Diary of a Teenage Hunk 10 (mm)
by Peterbilt
The Diary
Graduation Night:
Graduation!! Finally made it. Graduation has been a blast. Cole knows about what went on with Mr. Alberts. He says I graduated because of my muscles and my big cock. Another huge surprise. Cole is gay. Came right out and said he wanted me so bad it hurt. I thought what the hell, I took him into one of the restrooms and let him have at it. Almost got caught; the vice principal came in looking for me. I didn't have anything on under my gown. Shouldn't write this down but when I went up to get my diploma, Mr. Alberts whispered that I should look on the back of my diploma. I told him I was naked under my gown. Guess Cole was right. On the back it says A+ for Cocksmanship.
Graduation
"I didn't think this night would ever come," Brandon said to his teammate, as they were walking down the dark hall to the library where the class was donning their caps and gowns.
"I didn't think I would make it," Cole said.
"Fuck, man, if I could make it, anybody could," Brandon said.
"Yeah, but you had a lot more going for you."
"Like what?" Brandon asked with a frown.
"All those muscles, for one thing. And that big cock."
"What the hell has my body or my cock got to do with making it to graduation?"
"Come on, you didn't blow a load in Mr.Alberts' office?"
Brandon stopped in his tracks and reared back with a look of shock. "What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Just speculation, but you were in his office for an awfully long time, I heard."
"So? I was practically begging for my life. He wasn't going to let me graduate."
"But you are graduating," Cole said with a sly grin. "I heard it smelled like cum when you came out of his office."
"Who told you that?" he demanded, trying to remember who was there when he came out.
"Just a rumor."
Suddenly Brandon grabbed Cole by the front of his shirt and pushed him back against the lockers. "Listen, fucker, nothing happened with Mr. Alberts. And if I hear any rumors, I'm gonna know who started them, and you'll answer to me. You got that? Mr. Alberts is no fag."
"Okay, okay, I've got it," Cole said, trying to wrest free of the tight grip
"Okay, let's get dressed and get this done," Brandon said as he started to walk on.
"Brandon....."
He stopped and looked back where Cole had stopped near the restroom door. "What?"
Cole swallowed, grasping for his courage.
"What? Come on, we gotta get dressed, man," Brandon said impatiently.
"I believe you when you said Mr. Alberts didn't do anything, but....."
"But what?" He walked back.
"But...c-could I?"
Brandon stopped in his tracks again, right in front of his teammate.
"Could you what?...Oh, geezuss, Cole, are you saying......"
"I'm saying I'm gay, and I wanta do you so fuckin' bad it hurts, before we graduate," Cole blurted out.
"Holy Shit!"
Then Cole boldly reached out and grasped Brandon's crotch. Brandon grabbed his wrist, looking all around, but didn't shove it away. He held it while Cole squeezed the front of his jeans.
"Don't hit me. I don't want to have to explain a black eye or a bloody nose," Cole said.
Suddenly Brandon shoved past him and pushed the door open and went into the restroom. When Cole followed him in, he leaned back against the door, undoing his jeans.
"I don't believe we're doing this, but we gotta make it quick," he said as he shoved his jeans and shorts down off his hips. His big cock swung out, long and thick and already half hard.
"My Godd!" Cole gasped. "How big do you get?"
"Find out for yourself," Brandon said.
Cole just gazed at the other boy's oversized cock.
"Are you gonna do it or not?" Brandon asked.
"Godd, I wish I could get you naked," Cole said in a husky whisper.
Brandon quickly pulled his pullover off and pulled his T-shirt up above his bulging pecs. "This'll have to do," he said, presenting himelf.
Cole slid off the toilette, onto his knees in front of the muscular athlete. He ran his hands up and down his hairy thighs, gripping his taut butt muscles, as he gazed at the huge cock looming over him, now throbbing hard.
"We don't have time for much playing around," Brandon said as he squeezed his cock. "Or maybe you...hey, have you ever done this before? Maybe you're scared."
"No, I...no, I'm not scared," Cole said. "I just love looking at your body, and this." He wrapped one hand around Brandon's cock. "Fuck, I can't even get my hand around it."
Brandon, becoming impatient, put his hand on the top of Cole's head and gently guided him to his cock. Cole wet his lips and opened his mouth, and Brandon shoved his cock in.
"Ohhh, fuck!" he groaned as his cock slid across Cole's tongue, deep into the warm, wet cavern of his mouth.
Cole began sucking. He had only done it a few times so he wasn't really good at it, but he wanted to do his best for Brandon. If he did, maybe he would let him do it again. He didn't know why he'd lied to him.
"Shit you're good," Brandon said, as he gently fucked his cock back and forth through Cole's lips. "Listen, what about when I get ready to cum? Do you want it in your mouth, or should I shoot it in the toilette?"
Cole reared back so he could speak. "In my mouth."
"No shit! You're gonna let me go off in your mouth?"
"I wanta see what you taste like," Cole said.
"It's gonna taste like cum. I figure it must all taste alike," Brandon said.
It didn't, but Cole didn't say anything.
Suddenly the outer door opened and the two boys froze.
"Anyone in here? We're looking for Brandon."
It was the vice principal! Brandon clamped his hands around Cole's head to keep him from moving. The door closed and footsteps came into the restroom.
"I'm in the crapper. I'll be right out," Brandon said.
"Have you seen Cole?"
"No, but I'll find him for you," Brandon said.
"Don't be long. And turn the lights out," the man said.
They waited a moment then Brandon began feeding Cole his cock again. "Work your tongue, that really gets me going," he whispered.
Cole lavered his tongue around the bulbous head as he sucked more and more of the shaft into his mouth.
"Listen, if you suck my balls while I jack it, that'll get me worked up faster," Brandon said as he eased his cock out of Cole's mouth. "I'll let you back on my cock when I'm close. We gotta hurry."
Cole nuzzled his face into the big jock's crotch, sucking one of his heavy balls into his mouth.
"Awww, Yeahhhh!" Brandon moaned. "Yeah, man, suck my balls!"
Cole managed to carefully tuck his other nut into his mouth so he could suck them both at the same time.
"Aww, fuck, be easy," Brandon said.
Suddenly the door opened again. "Anybody in here?" Neither of them made a sound. The lights went out and the door closed.
"Okay, man, suck 'em harder, I'm gonna blow," Brandon said.
Cole locked his mouth around the two big balls and tugged on the sack. Brandon pushed his crotch hard into Cole's face.
"Get your face in there, eat my balls! I'm getting close!" he groaned. A moment later he pulled his hips back, tugging his balls out of Cole's mouth. "Aaahh!" he gasped when they popped free. "Here, take it!" He guided Cole's mouth back to his cock and shoved it in, just as his cock exploded.
"MMMmmnnnnn!!" Cole whimpered as his mouth began to fill up with warm, thick cum. He was stunned at the power behind each spurt, and the volume of cum that the big stud was producing. My Godd, he thought, he's like a stallion! He wasn't sure he wanted to swallow it, but he had no choice. His mouth was filling up and he either had to swallow or it was going to run out and down his chin. And he couldn't spit it in the toilette, that would probably make Brandon mad.
Brandon had let go of Cole's head and was gripping the top of each side of the stall for support, because his legs were shaking so bad. When he was finally throbbing empty, he eased his cock out of Cole's mouth. It fell against his thigh with a wet smack.
"Fuck! That was awesome," he gasped breathlessly. "Man, I've had plenty of girls go down on me, but none of 'em ever did a job like that!" He leaned back against the wall. "Did you swallow it?" he asked.
Unsure up to that moment, Cole's decision was made. He began gulping the thick, warm semen down. "I just did," he said.
"Oh, Man, that is hot!" Brandon said.
After several swallows, Cole gasped for air. "Whew! Where did that all come from?" He asked as he shoved himself to his feet.
"From those big balls you were chewing on," Brandon said, laughing.
"I didn't know anybody except a horse could cum that much," Cole said. "How fuckin' long have you been saving it?"
Brandon laughed. "Since this morning."
"Geezusss!"
"Come on, we gotta get out of here," Brandon said, as he began putting his clothes in order.
"Thanks, man," Cole said as they were exiting the stall.
"Fuck, man, don't thank me. That was the best blowjob I ever had. And girls never wanta swallow."
At the door, Brandon put his hand on Cole's shoulder. "You know what's gonna be awesome? Seeing you walk across that stage to get your diploma, and knowing that you've got a half billion of my sperm swimming around in your stomach."
Cole swallowed. "I can still taste you," he said.
They went down to the library where the graduates were donning their gowns. Brandon found the box with his name on it. He took the folded gown and slipped it under his arm. There was so much excitement and chatter that no one noticed him leave the library with the gown. He ran up the stairs and rushed down the darkened hallway to his locker. He opened his locker and hung the gown over the door, then began taking off his clothes. Down to his shoes and socks, he put the gown on and snapped it up. It felt good on his bare skin. He felt good and evil, and he had to smile at himself.
When the grand march was ended and they were seated, Brandon kept looking at Cole, seated two seats over in the row in front of him. Fuck, he's cute, he thought. Wonder if he would do me again. He said he could still taste me. Wonder what I taste like. I should've kissed him and found out. Having too many weird thoughts. Listen to the speech. Can't get a hardon, no where to hide it.
Brandon's mind was blank as he walked across the stage to receive his diploma. He needed that diploma, for it was like four years of high school education had suddenly been erased from his mind, and he needed something to prove he'd done it. He took Mr. Alberts' hand and their eyes met as the man handed him the dark leather folder containing his diploma. He held onto it for a split second, as well as Brandon's hand. He leaned in to say something.
"Look on the back," he whispered quietly.
Brandon whispered back, "I'm naked under this gown."
When he returned to his seat he discreetly slipped the diploma out of the leather case and turned it over. On the back was, "A+ for Cocksmanship."