I was tired of it. All day I had to endure one suggestively enticing moment after another. First, during lunch Reggie had sat at an angle from me where the bulge in his crotch seemed to move on its own. An hour later, Fangs had smiled at me while reaching down and scratching his bits. Right after class I approached him in the hall but was rebuffed. Then wrestling practice. Usually Archie would change in a different spot in the locker room. But today he was directly across from me. I could actually make out the line of the gingers' cock resting over his right nut. So close, I noticed that the outline of Archie's cockhead being almost nonexistent, meaning he was uncut, which I already knew.
By the time I got home later that evening, I was so horned up I decided to go cruising in the forest. It had been quite a while since the last time I'd done that. But tonight was just going to have to happen. Sure, I could just jerk off in my room, or in the shower. However, tasting a guys' cum on my tongue would get me off in a much more satisfying way. So, I changed into my jogging shorts, and made my way from my house to the woods. The sun was just beginning to set, so I walked. Normally guys didn't come around till after dark.
It took me half an hour to reach the small parking area. I was pleased to see there was an old truck parked. My spirits rose, knowing that a guy driving a truck like that would be rugged, and desperate to get off. I was hard by now, hoping I could maybe persuade the guy to give me a handy j. Rearranging myself, I made my way down the path and into the forest. It was quiet and seemed rather eerie. After a couple minutes, I didn't run into a single person. It was long enough my erection had disappeared. Picking up my pace, I began to jog along the path.
Finally, as I came around a bend, I noticed a dark silhouette standing against a tree off to the right. Grinning, the outline looked exactly like one of my pals I had serviced a bit. Slowing, I quietly approached the figure, feeling my shorts becoming more restrictive. Knowing the guy liked it rough, I quickly gave the left side of the jean clad ass cheek a hard slap. Immediately the guy turned and pushed me harshly away. As I stumbled backward, I registered the fact that this wasn't someone I knew. This guy had to be the same age as me, not older. Just in time, I leaned forward and was able to keep my ass off the ground.
The guy look I got from the guy seemed guarded, and definitely upset. But even in this darkness I could tell the reason wasn't because of my slap to the ass. Not really knowing what to say, I lifted my hands in the air and took another step back. The guy didn't say a word but took a step back himself. The stranger didn't seem to know he was about to step back onto nothing. The tree he was leaning against just happened to be hanging over the ledge to a drop of several feet. Far enough down that if someone were to fall, it could seriously do some damage.
"Watch out!" I warned, racing forward and grabbed at the guys shirt.
This time, the anger was because of me. Even as I pulled him to safety, the guy punched me hard in the gut. Grunting, I fell backward. The shock made everything else leave my head. Stumbling backward again, I tried to keep from falling, but my stupid feet didn't seem to work right. My right foot dipped into a small hole in the ground and twisted. I let out a yell, feeling the sprain shoot through my body like fire. Falling on my ass, I reached down and felt my ankle throbbing. Above, the guy had looked taken aback. Looking up, I watched the guy turn his head around and peer past the tree and at the drop he would have taken.
"Oh, shit." The guy said in a low voice, sounding panicked about his reaction.
I ignored him, quickly undoing my shoelaces, then pulling the shoe off. Feeling my ankle cautiously, I was relieved to find that it wasn't as bad as I had expected. I've had other sprains before, and this one wasn't anywhere near as bad as the others had been. Suddenly the guy was beside me, on his knees. I smelled dirt, and something like Old Spice. A large hand ghosted over my calf, slowly traveling down before resting gently on my own hand. The touch was warm and strong. Even in my distress, I felt my libido grind back into gear. Reluctantly, I shoved it inside, knowing this was not the time, but found it was no use. Below, I felt my member stir.
"I'm so sorry, man." said the stranger, looking me in the eyes.
Losing myself, I just stared into the hazel eyes of the other.
"Sorry." He repeated again, a little more strain in his voice.
"It's fine." I replied through clenched teeth.
"Like hell it is." he said, shaking his head. "Come on."
I opened my mouth to protest, but the guy was already behind me, lifting me up by my armpits. Rising, I hopped around a couple of steps, feeling stupid. The stranger started to aim me back to the path, but I tried to bend down to retrieve my shoe. Seeing this, the guy turned back and held me upright and bent down. On his way, his chin pushed at the waist band of my shorts. This act caused my erection to point in a more horizontal angle. When the guy grabbed my shoe and began to straighten, his ear actually touched my clothed hardness.
But it seemed the guy hadn't even noticed. His demeanor hadn't changed from his concern over my well-being. He motioned for me to lean on him and use his shoulder. Doing so, I found that the guy was a little taller than me, though his chest wasn't as built as mine. Still, I could tell just by the way he moved that the guys' body was in perfect condition. I had been so sexually charged from the day, my erection would not go down. Feeling uncomfortable, I gingerly pushed away from the guy and tried to hobble along on my own. I didn't want to take a chance of him to actually brushing against it or anything.
"What are you doing?" the guy asked, looking almost miffed.
"I don't wanna bother you." I said, slightly glancing down at my crotch.
"That doesn't bother me. Don't you think if it had I woulda just left you to your own devices. I know the reputation of these woods. Though I haven't come here for that reason, I won't say it's never crossed my mind." He shrugged, then reached out and pulled me back to him and began to move along the path again.
"I'm Harvey." He said, after a few steps.
I didn't really hear him. My mind was reeling. Did that mean this guy was gay? It certainly sounded as if he was. Or maybe he just wanted to get off at times. But that must mean since he hadn't come here to get off, he must get off on something, or someone else. Now it was all I could think about, and before I knew it we were at the stranger's truck. I stood awkwardly, watching Harvey rearrange some stuff on the passenger seat. Finally, he pushed the door open and patted the seat. Hesitating, I looked at the guy. The dome lights were on and revealed this guy to be hot. Archie Andrews hot. Well…maybe not that hot…but certainly hotter than Moose. Shrugging, I placed some weight on my ankle, and was pleased to only feel a slight discomfort.
"Come on.' Harvey said, again patting the seat.
Hopping in, I scooted a bit closer than was necessary. Harvey smiled at me warmly, then glanced down at my obvious erection. I felt my face flush and looked away. Pulling the door closed, I was relieved when the dome lights faded. Knowing he wouldn't be able to see my condition in the darkness, I felt comfortable enough to look at him while his eyes were focused on turning on his truck.
"Where do you live? I guess I could take you to my place until you…" he broke off and shook his head. "I have school tomorrow."
"Me too. I got to Riverdale." I replied.
"I figured that. I would've noticed you if you went to my school." Harvey looked me up and down.
"You can just drop me off at my house. I guess the only problem will be making it up the stairs to the door and then up to my room." I felt my ears burn, realizing he had just been given a complement.
"I'll help you in." Harvey said, putting the truck in reverse.
"You don't ha-" I started.
"I know I don't have to. But it's my fault your hurt. I'm so sorry." Harvey said, sounding guilty.
"I shouldn't have slapped your ass in the first place. I thought you were someone I alre…" I broke off, figuring I probably sounded like a slut.
"Well, I'm flattered." Harvey smirked, putting a hand on the gear shift, "Where do I go?"
"Kevin." I replied, suddenly realizing he hadn't even given out I name.
"Never heard of it. Is it close?" The guy grinned madly, obviously trying to put me at ease.
"My name's Kevin." I amended.
Harvey let out a bark of laughter followed by a loud snort. I chuckled at his snort and loved the sound of his laughter. Nodding, I pointed at the direction the truck should take to get to my house. Feeling curious, I opened his mouth to ask what Harvey had been doing in the woods, but closed it again, unable to go through with it. It really wasn't any of my business.
"Sorry I hit you. I'm not usually like that. I've just had a rough ass day. I wasn't expecting any kind of contact from anyone. Got into it with my dad. He wants me to work in the mines. All I wanna do is draw. Then I go to the one guy I think will…. well…" Harvey glanced over at him, "he usually helps out when things like this get tense. Only now, he's so distant. He didn't even want to talk about what was going on. So, I just had to vent and came out here. I snapped at you too harshly, dude." He finished, letting out a big, relieved sigh.
"Oh." I said, somewhat touched that he has given so much information as to why he had acted the way he did.
"Sorry, didn't mean to dump all that on you. I know it's no excuse for hitting you." Harvey said after a few moments of silence, then looked at me when we came to an intersection.
"No, No." I replied back, nodding for him to keep going straight "I get it. Like I said earlier. I shouldn't have slapped your ass like that…but…if we're being honest, I find the tradeoff worth it…touching it was worth a shove in the chest." I braced myself for the possibility of harsh words.
There was another stretch of silence between us, during which time I pointed at my house.
"How about the bad ankle?" Harvey chuckled, turning into my driveway, but ended up parking on the grass close to the walkway to the front door. My dad would have just enough room to park where he usually does.
"Well…" I grunted, opening the truck door. "maybe not as much."
"Here." Harvey turned off the truck, got out, and hurried around it.
"I can make it inside on my own." I said but allowed Harvey to help me out of the truck.
"Shut up and let me help you." Harvey snapped, gripping my shoulder and turned me toward the path to the front door.
I was about to say my dad would help me, but noticed the empty spot where the truck would normally be. A moment later I remembered my dads' shift wasn't over yet. Moving forward, I tried to put some weight onto my foot but felt a stab of pain much worse than I had expected. It seemed the prolonged period of stillness had lulled me into a false sense of security. I hissed and almost collapsed onto the brunette. Harvey grunted and caught me. The motion light on the front porch suddenly illuminated our forms. I looked into Harvey's face, or tried to. But the light was now directly behind him, obscuring his features. The light shone through his hair making it look almost ginger. Hot puffs of breath that smelled like something fruity were hitting my nose.
"Thanks." I mumbled, pushing myself upright with Harvey's help.
"No problem." Harvey said, walking beside me as we reached the door.
Harvey's hand reached out and opened the screen door, then tried the main door. It was locked. As he looked back, Harvey noticed me trying to remove the string with my house key over my head. Taking hold of the string, Harvey pulled at it, his hand paused as it touched my right cheek. Still unmoving, his thumb gently brushed the corner of my lips. Then seeming to realize what he was doing, Harvey yanked the string back so harshly, it snapped. I chuckled as the key fell to the ground. Shaking his head, the guy reached down and picked it up.
Finally, he unlocked the door and we hobbled inside. It was dark, quiet, and was rather cool inside. Closing the door with a snap, Harvey helped me into the sitting room. With a grunt I plopped onto the couch. Behind it was a window that looked out at the front yard. Letting out a huff, Harvey fell right next to me. We were close enough that our legs touched. I felt something building inside me, making me not sure what to do. My skin felt sticky and I was sure I must smell bad. Stupidly, I thought about asking Harvey to help me into the showe-
My thoughts broke off as Harvey suddenly twisted in his seat and pressed our lips together heatedly. Caught off guard, I stared in shock, not moving my lips at all. There was a pause and Harvey pulled back, clearly afraid he had misjudged the situation. Without missing a beat, I reached out and tugged him in again. This time the kiss was mutual, and if possible, even more heated. Our tongues fought as if they were struggling eels. Harvey let out the deepest moan I had ever heard. Suddenly I felt a hand grip my cock through my shorts. The lips curved into a smile when the hand gave me an experimental pump.
"Fuck." I finally pulled away, looking down at the hand.
"Your rather big." Harvey grinned, maneuvering himself off the couch and onto the floor.
"Never had any complaints." I said, lifting my hips as Harvey yanked my shorts down.
Harvey gazed down at my crotch for a few moments, as if trying to memorize what he saw. Then without warning his head lowered and I let out a moan as hot wetness engulfed the head of my cock. It took a great deal of effort not to shoot my wad right then. I had not expected to be touched like this tonight. If anything, I had presumed I would be the one servicing a guy… but now.
Biting my lip, I thrust up into the wanting mouth. Letting my hands drop, I dug my fingers into Harvey's hair, holding him in place. There was no sound or protest, and the tongue was still able to work its way around the head and shaft. Bobbing his head a few times, Harvey worked my tool with ease.
"God." I groaned, finally releasing Harvey's hair.
With an audible pop, Harvey pulled off me and looked up with a wicked grin, "Like that?"
"You've done this before." I said absently, then suddenly I worried that I was accusing Harvey of something bad.
"I know my way around a cock." Harvey replied, wriggling his eyebrows as he pumped the length of my shaft slowly.
Not sure what else to say, I just stared into the brunette's face. From below, I heard a zipper lowering. Wanting to see what Harvey was packing, I twisted my body and bent down to look. Doing so made my leg twitch in a way that made my ankle hit the couch. I hissed and halted my movements. Harvey paused altogether, looking somewhat ashamed. Without a word, he rose turned around. I didn't even have time to look at Harvey's crotch as he turned away. Feeling somewhat baffled and miffed, I looked down at my abandoned cock. Hearing clattering from the other room, I looked up again.
"Where's the-" said Harvey's voice, "never mind." He finished.
"What are you doing?" I called, wondering what on earth this stranger was doing in my house.
"Here." Came a returning set of footsteps.
I didn't look at what Harvey had in his hands, but at the cock poking out through the front of the guys' jeans. With the window behind me, Harvey's crotch was in shadow. I couldn't tell much, except that there was foreskin covering the head of his dick. It didn't look nearly as big as mine. But there was quite a bit of pubic hair poking out alongside it. Feeling my mouth water, I wanted to get my lips around it. I wanted to chew on the foreskin and use my tongue to slide it down, exposing the head. I loved uncut cocks. It was one of the things I had liked about Archie.
"Here…"Harvey began again, but I pushed the hand away and reached out for his hips.
Even as I pulled the guy in, I could smell the odor of nut sweat. Leaning forward, I took the head in my mouth. Whatever Harvey had in his hands fell to the floor, scattering across the wood. There was a deep moan as I used my tongue to slip under Harvey's foreskin. I swirled it around the head while using one of my hands to unbutton the pants. The pants automatically fell down to his knees. Lifting my other hand, I yanked down Harvey's boxers, only pulling off his cock when the top reached my lips.
Harvey's pubes were thick and curly. The cock curved downward a bit, but nothing drastic. His nuts were rather large, yet weren't low hangers. I went back down on him, letting my fingers dig through the forest at the base of his cock. Using my other hand, I slid it up Harvey groin and under his shirt. A thick treasure trail lead to his rather large navel. My hand kept going until my pinky touched a nipple. Harvey shivered, his hands falling onto my head. Gently, Harvey slowly moved my head back and forth. It was slow enough it gave me time to take in as much as I could.
"S'good." Harvey mumbled, his voice low.
I hummed with satisfaction. Using my hand that was digging in the bush, I slid it over Harvey's hip and finally onto his ass. There wasn't a lot of shape to it, but as I dug my fingers into the crack, I discovered the start of another forest between the two firm mounds. Smiling around the guys' cock, I let my middle finger brush against his pucker. Harvey's breath hitched as I almost breached him. Harvey pulled away at this and looked down. Reluctantly, I let his prize slip past my lips. I scooted backward until I was actually leaning against the back of the couch.
No longer blocking some of the window behind me, one of the streetlamps outside shone onto Harvey's body. Heaving, Harvey was pumping his dick slowly, never breaking eye contact. It seemed like he was waiting for something to happen. Seeming to give up, he released his cock. Harvey dropped lower and took me into his mouth again. This time there was urgency and I gasped. A hand gently rubbed at my nuts, then wrapped itself around the base of my shaft. Harvey's other hand slid underneath me and pressed at my own crack. Automatically, I reached down and pulled at my ass cheeks. There was a pause then I felt a finger slid into me.
"Fuck." I said, voice shaky as the finger dug deeper.
"Mmmm…" Harvey moaned around me, his head came to a halt but the hand around his base starting to pump.
"Oh fuck, fuck fuck fuck…" I chanted as I felt the nub of muscle nudged.
With a final nudge, I came, spurting into Harvey's mouth. It might sound cliché, but it was the best blow job I'd ever received. My vision went black, then white as it felt like all the pains I'd endured before this went away. My balls bunched together and my body was racked with spasms as I continued to seed into my new friend's talented mouth. Finally, I collapsed, body heaving and sweaty. Releasing me, Harvey grinned up at me. Crawling onto the couch, Harvey pressed our lips together. I could taste myself as our tongue's meshed.
"Let me." I pleaded, but the rest wasn't needed to be said.
Harvey straightened and leaned forward so I could do my part. Harvey's hands were planted, splayed against the window above me, his forehead as well. I pulled his cock into my mouth, first nipping at the foreskin again. Then I reached around and dug my fingers into the guys' crack. There was a grunt and suddenly Harvey began to thrust into my mouth earnestly as I breached his hole. If I hadn't been used to blowing guys, I might have choked. But the only discomfort I felt was a sneeze that was threatened every time Harvey's thick pubes brushed their way into my nostrils.
I dug my finger around inside Harvey trying to find the right spot, and then, "There!" Harvey shouted.
His body spasmed, and though I couldn't taste the cum, I could feel every spurt hitting the back of my throat. Panting, Harvey became motionless, the only sound in the room has a faint ticking from a clock, and the puffing of air above him. Gently pushing Harvey's hips away from me, I heard a squeak from overhead. Startled, I tilted my head in a way that I could look up at him. I saw Harvey's face and splayed hands sliding down the windowpane. It reminded me of the scene in Titanic where the hand was pressed onto the car window during Rose and Jack's sex scene.
"That was so good." Harvey huffed, pushing himself away from the window shakily.
I only nodded as I used my fingers to squeeze Harvey's shaft, making sure I got every drop of cum I could. There was a rumble from outside and Harvey was briefly illuminated by headlights that moved into the driveway. We both stiffened and Harvey almost fell backward as he panicked. Luckily, I grabbed his shirt and kept him in place. Awkwardly, Harvey got to his feet and hurriedly yanked his boxers and trousers up. With some difficulty, I tried to pull his jogging shorts up as well. Seeing the trouble I was having, Harvey did it for me. He had barely yanked up my shorts before we heard the backdoor open.
"Kev." Came my dads' cautionary voice.
"Yeah." I called, while watching Harvey gathering the somewhat melted ice cubes on the floor.
"What's going on?" the steps came closer as Harvey finally wrapped the small washcloth around the ice and placed them carefully on my slightly swollen ankle.
My dad entered the room and looked down. I almost laughed at the shock on Harvey's face. Broad chested and tall, my dad was a formidable sight. Surveying the scene, the stern look on my father's face relaxed somewhat. It was clear he had thought there was something else going on. I was relieved Harvey had the forethought of retrieving ice, both for the excuse of looking innocent, and for the lessening of the pain in my ankle. Looking down at it, I was pleased to see it wasn't nearly as bad as I had feared. Again, I had had worse sprains.
"How'd it happen? Asked my dad, peering at me with some suspicion.
"Oh," I said, knowing full well I was dressed in a fashion that I would look when cruising the woods.
"It was my fault." Harvey piped in, looking remorseful.
"Uh, " I said, trying to head him off, not wanting my dad to know where it had happened.
"I was driving down the road and a dog ran out in front of my truck." Harvey said quickly, "swerved and ran off the road a little bit. Kevin happened to be walking on the side and he jumped into the ditch to avoid me."
Feeling astonished, I tried to look as if this was what really happened. Still looking at the pair of us, my dad gave a small nod. Reaching out, my dad took Harvey's hand and shook it.
"Tom." My dad said.
"Harvey." He replied
Feeling the tension release, I was able to smile as my dad left the room. Meeting each other's gaze, we smiled. I reached down and covered my hand over Harvey's, keeping the ice in place. There was a beeping, and Harvey reached down and yanked out his cell phone. Reading it, he frowned, pulling his hand away from me abruptly. Face looking grave, Harvey rose and began to cross the room toward the front door. Pausing, he looked back and hurried over.
"Look, I've gotta go. Let me know if you need anything. "Leaning down, he pressed our lips together.
"Okay,…bye" I mumbled numbly.
Before I could say more, Harvey left. Stunned, I felt hurt, how was I supposed to let him know if I needed anything if I didn't have his number. Peering out the window, I watched as the figure climbed into the truck. The roar of the engine came to life. When it didn't back out of the driveway immediately, I frowned. After about thirty seconds the truck reversed, and I lost sight of it once it passed a tree that lined the driveway. Sighing, I grunted and carefully pulled my legs onto the couch, trying to keep the ice pack on it. It was then that I realized I was missing a shoe. Letting the ice pack rest on my ankle, I flung my body onto the couch cushions and stared up at the ceiling.
"Did you get the mail, Kev?" called my dad.
"No." I sighed loudly, unhappy with the whole situation.
I heard the front door open and close. A minute later it happened again. My dads' footsteps approached me, but I didn't turn my dad to look at him. From overhead, my dad dropped my shoe onto my belly, while already opening an envelope. Mutely, I picked up the shoe and looked at it. There was a small torn piece of paper inside with a phone number on it.