Date: Wed, 25 Apr 2001 20:11:20 -0700 (PDT) From: Tim Sanders Subject: Tim And Mike Sanders DISCLAIMER: I own this story, I wrote it...If you wanna use parts of it for whatever just ask, I could really care less, but I'd prefer being asked nevertheless. If you are under 18, don't read on. If you are offended by gayness yadda yadda yadda then leave now...But if you've made it this far, it's no mistake, so read on... I also wrote "Seventh Grade April Fools" in the "Young Friends" category, for whoever is interested. E-Mail: Tim Sanders Enjoy the story! Entering High School was probably one of the greatest things that ever happened to me. Sure, we got tons more work and we stayed at school longer - But the freedom we got was well worth it. Being able to go to the cafeteria whenever you had free time to snack, being able to leave for the bathroom without a special "Pody Pass" the teacher had to lend you...It was just great. Myself, I've always been a fan of meeting new people. Now, I guess you could call me a social guy. I have a lot of friends, my philosophy on life is I accept anyone who accepts me; this philosophy has not only allowed me to be open about being gay, but it has boasted my self confidence and my self-esteem, allowed me to be open about who I am which gives me a great feeling of pride, and also meet some great new friends. My name is Tim. I'm about 5'7", a freshman, with blonde hair and bluish green eyes. They are a weird color, but many people have told me that I am good looking. Where I live, I am one of only a few gay kids in my school, but generally nobody cares about me. Some of them they do mind, but that's because they are really flamboyant (no offense to anyone, I don't mind it - Just straight guys often do) and can make guys feel uncomfortable. I am pretty respectful about a straight guy's standpoint in the dating pool, and so I just let them do their thing, and we get along fine. The reason High School was such a big time for me was because in my town, there were two separate schools for K-8, and then 9-12 there was only one big high school. Now granted, the one I went to was much larger than the other, but nevertheless I was excited about the new people I would get to meet resulting from the merge. My friend Jake and I have always had lockers next to each other, since our last names are so close (Fleszar and Fitzgerald). But this year, we suddenly found ourselves split apart, with a newcomer jammed in between us. His name was Mike Fitzpatrick. I didn't know very much about him to start, except that he was not only a great soccer player, but rumor had it he also had a phenomenal talent for singing. That was intriguing to me, as it seemed sort of like and odd mix. Nevertheless, I looked forward to seeing him at soccer tryouts. Tryouts came and went. We both made the team (I was goalie, he defense) which made me happy. After having our lockers so close together, and being together at soccer everyday after school, the two of us gradually developed a friendship. He turned out to be a really great guy, fun to talk about. He was very close to his whole family, which is something I have always admired as that sort of this is more or less dying as time goes on (not in my family, though). One day in mid October, the team had just won a great game (6 to 1), and we were all very happy. While the other guys went and showered to go home, a few of us, Mike among them, played a little game of 3 on 3. As time went on, it became 2 on 2, one guy subbing, then just 2 on 2, then 1 on two (my friend Ryan versus Mike and I), and then just the two of us. By the time our game had come to a climactic hault, everyone had already showered and gone home. Coach left us a note with the key, telling us to just turn off the lights and lock then door when we left, and he'd get the key back tomorrow. "Well, we ought to hit the showers," I said when we got inside. "Yeah," Mike said back. "Man, between those two games, I don't think I have enough energy to stay up in the shower." "LOL." One of my dorkiest idiosyncrasies is I use internet slang in my everyday speech. It's kind of become a part of my personality that people began to expect. "Well, try your best." We both undressed and headed towards the showers. They obviously were completely empty except for us. As we showered, we made small talk about the game, his old school, my being gay. "It really doesn't bother me, I don't know why, I guess you're just cool about it," he remarked. "Well I try to be, I mean if I were a straight guy the last thing I'd want is having to feel uncomfortable every time a certain gay guy is in the room, so I just try my best to blend in. So far, it's working." "Yes, it is. I mean, most guys I'd feel uncomfortable showering with, especially alone, but I don't feel that at all with you." "Well thanks, but like I said, I'm not the type of guy who'll try to sneak peeks that I shouldn't be seeing." "I don't mind that at all, I believe that no matter what your sexual orientation is, we are all men, why should we have to hide our bodies from one another?" This sort of took me aback. I guess I just wasn't expecting it. "Yeah, I pretty much feel that way." "And the other thing is, why do guys feel it necessary to not talk about certain things with certain people. Like some guys will only talk about their dick sizes and how much they jerk off with their close friends, but hide it from everyone else." "Yeah that's lame, I'll tell anyone who asks me. I've got nothing to hide." This guy knew just how to create humor in any situation. "Oh really? How big are you, and how many times a day?" It was obviously sarcastic, but kind of funny. I replied in an honest, but mocking tone. "4 limp, 7 and a half hard, and usually twice a day." He let out a sinister laugh. "Ha ha, my friend, I've got you beaten. 5 limp, 9 hard, and twice a day." I kept it going. "Yeah right, you wish!" "Seriously, look!" Even though I shouldn't have, I turned my head as if it were a reflex to the word "LOOK." Kind of like if you tell someone, "don't look down," of course that's the first thing they'll do. What I saw was pretty amazing for a freshmen. He wasn't lying, his limp dick looked right around 5 inches long, but it wasn't horribly fat. I acted pretty nonchalant. "Ah, you've got me beat in length, but I take the gold medal for width, my friend. I wasn't lying. Although I was only average in length, I was pretty thick. "Yeah, I get really thick when I am hard, watch." He stroked his dick with his eyes closed, and within less than a minute he'd popped a full blown hard on. Again, he spoke only of the truth; he WAS 9 inches, and it DID get much thicker. But I knew I had him beat. "No, YOU watch." I jerked myself till I'd reached my maximum potential, and then struck a pose to show it off. When I was hard, I was about as big around as a petite girl's wrist. He looked at my dick. "Yeah, yeah..." he mumbled. "It's not the size of it that counts, it's what you can do with it under the sheets." I agreed quickly. "You're absolutely right, Mike. Ask Luke Johnston what mine can do, he'll be happy to fill you in." He let out a laugh. "I'll do that, but only if YOU promise to ask Luke Johnston about how I am." My mouth dropped. He must have meant to say it to shock me, and by all means it worked. He looked at me with a childlike grin. "LOL, surprised, huh?" His use of internet slang made him sound cute. "Um, YEAH! When was all this? And why are you still in the closet?" "Well, Tim, I can't really come out because it would cause a lot of tension in my household; I have a gay cousin, I asked his advice and he said to keep it in for a little while. And to answer your question, this was in September." "Oh, geez, I dated Luke this past summer. I guess that clears it all up." "Yes it does, except-" "-Except what?" I eagerly asked. He acknowledged his hard on. "Now that we've gotten these, how are we going to get RID of them?" I let out a scheming grin. "Oh, I think I can find use for that." With that, I pulled him into a passionate kiss and ran my hands over his entire body, paying special attention to his firm ass cheeks and his chest. I went down on my knees and stuck his whole 9 inches into my mouth with one large swallow. I gagged when I tried to deepthroat, so I had to let a little bit out. But from what Luke had told me, I am excellent at oral sex. And now from the way mike is moaning, I knew he wouldn't second the notion. "Oh, yeah, Tim! Take it all!" Just as he said it, I released his dick from my mouth. He opened his eyes and looked down at me in horror. "Tim-" I interrupted him by putting my index finger to my lips, telling him to be quiet. Then, I bent over on my knees and told him to give me all he has. With that, he moved in slowly. I felt the tip of his dick poking my asshole, and then without much trouble it went in. What later became painful is when he stuck it ALL in; I may have been loose due to my sexcapades with Luke, but nothing could have prepared me for having Mike's dick go in three inches deeper than Luke's ever had. Nevertheless, I enjoyed every second of it. We both moaned in ecstasy, this was very pleasing for us both. It didn't take him long to climax. "Oh, Tim, I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" With that, he pulled his dick out so that only his head remained inside, then plowed his whole dick into me with one strong thrust so that his balls his my asscheeks. His come shot out and painted my insides. I've never felt anything to incredible. Luke always came only a little; Mike came and came and came so that it was dripping out between my asshole and his dick. When he finally stopped, he took it out of me and said, "Now, it's your turn." He bent over right in front of me. His ass also looked pretty loose, like I wouldn't have too much trouble getting in. I stuck my palm between my asscheeks to get as much of his remaining cum as I could, then I rubbed it over my dick as a lube. Without warning, I went forward and plunged right in. He let out a shout of pain, as he'd never had anything so wide in him before. After about two minutes of slow fucking, the pain went away and he started begging for more. I increased my speed, and was about to climax. With that, I stopped with my dick fully in him, and just let it sit in the same spot as I splurged inside of him, crying out in ecstasy. When I had finished, I removed my dick from his asshole, followed by a waterfall of my cum pouring out of his ass. With that, we rinsed off and headed out. After we put on our clothes and locked up, we talked as we walked home, and the sex didn't come up once. It was a purely intellectual, interesting conversation that never died. It was wonderful. As we walked by his house, I walked him to the door. Before he left, I leaned in and gave him a quick kiss. "See ya tomarrow." With that, I walked home as my new lover entered his own, completely unaware of what the future had to hold for both of them. THE END What did you think? Send me comments, I like to know how things are going!