First Time with Jonny

Talk about coincidences! Johnny was in my high school gym class. He was probably the shortest kid in school. He was a freshman and I was a senior. Coach P had me captain one of the gym class basketball teams. Unfortunately, it was the team that never won. Every once in a while Coach P let me play with one of the better teams. I was playing on the team when Coach P called me over and put me back in charge of my old team -- they were getting their clocks cleaned on the court.

John T. (everyone called him Johnny) was lucky if he broke five feet. Nobody picked on him, but everyone knew he was kind of short and skinny to play any sort of games. I called a time out when taking over the team. I set up a zone defense and told Johnny that his only job was to press whoever had the ball. Johnny didn't full understand what it meant so I told him to get close, keep his hands up and out, and stay close. Johnny did his job, chasing the ball all the way up court. Pressing, getting the guy to pass off, chasing the ball, pressing the next guy--you get the picture.

Then the unimaginable happened. Johnny intercepted the ball. We were all back in our defensive zone, guarding the basket. Johnny looked around, no one was there for him to pass off to. "Go, John, go!" We were all shouting for Johnny to take the ball. Off he went, dribbling down court.

We couldn't catch up to him, but the other team was. He got down within shooting range when the whole gym class erupted in shouts of "Shoot it! Shoot it!" And Johnny let loose and HE SUNK THE BASKET! Pandemonium broke out on the court. People from other games came over to pat him on the back! We still lost the game, but Johnny made everyone's day.

After high school I went into the Army for three years. Getting back home I bought a bike and rode everywhere. I was in riding on the other side of the city, watching a baseball game in the park. I saw some people I knew from high school and began talking to them. One of the people in the group asked, "Jim, don't you remember me?" I looked carefully. He was a skinny kid, about six feet tall, freckles. "Sorry," I said, "I don't."

"I'm John T."

"Wow! Johnny, what happened?"

"I grew." As we both laughed at that answer. As we talked I learned that we were both going to the same state university -- different majors, same university. We talked about becoming room mates. And the university honored our request. Having been in the Army with bays that sometime contained 40 to 80 men during training and 8 to 12 in permanent party, I lost a lot of my sense of privacy. I slept in my briefs. We were in a coed dorm, but I thought nothing of going to the bathroom in my underwear. Coming back from the shower all I'd have on was a towel. Johnny wasn't as brave. He wore pajamas to bed always had his robe when he took a shower.

Our first weekend in the dorm a group of us talked about having a party. Being the only "legal" in the freshman group, I was supposed to buy the booze. Firday night came, I took my shower, got dressed, and asked Johnny when he was going to be ready. This was a great opportunity to meet some of the girls on our floor. Johnny wasn't too hot to join the party.

After some cajoling I got him to go. After few beers the girls loosened up and got into some heavy necking. Johnny sat on the sofa, looking at this beer. I didn't score that night (too many people and too little privacy) and I was hot and horny after the party broke up. Getting back to the room I talked about how great the party was. I told Johnny that I noticed he was a little shy.

"I'm not shy. I'm scared and embarrassed."
"Scared and embarrassed about what?"
"Ummm, not all of me grew. And it embarrasses me."

What in the hell do you mean? Johnny explained that his penis did not develop as fully as it should. I had to see this! Johnny was tipsy, but didn't want to show. It took a little persuasion, but Johnny admitted that he wished he had better body definition and a bigger cock. After a little more persuasion, Johnny took his shirt off. He was slightly built, no real muscle definition, his torso completely smooth.

Taking a look at his smooth skin, my horniness did not abate. Walking up to him, I slowly undid his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, dropped his zipper, the whole time he breathed deeply, almost gasping for air. His jeans dropped to the floor, Johnny stood there in his white briefs with wet spots on them. It was obvious he had anl erection, nothing huge, but an erection none the less.

Slowly I put my hands on his waist and dropped them down to the elastic band. My fingers went under the band and Johnny seemed to stop breathing. I pulled the briefs down a bit. Johnny dropped his head and drew in a big breath of air. "Let's see how big I can make," as I reached into my drawer and pulled out tube of lube.

Putting some on the palm of my hand, I told Johnny to drop his drawers as I worked the lube into my palm a bit. Johnny took them off and stood there. The only hair on his body a tuft of red pubic hair. I came up to him, took his cock in my hand and slowly massage is small cock in my hand, moving my hand back and forth on his increasingly hard dick.

I undid my jeans, stepping out of them as they dropped to the floor. With one hand I pulled off my boxer, my 7 inch cock getting harder. Johnny reached out, took hold of my manhood and slowly groaned. My hands on his shoulders, I pushed Johnny down to his knees, opening his mouth he started sucking my hard cock. "You've done this before," I told him.

"Yeah, a neighbor used to make fun of me and make me suck him. You can even fuck me if you want to."
"Do you like girls?"
"Yeah, but I have better luck with guys."
"You ever fuck a guy?"
"No."

Johnny got from the floor and walked to his bed. I followed. He lay on his back, his head over the side, "Stick your cock in and fuck my face." I slowly did knee bends, my cock gliding up and down Johnny's mouth. Up and down, moving my cock in his mouth, my ardor growing. As I rose up, getting ready to bend my knees again, Johnny took his mouth away. "It's time for you to work," he said, as he lay down on his side. "Get behind me and put some lube on your cock and let's see how big a man you really are. Can you fuck me while I'm on my side?"

I got behind him and started running my lubed cock up and down his ass crack. And then, then I pushed him over on his stomach, my hands pushing down on his shoulders, my hard cock looking for his rose hole. Using one hand I pulled his ass apart, saw my target, and drove my cock home. "You don't have to rape me." "Shut up bitch! I'm doing what I want." Long, deep, almost angry thrusts into his ass.

Strong thrusts in and out, in and out, my breath hard and fast, "You like it this way, don't you? You're my pussy boy now, Johnny. I'll use you any way I want." And Johnny began to moan. "I'm better than any other bitch on this floor, in this college, and you can fuck my ass." Oh shit, in and out, in and out, picking up speed. Fucking him hard. "You no good little fucker. You ass is mine. Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh.... ohhhhhhhh!" As I slowly shot my hot cum into Johnny's ass. "Ohhhhh," I said, as I dropped down on his back and my cock slowly slid out of him.

"Let me finish what I started," I told him.
"You all ready did. I came when you fucked me."

This was the start of an interesting, educational four years.