Date: Fri, 22 Jan 1999 00:26:29 EST
From: MisterFlim@aol.com
Subject: These Modern Days (bi, high school)

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.

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