IN THE CHEM LAB
Part 3 - The Next Day
"I didn't think I'd be seeing you again tonight." I smiled as Hugh poked his head around the doorway. Once again, he and I were the only two in the computer center. I could only think of one reason he'd be here, and I already felt myself getting hard.
Morning had come early, with my alarm sounding at 7:00. Since I hadn't actually got to sleep until past midnight, I already knew it was going to be a sleepy day. Why is it that things that seem so cool at night can seem so bad the next day? I already had regrets about what Hugh and I had done together, and every time I thought about the risk I took, it make me shiver - and not in the nice way.
"I guess I started thinking about it during dinner, and decided I'd just look and see if you were here." He grinned back at me, still hanging in the doorway, not quite coming in. I've always been partial to guys with nice smiles, and Hugh's slightly naughty slightly shy smile had me enthralled.
My brother and I had shared breakfast in silence, as usual. Our mother didn't join us - also as usual. Since our father's passing almost two years earlier, she didn't take much interest in anything any more. I ran the carpool; bought the groceries, etc. she just stayed in bed most of the time. Anyway, I picked up our carpool and we headed off to school.
"Come on in and grab a seat while I finish this. I promised you a computer lesson, but I'm guessing you'd really like another Chemistry lesson." I leered at him and we both broke up laughing - a bit nervously.
School began every day with a half-hour devotional. We all gathered together in the Chapel in our uniforms and ties, sang a hymn, listened to some announcements, and then put up with what might be characterized as a "sermonette." Sometimes one of the faculty would give it, sometimes a student. Usually they were pretty dull - sometimes I actually felt embarrassed for the person. Today's speaker was Phillip, a senior, one of our star swimmers. I loved seeing him in the pool, and instead of listening to his words - doubtless sharing the joys of his personal relationship with Jesus Christ - I couldn't stop thinking about how cute he was, and I started imaging the joys of various things I'd like to do with him. When that got old, I included Hugh in my fantasy and started thinking about ways to combine the three of us - each of us taking turns on top, on the bottom, in the middle, and doing a few things that may not be geometrically possible, but were fun to contemplate.
"Do you do this every night?" I was just turning off the terminal, but I looked up and gave him such a puzzled look that his face flushed and he stammered, "I mean, with the computer. . . ." That got me going again - the thought of having sex with the computer really tickled me. (How things would change in the next 25 years!)
Fittingly, the day had begun with Chemistry, which was a two- hour class because it was intended to include a lab. Mr. Burns didn't have us in the lab more than half the time though, and today was one of those dreadful days he planned to just teach for two hours. Not that he was a bad guy -one of my best teachers, in fact -- but two solid hours of Chemistry really strained even the most enthusiastic student, and it was much worse for a sleepy one.
"Did you see anyone on the way in?" Hugh had turned up earlier than last time, so I worried that there might be other students around. We definitely didn't want anyone seeing us sneaking into the Chem lab and turning out the lights, even though they'd most likely suspect us of smoking pot or something.
There were no more than 20 of us in the class. (There's another advantage of private schools.) All of us "Skylabs" sat in the front row. My best friend, Hank, sat next to the window, I sat on his right, Mark usually sat on my right. There were six or seven of us all together. Not really sure exactly how we became a clique, but we had several things in common. We were all in the most accelerated classes, always ranked at the top academically, and were generally hated and despised by the "Jocks," who were the athletes. I was something of an exception, since as a varsity swimmer I had the respect of the jocks too, although I tended not to hang out with them, but for the most part, the lines were clearly drawn. Since most guys didn't belong to either clique, there may have been other cliques, but, if so, I never knew about them - other than the obvious one between day students and boarders.
"Nope, not a soul." Hugh reached into his pants and adjusted himself, grinning shamelessly at me. I was already fully erect. I locked up the Computer Center and we headed upstairs.
Hank was almost exactly my size, and we both had brown hair and eyes. People had joked that we were brothers, if not twins, although that illusion was shattered whenever he opened his mouth. My family were well-to-do city folks, and my father had been a doctor. His folks were poor country people, and his father worked a farm up in the Tennessee hills on the weekends and did manual labor at Dupont during the week. In addition to their place on their farm, his family had a mobile home near the airport. Hank attended Bailey Academy on 100% scholarship and despite his humble background, he was the only boy in class I considered my intellectual equal.
"Looks like someone forgot his books." As we stepped into the chem lab, I saw a pile of books and a notebook on one of the benches. Taking a quick look before I locked us in and turned off the lights, I saw they where Hank's.
Every other boy in class has a cultured, upper-class southern accent, so whenever Hank opened his mouth, everyone else thought "Blue Collar" "Farm Boy" or "Red Neck;" he might as well have had it stamped on his back. Three years at Bailey had only softened it, and by this point, I'm not sure Hank really wanted it to go away completely. The more teasing he got, the more he saw himself as morally superior to his tormentors.
"Um, how do you want to start?" It amused me that Hugh was so forward before and now so awkward. I stepped up to him, wrapped my arms around him, and kissed him on the mouth.
But I was hopelessly in love with Hank, and I usually thought his accent was adorable. He had no clue, because although we shared all our hopes and dreams, I was so afraid that I'd lose him altogether if he knew the real truth. In an all-boys school, there was no way for me to gauge his interest in girls - if any - and I could never get up the courage to tell him how I felt about him. This situation had persisted for two years now.
"Mmmpf!" Hugh seemed surprised - for some reason kissing a guy seems more queer than sucking one - but he let me slip my tongue in his mouth, and after a bit he was giving as good as he got.
I had bumped into Hugh during lunch, and I asked if he planned to come by the computer room that night for "another lesson." He'd blushed the way only a boy as fair as he is can blush - like he was all sunburned for an instant or something - and he looked around to see if anyone was listening then mumbled something and split. I'd taken that for a "no" at the time, but I was really glad he'd changed his mind.
"Let's get you undressed." I pulled off his shirt, then started undoing his pants. He was rock hard, and I was so hard it hurt. "Kick off your shoes."
The afternoon had drifted past, then swim practice, driving the carpool home, doing homework, and ending up back in the computer center as usual. Well, not EXACTLY as usual, although I could certainly get used to this!
"Even my shoes?" He complied anyway, and I pulled his pants and shorts down to his ankles.
"Sit up on the bench." He did, and I pulled off his pants, shorts, and socks, leaving him completely naked. His smooth, lanky form looked adorable up on the bench.
"Woah, man! This is a little scary!" Didn't seem to hurt his erection, though.
"Get down on all fours." As he obeyed, I pulled my jar of Vaseline out of my coat pocket (don't leave home without it!) and pulled off my coat and shirt, laying them neatly on the bench. (As opposed to Hugh's clothes, which were strewn across the floor.) I sat on his back, still wearing my jeans, and jokingly said, "Giddiup!" Then I reached behind me and started lubing his hole.
"Ohhh. I love this!" he whispered. Lubing him while sitting on his back was exciting but awkward, so I slid back off of him and continued from behind, working in first one finger, then another, and then both together.
"Ready for something bigger than a finger?"
"Is that what you want to do to me?"
"Yeah. Is that okay?"
"Will it hurt?"
"I'll be gentle."
"Do I get to do you too?"
"Yeah, we can take turns."
"Okay."
Despite my apparent confidence, this was a first for me too; I'd been in his position before, but this would be my first time on top. I was nervous. I was highly excited. I fingered him gently for a bit longer, then pulled my jeans and shorts down just enough to take out my dick, lubed it up and pressed it against his hole.
"How's that feel?
"Feels good," he said, thickly.
"Just try to relax." I pressed harder and felt his asshole start to let me in.
"Ouch!" He pulled away, and I popped out of him. "That hurt, man!"
"Sorry about that." I stroked his back. "Just relax for a minute. That happened to me before too. I guess we just went too fast." He didn't say anything, just breathed heavily for a bit while I continued to stroke his back and his butt with my hand. After a bit, his breathing quieted. "Is it better?"
"Yeah." Hoarsely. I pulled myself up against him, my cock in his crack, and I reached under him and found his nowshrunken penis. I started slowly stroking it, and it came back to life. When he was all hard again, I asked if we could try again.
"Okay, I guess." Not too enthusiastically.
"Slow and easy this time." As soon as I felt myself starting to slide into him again, I stopped. "How's it feel?"
"It's okay."
I let myself slide just a bit further and paused again, then slowly, slowly slid deeper and deeper.
"Ohhhh, that's nice!" I sighed as I felt his anus gripping the flange of my dickhead as it slipped into his hole. "You still okay?"
"Yeah. Keep going." He sounded more excited. Once the head was in, it was relatively easy to slide the shaft up him, as I had expected it would be. I reached down and made sure he was still hard. Then I started to fuck him.
It was very exciting to be fucking a guy for the first time - especially such a sweet, nice-looking one. I'd been thinking about it for a while, which just made the reality that much better. The way his hole gripped my dick, the way the head felt when I pulled it back against his hole from the other side, the way his sweaty body felt against my bare chest, even the special thrill of me being still in my jeans and him stark naked - it was all perfect.
Too perfect. I came almost immediately, even then thrilling at the thought of my cum filling up Hugh's ass. I couldn't tell for sure, but I seemed to shoot a lot of it, and it went on for a while.
"Did you just shoot?"
"Yeah." Panting.
"Wow, that was fast. My turn now?"
"Your turn next time. Let me show you something my cousin taught me." I reached under him and started stroking his cock again. "You cum really hard with a dick in you."
Neither of us heard the sound of a key in the lock, but we both froze as the door we were facing opened, the lights came on, and an unmistakable accent said, "What the HAIL?"
Hank had returned for his books.
--To Be Continued