Where there's Fire, there's Smoke

Warning: Gay Sexual Content
Since my second encounter with Evan and I was already his go-to guy when he wanted a blowjob. He visited so often it was almost daily. Sometimes even twice a day and I never once denied him a blowjob. Usually, he'd visit late through the night but there were some occasions where he visited me first thing in the morning (and god knows that was the best way to start my morning off).

Some nights I couldn't even sleep because I sat near my window, waiting for him to pay a visit. With me being his eager booty call, he eventually stopped sugar-coating our relationship with awkward small talk. He simply crawled through my window, pulled his dick out, let me suck it and then left after complimenting me and patting my head like a dog.

Eventually, my 9th grade year of school started and put a strain on our "relationship". Evan was a high school senior and I was a freshman. He spent most of his time hitting on girls in the hallway and trying to get some ass. His late night visits became a lot less frequent, even on the weekends. I can't say I was absolutely heartbroken by it. I just took it for what it was.

One day as I was walking home from the bus stop, a white Impala pulled up beside me. I instantly knew who it was: Smoke. I became annoyed because he would constantly antagonize me if given the chance. I knew he was only acting that way because I rejected him. "Aw, look at the little freshman walking home from school," he mocked, driving slowly on the shoulder of the road. As opposed to what? Flying home? As usual, I ignored him and kept walking. I found that any response to him is only fuel to the fire. He was so much of a dick that he surprised me when he said, "get in the car, I'll drive you home."

"You for real?" I asked, considering if I should take his offer. The walk wasn't long but it was hot out and I hate heat. "Yes, nigga, I'm serious." he said, clearing the passenger's seat of fast food. I got in his car and thanked him in which he replied "whatever". During the short drive, I looked over at Smoke and really saw him for the first time. He was skinny but his arms were amazingly ripped and his dreads had a way of complimenting his thick neck. When he pulled up, I invited him inside. He smiled and turned off his engine.

Following me into my room (thankfully without my mom noticing), he didn't waste any time locking my doors and taking off his basketball jersey. Smoke is one of those guys with a body that you didn't know he had until he goes shirtless. His dark chocolate skin was glimmering from the sun and he had a strong manly odor, even from a distance. Before giving it a second thought, I was on my knees and pleasuring Smoke the best way I knew how.

Smoke liked to hold my face still as he gently slid his cock in and out my mouth. He was a slow facefucker but it worked for him because he came pretty quickly. After squirting his small load in my mouth, he replied, "Evan was right. You is good as sucking dick." I was flattered at the compliment, even though he did more work than I did.

That was the first and only time I blew Smoke. I guess once he got the curiosity out of his system, he didn't really care about getting head from me anymore. Evan, on the other hand, still came around on rare occasions (mostly when he couldn't get any of his other girls to blow him).

That year, I started to explore my sexuality a lot more with women.