Date: Fri, 5 Mar 1999 23:34:08 EST
From: MisterFlim@aol.com
Subject: These Modern Days 2

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 16-18, and this story involves the following
(in order): (m/f) (m/m) (m/m)

I'm MisterFlim@aol.com


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 cords.  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.

	School passed slower than usual, minutes seemingly ticking
backwards rather than forwards.  Finally, Casey's final hour class rolled
around- Digital Electronics, a blow-off practical arts class if there ever
was one.  Casey took his seat between Seth and their mutual friend, Kyle.
	"Hey Case," Seth said, nonchalantly.  "What's up?"
	"Your dick, as usual," Casey muttered.  He had too much on his mind
to be polite.
	"Damn.  Fiesty today, huh?  That's unusual," Kyle said.  Seth just
laughed.
	"Yeah, well... Mrs. Harris's class sucked," Casey lied.
	"Well is that any reason to flat-out insult your closest friends?"
Seth asked, mocking indignance.  Casey turned towards him.
	"Look, I'm sorry," Casey began.  Seth laughed again, as did Kyle.
	"Aw, fer Christ's sake... just lighten up a bit.  You're such a
tightass all the time.  Heh, don't get me wrong, Casey," Seth said.  "It's
just you need to take it down a step, man.  Loosen up.  Get a girl or
something."
	"Yeah, whatever," Casey said, distracting himself with a stack of
papers.
	:"Seriously, though.  Think about it, man.  You know how happy Seth
and Julie have been recently," Kyle said.  "It's not a bad idea."
	"I know, if it were really that easy," said Casey.
	"Oh, come on.  You know that Martina's got it on for you," said
Seth, seriously.  "Besides, you're damn cute, mister."  Kyle laughed.  Seth
grinned at Casey.
	"Ah, jeez..." Casey said, laughing.  He shook his head.
	"Heh, well... that's what Joel said."
	"What?"
	"Nothing..."
	"Joel said I'm cute?"
	"Yeah.  You should be flattered.  I mean, a cute boy like Joel
saying things like that about you.  Heh heh, downright flattered."
	"I guess," Casey sighed.
	'I don't guess," Seth smiled sexily.  "I know.  Now honestly..."
	"Do you think Joel's got it on for me?" Casey asked abruptly.
	Seth was quiet for a moment, thinking.  "Well," he finally said,
"Lemme put it this way.  If he does, you've gotta be something special.  I
mean, Joel isn't the type who just capriciously lets everyone know how he
feels... especially about things like this."
	"Yeah, but... Joel's gay?"
	"Ah, jeez, you gotta bring all that shit up?"
	"Well, I mean... not gay, he's with Mindy and all..."
	"Look, don't worry about shit like that.  Joel keeps stuff quiet.
You know him."
	Casey nodded uneasily.
	"Well?" Seth looked at Casey expectantly.
	"You seem to know quite a bit about this, Seth," Casey ventured.
	"Heh, of course he does," Kyle said, turning.  "Don't you know?"
	"Oh, you don't?"  Seth looked surprised.
	"No one ever told me about anything..." Casey looked confused.
	"Well, Joel does keep things quiet, like I said."
	"Apparently so..."
	"Well, do you wanna hear the story or not?" Seth seemed anxious to
tell his share.  Kyle smiled.
	"I guess..."  Casey pushed his chair around to face Seth...

Reminiscence

	"So... you and Julie are getting pretty serious, huh?"  Joel asked,
laying back against the cool black leather of the sofa.  The hot August air
had even pervaded the usually cool living room of Seth's house.  Sweat
clung to Joel's back, sticking his t-shirt against its defined curvature.
	"You could say that," Seth answered in his usual, guileful way.  He
had opened the front of his blue button-down shirt, exposing the white
undershirt beneath.
	"Jesus, it's hot.  Isn't there anything you can do about it?" Joel
bitched.
	"The damn air conditioner is fucked, I dunno what's wrong with it.
My mom's gonna have someone come look at it.  I can't believe it.  She can
decorate this whole damn house with her tacky deco art shit, but can't even
get the freaking air conditioner replaced," Seth's complaint was a common
one from him.
	"Shit.  Man, me and Mindy.. I just dunno where we're going," Joel
said.  "I mean, we've been together for a while now.  Seems like nothing's
happening."
	"Hmm.  You fucked her yet?" Seth asked, non-chalant.
	"Christ, Seth," Joel bordered on being offended, but calmed.  "Nah,
we haven't had sex.  I should of expected that you'd ask me something like
that."
	"Heh, shit.  Any action at all?"  Seth pulled off his shirt
entirely.  His undershirt clung sweatily to his young body, the outlines of
his lithe muscle showing through.
	"Nothing serious... what about you and Julie?  You two had sex
yet?"
	"Nah... she gives some damn good head, though."
	Joel couldn't help but laugh.  Seth laughed too.
	"What?" Seth asked.  "Don't believe me?  Heh, come on... I'll show
ya how she does it."
	Joel stopped laughing, and sat up.  "What'd you say?" he asked,
laughter still lingering in his voice.
	"I said I'll show ya," Seth had crossed the floor to where Joel lay
on the sofa.
	"Heh, what do you mean?" Joel seemed genuinely confused for the
moment.
	"This is what I mean, dipshit."  Seth kneeled by the couch, one
hand resting on Joel's crotch and the other seeking Joel's belt buckle.
	"Whoa, hold on..." Joel said, unnerved.  Things were going just a
little too fast for him to handle.  Five minutes ago they were talking
about girlfriends, now Seth had his hands reaching into his boxers, and....
	Joel's head cleared as Seth's hand began to rub over Joel's clothed
cock.  A hand pushed up Joel's MxPx shirt, exposing the beautiful olive-tan
of Joel's moderately built chest.  His qualms quieted themselves as the
familiar warmth of arousal began to set in his system.  Seth's hand had his
belt and the loose waist of his jeans open, and were seeking entry to his
boxers.
	Seth ran his hand over Joel's soft pubes, feeling for the base of
Joel's cock... and soon finding it.  Seth ran his fingers along the length
of Joel's still-hidden cock, inwardly marveling at its already impressive
length.  Seth brushed across the loose tip of Joel's foreskin and ventured
a finger inside, tickling the sensitive head.  Joel's whole body tensed,
his cock trembled slightly.
	A second hand clenched around Seth's, guiding it to push Joel's
dick through the slit in his boxers and the now-open fly of his pants.
Seth looked up at Joel and smiled.
	"A little eager, eh Joel?"
	"Well.. you've gotta finish what you've started."
	Seth didn't answer, he simply stared at the hardening organ that he
held.  It stared back with a single lazy eye.  Joel's dick was much bigger
than his own, bigger than Grant's or Andy's, too, as Seth would later find
out.  At least eight, Seth guessed, maybe even eight and a half.  Seth
paused, half-panicking.  He didn't really know what to do.  But Joel's
voice repeated in his head....
	"Well, you've gotta finish..."
	"Oh jesus, Joel... heh, I never knew that you were half horse,"
Seth breathed, wrapping his other hand around Joel's penis above his left.
It was hot, radiating even in the stifling summer air.  It glistened with
sweat, as did Joel's face and strong arms.  He watched Seth at work,
propped up on a shoulder.
	"Well come on, don't just look at it.  You're the one who just went
digging in my pants, man.  I figure you've got some sort of intentions,"
Joel said, almost tauntingly.
	Seth frowned poutily, giving Joel's cock a slow stroke.  He didn't
need Joel to give him any attitude, that was for sure.  He'd show Joel just
how much he knew (which was, admittedly, very little.)  He leaned close
over Joel's crotch, lightly kissing the purplish tip of Joel's impressive
shaft.  Seth opened his soft lips and licked the sensitive head wetly,
washing Joel's manhood in sticky saliva.  Seth pulled against Joel's loose
foreskin, exposing the dark, firmly defined ridge of his head and licked
the underside in long, deliberately drenching strokes.  Slimy streams of
Seth's spit ran down the expanse of Joel's shaft in glistening rivulets,
clinging to the firm veins and tracing reflective figures in the bright
summer sun.
	Joel lay back flat against the coach, and motioned with one hand
for Seth to stop a moment.  Seth relectantly dragged himself away from
Joel's manhood.
	"Seth, get up here... turn around and get up here," Joel said, his
voice hoarse with lust.
	Seth simply nodded, unbuckling his own belt and dropping his loose
shorts.  His cock hung free from the slit of his boxers and pointed
skyward.  He climbed over Joel's prostate body, positioning his mouth over
the intimidating length of Joel's organ.
	Content with his better vantage, Seth decided to take the plunge;
opening his mouth in a wide, taut O, Seth took the monstrous head of Joel's
cock into his mouth.  It felt like an apple inside his mouth; a hot,
pulsing, dripping eightball.
	Seth was once more made acutely aware of his own rigid cock as he
felt Joel's tongue slide over his smooth balls, gliding up into the space
behind the base of his penis... and further.  Seth paused, his mouth still
locked and sucking on the tip of Joel's cock.  Joel moaned quite
uncharacteristically, arching his back to press more of his manhood into
Seth's mouth.  Another inch slid wetly into Seth, who struggled to choke
back an involuntary gag.  But Joel's longue tongue found his rigid cock
once more, drawing Seth's attention away from the penis that was now
leaking a clear run of precome in the deepest end of Seth's violated
throat.  A sweaty hand found its firm grip on Seth's spit-slick shaft and
began a vigorously arrythmic pumping.  Seth was overstimulated, numb.
Without thinking, he opened his throat and took a good half of Joel's shaft
deep within his throat.  Seth's cock clenched tightly, spitting a warm jet
of watery fluid onto Joel's chest followed by a voluminous rush of white,
spilling out in a river of indistinct bursts, puddling on the olive skin of
Joel's chest.
	The simmering whiteness of Seth's come on his chest set Joel off,
his massive cock hammering a great load of semen deep within Seth's throat.
The burning fluid brought tears to Seth's eyes, but he bore the pain,
savoring its eroticism.  Finally, Joel eased his dripping pole from Seth's
aching mouth.
	"Oh my god, Seth," Joel said, relaxing underneath Seth.  "That
was... that was amazing."
	"Your first time?" Seth asked, almost hopefully.
	"Yeah," Joel answered.  Seth smiled, chalking a mental victory.
	"Mine too," Seth said.

Back to School

	"That's about the sum of it," Seth said, shrugging.  Casey nodded,
still confounded by the things that had been happening around him all this
time without his knowledge.  How could Joel keep something like that for so
long?  It was incomprehensible.
	"Anyway, Casey... go for it.  You never know, you just might be
blown away at what you find, eh/" Kyle said, grinning.  Casey and Seth both
winced at Kyle's trademark bad pun.
	"Maybe I will," Casey said, finding resolve in the encouragement of
friends.  After all, he and Joel had been through everything else... why
not this.

Evening Entertainment

	The TV's inconstant flicker lit Joel's room sparsely, throwing blue
shades across the two reclining boys who sat on Joel's bed.
	"Look, about earlier," Casey finally 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?"
	"Heh, you sure do take to it quick, eh Joel?"
	"Ah, come on.  Would you rather I wait a while, watch more
TV... maybe bake a pie?"
	"Shit.. I get yer point, man..."
	Joel immediately slid himself off the bed, 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 subtlely
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 electr ic 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 the arc where his
cock had shifted.
	"No, come on Joel.  I owe it to you, right?"  Casey grasped his own
cock indicatively.  "Lemme give you a hand."
	"Well... promise you won't tell Mindy?"  Casey just laughed.
	"Why would I tell Mindy?  Honestly, now."  Joel smiled nervously.
"Come on, I'll make it comfortable for you.  You're the one who made the
first move, anyway..."
	Casey stood up, his pants dropping lower on his legs, and put his
arms around Joel.  Joel responded, favorably, placing his strong arms
around Casey's back.
	"Now let's see.  How would Mindy go about it, Joel?  Would she
start with something like this?"  Casey pressed his lips against Joel's.
Joel pressed back enthusiastically, opening his mouth against Casey's.
Their tongues teased against each other like spirits, twining and writhing.
A few moments later, Casey reluctantly pulled away.
	"See?  You really don't have cold feet about this whole thing after
all," Casey said.
	"Heh, I know," Joel replied, rubbing his head.  "I guess you just
sort of caught me off guard.  I mean, I never thought you'd actually wanna
go through with this in the first place."
	"Well, I guess you owe that to Seth and Kyle..."
	"Hmm?"
	"Ah, it's not important."
	"Well, I'll have to thank them..."
	Joel trailed off, feeling Casey's hand rub over the shape of his
still-clothed cock.  Casey once more took his mouth, fencing wildly at his
tongue.  Casey's left hand found the button of Joel's cordouroys and undid
it, slidiing his zipper down and letting the loose pants drop to the floor.
Casey pulled slowly away from Joel's mouth once more to glance down and
realize that the monster Seth had spoken of was real.
	Joel's manhood stood free from his boxers.  It looked as if it were
marble, the shaft wet from excitement and gleaming in the blue light of the
television.  Casey reached down tenatively to grasp it, to slowly pull back
the concealing foreskin and reveal the beautiful cherry-red of its tip.  It
shone like a harvest sky, full and red; gleaming.  Casey pulled Joel up
against him once more in a deep hug, hands roaming down Joel's muscular
back and firm, shapely arse.  He paused there, knead the heavy flesh in his
hands.  Joel breathed his approval in Casey's ear.  The boys' most private
organs pressed heavily against each other, Casey's shaft already hard again
from the sexual tension that pervaded the room.  Joel ground his hips
forward against Casey's, pushing into Casey's own cock and grinding into
his stomach and abdomen.
	Roughly, Casey pushed Joel back into the bed and knelt between
Joel's legs, attacking his heavy dick with a swift, wet series of
tongue-strokes.  Casey ran slimy trails of spit over the already
precome-slick monster, tasting and feeling the salty, ridged, alien
landscape of another boy's cock.  It felt foreign, but intensely
pleasurable.  Casey felt as if every electric jolt of pleasure running that
he gave Joel was returned a thousandfold upon his own erotically-charged
body.  Casey wrapped his smooth lips around the now-exposed and oozing
purple tip of Joel's cock, drinking deeply of Joel's manhood.
	Joel felt the tremors of approaching orgasm rumbling deep within
his abdomen.  He mumbled a soft warning to Casey, who could already feel
the huge head swell considerably between his lips.  Casey pulled back,
wrapping two hands around the whole of Joel's shaft and pumping slowly.
It's simple, Casey thought, like masturbation... only much more fun.  Casey
felt fulfillled, bringing his closest friend such intense feelings, an
intoxicating emotion that ran the line of eroticism... ran the line close
enough that Casey's cock once again spiked throbbingly between his spread
legs and begged for the loving ministrations of anyone, especially Joel.
	But Joel was too occupied, swirling upwards in the tempest of his
own body, which teetered on the break of an orgasm, held there by the
sudden cease of motion from Casey.
	"Uhm... Case?" Joel stuttered, tongue thick with lust.  "You can't
just..."
	But Casey was standing already, and then falling against Joel's
body, his own hard shaft pressing into Joel's erection heavily.  Casey
sought Joel's mouth, once again taking his tongue passionately.  His body
writhed against Joel with frustrated urgency; Joel found himself unable to
stop from thrusting upwards longingly.
	Casey gasped something inaudibly, a low, guttural growl.  Come
spurted from his cock, covering the length of Joel's own and matting the
soft hair of both boys together.  The warm wetness of Casey's orgasm
triggered Joel's own, and soon copious jets of Joel's semen mingled with
Casey's own, pressed between the grinding bodies of the two boys.
	Joel smiled up at Casey, eyes slanting seductively.  "I guess," he
said, "that this means we're friends forever, huh?"
	"We weren't before?" Casey asked.
	Joel didn't reply.  There wasn't any reason to.

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