My Sweet Little Cocksucker
by knight_b_4@hotmail.com
Story Codes: m+f+, Mf, oral, mastur, fucking, mentions of inc, cons
Author’s Note: This story involves sexual activity between a variety of people, some of whom are underage. If it is illegal in your jurisdiction to read about such things, please delete this story immediately. (And know that you have my sympathies for living in such a repressive atmosphere.) This story is entirely a work of fiction; none of the events described herein actually took place (at least not to the author’s knowledge). The author does not condone sexual activity with minors, although he does recommend most of the following if done with a consenting adult.
This story may be posted with no changes or deletions on a free site, or the free area of a commercial site. The work is copyright 2012 by the author, and all rights are reserved.
Chapter 5 – Friday
The next day was Friday, and Macy was waiting for me when I came out of the house. We headed for school together and just out of sight of our houses, her small hand slipped into mine. She asked if I wanted to stop by the park, and of course I agreed.
“This morning, though, I get to do you,” I said. She shook her head.
“Uh-uh,” she said firmly. “If you do me like you did yesterday, I’ll never get to school. I’ll have to lay there all morning to recover. You’re good at that.” I preened. I’d only eaten pussy twice, and already a girl was telling me I was too good at it.
God, I thought, as we headed back for the picnic area. Was I really a virgin just a few days ago? And now I was getting my cock sucked at least a couple of times a day. I’d played with real tits and fingered a couple of real pussies, and fucked one twice now. Not to mention, I’d licked a girl ‘til she came so hard she passed out. And I’d watched another guy getting sucked off, and a couple of older kids fucking right in front of me.
I so wanted to tell Lanny or maybe Jim Marku, my other best friend, but I knew I never would. First, they’d both want details, including names. I wasn’t about to tell them about Macy, because they’d both probably blab about it and I didn’t want her to get a reputation. And I’d promised Beth I wouldn’t say anything, and if I kept quiet about her, I might get to fuck her again. Heck, after the screwing we did yesterday, she’d probably want to do me again anyway.
Besides, I didn’t think either of them would believe me. I wouldn’t believe it, if either of them told me they’d had the kind of week I’d had.
There was a small orange Parks Department truck outside the restroom, and we could hear somebody whistling inside. We figured the maintenance guy was probably in there cleaning, so we crept quietly past and slipped into the bushes. Macy fished out my already hard cock, and began teasing just the head of it with her tongue, running it around the ridge around my glans, then flicking over my pisshole in the end.
“God, that feels good, Macy,” I said. “But we haven’t got time for a slow one.”
“I know,” she said. “I just wanted to get you started before I did this.” And with that, she opened her mouth and slid my cock all the way down her throat. She started to choke part way down, but swallowed rapidly and finally slid down far enough that her nose was buried in the sparse pubic hair over my cock.
This was the first time Macy’d deep-throated me, and it felt fantastic, especially when her throat muscles rippled around my cock as she kept swallowing. One hand was squeezing and stroking my balls, and one finger kept slipping back to rub between them and my asshole. She couldn’t really do much with her tongue in this position, but I felt it pressing on my cock where it could. After a short time with my cock buried balls deep in her mouth, she pulled back and began bobbing up and down on the head, using her free hand to stroke my shaft.
It didn’t take long before I was pumping my morning load down her throat. (I’d resisted the urge to jack off when I woke up; I’d wanted to save it all for Macy.) She swallowed and swallowed, then licked me clean.
We got to school in plenty of time before the bell rang, and separated to go to our first classes. I started to kiss her, but thought better of it- too many kids around, and they’d rag on us mercilessly if they thought we were boyfriend/girlfriend. I couldn’t face the thought of endless repetitions of “Chris and Macy sittin’ in a tree…” Nor did I want to face Lanny’s constant badgering, which I was sure would be on the lines of, “Have you seen her tits? Does she let you touch her? Has she touched you? Does she jerk you off?” Lanny’s a nice guy, but definitely a walking ad for aerosol Prozac.
Beth and Macy were having lunch together again when I got to the lunchroom, heads bent together and apparently talking seriously. I thought about joining them, but they looked so intent I wasn’t sure I’d be welcome. Instead, I sat with Lanny and Jim, and we talked about guy things- Cheryl’s nipples, sports, the possibility of pooling our money and seeing Marybeth naked, classes, how long we’d still be virgins (I stayed out of that discussion, but they didn’t notice), complaints about parents, whether I thought Beth would “do it” with a guy (I claimed I had no idea), and all sorts of other things, at least half of them involving sex and girls.
I spent part of the afternoon wondering what Beth and Macy had been talking about, but figured Macy would tell me later. On the way home, I asked, but Macy was strangely reluctant.
“Oh, just girl talk,” she said evasively. “She didn’t call you a lousy lay, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
I blushed but laughed. “She seemed to enjoy herself yesterday.”
“Yeah.” Macy was quiet for a while, and somewhat to my surprise didn’t suggest we stop as we passed the park. Even I, clueless as the average male teen boy, figured that meant something was bothering her.
“Would you really have fucked that Kate yesterday, if you hadn’t just done it with Beth?” she asked suddenly, not looking at me.
“I dunno,” I said truthfully. “I mean, she was a high school girl, and guys like me don’t get a chance at girls like that. We just don’t. But I think I’d have been too scared- she’s probably got way more experience than me, and I’d probably be afraid I’d disappoint her like Derrick did. I feel a lot more comfortable with you and Beth.”
She looked at me then, a piercing look as if she were trying to read my mind, or see into my soul. She didn’t say anything, just looked. I’m not sure if I passed whatever test it was, but she turned away and we kept walking.
I didn’t know what was going on, but something had happened and I had a feeling it had to do with whatever Macy and Beth talked about at lunch. Macy was usually a cheerful sort of person; this quiet thoughtfulness was out of character for her. It worried me. Macy and I were friends, and had been long before we started doing sex stuff. Did she want to stop, but wasn’t sure how to tell me? Maybe she was worried about becoming like Beth- willing to fuck just about anyone if the price was right, or if the mood hit her.
Or maybe it bothered her that I’d fucked Beth but hadn’t offered to fuck her?
I had no clue. Most teenage boys don’t when it comes to girls. And when we grow up, most men don’t have a clue when it comes to women, either.
When we got to my house, I asked Macy if she wanted to come over to play some video games. We both liked Gotham Racing and the Final Fantasy series, and she was better than me at Dragonball Z. I didn’t mind, though- I just liked playing and Macy was always good company.
She stopped and looked at me again with that strange, penetrating look.
“Do you really want to?” she asked.
“Of course not,” I said sarcastically. “That’s why I asked. C’mon, we haven’t played in a couple of weeks. Bet I can beat you in Gotham Racing.” She smiled then.
“You think so, huh? Well, let me drop my stuff off and change, and I’ll come back and show you who’s better, mister.”
And that seemed to fix whatever the problem was, at least for now. She came over about 15 minutes later, in jeans and a t-shirt, and we played games until it was time for dinner. On an impulse, I asked if she wanted to stay and eat with us.
“Shouldn’t you ask your mom first?” she asked, although she seemed glad I asked.
“Hang on,” I said. I ran into the kitchen and Mom said it was OK, as she’d fixed chicken and there was plenty to go around. Macy called her own mom, and got the OK to stay.
Dinner was good. It wasn’t the first time Macy had eaten with us, and my folks were as nice to her as they always are. We stuffed ourselves, helped clear the table (over Mom’s objections that as a guest, Macy didn’t have to; she did anyway), then went back to the living room, where we collapsed next to each other on the couch, replete and happy. Neither of us really felt like resuming the video game, so we just sat and talked for a while.
I thought about asking her again what she and Beth had talked about, but I didn’t want to risk upsetting her so I stayed far away from the subjects of Beth, the park, and sex of any sort.
After a little while, when we could move comfortably again, Macy suggested we go outside and “look at the stars” for a while. Dad overheard her, and grinned.
“Well, well,” he said. “I used to take your mother out and ‘look at the stars’ too. Looks like you kids are growing up.” I blushed bright red, but Macy just smiled at him.
“Of course we are, Mr. Martin,” she said. “But don’t worry- it’ll be a few years before ‘looking at the stars’ can get me pregnant.”
I don’t know who was more shocked, me or Dad. But it shut him up, and Macy took my hand and led me out into the back yard. We were barely out the door when she burst out in a fit of giggles.
“Did you see the look on his face?” she asked. “Not to mention the one on yours.”
“Jeez, Macy,” I said. “I thought I was gonna have a heart attack.”
“Well, I hope you’re having a hard attack,” she said, grinning wickedly, “because I’m thirsty. Got something for me?” By this time, we’d rounded the corner of the garage and she reached over and rubbed the front of my pants.
“We can’t do that here,” I protested. “The Bradleys can see into our yard, and Mom or Dad might come out to check on us.”
She looked at the house behind us; the upper story, which was all we could see, was dark.
“The Bradleys aren’t looking, and if your parents come out, we’ll hear the door open. And they’ll probably turn on the light, too. So we’ve got time. Please?” She looked at me with exaggerated puppy-dog eyes, her bottom lip out far enough to land a small plane on it. I couldn’t help but laugh.
“OK, but we have to be quick. And this time, I get to do you, too. You wouldn’t let me this morning.”
“And I won’t let you now, either,” she said. “If your parents came out, it’d take too long for me to get dressed again, and we’d get caught, and they wouldn’t let us see each other again for a long time, and I wouldn’t be able to suck on this.”
She unzipped me and fished my cock out without pulling my pants down. I was already starting to get hard, and it didn’t take but a few strokes before I was ready. Macy went down on her knees and took me into her mouth. She knew we had to be quick, so she started sucking hard while she jerked me off as quickly as she could. It didn’t take but a few minutes before I felt my balls tightening in my underwear, and I started squirting. As usual, she swallowed everything without losing a drop, then licked the head clean and tucked me back into my pants.
“Ah, I needed that,” she said, as she stood up and gave me a quick hug. I pulled her back, hugging her tightly and nestling my head against hers.
“Macy,” I said, “you’re the greatest. And I don’t just mean your skills at getting me off. I’m really glad you’re my friend, and would be even if you didn’t do this kinda stuff.” She squeaked at that and hugged me tightly, and I could feel her smile against my cheek.
“Thanks, Chris,” she said softly. “I’m really glad, too. Promise me you’ll always be my friend, no matter what?” I tried to pull my head back to look at her; she’d gone strange on me again. But she refused to release me, and kept her head against my shoulder.
“Of course I will, Macy. When we’re 90 years old and living in the old folks’ home, I’ll still be your friend.”
“And I’ll still be sucking your cock, even though it’ll be all wrinkly and it’ll take all day to get it up,” she said, snickering.
“And it’ll probably dribble out instead of squirting, and you’ll still swallow all of it, and wish there was more,” I said. We laughed together at that, then she released me and sat down with her back to the garage, and tugged me down next to her.
We sat there for a while, talking quietly and actually looking at the stars for a while. Good thing, too, because my Dad suddenly stepped around the corner of the garage, making both of us jump. Apparently, Macy’s comment about getting pregnant got him worried; he’d come out quietly without letting the door slam and without turning on the light, just to check up on us. But of course, he tried to cover it up by being nonchalant.
“Your mother wanted me to ask you two if you wanted some ice cream,” he said, while obviously checking us out to see if our clothes were disarranged, hair mussed up, or some other indication we’d been doing something other than star gazing. There wasn’t, of course, and he seemed somewhat relieved at that, although he tried not to show it.
Ice cream sounded great, so we walked in with him and he set a couple of big bowls with ice cream, hot sauce and nuts in front of us. By the time we’d made our way through them, it was getting late, and Macy said she had to go home. I offered to walk with her, even though it was only next door, and as we went out the front door, I heard Mom say something about “young love.”
I thought about that while I lay in bed that night. Did I love Macy? She’d always been a big part of my life, although we’d drifted a little apart in the last year or so. Well, until the last week anyway. It was hard to remember why we had, too. I guessed it was the age difference; she’d still seemed more of a child while I was starting to grow up. But that wasn’t true anymore. There wasn’t much childlike about Macy now; she was becoming a young woman… and a horny one at that.
Sleep claimed me before I could work out how I felt about her.