Date: Tue, 22 Jan 2008 01:28:57 -0500
From: "adibballboy@gmail.com" <adibballboy@gmail.com>
Subject: The Road Back to School - Part 1

Caution: This story contains graphic depictions of sex between males. Any
similarity to actual people or events is coincidental. This is copyrighted
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Zach and I were driving back to school from his place in Boston after I
spent the last few days of spring break with him. We were probably two
hours down the road before we started talking sex -- a record for Zach.

We were dressed for the roadtrip in comfortable clothes, Zach in his
usually black Nike warm-up pants -- half sweats, half nylon -- and a white
loose-fit Under Armour long-sleeve shirt. I had on black Under Armour
boxer-briefs, light Carolina blue Nike basketball shorts and a college
t-shirt.

"Hey Kyle, did you see that girl in the black skirt last night?" Zach
asked.

"Yeah, fuckin' hot," I replied, with no idea who the hell he was talking
about.

"Yeah, fuckin' bitch," he said. "She gave me a fake fuckin' number."

"She did?" I laughed.

"She fuckin' did," he said. "Left me horny as hell. You find anybody
special last night?"

"No man, no luck," I said. "Hell of a depressing way to end spring break."

"Tell me about it," he said. "But it didn't like you were trying too hard
man. Why don't you ever talk to the bitches?"

"I don't know, I don't like clubs."

"Or you don't like girls?" he asked. "Come on man, I don't care."

"Fuck you," I said. "That's bullshit."

"Oh yeah? Come one, why don't you suck my dick right now?" he teased,
planting his right hand firmly on his crotch.

"Yeah, if I could find it," I mocked back. He laughed.

"You think it's that small, eh?" he asked, before he suddenly took off his
seatbelt, arched his back to lift his ass off the seat and pushed his
pants' waste-band to just above his knees before he sat back down.

Trying to keep my eyes on the road while stealing glances at his package, I
first noticed he was wearing the same boxer-briefs I was! Black Under
Armour. But I quickly changed my focus to the snake bulging out from his
right leg. He was running his hand up and down the bulge which extended at
least seven inches from his crotch down the right leg of his boxer-briefs.

"Man, put your fucking pants back on, before the police pull us over," I
said.

"Oh, Kyle's too distracted by my cock to drive, eh? Why don't you pull over
and give me what I want," he said. I was starting to get concerned he
wasn't kidding anymore.

"You and I both know that's not going to happen. First thing back on campus
you'll get drunk and tell everybody all about it."

"Fuck no, man, I never told anybody about anybody else."

"Anybody else?"

"Yeah, come one, be cool Kyle, everybody does each other favors now and
then," he said. I was really worried now, but really horny too. I didn't
want to tell Zach that this was exactly what I had wanted since the first
time I met him.

"Fuck you, don't give me that shit," I said.

"I shit you not, that's just the way things work," he said. At that moment
I made the mistake of reaching for the dashboard to change the song. He
grabbed my hand and jerked it over to the snake in his pants. He didn't let
go, he just dragged my hand up and down his cock, getting harder under the
tight fabric of the Under Armour. I kept my left hand on the wheel and
turned on the cruise control.

"What the fuck man, this isn't funny anymore," I said.

"Mmmm, no, it's fucking hot," he said. With that I decided to run with
it. His hands still on mine, I guided him to his fly and undertook the
difficult operation of pulling his hard cock out of his underwear. "Now you
got it, man, that's right."

When his dick was fully exposed he took his hands off mine. He pushed his
pants the rest of the way down to his ankles and reclined his seat a
little. I started working on jerking him off, his cock getting steadily
harder with every stroke.

"Mmmm, yeah. See, this is what guys do," he said. I suddenly put my hand
back on the wheel.  "What the fuck man, I thought we were cool," he gasped.

"I don't do this with your underwear on," I said. "Take it off, take it
off," I chanted like at a strip club. He did so enthusiastically, pulling
his boxer briefs down to join his pants around his ankles.  After his cock
drew back through his fly it snapped back up, bouncing off his six-pack
abs. I returned my hand, this time to his balls.

Zach was only two years younger than me, but I surprised that he was
completely hairless. I bounced his big hairless balls up and down, then
started back at the base of his shaft. He was now as hard as he was going
to get, and his cut cock reached up about seven and a half inches.  He was
definitely bigger than me, but he was a foot taller too.

I worked my thumb and forefinger around the bottom couple inches of his
dick, taking his skin up and down with me. Then I moved up, putting my
whole fist around the upper half with my thumb tracing circles around his
head.

"Oh yeah," he gasped. "Fuck yeah Kyle." He had moved his left hand in under
my arm to play with his balls, while his right hand moved up and down his
chest, rubbing the soft Under Armour shirt over his abs and chest. He
paused particularly to trace circles around his nipples. I continued to
catch quick glances of the action every couple seconds while I focused on
the road.

"I'm getting close, man," he moaned after a few minutes of hard work. My
arm was starting to get tired. I hadn't thought, though, what was going to
happen when this was over. I started getting worried about the cum all over
my car. He started to arch his back up a little.

"Come on, Kyle, make me cum," he shouted. I forgot about the car and
stroked him faster and faster. "Fuck yes!" he yelled as he landed his ass
back on the seat, whipping his cock out of my hands as he was rocked by
spasms of orgasm. My hand was hit by a flying wad of cum before I got it
back around his dick and resumed furiously stroking.

"Oh god, slow down!" he said, but I ignored him. He kept shooting, hitting
the dashboard, the windshield, his window, his shirt and generally soaking
his crotch. It took him most of a minute to finish cumming and cool down.

Finally I took my hand off his dick and wiped it on his shirt, spending a
little too long rubbing my hand over his abs and nipples. I put my fairly
dry hand back on the wheel and pretended nothing had happened.

"Hell yeah Kyle. Look at this shit. Pull over so I can clean up," he
said. He pulled his shirt over his head and started to dab and the
windshield. He used his finger to wipe a big glob up from the dashboard and
tasted it. "Fucking good, try some," he invited.

"Fuck no. I'll help you out, man, but there are lines." But right as I
finished speaking he jabbed a finger full of cum into my mouth. I couldn't
resist and licked it off. It tasted sweet and hot, I couldn't compare it to
anything but I felt my dick leaking precum with the new sensations in my
mouth.

"You like that, huh? You like some Zach cum in your mouth? Well remember
that taste, and maybe one day you can get some more." I didn't say
anything.

There was an exit in a half mile, and I pulled off. The first thing I saw
was a rural New York high school, so I pulled into the parking lot a safe
distance away from anything. Zach pulled his underwear and track pants back
up over his waste.

"Fuck man, this shirt is too soaked in cum to wear! You made me shoot so
fucking much."

"Well, I've had a lot of practice I guess," I said. We both laughed. We got
out of the car to stretch our legs. Zach came around to my side of the car,
an old-school Jeep Cherokee.

"Hey man, can you reach over the back seat and grab a new shirt out of my
bag," he asked.

"Sure," I said, and opened the back door. While I was leaning in looking
for Zach's bag I felt two hands grab my ass and push me into the back
seat. I kind-of fell into the car as Zach climbed in on top of me and
pulled the door closed behind him. I turned my head around to look at him.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I shouted.

"Come on Kyle, calm down, I've got to return the favor. He grabbed my hips
and flipped me onto my back. I was pretty defenseless there, sprawled
across the back seat with my back leaning on Zach's bag and my head on the
window. Zach reached for the waste-band of my basketball shorts and pulled
them to my ankles.

I was already rock hard as he pulled my six and a half inches of cut cock
out of my fly. Before I knew it, he had crunched himself into an impossibly
compact position behind the diver's seat and had his mouth positioned over
my dripping cock. He looked up at me and smiled before diving down on my
dick.

Zach was an expert, his tongue lapping at the bottom side of my shaft, both
his hands exploring my balls. I moaned because I didn't have any words for
the pleasure I was feeling.

He switched it up, concentrating his lips and tongue on my head and rubbing
his right hand up and down the base of my shaft. He brought his left arm up
under my t-shirt, feeling up my toned chest. I knew this wasn't going to
last long.

I put my right hand on his muscular arm as it moved around under my
shirt. I put my left hand on his head, pushing back his hair so I could see
his face on my dick. He rolled his eyes up to look at me, staring as he
bobbed up and down. I stared back, liking my lips.

"Get ready Zach, I'm gonna blow," I gasped. I counted down to myself the
seconds until I sprayed.

"Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm," Zach replied. I was secretly thrilled he didn't stop to
jerk me off the rest of the way. I was panting like a dog. With the car
off, the temperature had risen to the high nineties in the cooped up SUV
and both Zach and I were soaked in sweat. My t-shirt was sticking to me,
and his bare chest and back were glistening. It was the most beautiful
thing I had ever seen, the focus and longing on his face and the desire in
our moans. I was in ecstasy.

As my glance panned up I saw something that scared the hell out of
me. Somebody was watching us through the rear driver's side window.

"Fuck!" I yelled, but at the same time I started shooting ropes of cum down
Zach's throat. He focused on taking it all, burying his nose in my trimmed
pubes. I could feel the top of his throat gulping my cum and I kept
shooting and shooting into his eager mouth. My fear of being spotted turned
to pure pleasure.

"Fuck, yes, Zach! Take it, take my load you hot son of a bitch! I want you
to take it all!"

As soon as I calmed down, though I looked up and made eye contact with the
spectator outside.  He turned and ran.

"Zach, quick, there's some kid out there watching," I said. Without saying
anything he came up off my cock with one last lick and nearly tumbled out
the door, running after the kid. I pulled my shorts up, got out and ran to.

"Come here you mother fucker," Zach was yelling. The kid had reached a car
and was trying to put his keys in the lock. Zach caught up and slammed him
against the side of the car.

"Oww, fuck you!" the kid shouted. As I caught up I got a better look. He
couldn't have been older than sixteen or seventeen, and was wearing a
basketball uniform -- red basketball shorts and a red muscle shirt made out
of basketball short material. His jersey said "Wildcats" on it, I guess
this school's mascot. As Zach backed up I started laughing. He was still
shirtless and hard as hell under his pants. His cock had been right in the
kid's crack

"I'm sorry, man, I didn't mean to," he stuttered.

"So you like to watch mother fucker?" Zach yelled. I looked around to make
sure no one else was watching. "Come on, fucker, we're going to have a
talk."

Zach grabbed him by his bare muscular arm and led him back to my car. The
kid was helping bring my hard-on back, with his short blonde hair, hairless
legs and red and white Reebok basketball shoes. When we got to the car,
Zach motioned to me to get in the back seat while we pushed the kid in on
the other side and got in himself. The kid was in the middle and we were on
either side of him.

"What the fuck man, you're fucking in the parking lot so I looked in the
window. What the hell?" the kid said.

"What's your name?" I asked. "I'm Kyle, this is Zach."

"I'm Chris," he said.

"So, Chris, you like to watch when dudes hook up?" Zach asked.

"What the hell, man, you guys were hooking up in a high school parking
lot."

"So what, you jealous?" Zach sneered. He put his left hand into the kid's
crotch, rubbing his cock through the shiny basketball shorts. "Fuck, feels
like you're pretty jealous. You need some help with this?"

"Fuck you," the kid said, but he didn't move.

"Oh, so you like this? You want me to fuck you, you said?" Chris just
moaned in response. He had closed his eyes while Zach stroked his
cock. Zach looked up at me and smiled. I leaned in and planted my lips on
Chris'. He started passionately making out with me while he moved one of
each of his hands to Zach and my dicks. Zach caught my eye and motioned
with head at Chris' hand on my dick. At the same time I pulled my face from
his, Zach and I grabbed his wrists and held his hands in place.

"So what are you doing at school Chris? It's Sunday," Zach said, beginning
the interrogation.

"I missed the shot that would have won last night's game, so coach made me
come in for extra practice and then left me to clean the locker room and
lock up," Chris replied, his voice still shaky and nervous.

"So the whole school's empty?"

"Yeah."

"And you've got your coach's key?"

"Yeah."

"Okay Chris, guess what? You're going to show us around your school,
starting with the locker room, I could use a shower to get this cum off
me," Zach said. He released Chris' hand to reach across his lap and grab
his bag from the floor between my legs. "Let's go."

Chris led the way in. Zach and I walked together, Zach with his eyes fixed
on Chris' back-side in his Wildcats basketball uniform. I tapped Zach on
his bare shoulder and gave him a "what the fuck" look. In reply he gave me
his trademark grin and a thumbs-up. We entered through the fire-door of a
big gym. We crossed the playing floor to a door that said "BOYS" on it in
large letters. Inside was just what I remembered from high school -- rows
of lockers with benches running down their centers to the left, group
showers on the right, coaches' offices with their lights out lining the far
wall.

"Show us your locker, eh Chris?" Zach said.

"Okay... Why?" he asked.

"I just want to see what a basketball star like you keeps in their gym
locker. Cool, little buddy?"

"Kay, whatever," Chris said as he led the way down the center aisle and
opened a locker. Zach quickly pushed him in my direction and stood in front
of the locker.

"Have a seat on the bench, Chris," Zach said. Chris obeyed, looking more
and more nervous.  Zach took a brief survey of the locker and turned to
me. "Kyle, take off Chris' nice b-ball shoes and set them aside." I did,
slowly undoing the double-knotting, loosening the laces a little and
pulling off Chris' red and white Nike basketball shoes to reveal short,
black Nike ankle socks.

"What do we have in here, then," Zach said to himself, mostly. "One can,
Axe body spray." Zach sprayed some on his own chest. "Nice. I
approve. Kyle?" I leaned into to Zach's chest and nodded my approval.

"One pair, red mesh Nike basketball shorts. One blue towel. One bottle, Axe
body wash. Bought into the Axe commercials, I see?" Zach didn't wait for an
answer. "One box, Trojan condoms, half already gone. Well, someone's
popular with the cheerleaders, eh Chris? And last, but not least, one black
Under Armour protective cup. That's right, one jock strap. Kyle, pull
Chris' shorts off."

I stripped Chris from the waist down, revealing a five inch soft cock. Zach
knelt down and slipped the jock over Chris' legs and pulled it up.

"Stand up," Zach said, and Chris did. "Nice cock. Too bad I'm not going to
let you use it." Then Zach pulled Chris' underwear out of his shorts and
pulled his shorts back up. "Now, Chris, you saw what I was doing to Kyle in
the car?"

Chris nodded.

"Good, well Kyle's going to sit here straddling this bench and you're going
to get in front of him and do the same thing." I gladly dropped my
shorts. I managed to get one still shoed leg out of them and that was good
enough for me. I threw my leg over the bench and Chris seemed to eagerly
assume his position. He unbuttoned my fly and pulled out my hardening
cock. I didn't this was his first time sucking cock, but he wasn't as good
as Zach had been. Chris traced my veins with his tongue, his right hand
pulling my nuts out through my fly.

While I started moaning I saw Zach gesture at me to back up while he rubbed
his cock through his pants. I started inching back on the bench and Chris
followed me like a dog with a toy in its mouth. When I pulled my cock away
he went down on it farther to keep it in place. Finally, there was room for
Zach to sit down behind a nearly horizontal Chris on the bench. Zach leaned
forward, bringing his chest down on Chris' back, startling him, but not
enough to take his prize out of his mouth. Suddenly Zach grabbed his
shoulders and jerked him backwards.

"You like that Chris? You like my friend's cock?" Zach asked in a seductive
voice.

"Mmm, yeah," Chris muttered, staring at my hard dick plastered against my
shirt in front of him.  I pulled my shirt over my head and forwards, making
my dick snap back against my six-pack.

"You liking this Kyle? Does the boy suck alright?"

"Yeah, man, I've had better," I said, smiling, "but he's pretty good." Zach
was rubbing Chris shoulders, saying something like "Good boy,"
repeatedly. I could see the Under Armour logo on Chris' cup bulging under
the pressure his dick was putting on it. Zach pushed Chris' torso back down
and he resumed work on my cock, going up and down slowly, applying a little
vacuum pressure and running his tongue over the slit at the top of my cock
head. Zach, meanwhile, grabbed one of the condoms and put it on. He was
pleased to find it was lubed already. With Chris leaned in towards me, Zach
had a nearly perfect angle on his smooth asshole.

"FUCK!" Chris and Zach shouted simultaneously, although Chris' was muffled
by my dick.  From my vantage point I could see Zach had pushed just a
little into Chris, and had both his hands on Chris' shoulders. Chris seemed
to be gagging on my cock so I used my right hand to push his forehead
up. He wasn't doing anything now but slowly moving his tongue over my
shaft.

"Oh my god!" Zach yelled, pulling on Chris' shoulders to lodge his cock
deeper and deeper.  Every few seconds he would back it up a little and then
make an even harder thrust. On the third try he was all the way in and
rocking in and out a little gently.

"Nice ass Chris. Nice tight ass. You like my big college man cock in your
little high school boy hole?" Zach shouted in ecstasy.

"Mmm, harder..." Chris mumbled, slowly beginning to work with renewed
passion on my dick.  Zach slapped the side of Chris' ass and then snapped
one of the bands of his jock strap before withdrawing almost all the way
and thrusting with new power and intent. Chris choked for a second on my
cock before going back to work even more furiously than before. He and Zach
developed a rhythm that correlated Zach's thrusts with Chris' down-strokes
on my dick. I started rubbing his hair and joining in Zach's game of "good
boy."

The three of us were sweating a lot as Zach pounded harder and hard and I
started lifting myself up and down to fuck Chris' face. Chris was in
trouble since we had just both cummed. Zach was tall enough to bring his
chest down completely over Chris' back and keep up his thrusts while I
leaned in and made out with him over Chris' head bobbing on my dick. While
my tongue worked on Zach's soft lips and strong tongue Chris' was doing
double-time on my cock-head.

When Zach's nipples weren't rubbing against Chris' shoulder blades he was,
or I was. Zach started reaching around and massaging Chris' pecs and abs,
running fingers from his chin to his jock strap while the three of us
bounced up and down, in and out on the locker room bench. Zach felt
cautiously on Chris' cup, which was being lifted practically an inch off
Chris' pelvis thanks to his cock. Zach pulled it far enough away from Chris
that his dick jumped up and thudded against his abs. Zach snapped the cup
back trapping Chris' cock upright.

In a few seconds, but not too unexpectedly, Chris was shooting white hot
cum all over his chest, my legs and the bench. He was making the most
ecstatic noises I had ever heard someone make, this throat and tongue
ticking my dick while they made noise. His ass has apparently clamped onto
Zach's cock since he stopped thrusting and just made tiny up and down
movements on top of Chris' back. Zach was licking one of Chris' ears when I
pushed down on the back of Chris' head hard.

"Fuck me! Take it boy, take my big load," I was yelling.

"Take it from both ends, bitch! How do you like two big cocks filling you
up? Do you like it?"  Zach yelled before pulling my head into his. We
kissed deeply while I started shooting gobs of cum into Chris' hungry
mouth. He worked as hard as he could to swallow it all, but some trickled
down his chin and mingled with his own cum on the locker room bench. At the
same time Zach was moaning in pure joy, emptying his reserve into the
condom firmly lodged up Chris' tight ass.

When Zach and I stopped filling him with cum Chris lay down on his stomach
on the bench, getting cum all over himself. Zach massaged his back and I
rubbed my cock on his hair, getting extra cum off.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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