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Date: Sun, 1 Oct 1995 05:57:44 UTC
Subject: Skipping Skool (teen m/m) 1/1
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o
o Oh Wise Master, I wonder who rules Alt.Sex.Stories ?
o Why that is easy, young Grasshopper. It is...
o
o ... M e r c u r y ...
o
o For listen to the Wind. Does it not whisper in your ear,
o "Mercury rulez A.S.S.!" And listen to the babbling brook.
o Does it not babble, "Mercury has the biggest dick of all!"
o You see, Grasshopper. All of Nature is in harmony with
o Mercury, for he is one with the Universe!
o
oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
o
o Carl Gustav Jung
o
o I was twenty-one when I entered the Rauschenbach's home and saw on the
o stair a girl of about fourteen, in pigtails. And like a flash, it was
o clear to me that this was my wife! I was deeply shaken by this, for I
o had only really seen her for a brief instance, but I knew immediately
o and with absolute certainly that she would be my wife.
o
oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
o
o Notes :
o
o 1. I did not write this story and do not know who did.
o 2. If you're a biW/A m/f 18-24 looking for friends, write.
o 3. Don't write asking me to email you stories. Fuck off.
o
Skipping School
"Todd, you better get your ass in gear or we're going
to be late," Matt told his friend as he tried to hurry him
back into the building. "The first bell already rang, and
it's a long way to Mrs. Compton's room. Move it!"
Todd shrugged his shoulders and put one of those "What
the shit!" expressions on his face, but he started hurrying
down the hallway, already emptying of students. The sun was
shining, and this was one of those first "perfect" days of
Spring. Todd thought to himself that he'd rather be
anywhere besides where he was -- headed to Mrs. Compton's
senior English class.
It took some hustling, but the two boys walked through
the door just as the final bell was ringing. "I'm so
pleased you could found it convenient to join us, gentlemen,
take your seats please so we can get started," Mrs. Compton
said in her most-biting, most acerbic tone as the guys
walked in. Todd looked at her, gave her his best "Fuck
you!" look, then thought better of it and changed to his "Go
to Hell!" look. That fat old bitch probably hadn't had a
man touch her in 30 years, and a fucking is probably just
what she wants, he thought to himself as he took his seat.
"Before we begin, Miss Prior in the attendance office
has misplaced the sign-up sheet that tells who will be going
on the bus to tour the Raleigh County Community College
campus today. If you signed up to go on that tour, please
sign this sheet again. And don't get any ideas about going
if your parents didn't sign the permission slip. Mr. Easom
(the counselor/bus driver/flunky) will check each of your
names against the permission slips he has on file as you
board the bus," Mrs. Compton said, just before shoving a
piece of paper in front of the girl on the front row and
launching into a monotonous monologue on the art of
diagramming compound-complex sentences.
Matt was trying to pay attention, when he felt Todd
poking him in the side. He looked down to see a note being
handed to him, and he furtively took it, opened it in his
book and read the simple message. "When the sheet gets here
I'm signing it. I can't ride the bus to RCCC, but I can go
home and shoot hoop. Wanna come?"
The note wasn't signed but it didn't take much effort
to recognize Todd's scrawl or his line of thinking.
Basically, Matt was a "Goody Two Shoes," and he knew he'd
catch major Hell if anybody at home found out he ditched
class. He'd had his 18th birthday a couple of weeks before,
and the only person who seemed to think that he was a man
just like the law said was Todd, and that was only because
he was a few days older, and claimed bragging rights for
himself a little sooner. His parents still treated him like
a kid, and if they found out he skipped class, senior or
not, legal adult or not, there'd be the Devil to pay!
Still, it sounded fun, and it was a gorgeous day. They
might just get away with it....
He was still deep in thought when Todd passed him the
sheet and said "Sign it, or you ain't got a hair on your
balls." Matt realized he had but two choices: do what he
really wanted to do and skip class with his best friend
since 3rd grade, or pass the sheet along unsigned and sit in
a series of incredibly boring classes all day. It didn't
take that much thought, and he soon had scribbled his name
right below his bud's.
Eventually, the sheet had made its way all around the
room, and Larry Brown, the twirp the computer Geeks didn't
even like finally interrupted Mrs. Compton, "What should I
do with this sheet now, Mrs. Compton, ma'am?"
"Let me check it," was the only reply, the old woman's
chalk flying across the worn green surface of the chalkboard
finishing this final display of the diagramming art.
Finished, and obviously proud of herself, she turned, took
the paper, and said, "Resume your seat now Lawrence. Thank
you."
Her beady eyes ran up and down the list, "It's a major
surprise to me, but there are exactly 14 signatures on this
list. I expected to find more, but 14 is the number Miss
Prior furnished. Perhaps you're learning something about
adulthood after all," she commented, a self-satisfied smile
coming on her face, obviously evidencing her belief that
whatever honesty was present in this class was solely the
result of her labors. "Lawrence, it won't be necessary for
me to check this list further. Since you're one of the ones
attending the RCCC tour, you may take the list to Miss
Prior's office and proceed to the bus. The other students
will join you in a few minutes."
Matt couldn't believe his good luck! Obviously, two
people who had signed up earlier had decided to blow the
thing off. And that meant that he and Todd got to skip with
no worry of anyone from school catching them! Finally, the
bell rang, and Mrs. Compton announced, "If you're going to
RCCC, proceed to the bus, otherwise, head to your next class
as usual. Dismissed."
Matt was smiling as he walked out, but Todd was
practically dancing with glee. "Head to the john," was all
he said though.
"I don't have to piss," Matt replied, looking a little
confused.
"Look we can go to the john, wait there till class
starts, then head out the backdoor without anybody noticing,
dumb ass. Just do what I tell you," he growled in a good-
natured way.
When they got to the john, they took stalls at opposite
ends of the row, pretending to take an urgent shit. Only
two other guys were in the bathroom, and they left soon
enough. They sat on the commodes until they heard the tardy
bell ring, then pulled up their pants and headed out into
the hallway. Todd was a real master, checking the hall
carefully before he stepped out into the main hallway, and
motioning Matt to hurry. They went through he auditorium,
across the stage, and out the loading door used to deliver
sets for the drama club's endless productions. This being
the "blind side" of the school it was an easy matter to make
their way to Matt's car, and once they were a couple of
blocks from the school, Matt was breathing easy.
"Look, when you get close to my house, park in the
Safeway lot, and we'll walk the rest of the way. Mrs.
Taylor is real tight with my mom, and if she saw us pull up
during the day on a school day, she'd call for sure," was
his final instruction.
It took less than a minute to get from Safeway to
Todd's house, and after they'd had a coke and caught their
breath, Todd was ready to go. "Come on, let's get some
shorts on and shoot some hoop." Todd was your basic, short
basketball freak, determined to excel at a tall man's game
just to prove he could.
The boys headed down the hall, and Todd began rummaging
in one of the piles of clothes on his floor. These were
neatly folded, so they were obviously clean. It looked like
it had been months since the room had been cleaned, and Matt
was never sure how Todd found anything, but he always did.
In a moment, Todd threw him a pair of gym shorts and asked
if he wanted a shirt or a jock. "Nah, it's a beautiful day,
I'll skip the shirt, and you know I never wear a jock unless
I have to," he told his friend.
"Suit yourself, but I don't see how you do without it,"
Todd said.
Matt glanced in his direction just as Todd got fully
naked and started pulling on the jock, what had to be at
least 5 1/2 or six inches of soft, thick cock meat hanging
down over balls that seemed to droop to his knees. Matt had
never seen his buddy's hard cock naked -- just outlined in
his briefs when they'd wake up in the morning after spending
the night together -- but he knew it was a lot bigger than
his own. "Shit, if my pecker was as big as his, and my
balls swung that low, I'd wear a jock all the time too," he
thought to himself as he finished pulling on the gym shorts.
Matt didn't actually hear it. He just saw the look of
panic on Todd's face and saw him pushing a finger to his
lips in a "shhhh" motion. Todd grabbed their clothes and
threw them under the bed, though Matt doubted that was
necessary, since there was so much shit scattered around,
what was another couple pairs of jeans? Then he heard the
voices, and he knew they were no longer alone.
Todd pushed him into what the houseplans no doubt said
was a closet, but was really nothing more than a junk yard
for Todd's accumulated garbage. It was a tight squeeze but
he'd fit himself in, when he realized his buddy was coming
in too. In just seconds he felt his buddy's body pressed
hard against him, wiggling in, and then he knew when the
light disappeared that Todd had managed to get all the way
in and close the door.
Matt hadn't heard the voices 'til then. "Oh, 'Retta,
I'm sure glad you thought of this. I want you, babe, but I
need you too!" was a man's voice he didn't recognize, but
the giggle that followed clearly belonged to Todd's older
sister, Loretta. She was attending a local college, and
lived on campus, supposedly. Apparently, she still had her
key, and found the Lawson's home a convenient place to fuck.
It was about then that Matt realized with horror that
his dick, wedged tightly against his buddy's butt so that
the upturned shaft lay parallel to, and partially between
Todd's buns, was getting hard. He'd been fighting thoughts
of Todd's hot body when he jacked off for years, constantly
reminding himself that he wasn't "queer." And here he was,
springing a major hardon, right between the cheeks of his
buddy's ass!
Matt sweated, and worried, and willed his dick to go
down. It had started having an effect when he heard the
murmurs and moans coming from 'Retta's room. "Oh, baby,
suck it for me... that's it, take it all the way to the
balls! Oh, 'Retta, that feels so gooood!" 'Retta was a
good looking girl, kind of slutty, and she loved to make a
guy pop a hardon, then walk away. But Matt was more
interested in what it felt like to 'Retta while she was
sucking a big piece of manmeat than in what the guy was
feeling.
As the sounds from the next room moved from sucking
clearly to fucking, Matt gave up his battle with the hardon.
If Todd asked him about it, he could always say the noise
turned him on. But he probably would assume that ahead of
time and just forget it. In the mean time, he could think
about those hot buns he could almost -- but not quite --
feel. Those glorious globes of man flesh, separated from
him by two thin layers of cotton were the real object of his
desire.
"But I've already had my dick in you, 'Retta!" came the
yell from the next room.
There was a mumbled answer, but Matt picked up enough
to understand that Loretta had just told her partner to eat
her pussy or forget the rest of the fuck. That meant he was
going to be licking a cunt where his own dick juices had
already been... almost like sucking himself! Matt's mind
wandered, and he began to wonder what it would be like to
suck and lick on Todd's cock as his buddy plugged his
sister's hot hole. And with that last steamy, "queer"
thought, his dick was as hard and as stiff as it was going
to get. His buddy couldn't miss it now.
Lost in his own sexy daydream, Matt hardly noticed the
first wiggle. But the second and third were more obvious as
Todd inched forward making room between their bodies. "Oh,
shit, he knows I'm hard and he's pissed!" was Matt's only
thought. Boy was he surprised a moment later when Todd
forced his hand into the tiny gap he'd made between their
bodies, and yanked down Matt's shorts and underwear in a
single pull, leaving his hard on flapping against his belly!
But he was more shocked to feel Todd inch his butt back,
taking Matt's pre-cum drenched dick between the cheeks of
his ass like before -- but this time without anything
separating Matt's hard dick from Todd's hot butt!
For a moment, Matt thought he was dreaming, as he felt
his best friend wiggle and work his butt along the shaft of
his dick, moving back and forth, raising up on tip toes,
then back down, jacking Matt's uncut dick between his ass
cheeks. He knew it was reality when he managed to wiggle
his hand around front and cup the base of that long, fat
hardon hidden in the pouch of Todd's jock. And if there had
been any doubt, it disappeared when he heard Todd moan, and
felt him add new vigor to his efforts to fuck his best
buddy's dick up and down his crack. Matt loved the feel of
his hot, swollen cock head rubbing back and forth with
delight between the pliant, velvety cheeks of his best
friends butt. He'd often had wet dreams about Todd fucking
his ass, but he'd never dreamed he'd get a chance to
(almost) fuck his buddy's hot hiney. The awesome feelings
of fucking his best friend's asscrack made Matt uncharac-
teristically loose and wild. He was shocked at his own
actions, but he wormed a hand into the pouch of Todd's jock,
and began to beat the meat he'd so often dreamed about.
The noises were growing louder in 'Retta's room, and it
was a good thing. The two guys' own lovemaking was reaching
a fever pitch, and their own noises couldn't have been
masked by anything except the groans of the other couple's
fucking. Matt knew he was close, and was wondering if he
should come right there, between the cheeks of his buddy's
hot butt, when he felt Todd's huge tool swell, twitch, and
then spasm with wad after wad of hot jizz. Some went into
the jock pouch, some onto Matt's hand, some who knows where.
But the feel of that hot manjuice, and the certain knowledge
that he'd caused it, was more than Matt could take. His own
dick began to spew, and he came so hard his head felt light,
almost like he was about to faint. One, two, three huge
wads of thick, gooey jizz pumped out the end of his dick,
sliming all around Todd's ass crack and cheeks. Without
thinking, he reached around with his other arm, drew his
friend even tighter against himself in a make shift hug, and
whispered in his ear "I love you, Todd. I always have and I
always will."
Somehow, the fact that what they had just done was
completely queer, the fact that each boy's jizz was dripping
off the other's body, the fact that they were holding each
other's cocks with cummy hands or butt cheeks didn't matter.
All that mattered was that both boys had finally gotten what
they'd always wanted.
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