Date: Fri, 17 Nov 2006 22:12:05 -0700 From: Justin Dennis Subject: all nighter 2 Disclaimer: This short story is a work of pure fiction, and is based on fictitious people, and a fictitious situation. It is not meant for the eyes of children under the age of 18. If you are insulted by sexuality among teenagers, homosexuality, or erotica in general, I suggest you do not read further. If you are okay by the rules, you may read on. - School was boring as hell. Sometimes I wonder why I'm even in it! I get 95% average in all the cores! It's always been a mystery why everyone doesn't just... walk out. Anyways, the all nighter I had with Richard a few days ago still pecks at my brain. I keep wondering why I did what I did... or whether or not I should do it again. When THAT thought hit me... I would get a sense of longing... like I DO want to do it again. Richard kept glancing at me. It was last block... was it Social? No, it was Math. They're all the same... it was two minutes 'till the final bell. I was loathing it. The teacher had hired me, since I have such a high average, to tutor all the stupid kids with ADD after school. She was currently handing back exams. Anyone who failed would have to stay after school with me, and two nerdy chicks whom I hated 'cause they got higher marks than me. But, when the teacher reached Richard, I heard her say out loud (she tends to mock failing students) "I guess you're staying after school." Richard groaned out loud, and a few people started chuckling at him. I almost jumped for joy... but I withdrew. I was almost happy when the bell rang; only two people failed; Richard, and this other kid named Jordan. I quickly volunteered to turor Richard on the quiz. (Jordan did SO BAD in Math that he had to do extra tutoring with the teacher). After about five minutes, Richard and I were alone in the small classroom. "So, you failed?" I quickly asked. "32%!" he yelled. "It was so easy!" "Well clearly it wasn't," I said smuggly. There was an awkward silence. I fidgeted a bit, waiting for him to speak. At first he opened his mouth, but then closed it. "What?" I asked. "I was gonna ask if you wanted to come for another all nighter... but-" He cut off. I felt my face start to tighten; I knew I had to speak before I blushed. "Well, why not?" I asked. He looked at me, surprised. That look he gave me, told me instantly that he was thinking of that night all day... just as I was. "I..." he stopped. I dropped my books down on the desk nearest me. "I didn't think..." I started. "...you wanted me back." "Dude, come on," He said a little loudly. "What happened that night... that was awesome." I grinned. "You can't just ignore things like that." "True," I said. I was starting to get turned on. "I have lead all over my hands," he suddenly changed the subject; I figured that conversation must've turned him on, too. "I need to wash up." "I'll come with," I said. "I've got white out on my hands." "Why?" "I was... albinoizing my pencils." That was actually the reason; you'd be surprised how boring school can actually get. "Alright then," he said. We headed straight for the boys washroom in the hall we were in. The school was completely deserted; again, you'd be surprised how quick people leave. The bathroom is a large room, although at lunch time, a line could actually form here. We counter that by going into the Public washroom that only half the students know is there, despite the fact it's right across from the front doors. I went in first; when I turned, I saw Richard had packed, and brought his knapsack. "Why are you bringing your backpack?" I asked. "Duh," he said. "I'm skipping." "What?" "Oh, come on!" he exclaimed. "The teachers are all doing DTs in their rooms... and you wouldn't tell, would you?" I shook my head. "So why stay? It's a waste of time!" I couldn't say I disagreed. I suppose I could just say that Richard took the tutoring session, but didn't really get it. He started to wash his hands. I watched. When he was finished he asked me, "So are you gonna come over, or not?" I asked him, "Wouldn't that be... awkward?" He sighed. That's when I figured it out. "Did you... want me to come over so we could... watch porn again?" He looked at me, straight in the eye. I could tell that he was picturing us. That's when I saw his hips flex a little bit. I knew he was horny. I'm good at telling these things (I have a twelve year old brother... who has magazines). "You getting hot?" I asked, slowly. He gulped. I walked up to him. "It's obvious what your thinking about." "I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since it happened." He replied. "You want it?" I asked. He nodded. "Right now?" "Fuck yeah." He led me into the largest cubical, at the back of the bathroom. Once in there, he dropped his pants, and underwear. Wearing just a shirt and socks, he stood in front of me. He wasn't erect yet, so I needed to do a little foreplay action. First I fiddled with his floppy dick, and rubbed his thighs. I bent down, and massaged his ballsac with both my hands. His eyes were closed, focussing on the feeling of my (probably really cold) hand. Soon enough, his six and a half inches were standing, and he sat on the toilet (they were freshly cleaned, apparently, so it smelled like a pine-fresh meadow in there). I placed his dick in my mouth, just like last time. I stroked up and down slowly... he clearly wanted it to go faster, but I held back. I loved the familiar taste of his precum, the soft texture of his penis and the sound of his moans. He was beginning to move his waist to the motion of my sucking, and soon, he was almost bouncing. I realized that I should escalade it up a little further. I took his dick out of my mouth, and he watched as I slid my tongue up and down the shaft. I tickled the head alot, which seemed to exhilerate Richard's experience. He moaned and moaned until I stopped. Then, I went down to his ballsac, which hung closely below. I tickled it with my tongue, except more quickly, and more vigerously. Soon, he was begging to cum (not literally... it was his face that gave it away). I decided to grant his wish. I started sucking on the shaft harder and faster, while tickling his balls with my hand. That's when he made a large moan of pleasure, and the warm, soothing (and VERY familiar) taste of Richard Juice entered my mouth. It was quite a bit more than last time, but I was able to gobble up every drop of it. He was gasping for air as I pumped the rest of his cum out. He then looked down on me and asked, "Is Friday good for you?" I smiled, "I'll ask my parents."