Date: Mon, 20 Jan 2014 01:02:23 -0500
From: vermont curious <vtcurious1@gmail.com>
Subject: Middle Schoolers -- Part 2

 Thanks to all for feedback and suggested plot lines. Here's a next
installment with our three horny middle schoolers, Avery, Sander, and
Claire. We also meet two new characters -- John and Julia -- perhaps for
some later fun and games... As always, feedback very welcome.

Middle Schoolers -- Part 2

Avery woke up Sunday morning still trying to wrap his mind around what had
happened the day before. As he casually toyed with his lazy morning wood,
he replayed it all. It had been amazing. Going down on Claire, then getting
his first blow job. But as he went over all the details, he realized that
one more thing had made a lasting impression. He had gotten incredible
turned on from watching Sander cumming. That had been something else. He'd
never thought of his best friend that way before – heck, he'd never even
considered himself the kind of guy who'd be turned on by another boy. But
everything was up for grabs now, and he was wondering if Sander would be
game.


 He picked up his phone and texted Sander. "Yo. You up?"


 Less than 10 seconds later he got a reply. "And harder than ever. LOL."


 "Dude," wrote Avery. "Come over. Something I want to ask you."


 "What?"


 "No, get over here."


 Sander was intrigued. "Okay. Let me take a shower, and I'll head out."


 Avery got up and padded out to the bathroom himself. Hopped in the shower
and cleaned off the sweat from yesterday, making sure to thoroughly clean
his dick – just in case... Wrapped in a towel he ran into his little
brother, John, in the hallway, but John barely noticed him as he scrambled
by on his way to meet a friend down at the skateboard park.


 Sander showered, dressed and hopped on his bike and rode over to Avery's
house. He found Avery in the kitchen pulling cereal off a shelf and lining
up a bowl and some milk on the kitchen table. "You want some?" Avery asked.
Sander hadn't eaten yet, so he grabbed a bowl and sat down next to Avery.


 "Amazing, huh?" Said Avery with a mouthful of rice crispies.


 "Totally." Said Sander.


 "Gotta ask you something," said Avery.


 "Shoot." Said Sander.


 "Have you ever thought of messing around... with another boy?"


 "Wait... what?" Said Sander with his spoon in mid-air.


 "It's just that... well, damn, I can't get over how hot it looked when you
came all over yourself. Honestly, it turned me on almost as much as messing
around with Claire."


 "So... you sayin' you're gay?"


 Avery frowned. "No," he said, "not gay. Maybe bi. I don't know. All I know
is how I feel. Please don't hate on me. If you're not cool with this, then
that's fine. I won't push it."


 Sander took a few mouthfuls of cereal while staring his best friend
squarely in the eyes. He knew Avery was being serious, but he honestly
didn't know how he felt about this whole thing. Not disgusted, maybe a
little intrigued. "Let me think about it, okay?" He finally said.


 Avery really didn't want to ruin anything by coming on too hard, so he was
more than happy to let the matter drop. At least he'd put it out there, and
Sander hadn't told him to get lost.


 The boys finished their cereal and headed off to Avery's den to play Xbox.


 Across town, Claire slept in. She was exhausted. In her vivid dreams she
found herself surrounded by beautiful boys who were eager to please her in
every way, and she imagined herself just lying back and enjoying all the
things they did for her, to her, with her. A couple of them were even
playing with each other.


 A loud knock on her door tore Claire out of her dream world. She stirred
and opened her eyes a bit, then another loud knock and a voice in the
hallway said, "Claire... CLAIRE!" It was her younger sister, Julia. 11
years old and almost as tall as Claire. A force of nature, precocious and
as athletic as Claire, Julia was definitely not the worst little sister you
could hope to have. As a matter of fact, she and Claire got along fairly
well most of the time and usually confided in each other about most things.


 "What?" said Claire sleepily and stretched. She was in her soft flannel
pajamas bottoms and a loose t-shirt.


 "Can I borrow a swim suit? Mom is taking me over to the pool with Greta in
a few." Julia stepped into Claire's room and came over and sat on the end
of her bed.


 Claire looked up at her with a smile. "Sure, I'm sure I've got something
you can use."


 Julia looked at her sister quizzically. "So... what's with you – you're
normally completely grumpy in the morning. But today you're smiling like
it's your birthday or something."


 "Well..." said Claire, not sure how much she'd be willing to tell her
sister about yesterday's adventure with the boys, "let's just say I'm in a
really good mood."


 Julia wasn't buying that. "What... tell me! You know you want to; you know
you're going to, or I'll nag you forever and ever! Pleease...."


 Claire thought about it. "I had some fun with Avery and Sander yesterday.
Yes. That kind of fun."


 Julia's eyes grew large. "Seriously? No way. That's... amazing. Did
you..."


 Claire got up and rummaged through her closet. She found an old bathing
suit that didn't really fit her any more and turned to give it to her
sister. "No, not that. Not yet. But I gave some and I got some. And it was
amazing. All of it."


 Julia took the suit and gave her sister a hug. "Congratulations, I'm so
happy for you. I'm also totally envious, of course. I gotta run, but
promise me you'll tell me more later!"


 Julia shut the door behind her, and Claire stood for a moment and
collected her thoughts. She let one hand brush gently over her breasts,
remembering what it had felt like when Avery was sucking on them, touching
them, caressing them. Her hand moved down her belly and came to rest over
the front of her panties. She held it there, gently pressing it against her
pussy, circling it around and enjoying the sensation of being turned on.


 Claire pulled off her pajamas pants and let herself fall back onto her
bed, spread her legs wide with her knees bent and her feet up on the
covers. She conjured up the images from her dream as she started running
her fingers along the outer lips of her sensitive pussy, feeling the
moisture from deep within her seep out and begin to lubricate everything,
allowing easy access for her probing fingers. One tip lingered on her clit
for a few seconds, just sat there wiggling a little, sending jolts of
satisfaction through her body. Then she brought the finger to her lips and
sucked it deep into her mouth, got it as wet as she could, then moved it
back down and let it work its way between her labia.


 She imagined that Sander and Avery were there with her like yesterday,
both of them naked, and hard and horny as hell. She remembered the feel of
Sander's beautiful cock in her hand as she'd stroked him to that awesome
orgasm, and she recalled the taste of his cum as she'd scooped it off his
belly. But in her fantasy now, Avery was pushing his stiff, warm cock
against her body as he leaned over to touch Sander's cock. Claire stopped
her hand for a moment with confusion and excitement. What was this
delicious bit of fantasy all about?


 She decided to play out the scenario a little further, and as her hand
picked up where it had left off she imagined that Avery bent down and took
Sander's cock in his mouth, that he slowly started bobbing up and down on
it, working it far back into his throat, burying his face in Sander's
pubes. She saw Sander leaning his head back in ecstasy, bucking his hips in
time with Avery's movements, humping against the boy's mouth as he sucked
him.


 Claire was panting loudly now, her hand was working fast, tight little
circles around her slit, two fingers sliding effortlessly in and out, her
thumb playing with her clit, teasing it out a little, then easing off to
extend the pleasure. She stretched out on her bed a little, her other hand
gently squeezing her breast, sweat beading on her forehead.


 In her fantasy, Sander was writhing and breathing hard, his hands on the
back of Avery's head, forcing him down hard on Sander's cock. Sander gasped
and his whole body tensed up, he held Avery's head down for a second and
bucked his hips up as he came. Avery was patient and willing, his throat
working to swallow Sander's load. As Sander relaxed and let go, Avery moved
his head up and released most of Sander's still hard cock from his mouth.
He slurped his lips around the head as it came out, dragging a long strand
of sperm from the tip of the shiny glans to his teeth. He smiled at Sander,
then sucked the strand up and swallowed that, too. Sander smiles back and
tussled Avery's hair.


 Claire came with a shudder. One minute she was in control, enjoying the
pleasure she was giving herself, the next second she was forced to
surrender to forces great than herself, as a wave of contractions and
endorphins rushed through her body, thrashing her around on her bed, her
hand clamped firmly over her pussy, two fingers deep in her cunt and her
clit pressed against her pubic bone. She rode the rush all the way, slowly
coming back down after a minute or two, gently teasing out a couple of
additional waves of pleasure by softly brushing her hand over her wet
pussy.


 Best. Dream. Ever.


 Then Claire got up and showered, got dressed and had some breakfast.
Pretty much the best possible start to the day. She heard her phone vibrate
on the table as a text message came in. She picked it up and looked at the
screen. It was from Avery. "Wow. Thx. Tired? More later?"


 Claire smiled. She texted back, "Sure. When?"


 Avery wrote, "This PM, maybe. My house?"


 Claire's reply came at once, "Okay, deal. U and Sander?"


 There was a pause, then Avery replied, "Absolutely."


 Claire wasn't sure what that might mean, given what she'd just imagined,
but then she brushed aside the thought, remembering that it was only her
crazy, horny imagination that had been messing with her. Still, though, it
would be fun to see the two of them together...


 She hung around the house for most of the morning and did nothing much,
and after lunch she made her way to Main Street. Their sleepy little town
only had a handful of shops, some offices, a library and the elementary
school downtown, but it was a cozy and friendly place, and she liked it
there. Avery lived at the end of a quiet street behind town hall, and
Claire walked up the path to the front door and knocked.


 Avery opened and smiled at her. "Hey," he said, "glad you could come. Uh,
I mean..."


 Claire smiled back at him and winked. "Yeah. I'm glad I came, too. Is
Sander here already?"


 Avery said, "Sure, we were downstairs playing Xbox."


 Claire followed Avery downstairs to the den, where Sander was engrossed in
a Modern Warfare 3 game online. He looked up and beamed at Claire and
waived at her with the controller in one hand.


 Claire walked over to the futon that stood in the middle of the room and
sat down next to Sander, almost the exact same spot she'd been in
yesterday. Hey, if it worked the first time...


 But instead of taking up his spot on the other side of her as he had the
day before, Avery walked up behind her and started playing with her hair,
stroking her neck and giving her a little back rub. It felt good, and she
liked that Avery was brave enough to skip all the pretense and small talk.
She craned her neck and look up at him, then reached up and pulled him
closer. He bent his his down, and she kissed him on the cheek. As she
turned around on the futon to face him he returned the favor, then moved
his lips to hers and gave her a real kiss. Claire opened her mouth a little
and let her tongue play over Avery's lips, probing its way between them,
feeling along his strong, white teeth, almost trying to push them apart.


 This was Avery's first real french kiss, but he was quick to learn and
allowed her access. Their tongues met, sparks flew and they were oblivious
to everything around them. Claire was on her knees on the futon, her head
almost at the same height as Avery's. She reached around him and hugged him
close, squeezing his chest against her erect nipples and shuffling a little
to let him feel them through his t-shirt. He reached up and grabbed them,
feeling their firmness through the thin top that Claire had put on. She
wasn't wearing a bra, and Avery worked his hands up under her shirt and
placed them directly on her warm, delicious breasts. He squeezed the
nipples gently, played with them between his fingertips, eliciting moans
and groans from Claire as she ran her own hands up and down his back.


 Sander was done with his game, and threw the controller aside to get in on
the action happening right next to him. He wasn't sure what to do, though,
since the two of them seemed to be doing just fine on their own. So he just
watched them, and pulled down his sweat pants to get a little more
comfortable as his dick was making a serious tent in his boxers.


 Claire pulled away from Avery for a second and used both hands to quickly
pull her top up over her head; Sander looked up and was amazed at how
beautiful and perfect her breasts were. Avery came around the front of the
futon, and unbuttoned his shorts on the way. By the time he was in front of
Claire, they were on the ground beneath him and his cock was straining at
the front of his briefs. He stepped closer to Claire, as if daring her to
take the next step, and as he did so he looked at his best friend sitting
next to her and smiles. Damn, Sander really looked sexy.


 Claire admired the beautiful boy standing in front of her, clearly horny
and eager for her to give some attention to the rigid cock barely held
trapped behind a thin bit of cotton. But she looked up at Avery and said,
"No, let Sander do it."


 Avery did a double take. What did she know? Or was she just guessing? Or
perhaps being even more deliciously kinky than he'd dared to hope? He
looked over at Sander and tilted his head as if to say, "Well?"


 Sander looked up at his buddy. His eyes focused on the bulge in Avery's
boxers. It did look pretty sexy, he had to admit, and while he was quite
sure he wasn't gay he was game all the same. A little fun with a good
friend – worth the try. So he sat up, and reached a hand out to touch what
Avery was hiding. A little tentatively at first, he just brushed his hand
across the front of Avery's briefs, amazed at how much heat was pulsing off
the boy's stiff and straining cock. Then he snuck a couple of fingers
between Avery's soft skin and the briefs, and tugged gently out and down to
release the content. Avery's dick uncurled itself into the opening that
Sander had made for it, as if ready for action. Sander kept tugging, and
Avery's briefs dropped to the floor.


 Sander placed his fingers around Avery's cock, trying to compare it to the
feeling of holding his own cock, but he was unable to tell if it was
different in any way. It felt soft and hard all at once, burning hot,
smooth and delicate. He let his hand explore a little, moving it down until
it nestled in the dark patch of hair at the base of Avery's dick, then all
the way up to the top, marveling at the pliable foreskin that Sander didn't
have himself. He rolled it back and forth over the tip of Avery's penis,
watching the slit almost disappear. A bead of pre-cum oozed out, and Sander
let his finger wipe it across the tip of Avery's dick. It glistened and
allowed the foreskin to wrap all the way over the front. Sander let his
hand move back, rolling the foreskin almost half way down Avery's dick
before it stretched out and became taught.


 Sander was mesmerized. He still didn't know if he was into guys at all,
but as he looked up and saw Avery's dazed expression of amazement and
enjoyment, he figured he was doing something that his best friend enjoyed,
and he was enjoying doing it, so he decided to carry on. He brought his
hand up to his mouth and licked his palm, getting it as wet as he could
before settling into a steady rhythm on Avery's cock. With the added lube
it was almost effortless, and when Avery shifted a little closer Sander was
able to let his other hand reach down and close around Avery's balls. They
were on the small side, like Sander's own, halfway between those of a
little boy and a man. He squeezed ever so gently, rolling them around a
little, tugging a little on the whole sack in time with the efforts of his
other hand. Avery gave a moan, but it was clearly of heightened excitement
rather than pain, and Sander let his hand linger on Avery's balls for a
bit.


 Claire, meanwhile, was fascinated. It was only a few hours ago that she'd
had a fantasy about Avery and Sander getting it on together, and it had
been meant halfway as a dare when she'd suggested to Avery that he let
Sander peel off his briefs. She hadn't even imagined that Sander would take
the next step – but there he was, the beautiful blond boy masturbating his
friend like it was the most natural thing in the world. And doing a damn
good job of it, judging by the noises that Avery was making.


 She made her way over between Sander's legs and bent down and kissed the
front of his boxers. He glanced over, then went back to what he was doing
for Avery. Claire reached up a hand and fished Sander's stiff boy cock out
through the opening in his boxers. Now that she saw it up close, Sander's
dick was clearly longer than Avery's, but not quite as thick and almost
straight, not curved. She let a fingertip glide along the back of it, from
the tip over the sensitive ridge, all the way down to the root inside
Sander's boxers. She let the finger rest there for a minute, then wrapped
her hand around the base of Sander's cock and moved it up along the shaft,
squeezing firmly. She stopped just under the head of his penis, holding it,
and then she leaned forward and placed a kiss on the slit, lingered for a
second with her lips on it, and proceeded to slowly slurp the head into her
moist, warm mouth. As she swallowed him, she moved her hand back down, and
she started bobbing up and down in a regular rhythm, never pausing,
constantly stimulating the boy with her mouth and hand.


 Sander was overloaded with sensation. What Claire was doing to him was
amazing, and at the same time he was coming to grips with his realization
that he really was turned on by giving his buddy a hand job. Who knew? It
was hard to focus attention both on what he was getting and what he was
giving, so Sander opted to simply go with the flow and try to float above
it all, drawing on the incredible sexual energy around him.


 Avery was thrilled. He couldn't believe that this could be happening so
soon after realizing that he was turned on by his best friend. He looked
down at Sander and saw pure bliss on the boy's face. Then he switched his
gaze to his dick, wrapped in Sander's hand and glistening with spit and
pre-cum. He wasn't going to last much longer.


 "Oh, Sander," said Avery. "That's totally amazing what you're doing.
I'm... I'm not going to last much longer, buddy."


 Sander looked up at him and said, "Go for it, buddy, I'm ready for you."


 Sander licked his palm again, getting a final bit of lube in place for the
final heat. Then he went to work in earnest, firmly gripping Avery's dick
and running his hand all the way from the root out and over the head,
swirling his palm over the tip as it came back, them letting two fingers
caress the bottom of the boys' mushroom and tease their way down the back
of his dick. As his hand started moving down Avery thrust forward, bucking
his hips and tensing his body. He grimaced and strained, and shot his load.
One, two, three big spurts of cum, the last one catching Sander across the
chin. A dribble of cum ended up on Sander's hand before he let go of
Avery's deflating cock. While it was clear that Avery was too far gone to
pay attention to what was going on in front of him, Sander could see that
Claire was watching him expectantly. He knew what she was waiting for, and
he knew he couldn't disappoint her. And he was curious. So he brought his
hand up to his face and stuck out his tongue to taste Avery's cum that had
landed on his hand.


 It didn't taste like his own, but it was just different – no better or
worse. He licked his palm clean, partly to impress Claire, partly because,
well, he might as well. Then he turned to face Claire.


 "You liked watching that, huh?" He asked her.


 "Oh, yeah," said Claire, "pretty much the biggest turn-on ever. Who knew?
Now, where was I?"


 She bent back down and picked up where she'd left off, pausing briefly so
Sander could peel off his boxers. It was obvious to Sander that Claire was
hornier than before; she sucked him with renewed determination, her hand
was roaming all over his cock, finding new ways to touch it, new ways to
please him. While one hand continued masturbating him, she ran the other
hand down the length of his erection, cupped his balls, then followed the
seam between his inner thighs all the way back to his little puckered
asshole. Her finger circled it a few times, very lightly, teasing the
sensitive nerves, almost tickling him, then probing the sphincter gently,
respecting the resistance but trying to overcome it. Sander flexed it
almost involuntarily, and Claire's finger snuck inside up to the first
knuckle. She wiggled it a little, and Sander was amazed at the sensation it
brought forth. This was new to him – even while masturbating he'd never
really considered the option of playing with his own butt. It wasn't that
he thought it was dirty or wrong, he just honestly had no clue that there
was anything much to be gained from doing so. Well, he was learning very
rapidly that there was a whole lot to get out of it.


 Sander flexed again, and Claire's finger slipped in to the second knuckle,
and she curled it under and used it to probe Sander's ass. Claire could
feel Sander's cock twitch and grow harder with every move she made, and she
was amazed to see a steady dribble of pre-cum from Sander's slit. She
pulled the finger out half way, then reinserted it. And again. Shortly
afterwards she pushed the finger in all the way, feeling no more resistance
from Sander, just the amazing sensation of his tight little boy hole
squeezing around it.


 Claire let the tip of the finger deep in Sander's ass explore, and from
what she remembered from the books she'd snuck out of the library, she
guessed that the little bump she could feel was his prostate. She couldn't
remember what it did exactly, but she knew that it was a sensitive spot for
boys, so she tried to nudge it a little with her finger. Sander groaned and
squirmed and strained his stiff cock against Claire's hand, with ever more
pre-cum streaming out of him. Claire kept at it, massaging the knot inside
Sander, rolling it under her fingertip. Sander placed his hands on her
shoulders for balance, then went rigid and cried out, his entire groin
convulsing, his boy hole clamping down again and again like a vice on
Claire's finger, and a single stream of cum now jetting from the tip of his
cock. Just one long rope of pearly white, followed by a little dribble that
coated Claire's hand and dripped on to the floor. Claire released her hand
and licked off the cum, but as she went to pull out her finger from
Sander's ass he locked his thighs around her wrist.


 "Wait," he said, "just leave it there for a second." She obliged him, and
she felt the last shudders of his orgasm wash over Sander, quivering his
sphincter and applying a final little squeeze to his prostate by way of
Claire's finger. Finally he relaxed his entire body, and collapsed back on
the futon, and Claire could pull her hand out from under him.


 Avery had been watching the whole thing while recovering from his own
orgasm, and had been completely amazed at what he saw. Claire had been on
fire after seeing him and Avery get it on, and what she'd done with Sander
was just awesome. Avery had played with his butt at times, even found what
he thought was his prostate, but never really gotten into it. That was
going to change now, that was for sure...


 Avery realized that Claire hadn't cum yet, but he was way too tired right
now to do anything about it, and Sander sure as hell was, too. He looked
over at her and smiled. "You're amazing he said, and you can have whatever
you want. In a little bit... just not right now, okay?"


 Claire smiled back at him. "Thanks, Sweetie," she said. "Take your time,
but then I want to try something else with you, okay?"