Bravery - Chapter 2 On the edge
How could I possibly shoot so fast? Was that because I was too nervous?
I was musing this question which had been confusing me many hours. The worst thing was that whenever I thought about it, my blood surged to my penis. That was especially not funny for now when I was changing cloths for PE class.
I pulled the shirt off over my head, exposing my hefty upper body, frowning when I found Isaac was staring at me, who rolled his eyes to other direction immediately.
I totally forgot that I may confront him in PE class. He was the last one I wanted to see or talk to at that moment since the yesterday's event. He wanted to go to the locker at the inside of row where I was in, basically the locker in the very corner, but he needed to pass me by, which would lead to physical contact.
I put on the sportswear uniformed by school as quickly as possible, then walked to the door. I almost knocked him down by my shoulder when I passed him. To my surprise, he sniffed at me.
Are you smocking at me for my quick cum in your mouth? Don't keep thinking about that, because I will soon fuck your mouth till your it can never clench itself again.
I stopped myself over-thinking about this, heading to the field directly. Well, in PE class, nothing could bother me. Once I started to do sports, or simply run, I would forget everything.
Couch Smith was a mid-age boar, short but strong, who had a pair of small round eyes like pearls inlaid on his dark coarse skin of his face. Trust me, you don't want to be stared by them. Other than it could burn you if the stare last long, it meant either 10 more laps for you, or leapfrog two laps after class.
For most geek students here, Couch Smith could be a nightmare showing up at daytime once or twice each week. It was not only that the tasks in his class for all of us was heavy, but he also came up with lots of rules torturing those who were not good at sports.
For instance, if he made us run, the last 10 students finished running had to do 10 laps after class.
During the PE class three days before, I finished my 5 laps in the 3rd place and then watched the others running desperately. There were only 12 students still on the tracks at that time and Isaac was the first among those. Before he finished, a soccer flied to his direction from students in other grade sharing the field with us, then hit his left calf. Isaac was already exhausted from the almost finished 2000m running, so he lost his balance at once, falling on the track. He managed to stand up and finish the last 30m, but was exceeded by 4 classmates.
I laughed aloud. Don't tell me I shouldn't.
Today's running was 400m. Each 4 students started 10 seconds after the other 4. If someone was exceeded by a fur who started 10 seconds later, 5 laps after class would be on him, if by who started 20 seconds later, it would be 15 laps.
The couch did all these for encouraging those who finished tasks without great efforts. He believed that for any lap we did or any other small things we did, we should try our best. Actually, he wouldn't supervise us doing the additional laps.
Now, we were aligned by him into 4 lines. I saw that husky was in the second group in front of mine. I walked to him, then whispered, "Be careful." He glanced me in corner of his left eye once with no further contact.
No more than 2 minutes, everyone was prepared to do this. By the couch's whistling, the first group dashed out the start line. When it was Isaac's turn, I saw him rushed out the first place in his group, causing a wicked smile on my face.
Usually, if it came with 400m running, Cough Smith would make us run 3 times. That was where my plan came from.
I finished my first lap without doing my best. He seemed happy that I didn't exceed him while everyone was trying to get back their breath. This happened the same about the second run.
However, at the third time, I shot out from the start line like an arrow. I saw the distance between Isaac and me being shortened and I passed by some furs when I finished more than half. Isaac lost most his strength during the first 2 times, so I finally passed him by just before the destination.
Both of us lost our breath, then we lifted up our heads. He frowned, both his hands pressing into the fur on his thighs but refused to look at me. A minute later, Isaac straightened himself up, "Why do you aim at me like this? It's not interesting."
To be honest, I didn't know why I exactly directed against him. Maybe it was because he got me a secret which I took in heart badly, or the seed of obsession with him had already been planted in my mind. I just simply wanted him to have the day more miserably than me since I couldn't forget that event.
"Do I need a reason to pick up the weakest and slowest one?"
He gave that contempt look again, "Yeah! You are fast, Sven, so damn fast!" Then he walked away from me.
Seeing him leaving away from me, I had to depress the impulse to press him down on the track right here, right now.
*
Time brought us to the end of the PE class. I kept doing excises on the field by myself, waiting for the best moment to disprove my pitiable sexual ability to both the husky and myself.
Some students finished their extra running, while he was still running on the tracks, even though nobody except us noticed that he was exceeded by me.
Good spirit, silly boy! Keep running, till there are just you and me. Then I can take you to somewhere and shove my...
I had to withheld that mental picture's emerging. My cock started growing in my thin sports short, which could hardly hide it.
The couch collected the equipments we used to the PE equipments room.
"Couch Smith?"
"Huh, what?" He grunted, just like a typical boar.
"I want to do more exercises with the dumbbells after class, can I?"
"Sure." He seemed rather happy to hear what I said.
"I mean, can you please don't lock this door so I can collect these when I leave?"
"No, I have to lock it, but I can give you the keys if you want."
"Thank you, couch! That will help a lot."
He petted my shoulder, "It's Okay, young man. You know...you are the only one kid I think deserves to be called a 'boy'. Looking at the other lazy asses makes me sick." He shook his head with a disgusted face. "Anyway, make sure that you have locked the door before you leave, OK?"
"No problem, couch Smith."
*
The number of furs on the field kept decreasing when I couldn't do anymore push-ups, not because of my strength run out, but my mind was swimming in the imagination of what would happen next. The equipments were already collected into that room. All I needed to do was waiting, but I couldn't wait for another minute.
I walked towards the track, and intercepted him when he was about to pass my by.
"How many laps are there left?"
"It's none of your business. Move!"
He tried to make a detour to pass me but I blocked his way intentionally. Finally, he gave up.
"What do you want?"
Before I answered, I put my arm around his neck, which made him jumped a little, but was holden by my arm. He struggled to free himself but only led to my arm holding his neck faster.
"Nothing. I just want to prove something and it sort of needs to use you."
"Let me go!" He kept struggling, which did little help.
I dragged him to the PE equipment room, where I was pretty sure no one would come to there this late. I closed the door behind us, followed by the room without windows becoming very dark.
I loosened my arm on his neck and turned on the dim light bulb.
"What's wrong with you, Sven! I haven't do anything to you this time." His eyes were radiating in the dim room with fear, anger and confusion.
"No, you haven't, but I want you do the exact same thing what you did yesterday."
His eyes were opened wide, "You can't make me do that again."
That's enough talking.
My left paw seized his cloth while the other one started taking off my pants.
"You can't make me do that again!"
The pants on me were taken off followed by my briefs. As I predicted, my cock had already reached its maximum size when it jumped out free from the clothes.
"Do it yourself or I make you do it."
"No!"
I used my left paw pressing him down on his knees while the other paw got closed to his face. Frowning, his head shrank back since my right paw just touched my juicy penis. I swore he sniffed once when the smell of my cock intruded him.
My right paw reached his face finally, giving it a good seize, "One last chance, suck it or not?"
Through his twisted face, I saw him hesitating while his whole body was shaking. His eyes were watering. He was on the edge of crying and trying his best holding it.
Then he nodded.
My heart rate suddenly soared up. I released my paws on him, and moved my body closer to him.
"This time I will make your cheek sore."
He tried to relax a little but his body was still shaking. Shutting eyes tight, his mouth opened a little while quivering, followed by a tender pink tongue sticked out.
I put my right paw on the back of his head and tugged it. Then the head of my cock felt that warm muzzle's wrapping and the teasing wet tongue immediately.
"See if you can let me cum that quick again."
I said that with not much confidence, because I wasn't sure if that premature ejaculation would occur. Even the first pressure my meat received from his tongue and mouth made me shuddered in pleasure.
The husky started sucking it nicely, like a sucking calf. I guessed that was exactly what he was imaging, liking sucking a pacifier but a huge one. He did a good job concealing his canine teeth that my cock didn't feel any pointed thing touching it.
My body relaxed itself from the initial nerve since the time had already exceed 1 minute. Last time seemed like an accident to me. It may not happen that fast again. At least, I hoped so.
The wave after wave of strong vacuum his mouth gave to my glans sent me to paradise, and the rhythm tended to be stable. I looked down at him, finding that not only mine, his body was also relaxed. His eyes kept closing but not that tight while his body no longer trembled.
Few more licks and sucks later, he started moving his head. He backed his head, and never forgot to use his tongue for teasing the tip of my meat, at the same time massaging the shaft with his lips. That feeling was wonderful. The boy was so good at this.
Then his head moved forward, slowly but with much force on his lips. It felt like penetrating something very tight and I had to keep straightening my body against his push, which caused a strong friction between my cock and his lips.
"Ah..." I couldn't hold the groan with pure pleasure.
When my entire cock was wrapped by his muzzle, he stopped moving, but he used his whole surface of tongue for pleasing me. A tickling sensation through my inner penis let me know that a spurt of pre-cum was shot into him. He opened his eyes looking at me, leading to my bashfulness. He definitely heard my groan and felt my pre landing on his tongue or throat, being aware of my great enjoyment in this.
However, just as when I thought that last too quick ejaculation was an accident and this time it would last long, the uncontrollable nerves were built in my whole body again. I tried to hold the feeling, but he didn't give me the chance when he started paced up.
*slurp* *slurp* *slurp*
The ever quickened sexual sound did little help relaxing me. In fact, it only pushed me forward to the edge of orgasm.
Not so fast. Please not so fast!
I begged to my genital and the husky. However, the tight wrap and rub from his lips kept working amazingly. I wanted to express how a good cock sucker he was, but I was dominated by the fear of ejaculating too early again, although this time was much better than the last.
I backed my pelvis trying to give my cock a break (or breath) for a while so it could last longer, but his head moved forward following my pelvis. I wasn't sure whether he did this on purpose to let me cum very quick to somehow humiliate me, or he simply wanted to finish this job as soon as possible. He definitely saw the tense of my body.
Eventually, my balls ascended while a tide of pleasures came like an electric shock, reaching to the point of no return. I didn't want to cum into his muzzle since that image made me gross. The husky, however, kept sucking my cock like hell, generating that shameful slurping sound.
Few seconds after, holding one breath, my first seed was shot and landing into his mouth. That damned boy was still milking my cock with his lips, unlike the girls in porn holding still, waiting for more cum landing in their muzzles. My penis could even feel the sensation like swimming in its own fruits, while the muzzle moving, shaking, and stirring all liquid contained in it.
This was too much, too intense for me. The sperm was shot spurt after spurt, till it lost all the strength and was dripping into that muzzle.
I breathed heavily, recovering my energy. Finally, I could pull my cock out of that muzzle filled with my sperm. There were few bids of the intimate liquid mixture were hanging on my lame meat. I wiped it off, and put on my pants, while the feelings of afterglow with regret and even loathing were hitting me in my head, since all my sex drive had gone. I couldn't believe what I did and I couldn't remember why I did that.
The environment there was totally embarrassing to me. I asked a question hanging in my mind, "Tell me boy. How many guys you have sucked?"
"You are the only one."
"Don't lie to me. There is no way you can be so skillful..." then I realized something, "Wait! did you swallow my cum?"
He nodded.
An strong nauseating feeling attacked me, "Oh, damn that's disgusting. Ew... Get the fuck out of here, you fag!"
His face was frozen few seconds before he glared at me once. His eyes were full of blame and I could tell that he felt being hurt bad, but he didn't make another word.
The husky stormed out of the equipment room, leaving me there.
*
"Suck it!"
Here we were, me and Isaac, in somewhere private enough again.
He shook his head.
I couldn't see his face or emotion clearly but my anger came out from nowhere. I choked him by grabbing his neck, but only found my body was without strength.
"No." Crunching under me, he said with that emotionless face.
No one can say no to me.
I scratched his face.
Then a horrible thing occurred. In spite of my powerless arm and paw, his face was bleeding from everywhere I touched.
I panicked.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry!!!"
Then I remembered that I had kicked his body. Could his body be this fragile like his face?
I lowered my body and arms to take off his cloths.
His upper body were now exposed to me, with plenty of bruises and bumps.
I made these, all of these.
I wanted to touch the bruises and bumps, to see if they ware severe and hurt or not, but when my finger reached his body, the bumps started bleeding just like his face.
I backed.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry!!!" I wanted to say this aloud. However, my throat lost its strength as well.
His body was bleeding everywhere. The blood flew down together like a streamlet, painting a horrible picture to me. He looked at me still without any expression, but I knew he hated me, and he may be cursing me.
"I'm sorry."
I shot in my mind.
"I'm sorry."
*
I woke up.
It took me seconds to recall the dream I just had. It was not the first dream like this in the last five days since I forced him blow me in PE equipment room. I hadn't slept well in these days and I felt awful.
It felt like that there was a shadow within my mind. It didn't hurt but made me unable to be cheerful. It kept reminding me that I did something severely terrible to that husky boy. Whenever my mind was into other things about to make me happy, the shadow would fall on me. Then I wondered why I was so down, followed by the memories refreshed.
Tomorrow, Thursday, there would be a chance to say sorry to Isaac in chemical lab class. I was fear of this chance because saying sorry was not really something I usually did. Wasn't that ironic? I fought with others in school; I went to bar many times despite of being under age; and once time I even broke the glasses of headmaster's car just for fun. I thought I was brave enough, but in fact, apology could make me chicken.
However, I had suffered enough from the guilty. I decided to apologize to him.
This madness had to be stopped.