Date: Tue, 4 Sep 2007 21:05:02 -0700 (PDT) From: Jeff Subject: Playing Ball (Part 2) Read the disclaimers from Part 1 - no need to be repetitive here! Write to me! ****************************************************************** Playing Ball (Part 2) Smokin' in the Boys Room History class is the most boring fucking hour of my school day. Mr. Jenkins can talk longer and say less than any human being I've ever met! The only two things that keep me awake through it all are thinking about baseball practice after class and the sight of my new pal Sean sitting directly across from me. It had only been two days since our encounter in the showers and we'd gotten to know each other pretty well, eating lunch with the same group, grabbing a coke between classes, and eying each other during class. Turns out that, in addition to being about the sexiest guy I've ever met, he's pretty smart and a lot of fun to hang out with! Indian Summer was making itself felt in Texas, with hot days and cool nights, so we were allowed to wear our "school uniform" shorts to class. Most of us passed on the offer, as they made us look like little Catholic postmen! But Sean had chosen to wear his. I was glad; his long muscled legs kept me entertained during class. His firm tanned skin looked almost hairless until you got close enough to see the thick blond fur running in swirls, emerging from his tan shorts and tucking inside his white high-tops. As old man Jenkins droned on about the Magna Carta, I lost myself in thoughts about Sean and me in the showers on Tuesday. My cock grew uncomfortable as my khakis tightened at the crotch, pinching my shaft in the starched creases. Reaching down discreetly, I pulled my pole to the side and left my hand in place to run my fingernails across the sensitive head. My eyes went back to Sean's legs as my evil little mind plotted the things I was going to do with him when he spent the night at my house on Friday. Feeling me looking, he glanced in my direction and we grinned at each other from across the aisle. His eyes dropped down to my crotch and saw my fingers running across my hard cock. Mimicking my actions, he reached below the writing surface of his desk and cupped his filling crotch, massaging his balls with his fingers. I could see his hard shaft tunneling a path under the cloth, lengthening and pushing the fabric up. We began a discreet game of "keep away" - from Mr. Jenkins! Our hands were busy with our dicks as we both grinned and stifled our laughter. Innocent enough, I guess; just a couple of boys playing a little pocket-pool. But the idea that there were students all around us (albeit in varying states of coma from the lecture) added a sense of excitement to our innocent little game. Mr. Jenkins was making some no-doubt thrilling point about Pope Innocent III as my fingernail massage grew into a full-fledged case of self abuse. My shaft throbbed in tune to my increasing heart beat as I focused on the soft hair of Sean's legs and imagined running my hands across that muscled flesh. He seemed to be doing pretty well himself as his zipper strained to contain the steely pole threatening to break through! Reaching under his shaft, Sean pulled his cock upward and closed his fist most of the way around his meat, massaging himself in rough strokes through the cloth. His embarrassed grin widened as his eyes caught mine and we both looked around to see if anyone had caught onto our game. No one had, and the heat was on! Pushing my cock hard into the warm skin between my legs, I felt the soft head slide across my groin in a pool of pre-cum. Drawing my dick sideways, I stroked the head against the smooth flesh of my inner thigh and flushed with excitement. Sean released a loud involuntary moan of pleasure as Mr. Jenkins extolled the virtues of a reigned-in monarchy (I'd never realized my buddy was so passionate about that subject). Quickly placing his hands back on his desk and leaning forward to conceal the tent in his shorts, he worked to replace his stifled giggle with a studious face as a couple of our classmates grinned in his direction. Just when I thought my cock would surely explode, our teacher concluded his compelling lecture and did the unthinkable. He dismissed class a good five minutes early! Jumping up from my desk and covering my bulging crotch with my books (as did about half the guys in class every time they got up!) I leaned over Sean's desk and whispered urgently. "Boy's Room, you fucker - NOW!" Sean grinned and slid his legs out of the desk, covering his crotch as I spied a large wet spot close to his pocket. Man, I love a long leaky dick! We rushed toward the Boys room while trying not to seem too obvious. Luckily, given that it was the last class of the day and we were out early, we had the room to ourselves. Laughing like a couple of idiots, I shoved my teammate into the large stall in the corner. Tearing at our zippers, we dropped our pants in record time. "Shit, Jeff! Don't EVER fucking do that again, man! You are gonna SO get us nailed getting me that hard in the middle of class!" "Didn't see you complaining, shithead!" I joked "Now hand me that cock!" I pushed Sean down onto the toilet and examined his rigid pole. In my judgment it was in need of a good cleaning and I was just the man for the job! I stuck my tongue out and leered up at Sean's face like a smartass little kid. Keeping my fleshy tongue obscenely extended, I lowered my face to his crotch and slurped the ball juice off the tip of his cock. Licking in fat strokes, I cleaned every last drop of the oily nectar from his base to his head. Sean leaned back against the cold steel pipes and spread his legs as wide as they would go, moaning in rhythm to my strokes. I ran my hands through the thick blond fur and caressed his calves with my fingers. His legs shook as my hands found his ball sack and lifted his heavy nuts to my mouth. With both his balls cupped in the palm of my hand, I nuzzled the flesh with my lips and felt the nuggets slide along my tongue. Releasing his nuts, I brought my face up and plunged onto Sean's hard shaft, engulfing his hot pole down to his soft blond pubes. My buddy grunted and pushed his crotch up to hammer my face. His smooth abdomen pressed against my forehead as he bottomed his rock hard cock down my throat. Smooth balls rolled under my chin and drew up tight against his groin. I pulled off quickly, trying to delay his orgasm for one more minute. Too late, though, a thick blast of cum splattered against my cheek as I dove back into his crotch to capture the rest of his load. "Ummff!" he grunted as his cock jerked and spewed a torrent of sweet hot ball batter across my tongue. Driving his crotch forward, he pounded my face, burying my nose in his hot flesh. Tremors racked his slender body as his orgasm radiated out from his core. Creamy white cum flowed down my throat as his spasms drained his fat balls. Slumping back against the porcelain, Sean lay sprawled across the toilet with his feet spread on the floor and his back pressed against the cold steel pipes running back into the tiled wall. His face was a blank as his eyes focused on mine. Standing up and planting my feet on the floor between his outstretched legs, I gathered his slick cum off my cheek and brought it down to coat my hard leaking shaft. Fisting my cock, looking down at his sweaty torso, I jerked in furious strokes. Feeling the signs of a mind-blowing orgasm approach, I grunted with pleasure and took a mental picture of the hot teen spread out before me. The slime from my own cock mixed with the Sean-juice I'd wiped off my cheek, making a loud snapping sound as I fisted myself. Weakly, my teammate reached up with one hand and cupped my swaying balls, massaging them gently as I worked to tear my cock out by its roots. With a loud grunt my legs seized and I gripped my dick tightly as a flood of cum rocketed out the shaft, hitting Sean squarely in the chest, leaving a long white streak on the navy blue of his uniform shirt. My knees buckled as I pushed my pole down to aim away from his clothing. Cum shot out in waves, the hard spurts turning to dribbles as white cream dripped from my cock head to form pools on his muscled legs. Exhausted, I leaned against the stall wall and grinned down at my cum-streaked buddy. Another mental photo was taken for future jerk-off sessions! I sank to my knees to clean the white slime off Sean's legs. Thick blonde fur matted against tanned skin as I flattened my tongue on his hot flesh and slurped my seed back into my body. Carefully scrubbing him clean, I lifted his balls and captured a small rivulet of juice trying to make its getaway between his smooth thighs. Looking up, I noted the Lewinski-style evidence left on Sean's uniform shirt. "Fuck, Sean, look at your shirt! How the hell are you going to explain that?" Grinning, Sean pulled the slimy cloth up from his chest and sucked up the deposit I'd left. "Guess it's a good thing I wore a T-shirt!" he said as he unbuttoned the soiled garment. "I can rinse it out when I get home and get extra brownie-points from Mom for trying to avoid a stain!" A plan in place, we pulled ourselves together and headed out to practice.