Date: Thu, 27 Jun 2002 20:47:26 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jeff Spencer <ecolio157h700@yahoo.com>
Subject: Locker Room Lovers: Michael's Tale (t/t, oral, anal, mast, hs, romance)

This is a fictional story about boy-boy sex and love. Don't read it if
you're not supposed to. If you like it, check out other great stories by
Jeff Spencer. My stories are listed under "Prolific Net Authors" at
www.nifty.org. If you'd like to write me, I can be found at
ecolio157h700@yahoo.com. Thanks for reading!

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"Eww!" my girlfriend Cindy says. I look up as she adds, "Look at those
two!"

I look across the street where she has her nose pointed, and all I see are
a young couple walking down the sidewalk, holding hands and occasionally
kissing. "What?" I say.

"That was two boys kissing! Didn't you see it?" She says.

"No, sorry," I say, which is a lie. In fact, I had noticed them both
earlier, and I thought that the smaller of the two looked kind of cute, if
he were a girl. I had found my eyes lingering on his ass, imagining that if
he were a girl, that would probably be a pretty nice butt, naked.

Cindy and I walk on to school, where we separate at the door to go to our
respective homerooms. It's the start of my sophomore year at Kennedy High,
and it looks like I might have a chance at making the varsity football
team. I was a pretty good kicker on jv, and also did some punting and
filled in at running back. The jv coach said that if I spent time in the
weight room over the summer, I'd probably get to varsity easily. I'd bulked
up some, and I'm now 5'10" and 170 pounds.

I've got curly black hair, blue eyes, even white teeth, though it looks
like I'll eventually have to get braces, a nice smile (so they say), and a
straight nose. I've got a nice dick (I think) and it's 6-1/2 inches long,
though I don't know if I'll ever get a chance to use it in combat. Cindy's
nice, and she's been my girlfriend for two years, but she's never let me
fuck her. She does jack me off sometimes, but she won't put it in her
mouth. Oh well!

As I walk into homeroom, I see the place is already filled up, except for a
seat behind some little kid with long hair. I head on over and take that
seat, just as the homeroom teacher comes in and closes the door. She goes
through the whole "Welcome to Kennedy High" thing, and then has us give our
names and class. As kids give out the information, I look at the hair on
the boy in front of me, and I'm picturing how that'd be really nice if it
were on a girl.

Before I know it, I hear him yell out, "Chris Whitechurch, freshman...
with a bullet!", and then it's my turn. I mumble out, "Mike Flannery,
sophomore," but because everyone's laughing at what the freshman says, the
teacher asks me to repeat, so I do, a little louder. The boy in front of me
jumps, turns around, and with a grin, says, "Nice projection, Michael." I
smile back at him and say, "When you grow up, little boy, you'll be able to
do it just like me."

The boy, Chris, looks like he's going to say something else, then seems to
think better of it and turns around to face front. After a while, the
teacher says we can talk quietly among ourselves, since the period is only
15 minutes long, and purely for the purposes of checking whether we made it
to school that day, anyway. Chris turns around, and offers me his hand,
introducing himself, and tells me that he's new to the state, his mother
transferred in from California. I ask him what happened to his dad, and he
says his parents are divorced and he hardly ever sees his father. He adds
that his mom got a great settlement, so they're pretty well off. I file
that under "more information than I want to know."

I tell him I live with my mom, too. "Divorce?" He says.

"No, he was a police officer. Died in the line of duty." You'd think after
all this time I could just say it, but I still choke up over that. Three
years is just not enough time, I guess. Chris looks at me sympathetically,
but he doesn't say anything.  I add, lamely, that the policeman's death
benefit isn't really very much and times have been tight for my mom and
me. I guess he files that info in the same place I did.

After a few minutes of silence, Chris pipes up, "Hey, I'm going out for the
football team!" I look at him, and smirk.

"And you're playing....left out?" I giggle.

"No, dork, I want to be team manager. I know I'm not big enough to play
football, like a guy your size, but I want to get into coaching, and I can
learn that way," he says as he tries to look angry.

"Hey, sorry, Chris," I say. "Us big lugs don't always think before we
talk. Maybe I can help you get on, I`m trying out. I played jv last year,"
I say.

"Thanks, but I'd rather make it on my own, Michael." Chris says. As he
finishes speaking, the bell rings and we head out to first period. I figure
that Chris'll split off in some other direction, but he continues with me
to Algebra II, so we continue talking.

It turns out that we have a lot of similar interests, and hit it off pretty
well. When we get to the door of my Algebra II class, I start trying to let
him know that I've got to go in, and he's got to leave, but he comes in,
too. I just look at him, and he breaks out laughing and says, "Advanced
placement for me, bucko. Watch my dust!" He sits down in the second row,
and I decide to sit behind him again, like in homeroom.

"Worked in homeroom, let's see how it goes in Math, it's not my favorite
thing," I say. Turns out Chris really IS good with Algebra, and a lot of
other things, too.

As the weeks go by, Chris and I become friends. He does make the team as a
manager, and I make it too, but punting instead of place-kicking, and I
make third string running back, not too shabby. I come to appreciate
Chris's sense of humor over time. It's very dry and subtle, which I
appreciate, since the guys on the team would have to study to bring their
humor level up to The Three Stooges' level. After a while, he and I and
Cindy walk to school together in the mornings, and he and I walk home
together after football practice.

Shortly after the football season starts, Cindy and I break up. It just
doesn't look like we're really going anywhere, and I don't want to lead her
on. I concentrate on football, and school. Fortunately, Chris is available
to help me with Algebra which is, without a doubt my weakest subject, and
we get into the habit of going over to each other's house to study.  One
night I ask Chris if he'd like to sleep over. We don't have a lot of stuff
like Chris does, but I figure he and I can watch monster videos and stuff.

Chris arrives with his bag, and we sit down to dinner, my mom, Chris, and
I. Mom gets to know him a little better, and likes that he knows how to use
a knife and fork, which some of my jock friends haven't really mastered yet
She takes me aside after we clear off dishes, and tells me that she's glad
that I'm upgrading my class of friends. I just roll my eyes. Mom goes to
bed about 9, but first asks if we want to sleep on the floor in the living
room, or just share my bed, since it`s only a two bedroom apartment. I tell
her that we'll probably stay in my bedroom, as the VCR is there, and it'll
be more comfortable. She just nods, and says, "Okay. Good night, boys," and
toddles off.

Chris and I gather up the 3 horror movies, he grabs his bag and we go off
to the bedroom. "Hey, let's get ready for bed and then watch from under the
covers, okay?" Chris suggests. It sounds good to me so I agree. Chris puts
on a pair of pajamas, some kind of paisley pattern. I usually only sleep in
my jockeys, and I ask him if he minds. "Uhh, no," he says, though he gets a
little color in his face as he says it. So I strip down to my briefs, and
put the first video in. as I walk back to the bed, Chris is already under
the covers.

We have a good time. No, we have a REALLY good time, trashing the movies
like they used to do on Mystery Science Theatre. I think we really bonded
as friends that night, and I don't think I've ever had as much fun and
laughter with someone else before. A couple of times our legs touch under
the covers as we're goofing, but it doesn't mean anything, at least not
then. While we're watching, Chris says he's getting hot, and would I mind
if he takes off the pajama top? I say no, I don't mind, so he strips it
off. Chris looks, well, different to me when he does that, But I don't say
anything, just kind of look. We pick up where we left off on the
movies. Finally, though, we both kind of poop out around two o'clock, and
nod off.

I wake up around 4 in the morning, a little disoriented, as I'm sure not
used to someone else being in my bed! I look over at Chris, and he's kicked
off the sheet, and I take a little closer look at his chest by the full
moon light streaming in the window. His smooth bare chest looks different
from mine, with my six pack, and patches of hair, but I feel a little
tingle looking at his bare chest, and his pink nipples, erect in the cool
air. I feel a strong temptation to reach out and touch them, but I know
that's sort of going over the bounds of friendship into something else
entirely. Still, the thought in my brain festers there, until I just have
to do it.

I slowly reach over his body, next to me, and ever so lightly, stroke the
very tip of Chris's quivering pink nipple. He immediately moans in his
sleep and rolls over on his side, facing away from me. I'm relieved,
because now I won't be tempted again. I look over at Chris, and he kind of
burrows his hips into the mattress, and that's when I notice that his
pajama bottoms have slipped half way off his pale butt. I'm intrigued by
this discovery, and slide down in the bed so that my face is at the same
level as Chris's full, round bottom. His ass is completely bare and exposed
to my view about a little more than halfway down.

I'm really getting a tingle looking at his ass, and imagining that it's a
girl's ass, and it really doesn't take much imagination, as Chris's ass is
full like a girl's and, I can see now, almost totally smooth and hairless,
except for about 5 fine hairs sticking out from between his cheeks. I can
almost see his asshole, but not quite. I'm getting really excited at this
point, and decide to jerk off, but don't want to do it in bed while I'm
staring at Chris's naked ass because, let's face it - that would be queer.

I ease myself out of bed, and creep down to the bathroom, closing the door
behind me. I sit on the toilet, with the cover down, and ease down my
jockeys to my ankles. I start stroking my cock, which is fully erect and
hard, even leaking pre-cum already, picturing Chris's naked ass in front of
me. I cum really quickly, a lot faster than I ever did before, even when
Cindy was jacking me. After I shoot several loads into a tissue, I decide
to smell it, then dab my tongue into it to see what it tastes like, though
I'm not sure why I do such a strange thing.

Surprisingly, the smell and taste of cum are pleasant. I wad up the tissue
and set it on the counter, intending to throw it away. I wash my hands,
then go back to bed, and crawl in with Chris. I look over at him, and his
hand is in between his legs. I place the sheet on top of us both, so
tempted to give him a gentle kiss, and drop off to sleep again. The next
morning we both wake up around the same time, and greet each other
sleepily.

After that movie evening, we both act as though things are different. Not a
bad different, but it's not the way it was before. For one thing, Chris and
I start spending more time with each other.

It's not until a few days after our movie night, that it occurs to me that
Chris might have been awake during my exploration of his body. I don't know
what that means, if it's true.

A few weeks later, Chris's mom announces that she's going to visit her
sister In Missouri, leaving Chris alone in the house for two weeks. Chris
tells me that his mom said he could have a "trustworthy" friend over, and
he asks me. I ask my mom, and I remind her that the two of us have been
cramped up in that little apartment, and maybe she'd like a "son-free", two
week vacation? She laughs, and says that since it's Chris, it's okay. I
gather my stuff together for two weeks (really only one week`s worth of
clothes, but I know how to do laundry, so it's no sweat.)  I jump at the
chance to use the heated pool at their house, but secretly I`m looking
forward to spending more time with Chris. I look forward to loosening up a
little with him, since we've been doing so much schoolwork, and no play.

We change from our school clothes in his bedroom. Chris is a little shy,
but I'm curious to see what his body looks like in the daylight, him being
so slender and all. He takes off his shirt, and his chest is smooth and
hairless, he kind of looks like a girl with REALLY small tits. He stands
there, looking at me, and says, "Well, tough guy, are you afraid to compare
yourself to me?" I grunt at him, and pull off my shirt in as mock-macho a
manner as I can manage, and his eyes seem to soften as he looks at my
chest. "Huh," is all he says.

I decide to finish stripping down, just showing off, and pull down my
jeans, followed by my jockeys. I really wonder if I'll catch Chris eyeing
my cock, but to my disappointment, he seems to be looking off at the corner
of the room, and pulling down his jeans, his back to me. As he pulls down
his briefs, he seems to take his time, and ease them over his rear end
slowly. I become fixated by the sight, wondering just what his butt does
look like completely naked, and his butt cheeks are revealed to me, so very
slowly, as though teasing me. His skin is perfectly flawless, but so, so
pale, like his ass cheeks never see the sun. There doesn't seem to be a
single hair anywhere on his butt or where I can see between his legs, not
that I care, of course. I'm just wondering, that's all.

He drops his briefs to the floor, and before I can turn away, he turns
around and catches me with my eyes right on the center of his butt. I sure
hope he doesn't get the impression that I'm looking at his butt, or his
asshole, because I'm not. I'm just thinking of how nice his butt would look
if it were on a girl. He doesn't say anything, but he looks up in my eyes,
and I feel something pass between us. Then the moment passes, and he
reaches for his swim trunks and puts them on, as I put mine on. For some
reason, it's a little harder to get them completely up than normal, and
Chris seems to struggle slightly, too.

We're both kind of quiet splashing around in the pool. Like many athletes
that develop their muscle mass and lose body fat, I'm not a great swimmer,
but Chris is, and I enjoy watching him knife through the water. Later, we
lounge by the side of the pool, still in the water, and talk about
things. I'm curious to know Chris better, so I ask him about his love
life. He just frowns slightly, and says he's not seeing anyone, if he was,
"You'd know it." I get a little annoyed, and grab at his crotch, saying,
"What's the matter, you're not gay, are you?" just kidding around, sort
of. He looks really shocked, and I'm beginning to regret being such a smart
mouth, when Chris's mouth crumples and I can see tears springing up in his
eyes. "Oh, shit!" I say to myself. "Chris, I'm sorry, I didn't mean-" I
start to say, but Chris seems to fly out of the pool and runs into the
house. I follow after him, more slowly, and can't find him at first. Then,
walking into my bedroom, Chris is standing there naked, changing out of his
bathing suit back into his clothes.

"I've been called queer and faggot by some of the kids in this school, and
at my last school, and I could just ignore it, because I knew it didn't
mean anything coming from strangers and fools," Chris hisses. "But I never
expected that the boy that I, that my friend would call me that. I've got
to go-" he tries to finish.

I run over to him, ignoring his nakedness. "Chris, don't, I'm an idiot, I
don't know why I said that, I didn't mean-"

"Let me go!" Chris yells. I grab him by the arms as he tries to run past.

"Please, Chris, I don't want you to-", I explain. We begin struggling as he
tries to run away, and I try to keep him there. I hold Chris's hands
together over his head, and it suddenly dawns on me that he's completely
revealed to me, and naked. "No, no, no!" he whispers, with tears welling up
in his eyes. "I'm NOT gay, I'm NOT! Oh please, Michael, tell me I'm not
gay. I want to be like everyone else, I want to be normal! No, no, oh Mike,
I, I, can't, I can't be, please, please..." His voice trails off, and he
looks into my eyes, and in a small voice, says, "Hold me, Michael, please,
I'm not-"

Before he finishes, I bring my mouth closer to his face, gently, really
intending to whisper quietly to him, but instead my lips brush his, and
suddenly we find that neither of us can keep them apart, once the fire is
ignited. His lips feel like the perfect complement to mine, as though they
fit me perfectly, and they taste like Christmas treats. Our lips luxuriate
against each other's, then Chris breaks off our kiss and buries his head in
my chest. I sit back on the bed, bringing his body with me. I can feel the
hot tears cascading out onto me from his brown eyes. I'm torn that I've
brought him pain, but exhilarated that I'm touching him as something more
than a friend.

I feel his breathing, ragged at first, begin to even out, and soon his
breathing is deep and regular, as he falls asleep. I don't know where we
are in our relationship now, but maybe we've at least brought this
confusion out, in order to face it. I gently lay Chris's head on the bed,
and go to make some coffee for later. No more than 5 minutes later, Chris
shuffles into the kitchen, wearing the afghan from the bed to hide his
nakedness. He raises his downcast eyes slowly from the floor, up to my
eyes.

A shy smile tentatively eases across his face, and the hands that hold the
afghan across his body, slowly lower the afghan to the floor. Chris's
stunningly beautiful body is completely naked, and his small cock is
growing, stiffening, and pointing at me like a cannon. He takes one small
step, then another, and then he's in my arms, his arms around my neck,
holding me fiercely to him. "I think, no, I KNOW, I AM gay,
Michael....and I love you," he whispers into my ear. My lips search out
his, and we greet each other as lovers-to be, and I can feel the urgency of
my cock pressing into my swim suit, the fabric the only thing separating
both our rampant cocks.

My arms, surrounding and embracing Chris's smooth back, lower until my
hands are resting on his round ass cheeks. For the first time, I take
Chris's wonderfully round and hairless butt cheeks into my palms, savoring
the feel of his smooth, warm flesh. I feel Chris's small hands tugging at
my waist, as he figures out how to untie my suit. Chris giggles with
nervous anticipation, as the swim suit drops onto my feet, exposing my
boner.

The most delicious feeling that I have ever felt - Chris's hand caressing
my hard, almost 7 inch penis, up and down to the dark, curly hair
surrounding the base. My knees feel weak. His hand stops stroking me, and I
feel Chris's warm, sure grip on my manhood. I so want to share it with him,
and explore his sexuality and love. I step out of the swimsuit at my feet,
now as naked as my beautiful Chris. Our lips never part.

I bend down, and Chris gives a disappointed moan, then yelps slightly when
I throw my arm underneath his legs, and pick him up to carry into the
bedroom in my arms. He laughs then, the first I've heard from him in weeks,
and I know all is right again. I carefully carry my boy lover into his
bedroom, and gently lay him on the bed, his head resting near his tear
stained pillow. I lay next to Chris, head to head, and we embrace once
again, and kiss again, this time more deeply and intimately.

Our warm young male bodies melt together with our passion and love. I can
feel Chris's nipples, hard against my chest. His rampant cock, though
smaller than mine, feels hard as steel, and I'm afraid that Chris might
shoot early, before he can explore me as I intend to explore him. My hand
though, can't resist the temptation, and I stroke his hardness as I love to
stroke myself. His balls, surprisingly large and heavy in relation to his
erection, roll pleasurably across my fingers, and Chris moans with
pleasure. I feel his hot tongue, expressing his excitement.

His hand, too, is busy stroking my cock and he pauses to dip his finger
into my piss slit, dabbing up the pre-cum that is oozing out
profusely. It's my turn to moan, and wiggle with pleasure as I feel Chris's
fingernail scrape across my sensitive cockhead. He brings his finger up to
his mouth, so close to mine, and whispers, "This isn't the first time I'll
taste you, Michael. I tasted your cum that night. After you came back from
the bathroom, and fell asleep, I went in there to masturbate. I found the
tissue you left, Michael....and I tasted it. It was wonderful. I knew I
wanted to taste you again, then."

I look at Chris sadly, and say, "You've been waiting that long for me,
Chris? I think I've always loved you, though I didn't know it. We've wasted
so much time...."

Chris then says, "I don't want to waste any more time, Michael." He slides
down my body until his face is even with my crotch, and I immediately gasp
as his warm mouth swallows nearly all of my cock at one time. Chris begins
swirling his tongue around the head of my turgid, circumcised rod, and his
fingers caress my scrotum, and even before I know it, I'm ready to shoot in
Chris's warm and eager mouth.

"Chris, I'm gonna shoot...." I tell him warningly. He responds by
swallowing even more of my 7" cock, something I didn't think possible, and
scraping his fingernail across my sensitive scrotum. "Oh, god," I mutter,
"I can`t believe how good this feels. Oh, Chris! Oh, baby, baby, I feel
your hot mouth sucking my cum right out of my cock! You're a good little
cocksucker, I love fucking your wet mouth, I want to fill your mouth with
my cum! I want you to swallow my hot jizz! OH, YEAH, YEAH, SUCK IT! SUCK MY
HOT COCK, BABY! OH, GOD YES!! YES!! OH, I'M CUMMING IN YOUR MOUTH!! OHHH!!
UNNHH! UNNHH!" I exclaim, as my hand reflexively goes to his head, to hold
his sweet mouth on my discharging penis.

I can see cum dripping out of the corner of Chris's mouth, as he had left
just the head in his mouth as he could feel me starting to cum, and his
mouth is full of my sticky, creamy semen. Chris looks up at me with dreamy
eyes, to see if I'm pleased, and the love overflows in my heart. "Come up
here lover, and share with me," I murmur lazily. Chris eagerly scoots back
up into my protective arms, but hesitates before bringing his warm mouth to
mine. "Give it to me," I whisper, and Chris kisses me fully then, man to
man, his tongue thrashing into my mouth, my cum shared between the two of
us, both of us starving for male honey.

Chris's hand never leaves my cock, as he contentedly strokes and caresses
me, aware that I'm now a little sensitive, but also still extremely horny
for him and his body. After we kiss for a few minutes, and share my cum,
I'm anxious to taste Chris's lovely cock. "Chris, sit up, on my face,
please, lover, please?" I beg. Chris sits up, while I lay back, my head on
the pillow. Chris kneels then, my head between his thighs, and moves up so
that he's feeding my mouth his sweet cock. He teases me at first, but when
I growl mock-menacingly at him, he forces his penis into my mouth until
nearly the entire length is in my mouth, then begins rocking back and
forth, pulling out and pushing back in, again and again.

My arms are pinned by Chris's round ass, but I can easily reach his ass and
the treats he has there. My fingers and palms caress his round, full
bottom, and search out the hot crevice between his cheeks. I can feel the
tremendous heat his ass is giving off, and I want to get even closer to his
fire. My index finger finds his waiting ass hole, and slips in easily,
surprising me. Chris anticipates my surprise, and whispers, "I practiced,
Michael, because I wanted to be ready for you."

I slip my finger in and out of Chris's deliciously hot and moist anus, and
it's clear he's as ready to shoot as I was. "I'm gonna cum, Michael, do you
want me to cum in your mouth, sweetheart?" Chris coos. I nod my head up and
down as best I can, and increase the speed and depth of my finger fucking
of Chris's sweet boy ass. "Michael, baby, your mouth is hot on my cock. I
want to give you my cum, so we can share ourselves together. I love you,
Michael, I want to be your little boy, I want you to fuck me, hard, harder!
OH, FUCK. OH, FUCK! FUCK ME, MICHAEL, FUCK ME WITH YOUR HOT CUM! I WANT TO
BE YOUR HOT LITTLE BITCH! I WANT TO BE YOUR DIRTY SLUT, AND HAVE YOU FUCK
ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME!!!!" I can feel Chris's sticky cum shooting out of his
piss slit, and hitting me in my mouth and tongue. I can taste his cum,
salty and sweet at the same time, the first of someone else's cum I ever
tasted, and I love the taste, and feel, and smell of Chris's load of boy
cum, white and hot in my mouth, and sticky on my tongue.

Chris stays where he is, his cock still in my mouth, though losing some of
its hardness now. I keep moving my finger in and out of Chris's tight hole,
and he moans above me. Finally, though, he slumps over on top of me,
eagerly bringing his mouth to mine, this time to taste cum out of my
mouth. We share his load, both loving the taste of this boy's gooey
semen. We kiss long and leisurely, but my finger stays inside his rectum,
probing him inside, and I feel his hips moving against me. "Fuck me now,
please, Michael?" Chris whispers, his mouth nuzzling against my ear, and I
feel his tongue reach out and softly lick the inside of my ear. "I want you
inside of me, please!"

Hearing Chris beg me to fuck his ass turns me on immensely, and I growl
loudly as I lift up, causing Chris to roll onto his back next to me. He
smiles with contentment, seeing that he'll get his desire, and mine too. I
roll him onto his stomach, not entirely sure how to proceed, but knowing
that the object of my desire is located between those smooth pillow
cheeks. I cover Chris's body with mine, kissing the back and side of his
neck while he giggles, "That tickles!"

Chris wiggles his butt under my again erect penis, my cock slipping into
his hot crevice. I slide it up and down his furrow briefly, then pick
myself up and crouch over Chris's deliciously beautiful bottom, admiring
the sight of those perfect pale globes, and they jiggle slightly as I move
on the bed. I lower my face closer, then smell Chris's musk, a combination
of his slight sweat, his cum, and his natural ass fragrance, a slightly
earthy smell. My mouth begins to water.

"I'm going to lick your hot ass, Chris. I'm going to fuck your tight, sweet
hole with my hard tongue, and make you wet, and open for me." As I talk
dirty to him, I can see Chris's ass and hips wiggling, preparing to feel
the delights of having his ass invaded by his male lover. His right hand
makes its way under his hips, between his legs, and I know he's now
stroking himself in anticipation of being fucked.

I spread Chris's slim legs apart, and kneel between them, enjoying the feel
of his warm, hairless thighs against the outside of my hairier, muscular
calves. I bend my mouth down to Chris's ass, separating his cheeks with my
fingers. They're slightly sticky from the cum, and ass juices previously,
and I lick the round globes on both sides of his ass furrow clean. Using my
fingers, I trace around the pink, quivering puckered ring and at first it
closes tightly, then opens in welcome for me. I lick, slowly at first, then
faster, harder and, deliciously, deeper into his anus, tasting, smelling
and feeling my lover's tight hole, and listening to his sighs and whispers.

I luxuriate in his ass, becoming closer to Chris, more intimate, than I
ever thought possible with another person. My desultory fumblings with
Cindy couldn't compare to the attraction of Chris's sweet body for
me. Fairly feminine in form, Chris is truly all boy to me, and he is my
total desire. I linger longer than necessary over Chris's butt, though I
don't care, clearly he and I are enjoying the experience, both squirming
from pleasure and anticipation.

Finally, though, I stretch myself out on top of Chris, skin to skin, my
large, hard cock resting in his ready opening. His right hand busy on his
cock, Chris brings his left hand around behind him, and reaches for my dick
to bring it to his eager anus. "Bury it in me, Michael. Fuck me hard as you
can. I want to be your hot bitch, fuck me IN THE ASS.'

He guides my penis to his opening, as he wills himself to stay open against
the anticipated pain of my entry. I try to enter him slowly, because I
don't want to hurt my sweet boyfriend, but Chris rears up under me, forcing
the head of my cock into his tight rectum. Chris gasps, catches his breath,
then breathes out. "Go ahead, Michael, go deep in me. It's alright, I want
it!"

I start fucking him, sinking into him until I feel my groin rubbing up
against his softer ass cheeks, then push a little harder. Chris groans, and
begs me, "Fuck me, Michael! Hard, deep, stay inside me, you hot fucker!" I
withdraw from his tight hole, which doesn't seem to want to let me go as he
grips me with his anus. I immediately slide back in, slamming my cock home
again and again.

"Uhh, fuck! Chris, your hot pussy is burning up my cock. I'm fucking your
hot little hole, I'm inside of you! I love you, you hot little fucker! I'm
pumping your hot little hole, I'm going to cum inside your ass, fill you
with my sweet hot cum, make you lick cum out of your ass, suck my cock,
fuck! Oh, FUCK! OH, OHH, FUCK, I CAN'T HOLD BACK, DEEP IN YOUR ASS, I'M
CUMMMINGGGG!!!" I couldn't hold back, and shot my load in Chris's hole, and
slumped down against his sweaty back, feeling his skin slide against mine.

Meanwhile, he`s frigging his stiff cock faster and faster. "Oh, oh,
Michael, I`m fucking my hand with my hard girl cock, I`m going to cum in my
hand, oh, my hand will be full of hot, sticky cum, OH! Do you OH! OH! Want
to taste my OH! Cum out of my han- UNNHH! UNNHH! UNNHH! FUCK! Fuck!
Fuck...." as his voice trails off. We nestle together, Chris offering me
his cum coated fingers, which I eagerly slurp into my mouth, and we soon
fall asleep.

We wake up in the middle of the night to lazily, deliciously suck each
other's cock again, and cum in each other's mouth. Afterward, I say, "You
know Chris, I think there's a chance that I might be gay, too. And by the
way, what are we going to do for the next two weeks?"

Chris rolls his eyes and says, "You dumb shit, go to sleep."

We fall asleep in each other`s arms.


Did you like this story of how Chris and Michael got together? This story
is, of course, a prequel to "Locker Room Lovers." I'm thinking of writing
about Chris's side of things, but we'll just have to see. Hey, if you enjoy
writing long, leisurely letters about romantic but hot gay sex, you can
reach me (sometimes) at ecolio157h700@yahoo.com. Thanks for reading!

Jeff