Unsatisfied with the current works available in the so-called "high school" genre, I decided I'd write something on my own with more modern characters. Unfortunately, libido has a tendency to get in the way of the brain, and so there's not too much of plot development yet. Unfinished, but soon to be expounded on, expect a series coming.
It's against the law to read this if you're under 18 or if it's illegal by other circumstances in your state or province. Of course. it's not like that's really gonna stop you, now is it? I know, I've been there too. Just don't come crying to me when heavily armed SWAT enforcers come busting down your door.
This story is a work of fiction, you gullible retard.
Everyone in this story is aged 15-18, and this story involves the following (in order): (m/m) (m/m/f) (m/mast) (m/f) (m/m/f) (m/f- unconc) (m/m) (m/m)
I'm MisterFlim@aol.com
THESE MODERN DAYS
Two boys frolicking on a sunny Friday afternoon.
Grant was, of course, unsure at first. Mostly of Seth's motives, secondly of his own. After all, he'd only known Seth for maybe two weeks, maybe a little more.
But still, Seth was so guileless now. Such a change from his usual coy nature that Grant seriously thought it was a joke. But apparently it was honest. Seth was here now -- that was all the proof he needed.
Besides. It wasn't every day you got an opportunity to get your cock sucked.
So Grant decided, what the hell. It'll be a new experience. He followed Seth around to the backside of the school, down the path to the dirty concreted indentation that the school called a "runoff river," although it was as far from a river as you could get, and back to a little clearing deep in the woods behind the school.
The clearing was very wide, almost looked manmade. The floor was flattened dirt with very little vegetation growing anywhere. Seth walked a ways across it, maybe six or seven feet, then turned to Grant.
"Are you ready?" Seth asked. Grant nodded, pulling off his dark sunglasses. He ran a hand over his short blonde hair. He folded them neatly and lay them aside a small pine tree that stood proudly at the edge of the clearing. He turned back towards Seth.
"Why are we doing this, anyway? I mean, you just decided you wanted my dick or something?" Grant asked. Seth shook his head.
"I donno. It's just..." Seth paused. "It's just something different. You know, I wanna try everything once." Grant nodded. "Besides, we're friends," Seth added, "and what are friends for?"
Seth crossed the dirt towards Grant, and placed his small hands on Grant's shoulders and pushed him down to the ground. Grant sat, his legs out in front of him. His dick had begun to grow in anticipation, and was halfway erect, hanging at an awkward angle down the left leg of his pants. He could feel it's warmth pulsing lazily against the side of his thigh.
Seth knelt low over Grant's legs and leaned towards the fly of his loose-fit jncos. "Let's see what we're dealing with, here," Grant heard Seth say as his head bent down and his small hands began to undo the buttons of Grant's fly. He neatly lay the denim flaps aside and looked down into the slit in Grant's red flannel boxers and at the base of his teenage dick. Seth could see the vein-lined, turgid shaft extending down the shadowy leg of Grant's boxers and out into his jeans.
Seth looked up and grinned at Grant. Seth reached out and stroked the snaky bulge down the leg of Grant's jncos. Grant smiled and grimaced at the same time, as his dick throbbed.
"Seth, that's really fuckin' uncomfortable, you afraid to touch it or something?" Grant asked, almost taunted.
"Yeah, whatever," Seth said. He understood how it was. He wasn't entirely comfortable either, his cock trapped inside his loose courdoroys.
Seth reached into Grant's jncos and down through the slit in his boxers, running his hand over the patch of dirty-blond pubic hair that ringed the base of Grant's dick and balls. He grabbed it full around the base and slowly brought the full length of Grant's now almost fully erect dick into the afternoon sun.
Grant grinned his white-toothed smile. "You like it?" Seth grinned at Grant, but said nothing.
He grasped Grant's cock tight in his hand and pulled the loose, hot skin up Grant's shaft and over his deep maroon-coloured cockhead. Again and again, until Grant's dick was up to it's full size and steaming hot in Seth's hand.
Grant's dick wasn't overly long, but it was massive. Seven inches long, and nearly two thick. It was circumsized, revealing the red, knobbish dickhead. It pulsed madly in Seth's small hand.
Grant, however, was certainly not the only one aroused. Seth's teenage dick was straining hopelessly in it's cloth prison. It had pushed its way out of his soft silk boxers and now pressed flush against the soft corduroy of his shorts. When he bent backward, the purple, blood gorged tip of his dick would slip out into the cool afternoon air. He longed now, now more than ever, to ram his pole into anything hot and accommodating. Thoughts of the long nights with Sarah filled Seth's mind, but he wished them away. Instead, he focused on Grant's throbbing cock.
Seth brought his face down level with the dully shining tip of Grant's dick, and breathed a warm sigh onto it. The shaft jumped as if it had been struck by lightning. Experimentally, Seth stuck out his long, pink tongue and licked the broad underside of Grant's wide shaft. Grant's dick bucked again, and Seth considered the taste of it to be a pleasant mix of sweat and cinnamon.
"God damn, stop fooling with it, Seth," Grant said in an almost pained tone of voice. Seth shrugged and went down on Grant's dick.
In one quick motion, Seth managed to get enough of Grant's dick into his mouth that the tip of it nearly bounced against the back of his wide, hot throat. Seth ignored the reflex to gag, and heard Grant sigh. Grant had his back arched off the ground, trying to force as much of his dick into Seth's mouth as possible.
Grant had never felt this good in his life. Four years of beating it didn't come close to comparing to the moist heat that attacked every nerve in his cock. His only wish were that he was in a better position to push his pole deeper into Seth's wide mouth.
Seth felt Grant's strong hands against the back of his head, pushing him down onto his pole. Seth opened his throat as best he could. He was almost startled to find that he didn't mind at all when Grant's cockhead hit the back of his throat. Seth held him there, snaking his tongue over and under Grant's broad cock. He savored the taste, the heat, the fullness that the boy's dick gave him. Seth suddenly felt something hot trickling down his throat.
Grant was about to come.
Seth pulled his head back, forcing against Grant's lithe, strong arms. He knew that Grant was close, so he began a quick bobbing motion, up and down over Grant's hot dick. Grant groaned loudly, and ran his hands over Seth's hair.
He felt another splash of precome smear across his tongue seconds before Grant moaned a long, low groan. A white-hot rope of come shot from the wicked red tip of Grant's dick and down Seth's open throat, quickly followed by another. Seth sucked as hard as he could as Grant's fat pole burst out it's seed. Warm semen poured out and over Seth's tongue and teeth, filling his mouth with the intense taste of boy before running down the back of his throat.
As soon as it had begun, now it was over. Or so Seth thought.
Grant thought differently.
A friend indeed.
Seth had leaned back now, just about the first time he'd changed position since they started. A silvery string of come was hanging from his lip. Grant was panting, trying hard to catch his breath, to think of something to say to Seth. He'd felt some fierce orgasms, but never like this. A thought crossed his mind, what if Seth did this to everyone. What the hell then? Just another dude in his repertoire?
The thought passed.
Grant's dck was still hanging in the air, semi-erect and pulsing feverishly, dripping a clear trickle of come down to the denim of his jncos.
Seth was shifting, about to stand up, when Grant caught his right should with one powerful arm.
"Wait," Grant said. "I can't just let ya leave. That'd be... unfair."
Seth grinned. "If that's how you like it..." Seth wasn't about to turn an offer like that down.
Seth was sitting back on his knees, and Grant could already see the royal purple tip of Seth's cock peeking from the top of the waist of his pants. Seth pulled down the zipper of his courdoroys and his dick fell to point out at a hundred degree angle, almost as if it were looking at Grant.
Seth's dick was about as long as Grant's, but not nearly as thick. With every heartbeat, it jumped as if of its own accord. Grant made an awkward lunge for Seth's cock, but Seth moved quickly out of the way. Grant fell to the dirt floor.
Grant looked up at Seth, who was smiling like a devil. "You fucker," Grant grinned. "You know you're gonna make me mess this shirt up." Seth already knew what was coming next.
Grant lifted an arm and gracefully lifted off his loose white Thieves t-shirt, revealing a well-defined, strongly muscled chest. It was a utopian blend of soft curves and hard angles crossed into a work of intense physical beauty. His whole body was well-toned from running track. Strong, round abdominals formed a beautiful lower torso, complimented by a lithe, lean pair of pectorals and shoulders. A thin line of light blond hair rain from his navel, down the middle of his V-shaped abdomen and into his red boxers. Grant chucked the shirt aside, unconcerned. Lust burnt bright in his clear blue eyes.
A female voice startled them, ringing clear through the bright afternoon day.
"Oh my god, what the fuck are you guys doing?"
The two boys froze, startled and stark-still. Suddenly, Grant flushed with realization and horrible recognition.
"Uhm... hi Elaine," he muttered, almost sub-audibly.
"Jee-zus CHRIST, Grant! What the fuck are you two doing? In the middle of the fucking day, right outside of mother-fucking SCHOOL? This is fucking illegal shit, man!" Elaine ranted in her usual superior tone.
"Yeah... uhm, well. Why are YOU out here?" Grant asked, trying to divert her attention.
Elaine paused, looking thoughtful for a moment. Seth, having finally gotten himself decently covered up, sized up the scarily familiar, yet unplacable, Elaine.
Elaine stood with one hand on her lusciously curved hip. She was wearing a seductively and flatteringly tight Blur ringer T, which perfectly defined her round, perfect breasts. The cool afternoon breeze had brought her nipples to a slight point and were visible through the thin fabric of her bra and T. The T only covered her beautiful half-asian skin down to right above her inconspicuously pierced navel, leaving her warm, soft skin exposed to the smooth tongue of the summer sun. She was wearing tight-legged 501s, which hung low on her sexy hips.
"Okay... so... here we are," said Elaine. "It looks like I'm the one with the upper hand." She grinned her Elaine grin.
Grant hesitated. Seth looked thoroughly embarrassed.
"Yeah...?"
"So? So!? Oh, don't play dumb, Grant. You know you want me," Elaine said, kicking at Grant. He moved quickly out of the way and grinned. Elaine didn't grin back.
"I'm serious, dipshit." Grant hesitated once again. Elaine looked genuinely pissed. "What, it's not like you don't want it. I saw the way you looked at me that year in Japanese. I saw It." She took another kick at him, catching him in the balls with her heavy dress heels.
Grant gasped, his dick jumped in the air. One hand went down to his balls, cradling them protectively. His face reddened in pain and anger.
"What the FUCK was that for, you stupid cunt?!" Grant screamed, his voice slightly higher than normal. His sight was blurred with pain and anger. "First you fucking just stroll in on us, then you kick me in the nuts just because you're so fucking HOT! Why the fuck are you even here?!"
Grant's vision cleared, and he realised that something was different. Elaine was missing something, namely her Blur shirt.
"So are you just gonna sit there and scream about stupid pointless shit, or are you gonna fuck me?"
Seth spoke up.
"Uhm, hey... since I'm here and all..."
Elaine cut him off. "You'll get your chance, boy." She smiled.
Seth shut up.
Elaine felt something hot and wet against her belly. Looking down, Elaine saw that Grant had his face pressed against her stomach with his tongue roaming across her soft skin, taking in the silky sensations of her curved stomach. He paused, playing his tongue over her navel ring. And then he went lower...
Grant felt for the buttons of Elaine's 501s with fevernumbed hands. He found them, and undid them fumblingly and quickly. With one severe tug, he pulled the 501s down off of Elaine's shapely thighs. She stepped out of her shoes, and so doing stepped out of her pants. She pushed herself towards Grant, giving him a faceful of sheer black satin. He willingly pushed back with his long, hot tongue, wetting the smooth, silky satin with his warm saliva. He could feel the firm outline of her lips through the thin fabric. Elaine moaned slightly. Grant felt her small hands on the back of his head. He grinned, and moved away slightly, leaving a string of saliva from his lips to her panties.
Grant stood up and slowly backed away, his unbuttoned pants falling lower on his thighs, almost falling off. He looked up at Elaine. She didn't look happy.
"Hey, what the hell do you think you're doing, Slave-Boy?" she demanded sternly. Grant grinned at her sadistically. She snarled and lunged at him, grabbing him by the back of the head and pulling his face into her cleavage. Grant smiled again, reaching around her smooth back to undo the clasp of her bra. Before he had a chance, though, Elaine had grabbed it by one strap and completely torn off the flimsy black brassiere, leaving her firm breasts to bounce freely. Elaine felt another pair of hands clutching her breasts from behinds, soft fingers rubbing over her already hard nipples. It was Seth.
Elaine had to admit to herself, even though he was young, Seth was very sexy. She had seen him around school but never knew his name. His hard, well-defined facial features and beautiful blue eyes were nearly perfect, and his small body was already smoothly muscled. Elaine smiled widely as she felt Seth's hard dick pressing against her ass. She could feel its strong heat through her panties. She felt fully aware of every inch and curve of its shape, pushing into her oversensitive skin.
Meanwhile, Grant was slowly licking the crotch of her satin panties, teasing the sensitive lips of her cunt. She grabbed the sides of her panties and slid them down slowly, allowing Grant full access to what she had to offer.
Almost immediately, Seth forced Elaine to her knees on the ground, and Grant followed her down. He buried himself in her crotch, his long tongue finally snaking into her wet cunt. Elaine could tell that Grant had no experience with women, but he quickly caught on and began to tease her most sensitive areas. Elaine was barely aware of Seth's cock brushing over her cheek, leaving a trail of sticky pre-come behind it. Seth balanced his cockhead against Elaine's round, red lips as she licked the shaft with her glistening tongue.
Elaine moaned as Grant's tongue continually brushed over her enlarged clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She rode the wave of pleasure that her newfound slave was giving her to glorious heights, enjoying the benifits of Grant's long tongue. Her cunt dripped juices onto his beautiful face. Yet suddenly, Grant's tongue disappeared from between her legs.
Elaine looked frantic, trying to find Grant's head and force him back onto herself, but he had disappeared from between her legs.
"No! You fucker, you can't leave me like this..." she cried.
But Elaine was worrying for nothing, for soon Seth had come around in front of her. She was pleased to see his angelic face over hers, playing the Romeo to her lust-filled Juliet. He pushed her down onto her back gently, and crawled over her, his dick sliding up her wet inner thighs towards her burning cunt. Elaine felt the hard, hot head of Seth's dick force its way into her dripping cunt and quickly thrust home. Seth smiled above her, lowering his lips to hers and locking them in a maddeningly sexy kiss. Seth slowly repositioned himself, matching his slow strokes to rub against Elaine's sensitive clit. She moaned quietly around Seth's tongue on each stroke. Elaine marveled at Seth's self-control, he kept his pace sensually slow, his hard penis felt like a rod of hot iron riding through every nerve in her body. Elaine's entire consciousness had become focused upon the building tension between her legs as Seth worked inside of her slower and better than anyone she had ever had.
Elaine felt herself go numb as an orgasm rushed through her body like a tidal wave of pleasure. She tensed and spasmed, every cell in her body engulfed in the blinding pleasure of orgasm as her cunt gushed warm honey over Seth's strong shaft and down her round thighs. It ran down the length of his pole and dripped over and off of his balls, matting his thick pubes to his luscious skin.
The warm juices slickening his already over-sensitive dick drove Seth insane, and he started thrusting harder and faster. He was drowning in the beauty of overstimulation, driven by insatiable teenage hormones and the beautiful girl he was pounding into. Elaine screamed now, a scream of pure ecstacy, as a second orgasm rushed through her body. Her cunt tightened, contracting around Seth's dick like a glove. Seth's feverish moan mingled in the air with Elaine's as his balls tensed and his long shaft sprayed Elaine's cunt with his hot come. Seth pushed himself forward, completely inside of Elaine's vagina, and shot burst after burst of burning white semen deep within her. Finally, Seth's body relaxed, and he lay atop Elaine, still deep within her.
One week later...
Smoke in the air.
So it was that the friendship evolved, in a rather... unnatural way, but evolved nonetheless. The next beautiful Friday rolled around, as did third period Japanese.
Grant walked into the classroom a few minutes early, dressed in jeans and his short-sleeved, very flattering LaCrosse uniform. He caught sight of Elaine talking to a female friend of hers, whom Grant recognized (after a bit of consideration) as Mary, a girl from his English class last year. He smiled at the two girls, and Elaine waved to him to come over. Mary smiled her traditionally sexy smile as Grant approached.
"Party at Mary's tonight?" Elaine smiled.
"Yeah, dad's out of town and my dumbfuck brother is gonna be off somewhere. So I don't really know you, but Elaine said you're cool..." Mary trailed off, still smiling. "She's right. You're pretty fuckin' hot." Elaine laughed, and punched Mary in the arm. Mary, turned to Elaine and pursed her lips into a beautifully pouty expression which Grant found endlessly arousing. He smiled uncomfortably, feeling his dick stir under his pants.
Resolve and self control, he thought repeatedly. Resolve and self control. He turned to walk back to his seat, but bumped into a short, dark-haired boy.
"Damn, sorry," Grant said, and looked down. "Oh! Hey Andrew."
Andy patted Grant on the shoulder and walked past him towards Mary. Grant turned around, but Andy and Mary were already deep in conversation. He walked to his seat, and got his things together for class.
"Grant!" Elaine shouted from across the room, right as the bell rang. "Bring a mutual friend, perhaps?" Grant smiled.
Seth gladly obliged, and in ten hours the three arrived at Mary's house. They were greeted at the door by Andrew.
"Oh?" Elaine said, grinning and cocking an eyebrow. "I thought this was an intimate gathering tonight."
"Well, it's just you and me and Mary... that's only five," Andrew said, stepping aside to let the three through the doorway. Andy was wearing his customary Metallica T-shirt and holding an open beer in one hand.
Two hours later, all the grass had been smoked, most of the beer was downed, and everyone lay in Mary's living room in a contented stupor watching Seinfeld. For a long while, no one said anything to break the mood. Until Elaine, always the instigator, said:
"So, why don't we do what we did last week?"
No one answered for a long time.
"What...?" Mary asked, looking at Elaine with blood-shot eyes.
Elaine just laughed, lowly. "Never mind I ever said it."
An hour later, everyone fell asleep, laying amidst the dim, smoke-shadowy room on various chairs and couches. Except Andrew. His strong system, long used to the sedative quality of weed, kept him awake and half-lucid. He coughed, readjusted himself on the couch and then readjusted his dick. He glanced around the room, eyes finally resting on Mary's voluptuous form. Somehow, her shirt had come undone, and hung low on her forearms. Through the black lace of her rather revealing lingerie, Andy could see the soft form of her curvaceous breasts, rising and falling in time with her breathing. Andrew felt his hand drift, almost unconsciously to his dick once again, squeezing it gently between the rough fabric of his loose-fitted jeans. He felt the length of his flesh begin to harden and grow and half-smiled at no one. He stroked across his organ, feeling its shape defining from underneath his jeans.
Suddenly, the realization of what he was doing (and moreso of where he was doing it) penetrated Andrew's smoke-eaten brain. He stuck his hand into a pocket and glanced nervously about the room. No one was awake except him, though. He gave a thankful sigh, and threw his legs up on the couch, positioning himself so he was facing Mary full-on.
Andrew unbuttoned his fly and brought out his sturdy, still-erect cock. He looked at Mary as she shifted in her sleep, shirt falling lower on her shoulders and could feel the blood rush through his shaft. Andrew's dick wasn't spectacularly lengthy, only six inches long, but it was full and thick, giving off the impression of power and sturdiness.
Setting himself to a good pace, Andy stared half-lidded at Mary, slowly pulling over the heavy mass of his sensitive organ with one hand, cradling his swollen balls in the other. The knowledge that he was masturbating in the middle of Mary's house; hell, right in front of her face, aroused him endlessly. A thin, clear spurt of precome dripped from the tight slit of his dick, wetting his fingers and dripping onto the fabric of Mary's couch that lay between his open legs.
"Oh Jesus fuckin' christ, don't get anything on my dad's couch!"
Andrew stopped in mid-stroke, looking up with wide, startled eyes. Mary smiled at him from the chair. He gave a startled laugh, and looked around the room. Everyone was still asleep.
"So? What'cha waiting for... you need some encouragement?" Mary asked and smiled widely. She quickly reached behind her back, undoing the clasp of her bra and slithered out of the lingerie. Her breasts were exposed to Andrew, a sinful secret show between the two of them. Mary began to lean forward.
"How cute," she grinned devilishly. "Can I touch it?"
Andrew gave a croaky, throaty gasp as he felt Mary's hand close around his shaft, just above his own hand. He could feel his balls clench and tighten, drawing up close to the base of his shaft of their own volition as come surged up the length of his thick shaft. Even before the first spasms set in, a great gout of sperm leaked from the tip of his cock and poured over Mary's hand. Then, a large shot of semen flew from the slit, arcing through the air and landing on Mary's arm. It was followed by four or five more gut-shaking blasts of seed, each punctuated by a tiny, shuddering moan from Andrew.
Mary looked disappointed. "Ohhh, what a waste.... oh well. I guess your fingertips will have to do, huh? Heh... don't worry about cleaning up. I'm on the pill."
Andy smiled, rubbing his own warm come between his fingers as lubrication as Mary stood and pulled off her tight jeans and black underpants; she then climbed over Andy's lap. She smiled at the feeling of his fingers penetrating her, rubbing against the sensitive, distended lips of her quickly wetting pussy. She moaned as the cum-slicked smoothness of his fingertips danced across the sensitive walls of her vulva, seeking out her sweetest spots and rubbing insistently against her. Mary groaned and lowered herself onto Andy's fingers and smiled as they slid deeper into her and his knuckles slammed against her hot labia.
"Mmmmph... good god..." Mary muttered, grinding up against the top of Andrew's fist. "Rub... rub there..."
Andrew did as he was told, knowing that Mary would know what she liked better than he. He could swear that he could feel Mary's cunt tightening around his wriggling fingers, getting hotter and hotter, burning like the passion in Mary's eyes and devilish smile. She was riding him, using him like a toy. Constant. Hard and fast. Mary moaned louder and louder, almost to the chagrin of Andrew -- it was nearly loud enough to wake the others. But it was too erotic to be embarrassing, too emotionally, sexually charged to be embarrassing, even when Seth appeared, standing slowly and taking in this new turn of events.
"Is this just a private party, or do you mind if I join you all?" asked Seth, unabashed at the circumstances presented.
Mary looked surprised, elated. Her devil-grin widened and she stopped her motions for a moment, turning to look at Seth. "You gotta dick, boy?" she asked.
Seth grinned at her, nearly matching her traditional devil-grin for intensity and sexiness. He rubbed slowly over the crotch of his jeans. "I guess I'll let you judge that."
Mary lifted herself off of Andy's still-moving fingers in a smooth, fluid motion and turned towards Seth. She was a sight to behold, wearing nothing but an open flannel shirt which did absolutely nothing to conceal her beautiful breasts. She was as horny as she was sexy. Wet. Positively dripping. Emotions surged around the room, and Seth was hard before he could even undo his pants.
They came off quickly, revealing his manhood -- solidly facing the sky -- and leaving it standing in the dark like a lone soldier. But not for very long, as Mary lowered her head towards him, her long brown hair falling over it and teasingly tickling his nerves. Seth shuddered as he felt the warm wetness of her mouth draw him in. A mumbled "Oh Jesus" escaped his lips as hers wrapped around his dick. She stroked the sensitive tip of his manhood with her tongue, long and slow and luxurious.
Two small hands gripped Mary's full hips. Andrew, coming back for more. The intense fingerfuck he had given Mary was enough stimulation to get him hard again. And he was always horny. Always. It's the nature of boys. Andrew smiled, thinking obscene thoughts as his cock slid silkily into Mary's satin cunt. Mary moaned around a mouthful of Seth, who was doing a bit of moaning of his own.
Seth moaned louder, squirming on his feet as his testicles tightened up against the base of his shaft and pumped their precious load up the length of his cock, only to spurt into Mary's mouth. Mary held Seth by his hips, keeping him still through the whole of his ravishing orgasm. No place to expend the energy from, it all surged through his body at once, a nearly overpowering sensation so strong that as it ended, Seth didn't realize that Mary was pulling him down to face level with her, as Andrew slowly fucked her from behind.
Mary forced her lips against Seth's, pushing her tongue -- still slicked with his cum -- into Seth's mouth. The taste surprised Seth back to reality, and he almost gagged at the bitter taste, but found he would have to quickly learn to deal with it. Mary opened her mouth wide against his lips, letting the entirety of Seth's wad flow over his tongue and teeth, down towards his throat. And he swallowed.
Warm heat exploded inside of Mary as Andrew grunted behind her, thrusting forward hard enough to know Mary forward on her knees and down, so her face was pressed into Seth's warm crotch and soft pubes. She laughed aloud, nuzzling his balls with her nose. Seth giggled too. The energy of her orgasm set in, and Mary found it impossible to stop laughing. She grabbed the carpet, holding on as Andrew continued to ride through her. Through the haze of orgasm, all she could feel was his strong cock cutting through her constricting, tightening vagina. But then, his strokes slowed, and he pulled her back against him with strong arms. She felt his testicles slap against her hot skin as she totally engulfed his cock. Now she was the one being used, rough-ridden and ragged. She felt lightning-bolts of hot semen flying deep within herself, and she knew that he was done, as wasted as she was.
The three collapsed atop each other in a heap of flushed teenager.
Not A Mutual Thing
"Impressive, you guys," said Grant, raising his head on one shoulder to look at the exhausted group laying mere feet from him. "You could'a woke me up, though..."
"At least you woke up eventually," Mary said, nodding in the direction of Elaine. Elaine was still quite asleep, stretched out in front of the TV. She drooled, her chest rising slowly with every quiet breath.
Grant's eyes sparked with a hidden, lusty fire. He looked over Elaine's fine shape, then back at the trio still pretzeled near the couch. Mary caught on immediately.
"Oh no, Grant. Bad idea. Bad fuckin' idea, man," she warned, but made no effort to rise from the dogpile she had been entangled in.
Grant, of course, ignored her warnings, crawling slowly over Elaine and lowering his body onto hers. His strong, flat chest pressed against the warm softness of her breasts, making Elaine mumble in her sleep. Her head rolled to the left a bit. Grant leaned back on his knees, undoing his belt and pants.
Mary protested again, but Grant ignored her and moved onto the fly of Elaine's tight velvet pants. He slowly moved backward, dragging the pants off of her beautiful, creamy-white legs. Then he moved back up, repeating the process with her black panties -- similar to the ones she had been wearing last week. The process repeated again, this time for Grant himself, leaving him standing naked in the cold blue light of the TV. The light outlined and accented the sharp lines of his fine chest, tracing over his musculature in soft blue hues. Grant lowered himself over Elaine again, rubbing his dangling cock against her soft legs, creating a glorious warm friction between the sensitive skin. Grant's dick rose slowly, sleepily, flushing with blood and hardening against Elaine's yielding skin. He dragged himself up her body, cock poised and pointing towards her cunt. With a quick, smooth motion, Grant made a single lunge forward and buried his dick to the base inside of her. Elaine moaned, her head thrashed back in her sleep. She smiled widely, but her eyes never opened.
"Oh my god, you are such a fucking bastard!" said Seth, rather loudly. Mary simply shook her head. Andy was asleep.
But Grant ignored them. He was lost, his world once again full of sexual fireworks. He did not thrust, not even make the slightest movement, but lay there atop of Elaine, dick fiery and throbbing inside of her moist, accommodating snatch. His eyes were glazed and half-lidded, and a stupid smile spread across his face. Grant began a slow, grinding motion with his hips, moving his cock ever-so-slightly within Elaine. The smooth skin inside of Elaine stretched and yielded, conforming to the heavy contours of Grant's penis. Still, she did not wake. Grant barely noticed when the base of his shaft began to tingle as a large volume of come began it's laborious journey up the length of his shaft. Oversensitive, grinding against the plush heat of Elaine's core; precome dripped copiously from the head of Grant's cock, induced by the soon-coming orgasm. But Grant held it back with his smooth, slow grinding; he refused to go quickly, refused to give in to the energy surging through his muscles. A huge bust of semen spilled from the tip of his cock, which lay buried deep within Elaine, filling her with warmth. Second, third and fourth, repeat performances of the first shot echoed through his system and into Elaine; Grant moaned.
Elaine's eyelids flew open, and she saw Grant laboring above her, his eyes closed in ecstasy. She realized exactly what was going on. Her features immediately hardened, and she threw herself up against Grant, knocking him onto his side so that she was in the dominant position. She leaned back on him, far enough to make his cock ache from the harsh angle. And then she punched him. Hard. And then again.
Grant yelped a gurgling "Ouch!" as a flurry of Elaine rained down on his face and chest. "You stupid fuck! What the hell did you think you were doing!" she screamed at him. He could do nothing but take it.
Finally, Mary appeared, standing over them. An angel for Grant's salvation. She grabbed Elaine and lifted her up, pulling Grant's dick into yet another painful contortion. It slipped out of Elaine amidst a rain of semen which landed on his balls, coating them in warmth. Grant sat up slowly, his face and chest aching from the blows.
A restless half-hour passed, as Grant dragged himself upstairs to Mary's room to get some sleep. Elaine stayed downstairs, pouting and angry over the ordeal. She and Mary had a talk, not noticing that Seth had long-since disappeared. Andrew slumbered away on the carpet, still half-naked and covered in his own fluids.
Revenge in the End
Seth silently closed the door to Mary's room behind him. In the faint light provided by the stray moonbeams coming in through Mary's window, Seth could see the outline of Grant's body. He had never bothered to put his pants back on, and was clad only in his customary red boxers. Seth grinned. It just makes the whole thing easier.
Seth hoisted himself up on the mattress of Mary's four-poster, crawling in between Grant's legs. Seth -- following the lead provided earlier by Grant -- slowly dragged the shorts off of Grant, pulling them down his legs and over his feet. Seth pushed his cock through the slit in the front of his boxers, slowly jacking himself off, getting to full erection. Then he paused, reaching down over the bed for the bottle of corn oil he had found in Mary's kitchen. Surely it was crude, but it would have to do. He poured the cool, fluid into his hand, accidentally dripping it onto the sheets of Mary's bed. Oh well, sex is messy. He rubbed the oil over his dick, giving it a very sexy wet-polished look and making it shine in dully in the moonlight streaming in through the window. He had never considered himself much to look at, but Seth was surprised to find himself feeling even more aroused as he stared at his own cock.
But it was time for action. Seth scrunched down, forcing himself under Grant's heavy legs, then lifting them on his shoulders. Grant began to stir, and Seth realized he had no time... he had to make his move now. So he did. With a quick, flluid thrust, Seth buried his dick just as Grant had before. But this time, he buried his in Grant's tight arsehole.
Grant screamed. Grant screamed very, very loud and very, very long. And rising up through his scream was Seth's high-pitched laugh. Revenge. Not for himself, of course, but for Elaine. Seth laughed louder. It was a big, bloody, cum-stained, sadistic game that they played. He quickly rode in and out of Grant, fucking him hard and hurried. Seth admitted to himself that he really had never thought of butt-fucking as a very attractive notion, but it sure as hell was working wonders on him now. Hotter than any cunt he'd fucked, but less moist. And much, much tighter. From his vantage, Seth could watch -- and did watch, quite intrigued -- his rigid pole pistoning in and out of Grant's arse. He noticed a dark smear across the top of his dick when he pulled it out far enough. He felt repulsed at the thought that perhaps he had gotten Grant's shit on his penis, but at the same time perversely enjoyed the thought.
Grant, however, was not enjoying himself. He felt helpless, dominated. Something in the pit of his stomach was tearing at him, his proud cock had shrunk itself down to nothing and tried to hide inside of him. Pain tore through his lower body and rectum as Seth ripped through his arse. He silently prayed for a miracle.
Seth felt like he was in the middle of a miracle. He thrust forward suddenly and abruptly, burying himself inside of Grant totally. Grant whimpered as Seth crawled upwards to look Grant in the face.
"You like being on this side of it, huh? You like being the bitch?" Seth smiled sadistically down upon him. Grant felt a burning liquid rushing through his system, into what he assumed was his colon. Scaldingly hot, unbearably hot. Seth blew his second shots of the evening deep inside of Grant's arse.
The orgasm passed, but Seth left his softening dick inside of Grant. "Now you know how it feels, huh?" he said.
He slowly slid his penis out of Grant's hole, and it was followed by a gushing mix of semen and something dark siphoning out of Grant's lower intestines. Grant whimpered again as his legs hit the bed. He dare not move.
Seth inspected himself, wiping whatever it was off of his penis with Mary's bedsheets. The light flickered on. Mary and Elaine were standing in the doorway, staring at Seth. He shielded his eyes against the light. Looking down at himself and realizing that the dark brown stains had actually been blood. He gave another sadistic smile at the thought.
Elaine's smile even outdid Seth's.
Prison Sex
She was down on her, just for him. Seth grinned, pulling off his jeans and looking down at Julie. She ran her hand over the inside of his thigh lightly, as he dropped his pants.
"We--We have to be kinda quick about this, so I'll skip the formalities," Julie breathed, barely more than a whisper. Seth nodded, smiling,as he pulled his hardening cock out through the slit in his boxers with one hot hand. As soon as the head appeared, Julie took to it.
She licked slowly over the underside of his shaft as it slowly swelled and lengthened, then over the top, her read hair dangling and tickling at his most sensitive nerves. Seth stifled a moan.
Julie wanted Seth, wanted so much more than to just give him a quick blowjob, but there was no time. She was kneeling on the dirty tile floor of the girl's bathroom in the middle of the fucking school. The heat against her lips and the smooth skin rubbing underneath her tongue was enough to make her wet with excitement. So much anticipation, and such little privacy. She stopped a frown by taking the purple head of Seth's cock into her mouth.
Seth leaned against the wall of the toilet's stall for support as he felt his knees going weak from the sensation. He ran his hand through Julie's hair, stroked her cheeks as she sucked and nibbled on the tip of his manhood. Looking down, Seth watched as Julie bobbed slowly on his tool, notably fascinated with the slick wetness of his shaft pistoning in and out of her warm and welcoming mouth.
Julie could hear the door opening. She furrowed her brow and pulled back on Seth's pole, but his strong hand held her in place.
"Wait," he whispered, nearly inaudibly.
Almost immediately after he spoke, a great gush of come spilled from the his dick, filling Julie's mouth and rushing over her tongue. She swallowed his sweetness as it came, in rapid bursts of pure boy.
As Seth's hold released, he pulled himself from her mouth and Julie breathed deeply, almost panting with a paradoxical mix of burning lust and semi-satisfaction. There was no time to dwell on ambivalence though, as their stall door opened slowly.
Mary peeked in.
"I knew it was you guys! I just knew it... Dr. Miller is looking for you two, better hurry up about it, eh?" Mary smiled and shut the door.
Seth and Julie nodded at each other and smiled. Another boring day at school.
Confusedirection
"I'm gonna go wash up a minute," Seth said, leaning over and kissing Julie's forehead. She smiled, nodding up at him as he buttoned the fly of his pants and turned to leave.
Seth pushed open the door of the boy's restroom to see Joel and Casey inside, bantering about the latest idiocy and outrage at school. Seth smiled and nodded at the two, washing his hands.
"What'cha up to, Seth?" Joel asked, -Seth smiled.
"Same old, same old," he replied.
"How's Julie?" Joel asked.
"Heh, just... mind-blowing. Among other things." Casey fidgeted. Seth smiled, dried his hands quickly, and left the bathroom without a goodbye.
"I swear, man," Casey finally said, sure that Seth was out of earshot. "He's a freakin' ball of hormones ever since he's been with Julie."
"Like he wasn't before?" Joel turned to grin at Casey before approaching the urinal and unzipping his jncos. Casey walked up to the urinal beside Joel's and followed suit.
"Well, you know what I mean. He's kinda sex-oriented recently," Casey said, fishing his dick from the slit of his boxers.
"Who isn't?" Joel asked, chuckling darkly. Casey smiled and laughed, a bit forcedly. He cleared his throat and was quiet. Without warning, Casey began to realize that his eyes were wanderig towards Joel, towards the dick in Joel's hand. Casey glanced over the soft, full length of Joel's dick, noticing the slight bit of exposed pink tip where Joel had pulled back the skin to piss.
Joel noticed, looking up at Casey suddenly. Casey stood slackjawed as an expression of pure embarrassment began to catch across his boyish features. Joel just grinned.
"Hey, don't worry 'bout it," Joel said, garnering considerable relief from Casey. "Heh, not too bad yourself, you know." The awkwardness returned to Casey's face, and he quickly pushed his penis back into his pants and zipped them up, turned and began to wash his hands.
"Hey, wait," Joel said, turning to follow Casey. "Don't take that wrong or anything... I mean..." No reaction from Casey. Joel sighed. "We still on for tonight?"
"...yeah, I guess," Casey replied after a slight hesitation. Joel stared at Casey with regretful eyes for a split second, then nodded and left. Casey sighed.
"Look, about earlier," Casey said.
"Oh, I'm so sorry man," Joel began to apologize.
"No, no, no need to apologize," Casey interrupted. "I've... I've thought about what it meant, you know? The whole deal?"
"Uh, I hadn't really thought of it," Joel lied.
"Well... I think I like it," Casey said, smiling slightly. Joel grinned widely.
"Well fuckin' a, man!" Joel said excitedly. "Let's see what we can do about this situation, eh?"
Joel immediately slid himself off the couch, kneeling in front of Casey's half-spread legs. He reached out, stroking the rough denim that stretched loosely between Casey's thin legs. Panicking, Casey quickly slapped his hand down on top of Joel's, holding it still.
"No, wait..." Casey started, but Joel looked up at him with such disparaging eyes that Casey halted in midsentence. Casey's expression didn't get past Joel. He smiled up at Casey with the lustiest eyes to ever grace the counteanance of a boy. It was tangible, tendrils licking at Casey's dick and probing in his mouth, running over his shoulders and strokinghis back and chest. The anticipation of things to come shot life into his cock, making it swell and harden in record speeds. Casey stremgthened his grip on Joel's large hand, guiding it up his own leg and rubbed it over his concealed penis. He let it remain there, resting on his iron-hard shaft, squeezing Joel's hand around its girth in pulses.
Finally, Joel said, "Come on... time for something more." Joel pulled his hands away and begain to undo the fly of Casey's jeans. As Joel's fingers slid Casey's zipper down, a hand once more closed over his own.
"Joel, look- you don't have to do anythiing you don't want to, you know," Casey said.
Joel looked up. "Hey, man. If I didn't wanna be doing this, would I really be stroking your pants like a housecat?" He laughed slightly, pushing a hand into the opening of Casey's pants and boxers and grabbing the hot flesh therein. Joel pulled Casey's iron cock free of its boxer prison. Joel clenched his fist firm around the Casey's shaft, bringing his head in close to Casey's crotch and leaving his wet lips millimetres from the manhood in his hand.
Casey shuddered visibly as Joel's moist breath danced subtly across his sensitive nerves. Before he knew, Joel's lips were wrapped around the head of his cock, nursing wetly on him like a hungry calf. The sensations pushed Casey to a level he'd never known before; he felt like every nerve in his body was concentrating itself in his dick. His dick was solid and heavy, fuller and thicker than it had ever been before.
Joel's free hand was inside of Casey's boxers, cupping his smooth balls, squeezing and kneading them gently in his large, warm hand. Joel could feel the thick vein of Casey's shaft pulsing steadily against his palm. His jaw was getting tired, but Joel couldn't bring himself to stop. Casey was squirming delightfully beneath him, and Joel could taste the first clean jets of precome mixing with the salty, sweaty taste of Casey's flesh in his mouth.
Casey stopped thinking, his mind clear but for the pleasure that ran electric through his veins. His cock was dripping precome almost constantly, incomparable to anything he had felt before. His balls tightened against the base of his cock, clenching almost painfully against Joel's tight hands. Casey flinched, leaning up against Joel's fist and suckling mouth. Casey gasped audibly. Come jetted from him, spraying Joel's tongue and throat. Joel swallowed, Casey's seed sliding slimily down the back of his throat. For every spurt he could swallow, Casey filled his mouth again; silver-grey streams appeared at the corner of Joel's mouth.
Casey relaxed noticeably, going slack against the couch. The head of his cock slid slickly from Joel's mouth, drawing a silver string of semen behind it. Casey panted. Joel still clenched Casey's cock tight in his right hand, idly watching the sperm ooze over his fist. Casey opened his eyes and smled down at Joel.
"Guess it's your turn now, huh?" said Casey. For the first time that evening, Joel looked uncomfortable.
"Well, errrh... you don't have to worry about me," Joel said, standing up. Casey could see the clear definition of Joel's hard penis, even through Joel's baggy cords. A dark spot striped a wet arc across the material... matters needed to be taken care of.
That's it for now... expect matters to be taken care of later! That is, if I get any response at all on this... so get the e-mails rollin' in. MisterFlim@aol.com