Hey guys...part two of my first story. Would love to get further comments/suggestions. Email addy is wsluvver@yahoo.com. Enjoy!!!!
The Archangel-2
As it happened, it was a tad more than a week before I got to go to town on my archangel, Gabriel, again. About four weeks to be precise. I was going out of my mind and my cock was sending text message after text message to Amnesty International seeking immediate compassionate aid. I beat the poor bastard raw three, sometimes four times a day. Once when I woke up and got in the shower, at least once at school during lunchtime, listening to all the guys pissing and some taking a dump, wishing I could watch, once when I got home and could escape to the loo and sometimes once in bed before drifting off to have what would have been a wet dream if I hadn't blown a pint or two during the course of the day!!
Gabriel had been off school with the flu, then I'd been away on a sports trip up north for a week. It was the first Monday back that we saw each other again for the first time. It was morning interval and we bumped into each other walking along the parapet in front of the main building. I had to hold back from going up and giving him a big snog right in front of everyone. He winked at me and muttered, "We've missed you". I glanced down at his crotch in time to see his cock twitch as he flexed it. I had to fight hard (pun intended) to control the urge to rip his shorts down and deep throat him in front of about 1000 other teenaged guys ... shit...sorry...lost focus there as visions of a 1000 guy orgy swam across the cinema of my mind.
We walked over toward the trees by the horticulture block and he asked me about the cricket tournament up in Auckland -- well, more specifically, he kept asking me if I'd seen certain players in the raw when we were getting changed. I turned him green with envy as I described showering with various members of the team (so to speak) and my constant battle to avoid cracking a boner as someone's undercarriage wafted across my field of vision. Thoughts of Mrs Blundell in a bathing suit were all that stopped the big fella reaching for the sky.
Wiping drool from his chin and adjusting himself rather conspicuously, Gabriel gave me that smouldering look he is famous for and asked if I was free after school. Is a bear Catholic? Does the Pope shit in the woods? No...wait...
We agreed to rendezvous by the High Street bridge at 3.45 -- Gabriel said he knew of an awesome little spot he found the previous year where he could jack off and fool around with other guys without worrying about being caught. I didn't know whether to feel horny or jealous about him getting it on with other dudes.
The rest of the day was hard, especially fourth period straight after lunch -- we were both in the same phys-ed class, and he was in cock-tease mode. We were playing cricket, and when I wasn't bowling, Gabriel somehow managed to find his way round to me in the field, slipping the waistband of his shorts down when no one else could see and flashing his hard cock at me. I avoided him in the changing rooms after, knowing that one glimpse or flash from him and I'd be sporting more wood than Tiger.
When the bell rang at 3.20, I nearly fell out of my seat and creamed myself at the same time. I was out the door of Mr Dennis' class before the bell had finished ringing, raced to my locker, my heart going ninety miles and hour, visions of Gabriel's naked body blocking out all other thought. I was dying to bury my face in those edible-looking buns of his and do some exploring and was hoping he'd be into trying a little more watersports.
I was leaning against my bike at the end of the bridge before the town clock chimed 3.30, watching my watch and wondering why Mickey's big hand wasn't moving faster. The wait was interminable. I mean for Christ's sake, here I am, almost 14 years old, just tasted the apple in the Garden of Eden (and whaddaya know, I'm a fruit-lover!) and was itching (in all the right places) for a little more.
3.45 rolled around with no sign of my fallen angel, but at least this time I knew he would be coming (pun definitely intended). Five minutes later I saw him cycling slowly around the corner on the footpath and my cock leapt for joy. I got on my bike and followed him as he cruised past without saying a word, just a come hither look that could melt the polar ice caps.
I followed him around behind the storage warehouses by the old railway station, my eyes firmly glued to his ass as it bobbed up and down on his seat. He pulled up behind an old corrugated iron building with a faded sign of a defunct removal company hanging precariously from one-too-few hooks on the side of the building. With a quick, look around, he slid his bike sideways through a gap in the siding of the building into the space underneath. I followed suit, having doubts about exactly how were going to have some fun in this space without coming out looking like survivors of Armageddon.
There was enough light for us to make our way slowly and The Archangel led me confidently to a trapdoor in the floor of the building about a third of the way under the warehouse. We left our bikes underneath and crawled into a dim and dusty room above. I looked around, waiting for my eyes to adjust to the light. There was an old armchair to one side of the room and a couple of large cushions scattered on the floor towards the outside wall. Light filtered in through a filthy window high up the wall. I'm guessing it used to be an office of some sort.
We sat on the cushions and after a little kissing and groping of hard cocks through our clothes, we settled back and talked for a while, sharing a large bottle of Coke. I announced I had to piss. I'd been holding it, hoping he might suggest some piss play, but couldn't hold it much longer, but Gabriel had other ideas.
He stood and faced me, motioning me to the chair. I sat back and waited -- he obviously had something planned. I was getting hard quickly and was massaging my bone through my school shorts. Gabriel removed his shoes using his toes and heels, then reached down to take his socks off. He unzipped his fly and the button on his shorts, then turned and slid them down, bending over as he did so. The horny bastard obviously hadn't put his underwear back on after phys-ed and I got my first look at his cheeks, partially obscured by the tail of his shirt.
He didn't straighten up after stepping out of his shorts, but instead spread his legs about 18 inches apart and thrust his ass out towards me. I could see his smooth, hairless balls swaying slightly, hanging well down, the head of his still soft cock (I don't know how he does it) peeking from behind them.
I started to slide off the chair, intending to see if I could use my tongue to tickle his tonsils from the wrong end, but he quickly stood up, whipped around and pointed back to the chair. Then he slipped his shirt over his shoulders. There he was, totally naked in front of me, his cock starting to sell slightly, raising its head to look at me, as if noticing me for the first time. He put his hands on his hips, looked me up and down, then raised an eyebrow, giving me a quizzical look. I realised what he wanted and stripped naked in record time, throwing my uniform on one of the cushions nearby, plonking myself back down on the chair, my willy aimed at the roof, having given his tackle a quick grope as I sat back down.
He stepped back a couple of feet, and with his cock still rising slowly, began to piss. A healthy stream flowed out in a golden arc (eat your heart out McDonalds), caught in the afternoon sun streaming through the window. Warm piss splattered everywhere as it hit the floor, splashing onto my legs and causing the dust to rise up in angry clouds, swirling around, making the scene almost surreal. I could smell it, almost taste it on the air. As his cock got harder, the stream moved towards me, splashing first on my feet, then moving up my legs. Within seconds, his golden stream was splashing on my unbelievably hard cock, making my usual five inches go through a rapid growth spurt.
I tore my eyes away from the heavenly warmth flowing across my quivering loins to look him in the eye. His head was tipped back, his eyes closed and his anaconda of a tongue sliding back and forth across his upper lip as is tasted the scent of his piss. His eyes opened and his head dropped down toward mine as my own piss erupted, hitting his square in the navel, coursing down his torso, soaking his small patch of golden pubes, dribbling down his silky sac and running down his legs.
I cupped my hands under his cock, catching a handful of warm, liquid gold and drank from it like my life depended upon it. There no sounds except my slurping and the splatter of our piss as it mingled on the floor. I stopped drinking as his stream began to fade, an eternity seemed to have passed since it began, yet I wanted it to go on.
As my piss continued to soak his crotch, the flow beginning to slow, I licked my lips and looked up at him, Trying to catch my breath, I rasped, "Turn around and bend over. I want to taste that hole of yours. He grinned from ear to ear and complied, turning before bending over and effortlessly touching his toes, his legs spread.
I leaned forward, pushing my face into his crack, savouring the feel of his soft cheeks on mine, the downy hair the lightly covered his ass tackling my nose. I pushed my face in further, inhaling deeply and shuddered as the smell of sweat a faint whiff of shit sent my head into sensory overload.
Pulling my head back, I reached up, placing one hand on each cheek and slowly prised them apart. His hairless crack opened up, revealing a small, tight pucker. It was pinkish brown, though I didn't know if that was it's natural colour or whether he had had a shit and just not wiped properly. I intended to find out and lunged in, slipping my tongue right up his hole, causing him to gasp and shudder. I withdrew my tongue and licked all around his hole, tasting the faint residue of his shit, and loving it. So was he obviously, coz as I drove my tongue as deep into his hole as I could, he thrust his ass back into my face, pushing out slightly, opening up his sphincter. My tongue slipped further up and I shot backwards, almost falling off the seat.
Gabriel whipped around, concern spreading across his face. I sat there, stunned at what had happened, or rather what I had encountered. "What?" he asked, "Does it taste bad?"
"No," I stammered, "It tastes awesome. It's just, well, my tongue hit something hard up there, Babe. Like, a big turd." I was gobsmacked. I hadn't anticipated anything like this, but I think what shocked me even more was the way my cock was twitching, spilling pre-cum in great quantities. The realisation that I had touched his shit with my tongue was so horny I could hardly stand it.
He reddened, suddenly looking anywhere except at me, not noticing the hungry look I was giving him, and began to mutter apologies, moving to gather his clothes. I stood quickly, the blood rushing to my other head, and grabbed him by the shoulders, staring intently into his eyes, waiting for them to meet mine. He couldn't look me in the eye, so I took hold of his face, pressed my lips against his, sliding my tongue in his mouth and began to kiss him deeply.
I pulled away, staring intently at him, trying to gauge his reaction. He must have got the idea. His eyes were wide, glued on mine and he opened his mouth to say something, then stopped himself. His tongue darted out, swiping quickly across his lips and his gums, then once again, slower. The glint appeared in his eyes and he muttered, "Damn. Even my shit tastes good".
With a wink, I turned him around and pushed on his shoulders. He bent his knees slightly, resting his hands on them, bracing himself. I slip to the floor on my knees, sending another cloud of dust motes scrambling for refuge and held his cheeks apart. I heard him moan slightly and saw his puckered hole begin to push outwards. I wasted no time and driving my tongue back in there. Almost immediately, I felt a hard pressure as the tip began to push against something, He kept pushing, his turd pushing my tongue slowly back down his chute until I felt air on it again. I quickly pulled back to look and saw his delectable hole wrapped around the tip of a large, hard, dark brown turd. He crouched there for a moment, catching his breathed, then rasped, "Hungry? Coz dinner's up". His ass lips caressed the log of shit as it slowly snaked its way out of his hole. A small squirt of piss started to arc slowly out onto the floor in front of him. I needed it in my mouth and moved in, wrapping my lips around the end, feeling it slide further into my mouth, spreading my lips wide to accommodate it.
What seemed an eternity later, he gasped as his hole pinched shut, and he turned to see me crouched there, beating off furiously with half a six or seven inch turd hanging out of my mouth. He knelt in front of me, slowly leaning forward to take the other end in his mouth, while sliding his hand slowly up and down his hard cock. Pre-cum oozed from his piss slit, dripping from his sac onto the floor. His eyes scrunched up, and he moaned, I quickly moved my free hand under his crotch in time to feel another turned sliding out of his stretched hole, falling onto my palm.
Gabriel moaned heavily, his eyes closed, and bit down on his shit log as his cock erupted, cum flying through the air. The first couple of spurts landed on the end of the shit hanging out of my mouth as he rocked back, launching volley after volley of his cream across my chest, then my stomach and finally all over my cock and balls. I resisted the urge to shoot my load, tearing my hand away from my cock and using it to pull the now soggy turd from my mouth before turning it around and licking Gabriel's cum off the end of it as though it were an ice-cream.
As he caught his breath, The Archangel, rested back on his ankles, holding half of his turd in one hand while licking his cum off the other.
I leaned back, holding my cock in the air and said, "You need a ride?" He gave me that lascivious grin and scooted forward, positioning himself above me. My cock slid easily up his shit covered hole with a pleasant squelching sound. He kept sliding down until my pubes were pressed against his ass and his cum soaked balls rested on my torso. I brought the second turd he had shat into my hand around and began to massage it into his cock and pubes as he began to slide up and down my cock.
I knew I wouldn't last long. The feel of his ass gripping my cock as he clenched on his way up and down, the smell of his shit filling my nostrils, the feel of it as I rubbed it all over his still hard cock and the thought of what I was doing was driving me wild. Never had I imagined that shit and piss could be anything but waste.
As if reading my thoughts, Gabriel giggled, closing his eyes as he began to piss again. I leaned forward, burying my bone deep in his ass as my mouth searched for his cock. Piss splashed on my face and I followed the stream to its source. The taste of his shit and cum and the feel of his piss filling my mouth and flowing down my throat sent me over the edge and I blew so big and so hard I was scared Gabriel was going to end up plastered against the ceiling.
I lay back against the front of the armchair, almost in shock. My whole body was shaking. My cock kept twitching, making Gabriel shudder. His piss was slowing to a trickle just as mine began to flow, filling his pummelled ass to overflowing. I could feel my piss and cum leaking our around my softening cock onto the floor.
Gabriel started giggling and as soon as I finished pissing, he slid off me, scooting backwards. He spun round to face the wall a couple of metres away and lay on his back, holding his legs up with his hands. He turned and winked as a jet of piss, shit and cum shot out of his sloppy hole, coating the lower part of the wall and pooling on the floor.
We lay there for ages, not saying a word, just laughing now and then, muttering such profound words as "Fuck" and "Damn".
After about ten minutes, we got ourselves cleaned up as best we could and then headed for the river just past the last of the warehouses, swimming for a good half hour to clean ourselves thoroughly.
It was turning out to be one hell of a hit summer.
Well guys, there's part two -- sorry it took so long and thanks for all the feedback on the first instalment -- it was awesome. Keep it comin and I will try and get another chapter to you before too long. Feedback and also some suggestions of what you want in the next episode to wsluvver@yahoo.com
Cheers, dudes,
Kane Orson xx