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Do It Again, Part 11 by Greg Scott ----------------------------- All the usual stuff about you must be old enough in your jurisdiction, etc. In other words, if you are underage, don't read this unless you have a really cool teacher who assigned it. Otherwise, come back in a few years, when nobody will yell at you. ------------------------------ The next day at school, I kept worrying that I would somehow run into Jake. There was really no reason that I should even though the junior high shared the same building with the high school. The kids in junior high started and ended their school day later than we did. They were on the same schedule as the little kids. They even ate lunch with the little kids. That was one of the best things about being in high school; I didn't have to eat lunch with all the noisy children.Alan and I sat together during lunch. Of course, there were other students near us, so our conversation was a little subtle. "You were better at bowling than I thought you would be," Alan was the first to raise our Monday night adventures. "Other stuff, too." "Yeah, it was a lot of fun," I replied. "Hey how about coming over to my house to spend the night Saturday night. We can go bowling again, if you want." "Is Sarah coming, too?" I asked, partly out of curiosity but mostly to make the conversation seem more innocent to anyone who might be listening. "No," Alan replied. "She's going to visit her aunt with her family this weekend. She won't be back until Sunday." "Okay. I'll have to ask my mom, but that should be okay," I committed. "I think Rich might be coming, too." "Cool," I said, feeling a surge of excitement. When Alan mentioned Rich, I knew this had to be part of the big plan. I didn't like having to be sneaky, but there didn't seem to be any other way that Rich and I could be together without getting us both into trouble. After school, right before I needed to get to the athletic locker room to get ready for practice, I went to my locker as usual. As I opened the door a tightly folded piece of paper fell out. I unwrapped it, hoping that maybe Rich had written me a note. One I had completely unfolded it, I read, "Hey T, I'm going to be at the same place this afternoon. Stop by unless I'm already busy. J." I think getting a note from Jake, especially after I had been hoping that it was from Rich, was even worse that it would have been if I had actually seen him at school. It made me mad at him, but I think that I got even madder at myself for letting my horniness get me involved with that jerk in the first place. I had a crappy practice. Getting that note really distracted me. I dropped two passes that should have been easy for me and another one that was thrown above my head but still a catchable ball. On the last play before coach whistled the end of practice, I ran the wrong pattern. That was the first time I had done that since the first week of summer training. "Hey Tyler," Alan called to me as I was getting onto my bike. "Hi Alan." "What was wrong with you at practice? You never drop balls like that." "Just one of those days," I decided to explain by not explaining. "Get it together, man," he said, patting me on the back. "You could get some playing time Friday night if your practice is good enough tomorrow." "I'll try," I said, grateful for Alan's words of encouragement but mad at myself for letting Jake get into my head in that way. I almost wrecked my bike. What I saw ahead at the roadside park was like the perfect ending to a thoroughly miserable day. Rich's car was parked near the bathroom building. As I got closer, even worse, I could see that the car was empty. I pulled in for a closer look. It definitely was Rich's car, and nobody was in it. I looked toward to building. As I expected, there, leaning against the wall next to the door, was Jake's bicycle. I was pissed off, although I knew that I didn't really have a right to be. If Rich was in there sucking off Jake, that was no different from what I had done yesterday at about the same time. Even though it didn't make sense, I was still mad. I decided to see if I could catch them in the act. I pushed the door open as slowly as possible. Once I had opened it about a foot, too small a space for me to squeeze through, there was a squeak. I heard hurried rustling inside, and I imagined both Jake and Rich panicked sitting on their respective toilets wondering who had entered their sanctuary. I needed to disguise my failure in some way, so I hurried over to the urinal. I just stood there for a while. I didn't even pull out my cock. I counted to thirty, slowly, figuring that would be how long somebody might need to take a leak. I turned away from the urinal, pushed my zipper half way down then back up again in order to make a sound that might make sense. I took the necessary few steps to the door, walking as noisily as I could to signal my departure. I pushed the door all the way open and let it close on its own. I stayed inside and held my breath. For quite a while, I heard nothing. Finally, I saw what I recognized as Jake's shoes under the stall wall shuffle over toward the wall with the big hole in it. Apparently he was ready to resume. I waited to hear if the occupant of the other stall would fall for my trick as well. I figured I must have fooled Rich too, because I heard movement in that stall, although I couldn't see under that one. Now what? I began to hear the familiar slurping sounds, and I heard Jake mumble something unintelligible, but the tone sounded as if he was very happy with what was happening to him. I took a step toward the stall door. I peered through the crack at the door, and I saw Jake pressed firmly against the wall, lined up perfectly for his cock to be through the hole. He looked in my direction and grinned at me. He didn't look at all surprised. I think he knew that I was inside all along. He just didn't care. I decided it was now or never. I silently eased myself to the next stall's door crack. I stepped close enough for a clear view, some solid evidence. I wasn't sure what I would do when I was looking in on Rich, my boyfriend, blowing the school nerd. I thought that I might just take off as fast as I could. I also considered yelling at him. The other alternative, I decided, was just to say calmly, "Hey, Rich. Having a good time?" Once I actually could see well through the crack, I didn't do any of those things. What I saw was a guy sucking like crazy on a dick that had been in my mouth about twenty-four hours earlier. He was clearly too focused on his task to ever look in my direction. However, the guy that I saw wasn't Rich at all. It was Rich's dad! I was shocked, embarrassed and as turned on as I had been the day before when I made my big mistake of doing just what Rich's dad was doing now, falling for that magnificent cock that was in his mouth now and had been in mine the previous day. There was some irony, but I don't think I realized it at the time. "I think I'm wet enough now," Jake's voice startled me. I moved quickly to a position outside the door of the stall from which I couldn't be identified. I listened to the movement for a while before I again moved into a position to be able to see the events unfold. Rich's dad had turned around, facing away from the hole in the wall. He bent at the waist as I caught a glimpse of a cock that didn't look at all like his son's. He pushed his ass back so that it was lined up with the hole, and then I saw Jake's big cock push into my boyfriend's dad's rear end. It looked to me that Jake mostly just stood in position as his partner backed up slowly onto his stiff rod. I was amazed as I watched the adult move further and further until his ass made contact with the metal of the stall. I saw Rich's dad move in jerks that indicated that Jake must be pounding the older guy who had outstretched his arms bracing himself against the opposite wall. I changed perspectives, sneaking a peak at Jake, now. My assessment was confirmed. Jake was moving his cock like a piston. It would appear in my field of vision briefly, only to be just as quickly out of sight and inside the awaiting ass. This was too much for my weak will power. I unzipped my jeans and pulled my stiff cock out into the stale air of the bathroom. I started to whack myself as fast as I ever have. Jake watched me as I jacked off. He seemed to be inspired by my rapid movements as he picked up his own speed to match mine. "We have a friendly audience," Jake said. "Good," said Rich's dad. "Are you about ready to cum?" Jake asked. "I'm getting close," said the man. I looked into the other stall, and I saw the man urgently stroking his own cock. I could now see what made his dick look so much different that his son's. He was not circumcised. His cock head would appear, and then disappear with each stroke. Watching this was a new experience for me. "You might want to hold off," Jake said. "I think you have another customer waiting for your services." Jake turned to look at me. I was shooting angry looks through the crack in Jake's door. I was shaking my head as violently as I stroked my cock. "He's really good, man," Jake said. "He's a bigger faggot than you are. He just can't get enough cock." "That's true," agreed the man. "Hang around and I'll take care of you, too." "Oh, fuck," Jake shouted right before he began the squeal that I recognized from the previous day's encounter. The expression on his face showed the intensity of his orgasm as he shot his load deep inside my lover's dad's ass. Even though I knew I couldn't do it, the thought of me shooting my own cum into that same, now slick ass turned me on even more. The thought of me getting sucked by him, allowing me to compare his technique to that of his offspring inspired me, too. I can't deny it; I wanted to make it with Rich's father. Jake's screaming finally stopped. Just as he had done with me, he withdrew quickly from the glory hole, pulled up his pants, opened the stall door and walked out of the building. "He's all yours," he said to me as he passed. My pants were around my ankles, but I shuffled into the now vacant stall. I turned around and locked the door. "Let me suck you," said the voice from the other side. "No," I whispered. "Do you want to fuck me, then?" he asked hopefully. "No," I exhaled mostly air to disguise my voice fearing recognition, although Rich's dad probably wouldn't even recognize my voice at full volume. "Why not?" "I don't want to." "Please let me suck you. You have a great cock," he tried flattery. "I can't," I said. "Why not?" he asked. I thought for a moment that I might tell him that I knew his son, but I didn't want him to know that his boy hung around with a gay kid. That could instill suspicion sometime later. "You can watch me jack off," I said, hoping that would stop his pleading. "Okay," he said. I turned sideways, figuring that would provide the better view. I was extremely close to cumming already. "Turn toward the hole," he said. I wordlessly complied with his wishes. "Move closer to the hole." I did. I could no longer see even the movement of his arms as he, himself, masturbated. "Are you close," he asked. "Oh, yeah," I half whispered and half moaned. My first shot zipped through the hole like a missle. "That's great," he said almost shouting his encouragement. I unconsciously stepped back a half step, so that I could have a better sense of what he was doing, although my vision was still restricted because of the angle. On my second shot, I saw that he had apparently bent over or knelt. That one hit his chin with a splat. I watched as he unsuccessfully tried to reach it with his tongue. By the time my third volley arced through the hole, Rich's dad had perfected his timing. It landed right on his extended tongue. After I was finished, he asked, "Can I clean you off?" "No thanks," I whispered, barely able to find the breath to respond at all. "Do you want to watch me?" "I guess," I said, although there was actually no guessing on my part. I wanted to watch whatever he did with the greatest interest. He stood upright, turned and took a seat on the toilet. I adjusted my position for a better view, making sure not to get into a position where he could see my face. He stopped rubbing his dick long enough to unbutton his dress shirt. He leaned back, getting comfortable in what was clearly a familiar environment for him. I lowered my angle a bit to gaze at the blond hair on his chest. I had never looked in this way at a hairy chest before. Despite just having cum, I could feel that I was getting turned on again. I hadn't pulled up my pants, yet, so I glanced at my cock and it was still nearly as hard as it had been earlier. I imagined my hands exploring that chest hair. I thought about how my tongue would feel as I licked his huge nipples. I could almost feel the strands on his hairy chest resisting my movement. His hand started to move the skin on his dick up and down. I watched mesmerized as he manipulated the uncut cock. His tempo was slow, slower than I had ever tried jacking off myself. With his free hand, he grabbed his balls. It looked like he was giving them a soft massage. He had blond hair on his scrotum, too. I had a desire to hold those balls in my mouth, to feel the hairs on my tongue. When his jacking hand was at the top, I couldn't even see the pee slit. When it slid all the way to the bottom, the head was totally visible. It was kind of a red color. Actually, it was almost purple. I didn't even realize that I was stroking myself again, but this time I was doing it at the same speed as Rich's dad. I watched the man, but I actually concentrated just as much on the different sensations that I felt at this slower speed. The man continued his easy stoking pace as he moved the hand that had just been playing with his big balls further back. He leaned a little forward to be able to reach his target. I knew what he was doing, even though I couldn't see everything as clearly as I would have liked. He had stuck a finger into his ass. Actually, maybe he had more than one finger there. I decided to do that to myself, too. "Are you jacking again?" he asked. "Yeah," I said. "I have my finger in my ass, too." "You must be a teenager," he said. "Try two fingers." "Yeah," I said as I inserted a second digit. "Are you going to cum, again?" "Maybe," I replied. "Can I show you something?" "I don't know," I was skeptical. "I promise I won't try to suck you. Just stick your cock through the hole." I actually obeyed his request this time. He stood. I heard him move closer, and I wondered if he was going to go back on his promise. In a way, I hoped that he would suck me or back his great ass onto me, but I knew that I would be extremely awkward around Rich if that happened. I don't know if I really cared about that right now. He grabbed my cock gently. His hands were soft, but his grip was firm. He placed the tip of his dick right up against the tip of mine. I shivered from the contact like I always do. I couldn't see what he was doing, but I felt something very soft come all the way over my own cock head. "What is that?" I asked. Later I realized that I hadn't whispered the question. "That's my foreskin. This is called 'docking.'" "It feels really good," I said aloud. "I knew it would." He jacked both of our cocks at the same time. When he would go one direction, my dick would be partially covered by his skin. When he went the other direction, my tip would again feel the air. It was amazing, and I felt the cum rising within me quickly. It must have felt good to him, because before my fast approaching climax had arrived I felt his cum surround the end of my dick while it was covered in Rich's dad's skin. That was all it took for me. I started cumming again. He kept up the pace of his movements. His cum didn't seem to shoot as far as mine, but it was much thicker stuff. It filled the connecting skin like a balloon in the process of being inflated. I could tell that there was a lot of it. When we were both finished, he sat down again. I watched as he cleaned the cum from his skin. I knew that part of that was mine. He raised his messy hand upwards, and I could visualize him licking our cum off the hand even though it was out of my sight. I did the same. I had cum, mostly his, all over my dick. I wiped as much as I could onto my hand. I licked eagerly at my palm and fingers. His was almost as thick as the phlegm that you sometimes hack. Of course, it tasted better. "You better leave first," Rich's dad instructed. I did, but once outside I walked around to the back and just waited behind the building until I heard Rich's car leave the park. I didn't want to take a chance on him identifying me through the window as I left. I got on my bike and rode the rest of the way home. I wondered if that park was becoming too much of a habit. I promised myself that I wouldn't stop there again, not matter what car I saw parked there. On the other hand, I knew that I really wanted to do that docking thing again, some time, although hopefully not with my boyfriend's father! 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