FRICTION FICTION: HEAD OF THE CLASS by Pete Pokrovsky

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HEAD OF THE CLASS

By Pete Pokrovsky

(Men.Sept.2008.)

"The answer is no, Charlie. I don't give lessons in cock sucking. That's
not in my job description, as they say." I glanced down the row of
lockers to the showers to make sure that no one was close enough to
hear.

Charlie finished butting his shirt and zipped his gym bag shut. "Please,
Pete. You’ve taught a shitload of guys to suck dick. You told me you
have."

"That’s true," I admitted, "but those guys were a lot younger than you
and in need of the experience. It was a favor. For Christ’s sake,
Charlie, you’re 28. Plus, you’re a friend. It’d feel... weird."

"But I need the favor!" Charlie’s a persistent dude.

It wasn’t that I didn’t want to do it. Charlie’s hot. Smokin’, in fact.
That was the problem. I was way too attracted to him to have
uncomplicated casual sex. I’d showered next to him every Thursday after
our racquetball match for a year. Believe me I was intimately familiar
with the route the soapy water followed as it trickled down the pattern
of muscles on his back to vanish into the crevice between his dimpled
ass cheeks; with the way his plumped pectorals flexed when he dried off
his abs; with how he’d then slip the towel between his legs and pull it
back and forth to dry of that flawless pair of smooth low-hangers; and
then how he’d… well, you get the picture.

"Please," he implored.

I gave that idea a bit of further consideration.

When Charlie decided he was gay, he picked me as the first person he
wanted to come out to. I was honored. In the six months since then, I’d
become his unofficial mentor in the gay life. He was, after all, a late
bloomer, and I, um, wasn’t. Lately he’d been thinking he was ready to
start dating.

"Pretty please," he whined. "I don’t want to ask a guy out until I know
I’d be able to satisfy him. I don’t want to end up embarrassed."

"Charlie, buddy," I said. "You don’t have to go down on a guy on the
first date. It isn’t the 80’s."
"I know," he said, "but just in case." He leaned in toward me as though
he was suddenly shy about the conversation. "Look, I’ll be honest with
you. There's this guy I want to ask out. He's so hot, I already think
about him when I jerk off. If he says he'll go out on a date with me, I
want to be prepared."

I squinted and scratched my chin, recalling what it was like when I was
just starting out, how insecure I was. It's never easy. And Charlie was
lacking the experience a hot guy his age would normally have. What the
hell, I reasoned. If it was within my power to give my friend the grit
of sexual confidence, maybe it would be cruel not to. I could always
deal with my attraction for him in therapy. I'd dealt with worse.

"All right, Charlie, all right," I said. "I give in. I'll do it. I'll
teach you how to give a blow job." His face brightened "When do you
wanna get started'

"Right now!"

"Are you crazy? There's no place to do it around here."

"Yeah, there is. I saw on the schedule that court 9 isn't booked until 7
o'clock." He seemed to have it planned. He motioned me to follow him.
"Cmon."

Charlie led the way out of the locker room. The sounds of balls hitting
the walls echoed all the way down the door-lined hall to the vacant
court. I followed him in. He shut the door and latched it.

"All right." He took a deep breath and licked his lips. "How do we
start?"

"Well, since there's no easy chair or anything. It looks like you're
going to have to get down on your knees."

"OK." He dropped to the floor and looked up at me expectantly with those
steel-blue eyes. He reached for my bell to unbuckle it.

"Hold on, Charlie,” I said. "Don't go to it right away. Lick my dick
through my pants for a while first to get it hard. You'll find a lot of
men like that."

"They do?"

"Trust me. It's sort of like foreplay." He nuzzled the fabric and found
my balls, then located the stiffening prick that ran to the left in my
shorts. It hardened as he licked the length of it. "You mean like that?"

"Exactly like that. Now you're ready to take it out." I unbuckled while
he unzipped my fly. I let the pants drop to my ankles. He stuck his
fingers in the elastic band of my briefs and peeled them down till my
boner bounced out and hit him in the eye. He looked up at me with alarm.
I knew why: it was substantially bigger than what he was used to seeing
me soap up in the shower.

"I've got what they call a 'grower,' buddy. The kind of cock that gets a
lot bigger when it's hard. They're not that uncommon. If you'd rather
not go through with this . . ."

"Nope," he said. "I’m not backing out. I need to get used to it. What do
I do now?" He circled his thumb and forefinger around the hairy base.
They barely reached.

"OK," I said. "The first thing to know about giving good head — and this
is the secret — is that attitude is paramount. It's even more important
than skill or technique. You have to want that hard prick in your mouth
more than anything. But more than that, you've got to convey that desire
to the guy you're sucking off. You gotta make him feel like he's king of
the world, that you're starving to death and he's got your favorite meal
between his legs."

Charlie licked his lips, thoughtful as he took in the information, his
eyes focused on my dripping come slit. "I don't think that'll be a
problem." he replied.

"Good. Now. to begin. Start licking it all over. Pretend it’s a Popsicle
— a big. nasty Popsicle."

He touched his tongue tentatively to the vein that runs down the side of
my shaft. The flavor seemed to please him, because he went at it in
earnest then, bathing the stalk with his spit from bush to tip and back
again. Then, without even being instructed, he went to work on my nuts.
Like he knew, instinctively, how much I love that. He drew the left one
into his mouth and gnawed it. Just gently enough that the sensation was
stimulation rather than pain. "You sure you've never done this before?"
I asked.

He spat it out "Nope, first time. I swear." He proceeded to work on the
right one.

"That's real good, Charlie. Now work your way back up to the head."

My dark knob popped out with a smack, and he kissed his way along the
bouncing stalk to the tip. A pearl of pre-come dangled from the slit.

"Lick it off." I instructed.

The heat of his tongue on my engorgement brought me dangerously close to
shooting, but it wouldn't have been fair to him to finish without
teaching him how to deep-throat."

"How’s my attitude, Pete?" he asked between licks. "Feeling like a king
yet?"

I had to admit, I was. He went for it just the way a good cocksucker
should. "King of the world, buddy. But we're just getting started, let’s
keep going. Suck the head into your mouth now."

He complied.

"Now run your tongue around it. That's it! Feel how much harder it
swells when you stimulate it like that?"

He nodded.

Tighten your grip and move that up and down the shaft while you’re
tonguing it."

His stroke was perfect. His hungry look was perfect. The loud slurping
sounds he made were perfect.

"Now start sucking, Charlie. Take as much down your throat as you can.
Stop when it starts to get uncomfortable."

My thick salami disappeared between his lips. He got further down on me
than I thought he would on the first swallow and I was impressed. But I
could tell when he'd reached his limit.

"Hold it right there, Charlie. Don't force it yet. Just get familiar
with that spot where it doesn't seem to want to go any further."

He held it there and made a couple of indecipherable grunts that I look
to mean 'like this?’

"Yeah, like that. That's your gag reflex, buddy. I'm gonna teach you how
to get past it. Now start applying suction as you move up and down on
the prick. Don't go further than that gag spot. You can use your hand on
the part you can't swallow yet. Yeah, that's it. You're a fast learner."
His lips curled slightly at the edges into what would've been a smile if
his mouth weren't stuffed with my dick. "Now, get more familiar with
your gag reflex. Find the spot where it happens on each downward swallow
and linger there a bit. Get comfortable with it. See — it's not such a
scary thing, is it?"

He shook his head, and the subtle sensation almost took me over the edge
again. "Tell you what, Charlie. Why don't you take your clothes off?
Hotter that way, and you won't ruin your shirt."

He was naked almost before I finished the sentence. His body was still
taut and pumped from our workout and my cock surged again at the sigh.
His nipples, which I'd only seen soft, had hardened into erect little
cones in the meaty expanse of his pecs. His erection curved up sharply
toward his belly. The plum of the head seemed almost too big for its
shaft. It was the sort of thick, tapered penis that could make a bottom
boy very, very happy. My asshole twitched.

I kicked offmy shoes and pants, Charlie positioned himself in front of
me again, reached around to cup my cheeks in his hands, and licked the
drop of juice from my slit before he sucked the shaft back down again up
to his limit.

"That’s good, Charlie," I said. "Now stay there for a bit. Get
comfortable with the spot again. OK? It'll open up if you try. You
ready, pal?"

I took his grunt for a yes. I put a hand on the back of his head and
pushed gently. He made a couple choking sounds but didn't retreat.
"C’mon, Charlie. You can do it, buddy!" I increased the pressure as he
strained harder. "I know you can."

He made one last sputtering gag as I felt my prick head slip past the
barrier. He took the rest of my full length with a quick, determined
swallow and held if there deep in his throat, inhaling the scented air
that filtered through my pubes.

"Excellent, man! You did it. Now, just keep moving up and down the shaft
all the way."

He let my prick slip out of his mouth slowly, applying suction all the
way, holding the swollen head in his mouth when he reached the tip and
giving it a sloppy flourish with his tongue before taking another plunge
that drove his nose back into my bush. Further instruction wasn't
necessary.

I'm not sure how long it went on. The waves of pleasure moved from my
crotch, up my back, and down my belly in a cycle of undulating
intensity. I considered telling him he didn't need to deep throat me on
every stroke, but he was already doing it, and doing it well. And,
frankly, I was breathing too hard to talk easily. It was only as I felt
my balls drawing up with that incomparable feeling of orgasmic
inevitability that I remembered the task at hand. I wanted Charlie to be
property prepared to handle a man's ejaculation.

I caressed his hair. My words came out ragged in the middle of my heavy
breathing: "OK, Charlie . . . when you can tell the guy's getting close
. . . there's something you can do . . . to send him over the edge." I
took his free hand, spread out his fingers, and guided it under my
churning nuts. He found my asshole in the furry thatch. "Rub it," I
instructed.

His exploration of my slippery pucker didn't inhibit his sucking, in
fact, he sucked even harder as he fingered my nether entrance. "That's
just right, baby — I mean, Charlie. Rub it like that. Now, when a man's
ready to shoot — you have to . . . you have to watch for the signals.
Some guys are gonna want to come to your mouth, so you'll need to either
slow down or speed up, whatever seems to get him there better. You gotta
learn to read him." He nodded and slurped. "But some guys will want to
pull out and finish it with their hand, in which case your job is to
just stay there and enjoy the show. Don't lose the hungry attitude,
though, look up at him and let that took tell him how much you want to
be bathed in his hot load."

I made a move to pull out of his mouth, but he surprised me by not
letting go. He grabbed my left butt cheek so hard that his fingernails
dug into the flesh. He shoved his face determinedly back down the length
of my pole and held it there. My student had me completely under his
control. "B-but Charlie, I . . ." He shoved his middle finger up my ass
and wiggled it deep in my guts. My sphincter clenched down on it
spontaneously.

I shot my wad down his gullet. He held me there, without gagging. Only
after my convulsions subsided did he start to release me, and even then,
he let the fat member from his mouth slowly, wagging his tongue back and
forth on the bottom of the stalk as he went. When the head finally
re-emerged from between his lips, he gave it a slimy kiss, and then fell
back, exhausted, on the pile of his discarded clothes.

That's when I saw the puddle of semen on the hardwood floor. He'd come
while he was blowing me — without even touching himself. His hands had
been busy with my butt cheeks and bung hole, after all. His half-flaccid
prick flopped across his meaty thigh, A single drop of his leftovers
wiggled like jelly in his cock slit.

I took a seat next to him on the hardwood, planting my ass on his
discarded briefs.

He massaged his jaw. "How’d I do, teach? Compared to your previous
students, I mean?"

"You did better than any of them, buddy, You get an A-plus."

"No shit!"

I gave his left nipple a playful tweak. "No shit. You've got a natural
talent. I’m moving you to the head of the class, Charlie. I predict that
you're gonna be making a lot of men very happy."

"Thanks," he said. "But all I need is one. The only thing I really have
to know is am I good enough to start dating with confidence? Like I
said, there's this guy I want to ask out."

"Charlie!" I exclaimed. "You're way more than ready for it." His lack of
self confidence was starting to exasperate me. I figured it was time to
just come out and tell him. "Come on, man. You're sweet, you're
intelligent and you're considerate. You're handsome as hell and you give
great head. Any self-respecting homosexual would be nuts not to give you
a shot. If I were you, I'd just go up to this guy, look him straight in
the eye, and say, 'look here, you lucky stud, you're going on a date
with me, and that's that. Let's go!’"

He grimaced. "You really think that kind of approach would work?"

"I guarantee it."

Charlie rolled over onto his stomach, propped himself up high on his
elbows, and looked me straight in the eye. My heart took an anticipatory
leap. Here was a possibility that had not crossed my mind until right
there and then.

"Look here, you lucky stud,' he recited gamely, "You're going on a date
with me, and that's that. Let's go!" He smiled, it was the first time I
noticed the dimples. "And bring a condom," he winked "We'll need it!"

Hell if I didn't suddenly feel like the king of the world all over
again. 'I'll bring the whole box." I replied.

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