The following is a true story about two teenaged boys discovering sexual pleasure together. It also describes unprotected sex and group sex. If this offends you – stop reading. If you are intrigued – Read on!
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Summer School Tutor – Part Six
I got to school a little early the first day. I wanted to get a good spot in the Seniors Only parking lot and I wasn't sure where my locker was. I saw a lot of kids from last year that I hadn't seen all summer. They all looked at me in a new way; they noticed how much my body had changed, and I got a lot of thumbs-up and waves. I even had quite a few girls check me out, which was a first for me. I found my locker and started to unload my backpack when some guys from the football team came down the hall. "Hey, Timmy! Great to see you. All the team has their lockers on this hall. You're one of us now!"
I had already told the coach that I'd work with the team all season. I was the water boy, I helped cleanup the locker room after games, and ran a few errands for the team. I couldn't back out now, but I was really not looking forward to putting up with Gregg the whole season. After what he did to me this summer, I was pissed. Just then, Mark came bounding up to me. "Hey, Timmy, I've got the locker right next to yours. That's cool."
"Hey, Mark," I replied. "That'll be great. Just as long as Gregg doesn't have the locker on the other side of me. I don't want to be around him right now."
"What happened, man?" Mark asked, putting his hand on my shoulder. So, I told Mark the truth about Gregg being gay and having sex with me all summer. I told the whole story about my last night with Gregg. I gave him all the details about the bath house we went to, the poppers, and the sex. Mark's grip on my shoulder got tighter as I described what all we did. Then, I dropped the bomb about Gregg dumping me.
"Oh, Timmy, that sucks," Mark said. "I never figured Gregg to be such an asshole."
"I know," I told him. "I thought Gregg really liked me. All I was to him was a summer fuck buddy. He got what he wanted and left me behind."
Mark and I talked about school starting and football practice, and we got all our stuff put away. He and I decided to walk around the school some and see who we could run into. But, as we turned to go, Gregg came walking down the hall, surrounded by football players. They walked up to us and everybody said "Hi, stud!" "What's up." Gregg walked past me and started to enter the combination for the locker next to mine. ("Oh, shit!" I thought.) I grabbed Mark and we walked on and left the group behind. As we walked, I asked Mark if he was still hairless. "Yeah. How about you?"
"Still shaving everything," I said. "It's a lot harder now without Gregg's help, though."
"Why didn't you call me?" Mark said as he slapped my back hard. "We've got a cabin up at the lake where I go to clean up. It's secluded, and it's got great facilities. Come with me, it's not very far. That way we can help each other, like last time." He grinned at me.
"You're on, Mark," I said "I can't wait to see it and to see you again. We can leave right after football practice."
The rest of the day was normal. We met the teachers and connected with our friends. Then it was time for football practice. I went to the team locker room and went straight to my locker. I changed out of my street clothes and into gym shorts and a t-shirt as fast as I could, and I ran out to the field. I ran up to the coach and said hello. He patted me on the back and said, "Great to have you back, Timmy. I'm really looking forward to this season. Too bad your bunch are all seniors. I'm gonna miss you guys"
The rest of the team ran out onto the field. Practice was long and hard. It was still hot outside, and everyone worked up a sweat. We finished up and everyone ran back to the locker room to shower. I picked up around the field and the locker room to stall for time. I wanted to be the last to shower. I waited for all the guys to get out and head for their lockers. Then, I got in to clean up. The locker room got quiet and I thought I was alone. I walked to my locker and Gregg was waiting for me.
"Tim, I'm really sorry about how I handled things. I care about you a lot. Right now, I want to take you in my arms and make love to you. I think you are so hot and I love fucking you. My cock is hard now just talking to you."
"Then, why did you dump me?" I asked.
"It was the best thing to do for you now. After graduation, I'm going into the military. I'm too dumb to get into college. I don't want to have anything or anyone waiting for me back here that I have to think about all the time."
I threw my arms around him and kissed him hard. I felt his cock press against my naked body. I dropped my towel and went to my knees in front of Gregg's man-meat and sucked him into my mouth. He face-fucked me until he was too hot to handle, and his man-juice sprayed into my mouth. I licked him soft and then kissed him. I kept my hardon for later because I had a date with Mark, but I didn't tell Gregg that. For the rest of the school year, I split my time between Gregg and Mark, but Mark got more and more of my schedule devoted to him. Gregg and I grew apart as graduation loomed large. He was ready to leave for boot camp as soon as we got our diplomas.
Gregg left a few days later for boot camp. Mark and I got accepted to the same college and decided to room together. I'm going to miss high school, but I'll never have to worry about how to shave my ass and I'll always have a cock to fill it up. Mark is the best roommate ever! This college thing could be a lot of fun. Who knows?
[EPILOGUE]
It's been ten years since graduation. I'm 28 now and live in San Diego. Mark and I are still together. We got married as soon as it was legal. I'm an architect and Mark is an interior designer. It's a great partnership. We're successful and very much in love. We've both been very conscientious about our health. I'm still 175 lbs. of muscle and Mark weighs in at 190, but he's 3 inches taller than me. He is hot, and I love him. We both shave our whole bodies still. The act of shaving is hot enough. Sliding our lean bodies together is unbelievable. We both still turn heads at the beach and we've had lots of offers to cheat.
I guess I should bring you up to date on the gang. Gregg joined the Navy and did really well. He's stationed in San Diego, so Mark and I see him often. He's got a great young boy friend and the four of us have had some great times together. Mark and I agreed that Gregg is the only exception to any rules we have in our marriage. In fact, Gregg and Bobby were over here last night.
We love to teach Bobby new things; he's only 21 and needs so much help. So, Mark and I took him into our bathroom and shaved him completely. It was tough because he's got lots of hair to shave. While we worked him over, Mark got down and gave me the best blow job and I decided that Bobby needed to be cleaned off in a special way. I put him in the shower and lathered him up. I spent extra time with his smooth crotch. After I rinsed him, I got down and sucked him until he shot his load in my face. Then, I got to clean him all over again. Then, we went out and the three of us gave Gregg the best night he's had. We ripped his clothes off and took turns sucking his monster cock and caressing his hairy body. He still looks like a football star, only leaner because of the Navy. In the end, the three of us lined up along the sofa with our asses facing Gregg. He fucked his way down the line, giving each of us a nice workout. He saved his load for Bobby, which was only fair. But we all had a great time.
I never could have imagined this when I was in high school. Back then, I thought my life was over at least once a month. I lacked self-confidence. I lacked self-awareness. Today, I am happily married to the most wonderful man I know, and I have great friends, including Gregg – the guy who started it all for me. I will forever be grateful to him for bringing me out of my closet and showing me who I was and what the world had to offer. "Gay" really does mean "happy," when your life turns out like this. I guess I'll stop talking now. I have a very horny man waiting in my bed to fuck my brains out. Why am I still talking to you? Bye!
THE END