My freshman year of high school was a nightmare from being “hazed” and bullied so much and I ended up switching to another high school for sophomore year. There, I met a guy named “Stuart” and we were both sophomores. He had somewhat greasy jet black hair, pale skin and a bit of an acne problem, but even so the way he carried himself was quite arousing.
We hung out all the time and eventually we’d stay the weekend either at my parents’ house or his mom’s apartment. We didn’t have porn to look at of our own, but we did have some heavy conversations about sex, mostly about girls he’d fucked or wanted to fuck. He slept in his briefs, which I thought was great since I like guys with briefs. Stuart being a straight guy, I was surprised when he let me run my fingers lightly over his neck and massage the hair on his head, but he liked how it made him shiver. He also had no problem with jerking off in the same room as me.
Eventually, he let me suck his cock. He covered me though with the sleeping bag he slept in for overnight stays. I didn’t care, I got to suck his cock! He really enjoyed it, too, judging by his heavy breathing and how hard he would cum (in my mouth).
One weekend, his mom went away and I stayed over there. We ended up inviting friends from school over and he had gotten someone to buy beer and wine coolers for us. After some hours of drinking, most of the friends left. There were only two others there who were wrapped up in a conversation with each other, so they didn’t notice when Stuart went into the bathroom and asked me to go with him.
Naturally, I followed him into the bathroom. He had me lock the door. He got naked and ran bath water and then he climbed in. He asked me if I’d soap him down. Of course I said yes and I knelt down on the floor beside the tub and with my hands I worked soap all over his body. After that, he took me by the back of the head and pulled my head down to his cock, stopping right before I’d be able to take it into my mouth, but he said to me, “Open your mouth.”
So, I did and then a couple of seconds later he was pissing into my open mouth! He said, “Swallow it…drink it.” It was so strange and unusual to me, I’d never thought about drinking piss before, but I practically worshiped Stuart back then, so did whatever he wanted. I gulped it all down gladly and then he had me suck his cock. That night, however, he wasn’t really able to keep himself hard due to all the beer he drank earlier. I think he’d had a couple of shots from his mom’s liquor cabinet, too. I didn’t care, I just liked his cock in my mouth.
I went back to my original high school the following year because it seemed the harassment from peers didn’t stop just because I’d switched schools. So I figured that I might as well go back to the school close to home, since I hated riding the bus to the other school. Things actually got better for my Junior and Senior years after i started going to parties and I changed my look from preppie sweaters and dockers to flannel shirts, t-shirts and jeans.
Stuart actually ended up moving to Missouri to live with his dad the summer after our Sophomore year and we lost touch. Still, they were some great memories.