Date: Wed, 8 Feb 2023 00:22:08 +0000 (UTC)
From: Terry Green <terrygreen822@aol.com>
Subject: Dylan and I Improvise

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Mrs Broderick's 7th period English class made me sleepy. Sure I had
lunch and a Monster energy drink, but out comes the Homer or Chaucer
literature. So barbaric to keep us learning these works from who knows
when. I fought the Z monster "wondering when in real life" this would
be used. "The next category will be English Literature." I picked the
one for $200, before class bully Jeff kicked my desk. How long has I been
out? Thankfully the bully might have done me a favor, although not by
design, as the last time I fell asleep in this class I got extra
assignments. It was torture. As Mrs Broderick droned on about, "elements
of writing," I knew that this weekend was going to be incredible. My
lover Dylan, would be staying with me, as the folks and sister checked
out more colleges for her to attend.

Dylan and I knew each other in 9th grade, but not too well, as our high
school classes didn't align much. We now joked that the administration
didn't want two gay guys to connect, but eventually our attraction for
each other took place. After drama club one night, he texted me out of
the blue, "stop by my house." Being only one neighborhood over from the
school, and where I resided, I had a feeling that this would establish
us. So many times I watched porn sites and thought of him. He was so
fucking hot. While he was the thespian, I did drama club for my future
college resume. As a starter on the freshman football team, this was a
back up in case I got injured. My mom and dad were right on this,
although I delivered the pain as outside linebacker.

Actually smiling as the varsity coach, wasn't blowing smoke up my ass.
Sophomore and all metropolitan linebacker, I was already getting visits
from collegiate scouts. At 6'2 and 220 of muscle I was only going to
grow. Coach Timmons had been at our school for decades, and had
championship teams, along with developing multiple division one players.
He assured me after my sophomore season ended, "you have a bright
future, and I have a feeling the University of Florida would get me." I
hoped so as living near Orlando in Lakehaven, it was a dream to play for
the home team. Two more years wasn't that long really. Dylan was very
supportive, and he helped me academically. He would probably be the
valedictorian our senior year, as he already was taking advanced
placement everything. I wished he could sit in this desk as Mrs Broderick
got into Greek mythology, and it's influence on countless writers.

That first night at his house was awesome. We drank some of his parents
booze. Somehow we ended up kissing, and he gave me a blowjob as I stroked
his penis off. It happened so fast, and now as full time lovers, we were
far more passionate and advanced in our relationship. We were the ying
and yang. Both of us learned more about sexuality, and after approving of
his shaved crotch, I let him make me smooth as well. His blonde hair and
green eyes, while he shaved me off got me randy, and it ended up with me
bending him over and having my way. Since then we were almost
inseparable, making out when possible, and this weekend he was in for
some good trouble.

Friday night Katie seemed giddy. Mom and dad were too, as they'd be
rolling out to Williams college. Katie was more introverted than I was.
She had been recommended this school by her guidance counselor, and who
knew if Mrs Baine was correct or not. A lot of students thought her
primary job was serving the male principal. Through the rumor mill and
social media, some thought they'd seen them together before. Both had
wedding rings on. Being fairly accustomed to violence, we hoped this
wouldn't lead to a nightmare on our campus. I could handle jerks like
Jeff for the most time, but watching Tik Tok, there were lots of vicious
videos on people finding their significant other was cheating on them.

So happy mom and dad ordered us pizza and wings from Papa Maggio's, as
they made the best in our area. On their front window it said "open
since 1962." That's a long time. Also they hooked us up, with a free
pizza if we made the honor roll. As a growing young guy I was grateful
for this. Katie was while we ate, looking at the campus. Williams College
wasn't too far away in Broward County. Yet it would allow her to be
independent, and get the degree she wanted. I remember as a little boy,
her talking about going into biological research. Nothing had changed
this, and according to Mrs Baine and the internet, this small school was
known for this area of study. We loved each other, despite being polar
opposites. Mom and dad were quite nice to us, and before she went off to
school, we planned on a France trip to learn of moms side of the family.

They'd be leaving early in the morning. I'd stay up late playing online
PlayStation games, and wake up. I'd have my usual breakfast. Then I'd
have my lunch as I jumped Dylan's bones. He always brought out my
passion, and although small, I was trying to get him to try out for the
track team. He was fast for a white guy, and despite being so focused on
academic matters, he was looking into it finally. I knew he had what it
took, and plus he also grew up playing golf with his father and brother.
That was another option as well. Thinking of him on the greens in a tight
polo got me frustrated, but I knew soon that I'd be able to handle this
with him. He always dressed so immaculately, but I was bound and
determined to get into his underpants. Also I just wanted to spend time
with him, as the love we shared was special, and I trusted him completely
as my confidante. Plus we could get into some video games, along with
running a bit on a nearby course. Then again the driving range was
walking distance too, so that could be fun for both of us.

Playing Madden into who knows what hour, I finally crashed in my bed.
Upon waking up, I saw that my parents left me money for a meal or two,
and also the fridge was quite full. Having some waffles, I guzzled a
Pepsi, belching loudly in an empty house. It was strange with everyone
gone. Yet sometimes a teenage guy likes this, and as I looked at the
clock it wouldn't be long. Taking a hot shower, I put on tight blue
shorts and a tshirt. Hopefully Dylan scored some booze. He always had
that, and also was known to occasionally smoke weed, but I had to avoid
it during football season. I had been approached by the baseball coach,
and was considering this. Only playing little league, he was right that
I'd have to practice, but with my athleticism probably could make the
team. I agreed with him, first base was the best spot. There I wouldn't
have to worry as much about defense, and could work on my power swing.
Coach was right I had the upper body strength, to knock some balls over
the fences.

After drinking another Pepsi, the knock on the front door was downright
magical. There was Dylan with his tight green t shirt and black backpack
on. His blonde hair was messy which always turned me on. Opening the door
we kissed. He put the backpack down gingerly, which meant that in
addition to the lube, he had liquor for us. His parents were high
functioning alcoholics, although they never seemed to catch on. It felt
so good to have him here. We sat on the couch. He wasn't hungry but
surprised me. As we kissed he pulled my shorts down, and before I could
do anything he was down on his knees.

My cock reacted like a missile defense system, instantly hardening. As I
pushed his head down on my throbbing 9 inch pole, I made him gag on it.
He was going to deepthroat my manhood, and I couldn't wait to be inside
that tight ass of his. Yet for some reason he was like a praying mantis
on me. As I howled out in joy, and my knees with the couch behind me
turned to jelly, he looked up at me. The eye contact was so magnetic. His
greens and my blues met. Smiling he felt my big full balls up and said,
"I feel them tightening up. I'm going to suck you now so you last
longer later. You'll eventually fuck me today." Such a tease, and
before I could respond I heard the clicking noise and saw precum on his
lips. He had his tongue and lips working in tandem, as I just couldn't
believe how good he baptized my large pulsating cock. Aggressively he
bobbed down like for apples, and as my body tightened up, my balls shot a
huge load in his mouth. He missed not one drop, and although a sweaty
mess, I could taste a little of my sperm as our tongues danced together.
Smiling he said "I know you'll have more for me later." When he gave
me head like this, he meant it "suck your soul out." This and then the
fact he wanted to drink some booze now, I was game. He did tease me a
bit, because even though I just had my balls emptied, ge purposely pulled
his pants down. The pink jock strap with those buns looking amazing. So
damn sexy and it wouldn't be long, before I'd just have to have my way
with him. His eyes sparkling plus that nice cock gift wrapped up front in
that pouch, I was so ready to pounce him when possible.

Oh yes we got the Jack Daniels out. That bourbon always did it for us. We
drank quite a few Jack and Cokes. Also we played some video games
together. Holding his hands also, embracing him, and kissing was a dream
come true. We laughed and just felt so comfortable together. I enjoyed
holding his face and kissing him lovingly, but eventually things just
happened. Soon my hands were up his t shirt. His sensitive nipples were
hard, and looking at his shorts, he was as well. There are just some
times where the tension has to be dealt with. Sure we enjoyed spending
time, but that male biological drive is in our DNA. Taking his shorts
down, he smiled and his eyes closed, as I felt his hard penis through the
pink fabric. Precum was penetrating the material, and I put my finger
there, so as to get a taste of him. He was delicious, and he couldn't
fight me anyway as I made sure we were both nude in the bedroom.

Pushing him on the bed, I had him bend over. Eating his ass like a peach,
and thrusting my tongue in, he was literally screaming in so many
octaves. It was my favorite thing to do, as my tongue and soon lubed up
fingers were inside his hot tight ass. For now at least as I was
absolutely going to stretch him. I had taken his virginity months back.
Popping his cherry was incredible. Yet now he and I were more compatible,
and I absolutely was going to ream him. Licking his hole more, I pushed
him over and went down on his lovely penis. He was smaller than me, but
those elastic like scrotum with those balls, was what I desired. Looking
up at him, he loved how I made sure to provide equal time to his hard sex
organ, and those very sensitive testicles that were low hanging. That
salty musky taste, and soon I could taste his internal oven was sending
up more precum for me to swallow. He was in another dimension. One thing
I liked to do, was also lick the sides of his shaft before deep
throating. Feeling his penis in my mouth, I owned him totally. Literally
my oral fixation was as always ready to go, and I was so zoned in, that
at first I didn't hear him beg me to fuck him.

Finally he made a move. Sliding my gigantic penis in his ass, he steadied
himself on my abdomen. My favorite position. Here we could look at each
other, kiss, and I could even feel his balls on my washboard abdomen.
Feeling his hard cock on me, I just howled as my cock was further inside
his tight oven. So warm wet and I knew my hardness hitting his prostate
gave him reverberations of pleasure. All in now we were locked together.
It felt so damn good. My penis was inside of him, and he was being
stretched just right. All else in the universe stopped, as we kissed when
we could, but the sensations across us were electric. So passionate. All
of our hunger for each other. Both of us were sweating, and the room was
nothing but our scents as we went through the process.

There's this feeling every gay man knows. It's a dance move of the
highest sensation of pure ecstasy. Some chase this, we were going through
it together. His small frame made my huge penis look even more so, and I
whispered to him, "I wanna make you cum baby." He knew what to do. He
got on his knees, and bent over on the bed. This allowed me deep
penetration, and very soon our cadence was excellent. It was if we were
ancient explorers finding the North Star in the horizon, as I felt his
internal production start up. Only when and there it was as he shook. I
grabbed his cheeks and said "release it baby." He grunted and howled,
cumming all over the bed. His orgasm was like a flower that blossomed too
fast, and I made sure to taste his cum on the bedsheets.

Soon we kissed and he got on his back. His feet on my shoulders. I loved
looking down at him from this vantage point. His penis was still leaking
cum, and seeing my fully engorged manhood in his ass sliding in and out
was over sensory. His warm legs felt so good, and he bit his lips as I
poked him with my long dagger. It was as if we had our own symphony, and
it wasn't going to be much longer. Sweating even more profusely, I slid
into his tight ass, and soon entered a level of bliss that words can't
convey. It's that extra moment of energy and maleness that we all know.
The pleasant storm clouds before the lightning. Heat and tightness
wrapping around my shaft, and as he bit his lips more I just lost track
of everything. Pouring out of my cock I had bred him once again, and the
finale up our dance was here. Actually more of a break, but I know my
voice reached 100 decibels plus as I just lost it climaxing inside of my
lover. We had completed our ritual. His ass was full of me in a liquid
form now, and I hugged him from behind. His lips as usual sugary sweet,
as we both told each other sweet nothings completing another romantic
romp together. Later on after embracing each other we got in the shower.
We both loved to lather each other up. Two young twinks in our prime. We
did cook some food up. Mom and dad texted me. "Are you alright?"
Smiling I wrote "very much so." Dylan and I slept together. It was a
outstanding way to further our bond, and tomorrow we'd have time for
more romantic soirées.