“They are my passion,” Jill flipped to the oral sex section of the book. “Okay, let’s get serious. Now, peel your banana. The fruit has more of the texture of a guy’s dick than the peel.” Jill held the end of the banana firmly in her hand. “Now, you want to make sure to hold at the base so you have control, if not, he’s gonna jam it down your throat. In order to keep from gagging,” she looked at Dianna, “keep the penis toward the side of your mouth. It is the head that has the most sensation, so you can go as deep as you want. Start by licking his shaft and around the head. Make sure you let him see your mouth and your tongue, guys love that, and when ready, take him in your mouth like you would suck on a lollipop and then swirl your tongue around his head. Oh, and make sure not to bite him, unless you never want to see him again.”
The girls all practiced on their bananas, licking the length of the fruit and gently taking it in their mouths. “See, it isn’t so bad,” said Jill.
“It’s a banana, not a dick,” teased Dianna.
“This is serious stuff!” scolded Jill. “Now, the idea is to stroke him with your hand while your mouth is on the end of his penis, and remember to use plenty of tongue.”
“How do I have my mouth around his penis and move my tongue at the same time?” asked Josie. “There isn’t enough room in my mouth.”
“Just how big is Nick’s dick, Jo?”
The girls giggled. “Okay, Okay,” Jill said, looking at the diagram in the book. “Now, here’s where it gets tricky. When he’s about to come, he’s gonna start jerking and shaking, so you gotta have control or you’ll have a mess. It is here you gotta decide: are you gonna swallow or let him come on you. Whatever you do, do not spit. Guys hate that.” Jill leaned against the wall. “Now, couple things to remember, semen is very nutritious. It has the same amount of vitamin C as an orange; so if you have a cold, suck a cock. I read it is a good remedy for morning sickness, but none of wants to think of that now. Semen also helps with depression.”
“Really?” Sue said, furrowing her brow.
“If you have a dick in your mouth, could you really be depressed?” asked Josie.
“Depends on whose dick,” said Dianna and they all started laughing.
Jill pounded her bed to get their attention. “Girls! If you don’t want to swallow, semen is also known to be a skin softener.”
“That is indeed good to know,” replied Sue. “I guess that’s why they call it facials.”
Josie, Dianna and Sue broke down into laughter. Jill bit into her banana and sighed.
“So how’d you become such an expert?” asked Dianna. “How many guys have you blown?”
“Just Tony, he loves it,” Jill said with a shrug.
Josie reclined in Jill’s bed and stared at the banana. Dianna was right; bananas are not dicks. Although she had handled Nick many times, the thought of a blowjob seemed a little overwhelming. But how could she get out of it if it was a requirement for a sexual relationship.
Josie left Jill’s house and thought about Nick on her way home. She sat in silence in her bedroom and tried to think about giving Nick a blowjob.
What would he taste like? How would he react? Am I ready for this?
It took Josie a couple days to work up the courage, but finally she decided to do it after football practice. As the football team jogged off the field toward the locker room, Josie nervously approached Nick. “I need to talk to you.”
He stopped and looked at her. “What is it?”
“Meet me at the gym when you’re done showering.”
“No.” He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her away from everyone. “Tell me now. Are you pregnant?”
“No! No! No! It has to do with equality.”
“Equality?”
“Yes, meet me at the gym when you’re done.”
Nick ran off to the locker room and Josie wandered to the gym and sat on the bleachers. Nick arrived almost immediately. Josie could tell he barely dried after his shower; his hair was soaking wet and dripping onto his sweatshirt.
“Okay, what is it?” he asked, leaning over to catch his breath.
Josie took his arm and guided him into the equipment room. She swung him round and pressed his back against the stack of mats. “Pay back.” She placed her hand in his pants and started massaging. His underwear was wet. “Towels, do you use them?”
“Not when my girlfriend gives the uptight ‘we need to talk’ line.”
“You had nothing to worry about, dude. In fact, it’s all good.” She rubbed his penis until she could feel him hardening in her hand. Josie looked at Nick without blinking and carefully freed his penis from his sweatpants. She smiled and started stroking with gentle tugs.
Nick spread his arms out and leaned against the wall of mats. When she sank to her knees, he smiled broadly. “Ah shit!
Payback.
”
Josie closed her eyes, leaned forward, licked his shaft and circled the tip of her tongue around the head of his penis. Josie relaxed as she realized it wasn’t nearly as daunting as she thought. Her tongue caressed his shaft and a wave of ecstasy ran through her body as he groaned in response.
“Oh God babe, that feels good,” he sighed, combing his fingers through her hair.
Josie felt confident and decided to step it up a notch. As Jill instructed, Josie held onto the base of his penis and placed her moist mouth firmly around his head. She gently sucked and swirled her tongue around his bulging manhood. Nick gasped, sucked in his belly and pushed his hips toward her face.
Suddenly the lights of the equipment room turned on and two of Nick’s teammates walked in. Josie froze with Nick’s penis in her mouth. He looked down at her with his eyes widened. They didn’t move. Josie started sucking Nick again, determined to keep his erection. He cringed and stifled a whimper.
He could hear his teammates talking as they tossed footballs into the metal bins and stacked other equipment on the shelf. Thankfully, the lights went out and his teammates left. Realizing that they were alone again, Josie massaged his shaft and sucked a bit harder. Nick’s hips pulsated with her movements and she suspected he was close to orgasm.
“Fuck! Shit!” he muttered. Nick heaved his body backward and knocked the stack of mats over. Josie giggled and the vibration of her laugh caused Nick to climax. “Ah fuck!” he yelled and emptied himself into her mouth. Josie tasted the thick fluid and swallowed instinctively.
She removed her mouth from his penis and sat on the floor. She started laughing uncontrollably as he pulled up his sweatpants. “Are you okay?” she asked.
“Fuck.” He looked over his shoulder at the mats and gave her a hand up. “You have to help me put these back, now.”
“Was it good? I know I can get better the more times I do it,” she asked, lifting up a mat.
He dropped the mat and looked at her. “Jo, anytime you go near my dick, it’s good.”
“Was I better than Cindy Althouse?”
Nick gazed at her sternly. “What?”
“Nothing,” she mumbled.
He opened the door and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. “You bet it’s nothing,” he said giving her a noogie on her head as they entered the gymnasium. “You need to know; it is you who is everything.”
Twist & Shout
Josie never gave much thought to wrestling. It never appealed to her and she especially disliked watching professional wrestling on television. She always thought that wrestling was more homoerotic than anything else: two men twisting about in spandex. But her opinion changed when she watched Nick wrestle for the first time.
Sitting at the sidelines, she watched him pace with his sweatshirt hood over his head like a shroud, and headphones plugged in his ears. He was focused on the ring in front of him but grinned when he saw Josie.
She snapped a picture of him with her cellphone camera and admired his picture. Her tummy did a little flip whenever she saw Nick. It had only been a few months and already she was head over heels. She had never thought this way about David—a boy she knew most of her life. She was amazed that Nick could come into her life and completely fill all the voids. Josie’s body tingled as she thought about the way he looked at her and kissed her.
When his name was called to the mat, Josie stiffened with tension. She watched him casually walk to the mat dressed in tight, black spandex shorts and tank combo with a light blue Johnstown high school crest on the back. All their teams took quite a teasing being called the Trojans, especially when athletes were draped in spandex.
Josie surveyed the contours of Nick’s body, amazed at how little the spandex hid. Everything Josie had come to know intimately about Nick was displayed behind the thin shadow of spandex. She scrunched her face and wondered how he felt comfortable being so exposed. Maybe it was her intimacy with him, or perhaps her own shyness, but she had the urge to walk out to the mat and wrap a towel around his waist. She looked around and was glad that no one else seemed to be taken by her boyfriend’s package.
On the floor, Nick shook hands with his competitor. When the referee blew the whistle, he approached his opponent with flaring muscles and bulging biceps. He and his opponent clashed at the shoulders like too rams fighting for an ewe, locking and twisting arms, pushing and pulling each other across the mat. Nick let go and grabbed his opponent around the waist. He tried to pull him closer to his own body, but his opponent resisted and retreated back. Nick wobbled and stumbled onto his backside.
His opponent threw himself on Nick’s chest. Nick gritted his teeth, bent his knees, and thrust his hips upward. He gained momentum and launched on top of his opponent. Nick drowned out the cheering crowd and pressed all his weight onto the back of his opponent. He laced his legs between his opponent’s legs.
Nick grimaced and contorted his face as he used all his might to break his opponent’s all-fours position. His opponent’s knee gave in and his lower body was subdued. Nick concentrated on his opponent’s upper arms until his opponent buckled and fell to the mat. Nick leaned on his opponent’s shoulder and waited for the referee to blow his whistle. He bounced up and the referee raised his hand in victory.
Nick walked and searched for Josie in the stands. She gave him a thumb’s up. Nick gave no bold, macho gestures over his victory; he simply walked off the mat with a slight fist pump.
It was oddly exciting for Josie to watch Nick wrestle. She admired his quickness, his agility, and especially his cunning. Even from the stands, she could see the furious look in his determined eyes as he contemplated his next move.
Josie waited for him in the gymnasium lobby. Nick was usually one of the first out of the locker room, because he refused to dry his hair no matter how cold it was outside. He wore a wool knit cap and his sweatshirt pulled low over his eyes, under his thick winter coat. He walked out with his gym bag slung over one shoulder and his other arm around Josie.
She hugged his waist. “That was so hot. I cannot believe I never watched wrestling before.”
“Well as long as it’s only me you’re watching,” he replied, pulling her tighter.
When they reached his car, he pressed her against the passenger side door. He dropped his bag and kissed her so hard, her body molded against the frame of the car. When they first started dating, they would play by the rules: dinner, maybe a movie, and then they would find a place to make-out. Now they skipped all of that and just went to their special place.
Josie rested her hand on Nick’s leg as he drove to their secret place on the windy road by the Stony Creek River. They had passed a number of other cars with steamed up windows in the roads surrounding Johnstown. Nick removed his winter coat and got into the backseat. Josie took off her coat and climbed through the car to the back where Nick was waiting with a heavy wool blanket.
Josie pulled Nick’s head to her and kissed him hungrily. She ran her fingers down his sweatshirt to his sweatpants. She rubbed him gently and smiled as he grew in the palm of her hand. She slipped her hand into his pants and pulled him out, caressing his shaft. Nick moaned and rested his head back against the seat. He shifted his weight forward and closed his eyes. Josie threw the blanket over her head and moved her mouth up and down over his hardened penis.
“Oh shit!” Nick rested his hand on the bobbing, blanketed mound, feeling the outline of Josie’s head. He chuckled at the way the blanket moved but then he couldn’t hold it anymore. His breathing broke into desperate gasps until he came.
Nick exhaled and his body went limp. Josie wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and pulled the blanket off her head. Nick reached under her sweater and rolled his fingers across her nipple. Sensing her desire, he leaned over and kissed the groove between her neck and shoulder.
Josie stroked his chiseled chest and whispered in his ear, “What is like to wrestle?”
“Huh,” he grunted.
“What’s it like to grab another guy by the groin, mount his back and throw him to the floor? What do you think when you feel another guy’s crotch?”
Nick laughed and moved his hand to her other breast. “Homo-erotica turn you own, does it? Do you get off imagining me do it with a guy?”
“No, you turn me on,” she said, feeling his biceps through his sweatshirt. “Please tell me. I want to know. What do you feel when a guy grabs you between your legs?