3 comments/ 7360 views/ 2 favorites Levi Ch. 05 By: jdylanh9 A lot of people asked me why Dr. Christian Teach was such an insufferable asshole. There were several references to Christian's past in the four part Levi series. More specifically, something that happened ten years prior to meeting Levi. If you remember correctly, Christian was a new doctor of 28 years old when he met Levi. That means he was 18 when he had his first experience that turned him into what he was to become. Christian experienced his first love. This is the story of what happened to the sweet and young Christian Teach, before he became the cynical and arrogant Dr. Christian Teach. I knew I was gay. I kept a very good secret. I had to keep the secret; high school is a jungle, right? The caption under the picture of the prom king in the yearbook read: Prom King 2000 Christian Teach. You didn't get pictures with those kind of captions when you are an "out" and proud homosexual in my high school. I played football, ran track, class president, Homecoming King-junior year, Prom king senior year. What can I say? I was likable. Keith really was gorgeous. Keith was 100% Italian. His middle name was actually Alphonse...and get this...his mother's maiden name was Garfazzo. Keith was very Italian, even Catholic. However, Keith hated being Catholic. He was 6'2" and very skinny. Most people would even consider him scrawny. He didn't play any sports and lacked serious muscle tone. To be honest we weren't even friends until our junior year of high school. However, when I finally started hanging out with him I knew I was in love with him. I wasn't really sure if he was gay or straight when we first started hanging out. I knew I was gay and I put up a great front. He didn't even really put up a front. He would say stuff about titties and banging bitches sometimes but he rarely said more than that on the subject of sex. I don't think he ever dated anyone. So, it didn't seem inconceivable to me that he might be gay. So I allowed myself to fall for him plain and simple. We were both in a class called Spectrum. Spectrum was the class for gifted students. You had to have a 130 IQ to get into Spectrum. Anyway, I was friends with absolutely everyone in high school. I fit in with the jocks and I played guitar with the music kids. I worked with the student council and planned the senior skip days with the Students Against Destructive Decisions (SADD). I literally knew and was liked by just about everyone. One day while in Spectrum Keith was on a roll. He was so funny. It didn't matter what anybody said he automatically had a quip that reduced me to tears with laughter. I took notice of the scrawny kid. I always knew him but never really talked to him. He was kind of a loner kid that didn't participate in anything and didn't really seem to care about popularity. I decided I wanted to know more about what made this tall and skinny kid tick. Other than Spectrum, Keith and I had no classes together. The way Spectrum worked was each of us (there were 9 of us) proposed a project of our liking every quarter and with approval we self-studied with a final project due at the end of the quarter to show our work. I decided one day, shortly after he made an impression on me, to find out what Keith was working on for the final quarter of our Junior year. Keith was working on the psychology of the high school student...Perfect Figuring he was a nerdy kid I started flirting thinking he wouldn't pick up on it. "You have an interesting look" I said. "Do you like looking at me?" He asked "I like looking just as much as you like showing me what to see." I replied. "That doesn't make sense." He said. "Of course it does. As long as you have something to show me; I will look at it." I said. "Well, so what typically do you like to look at?" He asked. "Why do you ask? Do you like me to look at you? Do you want me to figure you out this quickly? Lesson number one Keith: always leave the people wanting more. Don't tell them everything they want to know upfront. Don't show them what they want to see upfront. Always hold something back." I said to him in a fast and quiet whisper. "Is that what you do, Mr. Popular? You purposefully let other people know that you are smart without actually showing them that you are smart so as not to alienate those who are without intelligence? I am unsure as to why you are even speaking to me. I am not a lackey and you have nothing to gain by befriending me. I can only serve as some sort of groupie to you in one of your many following groups and forgive me but I have more respect for myself than to do that. More importantly, what is your project this quarter?" Keith spewed in a hateful tone. "For a guy working on a psychology piece you are doing your best to isolate a valuable aspect of high school psychology. If you keep this kind of talk up you are going to alienate the one person who can speak from all sides of every clique. I'm not even screwing with you anymore. You need me to answer interview questions for you. I am free most nights and this Friday night by some sort of miracle. You can help me with my project by allowing me to help you with your project" I said "You still haven't told me what your project is, Christian." He said. "My project is a research piece on teen suicide coupled with the social inequalities of homosexuals in high school with an original spin." I replied "So you want me to kill myself?" He asked. "Don't be ridiculous. You aren't going to help me with the suicide part." I said. "So you think I am a homosexual then?" He asked. "I make no presumptions on anyone's sexual orientation. I want your help with the original spin part." I quickly replied hoping not to give too much away about my own big secret. "Alright, I would be down with Friday night. Where do you want to meet?" He replied. "You can come over to my place. My parents are rarely home on the weekends. Even if they are planning on being home this weekend they never come downstairs." I said. My parents were pretty wealthy. We weren't rich or anything but we had a huge house, nice cars, and my parents went out of town for fun trips at least two weekends a month. I was the third and youngest of the kids. My older sisters had already moved out and gone to college. I think my parents were kind of excited to be almost done with child-rearing and were getting a head start on enjoying their retirement. "That sounds cool I guess. I'll be there around 7:00 p.m." He said. I could have sworn I saw his large lips twitch into a little smile. Keith usually wasn't a very cheery person. I wouldn't call him sullen exactly but he just never seemed happy. He always seemed to be deep in thought but thinking about something distasteful. Fortunately, Keith was very smart and people just left him alone even though he didn't dress cool or hang out with anybody considered popular. He had a way of just blending into the background. I came to find out he preferred it that way. I only had to wait two days before our scheduled rendezvous. I was kind of excited about it. Even though what Keith had said was partially true; I didn't really having anything to gain by befriending him. I always liked to meet new people; I liked to make connections with new people. I viewed Keith as a challenge. I guess looking back it was a little more than that. I also viewed Keith as cute and somewhat intriguing. Friday came and after Track practice I headed home for a shower. I turned down a couple of offers to hang with some friends with the excuse that I had homework to do. When I got home I rubbed one out and jumped in the shower around a quarter 'til 6:00. I took a long hot shower and decided on something casual to wear that would highlight my physical attributes. I donned a pair of clingy athletic shorts and I went commando. You could see the outline of my cut cock almost perfectly. I threw on a plain white t-shirt and black no show socks. It turned out that my parents were not going out of town for the weekend so I told them I was working on a project with a friend. I got the nod of approval from my father. He hadn't even looked up from the Reader's Digest he was reading. I was used to indifference from my parents. Don't get me wrong, I knew they loved me and they said it from time to time, it really did just boil down to they trusted me and they were tired of raising kids. At 6:30 p.m. the doorbell rang and I was surprised to see Keith. He was a half hour early. It was a good thing I showered early. "Sorry, I am so early. I wasn't exactly sure where you lived and it turns out I found it a lot easier than I thought I would." He explained. "No troubles, bubbles." I said "Follow me downstairs to my house." Like I said, we had a pretty big house. My parents lived in the upstairs and never came downstairs. Well, I made the downstairs all mine after my sister's moved out. The downstairs had a master bedroom that mirrored my parent's room with a private bathroom. There were 2 other bedrooms, a living room, a guest bathroom and a kitchen. The living room had a flat screen with pretty decent surround sound. The kitchen was pointless with the exception of when my parents hosted parties; the caterers had the extra space and of course I had my own fridge. "This is the most amazing house I have ever been in." Keith said. "Thanks. My parents don't particularly care for my company and I like my privacy so it works out well." I replied. "Well, everyone in my family hates each other and we are still stuck shoulder to shoulder. I wish I had some space in my house." Keith said with a hint of sadness in his voice. "Let me give you my number home skillet and just call me whenever you want to get away. From now on you are welcome to come over whenever you want." I told him. I kept my voice light and airy so as not to make him feel as if this was some kind of pity offering. In all honesty it wasn't a pity offering. I genuinely enjoyed helping people and I kind of liked Keith. We both pulled out our phones and exchanged cell numbers. I grabbed a beer and handed him one. Keith sort of eyed me suspiciously. "You are going to drink with your parents right upstairs?" He asked me in a whispered tone as if we were doing something bad behind an authority figure's back. "Two things Keith: one, my parents don't come downstairs; two, who do think bought me the beer? My parents don't care if I drink as long as my grades stay at A's, coaches don't complain about slacking off in practice, and anyone that drinks here has to stay the night." I said in my best matter-of-fact tone. "But I can't stay the night." He said. "Why not?" I asked. "Well, I didn't ask my parents if I could. They are expecting me home by curfew, midnight." He explained. "Very simple fix. If you want to stay the night I'll just have my mom call your parents and ask them if it's okay that you stay." I said again using my matter-of-fact tone. "Ummm, I guess that would be cool. I have to be honest, I don't understand why you asked me here and furthermore why you are trying to get me drunk and stay the night now. Also, with the weird conversation the other day, it feels like you are coming on to me or something." Keith said. He had a very sheepish look on his face that was completely adorable. He had looked at my crotch silhouetted in the athletic shorts twice during his nervous speech. "Do I seem gay? I want to drink beer. I don't want to drink alone. I assumed you wouldn't mind having a couple and passing out here. It is your call. I am somewhat indifferent on the topic with the exception that I don't want to drink alone but even still I am okay with it. Do you want me to have my mom call yours or not?" I replied. "Ummm, yeah. It sounds like fun I guess." "Great, it's settled." I pulled my cell phone out and dialed my mom upstairs. "Mommy, will you do me a favor? Will you call Keith's parents and tell them it is okay with you if he stays over for the night. We are going to be working late. No, mom. Keith isn't the boy you caught peeing in the driveway two weeks ago. You have never met him mom. He is in Spectrum with me. Yes, mom. That is why there is an extra car in the driveway. Keith is downstairs with me right now. I'll text you the number when I hang up. Thanks, I love you too. Wait. One more thing...will you call Imo's Pizza for me and have them deliver my favorite to my entrance? Thanks again mom. Yes, I will see you tomorrow for the 5k. Alright, love you too, bye." Keith was just staring at me with his mouth open and a look of complete astonishment on his face. I couldn't help but to smile back. He finally broke the silence, "That was the most amazing thing I have ever seen. Your mom just does stuff like that for you? And you have a private entrance?" "Yeah, the kitchen door down here opens out to the side yard. I go upstairs about as often as my parents come down here." "So let me put it all together: you never even have to see your parents; you have an entire house to yourself basically; your parents buy you beer and let you have whoever you want over here any time; they order you pizza when you want? Is that about it? Did get I it all?" He asked. "You missed the car they bought me, my credit card and of course the hookers they send down to me when I get all A's, do well in sports, or because they think I am melancholy." I said in my best smartass tone. "You are the luckiest guy I have ever seen in my entire life. I would stop a baby's heart from beating to have this set up." He said. "Well, I guess I know abortion doctor is your future career path." I joked. "How about we get to work?" I said that to move the conversation along and I knew he would take it as it was time to start on our projects. However, I was going to get to work in another way. I wanted some firsthand homosexual experience as the original spin I was planning for my project. Keith didn't know that, but hopefully he would take the bait. Like I said, at this point I didn't really know if Keith was gay or not. I had a feeling he was and I was going to do everything in my power to coerce him into fooling around. If he didn't fall for my trickery then I guess he really was straight. Keith sat on the couch and started pulling folders and binders and books from his backpack. I excused myself to the restroom. I didn't have to piss but I wanted to rub my cock for a minute to get it half hard so it would tent my shorts even more than it already was. I got some blood flowing to it, pulled my shorts back up, and inspected myself in the mirror. Holy Fuck! My cock looked so good half hard in those athletic shorts. I walked back into the living room to find Keith sitting on the couch just looking around the room; as if he was trying to drink in his surroundings. I walked up to him and with him sitting and me standing he was eye level with my cock. He quickly averted his eyes. I asked, "Do you need another beer?" He replied, "Yes." So I went to the kitchen and grabbed two more. While out of his view I shook the beer in my right hand. Upon returning, I gave Keith the beer in my left hand. He opened it and took a short sip. I opened the shaken beer towards me and naturally, it started spewing beer onto my shirt. I shouted some expletives to make it look real and I quickly covered the opening and took it back to the kitchen and grabbed another one. Keith thought the whole episode was hysterical. When I returned to the living room with my fresh beer, I removed my beer-soaked shirt showing off my beautiful chest and abs. I had a strong six pack with a light happy trail. Now Keith wasn't even able to avert his eyes. I was standing there shirtless wearing only athletic shorts over my half hard cock. I knew he was gay or at the very least extremely bi curious. "Do you think I would be considered attractive?" I asked him. "I don't think guys are hot. I'm not gay." He said. "That sounds suspicious. I didn't ask if I was hot. I asked if you think people would consider me an attractive looking person. And I certainly didn't mention the word gay." I said with an all-knowing tone. "I don't know, Christian. What do you care what I think?" He replied. "Well, Keith, I know you said you aren't gay but I don't believe that to be completely true. I know you are enjoying looking at me. I know you are using all of your willpower to hold eye contact. But most importantly, I know that I desperately need a blowjob. If you aren't gay or bi or anything of the sort, I will put on a new shirt and apologize profusely for putting you in an uncomfortable situation and I will never mention it again. However, this is a onetime offer and the clock is ticking. You have until I finish this beer." I said. While he stared into my eyes, completely dumbfounded about what was transpiring I took a huge gulp of the beer draining about a third of it and I held the bottle in front to show him how much was left. I moved my other hand down the top of my shorts and slowly inserted it into the front. I grabbed my half hard cock that was quickly growing. I started playing with it a little. I grabbed the underside of it and pushed my mushroom tip against the shorts to really show an outline of what was waiting for Keith. He was staring at my crotch and panting. I took another large swig of beer leaving but one small drink left in the bottle. I held the bottle out again for him to see it was decision time. I pulled my hand from inside of my shorts and grasped the elastic band. In one downward push I shed the shorts entirely. I was standing in front of Keith completely naked. I had a full hard on sticking straight out in front of me and I drank the last drink of beer and set the empty bottle on the table. "Well, it's now or never my new friend." "I have thought about the day when I would get to do this for as long as I can remember but now I don't think I can. I really want to but I don't know what to do." He said in a breathless voice. "It is really easy. All you have to do is follow directions. You can follow directions right?" I asked. He just nodded yes as a response. "Very good. Stand up. Follow me to my bedroom. When I lie down on my bed just stand at the foot of the bed and await further instruction." I said. He followed all instructions perfectly and without a word. "Okay, now kneel on the bed between my legs positioning your face over my dick. Perfect. Rub my balls in one hand very slowly and gently. Just roll them around very delicately. Awesome, see I knew you could follow directions. Now, take your other hand and start stroking my cock but keep playing with my balls too. Ohh, fuck Keith, you are either a natural or the quickest learner on the planet." I said. I was laying my back with my hands behind my head just loving the attention that Keith was giving my cock. I had just rubbed one out 3 hours ago so I figured I could last for a little while. I was really enjoying talking this virgin through giving his first blow job. I continued, "Alright, now this is the part that takes some getting used to. Take all the time you need but I want you to kiss my cock. It's alright, go ahead and kiss just the tip." When he lowered his face down he gave me one last look in the eye before he pursed his lips and planted them right on my piss slit. "Ohhh, that is so good now put just the head of my cock in your mouth. I know it is weird the first time but you are going to love it." I said. Keith was really starting to loosen up. He was kissing all around the head of my dick on his own without instruction and I think he was finding a good rhythm with both of his hands working on my cock and balls. Then he took the plunge and closed his full lips around the crown of my blood-filled cock. He gave a little moan and started applying suction all on his own. Levi Ch. 05 "Oh, fuck that feels so good. Try to work up a lot of spit in your mouth. The more spit you can get on my cock the better. I'm talking so much spit it is running down my balls into my ass. Ohh, keep sucking like that. Whenever you get comfortable take your hand away and get as much of my cock in your mouth as possible." I instructed. Keith was really getting into it. His previous reservations about going through with his longtime lustful fantasies were dissipating. He had removed his hand from my cock and his other hand from my balls and he was rubbing everywhere on my body that he could reach. He started to descend on my cock and got about a third of the way down before I was at his throat. I thought he might need just a little encouragement so I put a hand on the back of his head and applied just a little pressure. He gagged, but I'll be damned if he didn't immediately go back to trying to deep throat my cock. On his third attempt he was able to suppress his gag reflex enough for me to get my mushroom tip into his throat. His hands had stopped roaming my body and were actually squeezing my thighs. I don't know why he was squeezing my legs so hard. Maybe it was some kind of excitement/tension reliever for him. I was in complete ecstasy. This was my first time getting a blowjob from a guy. All that talk I was spewing to Keith about how it is weird the first time was bullshit. I was just talking. I hadn't ever given a blowjob either. However, the talking worked because now Keith was sucking my cock with a lustfulness and expertise I didn't even know existed. I couldn't help it but I was getting close. Keith had only been sucking me for about 10-15 minutes but I couldn't stop clenching my abs and stomach muscles. My breathing was so fast and ragged I bet a doctor would have freaked. His hot mouth and throat just felt so fucking good wrapped around my dick. The sensation he was providing coupled with the excitement of the situation was just too much for me. I tapped his head and told him, "I'm cumming. I'm cumming. Fuck, I'm cumming. Ohh Fuck. Ahhh. Ahhh. OOOhhh." Unfortunately, for Keith I didn't really give him any warning. I kind of just told him I was cumming right about the time I started actually cumming. He gagged. He coughed and worst of all he pulled off my cock. I immediately replaced his mouth with my hand and finished rubbing the last of my sticky baby-batter out. It was easily the best orgasm of my life. Even after the orgasm feeling was subsiding, I still had gooey sperm working its way from my cock. Keith just kneeled there between my legs watching my cock finish ejaculating. He was working his tongue all around his mouth. I knew what he was doing. He was savoring the taste of my very own secret herbs and spices. "Do you want the rest of it, cocksucker?" I asked. I don't know why I went all aggressive with calling him cocksucker but he didn't seem to mind because he went straight for it. He licked every single drop of cum from my cock and balls. Keith even licked the cum that had gotten all in my manicured pubes. "That's right cocksucker, get all of my fucking cum. I knew you wanted it." I said. He finished slurping up my spilled seed up and he scooted off of the bed and just stood at the foot of it and looked at me. I apologized, "I'm really sorry Keith. Right when I bust a nut I kind of get all aggressive for a minute. It's like a testosterone shot straight to my brain. I didn't mean what I just said. He just stared into my eyes and he began to cry, and you guessed it, the pizza guy knocked on the door at that exact moment. To be continued... As always please feel free to comment. I love all comments, good and bad. Also, feel free to email me feedback. I respond to all emailed feedback. Thanks for reading and I look forward to writing more. Levi Ch. 06 This is the second installment of the Prologue written for the 4 part Levi Series. So, technically this is chapter 6 of the Levi Series. Thank you for all of the comments so far. Christian is one of my favorite characters and I love to write about him. I know a lot of readers hate Christian because of his arrogance but he really is a good guy. All characters are 18 years of age or older and all usual disclaimers apply. If you remember from chapter 5, the story left off with Keith and Christian going through their first sexual act and Keith began to tear up. I jumped off of the bed and ran into the living room area looking for my athletic shorts. I found them quickly and pulled them on not thinking twice about how my cock, wet and sticky from my first homosexual blowjob was sticking to the material. I ran to the door and on the other side was a middle-aged man holding a pizza. I signed the credit card receipt rounding the total up to $19.00 dollar leaving a $5.39 tip for the guy. I ordered a lot of pizza so I always tipped well. I took the hot box from him with a hurried thank you. I had pressing matters on my mind and hunger was the furthest thing from my thoughts. In my bedroom was a gorgeous Italian with tears streaming down his pale face. I was confused. I was never surprised by anything, but I have to tell you that, that was not the reaction I was expecting from Keith. I threw the pizza on the coffee table never breaking stride on my way back to the bedroom. Keith was exactly where I left him: standing at the foot of the bed. It seemed as though he was able to ebb the flow of the tears and sound of sobs. I walked right up to him completely unsure as to what to do. I put my hand on his shoulder and he immediately jerked his body away from me. I was flabbergasted. I shuffled my feet to position myself in front of him again and he just turned to face away once more. "Dude, Keith?" I said in a questioning tone. I got no response. "I am going to grab another beer. Would you like one? Or do you want some pizza maybe? I am going to be honest. I don't know what's happening right now." I said "Yeah, grab me a beer. I..I..I just need a quick minute to get myself together." He said. Okay, this was good. He was talking again. He was thinking. Perhaps we would be able to talk about some of this stuff together. Between the two of us our IQ had to be 260 at the least so I know we could figure out what the problem is and solve it forthwith. I opened the fridge and grabbed 3 beers. I stood in the kitchen and chugged one of them. I returned to the bedroom with the other 2. I popped one open and handed it to him and opened the second and took another long draw from the bottleneck. At the end of that I ripped a belch that would have gotten into Guinness. He laughed, "You are so crude." He said. "What are you, my friend or my new finishing school tutor?" I asked in jest. "Come back into the living room we can pop a squat on the sofa. Have 10 beers and bullshit a little bit. Are you game?" I asked. "Umm, yeah. That would be fun. I would like to talk a little bit." He replied. I was happy that it was Keith to be honest. I knew he was fucking brilliant and so he didn't need me to explain things to him whenever we finally got into a good discussion about what had just happened. On the flip side, I was kind of scared. I was pretty used to steamrolling most of my friends in conversations until they had no choice but to agree with me. We sat on the sofa. And I turned my body towards him leaning back onto the armrest. He sat straightforward, not looking at me, with his hands in his lap. You don't need to be a psychoanalyst to read the body language between us. I picked up on it. However, I decided not to change my position. I wanted to be in a comfortable position illustrating how relaxed I was about the situation. I wanted to give off the vibe that I wasn't frazzled in the least. Although, my head was spinning. "So, what do you want to talk about?" Keith asked. "Oh, I was thinking we could keep it light and discuss our most horrible childhood memories." I said. "Fuck, Christian, don't you take anything seriously? I am in big fucking trouble here." He said with his voice climbing an octave. "I am sorry Keith, I don't understand. Big trouble from the police, your parents? I mean no one knows what just happened except the two of us." I retorted. "Well not now but I'm sure you'll tell everyone what happened, then all of the whispers that I'm gay will no longer be whispers. People will be shouting it at me. Not to mention, I'm going to Hell now. In case you forgot, I am a Catholic. Wait, now I know what's going on here. You taped the whole fucking thing! You asshole. Your project deals with fags in high school. I am your original spin. You are using me as a fucking lab rat. You piece of shit. Why does everyone fucking hate me so much?" He was yelling. "SSSHSHSHSHSH...SSSSHHHH. Calm down....For fuck sake, Keith calm the fuck down. You don't know what you are talking about." I said while standing up and moving towards him. I put a hand on his shoulder and just kept shushing him until he stopped screaming at me. It was the most intense moment of hysterics I had ever witnessed. "Calm down, dude. I didn't tape any fucking thing. I am not doing a project regarding you sucking my dick. In case you didn't notice, my dick was hard. I can't really go around telling everyone I know you are gay when it was my dick you sucked and expect them to not call me gay. You need to calm the fuck down and just talk this out with me. I swear, I am not out to hurt you at all. Just chill bro. I am fucking gay. I have always been gay. I just hide it better than you. Fuck." I exclaimed. "I'm sorry. I just don't trust you. I don't trust what I just did. I feel like you just mind fucked me...and mouth fucked me. I am not even comfortable talking to you right now. All that shady talk the other day about never letting people know upfront who you are. You are a shady mother fucker. I know you're smart and I know you just mind fucked me. You made me do that to you. You used some kind of fucked up psychology to make me put your thing in my mouth. While you were giving me instructions I knew I wasn't supposed to listen and I knew you were telling me bad stuff to do but I couldn't stop it. You are some kind of devil. I know all that. What I don't know is why did you do all of that to me. Why did you just trick me into putting my mouth on your...on your...you know?" He finished in an exasperated tone. I could tell he was working himself into believing what he was saying. "Keith, homie, you have got to slow down. I swear to God that I didn't pull a mind trick on you. I didn't know you were so confused about your sexuality. I am so sorry to have put you in this position. I swear I had no ulterior motive. I only wanted to get you into bed. But I swear it wasn't for some fucked up reason to hurt you. I am gay. I thought you were gay. I put everything on the line. I was playing the hard to get and harder to understand and even harder to trust role but I swear to you I wasn't trying to do anything to hurt you. You have to believe me." I explained. Keith was still pissed. I think he was starting to believe me. He had to, I mean it was the truth. But he wasn't ready to give up the anger he had about following through with his first gay experience. He surprised the shit out me with his next words, "There is one way and only one way I will ever believe you. Blow me." "What? Are you fucking serious?" I asked with exasperation. "Yeah, what's the problem? You said you were gay. You said you only wanted to get me here and seduce me because you were gay. If that is true you should have no problem sucking my dick. In case you aren't as smart as you think; let me school you. Gay guys like cock. I have a cock. If you are gay then you shouldn't have a problem sucking my cock. In case you didn't notice, I just sucked yours." He said almost angrily. Now I am a big fan of words. I always trusted my words. I have never been in any situation in which I wasn't able to talk my opposition into a corner. However, Keith was different. I couldn't talk Keith in circles. He was just as smart as me if not smarter. No, this was not a moment for more words. This was a time of action. If all Keith needed to put his mind at ease was something I wanted to do anyway, then why not do it? It was time to take action; not take up wordplay. I stood in front of this hot Italian wearing only one article of clothing...athletic shorts that were sticking to my spit and cum covered cock that was already hardening again. No shirt, no shoes, full service. I dropped to my knees. "What are you doing, Christian?" Keith asked. "I am putting your mind at ease, Keith. I am gay and if all you require of me to prove to you that I am not using you as a guinea pig is a blow job then I thank you. I want to do this; I want to suck your dick. I am not only going to suck your dick, but I am going to prove how gay I am...I am going to swallow your cum. I am going to prove to you that I am a total fag. But I want something in return. After I am done sucking your dick and swallowing your cum; you will talk to me. You will share with me what is really going on inside of your head. We will talk about this together. Agreed?" "All I have to do is cum in your mouth. If you actually go through with it I will trust you. But I don't think you will actually go through with it." Keith said. "Just to make it fair, let's do this in my bed. You know if I was recording you sucking my dick then I would be on that camera too. Go lie down on my bed. I am going to grab two more beers and I will meet you there." I said. Less than a minute later Keith was lying on my bed shirtless but wearing tighty-whities. It was almost cute. I didn't think anyone under the age of 40 wore those. He had a very impressive mound in those white FTL briefs. I wanted him. This was going to be my first time sucking a dick. I stood at the foot of the bed thinking about that. I was going to bust my mouth cherry with a guy that I thought was cute but had no emotions for. How girlish was that thought? I stood there staring at his cock wondering what he thought when he was standing in the exact same spot not more than an hour prior. This was not a time for words though. This was a time for action. It was not like he was making me. I really did want this. My 18 year old, junior-in-high-school body, wanted sex. I needed sex. I craved sex. Keith was in front of me, offering sex. Oh how his Catholic God answered my prayers. I slowly, oh so slowly, climbed into the bed between his legs. He had to open them a little wider to allow for my body. I placed a hand on each leg and let them slide up his thighs until they reached his pelvis. My hands continued up his abs and onto his ribs. God, this guy was so scrawny. I lowered my head as I continued my trek up his body. When my hands finally stopped at his pectorals my face was right above the ever-growing mound in his briefs. What a gorgeous sight his clothed cock was. I could even smell his scent a little. It wasn't a bad scent. I could smell his sex. His cock had a scent and it was intoxicating. I bent my head down and kissed his cock through his briefs. It felt magical on my lips. I kissed the base and then the middle of his cock and then the beautiful head of his underused sex organ. "Keith?" "What, Christian" He replied in an out-of-breath voice. "With your permission, I would like to take your underwear off. Is that okay?" I asked in a humble voice. "Umm, yeah, I really want his but wait." He replied. "What?" I asked. "I am kind of embarrassed. My penis is kind of small. I mean it isn't like tiny or anything but it certainly isn't as big as yours. I'm sorry. I don't really know what I am supposed to say." Keith said. "Dude! For real! A cock is a cock. I have never even touched one. You are more experienced than me right now. I have never even really thought about it. Don't ruin this for yourself by thinking about that kind of shit. Just lie back and enjoy this." I responded. I put my hands on his back and slid them down. When my hands reached his briefs I flattened them out. When my fingers touched the elastic band I slid my fingers inside of the stretchy material. The flesh of my fingers burned on the flesh of Keith's hips and ass globes. His skin was so taut and soft to the touch. I kept kissing his cock through his briefs while my hands slowly pushed down the cotton. Less than a minute later I was looking directly into a huge bush of pubes, then a hard cock. I had his briefs at the bend in his knees. I continued and totally relieved him of his underwear. "Well, it is crunch time. Show me you can be trusted." Keith said. This is not a time for words. This is a time for action. I placed my lips onto his cockhead. His flesh was so hot and so soft. My right hand found his huge balls and began to manipulate them. I loved rolling his wonderful balls around while I kissed his cock up and down. He was right. His cock wasn't near as big but his balls were huge. "Oh my God, Keith. You smell so good." I said as I continued with my exploration; both hands and mouth exploration that is. It wasn't long before the kissing of his cock wasn't enough. I had to have it in my mouth. I pulled my lips into a small "o" shape and pushed my mouth down onto his cock. Keith gasped in ecstasy. I couldn't believe it. I was sucking dick. Me, football player, track star, class president, SADD V.P., guitar club chair had a cock in my mouth. I understood what Keith was talking about. It was so foreign it almost seemed as though someone had to be tricking me into it. But his hot cock was no illusion. I really was buried nose deep in another guy's pubes and I was loving it. I will never forget the feeling of Keith's wonderful cock in my mouth. It was so hard yet the skin was so soft. It smelled and tasted so good. I started thinking about how I would want my dick sucked and I did that for Keith. I began to fill my mouth with spit. I was going up and down Keith's hard cock with my lips wrapped tightly around his love tool and my saliva was just running everywhere. Keith wasn't talking but he was moaning and bucking his hips. If his dick was longer he would have been choking me every time he bucked his hips. I didn't know a lot about sucking dick or dick in general but I did know Keith wasn't going to last long. That was unfortunate. I loved having his dick in my mouth so much. His hard veiny cock was filling my mouth and began covering my tongue in sweet and sticky precum. Oh God his precum was like ball nectar from the Gods. I knew I was gay for as long as I could remember, but I never knew I would love another guy's cock so much. Everything about having Keith's dick in my mouth was fantastic. "Ohh God. Ohh, Christian. It's going to happen. It's coming. Ahhh. Ahhh." "Keith came. Keith came hard. I felt one squirt of cum hit my throat. I felt another hit my throat. Then I felt a gusher. Before I knew it, Keith was cumming so much that I couldn't taste anything other than chlorine and sugar. He just kept moaning and cumming. I didn't forget my pledge to swallow but I wanted full credit for swallowing. I let Keith empty his balls fully into my mouth. I couldn't feel any more cum spewing and Keith's moans died down. I slowly moved my head off of his wonderful cock. Holding Keith's ball juice in my mouth I stared right into his face. Keith finally opened his eyes and the first thing he saw was my face. He stared intently into my eyes. I moved all of his cum to my tongue. Oh God it tasted good. I didn't want to swallow it but the alternative was holding it in my mouth forever and that wasn't going to work. Spitting his cum out never crossed my mind. "Well?" Keith said with a tone of impatience. I parted my lips to show him his bountiful ejaculate. His eyes narrowed and then widened. I stuck my tongue out. I had his cum in a pool sitting in the middle of my tongue. I closed my mouth...swallowed. "Open your mouth again. I want to see your mouth is empty." Keith demanded. I opened my mouth to show him that where his cum once was, was now void of any cum. I indeed swallowed all of his delicious man juice. Oh God was it delicious. Thank you lord for making cum and making me want to swallow it. If Keith didn't trust me now; I am more than happy to go for round two. To Be Continued... To everyone who read and commented on this series I can't thank you enough. As always I appreciate all ratings, comments and sent feedback – good or bad. I reply to all emailed feedback.