Date: Mon, 2 Jun 2008 02:10:25 +0000
From: Kabe N <muringold@hotmail.com>
Subject: Your Night in the Locker Room 2

Alright, this story was an experiment in a number of ways.  I would
appreciate feedback, specifically, on my attempt to write second person.
Please, send feedback, sequel requests, pics, and porn (yes!) to
muringold@hotmail.com.  I really appreciate them, and I promise to respond
as soon as I open them :)

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As the bell rings, you sit down for Physics.  The desks each seat two
people.  They're just generally large desks.  The person who sits next to
you, however, did not show up to school today.  Not that you care, really.
He's ugly and boring as poo -- one of those types that talks about his
fishing trips when everyone else is talking about the other night's party.
Actually, not only could you now focus on forgone parties, but you could
even focus on a party at that very moment.

Mr. Romanov begins his lecture as you begin rubbing that notorious third
leg.  When he moves toward the board, you spot Jeremy across the room.
He's flirting with the girl next to him.  You know he'll probably get her
in the sack soon.  Haha, he and his four inch dick.  He should just stick
to giving his ass to other men.

You unzip your pants under the desk.  Jeremy's eyes meet with yours.  You
point at your cock, then make your rubbing obvious.  Still looking at you,
he takes the girl's hand and sticks it where it can't be seen.  He breaks
the eye contact to lay his head back in ecstacy.  After taking a quick
glance at Mr. Romanov to be sure he's still preoccupied, the girl leans
over and her head disappears into Jeremy's lap.  Whatever, you have better
things to do.

In front of you sit Matt and Cody.  Matt's not particularly hot, nor gay in
any manner.  But he's the kind of person whose confidence abounds to the
point that you just feel he deserves to have his cock worshiped.  You slide
your pants, and your underwear, to the floor.  Then you sit relaxed as you
step out of your shoes and you lead your feet to rub Matt's lower back.
Your clothes, dangling heavily from your ankles, clue him into your
horniness.  He leans over to Cody and whispers to let him know.  Your
attention slips to Cody, who, unlike Matt, is particularly hot with his
dark black hair, bright blue eyes and pale skin.  Cody looks back behind
Matt and they smile at each other.  Cody, the daring guy he is, removes
your clothes from your feet.  He drops your pants on the floor, but, being
careful to make sure you're watching, he opens up his fly and pulls his
briefs away from his body.  He makes it a point to allow you a sight of his
pubic hair as he stuffs your underwear inside his own.

Matt pulls your feet forward so your knees are at his side.  Cody moves to
an angle where you can see the bulge at his crotch -- your bunched up
underwear.  Matt rubs the heels of your feet against his abs.  Cody leans
back and touches your leg ever so slightly, making it appear as an
accident.  Matt brings your feet down onto the hard stuff.  Cody, as Matt
lays his head back, kisses Matt's neck.  Matt unzips his pants, guides one
of your feet in through the opening.  Cody drags his hand up your leg,
inching slowly closer to your bare genitals, but he cannot reach far
enough.

The bell rings.

You quickly grab for your pants, and rush them on before Mr. Romanov
notices.  But Cody is gone with your underwear.  Oh well, you don't really
need it.  Besides, it's hot to think that maybe he stole them for his own
sexual pleasure.

You leave the classroom.  You see Ryan walking by, give him a smile, say
"Hi," and slap him on the ass.  He keeps walking without a word.

Suddenly, you're pulled into a bathroom.

The bell rings again.

Matt and Cody stand in front of you.  Matt's pants lay at his ankles, and
his hand strokes his meat.  Cody tells you that if you want your underwear
back, you'll have to get them yourself.  You don't really care about your
underwear.  Nonetheless, you come close to him, kiss him, and reach into
his pants.  On your hand's way down, it brushes through his pubes and feels
the length of his flaccid sausage.  You pretend to accidentally push your
wadded underwear down one of his legs.  Matt moans as he continues to
stroke.

You unzip his fly and let them drop to the floor.  As you bend down to
collect what is yours, you tickle his dick with your face.  As you come
back up, your tongue, again by "accident," scrapes the end of his head as
it hangs.  It begins to grow.

You walk toward Matt and drop your own pants.  You fondle his balls as he
jacks.

Cody comes up behind you and pushes his now hard cock between your cheeks,
while puttings his arms around your waist.  You notice the length -- though
he slides his dick upwards and down the entirety of your ass, you never
once feel his balls or his head.

Then Matt pushes you down to the floor.  He rubs his dick across your face
before sliding it into your mouth.  Every so often, he pulls it back out to
rub it across your face more.  In the meantime, Cody licks your hole.  His
warm tongue's massage sends thrills through your entire body.

Matt says Cody's name, indicating that it's time.  They both cum -- Matt on
your face, Cody (who must have been masturbating behind you) on your ass.

After smearing the last bit of cum on you, Matt immediately pulls up his
pants.  You turn around to grab your underwear, and see that Cody has
perhaps the longest dick you've ever seen.

Then Ryan walks in.

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