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My name is Joss and I’m 18, just. I’m not popular, I’m not brainy and I’m not sporty. I like drawing and skateboarding. They’re the only things I’m good at. You probably already know me or someone like me. I’m the thin, scrawny, unwashed smelly boy with long greasy hair that always gets picked last for sport teams. The sort of lad that is a loner, has no friends and is the butt of nearly everybody’s jokes.
I’m different, that’s for sure. I live with my mum and brother Ryan, he’s 19.

As well as being attracted to guys, I have some weird thoughts and fantasies about sex. I don’t know where they come from because I’ve never had sex before. To be honest some of the things I fantasise about are disgusting and I hate myself for thinking about them but I can’t help it. They keep creeping into my mind at the oddest times.

My story begins in the last week of college before the summer holidays. Monday morning arrives with its usual gloomy inevitability and I climb out of bed. I pull on my jeans and pick up a T shirt from the floor. I give it a quick sniff and decide it’ll do. I slide my feet into my favourite converse trainers and grab my backpack. There’s never time for breakfast as I’m always late, so I shout goodbye to mum and I’m out the door.

College is a 20 minute walk from my house. Most days, I catch up with Nathan as his house is about halfway between mine and college. He’s the nearest thing to a friend I have. He always talks to me and we sometimes have lunch together. Like me, he’s a skateboarder and we often skate together at the recreation ground where there are a few halfpipes, ramps and rails.

Nathan is 19 and has has a real moody, smouldering look. His hair is short, thick and dead straight. It looks jet black, but in the sun the ends are dark brown and it hangs only just above his eyes. Those eyes, wide and narrow as if he is permanently squinting. Deep blue and full of mystery.

We walk and talk but instead of paying proper attention, I’m thinking about what it would be like to lick his arsehole. It’s a scorching day and he’s wearing sweat shorts. They cling to his skin, which is moist from the heat. I can see the roundness of his buttocks that I think have sort of slight dimples in them. And they show the faint outline of his cock flopping about as well, I’m sure he is going commando. His 5’10” lean figure is muscled, not hard but softly defined.

We reach the college gates where there are various groups, or should say cliques, hanging around. His pace quickens to get slightly ahead of me. I know it’s because he’s embarrassed to be seen with me. He breaks into a run and shouts.

“Got to run, I’m late. See you later.”

He joins his classmates. I’m not angry that he’s embarrassed to be seen with me. It’s not him, it's the other wankers in his class so i understand that he’d be in for a hell of a lot of ridicule if they thought he was even remotely friendly with me.

I hate Mondays. I have double Phys Ed last lesson, but at least I will get to see Nathan. He’s on the swimming team. They used to practice on Thursday, but due to a reshuffle of the schedule, would now be parading their awesome bodies in the changing rooms at the same time as my class. I would normally hang back until there were fewer boys around before I braved the changing rooms and showers. My cock is 5 ½” long soft and quite thick for my puny frame. Quite apart from the “donkey dick” taunts I would get, was the danger of completely embarrassing myself by getting a hard on.

I was going to have to play it really cool today. I wanted to get in the changing rooms early in the hope that I would be able to feast my eyes upon the object of my lust. I’d seen Nathan shirtless at the skatepark. His neck is long and slender resting on broad square shoulders. He is virtually hairless, save for a fine grassy pathway that leads from his navel to his pubes, inviting you to take a walk to the promise land. I wanted a picture in my mind of Nathan’s crown jewels so that I could put it in my wank bank.

I loved the smell of the changing rooms.That’s one of the weird things I mentioned about me. The smell of dozens of boys armpits, sweaty bollocks and cheesy feet was enough to set my dick throbbing if I wasn’t careful. I would have gladly sniffed every single pair of socks and trainers and smothered myself with their smelly underwear. I was proper scared as I made my way to the changing rooms but It helped to keep my dick in check. I’d fantasised about Nathan for so long. I couldn’t believe I was going to see him naked.

I scanned the room as I entered and picked a spot that was furthest from the door, near the showers. That way I was sure to get a glimpse of Nathan. I started to undress as slowly as I could, keeping an eye out for him. I couldn’t see him, so went into the shower. There he was, naked as a jaybird in all his glory. It was a damm shame that the only empty spaces were down the far end, miles from where he was so there was no chance to get a good look. Almost as soon as I came in, he was finished and left.

I had barely got myself wet before I sped out after him. As luck would have it, I had chosen a locker just a few feet away from his. I was able to get a great view of him as he dried himself. His pubes formed a tight dense bush crowning a long floppy uncircumcised cock. It was about the size of a double thick hot dog. I imagined squirting ketchup and mustard on it and sucking as if my life depended on it. His balls are nearly the size of small eggs and hang quite low in a slightly hairy sack that’s just asking to be tongue lashed.

He obligingly turns, puts one foot on the bench, and bends over to dry his foot which gives my a birds eye view of his butt. He does have dimples in his cheeks and I can see the dark, hairy valley that hides the secret sphincter of joy. His feet are a little smaller than most lads but I like that. I look away as he turns back to face me. We exchanged a glance and he acknowledged me with a nod. I raised my eyebrows as if to be surprised to see him. The changing rooms were emptying fast. While we were dressing, he asked what I was doing over the holiday. I told him I had nothing special planned except painting my uncle’s fence next week.

Surprisingly he said he wasn't doing anything either, now that his dad had to work right through the summer. You could have knocked me down with a feather when he asked if I wanted a hand. I lept on the opportunity to spend some time with him and told him he was welcome. He had to go and meet his dad and was in a rush. He turned as he ran to the door and told me to drop my number in his hall locker, number 363 so we could text and arrange things. I said I would but he was half out the door by then.

On the way home I convinced myself that there was a slim chance Nathan actually liked me. After all, why would he offer to help me? I decided that I would let him know I was gay and liked him more than a friend. I got home and started writing straight away. I tried to explain in the letter that I was ok with just being friends because I knew he wasn’t gay. It was all rather clumsy and infantile but I had to get it all off my chest and be honest. What’s the worst that could happen?

He might never speak to me again and I would know if that was the case because he wouldn’t turn up to help me paint the fence. I was sure he wouldn’t go as far as to tell anyone else. He wasn’t a jerk like that. He was intelligent. Not like the rest of the jock morons. I didn’t see him the next morning. I held onto the letter all day Tuesday. I eventually slipped it into his locker through the vent last thing before I went home. Strangely, I didn’t see him on Wednesday either. Maybe I already had my answer. I couldn’t change things now, I would have to live with it.

It was half 6 that night when I got a text from an unrecognised number that read, “I got your letter, meet me tonight at 8 behind the pavilion”. It had to be from Nathan. I couldn’t contain my excitement. He didn’t hate me. I wondered what was in store, what he was going to say and why he wanted to meet at the pavilion. 8 o’clock, couldn’t come quickly enough. I left early, I didn’t want to be late. My stomach was turning in knots as I walked. I didn’t want to be seen crossing the cricket field so I jumped the fence and walked along the tree line to the pavilion.

I couldn’t see anyone but hoped and prayed that Nathan would be waiting for me. I arrived a few minutes early and slowly crept around the back of the pavilion. It backed straight onto the woods, and so was a little darker behind the building. I peered round the corner and saw a figure in the gloom. My heart soared. “Nathan” I called in a sort of loud whisper. I went up to him and got the shock of my life when he turned to face me. It wasn’t Nathan, it was Brett.

Brett is loud and mouthy, aggressive and typically chavvy. He has slightly dark skin revealing some degree of mixed race. His body is fully ripped defining every muscle, hard and developed to the max. At 5’4” he’s no giant but you wouldn’t want to upset him. His hair is zero cropped beneath an ever present, backwards worn baseball cap. A permanent scowl on his face says “what the fuck are you looking at”. Bushy eyebrows, a wide nose and a glimmer of hair on his upper lip say “don’t mess with me”. Everything about him screams alpha male. He wears the scally uniform. Tracksuit and trainers with the bottoms tucked into his socks. A heavy gold chain around his neck informs that he is able to afford the best, the most expensive and fashionable sportswear and jewelry available.

“So it’s you, you smelly little fucker. Get over here.” Brett growled.

It was too late to run, he knew who I was now and I was scared shitless. I had no choice. I walked up to him sheepishly. He grabbed my sweatshirt in his fist, twisted it round and pulled me close. He took a long draw on the joint he was smoking and said,

“Yeah you stupid little fuck, you put the letter in my locker. So you like cock do you? Got a crush On Nate Ehh?”

I looked him in the eye, he had an angry gnarled expression on his face. I dropped my head and looked to the ground but couldn’t answer. He shook me back and forth.

“Answer me cunt,” he demanded.

All I could manage was “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, err, I’ve never...”
“Well you’re my fucking bitch now and you’re gonna do whatever I tell you, got it?”

I just nodded yes.

“Now suck my cock and you better make a good job of it or you’re fucking dead.”

He released his grip as he pushed me away. I got on my knees in front of him and pulled down the front of his trackie bottoms and boxer briefs. He spread his legs apart and leaned back against the wall. Looking down at me he carried on smoking his joint. I slowly revealed a mass of wiry pubes, then the thick girth and 5 inch long limp dick I was about to suck. I could smell his musky alpha scent of sweat and sex. Last to show were his balls. They were smallish, smooth and hairless. I tucked the waistband of his tracksuit bottoms under them and took hold of his cock.

He was uncircumcised like me so I pulled back his foreskin and put his swelling manhood in my mouth. I closed my lips and sucked. It wasn’t long before he was as hard as a steel girder and pulsing as I got into my swing. I was a natural. I gorged myself like a thing possessed. I wanted more and more of him in me. I went up and down his cock, tickling his helmet with my tongue. I looked up to see Brett take a picture of me sucking him off. I guess it was his insurance that I would do as I was told. Not that he needed it, he had my letter.

Brett told me to stop sucking and lick his balls and cock with just my tongue. Of course I did as I was told. Although I was still scared, I was loving my first taste and smell of cock. I licked every inch of his rod and bollocks like a dog. I made sure to get right underneath. He told me to to crouch with my back against the wall, pulled his trackie bottoms down further and straddled me. He took hold of his cock and stabbed me in the mouth. I knew what was coming. He was going to fuck my mouth just like he would fuk his girlfriend’s pussy and that’s exactly what he did.

I gagged a little but held on even though my eyes were watering. He pumped his fuckstick in and out and held my head still so he could get right to my throat. The moans and ahhs told me that he was getting near to shooting his load. Without warning he let go, ejecting his spunk in spurts of molten hot jets that hit the roof of my mouth and slid down my throat. I tasted and gulped it down with relish, even putting my hands on his buttocks and pushing him into me further. He told me to suck it dry so I clamped tightly with my lips to extract every drop of gooey goodness.

He kept his cock in my mouth till he started to deflate a little.

“You greedy little queer cunt. You love my fucking spunk, don’t you.”

The truth was, I did and so all I could say was

”yes Brett.”

He pulled up his trackies and looked down at me again. He reminded me that I was his bitch now and would be giving him a blow job whenever and wherever he felt horny. Before he left, he gave me the letter. He had the picture of me on the end of his dick now. I was still crouching down, savouring the taste and smell of Brett but wished it had been Nathan. I was so horny I had to rub one out which only took a minute or two. I made my way home wondering just how many times I would have to suck Brett off, or whether he would make me do anything else.

I was dying to be fucked but maybe because he was straight, that would be a step too far. There was nothing left to do but wait for the next text...

To be continued