Date: Sat, 22 Jun 2002 20:50:30 +0000
From: Davy Jones <swimmer_wa@hotmail.com>
Subject: Chem-Lab: Part 8

IN THE CHEM LAB

Part 8

The week went by without significant incident.  The only awkward thing was
talking to Hugh on Monday.  I bumped into him in the hall, and he was
instantly all smiles.

"Hey man!  How was your weekend?"  He seemed so genuinely happy to see me
that I felt really bad.  "Something the matter?"

"Yeah, kinda."  What the heck was I going to say?  "I'm gonna be stuck at
home the next few nights, I think."

"Uh oh.  What'd you do?"  Trust Hugh to think I'd gotten grounded for
something.  Then inspiration struck.

"Me?  Nothing.  I'm a good boy, remember."  I smiled angelically, but Hugh
just snorted.  "Okay, some relatives are visiting and mom wants them to
have the car."  This excuse was PERFECT.  "I might be able to get it some
nights, but I don't know for sure."

"Gee man, that's a drag."  He pondered for a moment, "well, I guess I can
look in around 9 and if there's no one there, I'll just cruise."  He
sauntered off.

What I really did, of course, was talk to Glenn every night on the phone.
It was hugely frustrating that I couldn't do anything with him during the
week, but his folks wouldn't let him go anywhere on a school night, and at
15, he couldn't drive anyway.

That Wednesday night, I decided to talk to him about Hugh.

"You remember that guy I told you about?"

"What guy?"

"The other one at Bailey I fooled around with?"

"Oh yeah, I wondered about him."

"Well, I haven't been seeing him since we've been together."

"It would be okay if you still were, Davy, but I do like how that sounds -
that we're 'together.'"  I guess that WAS the first time I actually said
it.

"Well, Glenn, I sure want us to be boyfriends, if you feel the same way."

"More than anything else in the world, Davy.  More now than when I was just
dreaming about it."

"So, anyway, I didn't think I could fool around with Hugh anymore; it's not
fair to you."

"So his name is Hugh?"  Shit!  "Do I know him?"

"Oops.  I didn't mean to use his name.  No, probably not.  He's two years
ahead of you, and he's not a swimmer."

"Oh, okay.  I still think it might be nice to meet him."

"You really wouldn't be jealous if I fooled around with him sometimes
during the week?"

"Do you want to?"

"No, I jerk off every night thinking about you."

"Me too."  A pause and then, "You doing it now?"

I blushed, "Yeah, kind of.  Are you?"

A giggle, "uh huh.  I always do when we talk.  You couldn't tell?"

"No, you must be real quiet."

He giggled.  "I always cum at least once whenever we talk."

"God, I can't wait until Saturday!"

"Me either.  So we'll meet at my place early then, and go straight to the
pool?"

"Yeah, I want to be sure we avoid Phillip."

So we talked on, and eventually jerked off together.  Phillip wasn't to be
avoided so easily though.  Within an hour of us getting off the phone, my
phone rang, and it was Phillip.

"How're you doing, Davy?"  My heart sank when I heard his voice.

"Okay I guess."  Anything but!

"You planning to swim this weekend?"

"Uh, probably."

"What time?"

Shit!  Then inspiration.  "Glenn asked me for a lift there, so we'll both
swim kind of early."

"Yeah, you and Glenn are queer for each other, aren't you?"

"What?"  Damn, that sounded too weak.

"You don't fool me - I see the way you two look at each other."  He sounded
smug.  "Early is good - there won't be anyone else there."

"I don't think I want to do this, Phillip."

"Do you want everyone to know you two are fags?"

"No!"  I thought about asking if he wanted people to know he liked to fuck
fags, but I chickened out.

"So when are you going to be there?"

Feeling trapped, I gave him the details of our swimming plans, after which
he hung up, with a warning that we'd better be there.  I just felt sick.  I
couldn't even call Glenn back, since we'd already talked so long.  I didn't
sleep well that night.

I couldn't even bring myself to tell Hank about it, but I did manage to
tell Glenn the next night.  After some discussion, we agreed the best bet
was just to give Phillip what he wanted and hope he'd leave us alone.
Still, I waited for Saturday with dread.

So bright and early at 8:30 AM on Saturday, I picked Glenn up and we drove
to the pool together.  9:00 was the earliest we could get in, and, somewhat
to my relief, Coach Johnson actually hung around a bit after we started the
workout.  He offered us a few words of encouragement, emphasizing that
moving us up to the Varsity team really had been the right idea, even if it
didn't seem like it right at the moment, and offering personalized tips on
improving our form.

Phillip seemed his usual, friendly self as he dropped in about 15 minutes
after us, and the Coach offered him a perfunctory greeting and let him do
his own workout.  I had hoped the Coach would hang out long enough to
prevent Phillip from doing anything to us, but after about 30 minutes, he
made his excuses and headed off.  Glenn and I finished our workout
together, and, as we got out of the pool and headed off to the showers,
Phillip joined us.

"Wait up, guys; I'll join you."  He sounded completely friendly and casual.
We waited for him, and we all walked into the shower room together.

Even before he undressed, Phillip's hard-on stood out through his suit.  He
casually dropped his Speedo on the bench, and motioned me to suck him.
Wordlessly, I did as he wanted.

"Oh yeah, you're a good cocksucker, Davy."  Then, looking at Glenn, "So do
you suck cock as good as your boyfriend?"

I couldn't see Glenn's face, but he stammered, "Um, uh, I dunno."

"Well let's see.  You two switch places."  He pushed me off of him.  "And
take off your suits.  I don't want to be the only one naked in here."

Mutely, we complied, and Glenn knelt and handled Phillip's tool uncertainly
for a bit.

"Suck it, pygmy, don't study it."

I didn't realize how much it would hurt to watch Glenn sucking Phillip's
dick.  I really cared for Glenn, and I felt I'd totally failed to protect
him.

"Davy, I think Glenn's a better cocksucker than you are.  Did you teach
him?"

"Uh," I didn't like this at all, "yeah, I guess."

"You fuck him too?"  I blushed bright red, and looked down.  I could see
Glenn blushing too, even while he was working on Phillip's tool.  Taking
that for an answer, Phillip asked, "He fuck you too?"

"Uh, not yet, no."

"His pussy nice and tight?"  I didn't answer this.  "I'll bet it's real
sweet, is it?  Come on."

"Glenn is very nice," I said thickly.

"Loosen him up before I fuck him."

I dreaded this, but I was expecting it.  "Um, do you have lube?"  I cursed
myself for not bringing Vaseline.

"Use your tongue."

"WHAT!?"

"You heard me.  I want to see you lick your boyfriends asshole."  This was
something I'd never even thought about before.  "Or would you rather I just
fucked him raw?"

That stung me, so I knelt between Glenn's legs and spread his cheeks.
After an hour in the pool, he actually looked immaculately clean back
there, and all I could smell was the chlorine, so I hesitantly started to
lick his hole.  From the sound he made, I gathered he liked it, and I
reached up and patted him on the back for comfort.

"You two look SO sweet!"  Phillip's sarcasm cut like a knife.  Then his
breathing picked up, and he unloaded into Glenn's mouth.  Glenn swallowed
all of it without protest, and Phillip sat back, a bit out of breath.

Deciding to take advantage of the moment I asked, "can we go now?"

Whether that was all he'd wanted, or if he felt a bit disgusted with
himself between loads, or whatever, he nodded, and we hurried into our
clothes and out the door back to my car and then to my house.  Back in my
room, I locked the door, and we fell into each other's arms.

"Glenn, I am so sorry about that."

"Don't be.  It's not like it's your fault."

"Well, I feel like I got you into this."

He hugged me.  "I'm where I want to be," he whispered.

We got naked, cuddled, then 69ed for a while.  Lying there naked with my
boyfriend, tasting his cock in my mouth, feeling his warmth on mine, all
the troubles in the world seemed very far away.  We lay there together,
lackadaisically sucking each other for a while.

"Glenn?"

"Mmmph?"

"Do you want to fuck me this time?"

Raising his head up.  "Sure!  I wasn't sure if you'd want me to."

"Well, I don't want to treat you like Phillip treats us."  I rolled onto my
back.

He climbed on top of me.  "I never felt like we did anything so far that I
didn't want to, Davy."  He kissed me, and I loved the feel of his erection
on mine.

"So, anyway, the Vaseline is under the bed."

"Okay," but, to my surprise, he spread my legs and started licking my
asshole instead.  I stared at that pretty blond head down there against my
jet black bush and loved feeling his warm wet tongue running back and forth
over my anus.

"Hmm, it won't go in."

"Your tongue?  Maybe if you put Vaseline on it first."  We both giggled.
He got the Vaseline from under the bed, but he put some on his cock first.
"Um, you should probably rub some of that inside me with a finger first."
He grinned and fingered me - way too fast.  "Ouch!"

His face fell.  "I'm sorry, Davy.  Did I hurt you?"  He sat back and looked
really disappointed.  My erection disappeared.

"No, it's okay."  I smiled weakly, "You need to go slow and easy, is all.
Remember how I took my time with you?"

"Yeah, but I thought that was just because it was my first time."

"Well, it's better if you take it slow - another way you don't want to be
like Phillip."  I grinned at that, and after a pause he grinned back at me.
Then he started fingering me gently, keeping a close eye on me.  This was
so comical I had to laugh, but I kept encouraging him, and soon enough he'd
worked his finger all the way in, and I invited him to try his dick now.

"I'll be real careful Davy, okay?  Let me know if I hurt you AT ALL, okay?"
He looked very serious.

I smiled.  "I will."

But his dick wasn't all that big, and, more important, it wasn't all that
thick, and he entered me pretty easily.  I held my own ankles to keep my
feet out of the way and to spread myself to make it easier for him.

"Is this okay?"

"Yeah, Glenn, it feels nice."

He smiled.  "You always feel nice inside me too."  We beamed at each other
for a bit, and he kissed me.  Then he started thrusting.  At first, he was
a little awkward, and it felt like his dick dragged a bit, but I guess the
lube eventually got distributed right, and soon enough he was sliding
easily back and forth, generally taking short, deep strokes.  I let myself
relax, and it really did start to feel pretty good - nice and warm,
actually.

To begin with, he tried to kiss me and keep his tongue in my mouth the
whole time, but as soon as he needed to breathe harder, he laid his head on
my shoulder, and I heard him panting into my ear.  Then he started taking
really fast, really short strokes, almost spasming and he cried out softly,
so I knew he was creaming inside me.  He lay on me for a bit, catching his
breath.  I kissed him on the cheek.

"Was that okay, Davy?"

"Uh huh.  Sounds like you had fun too."

He sat up and bit and grinned real big at me.  "Yeah.  That was nice."
Then he started gently stroking my cock.  "I'll suck you off, if you'd
rather."

"No, I want to cum with you inside me."  I smiled and stretched a little
bit.  "Besides, it's no fun to suck a guy when you've just cum."

"Oh I dunno.  I hear I'm a better cocksucker than you are."  My mouth
dropped open in surprise, and he grinned devilishly.  We both laughed
softly.  He started stroking me with his hand.  It felt nice to just lay
back and be lazy, and his cock, still pulsing occasionally, felt nice up
inside me.  Pretty soon he brought me off, and I came all over my stomach.
As I came, he popped out of me, and he kissed me on the lips again.

Then, to my astonishment, he leaned down and began licking up the load I'd
just shot.

"Um, you don't have to do that, you know."

He looked up.  "Do you mind if I do?"

"Uh, no, not if it's what you WANT to do."

He smiled sweetly.  "Good," and returned to cleaning me up with his tongue.
I think this was easy for him because I had essentially no hair between my
crotch and my armpits, so he was simply licking my cum off my smooth
stomach.  When he was done, he put his head on my shoulder, and I wrapped
my arm around him and we snuggled.

"I didn't realize you liked my cum that much."  I gave him a gentle
squeeze.

"I've been thinking about tasting it all week" he whispered.

"Did you like it that way?"

"Yeah, it was nice."  Then, concerned, "did it gross you out?"

"No, not really.  Surprised me though."  I squeezed him again.

He made a kind of a happy noise, and we just lay there together for a
while.  It felt so nice just holding him there.  He was soft and warm, and
just feeling him alive and breathing in my arms was heaven.

--To Be Continued