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Beyond all that, enjoy the stories! This is the fourth story of this series about Grayson High School.
In this installment you'll find that Charles and Dean return from previous portions of the story. I hope you all enjoy it, and please email me your comments! And also, thank you to everyone who has already emailed me about my story, I appreciate all of your comments!
Charles and Dean
Dean rose out of his car and made his way over to his friend Catherine's house. Catherine and Dean were debate partners at school, so they usually got together every so often on the weekends to work on their evidence or their speeches. They got along very well, so it was usually fun to spend some time with her, even if it was only to cut out evidence for a debate the next day.
As he had approached the driveway, he noticed that her car was missing though. Occasionally she'd get called in to work or something, and would forget to call him to cancel their plans. He shook his head and grinned, she was one of the smartest girls in her grade, but she was very absent-minded.
He quickly stepped onto the deck and rapped on the door a few times. After a few minutes Catherine's younger brother, Charles, opened up the door. He was a freshman in high school, but he was fairly tall for his age. He stood about 5'10'' or so and had a fairly lean build. His hair was damp, probably from a shower, and he was wearing a pair of shorts along with an oversized blue t-shirt.
He nodded at Dean, "Hey, man. Did Catherine call you?"
Dean laughed, "Nope, I guess that means she went to work?"
Surprising Dean, Charles shook his head 'no'. "Well, she did go in to work. But she went in earlier and should be back in about an hour. She said that if you showed up at the regular time that you could just wait around. But whatever you want is cool".
Dean chuckled at the thought. Apparently she even planned for when she forgot to tell people when she was going to be away. "That's fine. We can just hang out and watch TV or something until she gets back". Charles nodded and let him inside.
Charles watched Dean from behind as he made his way down the hall. He was dressed fairly nicely, so he figured that he and his sister must have had plans after they were through working. He wore blue dress shirt, which stretched divinely across his back. The long sleeves were rolled up neatly, just above his elbows and his dark pants fit him beautifully... fitting snugly, but not tightly, on his firm ass.
"Did you and my sister have plans tonight?"
"Yeah, actually we were going to go catch dinner afterwards. How did you know?"
"Oh, well you're just dressed nice for debate practice. It looks good on you though". Dean paused for just a moment before continuing on into the kitchen. He kicked his shoes off and went into the living room. Charles had heard the rumors around school, and he was willing to test them out. Dean had always seemed 'gay' to him, even though he was a pretty masculine guy.
Dean threw himself down on the couch and Charles sat down next to him. They turned on the TV and flipped through the channels. There wasn't really too much on, but they did come across the Red Sox and Yankees game on FOX, so Charles left it there. He waited and waited for an opportunity to put a move on Dean, but nothing seemed to be presenting itself. Apparently he wasn't interested at the moment. So, he decided that he'd just do it himself.
"Hey Dean", he paused, "I have a question for you."
Dean looked over at him, slightly puzzled, "What?"
"I've heard some rumors at school..."
Dean interrupted him, he looked somewhat worried, "Dude, don't believe everything you hear".
Charles grinned, "Are you saying it's not true?"
Dean stammered, "Well, um. I don't think, well... Can't we just drop it?"
Charles whispered into his ear, "Only if I can -grab- something else". He reached his right hand down and began to slip it under Dean's slacks.
"Hold on! What the hell are you doing?" He pushed Charles' invading hand away.
"Oh come on. I know you're gay, I've had ideas about it ever since you started hanging out with my sister."
Dean seemed shocked, "It doesn't matter! You're a freshman, I'm a senior. Technically this is illegal!"
Charles smiled, infinitely confident, "If it makes you feel any better, they held me back in second grade, so I'm a year older than other freshmen. Plus, what does it matter if nobody knows about it?"
Dean paused, mulling it over, but Charles already knew he had him. He didn't have a problem with the fact that he was a cock slut, and he knew he wanted this dude, so he was going to have him. Tentatively Charles tried the same maneuver, only meeting token resistance from Dean.
"Dude, I don't know about this..."
Charles ignored him and pushed his hand all the way in to his pants. As he massaged Dean's soft cock with his right hand, he deftly unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks. He pushed them down slightly, along with his boxers. Grinning at the lack of Dean's resistance, he began to stroke the blonde's swelling cock.
Dean groaned and started unbuttoning his shirt, leaving it open over his smooth chest. Charles left Dean's dick, and moved to his exposed chest. He pulled the two halves of the shirt further apart and began to suck on his left nipple. He trailed his tongue along the edge of the pink circle, before finally closing his mouth around it and sucking gingerly. Dean sighed and brought his hand up to the back of Charles' head, lightly holding him in place. He obediently kept his face in the same place, licking and biting lightly on the sensitive bud, before finally hovering to the other side and giving the right side the same treatment.
He trailed down Dean's chest and stomach before finally reaching his dark blonde pubes and tall seven-inch prick. He tenderly wrapped his hand around the base of Dean's leaning tower, before kissing the drop of precum away from the head. Dean groaned slightly.
"Dude, don't suck it yet... Get undressed, I want you at the same time".
Charles didn't bother trying to hide his excitement; that was more than he had expected. He stripped off his clothes in an instant as Dean laid down on the floor. Charles' six-inch cock was quite slick from the experience he was having, and stood proudly from a dark nest of hair at his crotch. He lay down next to Dean and, lying on their sides, took each other in their mouths.
Dean instantly gasped as Charles' tight lips gripped his shaft and he started sucking hard. Dean retaliated in kind, and buried his face down to the root of the younger boy's cock. He felt his scratchy pubes rubbing against his chin. He pulled back quickly, only to find that Charles' quickly slammed back into his mouth. Fuck, he thought, this dude wants off fast. So, fast it was. This was no beautiful love making session, the two boys thrashed around on the ground, eagerly sucking each other's cocks. He wasn't sure how much experience Charles' had previously, but he was certainly no newcomer. He knew where Dean was sensitive and focused on those areas as he sucked voraciously.
Charles, hoping the action might proceed from just sucking, reached one of his hands behind Dean and poked his finger into his ass. He heard Dean grunt, so he took that as a sign to keep going. He slowly pressed his finger deeper into Dean's loose hole, before finally thrusting it in and out a few times.
Dean quickly let Charles' cock fall out of his mouth to yelp, "I'm coming, man!"
Charles felt Dean's mouth return to his cock and begin sucking furiously again, bringing him even closer to the edge. Charles then felt his partner's ass clamp down around this fucking finger and then felt the seven-inch prick spew it's hot seed into his throat. He swallowed the bittersweet treat as it came, taking it all. He concentrated on prolonging his pleasure as long as possible. He held his orgasm until the pleasure of Dean's soft lips and tongue became too much. He grunted loudly and thrust into his partner's mouth, pouring his cum into Dean's throat. Dean managed to take his entire load as well.
Dean, panting, slid up against the foot of the couch.
"Fuck, you're hot."
Charles smiled, "We don't have to finish yet, you know... She won't be here for another 30 minutes or so." Seeing Dean grin, he turned over into his lap again. He slipped his mouth over the sensitive, deflating cock again. He sucked quickly and avidly, bringing Dean back to his full length again. He pulled off and looked up at Dean slyly, "Want to fuck?"
"Hell yeah!" The two men got on the couch and Charles lifted his legs into the air, encouraging Dean to get under them. "Do you need to loosen up?"
Charles shook his head, "I'm ready when you are, stud". He grinned at Dean when he said "stud".
Dean closed his eyes tightly as he pushed his length into the young man's ass. Charles grunted in a mixture of pain and pleasure as the plump head of his friend's cock rubbed against his prostate. "Go on, do it dude!"
Dean grinned and pulled back out, quickly jamming it back in. He watched as his glistening cock drove in and out of Charles' hungry ass. The pain was all but gone for Charles who moaned and shouted out encouragements every time Dean's cock struck home. He felt the older boy's dark golden pubes rub against his ass every time he impaled him. His heavy balls slapped against Charles' darker, Hispanic skin.
"Fuck, yeah!" Dean exclaimed. "Do you like my cock inside you?"
Charles grunted, and slammed his hips back against Dean from emphasis, "Yeah. Fuck me deep Dean..."
Perspiration began to show on the bodies of both boys. Dean's muscular chest glistened with sweat as it flexed, driving into him. His short, spiked hair was beginning to mat down as well. Darker circles of sweat appeared on the dark blue shirt under the arms. He still had failed to shed the shirt and it hung loosely on his shoulders and arms as it waved in the movement of his thrusting.
Charles moaned, "Fuck, this is hot. I love your big dick!"
Dean had never been spoken to dirty like this before, but it turned him on more. As he continued to pile drive the boy for a several more minutes, he felt his second orgasm becoming more imminent. "Charles, I'm about to blow!"
"Yeah", grunted Charles. While he was loving this action, he was eager to fuck Dean's ass as well. He started working his ass muscles around Dean's raging hard on, hoping to bring him off that much faster.
It worked. Dean felt the tight muscles squeeze around his cock and that was it. He jammed his dick in, down to the pubes and let himself go. Several thick streams of cum emptied into Charles' ass as Dean groaned in ecstacy.
Dean let himself relax and subside for a few moments, before finally extricating him from Charles' ass. "That was great dude..." He looked down at Charles, who appeared to be painfully hard. "Sit up."
Charles grinned and sat up on the couch. Dean stepped back, stripping the sweaty shirt from his shoulders, and then climbed onto the couch, lowering himself onto Charles' erection.
The dripping cock was lubed up enough, naturally so Dean had no trouble impaling himself upon it. He groaned as the smaller cock filled him up. Charles, loved the feeling. He rode up and down the young stud's pole, bringing him to the edge and then slowing down to prolong it. Charles felt himself getting close again after only about five minutes of the action. He noticed that Dean had his third hard-on of the day.
"Dean", he panted, "you're fucking hard again!"
Dean grinned, but he was getting too tired. His legs were getting sore from riding his cock, so he pulled off of him. Charles looked surprised as Dean got off of his cock, but smiled as Dean laid down on the couch with his legs up in the air, inviting him. Charles laughed, "Tired?"
Dean grinned as Charles lined up his six-inch cock with his ass. "Come on man, give it to me."
The young man did as he was told and thrust all the way into him in one smooth motion. He gripped Dean's sweat slicked side as he drove in and out of him. Dean grunted loudly every time the young Hispanic thrust into him. His head was sitting uncomfortably on the arm rest so he quickly reached back and put a pillow under his head as Charles rammed his cock home.
Both boys were slick with sweat at this point, but the action was almost over. Charles was getting closer and closer to his second climax. Charles threw his head back in ecstasy as he started thrusting into Dean more urgently. He moaned, "Oh fuck Dean... gah... here it comes!"
He buried his cock deep into Dean and let his load loose. It was his second load of the day, but it was much larger than the first. As he cooled down after the workout, he noticed that Dean was still hard, so he wrapped his fist around Dean's thick meat and began to stroke it urgently.
Dean groaned, "Shit. It won't take too long this time. Bring me off, please".
Charles, still bathing in his post-orgasmic pleasure increased his hand movements and then brought up a second hand to massage Dean's sweaty nut sack. Dean groaned, as Charles felt him contract and his dick spewed several thick ropes of cum onto his chest, stomach, and pubes.
The younger boy laughed, "Damn, three loads in about an hour? You're a god!" He moved up to his chest and helped Dean clean up a bit, licking the strands of cum up from his slick chest.
Dean looked over to the clock and realized that Catherine should be home in about 10 minutes. He groaned, annoyed, "Well, dude. I need to get cleaned up..." He glanced down at his sweaty shirt on the ground and laughed, "I guess I need to go home and then come back".
Charles kissed him on the cheek, "I wish it could last for longer".
Dean smiled and stood, "So do I, so do I." He put his clothes back on and gazed down at the beautiful boy below him. He knew that Charles was probably a slut, but he didn't care, that was the best sex he'd ever had. Charles stood up and stretched as he watched Dean pull his underwear back up over his oversexed cock.
"I'll see you again in a bit, and hopefully some other times too". Charles grinned and trotted off to his room, as Dean buttoned his shirt up, grinned, and took off.
End Part 4
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