Handjob Nerd

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Freshman year of high school I would get a taste of popularity but at a high cost.

 

I have always been a nerd my entire life, this was even more true when I was a young teenager. The difference now is that I'm more comfortable with who I am but at 14 years old I wanted to be something that wasn't me. I tried desperately to get attention from the popular crowds at school and it worked. The attention unfortunately was all negative, girls and guys alike would tease me to no end but the more they teased the more I tried to please them and of course that became a vicious cycle that spiralled lower and lower. I'd get more desperate and they'd get meaner.



Well one day this boy named Charlie came up and started talking to me. Charlie was no ordinary boy he was very popular and very cute. He had the blondest hair and bluest eyes, he looked like a model, a 14 year old Calvin Klein model, dare I say even Hollister or Abercrombie. He told me that he felt sorry for me and that he'd see to it that people treated me nicer and I don't know how much power he had but it must have been a lot because the next day people left me alone. Anyway the entire week after Charlie talked to me went smooth and on Friday he wanted me to meet him after school and I enthusiastically did. We walked down to an almost what one could call an abandoned part of our school near an overgrown field. Charlie asked me to look down and when I did his penis, very erect was sticking through the fly in his pants. My heart was beating so fast because I didn't know what to expect. He looked at me and asked if I thought he was cute and I said 'yes', he then asked if I thought he had a big dick, and I said 'yes', finally he asked if I would touch it and I hesitated because I had never been in a situation like this. Charlie then explained something about most girls don't want to do stuff like this even though they all think he is cute and I'd be cool if I did and so on and so on.



Charlie's penis seemed to be almost turning purple and I suppose a penis is a penis but it wasn't smooth and attractive like the rest of his body it wasn't ugly but...I don't know. Anyway I touched it and I felt it in my hand warm and hard yet fleshy and soft. Charlie then began directing me of what to do and where to put my hand and how to move my hand. He asked me if I would put my mouth on it but I sheepishly declined and he said that he would 'let' me just use my hand this time. Eventually I got a rhythm going so to speak and Charlie ceased giving me instructions and just stood there taking in the pleasurable feelings I'm sure were coursing through his body. Every so often he would reassure me that nobody ever came to the field that we were in and that we wouldn't get caught and that in the unlikely event we did get caught, he would like a chivalrous gentleman I suppose, take the blame.



I don't think either of us had a concept of time for me since I was doing all the work time slowed down. I'm sure for Charlie the moment was going by all to fast. So many feelings were going through my head, I had my hand rubbing on the most intimate part of who I and many other people considered to be hands down the cutest boy in school. My hand seemed to work on it's own automatically after doing it for a couple of minutes and was helped along by a combination of our body oils, sweat and possibly his pre-cum fluid either way the longer I rubbed the more slippery his penis became until eventually he would start letting out a stream of curse words as if he had been possessed. Charlie began to say 'fuck, fuck, fuck, shit, shit' or a similar combination thereof and that's when his semen began to spurt out in long jets. When I attempted to move out of the way he tugged me back over and aimed at my stomach causing what looked like snot to me, to land on my shirt.



I had never seen anything like it and Charlie let go of me and backed up his penis was still sort of jumping but decreasing in size until rather than poking out it hung down. He made no great effort to quickly put it back in his pants and I made no great effort to take my eyes off of it. He urinated in the grass and looked up at me with his million dollar smile and then finished and zipped up. The experience was so surreal. He told me that I should go clean up before I go home and that next week he might 'let' me do this again.



I don't know if my Mom ever knew that something had gone on but when I got home she was very suspicious, number one she had came to the school to pick me up and couldn't find me and number two I had a stain on my shirt that I couldn't explain without obviously lying and changing my story several times.



The story does not end here; Charlie had a friend named Mohammed, he was the same age as us maybe a year younger, dark haired, brown eyes and somewhat heavyset, he was a nice enough looking guy but he wasn't who I would consider cute but the next week as we had done before Charlie and I walked to this 'abandoned' field on our campus except when I got there Mohammed was there waiting and Charlie looks at me and tells me that I should do what I did on him to Mohammed because he PROMISED him that I would. Instead of telling them both off I said nothing and Mohammed walked up to me and did the same thing that Charlie had done the week before, sticking out his blood engorged penis. Except Mohammed instructed me to 'hurry up' when I hesitated because he had to be somewhere. I began to stroke Mohammed the way I had done Charlie while Charlie watched rubbing his penis through his pants and commenting that this was better than porn. That time I would be squirted on by both of them. Charlie was more appreciative than Mohammed who basically told me that he'd rather have had me use my mouth instead of my hand. Charlie told Mohammed to shut up and Mohammed wasn't the last guy that I gave a hand job to.



I was a mere freshman in a school of a couple thousand or so students and I had gotten attention from even Seniors most notably Charlie's nearly identical but older brother however nothing happened between me and any older boys but I had a number of encounters with other freshman boys and always I did it out of wanting to keep a position that I felt I had attained. Many girls hated me but I was still accepted into the popular circles and invited to the big parties. The next year like a Hollywood B-lister my 'ranking' dropped significantly as I began to refuse to do some of the things that boys wanted me to do including the always cute Charlie. I went back to being just another nerd and I couldn't have been happier.

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