Date: Sat, 2 Jun 2007 10:00:21 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tyler Smith <tishott@yahoo.com>
Subject: Trip Back To Grade School Chapter One

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	disclaimer: the following story is fictional, meaning it is not
true. It contains minors engaging in sexual activities. If this offends you
in anyway, are prohibited by law to read this due to age or any other
restrictions, or you have trouble separating truth from fiction, please
navigate away from this story.

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My grade school was small enough for you to know all the kids in your
grade, as well as all of the kids in the two grades below you, thus meaning
I knew all of the eighth graders, seventh graders, and sixth graders.
Except, I graduated from the school, and ended up going to a brand new high
school with brand new kids. I always swore I would return to see everyone
again; I valued my time there so much.

	If they didn't know I was gay, they sure guessed it. It wasn't that
much of a secret, considering the fact that I always hung around girls, and
didn't partake in any guy- like activities. I didn't really care, and no
one else did much either.

	I was six foot, brown hair, blue eyes, strong-looking arms, flat
stomach, a good six inch, cut, cock, pretty much your average looking
guy. The girls considered me cute, not hot, but cute. I was okay with
it. No complaints.

	The sixth grade boys were the focus of many of the girls', and my,
fantasies.  They were the hott ones of the school. But, out of all of them,
there were really just two that stood out. Paul and Michael were the two
hottest guys in the school, but both were still very different.

	I was involved with student council for every year I could during
school, and so was Paul. This is actually where the idea of Paul being gay
stemmed from, you see. Paul would always follow me around during meetings,
events, anything-you name it and, if he could, Paul would be next to me. I
didn't really mind, I could come up with a million different stories in my
mind to jack off to because of it.

	Paul was a little shorter than me, built stronger, blonder curly
hair, piercing blue eyes, and their perfect body, or so it seemed. He
always wore these tight blue jeans that had a bulge in the front due to
his, what appeared to be, a large cock, and the perfect bubble butt in the
back. It almost gave me a boner every time I looked at him, he was so
perfectly hott.

	The real story all started when I decided to go back to school to
visit everyone. I have been wanting to all year, and hadn't had the time
yet to, so when I had a day off I went back. Everyone was happy to see me,
and I got to catch up with many of the teachers. I couldn't speak to many
of the students, due to them being in class, but I waited until after
school to see many of them. It just so happened that there was a basketball
game going on the same day, so I decided to stay and watch it. Now, it
wasn't really exciting, but I did get to talk to many of my friends in the
stands. It was going really good, when Paul entered through the doors. He
immediately came to me, and started talking to me. He had grown since the
last time I saw him, and he also grew up a bit too, and for the better. He
had a more mature look to him, and it added to his overall sexiness.  Not
only that, but I swear his bulge grew, a lot, since that last time I had
seen him.

"Tyler! Long time no see!" He said, smiling at him. He has perfect teeth.

"Yeah, really, Paul. Almost too long, don't you think?" I said to him,
patting him on the back. He was so hott.

"I know. I had no one to follow around all day when you were gone!"

"Ahh. What a shame." I started to say, when I had the sudden urge to go to
the bathroom, "Hey, listen, bud, I got to piss. I'll be right back" I said,
leaving him to go to the locker room door located next to the stands where
we were.

It had the same smell as it always did-the smell of hott, husky,
man-scent. I breathed it in, nice and slow, taking it all in. Nothing had
changed in the place. They had the same lockers, with the same locks on
them, with the same look. There were even the few left over jock straps
from the soccer team. I went over to one, and looked at it. In black ink,
on the waistband was the name "Paul W". They were Paul's. Picking them off,
the front of it was stretched out, from his cock and balls. Quickly, I
brought it up to my nose, inhaling Paul's scent. My cock instantly sprung
alive. Not wanting to forget the smell, I stuffed the pair in my pocket so
I could jack off to something later.

Noticing my growing urge to pee, I turned the corner into the bathroom area
and stood in front of one of the two urinals. Unzipping my pants and
pulling out my semi-hard cock, I stood there and relieved myself, when I
heard the door open. Figuring it was just someone wanting to use the
bathroom, I stayed where I was, minding my own business. I heard footsteps
behind me, and then felt the figure standing next to me, taking a piss as
well. Keeping my head forward, I didn't notice it was Paul until he started
talking to me.

"I had to take a piss, too," he said to me, as I heard the familiar sound
of pants unzipping and the beginning of the spray hitting the tile of the
urinal.

There were no walls between the two, so I tried to sneak a peak at him, and
what I saw was worth it. A beautiful flaccid cock met my eyes. It had to be
5 inches long, cut, and was perfect. The balls that bounced below were
perfectly round, completely hairless, as was the rest of his groan area.

I was in such shock, I didn't realize that he seen me looking, "What the
fuck are you doing, Tyler?"

Totally embarrassed I tried to mutter out, "Oh, sorry man. I didn't mean to
stare."

"You like what you see?" He said, flushing the urinal.  I didn't answer-I
was too embarrassed.

"I said, do you like what you see?"

Hesitating, I responded, "Y-yeah, I do."

Without zipping himself up, he turned to me, letting his cock stay open to
me, "Good, `cuz I liked what I saw, too. Now get on your knees and suck!"

It wasn't that I didn't want to suck on his beautiful cock, it was that I
never sucked on one before. It isn't something you do everyday, and to tell
the truth, I was nervous about it. Staring at it, I couldn't resist it.
This is what I have wanted for so long, what I had dreamed about for so
long, that I got on my knees, and licked the entire shaft. It must have
felt good, for Paul let out a moan. So far so good.

He pushed the rest of his pants and boxer briefs down. I put my hands on
the back of his two perfect ass cheeks. They were strong and perfect, just
as I had imagined.

After licking his shaft another time, I let the head of his cock enter my
mouth. He let out a slow, loud moan that sent shivers down my back. I could
feel his dick growing harder in my mouth. My tongue was swirling around his
head, sucking on it as I slowly let more enter my mouth. By the time he was
half way in my mouth, he was fully hard at a good 7 and a half inches. He
really did have the perfect body.

"Yeah. Suck my cooooock, man! This feels so good! Ahhhh!" Paul said,
putting his hand on the back of my head, pushing me more onto his cock.

I finally felt my nose reach his stomach, the smell more intoxicating
there. I breathed in once before bobbing up and down, his hands pushing my
head where he wanted it to go. I was sucking on him as best as I could, and
by the sounds he was producing, I would say I was doing a pretty good job.

"Oh, god! I'm going to cum! Ah. Yeah, suck that cock! You know you like it!
Ahh! Here is comes!" He said, moments before I felt hot bursts of something
hit the back of my throat, letting me know that he had cummed. I swallowed
it all, not letting anything escape from my mouth.

Standing up, I didn't realize by his jock strap that I had put in my pocket
had fallen out, and before I could pick it up so he couldn't see, he had
already picked it up.

"Fuck, you were going to steal my jock strap?! You really did want my cock,
bitch! Well, I guess I can give you more, since you want it an all." He
said, grabbing my ass and kissing me hard on the lips, pushing me against
the wall.

I was scared and excited at the same time, I really wanted this, all of it,
but I was afraid of him hurting me. But, in the end, I ended up kissing him
back, pushing his hips into mine, letting up bodies rub onto each other.

Paul's hands continued to squeeze my ass through my pants as we kissed. I
unzipped my own pants and took them off, revealing my hard cock and very
toned bubble butt.

"I'm going to fuck your hott ass so hard," he said in between a kiss.

Spinning me around, I could feel him squeezing his own cock and pushing it
against my ass crack. He lips found my shoulders as he pulled my ass
outwards from the wall, giving him enough leverage to fuck me. Without any
warning, or preparation, I felt him enter into my ass. The head of his cock
alone split my ass in two and sent painful waves throughout my body.
Stopping for a second so I could at least get almost use to the feel, he
kept going. The pain only grew as he pushed farther in. His dick seemed
twice as long as it did before in my ass, and I thought it would never end
when I felt the feeling of his pubic hair against my ass. He stopped for a
moment, moaning and sucking in his breath before pulling out. A second of
relief came, before I felt him full my tight ass up again with his cock. It
went on for a couple more thrusts, until the pain started to ease away and
be replaced by pleasure.

My cock had gotten soft from the pain of it all, but it was rock hard again
as he started to fuck me faster and harder. The pain had now fully
subsided, and the pleasure had fully spread over my body.

"Yeah, Paul, fuck my ass. Arghh it feels soo good. Fuck me." I said,
beginning to jack my own cock off, only increasing my own pleasure to a new
high.

"Yeah. Your tight ass feels so good around my cock. Ahh. This feels soo
good!" He said, grabbing onto my hips and pulling my deeper onto his cock.

I was in complete ecstasy at this point, my eyes in the back of my head,
wishing this could never end. The sheer pleasure of it all was almost
unbearable, and before I knew it I had the familiar sense of cum building
up in my balls.

Suddenly, I felt him hit something in my ass, sending waves of pleasure
that swept through my body, making me emit a loud, low moan before finally
cumming.

With the combination of my ass muscles tightening around his cock, and the
sheer pleasure he was in, Paul couldn't last much longer either, and his
thrusts became sloppy.  He was going faster, and the sound of his balls
slapping against my ass stopped as they began to tighten, and then I felt
the ropes of his cum hit the inside of my ass.

Finally, after he had stopped, he pulled his, now soft, cock out of his ass
and picked up his jock strap, "Here, you can keep this. I think you deserve
it. That was amazing. I should follow you around more!"  Nodding my head in
agreement, he slapped my ass one last time.

We hadn't realized it, but the coach's door had opened during the last
minute, and the coach was in the doorway with a noticeable bulge in the
front of his shorts.

to be continued...

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comments:

I hoped you enjoyed the story. The people in it are based off of people
from when I was in school, but once again, it did not happen. If you would
like to read other stories that I wrote, you can find it in high school //
athletics. It is called "Varsity Locker Room". I will hopefully have the
next chapter up soon enough. Any comments, which are always welcome, can be
sent to [ tishott(at)yahoo(dot)com ]. I usually always respond. If you
would like to be added to the mailing list about any stories I write,
please e-mail me saying so.

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