Date: Thu, 18 Jul 2002 12:52:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: k d <dk2891@yahoo.com>
Subject: Grayson High part 4

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fourth story of this series about Grayson High School.
 In this installment you'll find that Charles and Dean
return from previous portions of the story.  I hope
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Charles and Dean

	Dean rose out of his car and made his way over to his
friend Catherine's house.  Catherine and Dean were
debate partners at school, so they usually got
together every so often on the weekends to work on
their evidence or their speeches.  They got along very
well, so it was usually fun to spend some time with
her, even if it was only to cut out evidence for a
debate the next day.

	As he had approached the driveway, he noticed that
her car was missing though.  Occasionally she'd get
called in to work or something, and would forget to
call him to cancel their plans.  He shook his head and
grinned, she was one of the smartest girls in her
grade, but she was very absent-minded.

	He quickly stepped onto the deck and rapped on the
door a few times.  After a few minutes Catherine's
younger brother, Charles, opened up the door.  He was
a freshman in high school, but he was fairly tall for
his age.  He stood about 5'10'' or so and had a fairly
lean build.  His hair was damp, probably from a
shower, and he was wearing a pair of shorts along with
an oversized blue t-shirt.

	He nodded at Dean, "Hey, man.  Did Catherine call
you?"

	Dean laughed, "Nope, I guess that means she went to
work?"

	Surprising Dean, Charles shook his head 'no'.  "Well,
she did go in to work.  But she went in earlier and
should be back in about an hour.  She said that if you
showed up at the regular time that you could just wait
around.  But whatever you want is cool".

	Dean chuckled at the thought.  Apparently she even
planned for when she forgot to tell people when she
was going to be away.  "That's fine.  We can just hang
out and watch TV or something until she gets back".
Charles nodded and let him inside.

	Charles watched Dean from behind as he made his way
down the hall.  He was dressed fairly nicely, so he
figured that he and his sister must have had plans
after they were through working.  He wore blue dress
shirt, which stretched divinely across his back.  The
long sleeves were rolled up neatly, just above his
elbows and his dark pants fit him beautifully...
fitting snugly, but not tightly, on his firm ass.

	"Did you and my sister have plans tonight?"
	"Yeah, actually we were going to go catch dinner
afterwards.  How did you know?"

	"Oh, well you're just dressed nice for debate
practice.  It looks good on you though".  Dean paused
for just a moment before continuing on into the
kitchen.  He kicked his shoes off and went into the
living room.  Charles had heard the rumors around
school, and he was willing to test them out.  Dean had
always seemed 'gay' to him, even though he was a
pretty masculine guy.

	Dean threw himself down on the couch and Charles sat
down next to him.  They turned on the TV and flipped
through the channels.  There wasn't really too much
on, but they did come across the Red Sox and Yankees
game on FOX, so Charles left it there.  He waited and
waited for an opportunity to put a move on Dean, but
nothing seemed to be presenting itself.  Apparently he
wasn't interested at the moment.  So, he decided that
he'd just do it himself.

	"Hey Dean", he paused, "I have a question for you."

	Dean looked over at him, slightly puzzled, "What?"

	"I've heard some rumors at school..."

	Dean interrupted him, he looked somewhat worried,
"Dude, don't believe everything you hear".

	Charles grinned, "Are you saying it's not true?"

	Dean stammered, "Well, um.  I don't think, well...
Can't we just drop it?"

	Charles whispered into his ear, "Only if I can -grab-
something else".  He reached his right hand down and
began to slip it under Dean's slacks.

	"Hold on!  What the hell are you doing?"  He pushed
Charles' invading hand away.

	"Oh come on.  I know you're gay, I've had ideas about
it ever since you started hanging out with my sister."

	Dean seemed shocked, "It doesn't matter!  You're a
freshman, I'm a senior.  Technically this is illegal!"

	Charles smiled, infinitely confident, "If it makes
you feel any better, they held me back in second
grade, so I'm a year older than other freshmen.  Plus,
what does it matter if nobody knows about it?"

	Dean paused, mulling it over, but Charles already
knew he had him.  He didn't have a problem with the
fact that he was a cock slut, and he knew he wanted
this dude, so he was going to have him.  Tentatively
Charles tried the same maneuver, only meeting token
resistance from Dean.

	"Dude, I don't know about this..."

	Charles ignored him and pushed his hand all the way
in to his pants.  As he massaged Dean's soft cock with
his right hand, he deftly unbuttoned and unzipped his
slacks.  He pushed them down slightly, along with his
boxers.  Grinning at the lack of Dean's resistance, he
began to stroke the blonde's swelling cock.

	Dean groaned and started unbuttoning his shirt,
leaving it open over his smooth chest.  Charles left
Dean's dick, and moved to his exposed chest.  He
pulled the two halves of the shirt further apart and
began to suck on his left nipple.  He trailed his
tongue along the edge of the pink circle, before
finally closing his mouth around it and sucking
gingerly.  Dean sighed and brought his hand up to the
back of Charles' head, lightly holding him in place.
He obediently kept his face in the same place, licking
and biting lightly on the sensitive bud, before
finally hovering to the other side and giving the
right side the same treatment.

	He trailed down Dean's chest and stomach before
finally reaching his dark blonde pubes and tall
seven-inch prick.  He tenderly wrapped his hand around
the base of Dean's leaning tower, before kissing the
drop of precum away from the head.  Dean groaned
slightly.

	"Dude, don't suck it yet...  Get undressed, I want you
at the same time".

	Charles didn't bother trying to hide his excitement;
that was more than he had expected.  He stripped off
his clothes in an instant as Dean laid down on the
floor.  Charles' six-inch cock was quite slick from
the experience he was having, and stood proudly from a
dark nest of hair at his crotch.  He lay down next to
Dean and, lying on their sides, took each other in
their mouths.

	Dean instantly gasped as Charles' tight lips gripped
his shaft and he started sucking hard.  Dean
retaliated in kind, and buried his face down to the
root of the younger boy's cock.  He felt his scratchy
pubes rubbing against his chin.  He pulled back
quickly, only to find that Charles' quickly slammed
back into his mouth.  Fuck, he thought, this dude
wants off fast.  So, fast it was.  This was no
beautiful love making session, the two boys thrashed
around on the ground, eagerly sucking each other's
cocks.  He wasn't sure how much experience Charles'
had previously, but he was certainly no newcomer.  He
knew where Dean was sensitive and focused on those
areas as he sucked voraciously.

	Charles, hoping the action might proceed from just
sucking, reached one of his hands behind Dean and
poked his finger into his ass.  He heard Dean grunt,
so he took that as a sign to keep going.  He slowly
pressed his finger deeper into Dean's loose hole,
before finally thrusting it in and out a few times.

	Dean quickly let Charles' cock fall out of his mouth
to yelp, "I'm coming, man!"

	Charles felt Dean's mouth return to his cock and
begin sucking furiously again, bringing him even
closer to the edge.  Charles then felt his partner's
ass clamp down around this fucking finger and then
felt the seven-inch prick spew it's hot seed into his
throat.  He swallowed the bittersweet treat as it
came, taking it all.  He concentrated on prolonging
his pleasure as long as possible.  He held his orgasm
until the pleasure of Dean's soft lips and tongue
became too much.  He grunted loudly and thrust into
his partner's mouth, pouring his cum into Dean's
throat.  Dean managed to take his entire load as well.

	Dean, panting, slid up against the foot of the couch.
 "Fuck, you're hot."

	Charles smiled, "We don't have to finish yet, you
know...  She won't be here for another 30 minutes or
so."  Seeing Dean grin, he turned over into his lap
again.  He slipped his mouth over the sensitive,
deflating cock again.  He sucked quickly and avidly,
bringing Dean back to his full length again.  He
pulled off and looked up at Dean slyly,  "Want to
fuck?"

	"Hell yeah!"  The two men got on the couch and
Charles lifted his legs into the air, encouraging Dean
to get under them.  "Do you need to loosen up?"

	Charles shook his head, "I'm ready when you are,
stud".  He grinned at Dean when he said "stud".

	Dean closed his eyes tightly as he pushed his length
into the young man's ass.  Charles grunted in a
mixture of pain and pleasure as the plump head of his
friend's cock rubbed against his prostate.  "Go on, do
it dude!"

	Dean grinned and pulled back out, quickly jamming it
back in.  He watched as his glistening cock drove in
and out of Charles' hungry ass.  The pain was all but
gone for Charles who moaned and shouted out
encouragements every time Dean's cock struck home.  He
felt the older boy's dark golden pubes rub against his
ass every time he impaled him.  His heavy balls
slapped against Charles' darker, Hispanic skin.

	"Fuck, yeah!" Dean exclaimed.  "Do you like my cock
inside you?"

	Charles grunted, and slammed his hips back against
Dean from emphasis, "Yeah.  Fuck me deep Dean..."

	Perspiration began to show on the bodies of both
boys.  Dean's muscular chest glistened with sweat as
it flexed, driving into him.  His short, spiked hair
was beginning to mat down as well.  Darker circles of
sweat appeared on the dark blue shirt under the arms.
He still had failed to shed the shirt and it hung
loosely on his shoulders and arms as it waved in the
movement of his thrusting.
	Charles moaned, "Fuck, this is hot.  I love your big
dick!"

	Dean had never been spoken to dirty like this before,
but it turned him on more.  As he continued to pile
drive the boy for a several more minutes, he felt his
second orgasm becoming more imminent.  "Charles, I'm
about to blow!"

	"Yeah", grunted Charles.  While he was loving this
action, he was eager to fuck Dean's ass as well.  He
started working his ass muscles around Dean's raging
hard on, hoping to bring him off that much faster.

	It worked.  Dean felt the tight muscles squeeze
around his cock and that was it.  He jammed his dick
in, down to the pubes and let himself go.  Several
thick streams of cum emptied into Charles' ass as Dean
groaned in ecstacy.

	Dean let himself relax and subside for a few moments,
before finally extricating him from Charles' ass.
"That was great dude..." He looked down at Charles, who
appeared to be painfully hard.  "Sit up."

	Charles grinned and sat up on the couch.  Dean
stepped back, stripping the sweaty shirt from his
shoulders, and then climbed onto the couch, lowering
himself onto Charles' erection.

	The dripping cock was lubed up enough, naturally so
Dean had no trouble impaling himself upon it.  He
groaned as the smaller cock filled him up.  Charles,
loved the feeling.  He rode up and down the young
stud's pole, bringing him to the edge and then slowing
down to prolong it.  Charles felt himself getting
close again after only about five minutes of the
action.  He noticed that Dean had his third hard-on of
the day.

	"Dean", he panted, "you're fucking hard again!"

	Dean grinned, but he was getting too tired.  His legs
were getting sore from riding his cock, so he pulled
off of him.  Charles looked surprised as Dean got off
of his cock, but smiled as Dean laid down on the couch
with his legs up in the air, inviting him.  Charles
laughed, "Tired?"

	Dean grinned as Charles lined up his six-inch cock
with his ass.  "Come on man, give it to me."

	The young man did as he was told and thrust all the
way into him in one smooth motion.  He gripped Dean's
sweat slicked side as he drove in and out of him.
Dean grunted loudly every time the young Hispanic
thrust into him.  His head was sitting uncomfortably
on the arm rest so he quickly reached back and put a
pillow under his head as Charles rammed his cock home.

	Both boys were slick with sweat at this point, but
the action was almost over.  Charles was getting
closer and closer to his second climax.  Charles threw
his head back in ecstasy as he started thrusting into
Dean more urgently.  He moaned, "Oh fuck Dean... gah...
here it comes!"

	He buried his cock deep into Dean and let his load
loose.  It was his second load of the day, but it was
much larger than the first.  As he cooled down after
the workout, he noticed that Dean was still hard, so
he wrapped his fist around Dean's thick meat and began
to stroke it urgently.

	Dean groaned, "Shit.  It won't take too long this
time.  Bring me off, please".

	Charles, still bathing in his post-orgasmic pleasure
increased his hand movements and then brought up a
second hand to massage Dean's sweaty nut sack.  Dean
groaned, as Charles felt him contract and his dick
spewed several thick ropes of cum onto his chest,
stomach, and pubes.

	The younger boy laughed, "Damn, three loads in about
an hour?  You're a god!"  He moved up to his chest and
helped Dean clean up a bit, licking the strands of cum
up from his slick chest.

	Dean looked over to the clock and realized that
Catherine should be home in about 10 minutes.  He
groaned, annoyed, "Well, dude.  I need to get cleaned
up..."  He glanced down at his sweaty shirt on the
ground and laughed, "I guess I need to go home and
then come back".

	Charles kissed him on the cheek, "I wish it could
last for longer".

	Dean smiled and stood, "So do I, so do I."  He put
his clothes back on and gazed down at the beautiful
boy below him.  He knew that Charles was probably a
slut, but he didn't care, that was the best sex he'd
ever had.  Charles stood up and stretched as he
watched Dean pull his underwear back up over his
oversexed cock.

	"I'll see you again in a bit, and hopefully some
other times too".  Charles grinned and trotted off to
his room, as Dean buttoned his shirt up, grinned, and
took off.

End Part 4

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