Date: Sun, 11 Feb 2001 11:46:35 +0800
From: DaFunk <dafunk_77@hotmail.com>
Subject: Eden Part 2

This story contains graphic descriptions of sexual acts
between men. If the subject of man/man sex offends
you, if this material is illegal in your place of residence, or
if you are under the legal age for such material, do not read
further! You have been warned! Read at your own risk!

This story was mainly about three individual involved in a
twisted homicide, so the sex will be slow in coming.
If you are looking for a quick jerk off, please
proceed elsewhere.  I am sure there were plenty of stories
in the Nifty that will cater to your needs.
This story is totally fiction. Any resemblance to any individual,
alive or dead, is merely coincidental.

Now on with the story.

Eden, Part 2

      There were two photos on the board.  The two figures in the two
photos were of the same people, one of a man in his late twenties and a girl
in her early twenties.  They were holding hand in the photos.  The man was
looking at the direction of the camera but the girl was looking else where,
obviously unaware of the presence of a camera.  The guy's face was ashen
indicated that he knew someone had taken their picture.  Their background
was the exit of a cheap scale motel in a run-down area of the town
frequented by hookers and their customers.  What shocked me the most was I
know these two persons.

      The guy was the newly hired teaching assistant of my faculty,
Jason Writts.  The girl was my classmate, Cheryl Forshe.  We shared the same
class this morning.  I didn't see her in the class and the reason was pretty
obvious.  They were caught red handed while patronizing a motel as their
rendezvous and obviously somebody tried to play a prank on them by taking
their photos. What even worst was the pranster probably circulate the photos
around the campus.  I heard someone whispered in my ear, "This is so cool."
I turned toward to the
source of voice and there stood Lisa Hammond, my best friend since high
school.  She was also the first person beside my family that I came out to
who happened to had a crush on my boyfriend eons ago.  Sean, Lisa and I knew
Cheryl pretty well.  We were a tight clique during our freshman year but
eventually Cheryl estranged from our group and went her separate way.  We
still greeted each other in the campus but
we were not as close as before.  Now only Lisa talked to her
regularly.

      "You think this is cool?" I inquired.  Someone from the student
hall management office approached the bulletin board and took the photos
down.  The crowd dispersed into different direction.  Sean and Joey turned
to us and we walked slowly to a corner table.  We sat down and Lisa was the
first one to comment.

      "Yeah, I know Cheryl and I think she must has her reason to be
with that guy," Lisa said matter-of-factly.

      "Look who's talking?  As if you are the only one who know her,"
Joey quipped.

      "But who took the pictures?" Sean interrupted.  He frowned at
his own thought.  I knew something was on his mind.  I'd have to ask him
later.

      "I wonder what old man Crudele will do?  He is a pretty
conservative old fart who always follow the books."  Joey said.  He was
reprimanded by Mr. Crudele, the dean of my faculty for a minor misconduct
and I think he still had grudges against him.

      "We'll know soon enough," Lisa said it before I could voice my
opinion.

      "Aren't you all hungry?  I am starving.  Let's get something to
eat and forget about this," I groaned.

      At this moment, two girls passed by our table and I overheard
one of them said to her friend something about suspension.  I quickly stood
up and asked the girl about it.  She heard someone said that the faculty
board had decided to suspend Cheryl Forshe from school and take disciplinary
action against Jason Writts.  You have to know that this college had many
unwritten laws.  One of the rules was that student and teacher could not
have any kind of relationship.  It might seem natural in other college but
not this one.  The reason for this rule to exist was to prevent any
complication that might arise if the family of the student interferes in the
relationship and also to avoid any responsibility for the college.

      When I heard this, the first thing that crossed my mind was how
I must help Cheryl.   Before I could put my thought into action, I heard
some shifting beside me.  I turned toward the source and saw Lisa standing
up and was about to leave the table.  Joey looked rather nonchalant while
Sean frowned at me.

      "Where're you going?" I managed to ask her before she ran out
of the cafeteria.

      "I am going to the dean office," she said before disappeared
through the entrance.

      "Hey, wait for me!" I shouted and motioned Sean to follow me.
I quickened my pace to follow her and didn't know if Sean understood my
meaning.  When I reached the office, Lisa was arguing with the secretary.
She was fast.

      "I want to see Mr. Crudele now.  What do you mean he is busy?"
Lisa demanded.

      "He is having a meeting with some guests.  You have to come
back again later.  I can't promise you how long the meeting will take,"
explained the secretary patiently.

      "This is urgent and I am going in now whether he is busy or
not." Ignoring the protestation from the secretary, Lisa pushed open the
door to the dean's inner office.  I tried to grab her but was too late.  I
followed her inside and tried all my best to salvage any damage that might
occur.

      "So we have decided then that Ms Forshe should be suspended for
the next semester.... what are you doing here?  You are not supposed to be
in here.  I am having a meeting here," inquired the miffed Mr Crudele.

      Everyone's attention turned to Lisa and without any hesitation,
she blurted out her motive rather than explained.  I just stood there
dumbfounded.  This was going too far.  We might get suspended too.
Oh Christ!!  We should discuss the matter before proceeding here.
Sometimes I thought Lisa was too impetuous.

      "Who are you?" a woman in her early forties asked indignantly
and then looked at me.   I cringed at her stare.  She seemed like
a rather important person because I thought I saw Mr Crudele shaking
his head slightly when she made her query as if there was an impending
trouble.

      "I am Lisa Hammond.  I am Cheryl's friend.  Please give her a
chance to explain herself.  This is very unfair to her and I think she and
Mr Writts really love each other.  Besides, there is nothing wrong with two
people in love.  It makes perfect sense to me...." she was interrupted
before she could finish.

      "Shut up!  Who do think you are?  Student and teacher aren't
supposed to have that kind of relationship.  It is wrong to even think of
it.  I think it must be that girl who seduced the teacher.  Girls nowadays
are willing to do anything to get what they want.  In this case, it's pretty
obvious that Cheryl want to pass the final.  I heard she has a way with the
men," she finished her speech with a sneer.  The way she talked about them
made you think that as if their relationship was contemptuous and
disdainful.

      "But...."

      "Enough! A decision has been made and it's final.  The
meeting's over," said Mr Crudele not letting Lisa any chance to finish her
statement.  She wasn't through and made a futile effort to get their
attention.  I grabbed her arms and dragged her out of the office.  People
were milling out of the small office.  Mr Crudele and that woman were the
last one out.  They basically ignored us when they passed by us in the
hallway.  Lisa turned to me and I thought I saw fire in her eyes.

      "Why didn't you help me to explain? You just stand there like a
goddamned Ming dynasty vase.  You make me look like a fool," Lisa
spat out.

      "I don't know what to do.  We should have discussed it first
before coming here.  I think they won't change even if we beg them and who's
that woman?" I asked hopefully to try to distract her a bit before she
started punching me.

      "Your effort, no matter what, will be useless.  With this kind
of people, we need to employ a different tactic." Sean was leaning against
the wall outside the office with a grin plastered on his face.  Joey just
shrugged his shoulders.

      "Then what tactic should we employ, Mr Know All," Lisa scoffed.

      "I think it's pay back time," Sean said confidently.

      I wished I know what Sean was thinking.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

      Later that night, I found myself outside a rather classy motel
on the outskirt of town.  Sean was carrying a Polaroid with him.  He
explained to me what to expect on the way there.  His intuition told him
that he would catch Mr Crudele and that woman, whose name was Joanna Huhee,
in this motel doing
God knows what.  He suspected that Mr Crudele was having an affair with this
woman.  He was right.  We saw Mr Crudele's Mercedes in the parking lot.  The
next thing we needed was the room number which they were in.  Sean went into
the office and asked me to keep my eyes open on anything suspicious.  After
about 10 minutes, he walked out with a shit eating grin that told me he had
gotten what he intended.

      "They are in room 105 at the left side of the main building.
Let's go," he whispered and gestured me to follow him.  "Now, just be
patient and wait here."

      We waited behind a car directly in front of the room.  We made
small talk while we waited.  We even made a romance out of this wait by
stealing kisses from each other.  I was awfully hard from our intimacy and
swore to myself that I was going ravaged him before the night ended.

      After about an hour of torture, they appeared at the doorway of
room 105, poked their heads out the door would be a more appropriate way to
describe them.  They looked around and after making sure that there's no one
around.  They walked out of the room.  Sean told me that now was the good
time to act.  We rushed out from our hiding place and the sudden movement
caught their attention.  They turned to our direction.  Sean aimed his
Polaroid at his target and quickly snapped at them.

      "What the hell...," Mr Crudele grunted at the sudden flash
light.  When they realized what happened, their looks were priceless.  They
were being caught red handed like someone did on Cheryl and Jason.  They
were panicked.  When they saw us, they immediately knew who we were or
rather who I was.

      "How was your date, Mr Crudele?" Sean drawled while waving two
photos at them.

      "H-H-How did you know w-w-we were here?" Mr Crudele stuttered.
The woman was mumbling something and she looked really pale.

      "I found this on you when you passed by me this afternoon," he
said while getting something out from his jacket pocket.  I leaned in closer
to look.  They were a matchbox which bore the motel's name and some discount
voucher issued by the motel.  "My guess was you have the habit to go to the
same motel.  So we stood sentry out here," he said with a laugh.

      "You stole them?" I whispered in his ear.  He nodded slightly.
"How?"

      "I'll explained when we go back," he turned slightly and as
quickly as he turned to me, he turned back to his target.  "Now, now, what
should we do about these photos?  I think sending them to the chancellery
department seems like an appealing idea or maybe make a number of copies and
spread them in the campus," he scratched his chin in an exaggerated way.

      "You are trying to blackmail me?" Mr Crudele exclaimed.  "You know
this is a federal crime and I can charge you with that.  You may go to
jail."  I could feel that he was trying desperately to turn the table on
us.  I was a little worried and I thought Sean was too.  A look on his face
convinced me that he was totally unfazed by Mr Crudele's threat.

      "Apparently so and I also know the consequence.  Either you can called
the police and have us arrested.  Then these pictures will then reach the
media and tabloids.  What do you think what's gonna happen.  Your reputation
and your career as well will be ruined.  Or you can do what I say and I
promise these pictures won't ever see the daylight," Sean said so
eloquently.  The words flowed out of his mouth like he had practiced the
speech before.  I was totally amazed by this side of my boyfriend.  I never
thought Sean was capable of sabotaging a seemingly controlled situation.

      "What?" both of them said in unison.  "Ok, what do you want?  Money or
result?" demanded Mr Crudele falteringly.

      "Well, I want you to do me a favor," my man grinned.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

      We were silent on the way back.  I have a lot to ask him but I'd
rather not distract him while he's driving.  Joey was still watching the
sport channel when we walked into the living room.  We made small talk for a
while but Sean totally avoided the incident in the motel.  On the other
hand, Joey had no idea we were on a mission when we told him we went to
visit a relative in town.  As soon as our door closed, I pounded on Sean.
He told me his plan and how he knewthat Mr Crudele was in that motel,
basically everything I wanted to know while we undressed.

      "You still remember my Uncle Jacob?  He was a magician and he taught
me some trick when I was around seven.  That trick proved to be useful for
tonight plan," he said while casually shucked off his jean.  The way he did
it made him looked so tasty.  I had to concentrate on what he was saying.

      "How did you do it?" I asked.

      "Well, I just took it from his coat pocket.  That trick was more like
a pickpocket trick.  You know what I mean?"

      "I know but don't you think is kinda risky?  I mean what if he caught
you while you were trying to do that?  And you didn't even worry that he
might actually call the cops." I queried.

      "Nah, I never worry. I have perfected the skill for many years
already.  I am a professional now," I could detect a hint of smile in his
voice though his face void of any emotion.  By now, we were fully undressed
except each of us still had our boxers on.  I could see that he was semi
hard already.

      "I still have one more question?"  I protested slightly as he drew me
into his strong arms.

      "Enough say.  Why don't we just celebrate a little here," he grinned
lasciviously and squeezed my butt.

      "Celebrate?"

      "That we had helped Cheryl." With that, he pressed his lips on mine.
I parted my mouth and our tongues duel.  The mindblowing kiss had made all
those inquiries flew out the window.  We flopped down the bed with me on top
of him.

      We kissed passionately while our hands caressed each other body.  My
hand pushed into his boxer and found his hard cock.  He was leaking like a
faucet already.  I nipped lightly at his earlobe.  I kissed his eyes and his
nose.  I trailed along his jaw line and then I move to his defined chest.  I
sucked on his right nipple till it's hard and I did the same to the other
one.  He moaned out while putting his hands on my head as a sign of
encouraging me to go on. While my mouth continued to move southward, my
hands grasped on his waistband and in a fluid
motion, his boxer was at the far corner of the room.  I took his cock in my
mouth and I heard a small gasp escaped him.  I moved up and down his rigid
pole and just savored the very taste of him.  I used my tongue to tease the
underside of his head.  I knew this was his weakest point no doubt.  Within
minutes, he gently pushed my shoulders and whispered hoarsely, "I am near
and I don't want it to end just yet."

      I pulled off his cock and we resumed our kissing.  Along the way, I
had taken off my boxer and was grinding my hard cock with his.  Our juices
mingled together.  After a while, he whispered that he wanted
me to fuck him.  I kissed him lightly and leaned across to take the lube and
condom from the nightstand drawer.  He helped me to roll the plastic down my
achingly hard cock.  I lubed up my cock and his love tunnel.  I positioned
myself with both his legs on my shoulders.  This was his favorite position
because he wanted to see my face when we were making love.  I pushed gently
and my head popped into his tight hole.  He moaned and I knew from the moan
that it's a moan of pleasure and not of pain.  Nevertheless, I didn't want
to hurt him by moving too roughly.

      When my balls finally touched his butt cheeks, we just stayed still
and enjoyed the closeness that we shared.  We kissed again and I moved
slowly out.  When just my head remained in his hole, I pushed all the way in
with extra emphasis on his prostate.  Eventually, I found the rhythm and
soon we were breathing hard.

      His face was contorted with pleasure.  His cock was rock hard and
leaking like crazy.  I quickened my movement while stroking his cock
frenziedly.  I wanted us to come together.  Finally the inevitable came.  "I
am coming!!" he wailed.  His cock throbbed and let loose spurt after spurt
of white semen.  With my final trust, I exploded in his body.  I groaned
loudly and collapsed on his body.  When our breathing came to normal, we
opened our eyes simultaneously.  We smiled at each other.  We kissed again,
this time more tenderly.  "I love you," he whispered lovingly.

      "I love you too," I kissed him in between words to
emphasize my point.  We cleaned up and pull the cover over our body.  We
cuddled a bit and drifted off in each other arms.

...To be continued.