Date: Sat, 28 Jul 2001 03:53:05
From: Davy Jones <swimmer_wa@hotmail.com>
Subject: Chem Lab (part 2)

IN THE CHEM LAB

Part 2

"I'm getting hard again," he whispered.

"Must have enjoyed it, then."  I smiled wickedly at him.  "Let me close up
here and we can go back to the lab."

As I locked up and turned out the lights, I saw him looking nervously up
and down the hallway - for all the world as though anyone seeing us would
know what we were up to.  To tell the truth, I was nervous myself, but
trying hard not to show it.  We made it back into the lab without incident
though.

I reached under his shirt and felt his smooth tummy again.  This time I
took more time at it.  He moaned slightly.

"Does Mr. Brown know what kind of experiments you do in here?" he
whispered.

"I hope not.  Besides, you're the first.  In here, anyway."

I undid his jeans and squeezed his basket.  I felt him awkwardly fondle my
crotch and fumble with my belt.

"This is hard!" he muttered

I let one hand slide into his shorts and gripped his erection.

"So's this." We both giggled.

I pulled his jeans and shorts down to his knees, then undid my belt and
pulled down my own jeans and shorts.  I reached over and took his dick in
my hand, and he did the same to mine.  This settled into a weird kind of
follow-the-leader: I felt his balls, he felt mine.  I stroked his dick, he
stroked mine.  I gave his dick a good squeeze, he did mine.  I settled into
just stroking his cock and he was happy to do the same.

Although Hugh was taller and thinner than me, his cock was more or less the
same size - about 6" long and cut, with enough loose skin to make jerking
off easy.

"This feels much better than doing it myself!"

"Yeah, isn't it great?"

Suddenly I remembered I hadn't grabbed towels yet.  Rather than stumble
around with my pants down, I decided to return the favor so I knelt and
took Hugh's cock in my mouth.

"Oh wow!"

I loved the slightly sweaty smell of his crotch, and I liked the way his
cock felt in my mouth.  It had been a while since my last visit with my
cousin, and I realized I really do like doing this.  I felt a sort of
delicious shiver go over me as I thought about the implications of that.
Hugh was obviously liking it too, although he was making it difficult by
moving his hips back and forth.

I reached into my pocket and put some lube on a finger, then started to
finger his hole again.

"Oh yeah!  Oh yeah!" He whispered.  He ran his hand roughly over my head.

He was a bit looser than before, or maybe just more comfortable, so my
finger slid in faster and easier this time.  About the time I got it all
the way in and started working it around, I felt his dick get extra hard in
my mouth, and I felt his body sort of quiver as he unloaded in my mouth.

I stood up as he sighed and then started to pull up his pants.

"Not so fast, you need to take care of me now."

"I dunno man . . ."

"I know.  You just came so you don't feel like doing anything.  That's
okay, just turn around and lean against the table."

I grabbed his shoulders and started "helping" him turn around.

"What are you going to do?"

"You'll see."

"I don't think I want you to stick that in me."

"Don't worry.  That's not what I have in mind."

Well, actually it was, but I can be resourceful.  Mr. Brown always said I
was creative - not always as a compliment.  As Hugh leaned against the
table, I slid a hand between his thighs just under his crack.

"Spread your legs a bit, okay?"

He complied.  "Okay, but what are you going to do?"  He whispered.

I put a good bit of lube on my dick and then stuck it between his thighs.
The hair on his legs felt funny against my dick.

"Pull your legs together tight and I can bring myself off just rubbing
between them."

I felt him tighten his legs, and I started to rub back and forth.  I
wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him to me as I pumped while he
braced himself on the table edge.  It was a bit rough at first, but soon
the lube got spread out and then it was great.  He was just enough taller
than me that my dick kept bouncing against his balls on each stroke.

"Does that work?"

"Definitely!"

He fell silent, and I continued thrusting at a steady pace.  It struck me
how weird it was doing this with all the flasks and bottles of chemicals
around.  The chemical smell was fairly strong in there, and I hoped there
was nothing unsafe on the table Hugh was gripping.

Even though I really had wanted to be up his ass, his thighs felt real good
too.  Psychologically, I still felt like I was really fucking him, and just
letting that thought roll around in my mind a bit made me even
hotter. After not too many strokes, I shot a load between his thighs and
onto his balls.  Almost immediately, we heard a bell ring.

"Shit!  That's lights-out!  I gotta run!"

He stumbled for the door, pulling up his jeans and shorts, fumbling in the
darkness.  I got myself together and still beat him to the door, letting
him out, and watching his lanky form sprinting for the dorm.

I double-checked the lab to be sure we didn't leave any cum-stains for Mr.
Brown to find, but I couldn't find any.  I guess it all ended up in Hugh's
shorts!

Then I locked up and headed for home, speculating on whether he'd had any
difficulty explaining the condition of his shorts to his roommate, or if
he'd just quickly shucked his jeans and slept in shorts soaked with my cum.
I smiled to myself and wondered if he'd still be speaking to me the next
day.

--End--