The Gay Kid Gave Me a Blowjob in His Car - Part 3

Everyone is 18.

“So,” he started to ask, “You have any post nut regret?”

“Actually,” I said, “no.”

He smiled and melted onto my chest. And, just for good measure, I planted a light kiss on the top of his head. He held my cock and balls in his hand as we silently watched the show.

After hooking up with a guy, I felt surprisingly relaxed. He was a cool guy, and I wanted him to be happy. Plus, my sex life was going nowhere with Megan. Jackson had a sweet little crush on me and he’s definitely a good fuck. I just took his virginity and I was able to go in balls deep after some coaxing. He actually took it deeper than the two girls I had been with previously. I could never go up to my balls with them before they told me not to go deeper. I guess even on a small guy, the ass goes deeper than a pussy.

The next day at school. I smiled and nodded at Jackson when I walked into class. His face turned a bit red, and he smiled back. When we were partnered up again for an assignment in class, I joined in on the footsie game this time, but he was going further up my leg than I expected and I started to get hard, so I had to put a stop to it before it got out of hand. It seemed like Jackson had no limits. It made me curious to test them. 

The next Friday after my football game, which we had won pretty handily, and from which I came out looking like a star, I told my parents I was going to the team afterparty and kissed mom goodbye. Before I met up with the team in the locker room, I was still dripping sweat down my entire body, and I found Jackson chilling in the bleachers. The girls he was sitting with giggled when I approached, so I could tell he had told them about me. People around the school didn’t seem to be talking about it yet, so I think he told them to keep it under wraps for now. I stood above him looking down, and greeted them with a simple “Hi”.

“Hey,” he said back, smiling. 

“You want to hang out tonight?” I asked.

“Sure,” he said, turning a bit red at the public nature of the interaction, after what we had done together.

“I’ll text you,” I said, and we kept smiling at each other like idiots.

Finally, I turned around and walked off, and listened to them giggle and talk about me. When I got to the locker rooms we had our typical debauchery after a win. The guys were naked and rowdy. There was more dick showing in that room than at a gay bar. I noticed that I had started paying attention to how guys looked now. And I had to be honest with myself that my joy at sharing intimacy with the boys was somewhat more than simple camaraderie, sometimes. 

I was wondering when the guys would start talking about me and Jackson, but the only thing I got was one guy saying, “Hey I saw you talking to the gay kid.”

“Yeah,” I responded as I was taking off my gear, and freeing my body from the restriction of clothes, “He’s a cool guy.”

As the boys soaped up their sweaty butts, I laughed along and participated in the wildness, playing some grabass, and even giving and receiving a dickslap or two. At one point there was a bet of who had the biggest dick on the team. I won by a hair, but I was impressed with Jeff, the guy who came in second. When he and I were the last two to compare, I could see him start to stroke and pull his dick, trying to give it that extra bit of length. His face was concentrated as he essentially started jerking off in front of me. I was in it to win it, so I tugged along with him, not to be beat by a guy just because I was afraid to tug myself in front of the guys. There was some commotion, and the climax was when I pressed my hips forward and pushed my cock to touch the area directly above his dick. Since his hard dick was still not touching my balls, it was clear I had won. He conceded, reluctantly but still gracefully. We shook hands and finished showering, before leaving together mostly as a team.

On our way out, the parking lot was eerily quiet except for the low hum of Jackson’s truck engine and the occasional crunch of gravel under our sneakers. The air felt cool against my skin, which was still hot from the intensity of the game and the heat of the shower. I was even sweating a bit. My heart was still pounding from the adrenaline from the win and the post-game grab-ass coursing through my veins like fire. I spotted Jackson leaning against his truck, his dirty blonde hair catching the pale glow of the streetlight. I told the guys I’d meet them at the house and jogged over to him as they left in the opposite direction.

He looked up as I approached, his eyes widening slightly when he saw me in a pair of grey sweatpants, which I had a feeling was his favorite thing for me to wear. He stepped toward me as I approached, and we were alone in the parking lot. 

“Hey,” I said, my voice rough from yelling on the field, and in the showers. I could feel the weight of his gaze on me, that same curious, slightly nervous energy I’d grown used to since that day in his car after school.

“Hey,” he replied, his voice soft but steady. “Congrats on the win. Saw your touchdown. You looked… good out there.”

I smirked, feeling that familiar tug of ego. “Yeah? You've been watching me, Jackson?”

He blushed a bit, his cheeks turning a deep shade of pink, but he didn’t look away. “Maybe. You’re kind of hard to miss.”

I stepped closer, the smell of my sweat mixing with the cool night air. I could see the way his eyes darted down to my chest, then lower, lingering on the bulge in my sweatpants. This kid’s got it bad, I thought, and the idea sent a thrill through me.

I didn’t really have much else to say, so I just leaned in for a kiss. It was a warm night, and I was sweating a bit already even though I had just showered. Still, he tongued my mouth back with some pent up passion. I was instantly hard and pressed him against the back of his truck. My teen, jock hormones took over and I had to have him quickly. Because we were alone in the parking lot, I lifted him up in my arms, reached behind him and lowered the tailgate. The always prepared boy had a blanket waiting right there inside. He started groping my boner through my pants and I got an idea. I flipped him around so his head was hanging off the edge of the tailgate, pulled down my pants to midthigh and shoved my junk in his face. As usual he took a big whiff immediately, as if out of instinct. I probed his mouth with my boner until he opened up and let me press into his throat. He started to retch but didn’t seem like he was desperate for a break, so I pushed on. The slurpy saliva started to drip onto his face while I pressed the limits of this boy in a spiderman blowjob position. Soon I was face fucking him and holding his throat to feel the bulge I made inside it with every penetration. I was so much stronger than him that I could basically use him like a little toy. It felt so good to hit that deep penetration that I could never achieve with a girl, so I just kept bouncing my athletic ass and pounding into his face until he started to struggle. I quickly pulled out and he sat up to cough and catch his breath.

“That was so hot,” he said when he was able to talk again.

I didn’t want to give him much of a break, so after a second of letting him breathe I pushed him up into the bed of the truck, and sat my bare ass on his face. He went to town pretty quickly licking up and down my ass, and even probing my hole with his tongue. My erection stretched all the way past his nipples, and throbbed on his chest. I looked down at his pants tenting with his big cock, and felt the urge to suck him back, so i leaned forward and opened them up. I fished his hefty, twink cock out of his pants and pointed it at my mouth, before diving in and starting to bob my head up and down on his thick shaft, taking in its taste and its scent. 

When his tongue stopped pleasuring me, I lifted up to see if he was ok. He immediately inhaled with urgency, and sat up to catch his breath. 

“I almost passed out,” he said between breaths, making me laugh.

“That’s hot,” I said.

“I know,” he replied.

I shoved my cock back in his mouth and went back to blowing him. I never thought I would really enjoy sucking a boy’s dick, but while I was getting serviced by his mouth and throat, I loved the idea of making him as satisfied as I was. He started whimpering like crazy after a minute inside my mouth, and I started going hard on his throat, ready to cum. I could tell he was close too, so I grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him in and out of my throat a couple times, while I continued thrusting my hips at his face and burying my whole cock down his throat. His body was so light that I could lift his lower half into my throat without much difficulty, and his throat was so tight and soft I was over the edge in a short time. I buried my cock inside him and held it there as it started pulsing, and the frequency of his whimpers his a climax as his own cock started to pulse in my mouth as well. I pulled him up by his ass cheeks until his cock was deep in my throat, and his cum was going straight to my stomach. I loved the feeling of being filled up by him. He was my boy, and if his cute face could take a beating then he deserved to have his cock drained directly into my throat once in a while too. 

When I pulled out, he gasped for air, as usual, and I sat to the side and rubbed his back as he sat up. His face was a hot mess of tears and spit and throat juice and cum, just the way I liked it, messy. I thought he looked so adorable and pitiful in the moment that I started making out with him, and he melted in my arms and tongued me back with excitement. I pulled back after a minute, and looked him in the eyes.

“You know, you're a really cool fucking guy," I said.

"You are," he said, his eyes beaming at me.

"My Mom has seen us hanging out, she says you should come over for dinner sometime," I told him.

"Do you want that?" he asked.

"Yeah, man. Maybe we can even make it a sleepover." His lips curled.

"Would she be cool with that?"

"I can always sneak you back in either way," I said with a wink.