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Sitting at lunch in middle school, the cafeteria was noisy. It was late May, so school would be out for the summer in another month. The day was bright and warm. I was sitting with my best friend, Scott, and some other close friends. As usual we were goofing off. I had just taken a drink of milk when Scott said, “you’re hired!” I looked at him, trying to figure out what he was talking about. “What?” I finally asked as I swallowed. “You’re hired,” he said again with a grin. “I’ve been looking for someone to suck my dick.” I looked at him again, not sure what he meant. After a few seconds he added, “the way you drank your milk,” and laughed. I shook my head and said, “you couldn’t afford me,” thinking that would be the end of it, but as always, Scott had to keep it going. “Well how much?” he asked. Now this was May, 1980. I was 14, we were in 8th grade, and so I said the first thing that came to my mind. “A hundred bucks.” He replied, “ok,” and went back to eating. I figured that was the end of it.
The next day, during first period, we were sitting together, taking notes from the math teacher when he leaned over and put a stack of dollar bills under my book. I looked at him quizzically, trying to also pay attention to the teacher. “What’s that?” I whispered to him. “Our deal,” he whispered back. “What deal?” He leaned in closer, “you giving me a blow job.” I almost laughed, realizing that he was back to the joke from yesterday, but then I looked at him and realized that he looked serious. “Are you fucking kidding?” I barely kept my voice to a whisper. I was shocked. Now I will say, Scott was a good looking kid. Athletic. Blond. Blue eyes you could swim in. Perfect haircut. His family had a house on the lake, so they had money. We had been friends for years, so I knew he sometimes would run with a joke until it wan no longer funny.
I have known since 6th grade that I am bisexual, and I admit that when I first realized it, I had hoped a little that he was also into boys, but this was the first indication that I had that he might be. He had girls practically walking over each other to get his attention. Hell, he even had a steady girl-friend, Becky, who he held hands with in the halls (the most you were supposed to do as far as “public displays of affection” in school.) So, to say I was surprised is an understatement. We had slept over at each other’s houses. I mean, we were best friends. I hadn’t told anyone, not even Scott, about my attraction to boys as well as girls, so it wasn’t as if he knew. Right? Could he? Just then, the bell rang and class was over. “I’ll talk to you at lunch,” he said. “I have to meet Becky.” Then he was gone. I looked and the money was still there, under my book. As casually as possible, I folded it and put it in my pocket, gathered my books, and headed for my next class. When I got to my desk, I pulled out the bills and counted them out. There were five crisp $20 bills.
Now unlike Scott, I didn’t have rich parents. We lived on the other side of town, on the edge of farmland. I looked at the money and thought of all the things I could do with it. The things I could buy. Then I started thinking about what it meant. Was Scott serious about wanting a blow job? From me? That didn’t seem real. He was probably still joking, I decided, and would somehow tease me about it at lunch. Well, I decided, if he did, I wasn’t going to give him the money back. I mean, no one else knew he gave it to me. I could hide it in my locker and then there wouldn’t be anything he could do about it.
However, I spent the next several school periods thinking. Part of me, the bi side, wanted Scott to be serious. I had never sucked a dick before and if I was going to, Scott’s would be a nice one to start with. I hadn’t ever seen his cock, but we swam together and had sleepovers, so I had seen him in just underwear. And in his swimsuit (he actually wore a speedo!) Another part of me hoped it was still a joke, just pushed too far, which was typical of Scott as well. He didn’t always know when to stop.
By the time lunch rolled around, I was actually feeling a little queasy, my stomach nervous about what would happen. I got my food and went to our usual table. Scott was right behind me and sat down together. No one else was at the table yet, but there were others in the cafeteria. He leaned in and in a whisper asked, “So when do you want to do this?”
I looked at him. He was serious. I honestly hadn’t expected this. What could I say? No, I thought you were joking, there’s no way I’m sucking your dick? I mean, what if we got caught? We’d both be labeled as queers at the least, and probably suspended at worst. Maybe I could talk him into doing it next time we were at one of our houses? That wouldn’t be for a while. He had track on weekends, so I wouldn’t see him then. And when school ended, his family usually took off for vacation. If it was going to happen, it would have to happen, it would need to be soon.
“Uh..” I looked around blankly, still wondering if this was part of the joke, still hoping that he would grin and say, “hahaha! I totally got you!” and that would be the end of it. Then I had a thought. “You have track practice after school, right?” He nodded as he was getting his lunch out. “OK. So maybe after school but before practice? I could meet you in the bathroom by the gym I guess.” I paused. “If you’re serious.”
“I’m serious. A deals a deal,” he said and began to tear into his sandwich. I wasn’t sure I could eat. I was both nervous and excited. I’d finally get to see if I really was bi. I mean, I knew I was “attracted” to some of the other boys, but I wasn’t sure if I really wanted to have sex with them. I fantasized about other boys when I was jerking off, but I also fantasized about girls.
“A few conditions,” I said quietly. I had to hurry, the rest of our friends were coming this way. “First, no one else can know about it.” Scott nodded agreement. “And you have to wash your dick first. I don’t want a smelly dick in my face.” Scott smiled and said, “deal!”
“What deal?” one of our friends asked, sitting down.
“Thomas is going to help me with my biology homework,” Scott said as I struggled to think of something to say. That seemed to mollify them as we started talking about the upcoming biology test.
That afternoon, after the last bell rang, I nervously made my way to the gym area. I walked slowly, waiting for the halls to clear. I knew track practice didn’t start until 30 minutes after school ended. I also didn’t want to show up at the bathroom where Scott was supposed to be to find a bunch of other guys there and have to pretend to pee or whatever. About ten minutes later, I was standing outside the bathroom door, trying to decide if I should go in or not. The halls were empty except for some of the track team going into the locker room. Once they had gone and the locker room door closed, I took a deep breath and walked into the bathroom. Scott was already there, pants down, washing his cock in the sink. I looked around but didn’t see anyone else in the bathroom. He looked at me in the mirror and motioned for me to go into the stall. I sat down on the toilet seat. My mouth was dry as a desert. My hands were shaking. I could see Scotts ass, his front pushed up against the edge of the sink. He turned the water off and turned around. I got my first real look at his cock.
My first impression was, “that’s not much different than mine.” It was probably 6 inches in length with a dark red mushroom head. He had sparse blond pubes around his shaft, and his balls were snuggled tightly against the bottom of his cock. Scott pulled up his pants enough to walk into the stall, turned slightly and shut the door. At this point his hard cock, pointing towards the ceiling, was just inches from my face.
“Now or never,” I thought with a sigh. I looked up into Scott’s eyes. I couldn’t read his expression. Was he excited? Nervous? Did he think I would back out, and so was surprised to see me? I just couldn’t tell. As I thought this, I felt the tip of his cock gently tap against my lips. I looked down and saw that Scott had his hand on his stiff erection and was tapping it on my lips. I opened my mouth and he pushed it into my mouth.
It was strange to feel him against my tongue. His skin was smooth but there was a firmness to it. I leaned slightly forward, taking more of him into me. I tried to keep my jaws loose and to think about where my teeth were (I had read in Penthouse forums about how much guys hated teeth on their cocks.) Before I realized it, my nose was pressed into his pubic hair and the head of his cock was at the back of my mouth. I tried not to gag. I heard Scott gasp and slightly moan. I hoped that meant I was doing good. I reached up with one hand and took hold of the shaft at the base to steady it. When I jerked off, I liked to play with my balls, so with my other hand, I began to gently pull and cup his balls. Scott let out a longer moan and I heard him whisper, “fuck, Thomas, that feels so good.” I backed off his cock, so about half of his shaft was in my mouth, and began to lick the underside and the head. I felt Scott put his hand on the back of my head. Then he began to stroke slowly and lightly in and out of my mouth, fucking my face. I realized that my own cock was hard, pushing against my pants. I wanted to release it but couldn’t figure out a way without standing up. Scott held my head tight, using my mouth for his pleasure. After what was surely less than a few minutes but felt like hours, he sped up his thrusts, pushing further into my mouth. I kept my hand on the base of his shaft to keep him from trying to push completely into my throat. I could feel my spit dripping down over the hand holding his balls. Then I felt his balls tense up and he moaned loudly. "Fuuuuuuck,” he moaned loudly. I thought for sure someone passing by would hear and come in, demanding to see what was happening. I felt his shaft expand and I was rewarded with the feel of his warm cum at the back of my mouth. I pushed back, trying not to choke but he was holding my head still a pushing into my face, trying to get his cock even further into my mouth. I pushed harder and his cock sprang out of my mouth and cum splashed my face as it continued to spew from his cock. Finally, after another couple of spurts, he leaned against the side of the stall. His cock was swiftly growing soft. He took it and while squeezing the last bit of cum out, pushed it into my mouth. I eagerly licked the last few drops, swallowing his load.
Scott stepped back, pulling up his pants and tucking his cock in. “Definitely worth that hundred bucks,” he said. I could see in the mirror behind me that my face was dripping with his spunk. Definitely, I agreed.
