Message-ID: <005330Z21121994@anon.penet.fi> Newsgroups: alt.sex.motss From: an41470@anon.penet.fi (M. Knight) X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.motss Organization: Anonymous contact service Reply-To: an41470@anon.penet.fi Date: Wed, 21 Dec 1994 00:47:38 UTC Subject: "Dressing Room Strip" (M/M) Lines: 457 The following story involves two teenage males participating in consensual sexual activity. If that's not your thing, leave now. This work of fiction may not be published in any form for commercial purposes without my written consent. You may distribute it electronically as you wish with the header intact, but don't change anything. The copyright resides with the author at an41470. Because sending out copies of past stories involving Alex cuts into the time I spend writing these tales, I will not answer requests for reposts or for sending them to you personally. Post your request to the list and maybe some kind soul will help you out. I welcome all comments and encouragement is especially welcome. (That's what keeps me writing these.) Another Day in Alex's Sex Life: "Dressing Room Strip" by Mitchell Knight The following morning I woke up feeling very content. Terry and I had returned to my bedroom shortly before our parents had shown up and had experimented with more sex play. If he just practiced his blowjob technique a little more, he would be able to give someone a great deal of pleasure one day. As I lay naked in bed, I let my hand slip down to my growing cock and toy with it a little bit as I remembered pumping into his ass last night. I started stroking myself a little more vigorously until those pleasurable feelings started to overtake my dick, and then I relaxed and got out of bed. You never knew what the day would bring, so I figured I'd save up my spunk. "Good morning, Alex," my mom greeted me. "Hi." "'Morning Alex. I've got some good news for you," my father started. "What?" I asked, grabbing my Cheerios and a bowl. "John was very impressed with you," he continued. "Impressed with me? I hardly said two words to him." "But he liked the fact that you were responsible enough to stay home on a Friday night and watch Terry. He offered you a job." "Really? Where?" "They're opening a new Arnaud's in town, and he said he'd put in a word with the manager here if you wanted the job." "How much do they pay?" I asked, interested. "He said he'd start you out at 50 cents over whatever you're making at the drycleaners." That's all I needed to hear. I was there for the grand opening a month later having said a fond farewell to the drycleaners, but looking forward to better pay and new experiences at my new job. Things were very hectic during the grand opening, and all of us were kept busy helping customers. Some of the guys that came in were pretty cute, and I liked helping them. Kent and Tim stopped by to go out to lunch with me, and it was after my lunch break that the cutest guy of the day walked in. He was a couple inches shorter than me and looked to be about my age or maybe a little older. He had the perfect form with broad shoulders, exactly proportioned chest and legs, and a full basket, if his tight pants were to be believed. He had spikey blond hair and the clearest blue eyes I'd ever seen. "Can I help you?" I asked, walking up to him as he surveyed a pants rack. He turned and favored me with the cutest smile I'd ever seen. A dimple formed in his left cheek as he revealed his perfect, even white teeth. "Sure, I'm looking for a new outfit. I'd like some jeans and a new shirt," he answered. Taking my time, I carefully showed him all that we had to offer. Soon he had a couple pair of jeans and a shirt draped over his powerful forearm. "Where do I try these on?" he asked, turning and looking around the store. "Right back there," I answered, pointing to the back of the store. "I'll take you back there and open up a dressing room." "Thanks." Once back in the dressing rooms though, I saw that all of them were full. "You'll have to wait a little bit. They're all full now," I told him. "What's that?" he asked, pointing to our overflow closet tucked off in the back of the dressing room corridor. "That's just a closet," I answered. "I could change in there." "But there isn't a door," I protested. "That's okay. You can just stand in the doorway. Nobody will be able to see in that way," he said. I wasn't quite sure how to take it, but he was already moving as if a decision had been made. I followed him to the back of the hall. He laid down his clothing on a shelf and started unbuttoning his shirt. As I was about to turn around to give him privacy, he spoke up. "Where do you go to school?" "Quincy," I answered. "That's what I thought. I go to Beckwith High, and I'd never seen you there before. You're a senior, right?" I nodded. "Are you on the wrestling team?" he asked, the final button undone. He slipped the shirt from his broad shoulders to reveal a finely toned body. His hefty pecs were lightly dusted with short blond hairs just along the edges. Tiny pink nipples perched along the middle of this hair line. A thin trail of hair ran between his pectorals down between his well-defined abs (I could count each individual square) to disappear past his navel into his pants. This suggestive type hair just drove me wild, and I felt my cock begin to respond. "No," I answered, taking a little too long to answer the question. "Oh, I'm on the wrestling team at Beckwith. I thought maybe we'd see each other at competitions this year or something." He was unbuttoning his pants now, and he slid these down his hard thighs. Purple briefs came into view, and I could see they contained a good sized dick. His pants dropped to the floor, and he stepped out of them. Then he casually dropped his hand between his legs and--rubbed?-- himself. No, it must just have been an unconscious adjustment on his part. Surely he wasn't doing this all for my benefit. Or was he? "Are you into sports?" he asked. "Yeah, I'm on the track team." He started pulling on a pair of the jeans he'd picked out. "That's what I figured. You've got an athletic form. I just couldn't place the sport." "How do the pants fit?" I asked. "Good." He reached for the shirt then and pulled it on over his head. "Okay, I'll go take a look now," he said, walking towards me. I stepped aside, and he walked to the mirror to survey the new outfit. "I think it looks great," I offered, and it wasn't just my typical sales persona saying it either. The clothes hugged his short, muscular figure, and I just wanted to rip them off and get a good look at those purple briefs again...and then what hid underneath. "I do too. I'll take them. Do you get a commission?" "No." He returned to the closet, and I took up my old post. A door just to my left opened up and an older man stepped out as my cute wrestler started pulling off his shirt. The man just left the area without a glance in our direction. "Then I think this is all I'll take." "Are you sure?" "If it doesn't benefit you, then there's no reason for me to get anything else." The pants were coming off again, and I was so concentrated on watching this that I almost didn't catch what he said next in a low voice. "I hope you don't think I'm being too forward, but would you like to go out?" "Uh...go out?" "You know, like to a movie or something," he clarified. "Sure, that sounds great," I answered. He smiled at me with that cute dimple showing again. "I'd really like to get to know you better. By the way, my name's Drake." "I'm Alex." So my new wrestling friend left with a new outfit and my phone number in hand. * * * Drake picked me up a little before seven to take me to Interview With the Vampire. I was pleased to know that he liked Anne Rice. At least he wasn't one of those stupid wrestlers with a gorgeous body but no brain. He actually read good books. The movie was great. I liked sitting next to Drake and watching the homosexual relationship between Lestat and Louis play out on the screen. Halfway through the movie his hand brushed up against my thigh, and I casually allowed my hand to drop to meet his. Our fingers intertwined through the rest of the movie, and there was something about that simple gesture that made me warm all over. Afterwards we headed to Denny's and got a booth in the back. We sat and talked forever. While I loved staring into his blue eyes, I enjoyed hearing his intellect come through in his voice. Now here was someone I could be stimulated by with both their personality and their body. "We should probably get going," Drake suggested, glancing at his watch. "It's almost midnight, and I've got a curfew." I nodded. "Yeah, we probably should." We left the restaurant and returned to his car. "I'm not sure how to put this..." Drake began. "You? Mr. 'I hope you don't think I'm too forward'? I can't believe it," I teased him. Drake chuckled. "I was going to ask if you'd like to...sleep over." "Sure, that sounds fine. Let's just stop by my house, and I'll leave my parents a note," I said. He smiled, and I had to hold tight to the armrest to keep from leaning over and kissing him. Once I got in the door of my house, I noticed a light still on in the family room. My mom was sitting there in her nightgown reading a Danielle Steele novel. "Hey, Mom," I whispered. "Hi," she said. "Did you have a good time?" "Yeah. I was just going to leave a note that I'll be sleeping over at Drake's tonight." "Okay. I'll see you tomorrow." And just as simple as that, I was back in Drake's car with a few things, and we were heading to his house. He opened the door with his key, and we slipped inside. I followed him into the basement where he had his own room. Once the door was shut, he cautiously faced me. His finger traced the line of my face down to my chin. "Now that we're all alone, I'm so nervous I'm not even sure--" My lips softly covered up the last of the sentence, and I felt his nervousness melt away as he eagerly opened his mouth wide to my probing tongue. Then I felt his hands at the bottom of my shirt, tugging it up. We parted, and I raised my arms to let him lift my shirt up off my head. I reached out and tugged his up and off quickly too. I ran my hands slowly over his flesh, tweaking lightly his little nipples and brushing along the light covering of hair. I traced down the line between his chest until I reached the button on his pants. His hands were already undoing mine quickly, and soon I was standing there with my underwear and pants around my knees. His hands slowly stroked my exposed erection. I quickly pulled down his pants and was surprised to see he wore no underwear. Since it was fairly dark in the room, all I could see was a dark outline of his thick cock. My hands felt along the length of it until they reached the sticky tip. He was thicker than me, but I was longer. Then he was tugging on my cock and pulling me towards the bed in the middle of the room. I shuffled forward and then fell on top of him on the bed. His strong hands kneaded the flesh of my back as our bodies pressed against each other. The firm smoothness of his torso felt great against my chest. Our cocks were crushed against the other, and we started frantically rubbing them together. Our mouths locked together, and we spread saliva across the lower parts of our faces in our passionate kissing. Our cocks seeped precum, causing more friction along the lengths of our dicks and driving me closer to the edge. I tried to break our embrace to warn him, but he was completely oblivious, holding me tighter and continuing to battle with his tongue. I gave in and unleashed the flood of my sperm, spraying it all along our bellies and cocks going completely stiff in the process and losing myself in the pleasure. Drake grunted and ground his cock hard against my belly, moving easier now in the pool of semen. He clutched me even tighter as he reached orgasm. He moaned loudly, and I felt his spray shoot far up our chests. The pulsing of his cock against me started to awaken my own cock that had started to fade away. "Ahh...Alex..." Then he softly kissed me on the lips. "We should get cleaned up," he suggested. "Yeah," I answered, chuckling. He grabbed some tissues from his nightstand and we collected our spunk and tossed the wet paper into the wastebasket. Then we finished undressing and he welcomed me into his strong warm arms in his bed. Our naked bodies clutched each other all night long as we slept. * * * "Good morning, sexy," Drake whispered as I opened my eyes. The room was a lot lighter than the night before with light streaming in through the window above the bed. "Hi," I grinned. He was smiling too, and I drew him down to me to kiss him lightly. "Let's take a shower," he suggested. "Oh, do we have to get up?" I asked. "Can't we just spend the day in bed?" "And make my parents very suspicious? I don't think so," Drake answered. I nodded. "Let's shower." The bathroom was just off his room, and I followed his trim naked figure inside. I enjoyed watching the smooth, firm globes of his white ass pump back and forth as he walked. I let my hand cup the right one as he started the water for our shower. We got inside and closed the curtain. He turned his back to the water, and for the first time I could enjoy the full sight of his beautiful, naked form. He let his mused hair get plastered down by the water, and then the water started dribbling down his chest and the rest of his body. I grabbed the soap and started running my hands over his pecs, and the light dusting of hair. "These are so cute," I commented, tweaking each of his nipples. Drake gave a hearty chuckle. "What about this?" he asked, grabbing his cock. "Oh, that's cute too," I assured him. In the full light, I could now confirm that he had quite a thick cock, but it was also short like him. Yet I hadn't lied. It was indeed very cute, and soon I was running my soapy hands over it and his pubic hair. This caused him to start to grow, and I encouraged this until he had reached full length. "Turn around," I directed. I washed the soap out of his crotch and then had him turn around again. "This needs some more work," I explained as I got on my knees. I took his hardness in my mouth and slowly began to suck up and down its length. My own dick started getting hard as I sucked him. I let my hand fall to my crotch and start stroking it until it, too, was completely erect. While I started slowly stroking myself, I licked each of his hairless balls. Then I licked the spot behind his balls, applying some pressure with my tongue before returning to his cock. With my other hand, I gripped his ass and pulled him closer. I wanted to take all of him into me, but for now his cock would have to do. With relish, I dove into driving up and down on his cock with my mouth. Soon he was getting into it as well, pumping his hips in rhythm. My hand on my cock was driving at a furious pace, and I could feel my orgasm about to hit. Suddenly he welcomed me with a mouthful of hot cum. Swallowing this fluid so excited me that I started coming too. My semen spattered his legs and the floor of the tub. When we finished, I looked up at Drake and gave him a weak smile. He knelt down in front of me and put his arms around me. His mouth found mine and we shared a long, open mouthed kiss. I'm sure he could taste his own semen in me. After we parted, I looked in his clear blue eyes and realized that I was falling in love. The End Author's Note: Since my future on the net is uncertain at this point, I'm going to leave Alex as he is: in love. I've enjoyed writing these stories, and hope that maybe in the future I'll gain net access again and write more. For now though, this is an end. To all of you who have written and told me how much you liked my stories, thank you again. I hope this one meets with your approval as well. Mitchell Knight 12-17-94 ------------------------------------------------------------------------- To find out more about the anon service, send mail to help@anon.penet.fi. 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