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(MM- teens, 1st-gay-expr, oral) *** The clacking sound of the manual typewriter was the soundtrack of my eighth grade year. I was a reporter for the school newspaper at Montgomery Junior High School and there seemed to be a deadline every day. Even though the newspaper was monthly, our faculty advisor Miss Randolph was a diva who wrote for "The New York Herald-Tribune" and expected us to write like we were also staffers for her venerable former employer. We had a nice office that adjoined her classroom. Connected by a door, we could use it for a darkroom or a sanctuary from the travails of the day. It was this morning that I was firing off a draft of my opinion column. I believed that students should not pay full price for lost textbooks. I even used the word, 'depreciation.' I knew that Miss Randolph would be proud of my word power. She let me in early in the day so I could finish my commentary. With just an hour before homeroom, I knew that my worst enemy was the dreaded typo. Make one mistake and you're starting over again. Miss Randolph was in a faculty meeting and I was zoning out over my work. I imagined myself as a grizzled old writer smoking a Chesterfield and swigging from his hip flask for the afternoon edition. The fluorescent light above me hummed and I marveled at my words per minute. Our school was not the cleanest in the district but I glad that I wasn't going to our cross-town rival - Central Junior High. That said, a roach might be seen in our corridors. What was another word for 'buy?' I blindly reached behind me to retrieve a thesaurus. I felt something light cross my hand. The thought of a cockroach startled me enough to freeze and do everything I could to avoid the sight of it. "Don't be scared, I promise I won't bite you," said the whisper behind me. I turned around to look at him holding the thesaurus. It was my editor, Kevin McLane. I didn't know if he was trying to creep me out or get my attention. I looked up to this ninth grader in a kind of hero worship. He looked down on me (and everybody else) as if nobody could ever replace him on the student newspaper staff. He won state awards for our newspaper for the first time in our school's history. He laughed and pointed out to me that I could have used the word 'purchase.' The bastard must have read my mind. I rose from my seat to take the paperback book from his hand. He smiled rather puckishly. "Are you ready to put this to bed now that we have a synonym for buy?" I smiled faintly and returned to my seat. I resumed typing with the hope that he would do away. Instead, I heard the sound of a door shutting and locking. He leaned over my shoulder and made his presence very obvious. I felt his breathing in my ear. It had the sound of an obscene phone call that comes in the night. He was already in my 'personal space' by the time I felt his nose in my ear. I was freaked out by the feeling of another boy seeming to caress me. I was not prepared for what would happen next. I knew that he was not attempting to whisper in my ear because there was nobody else in the room. It was just the two of us. Besides, the door behind us was locked. By now, I had stopped my typing and closed my eyes. Something was stirring inside of me; I didn't know whether to fight it or let it ride. "You know you like this," he whispered in my ear. I was too shocked to reply. I felt like a stone inside of me was melting. I believe now that it was my resolve that was falling away. I would not have normally submitted to advances from a guy but this windowless office may have afforded me the discreet opportunity to be seduced. It amused me for a second. I knew that no girl at school would dare attempt to take me. They were all waiting to be taken by some athlete or other popular guy. I would have been lucky just to get a hello in the halls. "Do you really want to do this?" I asked Kevin. "Ever since you first joined the newspaper," he wistfully told me. I had some unusual power that I had over my 'boss.' I was overwhelmed by this attraction that drew him to be kissing my neck and rubbing my shoulders. I glanced up at the clock and saw that there was another thirty minutes until the morning bell. I was certain that the time would fly by and the door would soon be unlocked to reveal two perverted students. I was too charmed by Kevin, however, to do a thing. He detected a new urgency in my body language and reassuringly rested his palms on my shoulders. He kissed me squarely on the lips as if to say don't worry. When he kissed me softly on the lips he then used his tongue to part my lips. He started a warm tongue kiss inside of my mouth. It was my first such kiss with anybody. I did not know what to do but respond as passively as a CPR dummy. "Never been kissed?" he asked before continuing his game of tonsil hockey with me. I hope that he did not take this for a lack of passion because my crotch was making up for any numbness that may have been in my mouth. He reached down into my lap and soon discovered my hardness. It was sticking straight up and was obviously ready for something. Kevin snaked his hand into my pants and played my cock for a few seconds. Wanting to pull it out, he fished around like he was on a hunt for an elusive catch. "I'm going to release this prisoner," he said with a chuckle. In a flash, he unfastened my pants and yanked my member from my jockey shorts with a flourish. My red pubic hairs were exposed in an alien location. I never exposed myself anywhere outside of my own home. My penis was no indication of this anxiety. Attuned to the scarcity of time, Kevin wasted none in swooping down on my throbbing dick. It felt funny to feel this wetness around it. It had a funky sensation like when my dog tried to lick my hand except of course this tongue and mouth were surrounding my penis. I truly felt like someone to see this fourteen year old 'upperclassman's' head rising and falling in my lap. He was hungry for something this morning and he was seeing to it that he would be satisfied. I was troubled by the fact that I let myself fall prey so quickly. I didn't even raise an objection. My only worry was that our office was infested by cockroaches and not cocksuckers. Did this mean that I was a queer? I imagined that we were in the gym showers. Water was rinsing our primal sweat from our bodies. He was blowing me like I had always wanted Betsy D'Angelo, the class tease, to do so. Ten minutes surged past as I experienced something so sweet and new. It took ten minutes for me to have my first orgasm with somebody else. He swallowed my cum like he had some experience and recovered almost like nothing had happened. He kissed me quickly on the lips with a stickiness that was not quite similar to kissing someone who had just finished eating an ice cream cone. I finished my writing. He left the office. School started that day and we published our paper that afternoon. There would be more deadlines to meet. There would be more morning meetings until Miss Montgomery caught us (we forgot to lock the door one morning in March). Kevin lost his job as editor that morning and he begged Miss Montgomery to show mercy. She stuck to her guns until she learned the following morning that Kevin tried to overdose on his mother's sleeping pills. I confronted her about this before she settled on Kevin's replacement. I knew where she kept her gin in her desk and I told her that we all had something to share with the principal. Fortunately, we were the only ones who were aware of this situation and he kept his job while she kept hers. I love blackmail! "You're lucky that I am from New York and I used to work with homosexuals. You're no problem to me but I suggest that you find other places to fuck around," she said. She didn't need to tell us twice. We worked on our articles in his parents' study and in my basement for the rest of the school year. We lost touch after he was promoted to the local high school. It is there that I am sure that he found new loves in the boys there. As for me, I became the sports editor in my ninth grade year and enjoyed following our sports teams. If you know what I mean... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 32