Date: Thu, 11 Jan 2001 13:22:42 EST
From: F123hartman@aol.com
Subject: Smarter than my big brother Part 2

Gay - Incest- "Smarter Than My Big Brother  Part 2  by Bob
F123hartman@aol.com

     "HIGH SCHOOL SUCKS"
     Yes,High School Sucks and any way you want to look at it, High school
sucks.  There are sensual sexual situations in every hallway, corner and
closet and beautiful bouncing boobs that are almost popping out of their bras
and guys and  bun flexing so firmly that jean seams are always almost
splitting.  Yes, every face is loving all this sexual stuff and secretly
hoping to get more action with each suggestive smile.  Obviously there is a
lot of dreaming going on and lots of disappointment and yes, high school
sucks.
     For me I had gone to Catholic school through 8th grade and my parents
weren't willing to pay fees for high school so all of my elementary girl
friends and pals went off to parochial schools and I went off to no man's
land in the local high school.  Every time I asked for a date, I had the
feeling that if the girl's parents found out that I was catholic, that was
the end of that.  So sex was sorta just hands.  My older brother was into
girls so any excitement from him was over and my dad deeply loved my mom and
he knew that if she found out about any fooling around between father-son
would be like shit hitting the fan so it was forget it at home.
     When I went to Mass on Sunday my buddies were all smiles about which
girls were putting out and which girls they had made out with.  I felt that
there was a lot of bullshit talk but each Sunday revealed that another gal
was expecting and another buddy was preparing for fatherhood, or quickie
wedding or making monthly payments.  I was only in my first years of high
school and I had friends who were fathers of sons.  Every time I went to
bless myself in church with Father-Son-Holy Spirit, I kept thinking of my
buddies as fathers, and their new sons and all of those sperming spirits
traveling in those virgin holes to make more holy conceptions.  And then as I
looked around me, I saw all these older fathers like my dad's age and their
roles as fathers-sons-and- all-those-flowing-virgin-sperming-spirits in every
Church of Catholic Conception.
     I did have one buddy and we enjoyed many activities like high school
athletic games and movies and we enjoyed sleeping over at each other's
houses.  One night after we had crawled into bed together wearing just our
jockey shorts, I could feel his warm skin touching my like my leg, or ass, or
arm and my rod would begin to throb.   So I decided to experiment and risk a
lovely friendship.  First I placed my hand and arm on his chest and slowly
moved my leg over onto his stomach as he lay on his back.  With each step of
success I gradually had my body almost on top of him and that is when he
shouted out with "Christ, what are you doing?" as he pushed me off.
             I better pause!       The end for a moment.

High School Sucks part 2
by  Bob  F123hartman@aol.com

      The two of us were in bed together wearing just our Jockey shorts and
while my best friend was sleeping on his back, I moved most of my body on top
of him and every hot tickle thrilled my body.  That is when he woke up
blurting, "Christ, what are you doing?" as he threw me back to my side of the
bed.
     All I said while pretending to still be asleep was, " Susie, please
don't stop me now."
     Rob wasn't even listening as he complained, "Jes, I'm being raped by my
best friend!"
      "Rob, go back to sleep," I said. "You just spoiled my perfect fuck with
our high school friend, Souse Zenger."
      "Just keep Susie on your side of the bed," ordered Rob.
      "Rob, shut up, and go back to sleep," I said and continued,  "my balls
are blue and hurting!  Go back to sleep.  Sorry I woke you up!"   With that
we both rolled over on our sides with just our asses slightly touching and I
tried to calm my pounding, shaking body.
      The next morning I was up and dressing when Rob looked up while
reaching for the sheet to cover his almost naked body.  I quickly went over
and sat on the side of the bed.  "Rob, " I said, "I'm sorry for what happened
last night but you sure were a passionate hot Susie Zenger."
      "Forget it!" Rob replied with a smile on his face.   And then he
laughed.  "I almost became a pregnant bastard."
       Mom interrupted our discussion with orders from the kitchen to come
down stairs for breakfast.  I was relieved how easily things had smoothed
over.  As usual Mom started in on our dating frustrations as we ate our
cereal.  When she asked us whether we had met any neat new girls, Rob almost
fell off his chair with laughter.  "Your son recently was flirting with the
cutest gal that you can imagine but I, "Rob the Protector," saved the poor
damsel from a fate worst than death."
       So another high school setback was continued with Rob and me back in
bed together at his house a few weeks later.  Rob told me he hadn't shaved
for three days so if I tried to cuddle with him, I would sure be in for some
rough treatment.  I told him that I didn't think that was the hair I wanted
to feel with my nose and touching my mouth. After a while Rob was deeply
sleeping and finally he changed positions and put his arm and hand on my
stomach.  I slowly took his hand and moved it down so it could hold my
cramped dick and I could feel the warmth of his hand penetrating through my
jockey shorts.  I placed my hand on top of his to keep him in place and
rested my other hand behind my head so I could watch our movements in the
dark.  (If he woke up, he would discover that he was it not me.) Slowly and
softly I began flexing my butt muscles up and down as my dick got harder and
harder.   At times his hand seemed to hold me tighter and I was enjoying
every feeling of his jacking me off.  Yes, when I came, there were hot
squirts of my loving cream seeping through my shorts into the palm of his
hand.   As my body quivered, I took my free hand and blessed myself.  This
was definitely a part of what all those fathers, sons, and sperming spirits
were enjoying every night all over the world.    For a moment I worried about
that joke of putting a sleeping hand in something warm which would cause the
dreamer to wet the bed.  I didn't worry because it was his bed.   What I did
begin to worry about was that even though I didn't feel that I had done
anything that I would need to confess, I knew I was coming pretty close.
     This is the end for now but definitely a beginning because the next time
Rob and I were together in bed, we were only settling in when he reached over
and put my hand on his bulging jockey mound.
     (Sorry this experience isn't filled with sucking and lots of touching
and deep
 penetration but the next time you go to church, look around and your mind
will enjoy the most wonderful meditations of all those fathers, sons, and
spirits that are Mary-Swimming in the virgin channels of life. } Yes, this is
a raw high school sucks story.

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