Date: Thu, 1 Jul 2010 23:32:20 -0400
From: Ephraim Johnson <ephraim.johnson@gmail.com>
Subject: Kyle and Skylar - Part 2 of 2

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resemblance to any person, living or dead, is intended.

This is a fantasy, where anything can happen. In real life, PLEASE
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Enjoy, fellas!

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For Part 1 of this story, please see: /nifty/gay/highschool/kyle-and-skylar

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...CONTINUED FROM PART 1

The two boys were running, hand-in-hand, with Skylar in the front,
almost dragging Kyle he was so excited. They burst through the door
that lead from the weight room into the locker room, passing coach
Vancey Zollicoffer's office on the way. Luckily, he'd already left for
the day, so the two were alone to enjoy their heady teenage boy-sex
without intrusion.

The two were caught up in the rush of the moment, grinning and
giggling. The anticipation of what was about to happen was almost too
much for Kyle to bear; he felt like he was about to explode.

"I can't believe I'm doing this with the sexiest guy in all of
Henryville," Kyle said.

"I can't believe I'm doing this with the sexiest guy in all of Zebulon
County. Hell, maybe in the whole state of East Carolina," Skylar
replied, returning the complement.

The two abruptly stopped next to one of the wooden benches that ran in
front of the lockers. Hearts pounding, breath raspy, they turned to
face each other.

"So, you're turned on by guys' muscles?" asked Skylar with a devilish
glint in his eye, and a cheeky grin on his face. "I think I can help
you out."

He crossed his arms in front of him, and hooked his thumbs underneath
the hem of his white T-shirt; then, in one fluid movement, pulled it
over his head. Kyle stole a peek at his armpits as he did so. They
were covered in the same beautiful blonde hair as his head, and the
hair was damp with drops of sweat.

Kyle's breath caught in his throat as he beheld the young god before
him. His body was perfect, from his shoulder-length straight blonde
hair and sparkling blue eyes, down to his sexy feet.

Skylar was absolutely shredded. His torso was packed with muscle like
the diagram in an anatomy textbook. His wide neck lead down to his
heaping traps, which reminded Kyle of the epaulettes the military used
to wear. His delts were the size of bowling balls, and his arms
screamed sex and power. His biceps were still pumped from the workout
they'd just received, and his triceps bulged off the sides and back
like cast iron horseshoes. Veins crisscrossed everywhere, which made
Kyle's cock stiffen even more in his pants.

His pecs jutted out proudly like twin concrete slabs, with the valley
between them at least an inch deep - amazing for a 15-year-old. A
faint band of blonde hair circled each of the nipples, which were
pushed down at a 45-degree angle by the sheer amount of muscle the kid
had on his chest. More veins ran over his pecs, up onto his traps, and
down onto his eight-pack washboard abs.

As Skylar breathed, his abs alternately contracted and relaxed, and
Kyle thought he'd have an orgasm right there in his pants. Veins ran
over the rippling muscle, disappearing down into the hem of the gym
shorts.

Sky's well-developed lats gave his upper body a very defined V-shape,
which served to further increased his sexiness, and made Kyle
salivate.

His lower-body was as well exercised as the upper. His teardrop quads
were packed with so much muscle, they caused his cock and balls to be
pushed forward. His calves, perfect diamonds of solid rock, were so
big, their muscularity and vascularity was visible from the front, as
they stood out on either side of his legs.

As Kyle's eyes tried to comprehend the sight before him, his body
finally reminded him to breathe. As he did so, Skylar spoke.

"Seems you like what you see." A big smile was plastered across his
handsome face.

"Oh-h my fucking GOD yes!" Kyle replied.

"Well, I want to see you as bad as you want to see me," said Skylar.
"Strip, hottie!"

Kyle mindlessly obeyed, never taking his eyes off the other boy's
jacked body, as he took off everything but his boxers. As he pulled
his jeans down, his cock sprung up and tented his underpants.

Skylar then pulled down his shorts, revealing a white jockstrap with a
sizable bulge in the front.

He turned around to face the lockers. Staring from behind, Kyle
admired the way the straps of the jock framed Sky's ass so perfectly.
Skylar pulled down his jockstrap and set it on the bench next to him,
then opened the metal locker in front of him and started fishing
around for a towel and some soap.

While his friend's back was turned, Kyle seized the opportunity to
pick up the jockstrap and hold it up to his nose. He breathed deeply,
inhaling the intoxicating scent of the sweat only a teenage
muscle-stud can produce. Sweat pumped out by bulging muscles as
they're pushed to the max lifting heavy weights. His cock got even
harder in his underpants. Kyle could never remember being so hard in
his life.

He was so absorbed in his reverie, he failed to notice that Skylar had
turned around. He was caught red-handed with his nose in the other
boy's used jock.

"So you think I smell sexy too?" asked Skylar rhetorically. "Come here, babe."

Kyle was momentarily dumbfounded. He was taken aback, quite
pleasantly, at being called 'babe'. It sent a shiver up his spine, and
set his heart to racing even faster. He stepped forward towards his
lover. They were close, with only six inches between their heaving
chests.

Skylar reached out and grasped the hem of Kyle's boxers. "Having fun
yet?" he asked, staring straight into the other boy's eyes, with the
devilish grin back on his face. Without waiting for a reply, he jerked
the underpants out and down. They landed at Kyle's ankles, and he
kicked them aside.

Kyle gently reached out a hand and placed it on Skylar's abs,
marveling at how flat and hard the boy was. His erect dick was
sticking almost straight up, and was pulsing in time with his
heartbeat.

Skylar placed his hands tenderly on Kyle's hips, and pulled him
closer. As their cocks touched, a feeling like a jolt of electricity
shot though Kyle's body. The two boys' heads were slighly bowed, their
foreheads touching, as they stared into each others eyes. Kyle felt
the heat coming off his lover's body, as well as the mixed aromas of
soap and jock sweat. He was in heaven.

"I-I love you," he stammered.

Without warning, Skylar bounced his pecs. The massive slabs of muscle
bulged and rippled at their young master's command. Unable to contain
itself any longer, Kyle's cock started spasming as the waves of the
most powerful orgasm he'd ever had started to wash over him. As it was
happening, Skylar pulled him tight in a close embrace, and kissed him
-- hard. He shoved his tongue down the ejaculating boy's throat,
causing him to moan softly. Kyle's cock continued shooting thick ropes
of cum up and onto their chests and abs.

As his orgasm subsided, Skylar pulled back from the kiss, and the two
boys smiled at each other.

"Enjoy that?" asked Skylar, grinning and staring deep into his lover's eyes.

"Kiss me again," begged Kyle.

With that, Skylar reached down and grabbed the other boy's ass, and
hoisted him up in front of him. Kyle circled his arms around Sky's
neck, grasping one wrist with the other, and circled his legs around
the boy's waist, crossing his ankles behind Sky's back. Their cocks
once again were rubbing against each other side-by-side.

Carrying Kyle, Skylar walked over toward the lockers, and backed his
lover gently into them.

"You wish is my command," he said, and kissed the boy deeply. Their
eyes were shut tight in pleasure.

As their tongues fought for supremacy, Kyle ran his hands over
Skylar's hard muscles, lingering especially over the bulging biceps
holding him up. No strain appeared on Sky's face as he willed his
powerful muscles to perform such an incredible task.

After several minutes of making out, Skylar gently let Kyle down. The
two were standing facing each other.

"Okay," he said, "so you like my biceps? Here you go."

With that, he lifted his right arm and flexed. His bicep bulged into a
globe of titanium, splitting into two heads, with a massive peak on
top.

Kyle eagerly ran his hands over it. It was so huge, both his hands
together couldn't encircle it; and it was so hard, he couldn't make
the slightest dent in it no matter how hard he pressed. He forgot to
breathe again.

"You know how I got this monster?" Skylar asked, turning his head and
looking at the bulging muscle approvingly. "I punish it with my heavy
workouts. I force it to lift heavy weights until it's screaming and
begging for mercy, but I ignore its cries. I just force it to keep
pumping. I'm brutal to it."

Kyle was nearing orgasm again as he worshipped the bulging gun before
him. He was enjoying feeling the muscle fibers and veins bulge - the
results of Skylar's cruel workouts.

He looked down at Sky's crotch, at the throbbing 8" uncut cock and the
lemon-sized balls which hung low in their sack, radiating teenage
virility as they proudly jutted out from a forest of trimmed blonde
pubes.

"Seeing how huge your nuts are," he said, "I'm not surprised that
you're man enough to punish your muscles like you do. You're pure sex,
pure man, pure power. Pure muscle-stud."

"And when I'm pumping iron," replied Skylar, "my muscles produce a lot
of sweat. Strong, jock sweat. They don't make a deoderant strong
enough."

With that, he placed his hand gently on the back of Kyle's head, and
guided his nose and lips into the armpit exposed by his still-flexed
right bicep. "I'm a real man, aren't I?" he said.

"Yes," murmured Kyle, obviously in complete bliss. He inhaled deeply,
taking in the pungent scent of the muscle-teen's workout sweat. He
started ravenously licking the pit, tasting the sweat-soaked blonde
hairs.

"Here, watch what a man I am," said Skylar, pulling Kyle's head out of
his pit and then stepping a few feet back, before grabbing his huge,
throbbing cock and jacking it.

Kyle was mesmerized by the sight. His own 7" member was throbbing
painfully as he watched the muscle-stud in front of him jacking off.
Sky's cock was covered in veins which wrapped around it like vines on
a trellis. The head was the size of a plum. As his hand went up and
down its length, he closed his eyes and threw his head back, like a
wild horse.

Suddenly, his calves bulged, lifting his now-rigid body up onto his
toes. His massive dick started pumping out cum everywhere. Kyle was
flabbergasted by the size of the huge load: fifteen thick streams of
teen jock-cum spattered onto the lockers, bench, walls, ceiling, and
floor.

Skylar came down from the high of his orgasm and looked up to admire
the results of his effort coating everything in sight. Opalescent
pearls of jock nectar clung to the surfaces. His lips curled into a
proud smile. "See what a fucking man I am?" he said, looking Kyle
right in the eyes.

"Damn, that was sweet, dude!" the boy replied.

The boys proceeded to take a shower together, where the fun continued,
as Skylar flexed all his muscles while Kyle soaped them up. They
traded blow-jobs, made out some more, then finally shut the steamy
water off and walked out to towel off and get dressed, all the while
giddily talking about what had just transpired.

They pulled their clothes on, then Kyle turned to go. He knew he was
way late for getting back to the classroom where Mr. Stainback was no
doubt fixing to form a search party.

But as he started to turn to leave, Skylar reached his right arm out
and put it behind Kyle's back and pulled him close. Looking deep into
his eyes, he kissed him again - gently, tenderly, caringly.

"One more thing before you go, babe," he said. "I love you too."

Kyle's heart melted right then and there. He then kissed back, with a
fiery passion that burned deep in his soul like magma in the earth.
"Thank you," he replied. "That was the best thing I've ever felt."

"I'm glad I could make my boyfriend happy," replied Skylar, grinning,
as he quickly sprinted out the door before Kyle had time to react to
being called "boyfriend".

Lovestruck, and smiling like the Cheshire Cat, Kyle walked out the
door with a skip in his step. He joyfully bounced his way though the
long corridors of Satterwhite Senior High School, his happy emotions
running around him at a million miles an hour. As he made his way back
to the after-school classroom, brownie bars in hand, he contemplated
all the wonderful roads ahead in his new life as boyfriends with
Skylar. He sighed softly and thought to himself, "Life can be so
beautiful sometimes."


THE END.

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