Date: Wed, 08 Oct 2003 12:44:40 +0100 From: ramierez Subject: Sebastian and Oliver Part 1-Schools Out A warm breeze blew through the quad, making a small whirlwind with a few leaves that weren't quite tough enough to hang on till Fall. Sebastian checked his watch-it was the end of PE, and only a quarter of an hour of this semester left to go before the last ever Spring-break, thank fuck. 'Hey!' Shelly the pocket goth had briefly emerged into the sunlight and stopped him just before he got to the door of the gym changing-room. ' I'm having a kinda party-thing later, you coming? Please!' Her last party had been crap, all the drink was gone by 10, and no one had any pot, but everyone wanted some. ' I dunno, Shelly-' ' Please!It won't be like last time, I promise! Everyone's going!' ' Great, are you getting in extra Gatorade?' Shelly looked pissed.' Don't be such a bitch! I got sent a bottle of absinthe by my brother, from Paris, but if you don't want some...' ' Okay, I'm there, it's an offer I can't refuse.' 'Cool.' With an ungothlike grin, she melted back into the darkness where a group of pale Manson fans hid, beady-eyed, like possums. The changing room was empty by now, so Sebastian stripped off his sweaty sports gear and followed the steam and shouting into the showers. He could just make out the slim, naked bodies of the other boys through the warm haze. God, this just had to be his favourite part of the whole curriculum- the only part he would miss when graduation came around, and the last free shower was between the two guys he liked the most. Lucky, lucky, lucky! On the right was Andy, your traditional tall, dark , handsome and so straight it was painful, specifically designed for the penetration of cheerleaders. The white watery soap bubbles slid across his olive skin and trailed down his back, gathering in the cleavage of his butt, and dripping creamily onto the floor. Sebastian gave him a glance that said 'I'm not really looking'- anything more might lead to a smack in the face. It was difficult not to stare at his glistening torso and get aroused. Fuck, he thought, what a wonderful form of mental torture!Shame his parents were moving to New York. Oh well... On the left was Oliver, slender, smooth and blonde, with, in Sebastian's opinion, the best little ass in his year. He was one of those kids who kept moving schools as his dad was something to do with the Army, and had only started a few months ago, giving him that fresh aura of ' New Boy'. Oliver was lathering up his crotch around a rather impressive dick. When it was stiff it must be a real navel-grazer, and Sebastian thought he could happily suck on it all day. Suddenly, he realised that he had been watching a bit too long and Oliver had noticed, but instead of looking angry, he smiled and the lathering became a slow caress, sliding his fingers between his legs and pulling back his foreskin to reveal a fat head. Sebastian was transfixed by this intimate one-on-one show, till feeling himself start to harden and remembering that there were fifteen other guys in the shower, he made a grab for the faucet and twisted it around to as cold as it would go, trying to douse himself down before it got awkward. 'You fucking bastard!' As the freezing water splashed down it made him gasp for breath, and the full blast of the shower sprayed everyone around him as well. The only one who didn't seem to want to kill him afterwards was Oliver, who was laughing fit to piss himself. Coach Halliday droned through the last few minutes about the importance of physical exercise and clean-living during the holidays ( A nerve, coming from the man who chain-smoked under the bleachers during football season.), until the bell sounded for freedom. Sebastian stuffed his kit into his bag. He had to get away quick. Then, when he got home he could go straight to his room and pull himself off, unless, of course, Oliver came and spoke to him, then maybe... The sudden longed-for ringing sent everyone running for the door, knocking his bag from the bench, and sending five bucks in change that was in a side pocket skittering across the floor. Scrambling around to pick it up, a pair of vaguely familiar shoes came up to him, and he realised how stupid he must look, being seen to care about such a pitiful amount of cash. ' I guess this is yours.' Oliver held out 75c, smiled as he handed it over, then spun on his heels and was gone. Red with embarrassment, Sebastian gave up his coin pursuit, and any hope of Oliver wanting to talk to him. But then, he thought, maybe he only did that sexy little shower scene to get a reaction, in which case, he was a great success. What a cock-tease. Asshole. Pocketing the remains of the money, it looked as though he would be the last to leave, when- ' Yo!' Ignoring it, Sebastian tried again to restrain his belongings. ' Yo! I thought beating yourself off made ya blind, not deaf!' Andy swaggered right up to him in a way that said he wanted to invade his personal space, holding a tube of sun-cream. ' What do you want?' ' I wanna be real friendly. You gonna miss me? 'Cos I sure as fuck ain't gonna miss you. But I don't want people thinking I ain't considerate-' Grabbing his shoulder, Andy made him turn around, and pressing his elbow into Sebastian's back, forced him over the bench, pulling roughly at his pants and shorts, tugging them down as his whole body weight kept Sebastian in place. ' You know, if you wanted my ass, you only had to ask.' ' I don't need to ask!' Sebastian found he liked this all the more, the threatening unpredictability pumping his adrenaline and racing his pulse. ' -,I want you to have something to remember me by!' ' Guess this beats signing my yearbook.' The squirt of sun-cream was cold on his skin, and as Andy smeared it into place he slid his finger up inside, further and further. First one, then two, then- the sound of a zipper. As he felt the pressure of Andy's rock hard dick pushing into him, Sebastian made no attempt to resist. This was too exciting, the heady mix of pleasure and pain too exquisite, for him to want it to stop. ' You enjoying that? Yeah...You want it, don't ya, huh? I'm gonna fill you with so much junk you'll shit nothing else for a week!' Aroused to the point of frenzy, Andy's cock felt solid as concrete as he rammed it back and forth. Sebastian had never been fucked so forcefully, and struggled to stop himself coming each time Andy got really deep. It was so much he wanted to scream, as though the air was being squeezed out of him. ' Oh, that's it,fuck...' The familiar pulsing sensation said Andy was done with him, and sure enough he slid out, softer and wet. ' Thanks, you're a nice, tight screw.' Doing up his fly, he grabbed his bag and made for the door, happy just to leave Sebastian as he was-fucked, crushed and slightly sore ' Seeya round!' What a bastard. Readjusting his clothes, and with an ass full of spunk and sun-cream, Sebastian wondered why Andy had waited till now to fuck him. After all, if it had happened before this, he would have made an effort to piss Andy off more often, and had a repeat performance. * 'No way! Andy fucked you?!' ' Yeah, he virtually raped me.' Sebastian laughed at Shelly's look of disbelief.' It was some of the best sex I've ever had. You know I think he's hot.' ' I know that, but Jesus Christ, Sebastian, Andy?!' ' The god of fuck must be smiling on me, huh?' ' He's a fucking jerk.' ' A hot fucking jerk.' Shelly's parent's place was large, empty and neutral, like living in the lobby of a modern hotel. It was already starting to get messy, someone lay unconscious on the landing, and a patch of vomit decorated the pool-side. ' Here.' Shelly held something small and shiny. ' What is it?' ' A key to my room. If you get lucky again it's all yours.' She dropped it in his hand and wandered over to the stereo, narked with the selfish sonofabitch who brought the Moby CD. The sound of raised voices turned his attention outside, where Andy and his drunken henchmen seemed to have found someone to entertain them. ' Hope you liked your first semester!' Oliver's expression was totally unimpressed, he must have dealt with this sort of shit a thousand times before .' It was great, thanks.' ' You know-' Andy turned to his captive goon audience.' I think he needs a drink!Grab him!' For the half a second, Oliver was in the air. For the other half, merely a shadow beneath the broken blue and white of the pool surface. He climbed out to screams of laughter, still wearing the same 'I really don't give a fuck' look, and stupid, dorky Sarah dragged him into the pool-house. She'd had a crush on him for weeks, and everyone knew it except Oliver, who seemed oblivious to her clumsy come-ons. Just as Sebastian was thinking what a bitch she was, and wondering why a shit-head like Andy was so attractive, she came back out alone, and ran towards the house. Sebastian was the first person she saw inside. ' Where does Shelly keep the towels?' ' Oh, I don't know. Now let me think, 'cos that's real difficult . How about... the bathroom!' ' Fuck you, Sebastian.' ' No thanks.' Leaving her to it, he went to the kitchen to find another beer. It was getting dark outside, a couple of fat raindrops hit the window next to the fridge. Brightness lit the sky for a brief moment, and as a huge thunderclap shook everyone up, the power went down. Out in the hallway, Shelly was franticly throwing coats and boots out of a cupboard in an effort to find the power-breaker switch, while the partygoers ran indoors to escape a sudden, Spring, shower. Dorky Sarah stood clutching a towel, gazing out of the terrace doors, and as Sebastian watched her, he had an excellent idea. ' Hey, Sarah!' ' Yeah?' ' Oliver told me to tell you he went home to change.' ' Oh.' ' Want me to get rid of that towel for you?' ' Oh, yeah. Thanks.' She looked kind of upset as she handed it over. But, hey, who cares? Certainly not Sebastian, as he snuck outside the moment she was gone. Shelly's parent's tiny pool-house was windowless, and Oliver was stuck naked in the pitch dark with the gel from his hair was running into his eyes and a pile of wet clothes at his feet. He groped around, trying to find a throw, or anything, only to knock stuff over. The door quickly opened and shut behind him. Turning to see who it was, a towel was thrown over his head. ' Thanks. Is that you, Sarah?' Sebastian reached out in the darkness. ' Woah! Hey, Sarah!' Oliver's skin was damp, chilled and goose-bumped, although as Sebastian's hand worked its way up his thigh, he found that the cold had certainly not got to everything. It was a mad risk to run, and how this would all finish was further on than he wished to look right now. He had to taste him, feel him. Looking had no way been enough... Pulling and squeezing Oliver's cock, it started firming up, so Sebastian got on his knees and took the round, fleshy head in his mouth as far as it would go. It felt like a skinned apricot, smooth and sweet as he ran his tongue around it, licking the first drops from its tiny lips as he milked them from the thick shaft with one hand, pressing and tickling Oliver's perineum with the other. 'Oh my god, Sarah, that's fantastic.....' It was so amazing, having a shower-room daydream become reality, that Sebastian couldn't decide if he wanted Oliver to come so he could drink him in, or not, and keep on sucking forever. But he was just too good at what he was doing, and Oliver was totally unable to hold any longer. As the first hot stream filled Sebastian's mouth and ran down his throat, Oliver grabbed his head to force him further down, and the lights blinked back on. 'HOLY SHIT!' He wrenched his prick out of Sebastian's grasp so fast that a milky shot of spunk hit him full in the face. 'What the fuck do you think your doing?! ' Well,-' Sebastian was still knelt on the floor and could feel the trickles running down his neck, soaking into his t-shirt.' -giving you a blow-job. I didn't think you'd mind, after all....' Taking a fistful of Sebastian's clothes, Oliver yanked him to his feet and held him there, leaned forward and licked one of the droplets from his cheek-' I don't mind at all.', then pressed his tongue between Sebastian's lips in a deep kiss, drawing the saliva and cum from one mouth to another. It scared the living shit out of both of them when the door was flung open again. The storm shower was a grey smudge in the distance, and Shelly stood silhouetted against the late evening sky. ' I finally found the power-break switch, but most people have gone to Andy's, so fuck them. Get a room, you guys.' * There was no way you could tell the colour of Shelly's bedroom, as posters covered every inch except the floor and the thickly curtained windows. Slipknot gazed down from the head of the bed looking like Hell's own carnies. Locking the door behind them, Sebastian started peeling off his clothes and Oliver dropped the towel from around his waist, falling back onto the sheets. Although he had only come a couple of minutes ago, he'd already managed another big hard-on, and his balls looked small, tight and ready to give again. Laying down next to him, Sebastian gently stroked his body, running his hand down the inside of Oliver's open thigh, between the cheeks of his firm ass. As he ran his finger around it, there was a twitch of apprehension from the tight, little hole, and Oliver looked kind of worried, but didn't stop him. Taking his finger in his mouth down to the knuckle, Sebastian wetted it, then went back and pressed a bit harder. He sure was tight, but it slid in. Oliver looked surprised by the sensation of his A-spot being massaged. ' Hey, Oliver, have you ever done anything like this before?' Smiling, he gave a nervous laugh-' Er,.... no.' Wow! He was a virgin! Sebastian's day just kept getting better and better. 'Then I'm gonna fuck you for the first and best time in your life. Don't look so scared, I promise I'll be gentle!' Taking a couple of pillows, he pushed them under Oliver's back, then took a jar of moisturiser from the night-stand and lifted Oliver's legs, spreading them further apart as he did. The pink, maiden ring, exposed, puckered as if to say-' You know I'll be reluctant, it makes you want me more!', and Sebastian's balls ached for him to thrust his cock inside as hard as it would go, even if it hurt them both. Rubbing on the moisturiser, he tried to open Oliver up a little further with his fingers and make him nice and slippery, ready to take what was coming easier, then greased up his own swollen dick, making sure not to rub too hard, as forcing his way in there was going to be stimulation enough. With a little pressure it gave way, and he got the head in, but could go no further, even though Oliver's virgin asshole sucked on him as if it wanted the rest. Sebastian decided it was all or nothing, so with one hard thrust, he slid in down to the base. Shouting like hell, Oliver gritted his teeth, tears glistened in his eyes, but he made no effort to push Sebastian away, who couldn't have pulled him self out anyway. His prick was stuck inside Oliver like a Chinese finger-trap, the more he pulled, the tighter he became, a feeling so intense it made him unable to think straight. Caught in an ecstatic agony, Oliver grasped his own dick and started jerking off, desperate to come, only taking a few sharp strokes to splash spunk onto his chest and stomach, where it beaded in the soft, golden hair around his crotch. With this, he seemed to ease up, and Sebastian found he had more room to manoeuvre, drawing himself slowly out. The pull was still immense, and tugged on his cock hungrily. 'No!' Reaching up, Oliver grabbed Sebastian's hips and tugged him back, sticking his ass out further.' Fuck me hard!Come in me as deep as you can!' Pounding him so roughly that he didn't know how long he could keep going, the skin of Sebastian's pelvis smacked against Oliver's butt. He'd never fucked anyone so tight so aggressively before. Feeling himself starting to climax, he gave his sharpest shove yet, making Oliver cry out again and grasp at the sheets in pain, Sebastian finally collapsing on top of him, letting himself slide out naturally as he struggled to catch his breath. Maybe Coach Halliday was right, there's no need to go without physical exercise during the holidays, and he never specified what form it should take. Just finding enough energy to speak, he turned to Oliver, kissed him and smiled. 'Ya know, I think this is gonna be a great summer.' TO BE CONTINUED...