Fifteen year old cock sucker

I was fifteen years old, maybe fourteen. My hair was short and blonde and my chest had rib bones like zebra stripes. I was skinny, incredibly skinny, though not as skinny as I had been before.

It was during this awkward transition phase that I befriended Kyle. Kyle wasn’t exactly gothic, but his very presence diffused a sense of dreariness. He was pale, had messy black hair and black, piercing eyes.

He and I were both unpopular freshman at the Academy. We both became pariahs because we were too awkward to hang out with the jocks and too confident to hang out with the loosers.

I started sleeping over at Kyles house on the weekends. We would laugh, talk shit about everyone we knew, play on his Playstation, and wrestle each other. He was more than a year older than me and considerably stronger – so whenever we wrestled he would always have me pinned before I could even hit the ground. Then he would sit on top of my chest so that his crotch was right in my face and smile down at me. “Suck my dick” he would say. Of course I had to respond as though there was a centipede in his pants – “Eww, No! You’re gay!”

One weekend we had absolutely nothing to do. Hours earlier we had been watching TV when all of a sudden *pop* – a transformer tower outside short circuited and a power surge blasted into the house. The TV crackled and went dead and the fan above us slowly spun to a halt.

So we were sitting in Kyles room, bored out of our minds, when he opened up one of his dresser drawers and fished out a pair of socks balled together. Inside the socks was a small metal pipe and a few pieces of something that looked like dried ice. “Its called ‘glass’” Kyle said. “My friend gave it to me and I tried it but it didn’t do shit. Wanna try it? Its supposed to be hella fun.”

I had never done any drugs before, and I felt nervous, but the name “glass” didn’t ring any bells in my Temporal Lobe so I thought ‘what the fuck?’

Kyle smoked it first. He took hit after hit until it was more than obvious that he was high as a kite. I plucked the pipe out of his quivering hand and took a big hit. Then I took a second hit and wham. The rush started in my stomach and quickly spread like a web through the rest of my body, energizing and relaxing every cell it touched.

Kyle and I ran around the neighborhood for more than an hour. We pretended to be super heroes as we jumped over fences, kicked down garbage cans and karate chopped pieces of straw. I had never felt so good in my life.

Sweat was pulsing out of my pores. After awhile I felt dirty and Kyle and I returned to his house. We decided to take a shower – together. I watched Kyle get naked first. He pulled his shirt off and revealed a perfectly V-shaped chest, complete with the beginning stages of a six-pack and two nice, square pecs. Then he pulled off his underwear. His ass was perfectly pale, round and smooth and his thighs were thick and meaty.

“Quit staring at me and get naked” he said, to my embarrassment. I gingerly removed my clothes and then joined him in the shower. He was arching his head back underneath the falling water, his front side facing me. I tried to force myself to look different directions, but my eyes were magnetized by his dick. I looked at it and saw that it was getting hard. It was incredibly nice looking, pale and thick like the rest of his body.

Eventually my eyes were able to break free and look up at Kyle’s face, which was staring straight at me. ‘Oh shit’ I thought, ‘He saw me staring at his cock.’ Instead of mocking me he just slapped my ass and moved behind me so I could shower. Unlike him, I faced towards the shower so he couldn’t see my dick, which was getting hard too.

I tried to think ugly thoughts to fight the erection. Shit, death, murder – nothing worked. I knew Kyle would think I was weird for showering so long, but I didn’t want him to see that I was turned on, even though he clearly had the same problem. I showered and showered and showered, not knowing what was going on behind me. Then I felt something poke the top of my ass. I knew what it was the second I felt it. Kyle put his hands on my shoulders and started rubbing my muscles, which were as hard and tense as uncut diamonds. I was terrified and horny as hell.

He pushed his dick back and forth between my ass cheeks. I didn’t know much about gay sex at the time (sans the hundred hours of streaming gay porn I had already seen) but I somehow knew that I was the type of guy that liked to be dominated, the type of guy gay websites refer to as a bottom. Of course I was still months away from stepping out of the closet, so I tried to assure myself that what was occurring was just normal experimentation.

Kyle filled his hands with body wash and then poured it down my back. Then he rubbed it into a froth, starting at my shoulders and then slowly working down until he got to the top of my ass. Then he slid his soapy hands up and down my ass crack, moving them closer and closer with each swipe until he was doing nothing more than running his fingers in a circle around my asshole.

I moved my head back so that it was resting on Kyle’s shoulder. He kept one hand on my ass and moved the other one around so that he could jack me off. It felt so good having his hands touching me in two places at once. My fear and nervousness dissolved into the raining shower water and swirled down the drain.

I turned around and pushed my body up against Kyle’s so that both our dicks were pressed against each others stomachs. Kyle was a lot bigger than me. He was thicker, more muscular, and towered at least two inches over me. I liked being in the arms of a man, not just a little boy like myself. I let him rub his hands up and down my back and ass, and then I moved in to kiss him. He licked my lips a few times and then stuck his tongue down my throat. It was a real lustful kiss – devoid of all sensitivity and romanticism.

We pulled our faces apart and then Kyle looked down and whispered “Suck my dick.” Finally I didn’t have to pretend it was a deadly, sexless centipede. I got down onto the hard, tiled shower floor and looked at Kyle’s dick for a few seconds. It was big, thick and well shaped. A few big veins snaked up and down the length of his shaft, which was decorated with small beads of water.

I looked up at Kyle and saw that he had that same look on his face that he always had after he pinned me wrestling. I realized that his demonic smile was a look of longing, a look that said “I wanna fuck you.”

Still looking up at his face, I stuck my tongue out and licked the head of his dick one time, like a lollypop. Then I licked it a few more times – just small, quick licks. Then I put my lips around the top and pushed my head forward, taking in as much as I could.

I had never sucked a cock before, so my abilities were limited. I could only get about three or four inches into my mouth. I tried deep throating, but each time I would gag.

I still felt like I knew what I was doing. Watching porn had taught me a few things. I held onto the bottom of his dick and sucked on his cock as hard and fast as I could. Every once and awhile I would pull it out of my mouth, push it up against his stomach and lick his balls, which were big and hairless. Then I would trace my tongue all the way up the back of his cock before shoving it back into my mouth.

Kyle moaned. I gripped one hand tight against the top of his thigh and felt his muscles tightening.

His groans became louder and I felt my mouth fill up with semen. I swallowed all that there was, and then kissed the head of his drooling dick a few more times.

Then we got changed and went back to doing nothing.