Date: Wed, 5 Mar 2008 19:58:52 -0800
From: dsc110875@hotmail.com
Subject: Quarterback with the Emerald Eyes - Part 1

This story is fiction.  Any similarity to any persons living or dead is
merely a coincidence.  If you are not allowed by law to view this material,
please do not do so. If you are under 18 years of age, please leave now.
This is a love story between two barely under the age of 18 year old boys
in high school.  If that offends you, I apologize and ask that you not read
any further.  Otherwise, enjoy.

Quarterback with the Emerald Eyes -- Part 1

        I really don't know where to begin.  How about I start with
describing myself and give you some background on how I learned I was gay.
My name is Blake; I live in Atlanta and have just graduated high school.
Tall, about 6'1", 230 pounds, 18 years old, dark blond hair and crystal
blue eyes.  All the girls think I'm hot, (their words not mine) and have
even seen some of the guys jealous because I attract so much attention.
I've known I was gay for a couple of years but could never tell anyone
about it for fear they would say something to other people.

        I lost my virginity, orally only, when I was 16.  It was around
Christmas time and I had to run to the mall to pick up a few items, when
the urge to go to the bathroom was overwhelming.  With three bags in hand,
I found the corridor to the restrooms and ran as fast as I could.  Once in
the stall, bags down and coat on the back of the door, I sat and did my
business.  Once I was done cleaning up, I finally got a look around the
stall and saw a hole leading into the next stall.  My first thought was
`What the hell is this for?' but once the stall was occupied, I quickly
figured it out.

        The man next to me sat and I immediately turned my eyes forward but
couldn't help but glance sideways at the hole.  When I did, I saw the other
man's penis.  It was a nice size, I guess.  After a quick glance, I would
then turn forward again.  I was nervous I think for fear this guy would see
my penis, so I pulled my shirt a little forward to cover myself.  But
curiosity kept getting the better of me and I kept glancing through the
hole.  There was no change on the other side until I looked again and the
guy had his hand wrapped around his shaft which was completely hard by now.
As I looked, I had a strange feeling inside and then realized it was
actually between my legs.  I lifted my shirt and saw that I had a raging
hard on and didn't know why.

        When I glanced back at the man, he was slowly stroking his hard
penis.  I kept my eyes on the hole and watched with excitement and horror.
I was excited to see this happening to someone else and know that I, nor my
brother, weren't the only ones who did it and horror as to why I couldn't
take my eyes off it.  Before I knew it, I hand my own hand stroking myself
to a beautiful climax.  I was almost there when the man made a move and
stood up.  I thought he was about to leave and I was disappointed, but
instead he moved over to the hole and put his dick through it.

        I stared at it for a minute then figured he wanted me to stroke it
for him so I gently wrapped my hand around his hard muscle and slowly moved
it to then fro.  I did this for a few minutes then I heard him whisper,
"Suck it."

        I immediately withdrew my hand and stared at it.  He wanted me to
put this in my mouth.  Why would he want that?  I grew up under very strict
parents, church going and no pornography.  My dad even told me that if I
pleasured myself then I would go blind.  I was young and I believed him so
I never did until last year.  I kept waking up with my underwear wet and
couldn't figure it out until I asked my older brother, Mitch.  He told me
that dad had told him the same thing about going blind but he's been doing
it for more than five years and he can still see fine.  So I finally
figured out about self pleasure and partook in it as much as I could.

        In all of my one year jerking off, I didn't think there was
anything else to pleasuring oneself, until you got married.  Now this man
told me to suck his dick.  I was scared to death but at the same time eager
to understand more about sex.  I put my hand back on him to let him know I
was going to suck him but I wanted to smell it first.  I put my nose closer
to it and took a whiff.  It smelled rather pleasant.  The faintest odor of
soap still lingered, so I figured if it didn't smell bad, it couldn't
possibly taste bad so I put out my tongue and ran it over the slit in his
penis.  There wasn't really a taste so I went even further and put his head
in my mouth.

        "Watch your teeth!" he whispered harshly.  I didn't even think of
that, so I carefully went back on his dick, covering my teeth with my lips
and started sucking it like I was trying to get a drink through a straw.  I
guess the man figured I was a rookie and figured I needed a little
coaching.  He started to withdraw his dick from my mouth and before it
popped out, he pushed back in and said, "Yeah, that's the way."

        So I figured that I needed to bob on it instead of actually suck
it, so I did.  He gave a couple of low moans and sighs and I guess I
figured out exactly what I was supposed to do.  I was just getting into a
rhythm when we both heard the first of two doors entering the bathroom
open.  He pulled his penis out of my mouth and sat down and I went back to
my normal looking forward position.  After a couple of minutes, the new
occupant finished and left.

        Looking back at the guy to my left, he motioned for me to put my
ear next to the hole and I obliged.  He whispered, "I see you have some
bags.  Put them along the outside wall and one up front so if anyone else
comes in, they won't be able to see your feet."

        I didn't know why he would suggest it but I did as I was instructed
and looked back.  "You new at this?" he asked.

        "Yeah," I answered.

        "Ever suck a dick before?"

        "You were my first.  I hope I did okay."

        "You did fine for starters.  Hey, why don't you let me blow you for
a few minutes to let you know how it's supposed to feel?"

        "Blow me?  You want to blow air on my penis?"  (Boy I was naive
then.)

        "Blow is another work for suck.  Blow job, sucking dick.  Same
thing," he explained.

        "Oh," I said embarrassed.  I stood up and swung my right leg around
the toilet then slowly put my dick through the hole.  Once on the other
side, I felt the man wrap his hand around it and slowly start stroking it.
I thought self pleasure was good, but this man was making me feel amazing.
I closed my eyes and enjoyed the new sensation I was receiving.  Then I
about busted out of my skin when I felt his mouth take my dick into the
warm wetness.  My eyes shot open and my knees buckled.  Thank goodness they
were only an inch from the divider and I didn't crash to the floor.

        He started with just the head and sucked, that is bobbed, on it for
a few moments and the feeling was like electricity starting at my dick and
overloading my brain.  Every nerve in my body was sensitive.  It didn't
take him long to go down further and further on my dick until it was buried
and I could actually see his lips on my side of the wall.  For whatever
reason, seeing his lips wrapped around my dick and knowing that my six and
a half inches was actually in someone else brought me to an orgasm.  It
wasn't like where you jerk off and you feel it building, this one wasn't
there one second then I was shooting into his mouth the next.  The most
intense orgasm of my life.

        After I climbed the climax mountain, twice, I think, I came back to
my senses and felt him still sucking me.  At that point, I snatched my dick
out of his mouth.

        "Sensitive?" he asked.

        "Like you wouldn't believe," I answered, breathlessly and felt for
the toilet seat and lowered myself back into a sitting position.

        Hearing a smile in his voice, he said, "You could've warned me,"
and heard a chuckle.

        "I didn't have any warning.  That was my first blowjob and it was
way intense."

        "Ahh, that explains why you came so soon."

        "Yeah, sorry bout that," I said sheepishly.

        "Don't be.  It was good and tasty."

        "You ate it?" I asked in disbelief.

        "Yeah, better than waste it," he answered and chuckled again.
"Listen, my break is almost over.  Give me about a minute then go back to
the mall then up one flight to the food court.  I'll know who you are
because of the bags, okay?"

        "Sure," I said.

        Once I heard the outside door close, I started to count to sixty
while getting my pants back up around my waist.  When I got to sixty, I
practically bolted from the bathroom and found the first set of stairs.
When I arrived at the food court I stopped and looked around.  There were
so many handsome men and I started fantasizing about which one I had sucked
on.  Then from behind me I heard the same whisper say, "I can still taste
you on my tongue."

        When I turned around I just about fainted.  I was looking into the
eyes of the high school football quarterback.

        We stared at each other for a few minutes when I finally broke the
silence between us and said, "That was you?"

        He looked just as dumbfounded as I was and squeaked, "Yeah," then
cleared his throat and said it again in a lower voice, "Yeah and if you
tell anyone at school, I will fucking kill you."

        He continued to stare at me waiting for an answer.  "Why would I
tell anybody?"

        "Trying to black mail me or something."  His face was still rigid
with fear.

        "Listen, Todd, I didn't expect anything like that would ever happen
to me, but I have to say, if I can ever feel like that again, I wouldn't
talk again in my life."

        "Well, don't expect it from me again.  If I had known it was you, I
wouldn't have done it."

        "Fine," I said, not knowing why he was so upset.  "Don't worry, I
won't tell anybody, I promise."

        "I swear, if you do..." I looked down and saw his hands turn to
fists and cut him off.  "I won't, don't worry."

        He gave me one last look and turned and walked away.  Before he got
too far, I called his name and he turned back.  "Thanks," I said, with a
smile.  He just turned and kept walking.

        I didn't see Todd again until after the New Year.  I was in the
mall with my parents and we were just walking around, looking at the sales
going on.  As my parents were going into the book store, I looked across
the hall and saw the Discovery store and asked if I could go in and look
around.

        "Don't you leave that store until we come and get you.  The only
other place you can go is back over here, okay, son?" my dad said.

        "Okay, dad, I won't," and turned and walked away.  When I got to
the store, I turned around and gave him a wave letting him know that I will
be here. Then he turned into the bookstore.

        I walked around a little and picked up a few items and examined
them then replacing them back where I found them.  A little further down, a
bright color caught my attention and I walked over to it.  I picked up the
book and on the cover was a beautiful picture of the Earth on it so I
flipped open the pages and saw the most amazing photographs with the most
brilliant colors.  Completely lost in the book, I almost didn't hear the
guy behind me ask if he could help me.

        "No thanks," I said, turning, "just checking..." My words trailed
off when I saw it was Todd.

        Quickly looking around, he asked, "What the hell are you doing
here?"

        "Just looking around.  I'm here with my parents."

        "Bullshit!!!  Are you following me?"

        "No, I said I was with my parents."

        Looking around, he said, "So then, where are they?  There's no one
else here."

        "They're in the bookstore across the way."

        "Look, asshole, I told you before that if I had known it was you it
wouldn't have happened.  It will never happen again, so stop fucking
following me," he said in a harsh whisper.

        Just as I was about to respond, I heard my dad call my name,
"Blake?"  Just after he said my name, he rounded the corner and found me.
"Ah, there you are."

        "Hey dad.  I was just looking at this book when Todd came up to say
hey."  Looking at Todd, I introduced them.  "Todd this is my dad, Thomas.
Dad this is Todd Blyth.  He's the quarterback for the football team at
school."

        A big smile spread across my dad's face and reached out his hand
for Todd to shake.  "Hey, Todd.  Listen, I don't go to the games anymore,
but I heard you had an amazing season.  Only one loss."

        "Yes, sir.  It's sad the only loss we got was on the day I was
sick.  Against our arch rivals, too.  That's what cost us the division.
They went down undefeated."

        "What are you, a senior?"

        "Will be next year, sir."

        "A junior quarterback with that record, I'm impressed," said my
dad.  "You playing again next year?"

        "I intend to, if some young hot shot doesn't come in and make me
look bad."

        "Doubt that could happen.  Listen, next season, Blake and I'll have
to have some father/son nights and come to a few games and cheer you on."

        Glancing nervously at me, Todd answered with a smile, "That'd be
great, sir.  The more support the better."

        "Great then.  Well, it was good meeting you, but we've got a lot
more shopping to do."  Turning to me, dad asked if I was ready.

        "Sure dad," putting the book back, I looked at Todd and said, "see
you when school starts back."

        "Cool," he said with a smile and my dad and I went to meet my mom
on a bench out the door.

        A few days later, school did start back and I was just excited as
if it was the first day of high school.  My nose has always been in a book.
I love learning and anything I can read about, I do.  So far, there is only
one other person giving me competition on GPA.  Kelly Marx and I both had a
high school career GPA of 4.0.  We were good friends and the competition
was just our way of ribbing each other.  We shared all but one of our
classes, which was an elective.  She was in art and I in woodshop.  I guess
the reason we both had the same GPA was because we basically studied
together.

        Not to brag, but since we were the smartest in out sophomore class,
we figured that if we studied together, then at least we could go faster
than if we studied with some other students.  They would probably just hold
us back from our normal fast pace of learning.

        When I got to school that morning, Kelly found me and asked how my
Christmas vacation was.  "It was fine," I answered.  "And yours?"

        "It was great."  She continued to tell me how her family went to
Colorado to ski and named each gift she got and continued to talk about her
wonderful vacation.  While she did so, I found myself remembering that day
in the mall and picturing sex with Todd again, only this time without the
wall divider between us.

        Pulling me out of my daydream, Kelly put her hand on my shoulder
and asked, "Are you okay?"

        Realizing I had a boner, I casually moved my bag over my crotch and
said I was fine.  "So, what was the best thing that happened to you over
the holiday?" she asked.

        Knowing I couldn't tell her the truth, I blurted the first thing
that came to my mind, "The best thing that happened to me was I had a wet
dream."  As soon as I said it, I regretted it.

        She looked excited.  "Really?  About who?"

        Again, the first thing that came to my mind.  Ok, the second.  The
first was Todd.  "Drew Barrymore."  She looked puzzled.  "I had just seen
'50 first dates' with my brother earlier that evening.  I guess she just
stuck with me."

        "That's weird," she said.

        "Why?" I asked.

        "Drew Barrymore.  Of all the girls, why Drew Barrymore?"

        "Like I said, I had just seen the DVD and when it was over, I went
to bed."

        "I wish that would happen to me.  I would watch a movie with Zac
Ephron," she said, dreamily.

        `Me too,' I thought.  "C'mon, let's get to class; I don't want to
be late."

        Later on that day, Kelly and I were in Chemistry class and things
were going rather well when suddenly there was a boom and next thing you
know, I was covered in purple wetness.

        "Kinsey!!!" Mr. Perry called out, using one of my troublemaking
classmate's last name only.  "What did you do this time?"

        "I don't know, Mr. Perry.  I was just following the instructions
and it exploded."

        Looking at the ingredients around Josh's workstation, Mr. Perry
realized it wasn't acidic, then looked up and saw me covered in purple goo.

        "Don't worry, Blake.  It's not going to hurt you but you do need to
get cleaned up so it doesn't stain your skin."

        "Okay," I said, trying to figure out how.

        "Here," he said, walking back to his desk.  He wrote something on a
note and handed it to me.  "Take this to coach Walker.  He'll let you use
the shower.  Make sure you wash real good."

        Looking at Kelly, she understood and said, "I'll get your books."

        "Thanks."

        Grabbing the note gently so I wouldn't get it messy, I headed for
the gym.  When I got to coach's office, I knocked and he said come in.

        "Coach, I can't open the door."

        A few seconds later, it opened.  "My God, son, what happened?" he
asked.

        "A student blew something up in chemistry and Mr. Perry sent me to
you.  Here," I said, lifting my hand with the note it in.

        "Here, follow me," and he led to way to the showers.  "The towels
are over in the laundry room, and while your there, you might as well put
your clothes in the wash.  I'll write you a note for being late because of
your clothes.  Let's just get you cleaned up."

        "Thanks, coach."  Looking around, I noticed that no one else was
here.  "Where is every body?"

        "Not many kids signed up for PE this year.  This period and next
are my free ones.  I'm going to be in my office.  If you need anything,
just let me know, okay?"

        "Okay.  Thanks again coach."

        Then he turned and left the locker room.  I began to get undressed
and once naked; I dropped my clothes in the washer and started them up.  I
was about to grab a towel when I realized my hands were still messy, so I
figured I'd come back after my shower.

        About ten minutes into my shower, I realized I basically had all
the time in the world because of my clothes, at least as long as it took to
wash and dry them, so I just stood under the spray and relaxed.  I soaped
myself up and washed real good to make sure all the purple stuff was gone.
When I rinsed off the soap and cleared my eyes of water, I saw someone
staring at me.

        My first instinct was to cover myself.  No one has ever seen me
naked.  Not in a long time.  Not since my mom stopped giving me baths at
eight years old.  So my hands flew to my crotch to hide myself and realized
it was Todd staring at me.

        "I swear I'm not following you.  I just needed to get a shower and
coach said it was okay.  I didn't even know you were going to be here.  I
swear."

        Smiling, he looked at me and said, "I know.  The bell just rang and
the next period just started and this is my free time.  I wasn't expecting
the shower to be running so I came over to see who was here."

        When I realized he wasn't angry, my body just sort of went limp,
meaning my hands went back to my side leaving me completely exposed.
"You're not angry?"

        "Nah.  Last time I saw you, you could have ratted me out to your
father, about me being mean to you, but you didn't.  It was then I figured
you were telling the truth and that I could trust you with your word.  Then
I realized how mean to you I actually was.  I'm sorry."

        "No big deal."

        "It was to me.  I really am sorry."

        Staring at him for a minute, I saw his eyes glance at my crotch and
realize that I was still standing naked in front of Todd.  "Apology
accepted," I said and turned my back on him back under the shower spray.

        "What the hell is that?" he asked.

        "What?" I asked back.

        "That purple stuff on your back?"

        I tried to turn to see where it was but ended up looking like a dog
chasing his tail.  "I thought I got it all.  Stupid Josh Kinsey blew
something up in chem. lab and I got hit solid.  It must've dripped down my
shirt and I didn't know it."

        Grabbing the soap, I created a good lather and tried to reach it.
"Did I get it?" I asked, turning my back to Todd.

        "Nope.  Here, let me help," he said, walking into the shower.

        "But you'll get wet," I said.

        "Not if you come over here," he motioned five feet away from the
shower head.

        "Oh, right," I said with a clumsy smile.  I walked over to him and
turned around.  He came around me and got some water on his hands and the
soap and walked back around me again.  I felt his hands touch my skin and
immediately felt a twitch.  `Oh, God, not now,' I thought.

        After putting the soap in the tray, I felt his hands move more
vigorously over my skin.  I knew my lower back was washed, but his hands
roamed over that area as well.  I was about to say something about that,
but thought twice instead.  I figured I might as well see where this goes
and kept my mouth shut.

        His fingers dug into my skin with just the right amount of
pressure.  Then he started doing full strokes on my back from shoulders to
the small of my back.  On about the fourth or fifth pass, he stopped at my
lower back and moved even lower, gently grazing his palms across the cheeks
of my butt.  My half hard penis jumped to full salute.

        I closed my eyes and let him continue his assault on my body.  His
gentle touch got firmer when I showed no signs of protest and forgot about
my back completely.  He was kneading my butt cheeks forcefully until he was
pulling them apart and letting the cool air hit my hole.  A minute later, I
felt his finger graze my hole and my eyes flew open.

        Taking a small step away, I turned and said, "What are you doing?"

        "Helping you get clean," he said, honestly.  "You didn't like it?"

        Before I could answer, he closed the gap between us and said, "I
think you did like it," and wrapped his soapy hands around my boner.

        All I could do was take a sharp intake of breath.  Stars flying in
front of my eyes, I lazily got out, "Whadda bout...coach?"

        "He had a meeting with the principal.  Told me it was gonna take
all period," he said, still slowly stroking my dick.

        Still distracted, I said, "Students?...Teachers?"

        "No students are signed up for this period and if any teacher walks
in, we'll hear the door.  If we do, I'll have enough time to hide in the
locker room while you finish up your shower."

        Figuring he had all the bases covered, I answered, "K," and let my
head fall on his shoulder with my eyes closed.  For a few minutes, his hand
kept making love to my erection.  The only thing between us was a very thin
layer of soap.  Deep in my belly and scrotum, I felt the start of what was
supposed to be an amazing climax, but instead, the feeling of his lips
touching mine brought me back to the full consciousness of my surroundings.
When I lifted my head off his shoulder and pulled back slightly from his
lips, he stopped moving his hand.

        "What's the matter?" he asked.

        "You kissed me," I answered in disbelief.

        "What?  You don't kiss?"

        "Todd, as embarrassing as this may sound, I have never done
anything before that thing in the mall."  I was waiting for him to show
some anger at me bringing up that subject again, but he didn't.

        "What about porn movies or magazines?  They show kissing in those."

        "I haven't seen any before."

        Smiling a little, he said, "Wow, you really are a virgin, aren't
you?"

        When he said it like that, I thought that he was going to start
making fun of me so I pulled away and went back to the shower and washed
off the suds that were slowly sliding down my body.  "Yeah, I am," I said
with an attitude.

        Smiling again, he said, "Hey, it's alright.  I was too up until
April of this year.  Never done anything with anybody before that."

        I was hanging on every word he said, but acted like I didn't care
and continued my rinsing.  After myself and Todd knew that I was completely
clean from the soap, I heard him ask me to turn off the water.
Reluctantly, I complied and turned to look at him.  After the water stopped
flowing on the floor, Todd walked up to me and looked in my eyes.

        "I want to kiss you, Blake."

        "Why?" I asked, but so wanted to do the same thing to him.

        "I really don't know.  But I have this overwhelming urge to kiss
you.  Can I, please?"

        Being bold, I figured that I would be the one to kiss him, so I
leaned in and gave him a peck on the lips and pulled away.

        "You do know that I'm not your mom.  I don't want a good night
kiss, I want a real one."

        I guess I looked puzzled and he closed the very small gap between
us and I just stared into his eyes and notice him lick his lips.  Without
knowing it, I did the same.  He pressed his lips against mine for a few
moments then I felt him part his lips slightly and felt his tongue brush
over my own lips.  Shock at something new took me over again and before I
could pull away, his right hand went to the back of my head and his left
went to my back to hold me still.

        Not really knowing what to do, I mimicked his actions and parted my
lips and felt his tongue enter my mouth.  Any excitement I lost in my penis
from our misunderstanding returned with full force.  Since we were so
close, the farthest up it could go was right between Todd's legs on the
underside of his denim crotch.  Even though I didn't completely understand
what kind of kissing this was, my body and brain soon became aware that I
liked it.  Before I knew it, my arms were wrapped around him like a kid
seeing their daddy return from a long business trip, never wanting to let
him go.

        I think I finally got the hang of the kiss, with our tongues
fighting and exploring the mouths of each other, but obviously, I forgot
how to breathe.  When my lungs actually sent a signal to my brain that it
needed air and the message finally got through, I was just about to pass
out.  I abruptly pulled out of the kiss and took a couple steps back.

        "You okay?" Todd asked, a little concerned.

        Catching my breath a little while my palms were still on my knees,
I answered, "Yeah, I'm fine, but I forgot to breath."

        This time, Todd laughed out loud.  I was a little hurt at first,
but realized that it was kinda funny, so I joined him.  "When you kiss like
that, how are you supposed to breathe?" I asked.

        "Deeply and through the nose," he answered still giggling.

        After the laughter passed and I got my breath back, I walked back
and asked if we could try it again.

        "Why don't you come out here with me?  I've got another idea."

        He turned and grabbed my hand and led me to the locker room.  When
we arrived at a bench, he slowly pushed me down and I understood the other
idea he was having.

        "Are you sure you want to do this?  I mean, remember last time.  It
only lasted a few seconds."

        "Yeah, but this time, when you get close, put your hands on my head
and I'll stop."

        "Okay, I'll try, but I can't promise anything."  As Todd started
down my chest I looked up at the clock and noticed we still had half an
hour and that was the last thing I noticed until a wave a pleasure over
took me completely.  Instinctively, my eyes closed, but I forced them open
because I wanted to see what was actually happening.  When I looked down, I
saw Todd lick the head of my dick and open his mouth and engulf it
completely down to my pubic bush.  Then he did something with his throat
and I felt that familiar feeling start so I put my hands on his head and he
pulled off a little to let my penis remain in his mouth but not touch
anything.

        After the feeling subsided, he pulled off me completely and asked,
"Can you do it again?"

        "I think so," I answered and saw him smile and go back to the task
at hand.

        After my penis was lodged in his throat again, he did that same
trick and this time I concentrated on the feeling without letting it put me
over the edge.  A few seconds later, he slowly pulled himself up and came
almost completely off but, with the same speed, went right back down to the
hilt.  I got so caught up in the feeling that I didn't realize that I put
both my hands on his head until he stopped.  I looked down and saw why he
stopped and slowly put force behind my hands and said, "I'm okay.  Keep
going."

        Todd did as instructed and kept up the same speed and care he was
taking on my dick.  I started rubbing my hands around on his head with just
a little force on every down stroke he took.  A couple minutes later, I
caught myself moaning slightly and then realized the feeling was starting
again.  This time I grabbed around his cheeks and told him to stop, which
he did.  "You're getting better.  That was at least five minutes."

        "Yeah.  It was, but you are driving me crazy."

        "This time we'll go all the way.  But before you cum, give me a
little warning, will ya.  I don't want to choke like last time."  He didn't
wait for an answer; he just smiled that beautiful smile of his and went to
put my penis back in his mouth.  Within the next five minutes, I gave him
his warning and shot the best feeling load I could into his waiting mouth.
When I came, I closed my eyes tight and had to hold the bench with one hand
while my other was on his head.

        When I was done, I slumped forward and draped an arm across Todd's
back.  He pulled off my now spent dick and looked up at me.

        "Good?" he asked in a shit eating grin.

        "Oh, my God, incredible."

        "I'm glad you enjoyed it," then came up to me and kissed me.  His
tongue parted my lips and I gladly welcomed it in.  When he broke the kiss,
I smacked my lips together and got a faint taste of something sweet.
Looking at him, confused, he said, "That's what you taste like.  Like
candy, you're so sweet."

        "That was me?  Wow, I didn't know it could taste that good."

        Looking at his watch, he said, "We only have about fifteen minutes
left.  Shouldn't you be getting dressed?"

        "Before we do, can I return the favor?  Or at least try to?"

        Smiling at me, he asked, "Are you sure?"

        "Yeah.  You've already done me twice and I haven't helped you out
at all."

        "Okay, but why don't you get dressed first, in case coach walks in,
it won't look so weird."

        "Good idea."  I walked over to the dryer and got my clothes out.
Putting my shirt on, it felt a little damp.  I then grabbed my underwear
and it still felt soaked.  "Darn," I exclaimed.

        He giggled and repeated, "Darn?"

        "Yeah, my underwear is still wet."  Feeling my pants, I said, "And
so are my jeans.  I'm not going to have enough time to keep drying these
without missing another class."

        Todd stayed silent for a minute and then said, "Follow me."  I put
my clothes back in the dryer and did as I was told.

        He walked over to a locker and said, "I always keep a clean set of
clothes in my locker.  What size are you?" he asked, looking down at what I
would assume was my waist and not my penis.

        "32," I answered.

        "Me, too.  These should work.  And I have some underwear, too," he
said, pulling them both out and handing them over to me.

        "You don't mind?" I asked, taking them from him.

        "Nah.  You can get them back to me whenever.  I'm not going to need
them today, anyway."

        "Cool.  Thanks," I said and slipped on his underwear.  Even though
it was almost the exact same underwear that I wear, it felt even better
knowing that they were once on his body.  When they were completely on, my
penis gave a little bounce letting me know it was getting excited again.
Realizing I was wasting time, I quickly put on his pants and got down on my
knees for him to sit on the bench.

        "Why don't you sit and I'll stand in front of you,"

        I did as I was told and when I did, he stood in front of me and
unbuttoned his pants.  When he unzipped his fly, I could tell he was
excited.  I swear the bulge in his underwear helped propel the zipper
downward.  He then hooked his thumbs in his underwear and tugged them down
releasing himself to me.  Through the hole in the mall, it looked big, but
seeing it attached to Todd, it looked even bigger.

        I grabbed it gently with my right hand and licked the slit of the
head and tasted the fluid sitting there.  It was a salty sweet liquid that
my taste buds did summersaults for.  I knew that if I got him to cum, there
would be a lot more where that came from.  Without thinking, I engulfed the
first half of his dick in my mouth and didn't think of anything else until
I heard him inhale violently.

        "What happened?" I asked

        "Teeth.  You gotta be more careful."

        "Sorry," I said, embarrassed.  "I will."

        I tried it again and this time I made sure my teeth were out of the
way.  I bobbed back and forth on his penis for a few minutes.  He was
enjoying this because of the low soft moans he was giving me.  Feeling
bolder, yet, I decided to go down even further on him, like he did me.  Big
mistake.  When I did go down farther on him, my gag reflex took over and I
pulled myself off him so fast, you would have thought he burned my throat.

        "Too much, too soon," he said to me with a smile.

        "How big are you?" I asked, wiping my lips with the back of my
hand.

        "Last time I measured, almost eight and a half.

        "Holy crap.  You're about two inches bigger than me."

        "In time and with practice, you'll be able to take it all."

        "With practice?" I asked.  "You mean we can do this again?"

        Smiling that big smile of his, he said, "I sure hope so.  But for
now, get back to work," and he winked at me.

        I smiled and grabbed it again, but as soon as I did, we both heard
the gym door open.  "Shit," Todd said and quickly fixed his pants and sat
beside me to hide his hard on.

        Three seconds later, the coach came around the corner.  "Blake,
what are you still doing here?"

        "Waiting on you coach.  You were supposed to write me a pass about
missing class."

        "Oh, crap.  I completely forgot.  Come in the office, I'll get it
for you," then he walked away.

        "That was close.  You think he suspected anything?"

        "Nah," Todd answered, "knowing coach, he was probably seething
about anything Principal Adams told him.  I wouldn't worry about it."

        "How are you doing down there?" I asked.

        "Completely limp.  Coach scared it away."

        "I'm sorry I didn't get to finish.  That's two I owe you."

        "Don't you worry about it.  I'll make you pay up one day," again,
the wink and a big smile.

        "Cool.  Well, I guess I'll see you around."

        "Yeah, you too."  I turned to walk away, when he got my attention
again.  "Don't forget to tell coach about your clothes.  Tell him you'll be
back to get them after school."

        "Thanks for reminding me."  Standing there silently staring at
Todd, I gave an awkward smile and lifted my hand and gave a little wave
goodbye and headed to the coaches office.