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Freaky Phone Number


By Chris Carr


Copyright © Jan, 2011












Thereís this number. You call it and youíre supposed to get a blow job. Thatís the story that was going around.







My new High School sucks. Itís old as sin and cold as fuck in the winter. Around campus I keep to myself, my involvement in band the only bright spot.

Ok, itís not a full fledged marching band, and we only practice twice a week, after school, but itís at least better than nothing. We play at games (mostly basketball) and some functions.

Iím hanging out with some band mates when this older kid starts telling us about the number. He says it like itís really true. Like heíd got his blow job already. I listened but I wasnít convinced. Rumors are always circulating around school. Like the one about the old janitor thatís an undercover NARC. Or that the entire football team fucked a girl and posted it online. Iíd still like to find THAT ONE.



Laying on my bed at night, the stupid rumor about the number came back to me. The kid said you have to get this web address from one of the kids thatís had one. At first it kind of weirded me out hearing some guy was giving boys blow jobs. Iíve never had a blow job though and I couldnít stop thinking about it.

Whereíd he do it and did he really suck the guy off? Imagining someone sucking my extra hard dick, I soon had a handful of cum. Falling to sleep, I still had my doubts....




After practice my friend started grilling one of the older boys about the number. I hate to admit it but I listened in. The older kid said the man only put up his web page when he was looking for a new kid. He said you had to send him a picture or he wonít even reply.

The rumor about the undercover NARC janitor ridiculous, it was nothing compared to what he said next. According to the rumor it was one of the after school janitors with the freaky number!

It was really beginning to sound like an internet hoax so that evening I did a check on to see if I could find it. There were plenty of hoaxes from one about Mountain Dew supposedly shrinking your balls to school rumors about a gay dude anesthetizing someone so he could rape him but nothing about a freaky number.

I kept hunting around until the next thing I knew, I was looking for the supposed ad. The older kids claimed it was on Craigslist so I found the listing in my city and started looking around. There were a lot of guys talking about sex, some of them offering money but I didnít find what I was looking for....



A few days later I got this lucky break and the mysterious number sort of fell in my hands. I was leaving the music building and I saw that older kid thatíd told us about the number talking to this pimply faced kid. The younger kid didnít seem that interested but the older kid kept talking, almost as if there was something in it for him. When I got closer the older kid shut up, both of them looking at me like the cat thatíd ate the canary.

They walked off, disappearing around the back of the building and I decided to follow. By the time I got to the back of the building the older kid was gone and the younger kid was holding a piece of paper. He studied it for a few minutes then dropped it on the ground and walked off.

Donít ask me why but I actually got excited when I saw that paper. I had to chase it around a little, the wind catching it. Felt kind of stupid, running around like that but when I got it, I was pretty happy. Studying the lone piece of paper I didnít even notice my dick getting hard until I stuffed it in my pocket....





Mechanical room 3

Tomorrow: 3:30 pm

A whole Word Document and thatís all that was in it. I stared at that message for a long time, all kind of thoughts going through my head. While I was excited (my dick got hard but it does that all the time) I had my doubts. Iíd worked so hard to get this, I almost felt let down, now that I had it. Part of me was worried Iíd turn totally faggot and part of me wondered who the hell this person was? I mean, comíon, was I really going to meet with a total stranger, just to get my dick sucked?

Sleep was restless that night, my mind whirring on a thousand possibilities. In one scenario I saw me going through with it and then coming out to my dad! In another I saw me blowing it off and regretting what I couldíve had. The thrill of it all. The titillation.

All the next day I debated going through with it. As the moment drew closer, I found my curiosity piquing. Hell, Iíd never even had sex, let alone a BLOW JOB, I reasoned.





If the room looked dark before, it was pitch black now. Backing away from the approaching footsteps, I almost jumped when I backed into the wall. The footsteps kept coming, like the person was used to walking in this darkened room then they were past the unit, closing fast.

"Hey," The person said.

My head cocked, the voice sounded familiar but I couldnít place it. "You there?" I nodded, forgetting we were in total darkness. The person took a few more steps and then he was almost directly in front of me. His body heat near, my skin tingled as we lingered.

I waited, sweat gathering under my arms, the heavy coat I was wearing like a furnace in the warm room then I felt a hand on my face. I jumped, the sudden touch startling me.

The hand traced about my cheeks, my nose, my chin, then it found my lips. Slowing, the fingers moved around my lips, like a sculptor tracing a piece of work. I heard the dudeís breathing pick up and that made my heart race and my breath increased.

Down the hand went, another hand joining it, working together to open my parka. Both hands moving inside, they moved up my flanks, thrilling me to no end. This was going better than my fantasies, the only down side being I couldnít see who the guy was.

My breathing increasing, I shuddered when the hands pulled my shirts out of my pants. Iím not what youíd call muscular and I guess it kind of bothered me so I had conflicting emotions about my body, even in the dark.

The way the hands were feeling up my bare skin and the guyís breathing became raspy, I guess I was what he wanted so I soon relaxed. Those hands were like magic fingers, searching every part of me beneath my clothes. It was so exciting, my dick was practically doing flip flops in my pants!




My dick springing into the darkness, I let out a loud gasp when it was suddenly enclosed in a warm mouth! Hands working into my opened pants, they moved around my thighs, the mouth deliciously moving up and down my super hardness.

Oh my God, I wonít last no time! I thought, my legs trembling. Then the hands moved further towards the back area and my lust lessened. When they cupped my twin globes, I froze, my dick wilting slightly.

The mouth continued sucking, my dick rebounding but then the hands pulled my cheeks apart and a finger found my quivering booty hole. My eyes bucking wide, I reached back to grab the hands but before I could, the finger was working wonders on my hole, circling it and diddling it.

I grabbed one of his hands and pulled but the effort was insincere and I think he knew it. To my utter surprise, the sucking stopped and before I knew it, heíd spun me around. Yanking my pants down, I felt my exposed cheeks in the room air.

Bending me slightly at the waist, my cheeks were spread again. I started to protest but the words became a gurgled moan when a tongue suddenly started flicking across my exposed hole. Shocked, I whimpered, despite myself.

WTF, was he doing to me???! My ass spread, I felt his mouth work wonders on my quivering hole. Before I knew it, I was pushing my ass back, my hands slapped flat against the cold wall. Up and down his tongue traveled, each cycle taking me higher and higher. My dick bobbled, seemingly forgotten as he lapped away. Then, as if heíd heard me, his hand found my dripping post, his expert fingers sliding back and forth.

"Oh!" I cried, my ass aglow.

"Damn! Gotta get some of this!" He suddenly said and my heart dropped into my nutts.









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