Date: Sun, 26 Jan 2014 07:58:00 -0600 From: Gracen Hepburn Subject: The Jock and I: Part 3 Disclaimer: This story contains depictions of male on male, graphic sexual interactions. The characters are highschool aged and sometimes have unsafe sex. ALWAYS USE A CONDOM! This is a complete work of fiction and any similarities to persons or events is purley coincidental. Enjoy the story and any feedback is welcome. -Gracen Here are some pictures of what I think the characters look like: Gunnar: http://www.martindelacroix.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/curly.jpg Cameron: http://attheloft.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54ecca8b98833017d408c4c81970c-pi Zack: http://www.underwearexpert.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/12/Rufskin-Chic-Sheer-Pauolo-Brief-White.jpg Caroline: http://s463.photobucket.com/user/xxBlueButterflyxx/media/The%20Buaty%20in%20our%20breakdowns/PrettyGirl1.jpg.html Lina: http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zrMEm44n3Zo/TFCWsMlBRII/AAAAAAAArTM/LasaYv2YuAQ/s400/1+a+pretty+girl2.jpg Mr. Brian: http://www.homotrophy.com/images/2013/jan/dylan-rosser-gaytimes-magazine-2.jpg Jeremiah: http://bf-1.com/BF1EFit/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/latino-male-model-anthony-c-1.jpg#latin%20male%20models Brittain: http://distilleryimage8.s3.amazonaws.com/aede30646e3c11e18bb812313804a181_7.jpg CH 3 After my trist with Mr. Brian, things just escalated and very quickly I was becoming a cock slut. "Hey, Gunnar, do you wanna hang out after school?" Cameron asked in Mr. Brian's class at the end of the day. "Not tonight. I think I'm gonna go for a run. I need to keep in shape for the holiday season." "You sure?" "Yeah. Maybe some other time this week." The school bell rang and I went to the locker room to change into my gym clothes. After a very intense run on the treadmill, I went to take a shower. It was almost five so practically everyone had left for the evening. I walked into the locker room and, of course, was bombarded by the stench of sweat and butt (never a good combination in the sense of odor). I took off my clothing and walked into the shower stall. Warm water began to pour over me and I started washing my body when suddenly I felt a hand on my ass. I turned to see none other than a very attractive guy from school named Jeremiah Johansen. Jeremiah was native American, so he had dark hair, eyes, and skin. He had a nice chiseled body, large biceps, a great ass, and some pretty nice hair. "What do you think you're doing, Jeremiah?" "I think I was feeling what I'm about to but my long Indian dick into. I'm hung like a horse. Wanna see?" "Jere, what makes you think I want to be fucked by you?" "Because you are always rubbin' up on my abs. I know you want my dick in you. So here ya go." he pulled off his boxers to reveal a long hard cock that throbbed as I stared. I grabbed hold and he breathed deeply. "Get ready to be fucked." "I have a better idea," another voice said. We turned to see Jeremiah's best friend, Brittain Houston. "Oh really?" I asked smiling at his long hard dick. "Lets have a cock fight and the loser gets double-stuffed," he grinned as he looked at my penis. "That sounds fun," I said as I pumped Jeremiah's length. He shuddered and grabbed Brittain's thick member. "First to cum, loses." And so we began jerking each other off. Brittain giving me a hand job, me giving one to Jere and Jere handling Brittain. We all moaned as the other pulled the flesh of our most sensitive area. I took my free hand and pinched Brittain's nipple. He moaned and squirmed. I leaned in and licked it before tweaking it again with my fingers. He cried out as he shot a rope of cum onto Jeremiah's leg. "Bend over big boy," Jere said, "You are about to get your first double penetration. Not just me in there this time." "Lay down Jere, It will be easier if he just rides us." So Jeremiah and I laid down and held our cocks together as Brittain lowered himself onto them. He rode us hard and fast until we were blowing our loads into his tight, Mexican ass. "Fuck that was fun," I said smiling at the two of them. "I still didn't fuck you," Jeremiah said to me. "And no one has fucked you yet." "That's right, and no one is gonna," he looked intense. "You sure? It feels really good." "I've been trying to convince him to let me get in him for a while now," Brittain said as he let the water pour over him. "At least let me eat that perfect ass." "Fine. But that's it." Jeremiah got on all fours and I spread his cheeks and began licking. I ran my tongue from sack to tail bone and he shuddered. I lapped at his tight, hole. He started sucking Brittain's dick. Suddenly, I got the idea to surprise him with my dick in him. Lining up my cock, my other hand flat on the small of his back, I pushed the head through the protesting ring of his ass, not letting up until I'd buried myself to the hilt in his clenching body. I heard him hiss then, ass shifting against me as he became accustomed to my dick. "What the fuck were you thinking?!" Jeremiah asked, trying to pull off but I held him tight in place. I pushed his shoulders down so he was pinned against the ground and he was too strained from the unfamiliar pain to resist much. He gasped as I began pumping. I motioned for Brittain to get behind me and fuck me. I leaned into Jeremiah as I rode his tight Native American ass. Brittain stuffed me with his thick Spanish pole. Through a mass of humping, moaning, and sweat we all started to feel an orgasm forming. I reached around and grabbed Jeremiah's meat and jerked it and in seconds he was busting his load all over the floor. This sent Brittain and I over and I came deep inside Jere while Brittain unloaded in me. "When we get home, I'm fucking you Jere," Brittain slapped his ass as they washed off and went to get dressed. "Have a good night, Gunnar," Jeremiah grabbed my dick and pumped it a few times and Brittain kissed me quickly before they left. I cleaned myself off and turned off the water before getting dressed. Later we were having more dress rehearsals and so, covered in makeup and costume, we all danced around the stage. There is this one song where we have to sass Cameron's character (by the way, did I mention that I am the gay muse? Like, there wasn't one until Della wrote it in. She likes to terrorize me in a way that she doesn't think is mean) and so, knowing he hates glitter, I blew a hand full of it into his face. (Really, he shouldn't have even auditioned for this play because "if you don't feel the burning pain of glitter in your eye, you aren't wearing enough.") As the rehearsal came to an end I ran upstairs (where no lights are on so its dark, abandoned and spooky as hell) to grab something for Ms. Della. I got to the room where I would find the cord thingy she asked for and I heard movement behind me. I turned to see a ridiculously clad Cameron behind me. "Hey Cam." He didn't respond, instead he just closed the gap between us and pushed me up against the wall and showered my mouth in kisses. He gripped my face with both hands and pressed his lips passionately to mine. He pulled away, panting, his stage lipstick smeared on his face. "Well, hello there." "I'm sorry. I've been thinking about fucking you all day," he said quietly, " and I had to taste those lips." He kissed me again, still panting as he stepped back. "Its okay, help me find that stupid cord and you and I can visit my bedroom again." In less than twenty minutes we had found the cord, given it to Della, driven to my house and began undressing in my bedroom. We pawed at each other until we were both naked and grinding our hard penises together. "I wanna taste it," Cam said looking me in the eyes. "Taste what?" I asked, puzzled. He looked at my dick and smiled. "You wanna try sucking my dick?" "Yes." He crawled down and wrapped his lips around my dick. He took as much as he could, without gagging, and licked and teased it with his tongue. He arched his back and his beautiful ass was in prefect view. I ran my hands through his soft, short, black hair. He reached up a hand and placed it on my stomach. I grabbed it with one of mine and we entwined fingers while he pleasured me. Before long he had his other hand occupied with fingering me. He had about two fingers up there as he bobbed up and down on my pulsing dick. "Cam, I'm gonna cum," I warned, my eyes rolling back into my head. He pulled back, my dick making an audible pop as it left his mouth and he smiled. "I wanna taste all of it. Cum in my mouth so I know what its like. Then I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you." He went back to blowing me as he dug his fingers deep into my hole. I gasped and moaned and sighed until, before I knew it, I was shooting a huge load down his throat. He pulled back and I finished n his face and he laughed and scooped up the cum and lathered his incredibly hard dick. I got down on my knees and backed myself into his lap. I braced myself on my thighs as I fucked myself on his hard pole. He leaned back on his hands. "Shit, this is great. I needed this all day," Cam spoke to the ceiling with his eyes closed as I humped his length. I bit my lip as I continued and I loved the feeling of his hairy thighs on mine. I moaned as He grabbed my hips and started rapidly going deeper inside me. "Cameron- fuck me!" I turned myself and wrapped my legs around him while he stood and braced me against the wall. Standing, he jammed his girth as deep as possible before cumming inside me. I cried out and came on his chest. I leaned forward and pressed my lips hard against his. Cameron moaned as we made out and he moved us to the bed. "I want you to eat my ass," Cameron said shyly as he came up for air. "Crawl up here." He stood and then squatted so his virgin hole was right above my greedy mouth. I dove in as he rocked his hairy ass back and forth. I lapped and licked and kissed and sucked while he grinded his hot puckering ring over my face. I hardened my tongue and probed his asshole. As soon as it entered, he cried out and blew another load onto my stomach. "Gunnar, you are a pro," Cameron stated as he laid down next to me and kissed my cheek. "You have such a nice ass, Cam. I'm determined to top you one day." "Maybe I'll let you. I mean, don't get your hopes up, the only thing I'm okay with is your tongue. I'm straight, ya know." "Ch'yeah right." I stood up and walked to the bathroom and turned on a shower. "What's that supposed to mean?" Cameron asked coming in behind me. "Having sex with guys pretty much disqualifies you from the `straight' category." "Hold up, guy. Not guys. I'm only fucking you, Gunnar. Second of all, its just sex. Chy isn't putting out and I need a willing hole to fill with my cock. I can't go fucking other girls or they might tell, and I know you wont say a peep because you don't wanna get your ass kicked," he smacked my ass as I got under the warm water. "Call it what you want. It's gay." I smiled and kissed him as he climbed into the shower. For a moment he didn't return the kiss but I placed one hand on his cheek, the other behind his neck and pulled him closer. He placed a hand on either of my hips and began kissing back. Normally his kisses were rough and lusty but what he was doing right now was something entirely different. With each kiss he lingered longer, gently pressing his mouth to mine. Be breathed slowly and held me close. Suddenly he pulled away, smiled evilly and said, "THAT is gay. Learn the difference." He tugged on my dick and smashed his mouth on mine before rinsing off and getting out. "You are such a rat!" I yelled as he left the bathroom. I stood under the water feeling kind of humiliated. When did I become this trashy cum dumpster? Why was I sleeping around with a committed guy? A married man, who also happens to be my teacher? Why had I fucked Jere and Brittain? Who was I becoming. Part of me was disgusted with myself, but another part of me (probably the teen-aged angsty part of me) needed more. A few tears fell from my eyes and then (before I began bawling) I stopped, wiped my face, took a deep breath, and turned off the water. I heard "Second Hand News" playing in the next room. It was strange because I had assumed Cameron was leaving. I dried off and walked in. Cameron had his back to me as he bobbed his head to the music. He was fumbling with the stuff on my dresser. "I figured you were gonna leave." "Why?" Cameron turned around and grabbed my hand. He started dancing with me. "Well that last kiss, that almost tore off my face, seemed like a goodbye kiss." "Nope, I was just making a point," he spun me around and then pulled me back closer, "Ya'know, Mom is thinking about doing `Beauty and the Beast' for the spring play, so we will need to learn to waltz. I can teach you." "I could care less about waltzing," I lied, pulling away, "I need to put on some clothes." I strolled to the closet and put on a pair of pajamas. "We are still friends right? Like, this didn't come between us?"Cameron looked a little sad. I came toward him and put a reassuring hand on his arm, "Cam, I wouldn't let this be the reason we stop being friends." I kissed his cheek and went to the bathroom to brush my hair. He followed me in and sat down on the counter. "Good because I don't want to stop being friends with you. I also don't want to stop having sex with you, but I understand if you want to stop." "Why would I want that?" "You seem apprehensive after each go..." "Because you try to claim stupid shit like you are still straight." "It's not stupid shit. It's true." "My ass. Speaking of my ass, you were just penetrating it a minute ago. Call it what you want but in my opinion its gay." He laughed and jumped down befor smacking my butt and walking out. "Are you leaving?" "Want me to stay?" "I don't care." "You got your eyes on any guys?" "What do you mean?" "Like do you plan on dating anyone anytime soon? Got a crush n anyone? Tell me all the hot gossip." He chuckled and sat down on the love seat in my room. "Not really." "Not really? As in, you like someone but he doesn't like you back or like no one appeals to you?" "A little of both." "What do you want for Christmas?" "Hmm?" I looked up surprised by the random question. "Well Christmas will be here soon so I just thought that you might have an Idea what you want." "I guess I want some more records. Maybe some books. I haven't thought much about it. Do you want to watch a movie?" "Sounds fun, what movie?" "'Sabrina'?" I asked as I pulled out my collection of Audrey Hepburn movies. "Sure, I guess I wouldn't mind watching an old timey movie." I put it into the DVD player and sat down next to him. He laid down, resting his head in my lap. I caressed his hair as the movie began. Before too long he had fallen asleep and I just watched his chest rise and collapse with each breath. His face was so peaceful looking. He was beautiful. And I could feel myself, stupidly, beginning to fall for him.