Date: Wed, 25 Apr 2001 20:11:20 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tim Sanders <timmy24601@hotmail.com>
Subject: Tim And Mike Sanders

DISCLAIMER: I own this story, I wrote it...If you wanna use parts of it for
whatever just ask, I could really care less, but I'd prefer being asked
nevertheless. If you are under 18, don't read on. If you are offended by
gayness yadda yadda yadda then leave now...But if you've made it this far,
it's no mistake, so read on...

I also wrote "Seventh Grade April Fools" in the "Young Friends" category,
for whoever is interested.

E-Mail: Tim Sanders <timmy24601@hotmail.com>

Enjoy the story!


	Entering High School was probably one of the greatest things that
ever happened to me. Sure, we got tons more work and we stayed at school
longer - But the freedom we got was well worth it. Being able to go to the
cafeteria whenever you had free time to snack, being able to leave for the
bathroom without a special "Pody Pass" the teacher had to lend you...It was
just great.
	Myself, I've always been a fan of meeting new people. Now, I guess
you could call me a social guy. I have a lot of friends, my philosophy on
life is I accept anyone who accepts me; this philosophy has not only
allowed me to be open about being gay, but it has boasted my self
confidence and my self-esteem, allowed me to be open about who I am which
gives me a great feeling of pride, and also meet some great new friends. My
name is Tim. I'm about 5'7", a freshman, with blonde hair and bluish green
eyes. They are a weird color, but many people have told me that I am good
looking. Where I live, I am one of only a few gay kids in my school, but
generally nobody cares about me. Some of them they do mind, but that's
because they are really flamboyant (no offense to anyone, I don't mind it -
Just straight guys often do) and can make guys feel uncomfortable. I am
pretty respectful about a straight guy's standpoint in the dating pool, and
so I just let them do their thing, and we get along fine.
	The reason High School was such a big time for me was because in my
town, there were two separate schools for K-8, and then 9-12 there was only
one big high school. Now granted, the one I went to was much larger than
the other, but nevertheless I was excited about the new people I would get
to meet resulting from the merge.
	My friend Jake and I have always had lockers next to each other,
since our last names are so close (Fleszar and Fitzgerald). But this year,
we suddenly found ourselves split apart, with a newcomer jammed in between
us.
	His name was Mike Fitzpatrick. I didn't know very much about him to
start, except that he was not only a great soccer player, but rumor had it
he also had a phenomenal talent for singing. That was intriguing to me, as
it seemed sort of like and odd mix. Nevertheless, I looked forward to
seeing him at soccer tryouts.
	Tryouts came and went. We both made the team (I was goalie, he
defense) which made me happy. After having our lockers so close together,
and being together at soccer everyday after school, the two of us gradually
developed a friendship. He turned out to be a really great guy, fun to talk
about. He was very close to his whole family, which is something I have
always admired as that sort of this is more or less dying as time goes on
(not in my family, though).
	One day in mid October, the team had just won a great game (6 to
1), and we were all very happy. While the other guys went and showered to
go home, a few of us, Mike among them, played a little game of 3 on 3. As
time went on, it became 2 on 2, one guy subbing, then just 2 on 2, then 1
on two (my friend Ryan versus Mike and I), and then just the two of us. By
the time our game had come to a climactic hault, everyone had already
showered and gone home. Coach left us a note with the key, telling us to
just turn off the lights and lock then door when we left, and he'd get the
key back tomorrow.
	"Well, we ought to hit the showers," I said when we got inside.
	"Yeah," Mike said back. "Man, between those two games, I don't
think I have enough energy to stay up in the shower."
	"LOL." One of my dorkiest idiosyncrasies is I use internet slang in
my everyday speech. It's kind of become a part of my personality that
people began to expect. "Well, try your best."
	We both undressed and headed towards the showers. They obviously
were completely empty except for us. As we showered, we made small talk
about the game, his old school, my being gay.
	"It really doesn't bother me, I don't know why, I guess you're just
cool about it," he remarked.
	"Well I try to be, I mean if I were a straight guy the last thing
I'd want is having to feel uncomfortable every time a certain gay guy is in
the room, so I just try my best to blend in. So far, it's working."
	"Yes, it is. I mean, most guys I'd feel uncomfortable showering
with, especially alone, but I don't feel that at all with you."
	"Well thanks, but like I said, I'm not the type of guy who'll try
to sneak peeks that I shouldn't be seeing."
	"I don't mind that at all, I believe that no matter what your
sexual orientation is, we are all men, why should we have to hide our
bodies from one another?"
	This sort of took me aback. I guess I just wasn't expecting
it. "Yeah, I pretty much feel that way."
	"And the other thing is, why do guys feel it necessary to not talk
about certain things with certain people. Like some guys will only talk
about their dick sizes and how much they jerk off with their close friends,
but hide it from everyone else."
	"Yeah that's lame, I'll tell anyone who asks me. I've got nothing
to hide."
	This guy knew just how to create humor in any situation. "Oh
really? How big are you, and how many times a day?" It was obviously
sarcastic, but kind of funny.
	I replied in an honest, but mocking tone. "4 limp, 7 and a half
hard, and usually twice a day."
	He let out a sinister laugh. "Ha ha, my friend, I've got you
beaten. 5 limp, 9 hard, and twice a day."
	I kept it going. "Yeah right, you wish!"
	"Seriously, look!"
	Even though I shouldn't have, I turned my head as if it were a
reflex to the word "LOOK." Kind of like if you tell someone, "don't look
down," of course that's the first thing they'll do. What I saw was pretty
amazing for a freshmen. He wasn't lying, his limp dick looked right around
5 inches long, but it wasn't horribly fat.
	I acted pretty nonchalant. "Ah, you've got me beat in length, but I
take the gold medal for width, my friend. I wasn't lying. Although I was
only average in length, I was pretty thick.
	"Yeah, I get really thick when I am hard, watch." He stroked his
dick with his eyes closed, and within less than a minute he'd popped a full
blown hard on. Again, he spoke only of the truth; he WAS 9 inches, and it
DID get much thicker. But I knew I had him beat.
	"No, YOU watch." I jerked myself till I'd reached my maximum
potential, and then struck a pose to show it off. When I was hard, I was
about as big around as a petite girl's wrist.
	He looked at my dick. "Yeah, yeah..." he mumbled. "It's not the
size of it that counts, it's what you can do with it under the sheets."
	I agreed quickly. "You're absolutely right, Mike. Ask Luke Johnston
what mine can do, he'll be happy to fill you in."
	He let out a laugh. "I'll do that, but only if YOU promise to ask
Luke Johnston about how I am."
	My mouth dropped. He must have meant to say it to shock me, and by
all means it worked.
	He looked at me with a childlike grin. "LOL, surprised, huh?" His
use of internet slang made him sound cute.
	"Um, YEAH! When was all this? And why are you still in the closet?"
	"Well, Tim, I can't really come out because it would cause a lot of
tension in my household; I have a gay cousin, I asked his advice and he
said to keep it in for a little while. And to answer your question, this
was in September."
	"Oh, geez, I dated Luke this past summer. I guess that clears it
all up."
	"Yes it does, except-"
	"-Except what?" I eagerly asked.
	He acknowledged his hard on. "Now that we've gotten these, how are
we going to get RID of them?"
	I let out a scheming grin. "Oh, I think I can find use for that."
With that, I pulled him into a passionate kiss and ran my hands over his
entire body, paying special attention to his firm ass cheeks and his
chest. I went down on my knees and stuck his whole 9 inches into my mouth
with one large swallow. I gagged when I tried to deepthroat, so I had to
let a little bit out. But from what Luke had told me, I am excellent at
oral sex. And now from the way mike is moaning, I knew he wouldn't second
the notion.
	"Oh, yeah, Tim! Take it all!" Just as he said it, I released his
dick from my mouth. He opened his eyes and looked down at me in
horror. "Tim-"
	I interrupted him by putting my index finger to my lips, telling
him to be quiet. Then, I bent over on my knees and told him to give me all
he has. With that, he moved in slowly. I felt the tip of his dick poking my
asshole, and then without much trouble it went in. What later became
painful is when he stuck it ALL in; I may have been loose due to my
sexcapades with Luke, but nothing could have prepared me for having Mike's
dick go in three inches deeper than Luke's ever had. Nevertheless, I
enjoyed every second of it. We both moaned in ecstasy, this was very
pleasing for us both.
	It didn't take him long to climax. "Oh, Tim, I'm cumming! I'm
cumming!" With that, he pulled his dick out so that only his head remained
inside, then plowed his whole dick into me with one strong thrust so that
his balls his my asscheeks. His come shot out and painted my insides. I've
never felt anything to incredible. Luke always came only a little; Mike
came and came and came so that it was dripping out between my asshole and
his dick. When he finally stopped, he took it out of me and said, "Now,
it's your turn."
	He bent over right in front of me. His ass also looked pretty
loose, like I wouldn't have too much trouble getting in. I stuck my palm
between my asscheeks to get as much of his remaining cum as I could, then I
rubbed it over my dick as a lube. Without warning, I went forward and
plunged right in. He let out a shout of pain, as he'd never had anything so
wide in him before. After about two minutes of slow fucking, the pain went
away and he started begging for more. I increased my speed, and was about
to climax. With that, I stopped with my dick fully in him, and just let it
sit in the same spot as I splurged inside of him, crying out in
ecstasy. When I had finished, I removed my dick from his asshole, followed
by a waterfall of my cum pouring out of his ass. With that, we rinsed off
and headed out. After we put on our clothes and locked up, we talked as we
walked home, and the sex didn't come up once. It was a purely intellectual,
interesting conversation that never died. It was wonderful. As we walked by
his house, I walked him to the door. Before he left, I leaned in and gave
him a quick kiss. "See ya tomarrow."
	With that, I walked home as my new lover entered his own,
completely unaware of what the future had to hold for both of them.

THE END

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