Date: Wed, 15 Nov 2006 10:09:03 -0800 (PST) From: Frank Subject: High School Choir, Chapter 2 This story is loosely based on my own experience in high school. If it is illegal or improper for you to be reading this story, please leave now. Please let me know what you think. Please put the story title in the subject line so it passes my spam filter. Flames will be ignored, but I will try to answer all e-mails. High School Choir, Chapter 2 After our orgasms, we just kind of laid there on the couch, catching our breaths and idly chatting as if nothing had happened. We were still naked, as by now our towels had wound up on the floor, and each of us was slowly stoking our cocks as we talked. after about 15 minutes or so, both us us began to slowly get hard again. (Isn't youth grand?) "How about we hop in the shower?" Chris asked. "OK, sounds good to me," I responded. We walked down the hall to his room, dropped the pool towels into his hamper, and walked into his large bathroom. Chris turned on the water and adjusted it. As he was bent over adjusting the water, I got a good look at his ass. It was as if two perfect globes of flesh had been deposited on his hips, just begging to be groped....or even more. I felt myself starting to throw a good rod, just as Chris turned around from the tub. "You're already hard again?" He asked, looking straight at my stiffening prick. "Maybe I am more 'nervous' than you are!" I managed to say as my eyes looked at his now hardening erection. "Let's get in the shower and see if we can't relieve some of that tension then." We climbed into the shower, and Chris picked up the soap, and began to soap himself. I don't know why i did it, but I took the soap from him and began to rub the soap up and down his body. He closed his eyes and groaned about how nice it felt. I took my time, soaping each finger, his arms, his pits, his shoulders and down his stomach, then avoiding his cock, down each leg as I knelt in front of him. When I had soaped almost his entire front, I gently soaped his balls, cock and perineum. He opened his legs slightly to allow me access between his legs, and I took the opportunity to run my hand farther back up his ass crack some. "Turn around for me," I said. Chris turned around and his ass was right in my face, with a little soap suds running down his crack where I had touched him. I started at the bottom of his legs, and slowly moved my way up each leg, then over his butt cheeks. I continued to massage the lather into his cheeks, each time pushing deeper and deeper into his crack. Finally, my fingers rubbed across his rosebud, and he let out a low moan. "Damn, that feels so good, do it some more." I continued to work my fingers over his hole, rubbing in small circles around it. Chris put his hands on the walls of the shower to steady himself as I worked my finger over his asshole again and again. I didn't really know what I was doing, but I must have been doing something right, judging from his moans and groans. I took my fingers from his hole, massaged his ass cheeks some more, then did his lower back, before standing up. My now rock hard fuck pole brushing his ass and resting in his crack as I worked the lather into his shoulders. Chris began to move his ass up and down against my cock as the lather provided a good lube for us. My cock fit so nicely and naturally in his ass crack, I thought I was in heaven. I started to match his up and down movements as I let my cock slip up and down his ass crack. A couple of times it actually brushed against his hole as we mis-timed our movements. I could feel another load starting to boil in my balls and warned Chris that if he kept it up, I might shoot another load. It seemed as if he re-doubled his efforts on my cock with his ass, as his motions became more and more pronounced. I reached around front of him with one hand and found his steely hard pole and began to stroke it. Both of us were moaning as we both rapidly approached our second orgasm of the afternoon. Chris was the first to fire, as thick ropes of boy-juice erupted from the head of his cock, hitting the shower wall, then slowing to a dribble over my hand. The sensations of his ass on my cock were too much for me, and i quickly fired several shots up his back and into his ass crack as my own orgasm hit and almost took my legs out from under me. "What a shower!" I said, when my breathing finally returned to normal. "Can you stay over tonight?" He asked. "It is Friday, I don't see why not, just let me call home and tell them." I said. We re-washed ourselves, got out of the shower and dried off. A quick call home got me clearance for the night, and we dressed and went up to the kitchen. Like any two high school boys, we again raided the fridge and went into the family room to watch some TV. "I'm glad you can stay over tonight, I have some ideas for some more fun if you feel up for it." Chris said. "I think I can be 'up' for some more fun!" I said back to him, my cock already starting to harden again. Want to read more? I love feedback. Rynsloth@prodigy.net