Date: Fri, 13 May 2005 08:56:31 -0700 (PDT) From: Carl Philipp Valmont Subject: High School Passion, part 2 The summer holidays were over, and I was eager to go back to school -or, to tell the truth, to see Pierre again. We were in graduating class now, so we were allowed to stroll through the park that surrounded the school or to work in the library while younger boys had to go back to the dormitories. Dinner on the first evening seemed endless to me. I barely listened to the other boys chatting about their holidays, glancing with lust full eyes at Pierre who sat opposite of me. When dinner was at last finished, I followed him in the park, enjoying the warm evening. Without a word, we walked for a while. Our steps led us toward a remote part of the campus, and soon we were alone. Alone together, at least... I went to my knees in front of him, he unzipped his pants, and his beloved cock found its place between my lips. How good it felt to suck him again, after all these weeks, to feel his tender and hot flesh coming to life in my mouth, to taste his semen. After he came, I got up and, my lips and face covered with his overflow, told him a single word:" Thank you". Our routine started over again, every time we could escape for a few moments, we fucked and sucked each other, late in the evening in the showers, in deserted class rooms, in the park. We enjoyed the pleasures our bodies gave us. In the mean time, we both dated girls, he had made love to a girl for the first time during holidays, I followed him a few months after. But still, it was nothing in comparison with the frenzy that overcame us when we where together. There was a new boy in my class. Eric was a tall nice looking boy, half breed (he told me later that his father was White, while his mother was Black ), with full lips, long slender hands, deep green eyes; and good natured. We soon became quite close; we enjoyed talking together, mostly about literature and music. We liked the same authors, shared the same passion for the same books, the same rock bands that were in favor at the time. And Pierre liked him a lot too, although he planned to become an engineer (and indeed he became a very good one, graduating later in the best engineer school in France), he fancied our conversations, said he had a lot to learn in these subjects that were not his majors. Eric's father worked aboard, and his mother went often away with him, so Eric was often on his own. One day he invited us to come to his place for dinner. This could be easily arranged, since Pierre and I were now over 18, so we were not compelled to go back to the dormitories when school was over. That night, lying on the grass after having once more sucked each other dry, I asked Pierre: "What do you think about Eric ? Is he like us?" "I don't know... But I hope he is...." So that evening, Pierre and I were heading for Eric's place. It was still early October, and the weather was fine. We had bought a bottle of white wine on the way. Eric opened the door, led us in. Soon we were seated on a large settee, while he opened the wine and sat in an armchair in front of us. On the table lay trays covered with little sandwiches. We began chitchatting; sipping wine, feeling relaxed. Music was played low. But suddenly I found myself gripping something long and hard that had slipped between the cushions of the settee. I lifted it, and..... I couldn't believe my eyes: it was a dildo of respectable size!! Eric flushed red, stammering and stuttering, but Pierre saved him the trouble of an embarrassing explanation: "Don't worry, Eric, I use the same when Philippe is not around to fill me" "Really?" he was baffled. "But I saw Philippe with Veronique not later than this afternoon" "So what?" I added. "I fuck Veronique, but Pierre was my first lover" After having said that, I got up and knelt in front of Eric. He said nothing letting me unzipping his pants and taking his cock out of his underwear. He had a nice, tempting shaft, with light brown skin. Only when I took him between my lips, he let out a loud sigh, apparently enjoying my caress. I began sucking at his shaft, savoring his taste. As his pecker began to grow, I concentrated on its head, traveling around the rip with the tip of the tongue. From the corner of the eye, I could see Pierre, now entirely naked, sitting on the couch and stroking his own tool. He got up then, kneeling down near me. I took Eric's stiff rod out of my mouth and offered it to him. He took it, sucking eagerly at its deep red head. What a vision it was, my best friend was sucking at a nice cock, I then realized that I had my self a hard on too. While Pierre was doing his best to take all of Eric's cock in his mouth, I didn't stay idle. Crouching lower, I began to lick Eric's smooth, hard balls. They hung well away from his body, and I enjoyed taking one fully in the mouth ant pulling it as if pretending to swallow it. Eric was in heaven, moaning endlessly, grunting when Pierre bit his tender flesh or when I pulled too hard on his balls. He touched us on the shoulder, and reluctantly we got up. He undressed quickly, and soon were we all three stark naked. I grabbed their dicks in both hands and pulled them, making our three heads join. It was like connecting an electric plug, it felt like sparks would burst out of cock holes. We spent some time, rubbing our cocks against each other, massaging our balls. From time to time, one of us would bend forward and add some spit to moisten our swollen knobs. The sight of these tree hard bulging mushrooms was just incredible, I felt so excited. Pierre was now French kissing Eric. From where I stood, I could see their entwined tongues, and joined them. I stoked their smooth and firm asses, occasionally sliding a finger along their cracks. I knelt down behind Eric and began to kiss his cheeks. Pierre did the same in front of him and began to lick his shaft. I spread his ass and discovered his dark brown rosebud. I wanted to taste it, now and here. My tongue struck out, as rigid as a finger, and darted towards this inviting wrinkled hole. He tasted good, fresh from the shower, and had little hair. I was soon inside him, my tongue probing his inner walls. Pierre must have been giving him a good time in the meanwhile, because his hips began to swing back and forth, I had to take an firm grip on his tights. My tongue slid in and out of his hole now wet enough to welcome my finger. As I slid my forefinger inside him, he shouted: "Ohh, yess, I come, ahhh" Without removing my finger from its shelter, I got up quickly, and made it just in time to receive the last shots from his shaft. Pierre had taken the most of it; his lips and cheeks were glistering with white, balmy cream. We shared a long, tasty kiss around Eric's cock, licking it clean from the last remnants of his pleasure. Eric fell on the settee, legs weak, while Pierre and I were still on our knees, kissing and fondling our nipples. "Come here", he asked us after a while. We got up and came towards him, pecker in hand. He alternatively licked us, flicking his tongue from one shaft to the other, rubbing them together, and playing with our balls. I slid a hand between Pierre's cheeks and started fondling at his wet flower. He offered me the same treat and I felt with pleasure his finger slide in and out inside me. Eric's mouth was busy, his tongue hopping from one cock to an other. Droplets of precum oozed from our piss slits, he tasted the crystal liquor, from time to time rubbing his fingers on it and giving them to us to lick. I stepped on the side, contemplating Eric's purple lips working on Pierre's dick. I moved behind him, concentrating on their pleasure. My finger was still frisking inside Pierre's hole. I took Eric 's in my mouth again, until his shaft was shiny with saliva from tip to base. When they both seemed ready, I took Pierre's hip in one hand, Eric's prick in the other and pushed them together. When the two connected, I plugged them, just the tip of Eric's head was now inside Pierre. I made a pause, preventing them with both hands to go deeper. They groaned, obviously wanting to have more - and how I understood them ! But I made them wait, struggling against their will, one to move down, the other to move up... At least, I let them go, and with a deep thrust downward, Pierre impaled himself on Eric's dick. They both moaned loudly, filled with pleasure. I grabbed their balls, feeling their soft skin as the four nuts rolled between my fingers. They felt hard and heavy beneath their the soft skin of the sack. Eric was now fully embedded in Pierre's ass, who rolled back and forth to feel every centimeter of the rod that explored his backside. Leaning on Pierre's back, I grasped his dick and stroked it. Soft at first, it became hard after a few strokes, it's slit oozing droplets of clear liquid. He was now fully at ease, Eric's cock glided effortlessly in and out his welcoming ass. He stretched on his knees as far as he could, before letting himself falling heavily, giving his guts as much meat as they could have. Eric let out a loud shriek, grasped Pierre's hip, and came for the second time. I stroked Pierre faster and harder, while Eric pinched his nipples viciously. His balls tightened, his dick grew reddened, and geysers of male juice erupted, landing heavily on Eric's face, chest and belly. I quickly took him between my lips, receiving the last shots in the mouth. He dismounted Eric, and together we licked his hairless body clean, emphasizing on his erect nipples and full glossy lips. When we were finished, I got up and asked them, pointing at my pecker: "And now, gentlemen, would you please take care of me?" "We will make you beg for mercy, you slut", answered Pierre. They made me sit on the arm chair, legs on the armrests, exposing my dick, balls and asshole to their hungry glances. Pierre sat to my right, Eric to my left, and both stated their tongue- and fingerwork on my flesh. I closed my eyes, and let myself glide in a world of sensuality. It was like if I was connected to the real world by nothing but my erogenous zones. I felt fingers gripping me nipples, I felt fingers intruding my lips, there were tongues liking my cock head, fingers inserted in my hungry ass hole.... And I didn't know whose fingers, whose tongue it was, was it Eric who just stuffed my mouth with the cock I was sucking at? Was it Pierre who sucked my tits, while his hands stroked my shaft? I couldn't tell, nor did I want to know. I just wanted this to go forever The cock I was sucking at was at first flaccid, tasting strongly of the semen it had ejected moments ago. This taste intoxicated me like strong liquor, I wanted to taste it from the source. The more I licked and nibbled, the harder it got, and my efforts were rewarded when I felt it grow harder and harder, until it grew fully, filling my mouth entirely. , leaving temporarily the balmy shelter of our mouths When we left Eric's flat in the early hours of the morning, exhausted and contended, I told Pierre: "It's strange, when I found the dildo, it never occurred to me that it could have belonged to his mother, or his sister..." "Maybe it actually doesn't belong to Eric, after all...." I deeply apoligize if these terms are offending and I still want, see "The Dark Room"