My name is Simon Spears. I have a normal life in a normal suburban Atlanta town with my normal family. I mean, it’s a pretty normal life. I turned eighteen a few weeks ago, which has been kind of liberating because I think I’m starting to feel comfortable in my own skin for the first time in years. Comfortable, but not normal.
The person to whom I attribute any sense of confidence I might have is my mother, Emma, a psychologist who probably uses too much of her well-honed skills on her sons than she should. We call her out on it when she psychoanalyzes the minutiae (like when she wouldn’t let it go that my brother and I neglected to take the trash out after repeated requests). However, she is intelligent, open, and always knows when we are hurting. I can see it in her eyes when she’s not buying something from me. Sometimes she lets it slide, sometimes she doesn’t.
I get my quick wit from my handsome father, John, a retired quarterback from the Atlanta Falcons who has mastered the art of the Dad Joke as much as the rest of our family has mastered the Fake Laugh. Dad is good-natured, doesn’t come down entirely too hard on us, but still reins us in when he thinks my brother and I need it. He loves having a family. Sometimes I watch him looking around the table at dinner, unable to hide that he’s beaming with pride.
Neither of my parents was particularly skilled in the kitchen, which has not been a big deal in our household. My older brother Lee, who looked like a twenty-year-old version of our dad, found a love for cooking and baking by the time he was seven years old and has grown into a remarkable chef. Instead of rock stars and sports heroes, Lee idolized Food Network and PBS culinary personalities. Lee prepared the majority of our meals, which were by and large delicious beyond words. However, when a lot of cursing was going on in the kitchen, we knew there was potential that my brother would be serving us a gastronomic turd blossom.
And then, of course, there’s our dog, Badger. He’s your standard terrier, except that he takes abnormally large craps in the yard, which I have to pick up. If I don’t, I run the risk of more of Mom’s psychoanalysis.
Laura and Rick are my closest friends in the world, and I have very few memories of the three of us not knowing each other. We met in kindergarten and have grown tighter ever since. Laura Burke is the person who I have always been able to talk to about everything. Almost everything. If I’m discussing something I’m going through, it’s like she’s working out how to find the most perfect, comforting words before I’ve finished talking. I don’t want to imagine a world where she’s not in my life. Rick Eichner and I are close, but it’s definitely different than what I have with Laura. He’s not as expressive with his feelings, but that’s okay. When it’s just the two of us hanging out, we can laugh our asses off at the stupidest shit and sometimes that’s all I really need in the world.
Our trio became a quartet a few months ago. Gabby Sasso transferred to our high school and by chance sat at our table during lunch on her first day. Rick introduced himself to the incredibly attractive teenager, and we’ve been inseparable ever since. It was nuts because I would have been perfectly fine keeping things the way they were with Laura and Rick, but Gabby was like this long lost sister who fit so perfectly in our group, anyone would have thought we’d been friends for years. She was confident and smart, with a razor-sharp tongue. Guys stared at her like a piece of meat, but there was nothing arrogant about her demeanor. The only thing she seemed to care about since she came to Robinson High was finding a tight-knit group. It was meant to be.
So that’s my life in a nutshell. Pretty normal, right? Oh, there is one more thing about me: I’m gay.
Since I was fourteen years old, I knew I was attracted to the same sex. As far as I can tell, I’ve done a pretty good job of hiding it from my classmates, my friends, and my family. Last year I dated Jackie McClintock for a few months, but I broke things off as soon as she pushed me to go further than first base. I thought I was safe with her because she was always looking down her nose at the oversexed student body; I assumed she was the type that would want to wait before our relationship got overly physical.
I haven’t said anything to anybody about my sexual orientation. Not yet. Every time I feel like I’m getting the courage to come out, I think about my classmate Evan Hobbs getting taunted for being gay by Trenton Rivers and Skyler Hill, the class bullies. I regretted that I was able to hide in plain sight from their wrath, while Evan was forced to absorb their hate regularly.
“Simon!” Mom called from downstairs. “Breakfast is almost ready!”
I got up from my computer, where I was about to check into Pornhub before deleting my search history; I trusted my parents to an extent. Before I could tell my mother I would be right down, I caught a glimpse of Cory Powell getting out of his father’s truck across the street from our house. The former wrestler graduated from Robinson High three years ago and was now doing landscape work for his dad.
Cory was still in perfect shape. His body was lined with curved muscles, his blond hair was trim, and he always wore t-shirts and shorts that revealed his muscular physique. I must have pounded my meat to the image of Cory’s flawless body a hundred times in the last few years. As I got lost admiring him from my bedroom, he gave me a wave and my heart almost stopped. I waved back nervously just as my father opened the door wide.
“Breakfast is ready!” Dad said. “Unless you want to finish watching your porn?”
“Jeeze, Dad!” I yelped. “Boundaries, maybe! I wasn’t even… uh, I’ll be down in a minute.”
“I’ll let your mom and brother know,” Dad replied with a smile. He loved zinging me.
I came downstairs and saw that I still had a little over an hour before I had to pick up my friends before school. Lee prepared an impressive spread of pastries and gorgeously sliced fruit for us. Anything we didn’t eat was usually brought with him to class on what was his never-ending search for negative feedback. I grabbed a couple of blueberry muffins, threw them in a brown paper bag, and was on my way.
“Why are you heading out so early?” Mom asked.
“Uh… I saw an old classmate across the street and thought I’d say ‘hi’ or whatever,” I replied, walking out of the kitchen. “See you, guys. Smells delicious, Lee!”
“Be home in time for dinner!” Mom said. “Aunt Kirsten and Uncle Ryan will be here!”
“Wait!” Lee called out. “I made a compound butter for those.”
It was usually best not to turn around and feed into the preciseness of my brother’s food preparation. If I had gone back, he would have checked the temperature of my muffin, added more butter than I prefer, and then held me up even further by demanding to take photos of the completed project. It’s happened too many times.
As soon as I was on the porch, I spotted Cory blowing the leaves off of the Howards’ lawn. The family was away for the week to see Mrs. Howards’ mother, who has been ill for the past couple of years. Mom said that they expected that she wouldn’t make it through the end of the week. Our families have never been exceptionally close, but Mom said tragedies have a tendency to bring people together.
Cory looked up and gave me another friendly wave. I immediately started blushing. The guy had caught me checking him out twice in the last fifteen minutes. I walked across the street, and he turned off his leaf blower, before offering a pleasant welcome.
“Hey,” I said. “I don’t know if you remember me from high school. My name’s Simon. Simon Spears. Cool boots.”
“Yeah,” Cory said. “Didn’t you have, um, whatshisname for Algebra?”
“Mr. Tompkins,” I replied.
“That’s right,” Cory said. “Mr. Tompkins. I was just about to go to the backyard to finish with the leaves, you want to come with?”
“Sure,” I said.
Cory led the way, and I walked behind him, admiring his astonishingly rounded ass and thick legs. My cock was swelling with each step into the Howards’ backyard, which actually didn’t have any trees, just high bushes along the walls. The majority of the area was cement, with much of the space inhabited by a large pool and a stone fireplace. Though we were never invited, the Howards did a fair amount of entertaining, so I wasn’t surprised by the extravagance of their yard.
“Not too many leaves out here,” I noticed.
“Yeah, I just wanted to get you back here where we could have some privacy, uhhhh…” Cory replied.
“Simon,” I said.
“That’s right,” Cory said with a tiny laugh. “Honestly, I don’t recognize you at all, Simon. But do you know what I did recognize?”
“What?” I asked.
“That look,” Cory answered with half a grin. He brought his hand up to his left pec and gave it a squeeze. “The one you gave me upstairs in your bedroom. It was the same one you were giving me on your porch.”
“I… uh… I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I replied. Shit. My face felt like it was going to burst open. I could only imagine how red it was.
“It’s cool, Simon,” Cory said. “I get it all the time. Usually from lonely housewives. Or even lonely househusbands. It’s good for business because it usually means a few more bucks in my pocket, steady work, or both. I don’t get enough people my own age staring at me the way you were though. It’s refreshing to be wanted by someone younger.”
“Maybe… I should just… uh…” I stammered.
“Come on, Simon,” Cory said, starting his bargain. “What do you got to lose? How much time do you have before school starts?”
“An hour,” I answered.
“Then we’d better hurry,” he said, stepping closer to me.
Pulling my backpack from my shoulder, Cory didn’t bother to try to continue any further negotiations. I probably would have kept things awkward, and he was aware the clock was ticking. Off went my jacket and then he reached for the bottom of my hoodie. I lifted my arms up like a six-year-old being undressed for his bath. Cory just smirked and removed the garment, tossing it to the side with my other things. Not wanting to relinquish total control to the landscaper, I reached for my belt buckle and unfastened my pants, letting them drop to the ground.
“Ever have your cock sucked, Simon?” Cory asked, pulling his shirt off to reveal his massive chest. I just shrugged. “That’s okay. I’ll tell ya, it’s better to happen with someone who loves giving head rather than someone who considers it an obligation.”
Cory got on his knees in front of my crotch and pressed his face against my cock, which was trying to push its way out of my boxer briefs. He ran his lips against it, and I could feel precum leaking from the head, creating a small puddle on the front of my shorts. Cory noticed and pressed his tongue against the tip, licking the droplets of jizz that seeped through the cotton.
With one quick yank, my briefs were around my ankles, and my nine-inch cock was in Cory’s mouth, racing across his tongue until it hit the back of his throat. I leaned forward a few inches and reached for the landscaper’s broad shoulders. I needed to steady myself because it felt like I might fall over at any moment.
“Oh… oh God… God, that feels so good,” I muttered.
There were no other words for the singularly unparalleled thrill of a man’s lips descending upon my tool while the tongue nuzzled along the base. I remember the first time I stroked my cock with some of Mom’s hand lotion and thinking that was the best feeling in the world, but this transcended that by an immeasurable distance. I pushed my hips forward gently, sinking my throbbing dick down Cory’s throat a little more with each thrust.
“Come on,” Cory said, pulling my cock out of his mouth. “I want you to fuck my face so hard that it feels like you’re hurting me. I mean it, Simon. As hard and fast as you can.”
All I could do is nod as the landscaper went back down on my cock. I drove myself into his gorgeous face repeatedly, gaining momentum with every plunge. Thinking back to some of my most-watched porn clips, I grabbed the sides of Cory’s face and held tight as my groin began to smack my former classmate in the face.
“Like this?” I asked. “You want th-this down your throat?”
“Mmmm-hhhmmmmm,” Cory responded.
Did this mean he wanted to date me, I wondered? I didn’t even know that Cory Powell was gay. He was always with the most popular girls in school as far as I could remember. I wasn’t going to push anything because I didn’t want to scare him off, but I’d be willing to go out if that’s what he had in mind.
The slapping of my balls against Cory’s chin echoed through the backyard. My family and I knew the neighbors on both sides of the Howards’ property, but this felt too good to stop myself. I wanted it to go on forever, and at this point, I didn’t know if I could stop if I found out someone could see what we were doing. My balls were already tightening up, after just a few minutes of getting my cock sucked.
“Cory… watch out… oh… I’m… I’m…” I yelled, trying to remove my dick from Cory’s mouth.
The handsome landscaper didn’t want my cock anywhere but down his warm throat as I climaxed. I couldn’t stop jerking as my nutsack emptied its contents into Cory’s capable mouth. Holy shit, I was not ready for that. I finally stepped back and sat down onto the cold concrete porch, looking around as though I might see someone spying on us. However, it appeared as if the Howards’ bushes obstructed the neighbors’ view.
“Here, come with me,” Cory said, taking me by the hand and leading me to an enormous lounger by the side of the pool. He pulled his shorts and work boots off and then laid his exceptional body upon the lounger with his mammoth cock in hand. “It’s your turn. Don’t worry, I’ll guide you through it.”
And guide he did. I felt so clumsy my first time, but Cory was moaning early and often as I tried to make my way down what must have been almost ten inches of manhood. I wasn’t sure if I couldn’t suck off such an enormous tool or if it was just my lack of experience, but I was having problems. Cory talked me through it though, helping me slip down a half-inch at a time, eventually pressing my nose firmly against his well-trimmed pubic area.
“Yeah… oh yeah, Simon… mmmmm… now… now, just keep moving… ah… that tongue around,” Cory gasped. “Oh… oh yeah, baby… fuuuuuuuck… nice… nice… oh fuck, Simon, just like that!”
As I handled Cory’s dick, he kept providing me with useful advice and plenty of positive feedback. The way he was squirming around on the lounger told me that I had some decent cocksucking skills. Half of it was just me trying to emulate what he had done to me on the porch.
Grabbing a clump of hair, Cory started fucking my face once he recognized that I was going to be able to keep up with him. I coughed a few times and gagged a little, but he didn’t relent. I was just happy that I was able to hold my own with someone who probably received a considerable number of blowjobs in his line of work. I had my fingers crossed that more lessons would follow.
“Okay… Simon,” Cory said. “This won’t… ah… be easy, but I’m… ah… gonna shoot my load… OHHHHH!”
I don’t think a second passed before streams of warm cum were released inside me for the first time in my life. I didn’t know what to expect, but it wasn’t as bad as I had feared. Yes, feared. Laura told me that she thought she “would die” if a man ever came in her mouth because her older sister Katie threw-up after Katie’s boyfriend did it without any warning. But the sound of Cory moaning while he clasped his hand around the back of my head was intoxicating. The salty warm taste and slight burn against the back of my throat made my heart race. I was ready to suck Cory off a second time.
“Was that…” I started. “How was that?”
“Simon, that was fucking amazing,” Cory said, leaning forward and kissing me on the mouth. “So much better than my girlfriend!” Cool. I guess that meant I wouldn’t be introducing him to my parents in the foreseeable future. He looked at his watch and then gave me a devious smile. “You know, we do still have plenty of time!”
“For what?” I asked, feeling stupid as soon as my brain caught up with my lips.
“You’re hilarious,” Cory laughed. “Let’s go in the pool.”
Cory took me to the shallow end and had me lean over the edge. The landscaper began kissing me on the shoulder and moving his hands down my arms, pushing his body closer to mine. I felt his erect cock moving between my asscheeks, which was the first thing to really freak me out. I imagined the first guy who made love to me would be someone special, possibly after months of dating. I didn’t want to back out of this though. I wanted to know what it felt like to be fucked and I started to think that I might prefer getting it over with so I could get some experience under my belt. A million different rationalizations crossed my mind as Cory’s long dick moved inside of me, and I reached to grasp anything I could, but there was nothing to cling onto.
“You’re so fucking hot, Simon,” Cory grunted. I wasn’t sure if he knew I was a virgin, and I was too afraid to admit it. “So glad you came by… mmmm… I hope we can become really good friends.”
The only thing I could do was bite my lip and shut my eyes tight, praying that the pain of having ten inches of cock buried inside me would subside. Cory was moving fast, holding my hips so hard that he was practically pinching them. The water splashed around us as our bodies slapped against each other.
“It’s not easy, Simon,” Cory panted. “Ungh… promise… ahhh… you’ll get used… ungh… to it! Mmmmm… fuck… you’re so tight!”
One of Cory’s arms reached around my torso to hold me close while he used his other hand to stroke my cock. He made his way around my body, caressing me to distract from the difficulty of taking my first cock. But as he kissed the back of my neck, still plunging his tool inside me, the struggle diminished, and it wasn’t as challenging as when we first began. Girlfriend or not, I wanted us to do this together again so that I could get the hang of it.
“That’s not so bad… ungh… is it, Simon?” Cory asked.
“N-no… it’s… ahhhh… no,” I replied. “M-might need m-more practice.”
“Fuck yeah,” Cory said. “I’m fucking up for that, bro.”
I turned my head to kiss the landscaper as we screwed. It was so much more intense and passionate than what I experienced with Jackie. Of course, then I didn’t have an enormous dick inside me, but it was more than that. I was making out with someone who sexually aroused me. It made a big difference.
“Oh shit… I’m cumming again,” Cory shouted, filling my insides with the same salted wad that he fed me not long before. “Fuck, Simon… that was exciting. Come on… lift yourself up a little.”
Helping me out of the water so that I was resting against the edge of the pool, Cory lifted me by the thighs and immediately pushed his face against my soaked asscheeks. His tongue sank inside me, swirling around to shovel and take back as much of his spunk as it could. I tried to hold back my bellows, but the feeling of Cory exploring my hole was as mind-blowing as it was unexpected. I grabbed my cock, which started blasting cum all over the edge of the pool.
“Goddamn…” I panted. “That was… that was… amazing.”
Cory let me fall back into the pool, where we made out for a few minutes. I was already getting hard again, tasting my asshole and cum all over his face. He looked at his watch and said, “I kid you not, I would do this with you all day, but I think you’re going to be late if we don’t stop.”
I hurriedly grabbed a gym towel from my bag to dry off and jumped back into my clothes while Cory did the same, although without the same frantic pace as me. I grabbed my phone and saw that I would only be a couple of minutes late picking up Rick, so I texted him to let him know before exchanging numbers with Cory.
“We’ll do it again, Simon,” Cory said, giving me a tender peck on the lips.
“Thanks,” I replied.
There was so much more I wanted to say. To shout, to sing, to skywrite! I played it cool and just smiled and turned to head back to my car. My head was in the clouds as I drove to Rick’s house like I usually do. I slammed on the brakes after I passed right by him as he stood on the side of the road.
“What’s with you?” Rick said, getting into my car.
“Just distracted, I guess,” I answered. “What’s up? How’s it going?”
Rick got right into a strange dream he had, carefully walking me through the details as I basked in the memory of Cory Powell taking my virginity. It was unexpected, but it left me elated. Rick prattled on but I only half-listened at best. I was terrible analyzing his dreams anyway. Thankfully Gabby and Laura were all in on helping him decipher the complex meanings behind the surreal imagery he described on our way to school.
Everything was back to normal.