Date: Thu, 3 Jun 2004 01:16:06 -0700 (PDT)
From: S H <multiplex84@yahoo.com>
Subject: Multiplex Sex - Part 2

[As much as I'd like to say otherwise, this story is
entirely fictitious.  If this offends you or if you are not
of legal age to read this story, then please do not read any
further.  This story contains possibly graphic descriptions
of consensual sex and masturbatory fantasies between males.
None of this is based on any living person and any
similarity to my actual job at a movie theatre is completely
coincidental.  Really, I mean that.]

Chapter 2

I woke up this morning, still thinking about Craig, and
still plenty hard.  Blame it on morning wood if you want,
either way it was something that had to be taken care of.  I
lay on my back in bed, stared at the ceiling, and just
thought about Craig again.  My dick was tenting the sheets
on my bed and I would flex my anal muscles a little bit
every so often to get it to move it up and down.  I don't
know why, but watching my hard dick move the sheets like
that and get taller made me even hornier.  My mind started
to drift away from my tented sheets and back towards Craig.
I started thinking about his cute little bubble butt as he
would walk down the hallways during my first night at work
the night before.  I started to tweak my nipple with my left
hand as my right hand ventured downstairs to the good stuff.
I wrapped my hand around my dick through my boxers and moved
the fabric around a bit around the head.  I was just about
to slip my hand through when.

"Craig, honey, are you up yet?"  My eyes shot open and I
quickly rolled around onto my side and brought my hands up
over the sheets.

"Um, yeah mom, I'm working on it."

"Ok dear, you better hurry it up.  Carpool will be here in
twenty minutes and I don't want you being late again," she
said while closing the door.  I sighed and rolled back on my
back.  As much as my cock needed my attention, I really
didn't need to be late for carpool again.  Besides, it's not
like a raging boner like that is a rarity for me.  Hello,
I'm a teenager.  All it takes is a good stiff breeze.  No
pun intended.

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Later, at school, I ran into some friends during my lunch
period.  I sat down with Greg, David and Shelly, my usual
lunch partners.  A couple of sophomores had joined us, none
of which I knew too well.

Greg and David are so close they're like brothers.  Greg is
kind of short, around five feet four, and really skinny.
He's got curly brown hair and these piercing brown eyes that
just demand your attention.  I've known him for years, ever
since kindergarten, and he's probably the only person I'd
ever tell about my more gay feelings.  Though, not at this
point in time, I'm still not quite ready to face it.  David
is a couple of inches taller, though definitely not skinny,
which is cool.  He's a blast to be around, definitely the
class clown.  His girlfriend Shelly is pretty much always by
his side and it's kind of disgusting.  They're that couple
that you could always find around campus making out in some
disgusting way.  It's starting to get disturbing.

"So, Chad, what's with the khaki pants?  You never wear
those, what gives?" Greg asks after popping open his can of
Pepsi.

"Oh, they're for work later tonight.  All the employees down
at the multiplex have to wear khaki pants and these black
polo shirt things.  I'm just glad we don't have to wear
hairnets or something," I said opening my can of Fresca.
I'm still surprised my preference for Fresca hasn't
triggered anyone's gaydar.

"That's cool I guess.  Any cute girls on the staff there?"
Greg asks all wide-eyed.

"No, not really.  Shannon is there though."

"That gossiping whore?"  You now see I'm not alone in
thinking this.

"Wait, your name is Chad and you work down at the
multiplex?" one of the sophomore boys chimed in.  "My
brother Craig just started working over there too.  Do you
know him?"  My friends will just have to wait while all my
attention shifts to this little runt who happens to be
related to the boy whose body I've been creaming over all
night.

"Uh.yeah, I think so," I said trying to play it cool.
"You're his little brother?"

"Yeah, I'm Brandon," he said.  "Nice to meet you."  This
Brandon kid looked nothing like Craig.  He was short with
blond hair and blue eyes and kind of wiry compared to his
Craig's bulky build.  Though, he still was kind of cute.

"Nice to meet you too," I said.  Lunch continued on as
normal with discussion bouncing around from girls, to
movies, to video games, to music, and eventually back to
girls again.  According to Brandon, Craig went to the junior
college a few miles away and was studying biology.  He
didn't have a girlfriend or anything.  In fact, he's never
had a girlfriend.

While sitting in Spanish class my mind once again drifted
to, you guessed it, Craig.  My cock sprang to life
underneath my baggy khakis and boxers, so I had to shift in
my seat a little bit.  I was sitting in the back row as
usual while each member of the class gave a presentation.  I
had given mine first, so I essentially had another hour or
so to tune out.  I rested my feet up on the empty desk in
front of me positioning my pants just right so my cock would
lie up against my belly and still not show.

I started to rub the head through my pants a little bit,
which felt a lot better then I had expected.  I kept rubbing
the head of my cock and I looked around the classroom to
make sure no one could see what I was doing.  Luckily the
fabric wasn't making a lot of noise and the desk was
covering enough so that someone would actually have to lean
down to see what my hand was doing.

I kept rubbing the head of my cock and started to imagine
Craig changing out of his tight green shirt into his
uniform.  He lifted up his shirt from his waist and slowly
brought it up over his head while slightly leaning to the
side.  I followed his cute little happy trail up his hard
abs to his well-defined pecs.  With his arms above his head
I could get a good look at his armpit hair and the muscles
on his arms.  He sighed and put his arms back down to his
sides and started to undo his belt.  This entire time I
massaged the head of my dick faster and faster through my
pants until I was seconds away from cumming.  Craig undid
his belt and unbuttoned his khakis and slowly undid his
zipper.  I started to breathe harder, closed my eyes, and my
jizz started to shoot out into my boxers.  I breathed in and
in and in and stopped rubbing myself as I could feel my warm
cum on my skin and soaked into my boxers.

When I opened my eyes a second later I found the entire
classroom staring at me in confusion, including my teacher.

"I, um, was about to sneeze," I said as put both of my hands
on the top of my desk.  Some of the girls in the room
chuckled while the closest person sitting nearby started to
scoot his desk away.  "Sorry about that."  The remainder of
class was spent trying to avoid eye contact and hoping the
wet spot on my khakis would be dry enough as to not be
noticed.  When the bell rang I pulled my shirt down a bit
and bolted for the door and to my bike.  It was time for
work and my last night of training.  Not to mention the
beginning of the weekend

[Yeah, I know.  No sex yet.  But I'm getting there.  Next
Chapter to be exact.  Don't loose hope in Chad and Craig
hooking up just yet.  Thanks for all the feedback and I'd
love it if you'd all keep writing me with what you think.
Multiplex84@yahoo.com]