***AUTHOR'S NOTE*** Continuing with my objective of good character development and story writing, this story builds to a climax. All characters are 18 and over. This story leans heavily into several fetishes. Have an open mind. :)
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His cock was hard and throbbing. It stood there in front of my face, tall and thick, the veins bulging, and the large, wrinkled sac that carried his hefty testicles was tightening in anticipation. Campbell and I had just turned eighteen over the last few months, we are graduating seniors in our high school.
He had a first name, though I don't know what it is. He's a jock whose life is centered around the Football team, as such everyone calls him by his last name.
He pointed to the oversized zip-up sweater I wore, "It's like a hundred degrees in here, you can take off your hoodie."
I shook my head slowly.
"Whatever," he dismissed, then pointed to his cock the way you might call a dog to sit.
I wrap my lips around his shaft, barely able to open my jaws wide enough to accept his dick. My wet lips and warm mouth glide down the length of it to the base. His light brown pubes tickled my nose and upper lip, but I loved the natural musk of his manhood and the sensation of his masculine pubes brushing against my face.
He shivered with pleasure. "Oh...god..." His eyes closed.
I start bobbing my head, using my tongue to stimulate the frenulum of his cock. The slippery head of his shaft was stroking my upper palate with each oscillation. The idea that this dick, this hard cock, would otherwise be used to breed women...was now mine to play with and pleasure...it drove me wild. I could feel the pre-cum oozing out of my own cock, safely tucked away in my briefs and pants.
This was only my second time sucking off Campbell. The first time was a happy accident, you could say. Just two weeks ago, I was using the urinal at school, he walked up next to me. I'm the only openly gay person in my town and I was proudly out, so naturally, everyone knew my face. Campbell recognized me, he shifted his stream to piss on my shoe and when I called him out, he pushed me to the floor and called me a 'fag'. Turning toward me to reveal his cock still dripping with a few pearls of urine, he added, "you like sucking cock?" He thought he had humiliated me...but something in me changed at that moment...I'd never had any kind of homosexual experience before. I'd never seen another cock right in front of me before now. Yet there it was, dripping with piss...and I wanted it. I remember my heart pounding as I simply responded to him by silently opening my mouth and looking into his eyes. He was so confused! Ha ha. I just sat there on that dirty floor with my mouth wide open, not saying anything. After what seemed like an eternity; him standing there with his cock still exposed, he finally stepped closer to me and inserted that dick in my mouth. I'd never sucked cock before, so I was a bit clumsy but dear lord, I enjoyed it! I didn't even mind the taste of his piss. After he came, he quickly zipped himself up, told me not to tell anyone, and then he ran out. I was scared, I thought for sure he'd come after me but as I'd pass him every day at school, he just gave a sheepish nod and moved on.
So, now, what was this handsome, athletic blond-haired demi-god of a boy doing completely naked on his couch with a cocksucker like me slurping his seed at this moment? No chicks. Simple as that. This small eastern town is an industry town, a local factory fabricates metal parts, and there still lingers a coal operation nearby. Our town serves as a whistle-stop for the cargo and coal trains that pass through as they pick up and drop off supplies. Mostly men live here, men of various ages. There are families, but with this economy, many have moved to bigger cities, and any girls that graduate high school move away as well. There is a noticeably high proportion of lonely, desperate men in this town. Teens like Campbell, as handsome as they are, have a hard time scraping up a date. And as you can imagine, things are even worse for me, I'm the only openly gay person in this town, nobody would touch me with a ten-foot pole. They'd more likely beat me to death with one.
Campbell sent me a private message on my page last night, asking if I'd like to hang out at his place and maybe play a few games on his console. Of course, I had considered it was a trap, but that was a risk I was willing to take. I wanted that cock, it was the first cock I'd ever seen and ever tasted, and I wanted more of it. If I had things my way, I'd never give an asshat like Campbell the time of day...what's that old saying? Beggars can't be choosers.
"Oh...FUCK..." Campbell choked out, his whole body tensing up. His thighs grew in size, and he balled his fists as the pleasure caused him to flex his muscles in anticipation.
A fountain of hot cum erupted in my mouth, the salty goo coated my tongue, and I was in heaven, if only at that moment. I did this...I made this machismo bully bust his nut. And one look on his overwhelmed face said it all; he'll be wanting more servicing in the future. I wasn't going to end up like those small-town gay guys left beaten and bloody in a nearby creek. No, I was far too valuable to him, in this town with little choice and little opportunity.
I sat beside him, admiring the light golden skin on his heaving chest and softening abs; watching his cock shrink. I reached into the large pockets of my hoodie and brought out my phone, texting Miguel.
Campbell's cobalt blue eyes scanned me. "Why do you always wear that damn hoodie?"
I shot him an icy glare, "Cause I feel comfortable in it, is that okay with you?"
He put up his hands in a sarcastic surrendering pose and then rolled his eyes. He stood up and grabbed a towel from the couch, using it to dry off his face and chest from the dewy sweat. "You can come back here on Saturday. I'd say sooner but we have to work around my Dad's work schedule, this is his 'man cave' and the only place in the house where sound doesn't travel, when he's home he spends all his time in here."
I nodded while simultaneously responding to Miguel's messages.
"You're not gonna tell anyone, are you?" His eyes were on the phone and then met mine.
I shook my head, "I'd have to have a death wish. You know what this town is like, I'm lucky you didn't murder me."
"I wouldn't do that. Whatever I'd do, you'd live to feel it."
I didn't know if that was some kind of dark joke, but I pursed my lips and nodded once.
He looked around, "You don't expect me to drive you home, do you?"
I sighed, slightly annoyed, and explained, "No, my friend Miguel is picking me up. Don't worry, he doesn't know what we've been up to."
Campbell chuckled, "I'm not worried about Miguel. That retard has no friends to blab to anyway."
I thrust the phone down beside me, "Don't call him that, NEVER call him that! If you want me to suck you off again, you'll never say that about him, get it?"
