Bare Boy's Skimpy Sex Stories
# 3
by
Emari Valdicar
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Copyright 2012 Emilio Cardona
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Warning: This book is intended for mature adults only. It contains explicit sexual content and coarse language.
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Chapter Three:
Fast Food Blows
Years passed and I was now in high school, freshman year. I was a nerd, yeah, hard to believe I know, but I was. Doing homework during lunch, wearing thick glasses, the whole bit, that was me. Doing anything else during lunch was not going to happen. I had learned my lesson...
At the cafeteria, I sat alone, reading my books, ignoring the other students who were taunting me. I never looked up, I hated any confrontations, so I was happy being a loner. I do not remember how it happened, but this one time, I looked up. It was as if I could feel someone’s eyes on me. It was weird. And I was right.
This guy was staring at me, not the typical “you’re weird” kind of stare. He was interested, as I was. His hair was cut normal, not flashy, his dark brown eyes round, and his neatly trimmed beard said one thing. He took care of his body. A senior, was my first impression. He seemed so mature, like he should be in college or something. He then proceeded to smile, a devilish smile I might add. Now that I think back on it, that should have been a red flag for anyone else, but somehow I was drawn in. I smiled back, knowing full well that there would be consequences for my actions. There always is. And these stares between us continued for several days, and when our eyes locked, no one else mattered in that moment. It was just the two of us. Fuck the world.
I finally made the first move and said hi to him as I passed his table. Homework was no longer a priority, my future jeopardized by my addiction to cute guys. The next day, he came to my table and sat five chairs away from where I always sat, a place where I could just blend in and not be noticed. But somehow this cute cowboy did, and now he was closer to me. I pretended to eat my strawberry cereal bar when he signaled me with a nod of his head. “Come sit with us, if you want,” he said to me. An invitation to sin. Yes, I thought to myself. No more masturbating to Dawson’s Creek!
The actual conversation is a blur, I wish I could tell you that his eyes sparkled...blah, blah, blah, but I really can’t remember that moment. All I knew was that his name was Rod and that we decided to talk after school. So I waited for him in the school parking lot and when the parking lot was pretty much clear, he finally showed. We talked for a while and agreed to go eat at Jack’s, I ordered the least expensive meal on the menu and he did the same. He paid. A gentleman, I thought. Afterwards we drove to a park, I was not at all expecting what happened next. He immediately adjusted my seat to an almost horizontal position. He started to blow hot air over my crotch. I closed my eyes as he unzipped my pants. His warm big mouth swallowed my flaccid dick, but soon enough I instructed him to use one of his hands to simulate me jacking off. I felt a rush of blood go to my dick and I clenched my hands on the leather seats. At that time my cock was only used to my hands, so I felt bad for the guy, it had to have been at least 30 minutes of his head bobbing up and down and I wasn’t going to cum anytime soon with his soft lips caressing my shaft. So I had to help him out. I grabbed him by his hair, as his open mouth waited for my hands to do the job. As expected I was soon cumming like crazy into his mouth, some of it landing on his nose, and he then licked me clean, swallowing up every last bit of my sweet juice.
Soon I heard a banging on the window. Oh shit! I zipped up my pants and waited anxiously as the dark tinted window came down. It was a police officer! If it had been a couple of minutes earlier, he would of caught Rod with alot of cum in his mouth. He asked us what we were doing there and of course we lied. My heart was racing! How was I to explain this to my parent’s if I went to jail for a damn blowjob? Rod then gave him his driver’s license and I had my student I.D. He let us go with a warning and we drove away after the cop car. We came to my street and I kissed him good night. he opened the door for me and walked me to the door. I had a great time and I planned on using his lips more often. Goodbye, masturbation.
After the first date, it became a daily regimen. Right after school, we would get a bite to eat and then park the car in a random location as he sucked me dry. Park, car wash, everywhere and anywhere was a good place for a blowjob. Then the sessions became longer as I wanted to have some fun too. So I would blow him after he finished with me. One day, Rod suggested that we sixty-nine. 69? I had never heard of such a thing. What was it? I was very intrigued. And by now you must know that I am very curious. So I had to give it a try. We both climbed to the backseat of his BMW, laying down opposite each other. He demonstrated and I followed. Soon the backseat was a cavalcade of noises: slurps, groans, moans, huffing, and puffing. The windows soon fogged up and we continued working on each other’s cocks until we both had our mouths full of cum. We were extremely exhausted, so we laid there looking at each other, knowing full well that we would soon be fucking. I had seen a porno. So I knew how it was done. But I wasn’t ready, so it wasn’t going to happen that night. I was a virgin at the time. No one had popped my cherry yet. And from what some of my friends had told me, it did hurt. I had to think about. Was I ready to go to the next level in this relationship? Was this even a relationship? We hadn’t talked about being together exclusively. Maybe this was just a fun time for him. I would have to find out before I gave myself completely to him...
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Emari Valdicar lives in New York with his dog Oreo. He is currently working on a supernatural LGBT love story about werewolves and vampires (a free read at his site), and an erotic fantasy saga coming Spring/Summer 2012.