Date: Mon, 11 Jul 2016 07:03:28 -0700
From: Marcus Wolf <golemwriter@gmail.com>
Subject: Prom Sucks - 1

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Emmet sat at the table staring down at his punch.  His prom date was still
over in the corner gossiping with her friends.  She spent most of the night
with them, laughing and pointing at others.  Very little time with Emmet.
Just enough that everyone knew she was with the quarterback and to secure
her social standing.  With the exception of two slow dances, she showed
little interest in his happiness for the night.

Though he was bored, Emmet didn't seem to mind much.  His girlfriend of two
years was mostly obligation at this point.  Who else should the school's
quarterback date but the head cheerleader.  Lately, he seemed to feel his
happy, have it all life, was nothing more than a cliché' or worse an
outright lie.

"Hey big guy!" I said sitting across from Emmet.  He looked up barely
cracking a smile, "Hey."  "So, why aren't you out there owning this
shindig?"  Emmet's head motioned over to Lindsey.  "I guess I haven't been
summoned yet" he said dejected.  "Ah, Queen Lindsey.  I get it.  Still slave
to the 'honey taco' hey?"  Emmet perked up laughing at my knack of saying
things straight forward.  "Yeah.  I guess being miserable is the price a guy
pays for getting his dick wet."  I took a drink from my punch cup.  "Man, if
having a girl causes this much misery, give me 'rosy palm' any day."  Emmet
laughed again.  "Here dude.  You need this more than I do" I said switching
cups.  Emmet took a sip wincing.  "Fuck, is this straight vodka?"  "Pretty
much.  I added a splash of red dye to make it look like it's from the punch
table."  Emmet took a couple of big gulps.  "Thanks.  This should make the
night a bit easier."

I looked at Emmet feeling bad for my friend.  We grew up together as
neighbors going to the same schools since first grade.  We weren't best
friends, but definitely friends and I cared he was feeling so low.  "So, big
plans for the two of you after prom?" I asked.  Emmet took another gulp of
red vodka.  "Nope!" he said forcefully.  "She's getting up early to visit
the university tomorrow.  Her dad wants her home by 11 pm."  "Well that
sucks!" I said raising my cup in salute.  Emmet raised his cup taking
another hefty drink.  When he set the cup on the table, I was gone.  A few
seconds later, he felt a familiar hand pulling his zipper down.  I figured
out I liked boy's from an early age.  Shortly after moving next door, while
playing doctor, Emmet found out how much I liked boys.  I was surprise he
didn't get freaked out and we've been fooling around ever since.

"Dude, you can't do that here" Emmet whispered.  I pulled my head from under
the table cloth.  "Hey, I don't want you feeling sad on prom night.  If that
bitch isn't going to make sure you're happy, then I am."  And I pulled the
cloth down making me disappear.  Emmet grabbed his vodka and slid down in
his chair.  He wasn't going to argue thinking one of my suck jobs might be
just the thing right about now.  Emmet felt excited as I wrapped my hand
around his power-tool and snaked it through the open fly.  His manhood was
impressive.  Six inches of thick warm flesh and growing as I breathed my hot
alcoholic breath on it.  Emmet drank from his cup anxious to feel my tongue
glide up and down his shaft tasting my impending meal.  Not wasting any
time, I swallowed his friend's massive fuck-stick forcing the hard nine
inches down my throat.  It had been a long time since I had the opportunity
to taste my high school buddy and I didn't want to miss one minute of his
beast in my mouth.  The warmth of his thick meat stick was both erotic and
comforting.  I realized how much I missed my friend and his massive manhood.
The soft warmness of my throat massaging Emmet's cock brought back good
memories for the football jock.  We used to have a very easy going and
uncomplicated friendship.  While in middle school, we would hang out almost
daily.  Shooting hoops, playing video games and roughhousing which usually
ended up with Emmet's shorts off and my face planted between his legs.

During the summer of our fourteenth year, we had a sleepover.  We'd been
having sleepovers for years, but this night was going to change everything.
We were in Emmet's basement bedroom watching a late night movie.  Towards
the end, we decided to get into bed to watch the rest and I stripped naked.
Emmet hadn't really seen me completely naked before.  At the time, I was
lean but not skinny and my skin was lightly bronzed from shirtless summers
except for the creamy white middle shielded by my running shorts.  They were
my favorite apparel for summer, cut high up the leg and loosely fitting for
easy access.  The white and tan contrast made my firm round bubble butt even
more prominent.  Emmet couldn't seem to take his eyes off my white globes.
Without saying a word, he followed my lead and stripping naked as well.
Even at fourteen, Emmet was an athletic form to be worshiped.  His naturally
broad chest and strong arms were a hint of the muscular body his later years
would produce. Emmet's young six inch uncut cock, though not the thick
monster he has today, would swing freely between his legs and always kept my
gaze.

Emmet laid on top of his bed waiting for me to slide up between his legs as
usual.  But instead, I laid next to Emmet rolling onto my side with my butt
facing him.  Emmet was intrigued and slid his hand across my back.  My skin
was soft and silky to his touch.  He moved his hand lower and lower until he
was able to caress my firm white butt cheeks.  Emmet's touch sent shivers
across my body.  The smooth feel of my ass made his dick so hard it ached.
I used a hand to pull my butt cheek showing Emmet my small pink pucker.  "I
think you're going to like this even better than my mouth" I said pushing my
ass towards Emmet's hard power tool.  Emmet was hesitant at first.  He was
familiar with the concept of butt fucking, but never thought it would be
something he would do.  Yet, as his finger touched my all too sensitive boy
button, I squirmed with desire and his cock bounced with instinctual need.
"Your asshole is wet" Emmet said a bit surprised.  "I coated it with some
Vaseline from your bathroom" I said.  "It's supposed to make your dick slide
in easier."  "You've never done this before?" Emmet asked concerned.  "Nope,
you get to be the one to pop my cherry" I said winking at him.

I was still holding my cheeks apart exposing my virgin hole.  "Come on dude"
I said.  "Stick your cock up my butt."  Emmet quit thinking and positioned
his throbbing purple head at my tight ring.  As his cock touched my wanting
pucker, an electric wave came over me washing erotic desire through my body
and back through Emmet's hard dick.  He shuddered briefly wanted more than
ever to feel the inside of my tight little ass.  He pushed his cock head
pass my protective sphincter causing a wave of pain forcing me to cry out.
Emmet pulled out quickly saying "Oh Jesus.  What did I do wrong!"  I turned
trying not to show pain.  "Dude, you didn't do anything wrong.  But this is
my first time, so we need to go slow.  Just push your cock in a little at a
time, OK?"  "Sure, yeah.  I'm sorry."  I pulled my butt open once again
saying "Alright stud.  Get your dick in my ass, but take it slow with that
monster."  Emmet pulled his foreskin back allowing him to place the dripping
glans on his target.  He pushed the broad purple mushroom into my tight
hole.  As the large head slipped past my tight ring, I placed my hand to his
thigh letting him know to hold.  I winced at the pain thinking maybe this
wasn't a good idea after all.  But wanting Emmet deep inside me, feeling his
body next to mine, this had been my dream now for months.  A little pain was
not going to deter me from having my friend's most intimate organ touching
my very soul.  Once my hole adjusted to having Emmet inside, I moved my hand
to his muscular butt.  I pulled his ass towards me letting him know to push
his boyhood deeper into my fuck chute.  With my encouragement, he slowly
pushed his hard shaft fighting the desperate urge to shove his cock all the
way to the hilt.  After a few minutes, all six inches of Emmet's fuck pole
was buried deep into my ass.  I felt full and content as his member throbbed
and jumped in my gut.  Emmet laid there slowly grinding his hips against my
firm round butt trying to get every possible millimeter of his pecker into
the warm, wet, tightness.

"Ah fuck dude.  This is the best thing I've ever felt in my life!"  "I
thought you would like it" I said in a low moaning voice.  "How does it feel
for you?" Emmet asked.  "I can't explain how good you feel inside me.  I
wish you could stay in me forever."  It was then Emmet really understood the
difference between us.  Having his dick sucked and now having his first fuck
was all about sexual pleasure for him.  For me, there was sexual pleasure
but also an emotional aspect that wasn't there for Emmet.  "Fuck me" I
whispered wanting more than ever to feel my friend sliding in and out of my
tight warm boy hole.  Emmet pulled out slowly sending tiny electric shocks
across his dick.  He moaned as the feeling consumed him with erotic desire.
As the head of his cock reach my tight ring, he pushed slowly back in
feeling the smooth walls of fuck tunnel stimulate his giant boy rod inch by
inch.  "Harder, faster, Emmet.  I want to feel you hammer my hole.  I want
to feel you balls slapping against my ass.  I want to feel you cum inside
me."

Emmet no longer worried about hurting me with his 'fun stick' as he came to
call it.  He rolled me on to my stomach and laid on top with his hands
around my shoulders.  With his knees between my legs, Emmet fucked my virgin
hole without reservation.  The feelings of sexual pleasure stimulating his
iron hard cock were addictive.  In just a few minutes, Emmet yelled out
"Fucking hell!" and blasted a load of boy cream up tight hole pushing his
shaft as deep as he could into my gut.  The organism was by far the most
intense he ever had.  As the climax withered, Emmet began thrusting again.
Slower and more gently but with determination.  His 'fun stick' was still
rock hard and he wanted to continue to enjoy the warmth of my tight hole for
much longer.  As only a young teen boy can, Emmet shot another load up butt
just a few minutes after his first.  Now, a bit more exhausted, he rolled
the two of us back onto our sides.  Emmet spooned me while slowing thrusting
his 'fun stick' in and out of my sore fuck hole.  Even with the increasing
pain, the joy of Emmet's boyhood filling me, touching me from the inside,
was all consuming.  "Oh yeah, Emmet.  Fuck me all night buddy" I said
stroking my own hard four inch snake.  There was already a round wet spot
where I had let loose during Emmet's first organism.  The power and feeling
of his climax made me shoot without ever touching myself.  I knew right then
getting butt fucked was something I was born for.  Now we were just enjoying
the sexual feelings of being together with no urgent need to cum.  After
about a half an hour of slow thrusting, Emmet shoved his beef steak deep
into my wanting sex hole.  He grabbed me around my chest pulling me into him
as he pushed his cock hard up my ass.  His teen balls bounced as they
unloaded another hefty amount of cream into me.

The multiple loads of cum were now dripping out of my well loosened hole.
Emmet saw the white pooling around his shaft.  He was done and started to
pull out of my angel chute.  I grabbed his hand still holding my chest.
"Just stay in a bit longer" I asked.  "Until you get soft."  Emmet laughed,
"Dude, how can I get soft.  Your ass is the most amazing thing I've ever
felt.  My dick will never get soft."  That night started frequent fuck
sessions between our usual blowjobs.  At sixteen, Emmet had a girlfriend and
began enjoying the candy snatch of the opposite sex.  And being straight, he
felt he should be with a girl and not his gay boyhood friend.  Our fuck
sessions slowed to a stop and the blowjobs were more and more infrequent.
At eighteen, we had become more acquaintances than friends.  But as I worked
my magic on Emmet's thick long tool, he remembered how good my mouth felt
and how much he missed it.  But it wasn't just the BJs.  He forgot how easy
it was to hang out with a guy shooting hoops and talking shit one minute and
then have him sucking your cock the next.

"Hey, are you going to sit there all night?  I'm ready to leave!" a voice
rang out bringing Emmet back to the Prom.  He opened his eyes to see Lindsey
staring down at him.  His crotch was covered by the table cloth hiding my
cock sucking from prying eyes.  "What are you talking about?" Emmet said.
"You've been ignoring me all night hanging over there with your entourage.
And now you want me to jump at your command?"  Emmet waved his cup at her.
"I'll take you home, but I'm going to finish my punch first.  Why don't you
go bitch about me to your friends while you wait."  "God, you can be such an
ass sometimes" Lindsey said.  "And don't expect anything on the way home
either."  She stormed off toward the restrooms waving her friends to
accompany her.  Emmet reached under the table grabbing the back of my head.
"Dude, you need to hurry up.  I've got to go."  Emmet pulled my head down
shoving his girth deep down my throat.  I was an expert when it came to
Emmet.  And even though his impressive boyhood had grown to an even more
impressive manhood, I could still work magic on his sex tool.  I throated
his long hard salami teasing his balls until they jumped from my hand ready
to explode.  "Ah, shit yeah" Emmet said pulling my face into this groin.  He
held my head tight as he sprayed the back of my throat with thick hot jism.
The guy's climax seemed to last forever as I gulped thick hot cum over and
over again.  Finally, Emmet released his grip scrambling to get his hard
dick back into this pants.  I snuck to the other side of the table and
emerged stealth-fully like nothing happened.  "Well, at least you won't have
blue balls after tonight" I said saluting Emmet with my cup.  "Doesn't sound
like Lindsey will be putting out anytime soon."  "Yeah, what a bitch."
Emmet stood up with a very noticeable bulge in his tux pants.  He starting
to walk away then turned saying "Hey, thanks man.  I forgot how much of a
friend you are."  He smiled then winked saying "And how fucking good you
are.  I think we should hangout more often."  I smiled back saying "I'd like
that.  I've really missed hanging with you" using a finger to catch a drop
of cum from the side of my mouth.  "I can see" Emmet said laughing.  "Why
don't you drop by later.  I'll leave the basement door open for you."  My
face shamelessly lite up.  "Sure.  Maybe prom night won't suck after all" I
said.  "Oh, it will suck" Emmet said smirking while walking towards the
restrooms.