Date: Sat, 23 Mar 2013 12:50:30 +0000 (UTC)
From: fiveholepunch@comcast.net
Subject: Eli and Joe

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Eli and Joe

I accidentally saw one of my friends from science class suck off another
guy after school. Well, sort of accidentally. It came as quite a shock
actually, because I would've never thought it possible that these two guys
would have sex together, they were total opposites.

Here's the background. We're all in ninth grade; there's Eli, Joe and me
and we all have science class together first thing in the morning. Eli and
I had both gone to different middle schools, so we only met this year, but
we struck up a casual friendship because our seats were right next to each
other in class. Joe actually moved in after the beginning of the school
year so he was new to everything.  He sat halfway across the room, but he
was hard to miss. Joe was huge for fourteen-year-old; he was six foot one
and 170 pounds and he looked to be easily sixteen years old, although when
you looked close you could tell he was still just a kid. Me? I was five
ten, 140 pounds and I looked my age. Eli was about five five and couldn't
have been much more than 100 pounds, he looked to be about twelve and a
half years old. If you haven't figured it out by now, the two guys I saw
after school were Eli and Joe.

Now, to be honest, I wasn't just a casual observer of my classmates. I was
definitely interested in guys and so I checked out every guy in sight
constantly. As to my two classmates, they were no exception; I assessed
their potential from day one. Joe was good looking, he had close cropped,
dirty blonde hair and he looked like the jock he was. While we all wore
hooded sweatshirts, it was almost de rigueur for guys in our school, Joe
was the kind of guy who wore long nylon basketball shorts whether it was
cold out or not. That was fine by me because I could see what I wanted to
see. And what I could clearly see was Joe's cock. It was proportional to
his body, which is to say large compared to most ninth graders. Joe's
schlong was thick and it hung down three to four inches depending on how
hot or cold it was in the classroom. Joe was so visible in the thin nylon
of his shorts that I could tell he was cut; I could see the outline of his
flared helmet if the light was right.

While I enjoyed casually checking out Joe, to be honest, I never seriously
thought about having sex with him. Why? Joe appeared to me to be a hundred
percent heterosexual. Not that he had a girlfriend, most guys didn't in
ninth grade, but Joe just came across as straight. Now I know we shouldn't
judge a book by its cover, but if you were going on probabilities alone,
Joe would be far down the list if you're going to consider the possibility
of his fooling around with another guy. Truth be told, most people if asked
would've said the same thing about me, in ninth grade I wasn't going to
advertise the fact that I was gay.

I thought my chances were better with Eli. Eli didn't come across as gay;
he was just a sweet, simple kid. Not sweet as in effeminate, but sweet as
in really nice. Simple? Well, Eli wasn't the smartest, but he was the most
ingenuous guy you would want to meet. Besides his personality Eli
definitely had endearing looks. Eli had black hair and dark brown eyes; his
large, extremely dark pupils and his long black eyelashes gave him the
appearance of, there's no other way to describe it, a puppy dog. Eli's
features were delicate; his jaw was thin, covered on the sides with as-yet
undarkened hair. Whether Eli was gay or not, I couldn't tell, but I thought
there might be a chance to fool around if I could get him to come over
after school some time. That wasn't going to be easy because Eli had a very
protective mother who wouldn't let him go anywhere. So I was kind of
surprised, when leaving school one Friday, to see Joe and Eli walking away
from the front of the school, where they both caught a different bus every
day, towards the back of the school and the not-so temporary portable
classrooms that butted up against the maintenance sheds used for the
athletic fields.

I was going to call out to them, but didn't; at first, because they were
fairly far off, but then because I was kind of curious as to why they were
heading towards the back of the school. I decided to follow. I watched them
both turn a corner near one of the portables. By the time I got down there
I wasn't too sure which direction they had taken so I decided to walk
around each of the portables, which were encircled by wooden ramps and
covered platforms that allowed students to get from the main school
building to these classrooms in inclement weather. Even though the
classrooms were locked up and there were no teachers or students around, I
was pretty stealthy in my search for my friends because I didn't want to
get caught by security; they might think that anyone around here after
school was trying to vandalize school property. I had just about reached
the last portable where the platform ended, elevated five or six feet off
the ground when I heard Joe's voice.

"The maintenance guys are doing the football field. They'll be down there
for at least an hour."

"Are you sure?"

It was Eli's voice. I took a couple steps so I could peer around the corner
to see where they were.

"Positive. We got plenty of time."

I stuck my head around the corner just far enough so I could see. Down
below, in a small cul-de-sac between the electrical boxes for the portables
and the back of the maintenance sheds, I could see my two classmates about
twenty feet away.

"Come on, you said you wanted to," Joe admonished Eli.

"I know," Eli acknowledged.

"We might not get the chance again," Joe advised.

"Okay," Eli concluded.

The chance for what I wondered? I was about to find out.

"Should I get down on my knees?" I heard Eli ask meekly.

"Yeah."

Eli knelt down in front of Joe. I couldn't believe what I was seeing; there
was no way this was really happening.

"Should I pull them down?"

"Yeah, go ahead."

Eli grabbed the hem of the white, perforated nylon shorts and pulled them
down so they fell around Joe's ankles. Eli looked up and giggled. As I
watched, I reached down automatically and started fingering my penis which
was rapidly swelling in my jeans. I could see Joe's penis was in the same
state of semi-erection as it pressed against the cotton of his boxers.

Eli, smiling coyly, reached up and teasingly pulled on Joe's boxers. Joe
didn't waste any time helping Eli get them down. When Joe's cock sprung
free of the elastic waistband, I felt a spasm in my bottom and a hot rush
shoot up my spine. I was fully hard, my penis bent off to the side in the
tight folds of my jeans and underwear.  I tried to stuff my hand down the
front of my pants so I could free my aching boner, but I was having
trouble; I didn't want to take my eyes off what was happening and I didn't
want to move around too much and risk being discovered.

I stared at Joe's cock. It stood out and away from Joe's muscular belly and
thighs. Its skin was dark near the base. Joe had dark pubes, but, to my
surprise, they weren't too long and Joe's wrinkly scrotum wasn't that hairy
either. Near the other end of his six inch rod, the skin quickly turned
from a cocoa-like brown to a pink at Joe's cutline. A purple corona flared
before curving into a stout, round cockhead. I wasn't the only one staring
at Joe's cock, Eli was too.

"Go ahead, take it," Joe suggested.

Eli reached up and took the fat, upward curving shaft in his right hand. He
smiled with genuine delight and gave a few quick strokes to the thick
muscle. I could see the catch in Joe's breath and he winced at the
sensation. Eli laughed.

"Suck it, Eli," Joe asked with a husky desire in his voice.

I felt a burning in my thighs; I could literally feel the hair on my
constricted balls rise up and rub on my cotton briefs. My anus twitched
again. I knew I couldn't touch myself or I would come in my pants.

Eli leaned forward and put his lips around the end of Joe's penis. Joe let
out a sigh of satisfaction.

"Ohhh ... Yeahh ..."

Eli put both of his hands on the back of Joe's thighs. Joe gently rubbed
the hair on the side of the kneeling boy's face. Eli sucked the first two
or three inches of the thick teenage phallus. Then, Eli must've tongued
Joe's cockhead.

"Uhhh!" Joe gasped.


My jock classmate closed his eyes, his buttocks tightening with the
immediacy of the lingual sensation.  Hearing Joe's guttural utterance of
animal satisfaction, I nearly came; my cock jerked in sympathy, on the very
edge of erupting.  Eli kept sucking steadily, a studious look on his face.
Joe reached around and grabbed the back of Eli's head; he looked like he
was going to pass out. His cock thickened noticeably. His testicles rose in
his dark sack. Then, Eli must've tongued Joe again. That did it.

"I ... I'm coming!" Joe blurted out desperately.

Joe tried to hold onto the back of Eli's head. I could hear Eli grunt as
the first spurt shot in his mouth.

"Mmmpphh!"

I reached down and grabbed my cock through my jeans.

"Unggh!" Joe groaned loudly in release.

Eli took the second spurt of semen and part of the third before it began to
leak from around his lips.

At this point I came in my pants. I grimaced, it hurt so much, but I didn't
take my eyes off of the tableaux of my two classmates below.  The visual
contrast between Joe, with his thick, adult-sized rod and muscular thighs,
grasped by the slight, delicate Eli, kneeling at his feet, heightened the
intensity of the jizz rhythmically spurting into my cotton briefs.

Eli kept the thick rod in his mouth until Joe was finished shooting, but he
couldn't avoid letting some of the spluge leak from the side of his
lips. As soon as Joe finished Eli pulled away and let most of his spit and
Joe's sperm dribble from his open mouth onto the ground.

I had by this time finished pumping the biggest load I had ever shot in my
life into my pants and, boy was it a mess.  Even though I wanted to see
more, I knew I had to get out of there.  I didn't want to get caught spying
by my classmates, but most of all I didn't want to get caught with a huge
circular wet spot in front of my jeans by anyone.  As I turned away I heard
Eli complain that he had gotten some of Joe's jizz on his sweatshirt.
Hearing this, my cock twitched in sloppy, sticky cotton.

I swung around out of view, a bit unsteady on my feet after having such an
intense orgasm.  I quickly took my backpack off and held it in front of me
to hide the evidence of my spontaneous come.  I tried to run away as
quickly as possible to avoid detection which, I'll tell you, is not very
easy to do carrying a backpack in front of you and feeling your runny jizz
slipping down your right leg with every step.  I somehow managed to walk
all the way home without having anyone notice my predicament, although a
few people must've wondered what kind of idiot I was for carrying my
backpack like that.  I also had to make my way into my house and not have
my mom notice before I made it upstairs to my room to change.

Needless to say, I masturbated that night, the next day, and for a long
time thereafter, thinking of what I saw that afternoon. I thought about how
something like that could've happened.  Did it just come up in
conversation?  Did Joe ask Eli?  Even wilder, did Eli ask Joe?  Did Joe
return the favor?  What else would they do?  My mind reeled all weekend
with these unanswerable questions.  I wondered how I could find out the
answers and, more importantly, could I get in on the action?

When I got back to school on Monday, I looked at my classmates in an
entirely different way.  Glancing over at my friend, I couldn't believe Eli
had sucked Joe's cock.  I was distracted all period thinking of Eli sitting
there in class looking so innocent and the image of him on his knees
spitting out a thick load of freshly ejaculated semen.  After a while, Eli
asked me why I was "acting weird."  I told him I would tell him later.
Should I?


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