The Rock Pit in the Summer of 1972

A gigantic rock hole approx. 30' deep and 100' x 60' that was made by an excavating company digging gravel rock. Left unfilled it quickly filled up with water during heavy spring rains every year. It was very popular with the high school crowd for several years prior to the Summer of 1972. In the summertime there were always people swimming there, mostly guys and a few girls.

It was a hot Tuesday that summer, my junior year in high school, when I got my nerve up to venture out to the PIT as everyone called it. I did not have many friends in high school, two to be exact, and I was very shy. I was 5'3 and weighed all of 110lbs. I had toothpick legs and couldn't tolerate the sun with my white skin. I had long beautiful eyelashes, which were all my aunt Thelma would talk about when she saw me. I considered them a curse.

With that said, you will not be surprised that rumors were circulating in school that I was a fag. I had heard whispers in the hall when I would pass by. It got to the point that I could not look anyone in the eyes, boys especially. I was frustrated, disgusted, ashamed, and at the same time, excited about these strange sexual desires that I had been dealing with since I was about 11. I used to get hard watching my big brother change clothes. I knew I was gay but I didn't know what word to put to it.

One boy in particular always caught my eye. He was a senior and he looked, acted and talked the way I wanted to but couldn't. I always tried to walk behind him when we were changing classrooms. Something bout watching him walk made me hard by the time we reached the room. He was 5'11, 160lbs., med. long brown hair (the style of the time) and filled out a pair of 30w 501s very well.

He sat one desk up and one aisle over from me. I always watched the way he sat in his chair, sometimes with his legs stretched straight out in front of him with his crotch boosted just a little upwards. He usually stretched in that position and his cock became very visible.

It was in the middle of one of these stretches that he suddenly turned his head round and looked straight at me. I was in the middle of intensely staring at his crotch and I know he saw it.

"Goin to the PIT after school. Wanna come?" He suddenly whispered and turned back quickly to see if the teacher was looking. Then he quickly looked back at me for an answer. I nodded my head "yes". The bell rang and everybody got up to leave. I looked around and James was gone.

It took me a few minutes to convince myself to actually head down the long gravel road that led to the PIT. I saw James' truck as I made the last curve. When I drove up he was perched on the fender smoking a cigarette. He had his t-shirt off and draped over his shoulder. He had a perfect chest and a perfect tan.

"Hi," I timidly said as I stepped out of the car.

"I didn't think you'd come," he replied.

I glanced at his eyes and then looked back down at the ground.

James jumped down from the fender and leaned against the truck.

"What are you so timid about dude?" he asked. "I heard you were a fag, are you?" With that question he took two steps forward and put his hand on his crotch. I could see the outline of his dick as he moved it around with his thumb.

He began unbuttoning his levis very slowly saying "Yeah, I heard you were a fag." Reaching inside his white briefs he began pulling his hard dick out, playing with it for a few seconds inside his underwear. Now he was holding it straight out and asking me if I wanted to suck it. I had never sucked a dick before but I knew I was gonna learn.

It felt massive and hard in my hands. Soon as I touched it he seemed to tense up and his dick throbbed in my hands. "Wait a second" he suddenly said as I was about to put my mouth on it. He motioned towards a small clump of trees off to the side of the PIT and behind where everybody parked.

At the trees he pushed his levis all the way down to his ankles revealing large hairless balls. They were drawn real tight against the shaft of his 6" cock. Then I didn't know that meant he had a load ready. I got on my knees and gently touched his balls. "Yes" he said, "lick on 'em fag." I began licking those big hairless balls. I saw his fists clench at his side and I figured he liked what I was doing. I did too. I loved the taste of the summer sweat and was sure to lick every inch.

"Oh God!" he said, "put it in your mouth fag." I opened my mouth and put my lips over the purple rock hard cockhead. I saw his fists clench harder and before I knew what was happening I felt and tasted hard throbbing spurts of his cum. He was making some kind of unintelligble uttering and I was swallowing the smoothest sweet tasting cum. I began cumming in my underwear as I swallowed the last of his offering.

It was about this time that we heard another car driving up. James quickly pulled his levis back up and grabbed his t-shirt. He looked at me and said, "Now get outta here faggot!"

I got in my car and left as Billy, another boy from highschool was driving up. He rolled his window down and motioned for me to stop. He leaned out the window and ask, "What?? Am I too late?" and then started laughing an obnoxious laugh. I drove off wondering what was in store for me at school. I realized this whole deal had been setup by the two of them. I knew they'd be talking about me at school.

PART 2

Two weeks had passed since my intense first encounter with James at the PITT. I had not heard any rumors or whispering behind my back like I had fully expected. More and more I would find myself looking directly at James' eyes when he was near while at school. I was looking for some sign of recognition. I got none. In fact, was it my imagination or did he go out of his way to avoid me? I realize now that he was in the middle of a "guilt" trip. The kind of trip that I had experienced for several months.

The next encounter with my sexual urges happened on the first Monday off for "in service" days. The teachers worked, but no classes were taught. I remember I got up early that day and headed for the county fair grounds. My Future Farmer chapter was working on its booth for the county fair later in the fall.

It was a warm 85 degrees, and as I drove up I saw James and his close buddy Daryl come out of the big tent. They both had their shirts off thrown over their shoulders. Then I noticed James' truck parked two spaces down from mine.

They came by me and gave me obnoxious snears as they passed. They jumped in the truck and just sat there for a few minutes, glancing at me, then fiddling with something. Took me a second to realize they were rolling a reefer. I laughed about what I first thought they were doing.

About that time our Ag sponsor, Mr. Leonard, came out and told me that there was enough people working right now and that James, Daryl and I could come back this afternoon and relieve somebody.

I glanced at James as I got back in my car. He had rolled his truck window down and was passing the j he just rolled under his nose. He started his truck and burned out of the parking lot and turned left on FM 77. He and Daryl were going out in the country to get high.

I drove back into the main part of the small country town. I drove by the house of the only real friend I had but his mom said he had gone to an auction with his dad. I drove around for awhile trying to talk myself into following James and Daryl out in the country. The thought of the two of them together made me get horny.

Deciding that I would go looking for them, I pulled into the gas station to fill up. The guy that owned the station was named Billy. He was about 28 and was married with a baby. I always found him attractive but he was always greasy and dirty from working. I finished filling the tank and went in to pay.

He was on a roller-cot under a car working. I watched him through the door before he came to take my money. He had his legs spread wide and would raise his crotch in the air as he tried to loosen something under the car.

"Howdy" he said as he checked the meter for how much I owed. I always felt awkward around him. He knew I was gay I could tell. He was always nice to me, but it horrified me at the same time. "How's your sex life?" he suddenly asked me. I could feel my face turning beet red. When he noticed he said, "Hey man, it's OK. My sex life is a bummer again. My wife's pregnant again and the doc says no sex for a while." I was still beet red and saying nothing. I was so embarrassed or maybe a little shocked, that I froze.

"Well hey dude," he broke the awkward silence, "I close for lunch everyday for 30 minutes because I wanna eat my sandwich in peace. Your welcome to stay if you want to." He was walking to the door to lock it. He had already closed the service bay door. He switched the sign to closed and turned off the gas pumps. Then he looked at me questioningly. I didn't move, he locked the door.

He grabbed a couple bags of chips, got a coke and handed me one. I managed to say thanks but my voice cracked and I was beet-red again. "To the back room" he said as he walked into the service bay. There was a room to the right and back of the bay area. It was about 4ft. wide by 8ft. It had a shelf along one wall with a bar stool.

He sat on the bar stool and opened his coke. I pulled up a wooden crate and sat on it. I was looking up at an angle when he suddenly grabbed his dick. I looked up at his face and he was smiling. "Caught you!" he said still smiling, "it's cool if you wanna suck it; I'm not gonna tell anybody and you'd better not either."

He just stared at me then, and I was in one of my "what to do" freezes. "Feel of it if you want to." I did, and I did. He was already hard. I felt it stretched up to the left in his pants. It seemed to get harder as I worked my fingers up and down it.

Suddenly there was banging on the front door and we both jumped. "Stay here!" he ordered. Turned out it was the postman with too much mail for the drop slot.

As he walked back into the little room he became more serious. He stood over me and undid his belt, and unzipped his jeans. I reached up and unbuttoned the top button and slowly worked his jeans down past his white fruit- of-the-looms. Then I reached into his shorts and pulled his already hard dick out. He pushed his shorts down and played with his balls. I was jerkin on his dick.

"Suck me if your going to man, I gotta open back up." he said looking down at me on my knees.

I began sucking him, taking him as far as I could alternately with jacking the full 6 inches with my hand. My other hand found his tight nut sack and I was massaging it with light finger strokes. He uttered his approval and began to hump my mouth faster and faster.

"You take the cum?" I heard him ask as the first shot of his hot cum splashed the back of my throat. He sensed a gag reflection coming on as he said "shhh! shhh!" and pushed my head all the way down on his cock as he finished unloading in my throat. When he pulled it out he handed me my coke. It made a good chaser. I was strangely glad that I did not gag.

He was zipping up when he said, "Say man, I really can't have sex with my wife till the baby comes. And she won't suck anyway.... I thought you might wanna do me a favor every once in a while." He smiled and seemed to be the embarrassed one this time. I knew I liked him and I quickly smiled and nodded yes.

I noticed James and Daryl had come back to town and were headed back to the fair grounds. I smiled the rest of the afternoon. James and Daryl were smiling too... one of those permanent smiles you get when your stoned. We did not talk.

Suddenly the smell of grease and gasoline made me horny. I smiled again with the smell of his sweaty nuts in my nostrils.

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written by formalet