Date: Sun, 22 Aug 1999 18:05:19 PDT
From: Adam Hunter <cute_gay_boy@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Time and a Place

			   "A Time and a Place"
			      By Adam Hunter

Here ya go. You know that you shouldn't be reading this if you're not
eighteen years old (or however old you're supposed to be, wherever you
are). But the key word there is that you're not 'supposed to' be reading
this. So, whatever your age be, have at it. Nobody's gonna stop ya ;) Hope
ya like it. Tell me what ya thought at cute_gay_boy@hotmail.com. Enjoy.

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It might surprise a lot of people to know, but I actually like school. I
loved the process of learning. What can I say? Academics interested me.
Learning a foreign language was great...'N'est-ce pas? Moi, je pense que
c'est oui.' I loved to read and to write. I found learning the history of
our world fascinating, and I loved to solve logical and numeric puzzles.
However, despite my somewhat unusual fondness of academics, I could barely
stand the subject of science. I don't know what it is about science that
repulsed me...but repulse me it did. I'd suffered through chemistry
freshman year, and now...I had to face the hard reality of biology.

Admittedly, I did find bio to be much more agreeable than I had found
chemistry (I still cringe at the mention of the periodic table...), but
none the less...biology was torture. And that was all I could think as I
sat - no, suffered -- in biology class. And, to top it all off, we were in
the middle of our extensive unit on STD's. Mrs. Chao stood at the front of
the class, babbling off about gonorrhea. My mind was elsewhere. I drew a
random little doodle on a ripped scrap of notebook paper. I couldn't even
identify what it was. However, I found it to be eminently more interesting
than my teacher.

I had one other method of passing time in that class. I would occasionally
glance up from my masterpiece to take a quick peek at my new neighbor. At
the beginning of the period, Mrs. Chao had assigned a new seating chart, as
she did monthly. Sam Florentino. I didn't know what to think, really. Sam
had to be one of the hottest sophomores in the whole school...and it was a
BIG school. He had dark brown hair, almost black, which was cut really
short. Less than an inch. It was buzzed on the sides and in back. His style
was kind of difficult to describe. It was gelled and stood up, but it
wasn't spiked. It was kind of slicked back...but not really. His eyes were
a color somewhere between brown and green. His skin was nice and tan, and
he always had a confident smile on his face. Like he knew he was hot...but
at the same time, he managed not to come off with an air of arrogance. And
as for his body, or at least what I could see of it...he most definitely
worked out.

Despite his good looks, he was only moderately popular...but more popular
than me, none the less (not that I care about such things...). I had talked
to him in the past...but never out of a class, and never about anything
that wasn't pertinent to our assignments. I guess I considered him
something of an acquaintance. And I guess that there definitely were worse
people next to whom I could be sitting...however...I was made a little
uneasy by the fact that we were the only people in the entire back row of
seats in the class. If you know how most science classrooms are arranged,
there are usually sinks in the middle of the room, with a two-person table
on either side...making nice rows.  Well, we sat at the table in the back
left of the room. Being that I found myself attracted to the boy, it was
slightly awkward.

I suppose that I'm not too bad looking either. But where Sam's hair was
short and dark, mine was light and long. A kind of light chestnut in color,
and cut just at eye level. It was soft and silky and smooth and perfectly
straight...but the damn stuff was always getting in my eyes (which were
blue, incidentally). I had pale skin, with rosy cheeks and lips, and not a
blemish on my face. (Even Sam had a few on his chin. At least I beat him in
one area.) However, I couldn't compete with his body. But I wasn't bad.
That was me, Shawn Halliwell.  I looked up towards Mrs. Chao (for once),
and was slightly startled to see her putting up a poster of a diagram of
the male body. Not surprising in the sex-ed. unit, but still...I wasn't
quite expecting it.

I heard Sam chuckle to himself.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothin'," he shrugged it off.

"No, really. Tell me," I insisted.

"Well..." he sighed, "if you really wanna know."

"Just tell me."

"It's just...mine is SO much bigger than that guy's."

Now THAT startled me. After all...I barely knew the guy. Still...I suppose
it isn't all that abnormal for guys to brag about their supposed 'size' to
other guys. I glanced up at the board. The guy on the poster had a fairly
good sized package.

"Yeah right," I laughed it off.

"Seriously."

I stared at him for a moment. He was dead serious.

"Well," I decided to go along, "he's got nothing on me, either." Almost as
an afterthought, "Bet mine's bigger than yours."

"Bigger than mine? Surely you jest," he laughed in a whisper. So far, no
one had heard us. Good. Not a conversation upon which I particularly wanted
to be eavesdropped.

"Jest I do not," I replied.

"Prove it."

Now THAT *REALLY* startled me.

"Surely YOU jest," I said.

"I'm dead serious. Why don't you put your money where your mouth is?" he
asked.

"In the middle of class???"

"Who's gonna see but me? And besides...you'll see mine too, so it's not
like I'll have anything on ya...except the size of my dick," he said as
matter-of-factly as could be.

"You wish," I laughed uneasily.

"Prove it."

And I couldn't believe what I did next. I don't know what possessed me to,
but I actually felt myself reaching for my fly. Maybe the knowledge that if
I did, I would get to see Sam's dick...a thing which I had fantasized about
many times while beating my own meat. I felt myself grab my zipper...and
then pull down...and then reach inside. Next thing I knew...it was out in
the open. All four inches of me hanging out in the open in the middle of
biology class...for all the world to see...well...at least for Sam to see.
I could feel myself blushing as I sheepishly sat there with my legs spread,
and my limp dick hanging out of my jeans. I didn't know what to do but just
sit there. And so sit there I did. I looked up at Sam, and saw him
unabashedly staring agape down at my crotch. And I guess it really wasn't
anything to be ashamed of. It was long and thick, cut, and had a large,
smooth, rounded pink head to crown it off.  "Your turn..." I whispered
after thirty seconds, or so.  Sam broke his stare at my dick, glanced up at
me, smiled, and then reached down to his own crotch. With a flick of the
wrist, his fly was down. He reached in, and pulled out his. I almost
gasped. It was soft, and it had to have been over five inches long. It was
uncut, and just like the rest of him...it was tan and luscious. We both sat
facing each other, legs spread wide, dicks out in the open. We sat for
minutes on end, unable to take our eyes off of each others' dicks. Soon,
both of us were hard. Mine elongated to six and a half inches...his to at
least eight.

"You win..." I quietly whispered, after an eternity.

"Looks like I did...but you sure as hell came in with a nice second," he
said.

"I bet my balls are bigger than yours," I challenged him.

He raised an eyebrow as a drop of precum formed on the tip of his
dick. "Challenge accepted."

"On three," I said. "One...two...three..."

And thus, both of our ballsacks were brought out through our flies. While
his deep-colored scrotum was big, mine was bigger. I grinned. "Tied. One
all."  "Let's make it best two out of three," he grinned. "Let's see your
pubes."  I grinned. "Why not? One...two...three..."

And with that, our boxers were pulled to our knees...and Sam won by a
landslide. While I had a nice, decent patch of coarse light-brown hair
above my dick, Sam had a huge bush of thick black pubes crowning his. His
brush was huge...twice the size of mine. And beyond his thick brush was a
coat of soft down, and a thin black trail leading up to his navel. I was
salivating beyond belief.

"Looks like I win," Sam smiled. "Big dick..."

"BiggER dick," I chimed in.

"Bigger dick, and a helluva lot more pubes," he whispered triumphantly. He
quickly added, "But you've got some nice balls, there."

"The rest of it's pretty nice, too," I said, "if not as big as yours."

"I'll give you that," he agreed.

And that's when it hit me. Sam and I were sitting in the middle of biology
class with our pants around our knees, and raging boners jutting out from
our loins...exposed for the world to see. A stab of fear pierced my
heart. I froze. Was the whole class staring at us, laughing at us? Could
they see us, sitting there, staring at each others' dicks? After managing
to work up the courage, I cautiously looked up...and let out a huge sigh of
relief...almost audibly...but not quite. The entire class was leaning
forward, half asleep...and Mrs. Chao herself was practically blind. She
couldn't see anything out of the ordinary. Besides...she was too busy
explaining the logistics of the pituitary gland.  I looked at Sam. He, too,
saw that the coast was clear. We smiled at each other. He reached out, took
my hand, and placed it on his dick. I grinned. He placed his hand on the
head of my dick. We began to slowly rub the other's thick, hard dick. I'd
never touched another's dick...and I was fired with emotion and energy. It
was exciting...and it was erotic.

"Shawn...I want to see the rest of you," Sam whispered.

"Then so you shall," I smiled at him. I waited for a moment...until
Mrs. Chao turned around to begin explaining a diagram of a woman's vagina
(blech!) that was on the board. As soon as her back was to us, I ducked
under the table, and ripped my T-shirt shirt off over my head. I knelt down
before him under the desk, shirt off and shorts around my knees. My chest
wasn't developed...but it wasn't bad either. I was trim, and my skin was
pale. My shoulders were broad, and while my arms weren't buff, they were
muscled (somewhat). My chest wasn't developed, but, like my arms, was
somewhat muscled...just enough to make my pecs soft and pillowy. And, of
course, atop them were my soft, round, pink nipples.  Sam merely stared
down at me...my body...mouth open, but curved upwards in a smile. I could
tell that he liked what he saw.

"Now...show me the rest of you," I said. "Fair's fair."

Knowing that he, too, couldn't disappear under the desk without actually
arousing some suspicion, Sam pulled his shirt up, and pretended to wipe his
face with is. Now it was my turn to stare, agape. His chest was
breathtaking.  He had a somewhat defined six-pack, and his pecs were
somewhat developed. Atop them were small, tan nipples, and between them was
a patch of softy, downy, dark hair. I wanted nothing more than to lick his
body all over. I knew I couldn't, so I did the next best thing. As soon as
he put his shirt back down (you can only wipe the sweat off your face for
so long...), I leaned forward, reached up, and stuck my hands up his shirt,
and began to slowly and softly massage his flesh. The combination of the
smooth flesh and the soft down was almost more than I could handle.

And then...my dick brushed up against his leg.  It was all that I could do
not to moan right then and there. With a vengeance, I pulled Sam's cargo
shorts and CK boxers down to his ankles, and immediately stuck my dick
between his legs. Knowing exactly what I wanted, Sam closed his legs around
my dick. I began to thrust in and out...fucking his legs...from the point
where the tip of my dick was barely touching his flesh, to the point where
my pubes touched the hairs on his fine legs. In and out I went, over and
over again. I was so hot. I cupped his pecs, massaging his nipples with my
thumbs.

I closed my eyes, bowed my head in ecstasy...and my nose was greeted with a
scent unlike any I'd ever smelt before. I opened my eyes...and saw Sam's
huge dick in my face. The sweet scent of his manhood, dripping with precum.
I grinned, knowing exactly what to do next. I plunged down on his dick. I
could tell that I had taken him by surprise. I could hear him gasp,
attempting to stifle a moan. I went up and down on his dick as I thrust in
and out of his legs. I savored the sweet taste on my tongue...the tongue of
teen boy. A hella hot teen boy.

I could feel my dick aching for release, and at the same time swelling with
almost inconceivable pleasure. I could sense the same from his dick. I
wanted it to go on forever, but at the same time, I needed it to end. My
nose brushed against and was tickled by his pubes, and my chin bounced off
of his drooping balls with each plunge. I could feel the foreskin sliding
up and over his head, and I would lick around the head, and under its rim,
and down its slope. I could taste the drops of precum flowing out of him,
as his leg was wet with mine. My hands cupped his chest, his hands clasped
my shoulders. My mouth plunged up and down on his dick while mine plunged
in and out between his legs, and my chest and nipples rubbed up against his
leg...flesh on sensual flesh. And then...it happened. He clamped his hands
onto my head, and pushed it down on his dick. I let go of his chest, and
grasped his legs. And then...he shot...and I shot. A release of a huge
melting pot of emotions. Pleasure, desire, want, need, frustration, love
and more. His dick spurt out shot after shot after shot of stick, gooey cum
into my mouth, filling it with a sweet, salty taste...a taste of relief...
and my dick spurt out shot after shot after shot of cum...onto the floor...
and onto the wall behind us. A huge puddle of oozing, white goo. And
finally...with one final, heaving unison sigh...it was over. In unison, we
both shot our final shots...and collapsed...him onto his desk, and me onto
his leg.  My dick softened, and slipped out from between his legs, which
were now slippery and coated with my own juices, as was the wall behind
us. His, too, wilted and fell soft before my face. Snickering, I licked it
one final time...lollypop-style. I could hear him laugh, surprised and
slightly tickled.

Slowly, reluctantly, I knew it was time for us to get dressed again...
unless I really did want us to be discovered. First, I slid Sam's shorts
and his boxers up his legs, not hesitating to run my fingers along his
flesh as I did. I gently tucked his dick and balls into his shorts when the
time came. He was thoughtful enough to raise his butt a few inches off of
his chair to help me out. I gave his dick, the first I'd ever blown, one
last little pet, and then tucked it in. I then pulled the shorts the rest
of the way up, covering his pubes. I buttoned his button, and zipped his
fly. I sighed, and proceeded to dress myself beneath the table. First my
pants came up, and then my T-shirt came on. And slowly, making sure
Mrs. Chao wasn't watching, I slid back up into my chair. Sam and I
exchanged knowing, affectionate glances, and then looked back towards
Mrs. Chao. Still on the vagina. Ick. When something as beautiful, luscious
and delicious as what lay between Sam's legs could be had...who the hell
would want one of those slimy, gaping things?

Beneath the table, I could feel Sam reaching for my hand. Gladly I clasped
it. I could tell that something beautiful had just been creating...in the
middle of biology class, no less. It was odd to think that Sam, a boy whom
I had barely known upon entering the classroom that day, had now created a
strong bond in the space of a mere class period. I felt close to him. I
still didn't know him all that well...but I felt a bond, a tie to him now
that was almost palpable. And I could sense that he felt something similar.
I was almost certain that when we began to explore our newly founded
relationship with each other, we would find much, much more that was shared
between us. It was almost as if I felt I'd found a kindred spirit in him. I
don't know how I knew. I just did. And it felt good. I felt him gently
massage him hand with his thumb. The wild, animal sex we'd had only moments
before paled in comparison to this new dimension of emotional connection we
were only just then discovering. If it was so strong upon merely opening
the door...I couldn't wait to feel the intensity that I was certain I'd
feel in a week...let alone a month.

After only a few more minutes, the bell rang. The class miraculously woke
out of their trance. They'd been completely oblivious to Mrs. Chao for the
period...and (luckily) to Sam and myself as well. While gathering up my
things, I glanced behind me, and saw the congealing puddle on the floor and
wall. Smirking, I decided to leave it there. A kind of trophy...marking
where Sam and I had had our first encounter. Where we'd found each other.
Who knew? Maybe somebody would find it, maybe somebody wouldn't. I didn't
really care.

I gave Sam one final squeeze of the hand beneath the table, and then we
both set off for the door. On the way out, my gaze happened to meet the
gaze of Jake Carver, a guy who sat in the desk directly in front of Sam and
mine. I gave him the typical, obligatory guy curt nod of the head. In
response, he gave me a grin, a wink, and a gesture with his head right
directly towards Sam's and my desk.

Oh my God...could it have been true? Did he know??? My mouth dropped in
horror.  "Don't worry, man, it's cool," he assured. "Nice show back there,"
and he gestured down towards his own pants. He moved a book aside that he'd
been holding in front of his crotch to reveal a rather large wet spot.
"Enjoyed it." And with that, he grinned, and strode out of the room.

And with that, he was gone...and Sam and I stood there, the last ones left
in the classroom...staring at each other...not knowing what to think...how
to feel...or what to do. Somebody knew. It kind of turned me on...and it
kind of scared me, and I could tell Sam felt the same. Somebody knew.

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Well...there ya go. My second attempt at an original piece of erotic
fiction. Questions, comments, criticisms, compliments -- I especially like
those...send me lots of those ;)...are all welcome. You can reach me at
cute_gay_boy@hotmail.com. Until next time, ciao.