Me and Joey : Part 1

Me and Joey” Part One The first thing I ever noticed about Joey Cantrell was his butt. It was in economics class during the second trimester of our senior year at Crossfalls HighSchool. Joey sat in front of me in class, and of course right off the bat I realized how incredibly gorgeous he was. He looked and dressed like a model, always in some pair of designer jeans that wrapped around him and expressed his small hips. A football player, his body was lean and toned and muscular. He was a self-admitted metrosexual who fake baked, gelled his hair every morning, and even watched his fingernails, yet somehow he had the student body wrapped around his pretty little finger. His parents were rich and let him drink, which of course meant he threw plenty of parties, which of course meant he had an endless supply of friends. It was his charmed life that eventually drew me in, but my first interest went to his rear. That day I was late to class, as usual. Unlike Joey, I rebelled against high school norms. Cigarettes and pot were a pastime for me, and you’d never catch me bothering to wear anything special other than jeans and a T-shirt. As I strolled my way down the hall towards the door, I considered myself a straight as an arrow heterosexual male. In the past two years I’d had two girlfriends and had slept with two others. Boobs and pussy got me off, not dick. At least…not until I entered economics class that semester.

Right when I opened the door Mrs. Carpenter shot me a raised eyebrow, and I gave a quick glance to the rest of the classroom and saw a few turned to look at me while the rest looked toward the front. The room was dark except for the overhead projector which shined light onto some graphs on a dry erase board. In front of the board was Joey, who turned his head to see who came in. I did not catch his eye, but by some force of nature I caught a look at that backside. Now I’d seen awesome asses on girls, clothed and unclothed, but man was his perfect. It was small and round, and his jeans hugged every inch. It looked tight and muscular, and he was leaning on one leg so the right cheek was poked out and higher than the left, making for two insanely perfect round halves of the sexiest badonk I’d ever witnessed. Suddenly Mrs. Carpenter caught my attention again as I realized she was pointing to the tardy log on the table. “Fine,” I muttered, and gave my attention back to my being tardy. Everyone turned back to look at Joey, even me. I looked up for a second to see him looking straight back at me, and like a pussy I darted my eyes down quickly. I signed then looked for an empty desk. There was one at the back, just like I liked it. After a few minutes Joey was finally asked to sit back down, and I nerves shook me when he got into the desk in front of me. Then he shocked the hell out of me when he spun around and flashed me a smile and whispered, “Way to be late.” I couldn’t even respond. For the next few weeks I don’t know whether it was just a simple fact that I could not understand economic concepts or that Joey robbed all my attention from the subject; either way, I’m glad I struggled.

Almost every day Mrs. Carpenter let the class loose to work on some assignment, allowing people to work in pairs. Me and Joey were never in a pair working together, but every day he would help me. He made me a little 5 year old kid, giggling at some stupid problem I’d done wrong maybe or maybe not on purpose that he was correcting, but he would laugh, too, and then flash that damn smile and those blue eyes. I always wanted to get closer to him, to talk to him, to get to be friends or have some relationship other than just my tutor. However, he and I ran in different circles. At Crossfalls High School it was acceptable for the popular kids to talk to the outcasts, but to forge an actual friendship was not common. In the hierarchy of classmates, Joey was king and I…was not even on the scale, and I didn’t want to be. I just wanted to be with him. Well about a week later on a Friday a buzz carried around school that Joey was throwing another huge party, and when I sat down in economics class the other students were already talking about it. “Yeah my parents are gonna be gone till Tuesday,” Joey was saying. “Is it BYOB?” Megan Cox asked. “Yeah. I’ll have some stuff, but it won’t be enough, and I want a lot of people to come.” Mrs. Carpenter interrupted as she trotted into the room. “All right everybody, shut up. Let’s start…” She continued talking and writing something down on the whiteboard when… Joey turned around and whispered, “You comin’?” “To your party?” I stuttered. “Yeah.” “I don’t know…” “Dude c’mon. There’ll be booze and pussy.” “I don’t even know where you live.” Mrs. Carpenter interrupted again. “Gentlemen! You have something you wanna share?” We shut up. “Good.” She went back to her whiteboard. Joey wrote something on his desk and then tossed it over his shoulder onto mine. I opened it up. It was a phone number and underneath was scribbled: CALL THIS FOR DIRECTIONS. I shoved the note in my pocket.

Usually when an acquaintance invites you to a party it is in the heat of inviting people, and when the actual party arrives, it does not really matter whether or not you’re there. So instead of calling Joey that night I hung out at Steve’s place like I usually did. The routine had gotten pretty routine there. A bunch of guys lounged around, smoked weed, and played guitar, but I didn’t mind how boring it seemed. They were descent musicians and there was droe and alcohol to fuel me for a Friday evening. “Yo Travis! When’s the last time you got some pussy?” I smiled at Steve and held up a 4 with my fingers. “Is that days?” he asked. Suddenly my pocket vibrated and I reached for my phone. “Is that days!” “Hold on!” I flipped open my phone and saw a “1 NEW MESSAGE” then pressed VIEW. It was from an unknown number and read: “Are you coming or not?”. My first thought was ‘Holy shit! Is he really asking about me?’. I grabbed my beer and rushed outside, tearing that piece of paper from my pocket and ignoring Steve as he asked where I was going. Out on Steve’s back porch I used the dim light to compare the unknown number and the note number and they matched. I jumped; he was actually asking me if I was coming or not. Maybe he really wanted me there, but I looked around and saw where I was. I was at Steve’s trailer, drunk and high, barefoot and no shirt. I wouldn’t fit in at Joey’s house with his party and his upper class friends.

Plus, I was already too trashed to drive. Even then, my shitty mustang probably wouldn’t make a drive all the way there and back. I put my phone and the note back in my pocket and returned inside to drink some more. Monday in class everyone was talking about the party of course, but Joey did not join in. Instead he talked to me first and asked, “Where the hell were you?” “Dude I’m sorry. I was already trashed by the time you sent that.” “Yeah, well whatever. It was good without you.” He turned around and did not talk to me the rest of class. Why was he so pissed? The bell rang and he left quickly with his other friends like he always did, and I left near to last like I always did. Before that day I never believed in fate, but it came along anyway. Janet Valentine, a girl I’d been talking to off and on for the past few days, invited me to her house that night, explaining that her parents were going to be out of town for the whole night. If anyone knew me, they knew I would never turn down an offer for sex. So that night I drove my shitty mustang to Janet’s, which was in the nice part of town with rolling hills and mansions. We had sex for about three hours, but it was not like it usually was with girls. Every other time I loved it and came like a fountain at the end, but this time I was distracted and actually faked my orgasm. Luckily I got away without her noticing this. “Bye Travis,” she said sweetly. “Maybe we can do this again.” “Sure thing,” I told her. I kissed her, then headed on my way in my shitty mustang. This is where fate came in. While driving through the country meadows of the rich half of Crossfalls my shitty mustang finally died like it’d been threatening for weeks.

The engine went bu-bum bu-bum bu-bum until it was finally still. I pulled it off the road and cursed and hit the steering wheel. “Why!” Half the people on my phone I did not trust to give me a ride, and the other half were not answering, and I was very far from home. With no other choice, I abandoned the ‘stang and began hitchhiking down the road, though I was very doubtful on getting a ride. People on that side of town wouldn’t be that generous. Like I figured eleven cars passed my thumb, my feet got tired, and the sun was halfway set behind the hills and the mansions. Honestly I was starting to consider going back to my car and sleeping there. It was nice out here. I could just put on the radio and groove all night. I could survive without food or water for a day, and it would be a nice trip from home for a change. In the middle of trying to call Janet for the fourth time a black truck approached from down the road.

The phone went to Janet’s answering machine. I hung up and stuck out my thumb, thinking maybe just maybe. To my utter surprise the truck slowed to the side of the road and I dashed desperately to the passenger door and opened it. “Thank you very much!” I halted when I looked inside and saw the driver. Joey had stopped to pick me up. “What are you doing out here?” he laughed. “Uh…visiting a friend.” “So you can visit them but not come to my party?” “Uh…” He smiled that beautiful smile. “Just get in.” I climbed in and he sped off down the highway. There was silence between us for a while, because I was too nervous to talk and I guess he just didn’t have anything to say. “Thanks,” I finally forced out. “It’s all right. This is kinda cool. We never get to hang out after school.” “Yeah I know.” “Where am I taking you?” “Uh…to the Valero.” “The one at the end of the road?” “Yeah.” “You live near there?” “No. It’s about a twenty minute drive all the way to where I live. It’s all right. I don’t wanna put you outta your way.” “Hey it’s all right. I don’t mind.” “You sure?” “Yeah. I got nothin’ to do tonight. So how’d your car break down?” “It was a piece of shit. It was bound to happen sooner or later.” “That sucks. What were you doin’ out here?” “Uh…you know Janet Valentine?” “Dude of course! Fuckin’ hottie!” “Yeah, I was seein’ her.” “Did ya’ll…” “Yeah.” He laughed. “Holy shit. Was it good?” “Yeah…” He paused. “Doesn’t sound very good.” “Well, I guess…I’ve been with better.” “Ah…I understand.” There was more silence. “So…,” he asked, “how many girls have you been with?” I chuckled. “ I don’t know. Maybe 5. You?” “Only three. How do you get so many?” “It’s only 5.” “Yeah, but I heard there’s a lot that want you.” “Oh…I don’t know.” He paused again. “I…heard you had a big dick.” I laughed. “What?” “I’m serious. I’ve heard you got a big cock.” “Who told you that?” “A couple of people.” I laughed again. “I guess…” “Uh…how big is it?” “You asking like measurements?” “Yeah. Every guy measures it.” “When I’m hard it’s like…9 inches.” “Holy shit. Seriously?” “Yeah man. No bull shit.” “I don’t believe it.” “What…you wanna see it?” He suddenly got quiet and I caught his eyes glancing down at my crotch.

I got a little nervous, too, but excitement took hold of me and I went forward with full force. “You’re asking me if I wanna see your dick!” “Yeah. You wanna see it? You don’t believe me.” “Fuck no I don’t!” But his eyes kept glancing down in between my legs. “Yeah you do.” I unzipped my pants. “No I don’t dude.” Of course he was doing nothing to stop me. I pulled down my pants under my butt then brought down my boxers a bit. I was getting hard just reaching into them to grab my dick and pull out in front of Joey. I whipped it out and let it hang there in front of twinkling eyes. “Holy shit dude! That’s huge!” I laughed. “You wanna touch it?” “Fuck no! Put it away!” He was laughing, though. I put it back in my pants and zipped myself up. “Man you’re pretty fuckin’ crazy,” he said, still laughing. “I flash everyone. It’s all right.” “I’d flash too if my cock that was big.” I laughed. “So…how uh…how big is yours?” “Not that big, but I’m not small.” I waited, staring at him, and finally he caught my glance. “What? You wanna see?” “Well I showed you mine.” “You gay or something? I don’t wanna show you my dick.” “Dude sorry, sorry. If you’re too shy its all right.” “What…you think I’ve got a little dick?” “I never said that.” “I’m driving anyway.” “Okay, okay. Calm down man. Didn’t mean to make you mad.” “Good.” We resumed to quietness while Joey turned on his headlights, and we were still on the long country road, still a good ways from home. Suddenly he reached down and began unzipping himself. “All right dude. Fine. You want it you got it.” I was laughing. He reached into his boxers. “Here’s my big fat cock for ya!” He pulled it out, a thick and longer than average piece of meat that I gawked at. Then he shook it playfully. “There. You like that? Huh?” I kept laughing…and looking at it. He was half hard, like I was. A few moments went by and I looked out the window just to break from the situation, but when I looked back it was still out, laying on his jeans. “You gonna put it away?” “I think I might just drive with my cock out.

That gonna bother you?” “No, no. Do what you want.” I chuckled. My face was getting red and it was hard to kill my smile. The ride continued in another quiet for a good ten seconds before Joey asked jokingly, “So…you wanna blow me?” When I didn’t answer or laugh right away or scream and threaten to punch him for asking, when I just hesitated, he suddenly went back into complete straight male mode. “Holy shit dude! I wasn’t serious!” He tried putting his penis back into his pants. “Geez. I don’t think I’m ever giving you a ride again.” “You hard?” I asked. His dick was growing, which was why he was having trouble putting it away. “No I’m not fucking hard, dude.” “I can see your dick man. You’re getting a boner. You want me to blow you?” “No fuckin’ way man! You stay over there! Stop looking at my dick!” “Well it’s kinda hard when it’s sticking out of your pants!” We paused. “You want me to suck your cock don’t you.” “No fuckin’ way man!” I looked back out the window. He put his dick back inside and we sat quietly, and he looked straight forward and rigidly gripped the steering wheel. “You’ve had blowjobs before right?” I asked. “Of course. What guy hasn’t?” I looked down. I couldn’t believe the words that were bubbling up to my tongue. It was at this moment I knew that, at least physically, I was attracted to another guy. My mouth was starting to water. “When’s the last time you got one?” I asked. “Three weeks ago.” “Huh…” I glanced at him. His eyes drifted towards mine but then quickly dodged back to the road. “Why?” he asked. “You know…a mouth is a mouth right?” He was starting to squirm and bulge formed in his crotch.

He kept looking back and forth from me to the road. “Dude I personally don’t think there’s…” when I paused I had no control as my hand moved and placed itself on his inner thigh, “…anything…wrong with one guy helping another out.” I started rubbing his thigh, moving up to his crotch. His hips wriggled slowly and his breathing got faster. “It’s a long drive to my house.” “Dude this is fuckin’ crazy!” But he wasn’t stopping me. “Just go with it.” I moved up from his thigh and immediately cupped the bulge in his crotch, and he moaned and gripped the wheel harder. I unzipped him, then reached inside and felt it. It was the first time I’d ever felt another guy’s dick. It was hot, full of blood, pulsating. I exhaled as I pulled it out slowly, trying not to hurt him. A whole seven inches of Joey’s dick was gripped in my palm, and with that firm grip I leaned down, nervous and shaking, and put the tips of lips on his head. Holy shit! I had another dude’s dick right in front of my mouth, and I was kissing the head. Joey kept squirming in his seat, holding onto the steering wheel tighter and tighter. Finally he groaned, “Just fuckin’ suck it Travis.” With that, I plunged downward, taking every inch of his hot dick into my mouth, tasting it, feeling his pubic hair against my cheek when I’d swallowed all of him. He moaned above me, “Holy shit.” I could feel the head poking the back of my throat and he got rock hard in my mouth. I loved it.

I lifted up, sucking lightly as I did, but when I only had the head in my mouth I went straight back down and took him again. This time I wiggled my tongue around his shaft, which must’ve drove him crazy because at this he put his hand on the back of my head and moaned louder. The truck swerved a bit. “Shit!” Joey quickly got it back on course. “Keep doing that!” My head bobbed up and down as I slobbered and sucked on his pecker, getting faster and faster. I reached in between his legs and rubbed his balls from the outside of his jeans. “Fuck!” he exclaimed. After almost five minutes… “I think about to cum,” he moaned. I only went faster. “Fuck! I’m gonna cum dude!” I kept going. I sucked harder around the shaft and went wild around his head with my tongue. “Are you gonna fuckin’ swallow it?” I answered by continuing. I didn’t care if he came in my mouth. I wanted him to. “You’re gonna swallow? Aw shit! Here it comes!” One more stroke of my mouth and I felt Joey spray deep into the back of my throat. It was huge load of salty jizz that filled my mouth and dribbled out a bit onto his throbbing member. I knew what to expect, though, because I’d tasted my own before. “Fuckin’ A!” he sighed.

I swallowed, then continued to suck and lick his cum off until everything was clean. I leaned up and back into my seat, wiping my mouth. I regained my breath while he recovered from the shock. We didn’t talk the rest of the way. Fifteen minutes later we arrived at my mobile home and I got out of the truck. “Guess I’ll see you tomorrow.” “Hey,” he stopped me. “We’re not gonna say anything to anyone.” He was dead serious. I nodded. “Of course. I definitely wouldn’t want you telling either.” “Good.” “You owe me one, though.” He didn’t respond, just looked at me coldly, and it killed me a little just standing there and taking it. “I gotta go,” he said. I closed the door, and he sped off. I felt like shit.