Date: Tue, 4 Mar 2008 12:20:15 -0800 (PST)
From: rynsloth@prodigy.net
Subject: High School Choir, Chapter 5

	This story is loosely based on my own experience in high school.
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High School Choir, Chapter 5


	After what we had just done, and cleaning up, we did what any two
teenagers would do, we raided the fridge!  For some odd reason we had
worked up quite the appetite and wasted no time in stuffing ourselves full
of food.  We watched some TV, then decided to head out to the pool for a
few hours to swim, saun and see what mischief we could get into.  We swam,
talked, dunked each other and generally played around in the water for a
few hours, then decided to sun ourselves on the deck chairs.

	We dried off and laid our towels on the loungers to relax.  Being
rather fair skinned, I opted for some sun block before laying down so as
not to fall asleep and wake up looking like a cooked lobster.  Chris
covered my back for me and I did the same for him.  Nothing sexual at that
point, just two friends hanging out together.  We lay out for quite some
time I think, I actually did fall asleep!  When I awoke, I looked over, and
Chris was absent-mindedly fondling his package through his swim shorts.

	"Don't you ever get enough of yourself?" I asked.

	"If not you or your hand, I might as well use my own!" He replied.

	"Show me" I demanded.

	Chris continued to grope himself in a somewhat suggestive manner,
all the while looking at me and the front of my shorts to guage my
reaction.  I was trying to remain expressionless, but my own cock was
betraying me.  I started to harden in my shorts and the outline of my teen
cock was now becomming visible.  I reached down to adjust myself, and Crhis
told me not to touch myself, but just to watch and enjoy the performance he
was about to give me.  I did as je asked and took my hand away from my
crotch and watched him as he began to really get into pleasuring himself.
He untied his shorts, and slipped a hand inside them, his other hand moving
deftly to his nipples to rub them and occasionally give them a little
twist.  I was really starting to get turned on watching my friend
pleasuring himself.  I could feel my own erection calling out for
attention, but fought the urge and continued to watch Chris and one hand
slowly moved up and down in his swim shorts.

	"That is really hot to watch....you're killing me here, you know
that?" I asked.

	"Just relax and enjoy." Was his response.

	He slowly loosened the front of his shorts some more and pushed the
front down slightly, to afford me a better view of his hand, but no view
yet of his hard meat.  I did see the hairs of his treasure trail glisten in
the sun and disappear under the front of his shorts though, and was
fascinated.  I could feel my own cock starting to drool pre cum into the
front of my shorts, and could see the wet spot start to form on the front
where my head was straining at the fabric to escape.  Chris moved the front
of his shorts down a little more and I could just see the head of that
marvelous cock above the waistband, as it slid in and out of his hand.  A
small drop of pre cum had formed at the tip, and Chris picked it up and
brought it to his lips, licking it seductively off his finger.  My own cock
was now screaming for some attention, a display not un-noticed by Chris,
who smiled at me and pushed his shorts down his legs, exposing his whole
cock and balls for me to watch as he resum
 e!  d stroking his meat.  The wet spot on my trunks was now much larger,
and Chris got up off his lounger and walked over to me.

	"A little turned on are you?"  He asked.

	"Very much so, as you can probably tell."  I answered.

	"Good, but still don't touch."  He said to me, as my eyes pleaded
with him.

	He stroked his cock harder and a little faster now, rubbing his ass
as he stood over me.  I didn't know if I could hold out for too much
longer, and told him so.  He just grinned and concentrated on what he was
doing.  He took a big drop of pre cum off the tip of his cock and offered
it to me.  I sucked on his finger as if it was the only source of
nourishment I had had in weeks.  He continued to stroke his finger in and
out of my mouth, as though it were a cock, and I continued to suck on it
for him.  He withdrew his finger from my mouth and reached around behind
himself and slowly stuck it into his ass.  I was still lying there on the
deck lounger, dying a slow, lingering death as he masturbated over me and
would not allow me to touch myself.  Chris was now puching his finger in
and out of his ass, and turned around to give me a good show of what he was
doing to himself.  I pleaded with him to join him, but he continued to tell
me no and not to touch myself.

	After a few more minutes of this, Chris stopped what he was doing
and looked down at me.  Sweat was pouring down my face and chest, my shorts
were tented with a huge wet spot on the front, my breathing was rapid.
Chris just looked at me, tsk'ed and told me we needed to do something about
my condition.  He walked over to me, reached down and untied the tie of my
shorts.  He started to slide them down me, and I lifted my butt off the
lounger so he could pull them all the way off me, my cock making and
audible smack as it sprang back against my body.  A huge drop of pre cum
formed at the tip of my cock, and Chris took his finger and smeared it
around the engorged head, making it shine in the afternoon sun.  He then
stratled the lounger, and stood over me, resuming the beating of his teen
cock right in front of me.  I raised my hands to grab him, but again my
efforts were thwarted and he told me to lie still and just enjoy the show.
I watched with great fascination as he strok
 e!  d his meat and slowly lowered his ass towards my cock.  His low
hanging balls touched the top of my cock, causing it to jump.  As quickly
as he descended, he lifted his balls off my cock, all the while not missing
a stroke on his own cock.  He lowered himself again, this time stroking my
cock with his ballsack, moving up and down my shaft with just his balls
touching me.  The feeling was something I had never felt before and could
probably never accurately describe.  It was as if a thousnad tiny fingers
were gently caressing my rock hard cock, but just barely touching it.  Pre
cum was leaking out of the tip of my cock, and causing a small pool on my
belly.  Chris noted this, stepped back, ran his hand through my pre cum and
resumed stroking his meat, but faster now as he slowly gyrated over me, his
balls just barely touching me.  I could tell by the look on his face that
he was getting close now, and I encouraged him to shoot his load.

	As if on cue, I saw his cockhead swell and several cannon shots of
cum flew out of the end of his cock, landing in my hair, on my face, chest
cock and balls.  I wasn't sure he was going to stop shooting at all, but
eventually the flow ebbed, and he stood there holding his cum covered cock
in his hand, looking down at me.  He took his cock and smeared it all over
my face, rubbing his cum into my skin wherever it was.  He scooped some of
his cum off my chest, and fed it to me as I greedliy lapped it off his
fingers.  My own cock was still as hard as a steel pole and begged for
relief.

	"Want to get off now?" He asked.

	"Yes," I pleaded, "Please let me cum."

	"OK, but you cannot touch yourself."  He said.

	"Then how am I going to get off?" I asked.

	"Like this." He said, and he took a cum covered finger and quickly
shoved it into my butthole.  Within seconds he had found my prostate and
was rubbing it furiously as I writhed and twisted beneath him.  Suddenly I
went over the edge and wave after wave of orgasm hit me as my cock spewed
forth gobs and gobs of thick hot white molten cum.  Shot after shot covered
my chest, my face and all over my belly as I realized it was possible to
cum without touching myself.  The orgasm was the most intense I had had so
far in my life.  I couldn't wait to try to top this one.  As I came down
from my orgasmic high, Chris spread the cum all over my skin so I looked
like a turkey being basted and readied for the Thanksgiving oven, and boy
did I have something to be greatful for right at that moment!

	"Let's swim." Chris said as he dove into the pool.

	I jumped up and followed him into the water, wondering if his
father would find a big glob of boy cum in the skimmer the next time he
cleaned the pool.  As we swam, i thought about what we had just done.  I
really got into the semi-domination thing and started to formulate in my
mind how to do this back to Chris.  Hmmmm.  maybe later this evening....


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