Lay It Forward

Rob rolled his skateboard to a halt. The guys hadn’t turned up tonight and instead of feeling part of a gang of like-minded sk8ers, he sensed that, all on his own, at 20 years old, he just looked like a bit of a dork. Out of the corner of his eye, he sensed a movement. Glancing up he saw a tanned feminine leg, ending in a skimpy pleated mini-skirt. Rob averted his eyes and stared at his feet.

With an off-handedness that he didn’t quite feel, Rob casually flipped the board up into his hand and leaned against the wall. He glanced at the girl. Trying to concentrate on her face this time: Kelly Dean, dark-haired, gorgeous eighteen years old; wouldn’t be seen dead with a loser like him. Rob looked back at his unlaced trainers again as the girl walked on without sparing him a glance.

He sighed and dropped his board back onto the ground preparing to go hme for the night.

“Would you like a blow-job?”

“Wha..?”

“I said, ‘would you like a blow-job’,” said Kelly matter-of-factly.

“I… Uh…”

“Is that a ‘no’, then?” she asked with some semblance of exasperation. “Because, I’m bound to say, I don’t suppose you get asked very often.”

“No. I mean ‘yes’. I mean, do you mean from… from…”

“From me?” enquired Kelly. “Yes, that’s exactly what I mean.”

“But, why?” gasped Rob. “I mean, you’re… you’re.”

“Gorgeous? Out of your league? ‘Yes’ to all the above.”

“Then why?” asked Rob, not even thinking to dispute that she was indeed out of his league.

“Because I was sitting in Social Studies today. That’s something we do a school. You do remember school don’t you? I was sitting in Social Studies and our teacher challenged us to think of something that would change the world and put it into practice. And when I saw you, I realised what I could do.”

“What?”

“Lay it forward.”

“Lay it…?”

“Lay it forward. You see I think the world would be a much better place if we were all having a lot more sex. But we only consider screwing people who are our social equals. If we were each to give our bodies as a free gift to some unfortunate who was – no offence – a loser. Or at least below us in social stature, then we might give them the confidence to feel better about themselves and improve their status. So I am offering you free blow-job.”

“What’s the catch?”

“No catch, except that you also have to ‘lay it forward’. You have to offer yourself to three people in the next week and get them to lay it forward too.”

To Rob, who hadn’t had sex in the last year, the prospect of three more sex acts in the next week seemed too good to be true.

“But,” cautioned Kelly. “They must be people you wouldn’t normally consider. Not somebody you aspire to, but somebody who would be grateful for your attention.”

“You mean like an old bag lady?”

“Don’t be silly. I’m sure there are plenty of women out there who would love the attention of a handsome guy like yourself. Not me of course but this will be worth it if you carry out my plan. Ready?”

“Uh… I guess.”

“Come with me then.” With that the beautiful dark haired girl held out her hand to Rob and led him round the side of a deserted building.

When she was sure they were alone, Kelly pulled the twenty-year old close and kissed him on the lips. At the same time her expert fingers slid down to his crotch and began to fondle his hardening cock through the baggy material of his trousers.

All too soon for Rob, Kelly broke the kiss. But then she began to slide down his body, dropping to her knees in front of him. Her little skirt fell away exposing her tanned thighs and Rob’s cock grew hard as a rock. The dark haired beauty before him tugged down his trousers and Rob’s manhood jutted out in front of him. Kelly smiled appreciatively, knowing by instinct and experience how best to flatter a man. She wrapped her mouth around Robs fleshy pole and ran her lips along its throbbing length.

Rob could not believe the pleasure he was receiving at the sight of Kelly’s head bobbing up and down, or he feel of her mouth and tongue as they bathed his shaft in sensual delight. Rob gasped with desire and Kelly continued to suck him off, masturbating his shaft with her hand as she did so.

Finally, Rob could take no more. With a final cry of pleasure and pain, he released his seed into the teenager’s mouth. She continued to suck like a whore until every last drop was drained from his body and then she stood, dabbing at her lips, whilst he leaned panting against a wall.

“Remember,” she said, as she turned to depart, “’lay it forward’.”

“Why do I have to pick three people?” Rob suddenly asked.

“Because the movement has to grow. You choose three people. They choose three more; that’s nine. They choose three more; that’s twenty-seven. Pretty soon the whole town will have laid it forward. Then the whole country. Before long the entire world will be a better place. Don’t let me down now.”