Date: Thu, 28 Sep 2000 05:08:09 EDT
From: PP
Subject: Julian and I

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Thank you for your understanding, and I hope you enjoy this story. . .


Julian was a beautiful boy; short-cropped blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, a
svelte frame and gentle demeanor combined in his graceful sway of a walk to
entice my desires. . . desires which commanded attention.  I myself was quite
the bubble-butted golden boy, as well.  A slim, yet respectable soccer and
baseball player, I often got surreptitious glances from the prettier girls,
and invitations to their houses, even at that age.  Things haven't changed
much since then.  But if I was a golden boy, Julian was the son of Apollo,
yet with a secret, mischievous side to his young christian personality.  A
side which begged to be loved, and pleasured, and fucked.

We met in the fourth grade.  I saw him from across the room, and was
instantly arrested, firstly, by his face.  His features appeared as I would
have imagined Ganymede's, or perhaps a young Adonis's.  It was still warm,
and he wore umbro shorts which slid up his smooth legs as he sat down, or
sashayed through the hallways of the schoolbuilding.  I could feel my cock
swell in my tight jean shorts as I looked at him.  I brushed my shock-blonde
locks from my hazel eyes, and readjusted myself into a more comfortable
position.

I was new to the school, and didn't know many people, so I sat by myself in
the rear corner of the room, and tried not to let the teacher's voice put me
to sleep.  I had been at a hard soccer practice last night, and my legs and
ass were incredibly sore.  I stretched out in my chair, and bumped my feet
into the chair in front of me.

"Hey, stop that," whispered Neal, a cute, but uninteresting boy with curly,
red hair who happened to sit in front of me.

"Sorry, Neal."

I was interrupted by a thwack on my desk administered by the teacher with her
yardstick she used to point at things.  Sometimes she used it to point at
unfortunate students, as she was currently doing; the thing weaved and bobbed
inches from my face as she struggled to emit some sort of a facsimile for
intelligable speech from her mouth.  "Young man. . . hmmrrmm. . . huhmr.
Would you like to share whatever it was you were saying with the rest of the
class?  Hhhrmmr. . ."

"No, thank you, Mrs. Wanker."

"What did you just say?!  Hhhrmmr. . ."

"Who, me?  Did I say something wrong?"

"Hhhrmmr. . . My name is Mrs. Banker!  Hhhrmmmhrr. . . Banker!"

"Oh, I'm sorry.  I'm new here.  I wasn't interested in starting a new
account."  Unfortunately, the class erupted in an unstoppable tide of
giggling.  This did not improve my situation.

"Young man. . . you are excused, hrr. .  to the Principal's office!"  I sat
there, stunned.  "Now!!!"  She waved her yardstick over her head like an
angry Poseidon churning the skies above a stormy sea, and ended up with her
weapon pointed at the door, and a furious expression on her blotchy, red face.

As I got up to leave, I tried to carry myself with dignity towards the door,
although in restrospect I'm not sure if I quite managed it as well as I would
have liked.  My one consolation was that Julian gave me a smile and a wink as
I walked through the doorway and into the unmentionably empty hallway which
all students fear so much when there is class going on.

I arrived at the Principal's office, and he offered me a choice between a
week of in-school detention and the paddle.  Needless to say, I decided on
the paddle, albeit reticently and reluctantly.  As I bared my posterior for
the Principal to see, I noticed a gleam of something in his eyes which he
tried to hide when he saw me looking at him.

"Excuse me sir, is there anything else I could do, instead of getting a
paddling?  I'll do anything you want."  I saw him hesitate.  "And I do mean
anything, sir."  He gulped, and I knew I had won.  He looked nervous.  "I
won't tell anybody, if you don't want me to."

I walked over to him, and stood in front of him, my face even with his
crotch.  I put my hands against his bulge, and leaned into him as I looked up
into his eyes.  He looked good for a grown man, and he was pretty young for a
Principal; he couldn't have been more than thirty, and he was in good shape.
I reaffirmed this as I reached around to grab his ass mounds, and squeezed
them as I buried my face in the front of his trousers and gave a little
whimper.  He moaned.  "Please, mister, don't hurt me.  I'll be good."  And
then I reached up, and began undoing his belt.  "I can be a good boy.
Really.  Wanna see?"

"Yes, Kirk."  He brought his hand to rest on my head, and tousle my blonde
hair as I reached into his trousers to find his meat.  I unzipped his fly,
and his cock sprang from its resting place so fast it smacked me in the face.

"Gee mister!  You're really fuckin' big!"

"You like that, huh?  Prove it."  He sat down in his large recliner, and I
kneeled down to pay tribute to his large cock.  It was already glistening
with precum, and throbbing with the Principal's lifeblood so much that it was
a cherry red.  I couldn't help it, and I reached down and unbuttoned my
shorts, taking my cock into my ready hand.  With my other hand I held the
Principal's cock at its base, and looke up into his glazed-over eyes.  "Do
it, you little cocksucker.  Fuck me with your face."

I winked, and licked the tip of his cockhead, lapping off the precum.  It was
good and salty, just the way I liked it.  I had messed around with my soccer
buddies before, but none were as big as this guy.  I remembered the way Jimmy
Baxter had given me and a few other boys a "blow job" a few weeks ago at a
sleepover for his birthday, and remembered how he had taken my entire 5-inch
cock into his mouth without gagging.  He told me that all I had to do was
suppress the gag reflex, and it was easy.  We all had a lot of fun that
night.  So I decided to try it.

"Oh my fucking God!"  moaned the Principal as I took him all into my throat,
and sucked his tool like a huge piece of salami. "oooh, good Lord. . ." he
moaned again as I gently squeezed one of his balls and tickled his sphincter
with another finger.  I alternated tickling, squeezing, and sucking, while I
stroked my meat with my other hand.  I was about to cum on the floor.
"Ohhhh, my God.  Oh myGodohGod. . ."  The Principal leaned back in his chair,
tensed up, and twitched.  Then I felt his hot load filling my throat and my
mouth.  I tried really hard, but some of it trickled out of my mouth as I
kept sucking on his huge cock, and gently squeezing his testicle.  I released
my hold on his testicle, and continued sucking until he went soft in my
mouth.  He fell out with a plop, and groaned a sigh of relief as he leaned
back in his chair.  "Holy fucking shit."  He stared up at the ceiling.  I
finished myself off, and sprayed my jizz on the blue carpet in his office.
Then I buttoned up.

"Excuse me, sir?"

"huh?  Wha-?"  He was too relaxed to talk, apparently.

"Should I be heading back to my homeroom, now?"  I looked up at him as
innocently as I could, and held my hands behind my back as I twisted one toe
into the carpeted floor.

"Wha?  Oh, yeah, yeah,"  he mumbled as he stood up and made a fumbling
attempt to close his pants.  The mechanics of it seemed to escape him for the
moment, and he decided to just stand there, and his pants fell to the floor.
"Certainly.  You can head back to homeroom, now.  Um, what just happened
shouldn't-"

I nodded, and winked at him.  "Bob's your uncle, sir.  My lips are sealed.
See ya later, maybe,"  I said as I skipped out of his office and back to
homeroom.

When I got there, the room was empty, and the lights were all off.  I looked
at the clock through the shadows.  It was lunch time.  I ran to the window,
and looked outside.  Sure enough, there was everyone playing outside on the
playground.  I looked to try to catch a glimpse of Julian, but I couldn't
spot him.

"Ahem," said a voice from behind me.  I turned around, and saw Julian
standing there in the doorway to the hall.  "I left the class to use the
john.  I walked past the Principal's office on the way back, to see if you
were all right, or getting a beating."  'Oh my God,' I thought to myself.
'Did he hear anything?'  "In case you were wondering, I heard some strange
noises coming from in there," he pointed with his cute thumb towards the
office.

"Are you going to tell?"  I asked.

"Not if you do something for me."  My pulse fluttered and I suddenly had
trouble standing.  "Meet me at the entrance to the woods after school, or
else."

Just then the class started filing in, and studies resumed.  The rest of the
day went slowly, with me catching glimpses every so often of Julian staring
at me when no one was looking.

When school let out, I hastily put all my things away in my desk, filled my
backpack with my homework, and bolted out the door towards the woods.  I
wanted to get there before Julian did.  I was scared, but I was also sort of
excited.

I waited at the entrance to the forest for a few minutes, and Julian showed
up.  "Jeez, you got here quick."

"Sorry, I'm a fast walker."  Julian looked at my legs.

"So I gather.  Well, then, follow me."  Julian led me down the path into the
woods, until we branched off and follwed a smaller trail into what looked to
me at the time like the Amazon rainforest of the North American continent.
"What are you, scared?"

"Who, me?"  I croaked.  "Nah, I'm fine."  Julian just laughed.

Then we came to a small clearing with another trail leading out from the
other side.  The clearing had a big, flat rock in it, and Julian sat down on
it.  "Well, come here, you dumb pussy."

I walked towards him, and stod in front of him.  He laughed, and grabbed me
by the legs, pulling me down on my back.  "Whoa!"  I gasped, as he pinned me
down, and rolled on top of me.  I could feel myself getting really hot, and
my dick was straining against my jean shorts, which was uncomfortable.  "Ow,"
I said.

"What is it now, you sissy?"  Julian asked with a weird grin as he kept me
pinned down by the wrists.  I was too embarassed to say, and I momentarily
glanced down at my shorts.  "What, are these uncomfortable?"  And he slid
down my body, and opened my shorts.  My cock jumped out of my fly, and stared
Julian in the face.  He slowly looked up at me, and then back at my cock.  I
was wondering if he was going to hit me, or something.  Instead he lowered
his gorgeous face, and encircled his pretty pink lips around my shaft,
licking it with his tongue, causing me to gasp.  He brought his hand up, and
grabbed the base of my cock, and pumped it gently as he slid his mouth up and
down my raging hard-on, licking circles as he went.  He kept puping and
sucking, while he used his other hand to take my shorts the rest of the way
off.  I helped him by raising my slender hips, and my shorts slid right off.
I kicked them to the side, and Julian lifted his face, to look at me.  "I am
going to fuck you, you tastly little bitch."  I nearly creamed myself right
there, but held myself back, wanting to cum inside Julian's mouth.

Julian sat up, and lifted his t-shirt over his head, revealing his beautiful,
smooth chest and stomach.  His little pink nipples stood out, waiting to be
pinched, and sucked.  "Take off your shirt, too.  I don't want to be the only
topless boy here."  I quickly obliged, sitting up slightly, and practically
ripping off my shirt, throwing it near my shorts.  While I was doing this,
Julian had slid up against me, gently.  Then he pressed forward, pressing me
to the ground again as he laid on top of me and looked into my eyes.  He
closed his eyes, and bent down to my face, kissing me firmly on the lips.  I
had never really kissed a guy before, and it was amazing!  I rubbed his
crotch with the palm of my hand, and felt his hardness underneath his shorts.
We broke out kiss for a moment.

"Are you-"  I started to ask.

He laughed.  "Yeah, I go freestyle.  It's easier to wank off in the john that
way."  And he rubbed his naked chest against mine, moaning and almost whining
softly as I massaged his cock through the fabric of his shorts.  I moved my
hand to his nipple.  "Oh yeah, fuck me.  Fuck me, you sassy bitch."  I
reached around and felt his sculpted back as it gently tapered into his round
ass.  I squeezed, and he gave a little whimper, and pressed his cock against
mine.  I was in agony.  I had to fuck him, and I had to do it soon.  "All
right, but let me do it," he whispered as he licked my earlobe.

He wiggled out of his umbros, and tossed them to the side.  Rubbing his thumb
against my pre-cum covered cockhead, he began guiding my hand to his puckered
pink asshole.  "Oh yeah, you're ready."  He got up on his knees, and arched
his back, thrusting his pert bottom into the air.  He had such a perfect ass,
I almost lost it; perfect shape, smooth, lightly tanned. . . it almost made
me cum right there!  "Fuck me, you bitch.  Fuck me in my ass.  Fuck me!"

I got on my knees behind him, and spread his legs apart a little, and pressed
the tip of my cock against his crack, rubbing it gently.  He wiggled his ass
a little, and whimpered.  "Come on!  Fuck me!"  He pressed back against me,
and I thrust my cock deep inside his fuckhole.  He gyrated back and forth in
a smooth motion, pulling my cock with his tight ass ring, and I started
pumping my cock into his ass like a boy possessed.  I kept pumping, and
thrusting my cock deeper and deeper into his beautiful, round ass that pulled
me deeper and deeper into him as he whined, whimpered, and wiggled his ass
around my throbbing cock.

All of a sudden, I felt a building tension, like a locomotive headed for the
wall of a mountain, and I started to spasm, sending jet after jet of warm,
salty cum deep into Julian's ass.  Julian spasmed, and let out a low moan,
and he splattered his cum all over the rock beneath us.  We stayed in that
position for a minute, then fell to the ground, spent and ready for some rest.

I hung out with Julian all the way through High School, when he had to leave
for another state because of his dad's job.  But I still hear from him
occasionally.