Date: Thu, 11 Jan 2001 13:22:42 EST From: F123hartman@aol.com Subject: Smarter than my big brother Part 2 Gay - Incest- "Smarter Than My Big Brother Part 2 by Bob F123hartman@aol.com "HIGH SCHOOL SUCKS" Yes,High School Sucks and any way you want to look at it, High school sucks. There are sensual sexual situations in every hallway, corner and closet and beautiful bouncing boobs that are almost popping out of their bras and guys and bun flexing so firmly that jean seams are always almost splitting. Yes, every face is loving all this sexual stuff and secretly hoping to get more action with each suggestive smile. Obviously there is a lot of dreaming going on and lots of disappointment and yes, high school sucks. For me I had gone to Catholic school through 8th grade and my parents weren't willing to pay fees for high school so all of my elementary girl friends and pals went off to parochial schools and I went off to no man's land in the local high school. Every time I asked for a date, I had the feeling that if the girl's parents found out that I was catholic, that was the end of that. So sex was sorta just hands. My older brother was into girls so any excitement from him was over and my dad deeply loved my mom and he knew that if she found out about any fooling around between father-son would be like shit hitting the fan so it was forget it at home. When I went to Mass on Sunday my buddies were all smiles about which girls were putting out and which girls they had made out with. I felt that there was a lot of bullshit talk but each Sunday revealed that another gal was expecting and another buddy was preparing for fatherhood, or quickie wedding or making monthly payments. I was only in my first years of high school and I had friends who were fathers of sons. Every time I went to bless myself in church with Father-Son-Holy Spirit, I kept thinking of my buddies as fathers, and their new sons and all of those sperming spirits traveling in those virgin holes to make more holy conceptions. And then as I looked around me, I saw all these older fathers like my dad's age and their roles as fathers-sons-and- all-those-flowing-virgin-sperming-spirits in every Church of Catholic Conception. I did have one buddy and we enjoyed many activities like high school athletic games and movies and we enjoyed sleeping over at each other's houses. One night after we had crawled into bed together wearing just our jockey shorts, I could feel his warm skin touching my like my leg, or ass, or arm and my rod would begin to throb. So I decided to experiment and risk a lovely friendship. First I placed my hand and arm on his chest and slowly moved my leg over onto his stomach as he lay on his back. With each step of success I gradually had my body almost on top of him and that is when he shouted out with "Christ, what are you doing?" as he pushed me off. I better pause! The end for a moment. High School Sucks part 2 by Bob F123hartman@aol.com The two of us were in bed together wearing just our Jockey shorts and while my best friend was sleeping on his back, I moved most of my body on top of him and every hot tickle thrilled my body. That is when he woke up blurting, "Christ, what are you doing?" as he threw me back to my side of the bed. All I said while pretending to still be asleep was, " Susie, please don't stop me now." Rob wasn't even listening as he complained, "Jes, I'm being raped by my best friend!" "Rob, go back to sleep," I said. "You just spoiled my perfect fuck with our high school friend, Souse Zenger." "Just keep Susie on your side of the bed," ordered Rob. "Rob, shut up, and go back to sleep," I said and continued, "my balls are blue and hurting! Go back to sleep. Sorry I woke you up!" With that we both rolled over on our sides with just our asses slightly touching and I tried to calm my pounding, shaking body. The next morning I was up and dressing when Rob looked up while reaching for the sheet to cover his almost naked body. I quickly went over and sat on the side of the bed. "Rob, " I said, "I'm sorry for what happened last night but you sure were a passionate hot Susie Zenger." "Forget it!" Rob replied with a smile on his face. And then he laughed. "I almost became a pregnant bastard." Mom interrupted our discussion with orders from the kitchen to come down stairs for breakfast. I was relieved how easily things had smoothed over. As usual Mom started in on our dating frustrations as we ate our cereal. When she asked us whether we had met any neat new girls, Rob almost fell off his chair with laughter. "Your son recently was flirting with the cutest gal that you can imagine but I, "Rob the Protector," saved the poor damsel from a fate worst than death." So another high school setback was continued with Rob and me back in bed together at his house a few weeks later. Rob told me he hadn't shaved for three days so if I tried to cuddle with him, I would sure be in for some rough treatment. I told him that I didn't think that was the hair I wanted to feel with my nose and touching my mouth. After a while Rob was deeply sleeping and finally he changed positions and put his arm and hand on my stomach. I slowly took his hand and moved it down so it could hold my cramped dick and I could feel the warmth of his hand penetrating through my jockey shorts. I placed my hand on top of his to keep him in place and rested my other hand behind my head so I could watch our movements in the dark. (If he woke up, he would discover that he was it not me.) Slowly and softly I began flexing my butt muscles up and down as my dick got harder and harder. At times his hand seemed to hold me tighter and I was enjoying every feeling of his jacking me off. Yes, when I came, there were hot squirts of my loving cream seeping through my shorts into the palm of his hand. As my body quivered, I took my free hand and blessed myself. This was definitely a part of what all those fathers, sons, and sperming spirits were enjoying every night all over the world. For a moment I worried about that joke of putting a sleeping hand in something warm which would cause the dreamer to wet the bed. I didn't worry because it was his bed. What I did begin to worry about was that even though I didn't feel that I had done anything that I would need to confess, I knew I was coming pretty close. This is the end for now but definitely a beginning because the next time Rob and I were together in bed, we were only settling in when he reached over and put my hand on his bulging jockey mound. (Sorry this experience isn't filled with sucking and lots of touching and deep penetration but the next time you go to church, look around and your mind will enjoy the most wonderful meditations of all those fathers, sons, and spirits that are Mary-Swimming in the virgin channels of life. } Yes, this is a raw high school sucks story. {Sure I would like to hear from you. F123hartman@aol.com}