Date: Wed, 9 Aug 2023 18:12:55 +0000 (UTC)
From: Terry Green <terrygreen822@aol.com>
Subject: High School Pal Paul 3

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Alabama spring could indeed be Dante's 99th level of hell. When you wake
up in Huntsville, and look at the asphalt on the streets even in the
morning, there's a haze you'll see. This is a reminder of the sweat
factor, and today the coach of our track team was relentless. Mr Mcgavin
didn't care about weather conditions. All that to him was record mile
times for guys like Paul and I, or the pressure had ratcheted up on
Melissa since she tied the state record with the shot put. After a day of
classes we sweltered in the agony, and even guzzling bottles of water, we
still were quenching with thirst.

That shower felt good. It took away the heat related discomfort, and also
loosened up overworked muscles. All runners know how good the water is,
to the soles of your feet especially. It is instantaneous relief. As I
stood under the water, with the other guys, Paul walked in with a
mischievous grin. Oh yes as while his green eyes and platinum blonde hair
initially got my attention, part of me awoke more as I saw he had shaved
himself. By shaving I don't mean manscaping, as almost all of our high
school guys did this. No he was as smooth as I was, and considering how
well I knew his crotch, having ridden him I became quite turned on.

The other guys knew. Some of them were at least bisexual, and Paul was in
a place, that brought both of us attention. We were very close, and no
doubt our teammates were aware something was going on between us.
Thankfully Huntsville wasn't in the 1800's like the rest of the state.
Paul and I weren't in PDA mode in front of everyone, but there's a
connection that exists in all relationships. Plus we all knew Edward our
800 meter guy was gay. Our school was very accepting, and not as uptight
as the backwards Bible Belt leaning areas. Those places scared me, as
whether if the klan or other white supremacists, maybe black people who
were fiercely religious, logic wouldn't be there. Instead it would
undoubtedly be we were the damned, the sinners, and outcasts.
Undesirables. Huntsville's progressive movement had enabled us so much.

A week of classes were in order, and as I walked back to my family's
house, I smiled the broadest of grins. On Friday would I like to spend
the weekend with Paul? Absolutely! His space rocket parents would be in
Florida this weekend at a NASA seminar. Of course I answered yes, and as
I got home, realized my parents weren't home yet. Firing up my laptop I
watched my favorite porn. These two twinks were kissing so passionately,
sucking nipples, and they were so beautifully equipped. Their sloppy wet
blowjobs caused me to be erect, and as my shorts slid down I touched
myself. This was so sexy. Watching the bottom take it reminded me of Paul
and my last rendezvous, and I thought of how amazing it was to release
myself to him. I gave him my away completely, and he came in me with his
sperm released in me. So smoking hot and eventually I was stroking, and
the the joy of my cock erupting took place as I needed him so badly.
Breathing heavy and a utter mess, I needed him. In my dreams we were
making out, and our connection was growing daily.

Damn it. All frazzled and I still had homework to do. Sure I already had
been accepted to University of Alabama, but their new policy of checking
grades after you were accepted sucked. No doubt students got
"senioritis", but this seemed like extra torture. My literature teacher
punished us with Homer and the Iliad. This and the Canterbury Tales were
brutal. Shakespeare was much easier to read, along with the corresponding
assignments. Every night it was an hour plus of this paint drying
material. I looked forward to being a computer programming major, so only
the basic English 111 would be required. Math and science were far more
enjoyed than this. I so wanted to focus on them, along with not being
redshirted my first season for track. Coach Mcgavin didn't believe I
would, and I was sad that Paul had picked the Air Force. While we could
meet here and there after graduation, I was wanting him to go where I
was, as all our time's together we had a good vibe.

The clocks were slow, but mom and dad arrived home. They were correct.
"You're not enjoying literature class." I appreciated their support,
and understanding as it was a laborious subject. We were all close and
mom made us a delicious chicken casserole with dumplings. Dad surprised
us with an ice cream cake, and all of us played a few board games. I was
lucky to have them, and when my older sister returned from what we all
called "the campus", these would be even more competitive. Then chess
and other ones would become a battle of wits. They all knew bridge and
were teaching me, but that would definitely take some time.

School again, and in between classes Paul and I hung out. We did have
lunch together, and as I ate a French fry in the cafeteria, he put his
hands on my crotch under the table. Oh did he know how to turn me on. I
so wanted to kiss him right there, take his manhood in my mouth, but knew
this was his way of teasing me for the inevitable. ``Twas the time for
us to be truly connected. Last night before going to bed I used the
vibrating beads he bought me, and while it was amazing, nothing compared
to his fingers or cock as we kissed passionately making love. He saw my
look and I could tell he wanted me, and later I texted him "I need you
so much handsome." Paul sent me an image of his giant leviathan sized
cock, and I couldn't wait to be stretched out. I absolutely was
enthralled by him. It was past time for us to have our liaison, and
sooner we were getting to our desired destination of passion.

Those clocks were monotonous. All teachers seemed to be particularly
boring. Time stopped. So damn frustrating but had to stay awake. There
would be no track practice or events this weekend, and now that it was
Friday, it was the moment for another form of cardio. Our texts were
getting steamier, and I couldn't stop thinking of looking in his green
eyes, and connecting with those red thick lips, that tongue upon mine as
he touched my chest to reveal his dominant ways. I so loved every part of
him, and his warm and inviting personality, intelligence, and anything
else about him made me into his bitch completely. Already he had taken my
virginity, but I so wanted to suck the soul out of him as soon as it
could be done.

All day our texts got more graphic. He warned me of the impending wrath.
Also he told me all eight plus inches of him would be balls deep in me. I
so wanted that, with lube and him at first being gentle, because the last
time it had felt better. It was amazing and so novel to give myself up to
him, yet I craved him being in me, as we kissed and were nude together. I
liked us both wearing nothing, as everything in his bedroom was complete
visible and vulnerable. Tonight I wanted extra time of him kissing me,
hugging me, and our cocks up rubbing together with increased mercury
levels of heat. Finally the last bell rang, so I knew what had to be
done. It was time to go home, shower, and pick up extra clothing. In the
duffel bag they'd go, as I knew he had the food, liquor and more lined
up for our impending romantic romp.

To be continued