away, and said something like “You know it baby, if I didn’t have Marie I’d have you” and I jokingly leaned over and hugged him, thank goodness we all laughed at that.

Each day in school I seemed to seek Bobby out, we began to hang out together more and more. After each encounter, I found out I longed for him, his companionship, I wished to take my instincts further, but I was scared. I envisioned us in a forbidden relationship, I wanted it to go further, I fantasized him sexually teasing me, watching him and his track star naked body flood my dreams and playing with my emotions. Was I really falling for him? I was and it was really hard.(in more ways than one) I found myself jerking off every free moment that I was alone, thinking of him all the time now, he has replaced every porno, nudie magazine and strip show girl I ever fantasized about. I was falling hard, but he was off limits, I thought.

We headed home I dropped Bobby off first, cause his house was closest, realizing dropping him off last could have been more advantageous to me. He kissed Mellissa good night (it was a pretty good long one), as Marie was scooched over next to me, he grabbed his bag and headed up the walk. Next I dropped Melissa, we waited till she was inside before driving off toward Maries, I pulled off into a dark side road hoping to relieve some pent up pressures of the night. Marie and I made out for a few minutes, I got one hand up her blouse when she said she wanted to go home. Shit another dead end. I dropped her home and said goodnight to mom, and headed to bed.

It was a warm night and I lay under my sheet in my boxers, as I couldn’t get my mind off the boys, particularly Bobby, I began to unconsciously touch myself, pulling and tugging, eventually unsnapping my shorts releasing the beast (not really a beast), and grabbed my phone realizing if I didn’t get to share the photos with them, I could make use of them. I swiped through a few photos and found one of Bobby, it was hot, I began working my meat with extra effort as I zoomed in on his shorts, a few more swipes and I was ready to release my load, unprepared I shot directly up into the tented sheets, I messed up the sheets, Damn now I’d have to hide and clean this from mom.

Part 3

The Concert and Admitting Attraction

The day of the concert came, I picked up Marie, swung by Melissa’s, then over to Bobby’s, and off to the concert we went. I assumed the girls would sit together in the middle between us guys, but to my surprise, Bobby maneuvered me and him to the center seats. Marie leaned on my left shoulder and held my hand on my thigh, as Melissa did to Bobby pretty much the same. Now the thought ran through my head, how and why did he do this? I just assumed the girls being cheer mates would sit together in between each of us guys, but no, maybe it was just my wishful thinking that this was actually being planned by Bobby.

The show started and we were out of our seats more than in, jumping and holding hands and dancing with each other, it was great. At one point Bobby grabbed my hand and we raised them up over our heads while jumping up and down, as we looked at each other’s faces. For the first time our eyes made contact, I looked deep inside right through to his brain, he did the same to me, suddenly the music was gone and there was silence, almost as if we were alone. Those deep blue iridescent eyes, staring right back into mine. For the first time I felt, there was a spark between us, we made a connection, was it real or am I imagining this?

Back to reality, after the concert, we stopped at a burger joint, it was after midnight, the girls were getting antsy, and they didn’t want to push their curfew. We headed home, Bobby and Melissa in the back seat necking, Marie next to me, hand on my thigh, I bypassed Bobby’s house this time to drop Melissa first so he could walk her to the door, which he did. As he walked from the car, I saw him slip his hand down the backside, inside of her pants as she leaned in for a kiss. Marie and I made out in the car while they were gone, first base again for me, then Bobby was back, as he slid into the back seat saying “Don’t let me interrupt, take your time”. We broke apart as I drove away, debating and contemplating if I could make an excuse to take Marie home first, when she asked if I could take her since it was closer and Bobby lived on the backtrack, so she wouldn’t miss curfew. YES! I thought to myself score!  better than first base. I dropped Marie, walked her to the door hoping for some additional touchy-feely but frustratingly not, her dad turned the porch light on before getting to the front door, he opened it and she went in..

I returned to the car, hand grasping my crotch so bobby could see, I could see he was laughing and giving me the old Jerk Off hand signal. Bobby already moved to the passenger seat. Bobby said “Dead end for you too huh”? I replied “Yup same as you” as I drove off. I was headed for Bobby’s house and he asked to pull over at the ball field so we could talk. I almost drove off the road with those words in anticipation, maybe it isn’t my imagination, or could he baiting me. We got out and walked around the diamond, we stopped and sat in the dugout, continuing to talk, our talk wandered into somewhat forbidden territory, what we have and hadn’t gone before. There I was sitting six inches away from my crush, he isn’t the puny little blonde nerd I knew in the 7th grade, he could take me down instantly, I looked at his crotch, even in the moonlight I could see a nice bulge in his pants, my dick got instantly hard. I wanted to so much reach over and grab him, I’ve never been so focused yet afraid to act, suddenly he said something, that drew my eyes from his crotch to his face, as I looked into those eyes, I think I heard what he was saying but I’m not quite sure. I opened myself up and told him Marie had never gone further than first base, and I haven’t had a blow job since my last girlfriend moved away. He responded in sympathy, but that’s all I got, I opened my heart and emotions to him and that’s all I still got, a dead end and I didn’t risk making a move and losing the closeness I currently shared with him. I dropped him home and went home to beat off in misery. Out came the photos again, and I thought about his hand grabbing mine and us all jumping up and down making eye contact, Damn there was something there as I shot my load , this time I had my tissues.

The next few days we hung together quite a bit. I was addicted, I became infatuated with trying to conquer this addiction, I wanted him so bad, I think I was willing to risk it all, I convinced myself I was going to do it, somewhere, somehow. One afternoon the girls had a day competition, Bobby suggested we hang till the girls came home. Great I thought, we went to my house and hung out, Mom was working, wed be alone, Bobby sat on my bed, took out a textbook and worked on some homework. I sat on the end of my bed and started a video game. He began talking to me asking questions and I paused the game dropped the controller in my lap and directed him to the proper page, I reached over flipping the pages as he lowered the book to his lap. There I was only about an inch between my fingers and his dick with only the book and his pants separating us. I decided to make a move, I raised my hand to his stomach and tickled him, his abs were hard as he tensed up, I liked the feel, as he fell back away from me dropping the book in laughter. As he rose back up he grabbed the controller from my lap, oh my God the back of his fingers brushed against my hardened dick through my pants, Christ did he realize what he just did? Did he realize I was hard? I was scared yet very glad it happened, as I thought to myself how great that felt. I was somewhat more excited than I ever was with any girl even touching my naked dick.

Suddenly Bobby then got a text, it was the girls, they were back at the school, ready to get picked up, so that ended my chances for today, damn it, off we went to get them, we hung out for the rest of the afternoon at the diner eating junk food and soda. My day ended with my self satisfying cell phone photos and my right hand.

Part 4 

The Tease Continues and an Opportunity?

We all were at the next track meet, I drove us 4 again, Bobby was the star as usual, I brought my mom’s digital camera, with the telephoto lens this time, and likewise I wasn’t sure about the girl’s job (again).

The girls and I were already hanging at the car waiting for Bobby to take his “Quick” shower, when Melissa got a text from him asking me to meet him down in the locker room, as he was finished showering and needed to talk to me. So I left them at the car with my keys and I headed inside. The rest of the boys had pretty much thinned out, as I walked toward the back checking each row for Bobby, wondering what the heck he wanted me for. But it also gave me an opportunity to possibly checkout some guys, other than my normal gym class guys. Then I saw him, there he was, standing naked, with only a towel around his waist. For the first time I saw a distinctive 6 pack, nice and tan, still wet, a Adonis in my eyes stood before me. I glanced an obvious glance to the towel front where an his obvious dick bulge protruded outward as it bounced slightly as he moved from side to side, and a open slit that split wider exposing one leg up toward his waist and the loose knot holding the towel in place. Incidentally there were no tan lines. I tried to inconspicuously move to improve my view trying to see either his side butt cheek which was firm and muscular, his thin legs climaxed into thick thighs just below his firm buttocks. If I could see his butt, perhaps I might get a glance at his dick through the other side. It didn’t happen, I saw enough, but not enough, and it was obvious I was looking, how obvious? Did he know? I sat down on the bench as he turned his back toward me, then the unexpected, he dropped his towel and dried his back, giving me a full fledged view of his ass in all its perfectly shaped glory, with a fine blonde peach fuzz coating those round and bulbous cheeks, as he dried himself off, rubbing the towel across his back and under his ass cheeks and between his legs, right on down to his feet. I stared at his image from behind, my dick bulging hard in my jeans, one leg up on the bench the other on the floor as he split his legs apart exposing the back of his nice smooth ball sack. He grabbed some boxer briefs from the locker and stepped into them one leg at a time yet again exposing a nicely shaped ball sack under those ass cheeks that my eyes were glued to. He then snapped the elastic waist band with his thumbs as he turned face forward toward me. My eyes still focused on his bulge, he had to know I was looking, especially as I tried to adjust my own bulge, it was obvious, but he continued to dress, put his arm around me as he closed the locker and we walked out to meet the girls. I still had a bulging hard on that I had to try to hide, I put my hands in my pockets as we went to the burger joint to celebrate the win. So damn close today, should I have made my move? Is he teasing me? Does he know? Could he possibly want me to want him as bad as I did? Damn, what do I do?

I drove them home, went to bed as usual, as I lay awake a good portion of the night thinking every scenario through my head, after relieving myself once again, but tonight I used the mental pictures in my head, I was ready to delete the phone photos, it was an unusually quick and very sensual orgasm as I shot harder than I can ever remember before, so much so I tried it twice.

Then on Thursday night Bobby texted me, he said he and a friend we’re headed to his parents camp at the lake, did I want to come? He said he bring some food and fixins, maybe he could score a few beers, there’s some hiking trails and a lake and 2 bedrooms and a couch, Shit, I immediately answered yes, and started to pack some shit, before he even hung up, I asked him if the girls were coming and he immediately replied “No, it’s a guys only weekend besides, didn’t I remember they had an out of town competition this weekend “? “Oh yeah” I replied, he said “We can leave Friday night and head back home Sunday afternoon in time to meet the girls after their competition”. He said he’d pick me up right after school unless we ditched some classes and got off earlier, wed figure it out, shortly after we hung up. My dick immediately hardened, but wait, who was his friend? and this could hinder my move, if I were to make a move, but also, what do I do if he rejects me, I could be left at the lake, kicked out or even get the shit kicked out of me or even killed, but wasn’t he already coming on to me? Teasing me? Shit what do I do and how do I approach this? And it could screw up our friendship and the girls. Did we really want to confront our sexuality, maybe I’m in a phase, because Marie wont put out, maybe he is too. Or is it just me am I reading too much into this, what the Fuck man, what do I do. Mom always said go for what you want and don’t stop till you’ve achieved it. Did that apply in this situation? Furthermore was I gay? Or was this just an infatuation? Damn was I consumed by Bobby, its screwing with my mind, every minute of the day.

Part 5

The Cabin

Friday Morning came Bobby called said his mom needed their car, could I drive? I immediately said yes, Ill drive to school and well swing by your house after to get your stuff. 2pm came and Bobby and I headed out the door and drove towards his house. Shit, Fuck, I was low on gas and money as well, I got to his house and explained my dilemma, he replied no problem and he paid at the station. I asked where we had to go he said just head up route 9 till it ends, and then questioned, what about your friend? Bobby replied he woosied out, as a smile came across my face. About 2 hours later we made it to the dirt road leading to the cabin, I carried in the bags and food, he grabbed the cooler, filled with some food and beer I discovered later, as he unlocked the door, and we entered the musty smelling old wood paneled cabin, opening some windows to air it out, put the food on the wooden kitchen counter, and he grabbed some wood from a woodshed outside the back door and began to make a fire in the fireplace. Holy shit I thought to myself this place would be the most fantastic place to fuck a guy for my first possible gay sex, my dick and I couldn’t stop thinking, or wishing what mine as well as his next move would be. A simple but complex game of cat and mouse needed to start. The cabin was small, with 2 loft bedrooms up a crude uneven wooden staircase. Bobby said it was built in the 1890’s but they added a bathroom, water and electric sometime in the 1950’s. he got the fire lit, as I tossed a frozen pizza into the oven. He said let’s take the bags upstairs. He said I’ll race you, I beat the track star to the base of the stairs, ahhh he couldn’t pass me now. I hopped up 2steps at a time when I felt him grab my right ankle making me trip and fall into the uneven stairs, my duffle bag saved my head from hitting but I twisted my left ankle and smashed my left thigh into the rough sawn boards. Bobby quickly apologized and helped me up to the top, sitting me on the bed, going back for the bags. I was in pain, but I tried not to show it, but he knew anyway.

He pushed me to lay down on the bed, approached my waist and began to undo my belt and fly, pulling my pants off exposing my boxer briefs in all their glory, what a perfect situation, was it on purpose? I just lay there, waiting openly for his next move, but he grabbed my ankle and twisted it back and forth, also saying the refrigerator was off, he should turn it on to make some ice which would take too long. He left me saying he had an idea and he’d be right back.

He came back with 3 beers, one for me, one for him, and one for my ankle. He took my belt out of my jeans and actually tied the beer to my ankle and wrapped a towel around it, it actually was freaking cold. After a few sips, he put his beer down and grabbed my leg at the knee and began working his thumbs into my thigh meat, working slowly up my leg. He asked how does that feel any better? He went up and down, back and forth, and his hands were wrapped around my leg. The bulge in my briefs had to be obvious, as he worked his thumbs into my skin, up closer and closer each time. He continually kept asking “How does that feel, any better?” I replied jokingly as a defense “Any better and you’ll have to buy me dinner”. He laughed and said wait I did buy dinner, Shit the pizza is burning” as he ran downstairs, leaving me hanging on the edge with my dick that I had to rub around till he came back.

He came back with a pizza on the empty box saying he didn’t want to dirty a plate, he brought paper towels and 2 more cold beers. We were only 18 but those beers went down easy, especially with the hot pizza. My dick returned to normal disappointedly as Bobby asked me if my thigh was better, I told him he did a great job working it and it really felt great, as I said to him “Someday you’ll have to give me a full massage”, (hint,hint) and he replied, “Well in track the trainer really massages our aches and pains, I must have learned something.” Damn we were so close, at this point I was resigned it wasn’t going to happen tonight.

Part 6

The Attack

After a few more beers, he left me on that bed and he crossed over the loft to the other bedroom separated only by a railing overlooking the living area downstairs, where we readied to go to bed. As I looked across the rail at him stripping first he removed his shirt, then his pants, Shit again, no underwear, he was stark naked and I saw his dick for the first time, as he turned toward me, granted it was 7 feet away on the other side of a railing, but he was there in all his glory, I was mesmerized by its slight bounce as he slid on his sweat pants, he came back over to my side, still shirtless, asking if I’d be ok, I said “Yeah, but I usually sleep nude”, (time to make a move) “I hate to ask, could you help me get my briefs off”. There I made my move as I pulled off my shirt. He replied “sure, I’ve seen lots of guys nude before, you’re just one more” while that statement led me to some disappointment, my dick was rock hard anyway, and it would soon be revealed to my high school crush Bobby. I started to wiggle my thumb in the waistband to pull them down, when he said, “wait” and he put both hands in the waistband at my hips and slid them down over my big little me as it bounced off the waistband to my belly button, as I looked into his iridescent blue eyes, he smiled and jokingly said “Well someone is a little happy to see me”. I said “What do you mean little?” He climbed on the bed straddling me, and again to my disappointment put my briefs over my head, pulling them down over my face blinding me, then it happened,……. he touched me,………. he gave my dick a tug,……. and said “you like this”? …….“Is this what you wanted all along”? …….His hand was clenched around my shaft, and I replied “Yes please” half jokingly just in case I needed to deny it was a serious moment.

He did…. he kept it up, he gently massaged my shaft, his naked chest dropping down to my knees radiating heat from all sides as I placed my hands on his shoulders, and his head dropped to my dick, as he licked the top, and gradually worked rings around the head. I was stiffer than I’d ever been before, my dicks insides wanted to explode, I waited for what seemed years for this moment and as much as I wanted to savor it, I was overcome with pleasure, more than I’ve ever experienced with myself or my only other girlfriend, in fact Bobby’s blowjob beginnings on me were the best I’ve ever had. He took a few more licks on my dick head, as I brought my hands up to the short bristly hairs on the back of his neck, just below his flopping long blonde hair, that I just realized was brushing against my stomach, and I shot my load into his mouth as he swallowed all of it. Christ I thought, has he done this before?…. It was like it was normal,…. I was scared silly, and he took it in stride, I can tell he even enjoyed it, shit why did I waste so much time priming the situation? Although satisfied, I was disappointed he never made it off my knob, before I blew. I blew too quickly, Somehow he knew that, as those blue eyes looked up at me and he looked back down at my still hard dick and he engulfed it right into my pubes, my entire dick was inside Bobby’s mouth, his nose was in my pubes, and he stretched his tongue out and tickled the top of my ball sack. What the hell, was he a contortionist? How’d he do all that, and then it happened,….. I came again, Fuck I’ve never cum twice that quick before, holy shit, this is great!

Fuck now what? Realizing we’re at that awkward spot, what do we say, what do we do next? How’s this all going to work? Shit Marie, Melissa! What have we done?

Bobby stood up, as I lay watching him, then he slid the sweat pants down revealing his beautiful lengthy but slim hanging member as it gently swung in front of his balls, his torso and private parts were smooth, he climbed onto the bed feet toward my head and said a simple “Now it’s my turn”. As his beautiful dick didn’t get any longer but thicker and hardened, as it pointed directly to my mouth. I just stared at it at first, then I reached out and touched it, I had never touched another dick before, shit now it seems like bobby was experienced and I didn’t want to screw this up, I admitted, “I never did this before”, he said “Just do it”, as I stuck out my tongue out and touched the meaty part around the slit, then I gradually moved to the slit, dividing it open with my tongue, and tasting his lubricating pre cum, slightly salty, bitter but also so slippery. As I stared and fretted about what and how to do next, I realized bobby was already working his magical mouth on my shaft again, lord I never dreamed of this ecstasy. I touched his balls in their tight hairless sack, closed my eyes and gagged as I got half way down his shaft, he came off me and declared “no teeth”, as I realized I hurt his sensitive skin. His shaft felt smooth on my tongue as the top of it’s head hit the roof of my mouth, I pulled off and his mushroom ring wasn’t as smooth but he squirmed with pleasure as I encircled his bulb, he began rocking himself into my mouth, as he told me to gently suck in, Bobby was now face fucking me, I heard gasps of air escape like small farts from the edges of my lips where the seal was broken, I opened and gasped again to try to keep the vacuum motion going, when Bobby yelled he was cumming, I tried to be brave and accept his ribbons of hot cum but I had to pull off choking after the first shot. He reached down, continued to jerk the remaining ribbons into my face, then nonchalantly went back to work on my dick, where I came yet again. Three Fucking times!!! I was convinced I was in love, I wanted nothing more than to stay there the rest of my life.  How did I do though? Was he satisfied? Was I good enough? Did he feel the same way? Oh lord, I finally achieved my goal, but now I had so many more issues to hurdle over, after all he was the track star, could I pass the hurdle test?

He collapsed, we were intertwined on each other, as he said to me,” I’ve been wanting you since the 10th grade”, I replied “I’ve had my eye on you since the 8th, but didn’t know it till earlier this year, and I kind of admit, I think I’ve been staking you for quite some time”, he replied, “I know it took you so freaking long to make a move I was beginning to think you weren’t interested”. “Shit”, I said, “I knew I wasn’t gay and I doubted very much you were, and yet I was uncontrollably attracted to you. Are we gay”? I asked, he replied “At least I think were Bi, I’ll tell you that”, then he said “I enjoy sex with guys”. To which I replied “So you’ve done this before”? He said “yeah, he and a couple of friends have “experimented” but they wrote it off as dress rehearsals for girls. But then he said he can’t get a girl to go all the way, and “They just don’t do good blowjobs, not at all”, I admitted he was better than my last girlfriend who gave me a sympathy BJ right before she left town, and that’s the one and only BJ I’ve ever got, until tonight, “does this count as one or three?” I asked, He said “I think it’s one for me, but we can call yours three”.

Watch for Chapter two coming soon, where do we go from here?