Date: Mon, 20 Jan 2014 01:02:23 -0500 From: vermont curious Subject: Middle Schoolers -- Part 2 Thanks to all for feedback and suggested plot lines. Here's a next installment with our three horny middle schoolers, Avery, Sander, and Claire. We also meet two new characters -- John and Julia -- perhaps for some later fun and games... As always, feedback very welcome. Middle Schoolers -- Part 2 Avery woke up Sunday morning still trying to wrap his mind around what had happened the day before. As he casually toyed with his lazy morning wood, he replayed it all. It had been amazing. Going down on Claire, then getting his first blow job. But as he went over all the details, he realized that one more thing had made a lasting impression. He had gotten incredible turned on from watching Sander cumming. That had been something else. He'd never thought of his best friend that way before – heck, he'd never even considered himself the kind of guy who'd be turned on by another boy. But everything was up for grabs now, and he was wondering if Sander would be game. He picked up his phone and texted Sander. "Yo. You up?" Less than 10 seconds later he got a reply. "And harder than ever. LOL." "Dude," wrote Avery. "Come over. Something I want to ask you." "What?" "No, get over here." Sander was intrigued. "Okay. Let me take a shower, and I'll head out." Avery got up and padded out to the bathroom himself. Hopped in the shower and cleaned off the sweat from yesterday, making sure to thoroughly clean his dick – just in case... Wrapped in a towel he ran into his little brother, John, in the hallway, but John barely noticed him as he scrambled by on his way to meet a friend down at the skateboard park. Sander showered, dressed and hopped on his bike and rode over to Avery's house. He found Avery in the kitchen pulling cereal off a shelf and lining up a bowl and some milk on the kitchen table. "You want some?" Avery asked. Sander hadn't eaten yet, so he grabbed a bowl and sat down next to Avery. "Amazing, huh?" Said Avery with a mouthful of rice crispies. "Totally." Said Sander. "Gotta ask you something," said Avery. "Shoot." Said Sander. "Have you ever thought of messing around... with another boy?" "Wait... what?" Said Sander with his spoon in mid-air. "It's just that... well, damn, I can't get over how hot it looked when you came all over yourself. Honestly, it turned me on almost as much as messing around with Claire." "So... you sayin' you're gay?" Avery frowned. "No," he said, "not gay. Maybe bi. I don't know. All I know is how I feel. Please don't hate on me. If you're not cool with this, then that's fine. I won't push it." Sander took a few mouthfuls of cereal while staring his best friend squarely in the eyes. He knew Avery was being serious, but he honestly didn't know how he felt about this whole thing. Not disgusted, maybe a little intrigued. "Let me think about it, okay?" He finally said. Avery really didn't want to ruin anything by coming on too hard, so he was more than happy to let the matter drop. At least he'd put it out there, and Sander hadn't told him to get lost. The boys finished their cereal and headed off to Avery's den to play Xbox. Across town, Claire slept in. She was exhausted. In her vivid dreams she found herself surrounded by beautiful boys who were eager to please her in every way, and she imagined herself just lying back and enjoying all the things they did for her, to her, with her. A couple of them were even playing with each other. A loud knock on her door tore Claire out of her dream world. She stirred and opened her eyes a bit, then another loud knock and a voice in the hallway said, "Claire... CLAIRE!" It was her younger sister, Julia. 11 years old and almost as tall as Claire. A force of nature, precocious and as athletic as Claire, Julia was definitely not the worst little sister you could hope to have. As a matter of fact, she and Claire got along fairly well most of the time and usually confided in each other about most things. "What?" said Claire sleepily and stretched. She was in her soft flannel pajamas bottoms and a loose t-shirt. "Can I borrow a swim suit? Mom is taking me over to the pool with Greta in a few." Julia stepped into Claire's room and came over and sat on the end of her bed. Claire looked up at her with a smile. "Sure, I'm sure I've got something you can use." Julia looked at her sister quizzically. "So... what's with you – you're normally completely grumpy in the morning. But today you're smiling like it's your birthday or something." "Well..." said Claire, not sure how much she'd be willing to tell her sister about yesterday's adventure with the boys, "let's just say I'm in a really good mood." Julia wasn't buying that. "What... tell me! You know you want to; you know you're going to, or I'll nag you forever and ever! Pleease...." Claire thought about it. "I had some fun with Avery and Sander yesterday. Yes. That kind of fun." Julia's eyes grew large. "Seriously? No way. That's... amazing. Did you..." Claire got up and rummaged through her closet. She found an old bathing suit that didn't really fit her any more and turned to give it to her sister. "No, not that. Not yet. But I gave some and I got some. And it was amazing. All of it." Julia took the suit and gave her sister a hug. "Congratulations, I'm so happy for you. I'm also totally envious, of course. I gotta run, but promise me you'll tell me more later!" Julia shut the door behind her, and Claire stood for a moment and collected her thoughts. She let one hand brush gently over her breasts, remembering what it had felt like when Avery was sucking on them, touching them, caressing them. Her hand moved down her belly and came to rest over the front of her panties. She held it there, gently pressing it against her pussy, circling it around and enjoying the sensation of being turned on. Claire pulled off her pajamas pants and let herself fall back onto her bed, spread her legs wide with her knees bent and her feet up on the covers. She conjured up the images from her dream as she started running her fingers along the outer lips of her sensitive pussy, feeling the moisture from deep within her seep out and begin to lubricate everything, allowing easy access for her probing fingers. One tip lingered on her clit for a few seconds, just sat there wiggling a little, sending jolts of satisfaction through her body. Then she brought the finger to her lips and sucked it deep into her mouth, got it as wet as she could, then moved it back down and let it work its way between her labia. She imagined that Sander and Avery were there with her like yesterday, both of them naked, and hard and horny as hell. She remembered the feel of Sander's beautiful cock in her hand as she'd stroked him to that awesome orgasm, and she recalled the taste of his cum as she'd scooped it off his belly. But in her fantasy now, Avery was pushing his stiff, warm cock against her body as he leaned over to touch Sander's cock. Claire stopped her hand for a moment with confusion and excitement. What was this delicious bit of fantasy all about? She decided to play out the scenario a little further, and as her hand picked up where it had left off she imagined that Avery bent down and took Sander's cock in his mouth, that he slowly started bobbing up and down on it, working it far back into his throat, burying his face in Sander's pubes. She saw Sander leaning his head back in ecstasy, bucking his hips in time with Avery's movements, humping against the boy's mouth as he sucked him. Claire was panting loudly now, her hand was working fast, tight little circles around her slit, two fingers sliding effortlessly in and out, her thumb playing with her clit, teasing it out a little, then easing off to extend the pleasure. She stretched out on her bed a little, her other hand gently squeezing her breast, sweat beading on her forehead. In her fantasy, Sander was writhing and breathing hard, his hands on the back of Avery's head, forcing him down hard on Sander's cock. Sander gasped and his whole body tensed up, he held Avery's head down for a second and bucked his hips up as he came. Avery was patient and willing, his throat working to swallow Sander's load. As Sander relaxed and let go, Avery moved his head up and released most of Sander's still hard cock from his mouth. He slurped his lips around the head as it came out, dragging a long strand of sperm from the tip of the shiny glans to his teeth. He smiled at Sander, then sucked the strand up and swallowed that, too. Sander smiles back and tussled Avery's hair. Claire came with a shudder. One minute she was in control, enjoying the pleasure she was giving herself, the next second she was forced to surrender to forces great than herself, as a wave of contractions and endorphins rushed through her body, thrashing her around on her bed, her hand clamped firmly over her pussy, two fingers deep in her cunt and her clit pressed against her pubic bone. She rode the rush all the way, slowly coming back down after a minute or two, gently teasing out a couple of additional waves of pleasure by softly brushing her hand over her wet pussy. Best. Dream. Ever. Then Claire got up and showered, got dressed and had some breakfast. Pretty much the best possible start to the day. She heard her phone vibrate on the table as a text message came in. She picked it up and looked at the screen. It was from Avery. "Wow. Thx. Tired? More later?" Claire smiled. She texted back, "Sure. When?" Avery wrote, "This PM, maybe. My house?" Claire's reply came at once, "Okay, deal. U and Sander?" There was a pause, then Avery replied, "Absolutely." Claire wasn't sure what that might mean, given what she'd just imagined, but then she brushed aside the thought, remembering that it was only her crazy, horny imagination that had been messing with her. Still, though, it would be fun to see the two of them together... She hung around the house for most of the morning and did nothing much, and after lunch she made her way to Main Street. Their sleepy little town only had a handful of shops, some offices, a library and the elementary school downtown, but it was a cozy and friendly place, and she liked it there. Avery lived at the end of a quiet street behind town hall, and Claire walked up the path to the front door and knocked. Avery opened and smiled at her. "Hey," he said, "glad you could come. Uh, I mean..." Claire smiled back at him and winked. "Yeah. I'm glad I came, too. Is Sander here already?" Avery said, "Sure, we were downstairs playing Xbox." Claire followed Avery downstairs to the den, where Sander was engrossed in a Modern Warfare 3 game online. He looked up and beamed at Claire and waived at her with the controller in one hand. Claire walked over to the futon that stood in the middle of the room and sat down next to Sander, almost the exact same spot she'd been in yesterday. Hey, if it worked the first time... But instead of taking up his spot on the other side of her as he had the day before, Avery walked up behind her and started playing with her hair, stroking her neck and giving her a little back rub. It felt good, and she liked that Avery was brave enough to skip all the pretense and small talk. She craned her neck and look up at him, then reached up and pulled him closer. He bent his his down, and she kissed him on the cheek. As she turned around on the futon to face him he returned the favor, then moved his lips to hers and gave her a real kiss. Claire opened her mouth a little and let her tongue play over Avery's lips, probing its way between them, feeling along his strong, white teeth, almost trying to push them apart. This was Avery's first real french kiss, but he was quick to learn and allowed her access. Their tongues met, sparks flew and they were oblivious to everything around them. Claire was on her knees on the futon, her head almost at the same height as Avery's. She reached around him and hugged him close, squeezing his chest against her erect nipples and shuffling a little to let him feel them through his t-shirt. He reached up and grabbed them, feeling their firmness through the thin top that Claire had put on. She wasn't wearing a bra, and Avery worked his hands up under her shirt and placed them directly on her warm, delicious breasts. He squeezed the nipples gently, played with them between his fingertips, eliciting moans and groans from Claire as she ran her own hands up and down his back. Sander was done with his game, and threw the controller aside to get in on the action happening right next to him. He wasn't sure what to do, though, since the two of them seemed to be doing just fine on their own. So he just watched them, and pulled down his sweat pants to get a little more comfortable as his dick was making a serious tent in his boxers. Claire pulled away from Avery for a second and used both hands to quickly pull her top up over her head; Sander looked up and was amazed at how beautiful and perfect her breasts were. Avery came around the front of the futon, and unbuttoned his shorts on the way. By the time he was in front of Claire, they were on the ground beneath him and his cock was straining at the front of his briefs. He stepped closer to Claire, as if daring her to take the next step, and as he did so he looked at his best friend sitting next to her and smiles. Damn, Sander really looked sexy. Claire admired the beautiful boy standing in front of her, clearly horny and eager for her to give some attention to the rigid cock barely held trapped behind a thin bit of cotton. But she looked up at Avery and said, "No, let Sander do it." Avery did a double take. What did she know? Or was she just guessing? Or perhaps being even more deliciously kinky than he'd dared to hope? He looked over at Sander and tilted his head as if to say, "Well?" Sander looked up at his buddy. His eyes focused on the bulge in Avery's boxers. It did look pretty sexy, he had to admit, and while he was quite sure he wasn't gay he was game all the same. A little fun with a good friend – worth the try. So he sat up, and reached a hand out to touch what Avery was hiding. A little tentatively at first, he just brushed his hand across the front of Avery's briefs, amazed at how much heat was pulsing off the boy's stiff and straining cock. Then he snuck a couple of fingers between Avery's soft skin and the briefs, and tugged gently out and down to release the content. Avery's dick uncurled itself into the opening that Sander had made for it, as if ready for action. Sander kept tugging, and Avery's briefs dropped to the floor. Sander placed his fingers around Avery's cock, trying to compare it to the feeling of holding his own cock, but he was unable to tell if it was different in any way. It felt soft and hard all at once, burning hot, smooth and delicate. He let his hand explore a little, moving it down until it nestled in the dark patch of hair at the base of Avery's dick, then all the way up to the top, marveling at the pliable foreskin that Sander didn't have himself. He rolled it back and forth over the tip of Avery's penis, watching the slit almost disappear. A bead of pre-cum oozed out, and Sander let his finger wipe it across the tip of Avery's dick. It glistened and allowed the foreskin to wrap all the way over the front. Sander let his hand move back, rolling the foreskin almost half way down Avery's dick before it stretched out and became taught. Sander was mesmerized. He still didn't know if he was into guys at all, but as he looked up and saw Avery's dazed expression of amazement and enjoyment, he figured he was doing something that his best friend enjoyed, and he was enjoying doing it, so he decided to carry on. He brought his hand up to his mouth and licked his palm, getting it as wet as he could before settling into a steady rhythm on Avery's cock. With the added lube it was almost effortless, and when Avery shifted a little closer Sander was able to let his other hand reach down and close around Avery's balls. They were on the small side, like Sander's own, halfway between those of a little boy and a man. He squeezed ever so gently, rolling them around a little, tugging a little on the whole sack in time with the efforts of his other hand. Avery gave a moan, but it was clearly of heightened excitement rather than pain, and Sander let his hand linger on Avery's balls for a bit. Claire, meanwhile, was fascinated. It was only a few hours ago that she'd had a fantasy about Avery and Sander getting it on together, and it had been meant halfway as a dare when she'd suggested to Avery that he let Sander peel off his briefs. She hadn't even imagined that Sander would take the next step – but there he was, the beautiful blond boy masturbating his friend like it was the most natural thing in the world. And doing a damn good job of it, judging by the noises that Avery was making. She made her way over between Sander's legs and bent down and kissed the front of his boxers. He glanced over, then went back to what he was doing for Avery. Claire reached up a hand and fished Sander's stiff boy cock out through the opening in his boxers. Now that she saw it up close, Sander's dick was clearly longer than Avery's, but not quite as thick and almost straight, not curved. She let a fingertip glide along the back of it, from the tip over the sensitive ridge, all the way down to the root inside Sander's boxers. She let the finger rest there for a minute, then wrapped her hand around the base of Sander's cock and moved it up along the shaft, squeezing firmly. She stopped just under the head of his penis, holding it, and then she leaned forward and placed a kiss on the slit, lingered for a second with her lips on it, and proceeded to slowly slurp the head into her moist, warm mouth. As she swallowed him, she moved her hand back down, and she started bobbing up and down in a regular rhythm, never pausing, constantly stimulating the boy with her mouth and hand. Sander was overloaded with sensation. What Claire was doing to him was amazing, and at the same time he was coming to grips with his realization that he really was turned on by giving his buddy a hand job. Who knew? It was hard to focus attention both on what he was getting and what he was giving, so Sander opted to simply go with the flow and try to float above it all, drawing on the incredible sexual energy around him. Avery was thrilled. He couldn't believe that this could be happening so soon after realizing that he was turned on by his best friend. He looked down at Sander and saw pure bliss on the boy's face. Then he switched his gaze to his dick, wrapped in Sander's hand and glistening with spit and pre-cum. He wasn't going to last much longer. "Oh, Sander," said Avery. "That's totally amazing what you're doing. I'm... I'm not going to last much longer, buddy." Sander looked up at him and said, "Go for it, buddy, I'm ready for you." Sander licked his palm again, getting a final bit of lube in place for the final heat. Then he went to work in earnest, firmly gripping Avery's dick and running his hand all the way from the root out and over the head, swirling his palm over the tip as it came back, them letting two fingers caress the bottom of the boys' mushroom and tease their way down the back of his dick. As his hand started moving down Avery thrust forward, bucking his hips and tensing his body. He grimaced and strained, and shot his load. One, two, three big spurts of cum, the last one catching Sander across the chin. A dribble of cum ended up on Sander's hand before he let go of Avery's deflating cock. While it was clear that Avery was too far gone to pay attention to what was going on in front of him, Sander could see that Claire was watching him expectantly. He knew what she was waiting for, and he knew he couldn't disappoint her. And he was curious. So he brought his hand up to his face and stuck out his tongue to taste Avery's cum that had landed on his hand. It didn't taste like his own, but it was just different – no better or worse. He licked his palm clean, partly to impress Claire, partly because, well, he might as well. Then he turned to face Claire. "You liked watching that, huh?" He asked her. "Oh, yeah," said Claire, "pretty much the biggest turn-on ever. Who knew? Now, where was I?" She bent back down and picked up where she'd left off, pausing briefly so Sander could peel off his boxers. It was obvious to Sander that Claire was hornier than before; she sucked him with renewed determination, her hand was roaming all over his cock, finding new ways to touch it, new ways to please him. While one hand continued masturbating him, she ran the other hand down the length of his erection, cupped his balls, then followed the seam between his inner thighs all the way back to his little puckered asshole. Her finger circled it a few times, very lightly, teasing the sensitive nerves, almost tickling him, then probing the sphincter gently, respecting the resistance but trying to overcome it. Sander flexed it almost involuntarily, and Claire's finger snuck inside up to the first knuckle. She wiggled it a little, and Sander was amazed at the sensation it brought forth. This was new to him – even while masturbating he'd never really considered the option of playing with his own butt. It wasn't that he thought it was dirty or wrong, he just honestly had no clue that there was anything much to be gained from doing so. Well, he was learning very rapidly that there was a whole lot to get out of it. Sander flexed again, and Claire's finger slipped in to the second knuckle, and she curled it under and used it to probe Sander's ass. Claire could feel Sander's cock twitch and grow harder with every move she made, and she was amazed to see a steady dribble of pre-cum from Sander's slit. She pulled the finger out half way, then reinserted it. And again. Shortly afterwards she pushed the finger in all the way, feeling no more resistance from Sander, just the amazing sensation of his tight little boy hole squeezing around it. Claire let the tip of the finger deep in Sander's ass explore, and from what she remembered from the books she'd snuck out of the library, she guessed that the little bump she could feel was his prostate. She couldn't remember what it did exactly, but she knew that it was a sensitive spot for boys, so she tried to nudge it a little with her finger. Sander groaned and squirmed and strained his stiff cock against Claire's hand, with ever more pre-cum streaming out of him. Claire kept at it, massaging the knot inside Sander, rolling it under her fingertip. Sander placed his hands on her shoulders for balance, then went rigid and cried out, his entire groin convulsing, his boy hole clamping down again and again like a vice on Claire's finger, and a single stream of cum now jetting from the tip of his cock. Just one long rope of pearly white, followed by a little dribble that coated Claire's hand and dripped on to the floor. Claire released her hand and licked off the cum, but as she went to pull out her finger from Sander's ass he locked his thighs around her wrist. "Wait," he said, "just leave it there for a second." She obliged him, and she felt the last shudders of his orgasm wash over Sander, quivering his sphincter and applying a final little squeeze to his prostate by way of Claire's finger. Finally he relaxed his entire body, and collapsed back on the futon, and Claire could pull her hand out from under him. Avery had been watching the whole thing while recovering from his own orgasm, and had been completely amazed at what he saw. Claire had been on fire after seeing him and Avery get it on, and what she'd done with Sander was just awesome. Avery had played with his butt at times, even found what he thought was his prostate, but never really gotten into it. That was going to change now, that was for sure... Avery realized that Claire hadn't cum yet, but he was way too tired right now to do anything about it, and Sander sure as hell was, too. He looked over at her and smiled. "You're amazing he said, and you can have whatever you want. In a little bit... just not right now, okay?" Claire smiled back at him. "Thanks, Sweetie," she said. "Take your time, but then I want to try something else with you, okay?"