Disclaimer: This story contains depictions of male on male, graphic sexual interactions. The characters are highschool aged and sometimes have unsafe sex. ALWAYS USE A CONDOM! This is a complete work of fiction and any similarities to persons or events is purley coincidental. Enjoy the story and any feedback is welcome. -Gracen
Here are some pictures of what I think the characters look like:
Gunnar: http://www.martindelacroix.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/curly.jpg
Cameron: http://attheloft.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54ecca8b98833017d408c4c81970c-pi
Zack: http://www.underwearexpert.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/12/Rufskin-Chic-Sheer-Pauolo-Brief-White.jpg
Caroline: http://s463.photobucket.com/user/xxBlueButterflyxx/media/The%20Buaty%20in%20our%20breakdowns/PrettyGirl1.jpg.html
Lina: http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zrMEm44n3Zo/TFCWsMlBRII/AAAAAAAArTM/LasaYv2YuAQ/s400/1+a+pretty+girl2.jpg
Mr. Brian: http://www.homotrophy.com/images/2013/jan/dylan-rosser-gaytimes-magazine-2.jpg
CH 2
I moaned as Cameron lapped at my asshole. He stuck a finger in again before he stood up and put the head of his dick on my rosebud. He leaned in close so his chest was on my back. He placed his hands on my ribs and then slowly slid them down my stomach until his left hand was on my dick and the right hand was cupping my balls.
I felt his scruffy face rest on my shoulder before he seductively whispered into my ear, "Are you ready for me to be inside you?"
"Fuck, Cameron, I'm so ready for this. I want your big dick in my tight ass." His lips brushed against my skin and it made me shudder. Then Cameron kissed my neck twice before leaning back and pushing his dick forward.
The engorged mushroom head entered my hole and cause me to cry out a little. He pushed in a little deeper and let my ass get used to his girth.
"Gunnar, your ass is so tight," he panted, "You feel so good." Before I knew it he was balls deep in me and he began to thrust his hips in a circular motion, twisting his cock inside me, causing me to squirm.
"Fuck, Cam, this is amazing. One of these days I'm gonna show you."
"Maybe, someday." He fucked me slowly and gently until my hole was looser and then he picked up his pace. The sound of his wet balls slapping against my skin made my dick harder. I was about to grab hold and start jerking myself when Cameron's hand wrapped around my length and started pleasuring me.
"Christ, Cameron, you really know how to make a man feel good." Cameron pumped rapidly and soon I was blowing my load all over the shower wall. I moaned loudly as he emptied his load in my ass. Water ran over us and he pulled out. I turned around and wrapped my arms around his neck and we passionately made out. He massaged my tongue with his and groped my ass. I pulled away and smiled.
"We should probably actually get clean in here." So we soaped up and a few minutes later we were drying off in my room. Cameron dropped his towel and laid down on my bed as I finished drying off.
"So Chyan bitched at me for not calling her last night. She's all, `we never spend much time with each other anymore'."
"I'm sorry she's a sass."
"Yeah me too. I think she's jealous that I hung out with you after school yesterday instead of her."
"Duh, we are friends. She's crazy. She's just scared that you're gonna turn gay and wanna date me instead. Or I'm gonna, like, steal you from her," I sat down on the bed.
"You know we aren't gonna date right?" I turned and looked at him, "Yeah. I know."
"Listen, if you think you are starting to get feelings for me we need to stop this... arrangement we've been having."
"Cameron, I'm not gonna fall in love with you. I mean, you are really hot and you are amazing at sex. You have a rockin' body and a nice ass, but you are a horrible boyfriend. I'd never wanna date you."
"How am I a horrible boyfriend?"
"You flirt with other people right in front of Chyan. She's asked you not to but you still do it. Hell, you flirt with ME in front of her. That's really disrespectful. I mean, I'm not one to like that girl but I still know when someone is making a bad relationship for themselves. Besides, you are a cheater."
Cameron scoffed, "How am I a cheater?"
"Um... I don't know your definition of cheating but what we did in the shower like five minutes ago is definitely not fidelity."
"Sex with you isn't cheating, you have different plumbing."
"That's not how that works, Cameron." He came forward and sat behind me putting his legs on either side of me.
"Well okay, by your definition, I am a bad boyfriend. And as long as you don't fall for me, I wanna keep fucking you." He kissed my neck and ran his hands down my back and through my wet hair.
I stood up and kissed him on the lips before walking to my record player and putting my Fleetwood Mac vinyl on. I started it at "Rhiannon" and began swaying. I quickly put on some clothes as the music filled my room.
"Rhiannon rings like a bell through the night And wouldn't you love to love her? Takes to the sky like a bird in flight And who will be her lover?
All your life you've never seen a woman Taken by the wind Would you stay if she promised you heaven? Will you ever win?"
"C'mon, Cameron, dance with me!" I grabbed his manly hand and he stood up and we started twisting and swaying around the room with the music ran through us. My secret guilty pleasure has always been Stevie Nicks. Her voice was so mysterious and alluring. Her music ran through me and made me lose control.
Cameron laughed as I danced around. He pulled on his underwear and I grabbed him around the shoulders and he put his hands on my waist. We swayed slowly to the song as it played. I gazed into his eyes before leaning in and kissing him. He returned the kiss and pulled me closer. The song ended and the next one began and he pulled away.
"I... I should probably go." He put on his jeans and t-shirt and grabbed his coat, "Bye, Gunnar."
"Bye, Cameron." I sat down on my bed and Cameron left. I stood up and stopped the record player.
The next morning was Saturday and I put on some clothes I didn't mind getting dirty and I drove to Mr Brian's house. When I arrived I went to the door and knocked. He opened the door.
"Please come in, Gunnar!" He was wearing a tight white t-shirt and dark red sweatpants which clung to his perfect ass. I followed him in and he led me to the room where the mural was. It looked terrible.
"Ew. This is hideous. What is it even supposed to be?"
"Its supposed to be a forest so it goes with her fairytale theme..."
"No. We need to paint over all of this." He grabbed a paintbrush and we got to work right away.
"So who are you dating nowadays?" Mr. Brian asked with a smile.
"No one, I'm living the single life," I laughed.
"Thats strange, you are a catch."
Did I just hear that correctly? It sounded like he said I was a catch. I decided to brush it off and continued to paint.
"Well I'm not too worried about it I guess."
"How is school going for you? Besides my class. I know exactly how you arre doing in there."
"I'm doing well. A's and B's. How's work for you? Besides when I'm in class, I know exactly how that goes for you."
"Pretty well except for those disrespectful little pricks. And Della. I can't stand that woman... Don't tell her I said that."
"Duh, baby. Oh god, sorry. That's an inside joke."
"Tell it to me, ha-ha."
"My mom and her boyfriend like always call each other 'Baby' and they say 'Duh, Baby' all the time. It's really annoying."
"That's rediculous. Funny, but rediculous."
A few hours later Mr. Brian asked if I was hungry.
"Yes, yes I am."
"Grilled cheese and soup sound good?"
"Yeah, that does." We walked into the kitchen and I sat down at the bar and watched as Mr. Brian fixed the meal.
"Thanks again for asking me to help, Mr. Brian."
"Morgan, please. We aren't at school, you can call me by my first name."
"Okay, Morgan." We continued chatting until he place the food on the counter and sat down next to me. My leg brushed against his and he left it there. We ate and then we went back to paint a little more.
"If you want to shower before you go home, you can," Mr. Brian said, "I'm gonna go take one real quick." He pulled off his shirt revealing his chiseled body. I walked forward and pushed my lips on his.
He pulled back looking confused, "Gunnar, what the hell?"
"I'm sorry, I thought... Well come on Mr. Brian, you asked me to come to your house when your wife wasn't home, you just offered me a shower, AND you took your shirt off. What else is a gay man to think?"
"I'm your teacher."
"So you don't want to have sex with me?" He looked at me, his puzzled look beginning to fade. He smiled a little.
"Gunnar, this is wrong. If someone were to find out it could be hell for me. I'd lose my job."
"Why would anyone find out?" I asked. I peeled off my shirt and walked seductively toward him. Morgan began to step back but stopped. I placed a hand gently onto his pec. I closed the distance between our faces and kissed him. His lips quivered as he hesitated and then he kissed me back.
My hands groped his chest and biceps and he held my face in place. He pulled back.
"Gunnar, I just want you to know that this can only happen once and that it wont, like, change your grade in my class or anything. You'll still be expected to do your best."
"I know."
"And you aren't gonna hold this over me right?"
"Um?"
"I mean you aren't gonna-" I kissed him again he moaned into my mouth. I reached into his sweatpants and grabbed hold of his thick penis as it began to fill with blood. The warmth in my hand began to make me harden.
I stuck my tongue into Morgan's mouth and he grabbed me and picked me up. He carried me to his bedroom and shut the door behind us. He undid my pants and pulled them off along with my underwear.
Before I could say anything he had my dick in his mouth. He swallowed my length in minutes. He was bobbing up and down on my cock, saliva was dribbling down his chin as it slapped against my balls. His nose was bumping into my pelvis.
"Shit, Morgan! You're really good at this!" He pulled off and jerked my dick as he looked at me.
"Bet you never knew I swing both ways. I used to be a cock fiend in highschool. I sucked off the whole wrestling team once."
"Wow, you were a little slut."
"Yeah I was," he said as he smacked my ass. He wrapped his lips around my member and went to town. I watched as he started jerking himself. Then he stared fingering himself. He pushed me backwards onto the bed and grabbed some lube from the bedside table. He rubbed it onto my pole before mounting me.
"You ready, Collins?"
"You want me to fuck you?"
"That's right. I know you want that big dick inside this perfect ass. I see the way you watch me while I write on the white board."
"Oh, Morgan." He turned around and, with his back facing me, he sat down on my engorged penis. He moaned as his hole stretched around the thickness.
"God, this is great, Gunnar." He bucked forward and rode me as I molested his rounds ass cheeks. He turned to face me, biting his lip, and looked into my eyes as he rode me fast.
"This is so hot, Mr. Brian." I moaned as I watched his perfect body bounce up and down, causing pleasure to course through my whole body.
"Stroke your big dick, Morgan," I encouraged as he humped me. He rotated his body and was facing me now. I grabbed the giant mass between his muscular thighs and jerked it. He fucked himself excitedly and when I put my hand on his chest I could feel his heart racing.
I was about to cum and I was pretty sure he was too so I stopped him.
"Get off my dick and lay on your back." He did as I said and I stood up. I positioned myself at his entrance and put his left leg up on my shoulder. I grabbed his hands and held them above his head. I pushed in and started fucking his tight ass again. He arched his back as his cum blew out of his cock and landed all over his chest and face.
Seeing this caused me to orgasm and I shot rope after rope of cum into his ass. I collapsed on him and kissed his cheek. As my dick softened inside him I pulled out and stood.
"How about that shower?"