Date: Fri, 26 Sep 2003 12:58:07 EDT From: LoveAHorse@aol.com Subject: Wes & Adam, part 3 Wes & Adam, part 3 By:Adam and Wes Crandle This story may not be copied or motified without express permission from the authors and all that junk. You shouldn't be reading this if it is against the law to in your states.Not that I'm gonna say thing, cause I know I didn't give a damn about the law when I was 15 or 16. How ironic that I ended up in law school! --------------------------------------------------------------- Hey guys! Well, I didn't have enough time to write this part, so I kind of fandogooled Adam into writing part 3. He's much more descriptive than me, so this one will be better detailed than my point of view. Till we meet again, ~Weston Crandle P.S.- Fandogooled: Roped in to; forced; hooked ---------------------------------------------------------------- Weird or unusual question(new): What is a phobia of snakes? I have a friend who's terrified of them. She freezes up when she see's one in a magazine! (Don't ask me why she was looking at a National Geographic and didn't expect to see a snake. Sheesh, thatjust doesn't me since to me! ---------------------------------------------------------------- I remember waking up to two things. The alarm clock and Wes's fingers tracing my lips. That felt really, good, almost magical. I didn't want to break the moment, but we'd be late on the 1st day of school. And the stupid alarm clock was giving me a headache. I grabbed Weston's rists and rolled over on top of his gorgeous, almost hairless chest. His well defined six pack moved when he laughed. "Good mornin' beautiful!" I said, kissing him full on the mouth. It was a slow, passionate, loving kiss. Our tongues fought in a silent battle that seemed to last for hours. When we finally pulled apart, I glanced at the clock. In reality, the kiss had lasts only a few seconds. "Morning to you too, sunshine!" Wes replied, and pinched my nipple. I yelled out in mock pain, smacking his shoulders. "What time do we have to be at school, innyhoo?" I asked him, using a word borrowed from Wes. See, our parents, being Mr. and Mrs. Grammer, tried to teach Wes proper English when he was little, using words like anyhow and such. But whenever he said it, it came out "innyhoo" so the whole family kind of just adopted the word as their own. "8:20 A.M. You've been in highschool for 4 years, this being the fourth, and you haven't remembered that yet?" He teased me. I relied on Wes alot to remind me about stuff like that: appointments, birthdays, etc. The whole family did. He was just that kind of guy. Not that he wouldn't give you hell for not remembering by yourself. He was like that. He still is. I responded with the manliest thing I could think of at that moment. I stuck out my tongue. ************ I managed to catch Wes in the bathroom in the middle of 3rd period. After a few kisses, we compared schedules and found out we both had a free period for our 5th, and quickly agreed to meet at my car to go somewhere a little more private. I could hardly stand waiting for 4th period to be over, so I could see his angel face and drown in his indigo-blue eyes. To feel his pink, luscious lips on mine once more. Feel the electricity coursing through us like a stray bolt of lightning as we embraced. When the bell rang as if to cue the beginning of 5th period, I practically skipped out into the parking lot. "hey, loverboy, what took you so long?" Wes kidded me a kind of romantic way. "I was busy pining away. See, my guy said he'd meet me out by my car, and I can't seem to find him anywhere!" I replied, playing along with him. "Oh, his been waiting for you a long time, I think," Wes spoke matter-of-factly, stepping closer. I was getting a major hardon. Noticing, he said, "Junior's lookin' mighty jumpy today!" I replied with an evil grin, "Wanna help me fix him?" I said seductively. "Oh, I'll fix him, alright. I'll fix him reeeeeeal good," he responded, licking his lips. I couldn't take it anymore, so I pushed him in the passenger's seat, and informed him we were going to Peterbburg Lake for a picnic lunch. We started making love as soon as we arrived at the picnic spot, all food foregotten. We came 3 times each and my rod had been inside his tight ass twice before we had to head back. That was one of the best times we've had out of many, many, many more to come.