Message-ID: <121316Z23071994@anon.penet.fi> Newsgroups: alt.sex.motss From: an35157@anon.penet.fi X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.motss Organization: Anonymous contact service Reply-To: an35157@anon.penet.fi Date: Sat, 23 Jul 1994 12:07:39 UTC Subject: Saved By The Bell 3: Zack's Fantasy (mm) Lines: 73 WARNING!!! This story contains consensual male-male sex. If you don't want to read it, hit "n" now. Otherwise, enjoy! Flames will be treated with prompt disdain. Have a nice day. ^L ^L Saved By The Bell: Zack's Fantasy "Bye, Zack! I'm really looking forward to our date on Friday! See ya then!" Kelly skipped away with Lisa and Jesse for cheerleading practice. Thank God. It was getting harder and harder to keep up this facade. With every passing semester, Zack's feelings towards Kelly became less and less sexual. What was it he was going through? Could he tell her? She was much too boppy--she'd dump him and his cover would be blown. Oh well, another year. Zack made it home just in time to see his dad pull out of the garage for work. "Son! I'm gonna be late again tonight. Dinner's in the fridge!" he said as he drove off in his Bronco. Good, though Zack. Undisturbed freedom in the house. He watched his dad turn down the next street. After fifteen minutes, he decided it was safe, and stripped down to his boxer briefs. God they made him look hot. Just like Marky Mark. He swaggered around the living room grabbing his crotch every once in a while and striking a pose. Zack went upstairs and turned on the monitor in his room, after plugging in the special "X" cable from the back. On his screen, in full color, appeared the shower of the guy's locker room at Bayside. In just ten minutes, it would be full of hot wrestlers looking to cool off from practice. He could hardly wait. He grabbed the bulge in his boxers and gave it a squeeze. His turgid cock hardened a bit, and strained upwards. Zack reached the remote control from his desk and turned on his VCR and TV. A porno tape came on with two hot young Filipino kids going at it. Damn good import. They couldn't be more than 15. His dick was straining at the elastic band of his Calvin Kleins. He decided to let it loose and pulled them down to his knees. His cock popped up, a full eight thick inches, and slapped him audibly in the stomach. He stroked it lightly and watched the kids come all over each other. "C'mon Slater," he thought. Ever since the beginning of last fall, he had watched A.C. hang out in the locker room until all the other guys had finished and left and then he'd go into the showers and jack himself off. I guess that's the price you pay for living with a general at home, he thought. A.C. was hung hard and long- an easy nine inches of tan flesh that matched every other well-developed part of his body. His balls hung low, except when he came, and even then, they didn't come up too far. Slater could come ribbons, he had so much testosterone. Zack wondered what the janitors thought when they cleaned out the cum-stained showers three times a week. He knew what he thought. And it made his boxer-briefs wet. As Zack turned backed to the monitor, he noticed the first of the wrestlers streaming into the shower. They were all hot, young studs, but none had the sculpted Greek form of his best friend, A.C. And none of them ever popped a boner for his viewing pleasure, either. As he watched these young stallions soap themselves up, he started getting hard again. He stroked his cock hard in anticipation of A.C.'s grand entrance. He liked to be ready to cum when A.C. arrived, so that he could enjoy the entire show on the brink of his own orgasm. Pre-cum leaked from his fleshy slit. He dabbed it with his finger and tasted it. Sweet. With a terrific bitter aftertaste. His cock got harder, and he pulled his balls up and down. It should be any second, he thought. His cock ached with excitement. The last of the wrestlers exited the shower, and Zack held his breath. A.C. was always there within one minute of the last departure. A minute passed, then two. He kept stroking to maintain his erection. Where the hell was he? After five minutes of waiting and stroking, he could take it no longer. "Slater! Don't leave me hanging!!!" "Not a chance." Zack jumped out of his skin at the voice. Not because it was strange, but because it was unexpected. He turned around to find Slater standing in his doorway, wearing his sweaty clinging wrestler's suit. "Hhhhow long have you been here?" Zack managed to get out, while covering himself with his briefs, to little avail. He was busted. "Long enough to know who put the camera in the showers, preppie." Slater grinned, dimples forming on his gorgeous face. "Shit, Slater. You can't tell *anyone*. Got that? I'll do anything. Just don't tell Kelly!" Slater just stood there grinning. He said nothing. "Look, it was just a joke! I didn't mean anything by it. I swear, I'll get rid of it tomorrow!" in his best get-out-of-trouble voice. Still no response. "What do you want? Why don't you say something?" Finally, he broke the silence. He loved having this power of his best buddy, whose erection had fallen drastically in shame. "Oh, okay. We'll make a deal, then?" "Anything." "How about, you leave the camera there, and record the other guys for me so I can watch them at home on the VCR you're going to give me. Oh, but first, you can suck my dick. I haven't gotten off today." Zack looked down and for the first time noticed that Slater did have a huge bulge in his shorts. His dick stirred. "Are you sure you want..." "Suck it NOW, preppie!" Slater ordered, military fashion. He ripped off his jersey and shorts and approached the bleach-blond. Zack was practically in convulsions at the excitement of smelling Slater's sweaty crotch. He breathed in deeply, and grazed the swelling tip of his cock with a tentative tongue. "Don't tickle, SUCK!" And with that, Slater forced his rod into Zack's mouth. He knew enough not to give him all nine inches at once, so instead fed him just a few inches at a time. The warmness felt terrific. Much better than that toothy Jesse, who could never treat his manhood with the respect and care he required. Zack slid his tongue with pleasurable ease down the veiny shaft of Slater's cock. He could feel the heat and pulsing of the swelling rod, and swiped his tongue all over the underside of the huge Latino cock. Slater moaned happily. Zack begin to ascend the length of Slater's dick, and focused his attention on the bulbous uncut head. With his right hand, he pulled the skin off the head, and began stroking himself rapidly with his left. Slater noticed Zack's pace and pulled him off between short breaths. "Not so fast, surfboy. This is gonna last, got it?" "Oh man, Slater, I can't hold out much longer." Zack looked desperate. "How many times can you come in an hour, then?" Slater inquired. "Ummm. I don't know. Three or so. At least, that's my record." He smiled. "Well call Guinness, preppie. We're gonna break a record today. Get undressed." Zack slid his CK's off and rid himself of his gay-looking shirt. Slater threw his wrestling tights in a corner. "Get on your bed, Zack. On your knees." Zack hesitated, and then realized he didn't have much choice. A little nervous, a lot excited, he followed Slater's command. "Now lean back a little." Zack's ass-cheeks spread some as a result. Just enough to expose his winking pucker-hole. Slater grinned again, his dimples deepening. With the force of a high-school athlete, he dove head first into Zack's hole with his tongues. Zack squeaked in delight. He felt the oral muscle penetrating his sphincter and relaxed. The tongue slid in further. Slater set up a rhythm with his tongue: in, out, circle, in, circle, out, repeat. Zack resumed his moaning and starting running his hand up and down his smooth chest. Suddenly, without warning, he felt Slater's stubby hand grab his raging cock. It wasn't near as wet as his ass was now, but the dry tugging made him all the more excited. Slater's pace was incredible, and indicated that he didn't want Zack to wait on this first load. So Zack leaned back further into the slurping tongue and braced himself for the wave of orgasm that swelled through his body. He felt it first in his upper back, for some reason, and it shot like a rocket down his spine, around past his dripping ass, and straight up his shaft and all over his bed. Spurt after spurt of jism flew forward from his dick and landed with a small splat on his bed. Who cared? He could always turn them over until he got a chance to do his own wash. And he was in heaven. After the excitement died down a bit, and Slater stopped stroking on his now moist cock, he fell down to his elbows and laughed. "Who would've thought, Slater? Do you know how long I've wanted this?" Slater smiled. "Hey! It's not over yet, preppie. Now it's my turn." END OF PART 1 ------------------------------------------------------------------------- To find out more about the anon service, send mail to help@anon.penet.fi. Due to the double-blind, any mail replies to this message will be anonymized, and an anonymous id will be allocated automatically. You have been warned. Please report any problems, inappropriate use etc. to admin@anon.penet.fi.