Ron Fitzpatrick was his name. He was the bane of my high school PE class as well as my fantasy. My bane because my first two years of high school, he picked on me when he was around others, but when it was just him and I, he was nice and talkative. My fantasy because his short cropped red hair and green eyes stood out when he was clothed, but when he walked around the locker room, his tight green gym shorts showed off ‘little Ron’ as well as the dusting of red hair that grew up from his waist to and across his pecs. Somehow, Ron failed PE the previous year and was stuck with me and my classmates to get his credit to graduate.
One particular day, when he was a senior and I was a junior, he cornered me up against the lockers and, with his shorts still on, placed ‘little Ron’ in my hand while my friends that were there, all force and watched my reaction. When I didn’t respond, he just backed up from me and said “Yeah… that’s what I thought!”, walking away. It was, at the time, odd, but not all to weird considering the ages we were and the hormones flooding our systems.
Ron graduated. Or dropped out. I’m not sure, really. But when it came my time to graduate, I did. That summer, several of my friends had parties before we all left for college. I was invited to all of them, but only went to a handful, as parties weren’t really my ‘thing’. One of the last parties of the summer was a Charity’s house. Or, more succinctly, her parent’s barn. Being a farm school in the country, most all of our parents had large property – many with farms. Charity’s parents lived on a non-working farm. Which meant there was tons of room to roam: fields, woods – even a pond – that wasn’t empty and not in use.
I drove up and parked in the yard, along with a several dozen cars. I passed into the house and was directed out the back by her parents. Kids were everywhere, most of them I knew and some, her family, which I didn’t know. A few of my school crushes were there: Matt, Robert, Travis and Andy. All of them, save for Andy, had their girlfriends with them. I watched them kiss do typical couple thing. It was hot and humid, of course, being around 2PM on a summer afternoon. I excused myself and made my way to the pond. It was a long walk in the hot and humid sun, so I took off my shirt, tossing it over my shoulder – I could use some sun anyway.
The pond was rather large and surround on two sides my tall grasses with a few acres of woods behind it. I sat on what was left of the boat dock and leaned back on my elbows. “Come on vitamin D!” I said to myself. I obviously was lost in the heat of the sun and didn’t hear the steps coming up behind me on the dirt road.
“What’s up, pasty?” I heard from behind me. Spinning around, I had to shade my eyes for them to focus. It was Ron. What the hell?
“Ron? What are you doing here?” I asked, reaching from my shirt.
“Hanging out” he said, looking down at my shirtless self. “You look different than last I saw you” he admitted. Which was true. I had been a late bloomer with most of my maturing happening after Ron graduated. Or quit. Or whatever he did.
“I’m going to the woods. Want to come along?” he asked.
“I’m not smoking anything, Ron” I replied. He sat down next to me. Ron had changed some since I last saw him, too. Physically at least. His jaw was now full of dark red stubble, which really turned me on. And it looked like, wherever he’s been, he’s been working out more. He wasn’t a muscle head, but he was toned – toned enough to fill out his t shirt quite well. It had been a while since I thought about Ron, to be honest. But seeing him that night, brought all my late night alone time fantasies back to the forefront of my brain.
“Man… I don’t smoke that shit” he said, calm and collected, which he always was. “I just thought, you know…” he said, looking over at me, his crooked smiled bookended by that red stubble.
“What? You want to have your way with me?” I asked in an accusatory and somewhat willing tone.
He smiled and looked back out to the pond.
“Never mind, man. I just thought you’d like to get out of the sun for a bit” he said, standing up and dusting off his butt. His nice, round butt. It was the first time I saw him in shorts that weren’t those short, tight, green gym shorts. His hairy legs looked good as he took a couple steps. My brain crunched the possibilities, no matter how hopeful. But while it was working overtime, my other brain, in my shorts, overtook all functions, standing me up quicker than I thought possible. “Wait up” I said with a fake annoyed tone. I trotted quickly to catch up to him as we walked around the pond, through the tall grass and weeds, and into the shadows of the woods.
He didn’t ‘wait up’ but I caught up with him, looking around like a prey animal exposing myself to all potential predators. We walked in silence, entering the woods but steeping under what wire fence was left. A few steps in and my eyes focused on the darkness provided by the trees. While the tree shaded from the sun, it didn’t help much with the humidity. I saw Ron’s shirt was wet on his lower back. I looked at my watch.
“It’ll be dark in a couple of hours. I don’t want to go in too far” I said to him.
“Just right over there by those big oaks” he replied. I couldn’t tell and oak from a maple or birch. As he approached the trees, he reached down and took off his shirt. I watched and his back – more toned than I remember it being before – flexed and moved based on how he balanced himself on the roots of over downed trees. I noticed some hair on the small of his back was matted with sweat. He disappeared around the base of the trees, away from the direction of the house and party.
As I came around the trees, Ron stood there, shirtless, smiling, hand on his crotch. His chest was as wide and perfect as I remember but covered in more red hair than his flat stomach. I stood there, not knowing really what to say or do. We were alone in the woods. It was a fantasy I hadn’t come up with before, but I wasn’t complaining. His eyes widened as they locked in on my own bulge, of which I was oblivious to at this point.
Being this happened in the early 1990’s, there wasn’t a plethora of porn or ways I could see what other guys were packing. As such, I was clueless at how I stacked up to other guys. Knowing what I know now, I am, and was, much above average. But at that time, I was clueless. And it was obvious to anyone that would have been watching this take place, I was the inexperienced one.
Ron bent down, his knees crunching on the sticks around the trees. He reached up and unbuttoned my shorts, pulling them down. I didn’t know how much my dick wanted out until he freed it from it cotton prison. It hung there, growing with each rapid heartbeat. He pulled it to his mouth and slid it in quickly. The heat from his mouth drowned out the heat and humidity of the day. He buried his face into my pubes, forcing me down the back of this throat. He gaged a bit but didn’t see to have much of an issue after the first couple tries. I stood there, legs shaking, sweat running down my temples, eyes and mouth wide open, as time passed in slow motion.
It took a few seconds for me to register he was slamming his face into my crotch harder and faster. The sensation coming from my cock was superseding all other physical feelings at the time. Ron reached around and grabbed my ass, seemingly surprised but elated in my hairy cheeks, and started thrusting myself into him. I ran with it, still in a bit of a daze. What seemed like thirty minutes was likely only a couple minutes before I had to grab his shoulders with one hand and steady myself against the tree with the other hand as my legs buckled under the relentless contraction of my muscles as I dumped my entire eighteen year old seed into his mouth without warning. He choked initially but overcame it and swallowed every single swimmer my body had produced that day. As he slowly pulled himself off of me, I watched my wet dick come out of his mouth. It seemed like I pulled out of him forever before the swollen head finally emerged from his mouth with an audible pop sound. My piece fell against my drawn up balls and bounced as my heart slowed down.
He leaned back, left hand around my leg, right hand around his cock, as he pounded it faster and faster. My eyes flowed from his wet mouth, down his hairy chest and watched him jack off. I’ve never seen another guy do this and I watched with delight. His chest started to rise and fall faster, beads of sweat running down his neck and between his bouncing pecs. He bit his lip and closed his eyes as white liquid – the first I’ve seen from another guy – shot up in the air like a geyser. Rope after rope of thick, white liquid shot up in the air, the first two or three hitting his chest, the rest falling back down on his jacking cock, creating more lube which he seemed to like. The more that fell back on him, the faster he jerked, the sounds of a wet dick being smacked around seeming to fill the woods. His head, which was much more red now than when he started, but now was snow white, seemed to swell until he let go of the breath he had been holding this entire time. If I wasn’t so mesmerized by it all, I would have been looking around to make sure no one heard him. By the time he slowed down, his whole fist was covered in thick, white paste, which looked more whiter against his red shin and red bush. He collapsed back against the tree, my cock still mostly hard, hanging down, pushing my balls further south. He flicked the last couple drops of juice from his dick as he stood up before stuffing it back in his shorts.
“There. That wasn’t so bad, was it?” he asked, pulling his shirt over his head. I did the same with mine, forgetting that my shorts were still around my ankles.
“You’ve got a giant cock, man. Nice hairy ass too. And this!” he commented as he ran his hands over the small patch of hair I had between my pecs. Reaching around and slapping my ass cheek he said “Yeah. I could have some real fun with you! Pull your shorts up before someone catches us!”
I did as he started to walk away. I sped up and fell in behind him. My legs were weak but I managed to run past him, turn and stop him.
“What…” I started to ask. He cocked his head to the side and smiled that crooked smile.
“What what?” he toyed with me. “You never had someone suck you off before?”
I shook my head ‘no’.
“Well that explains why you didn’t last long” he said. He stepped up closer to me, I could smell my of cum on his breath. “Looks like we need to get together more often then. Would you like that?”
I shook my head and was able to mutter a ‘yes’.
“Good. Here’s my number” he said as he grabbed my hand and wrote his number on my palm. I had no idea where he had that pen or why he carried it with him, but I was glad he did. “Call me. I should be free tomorrow. Maybe we can work that ass, too” he said as he grabbed my ass.
I followed him out of the woods and we both rejoined the party. Charity asked me where I was and why I was acting so weird. I just told her I was at the pond getting some sun as I looked past her and watch every step Ron took.
The next day, I called Ron and sure to his word, we got together, and he taught me a few things my last month before I headed off to college. I’m sure the guys I met my freshman year were appreciative. But when I came home on breaks, I met up with Ron and we exchanged a lot of fluids and positions. Ron made a sexual man out of me. I still think about him from time to time.
