Date: Sat, 01 Mar 2003 01:52:05 +0000
From: T B <sadbedouin@hotmail.com>
Subject: SMALL TOWN SWEETHEARTS, 3

This is a true story (well, with a couple minor embellishments). If you
liked it and want to read episode 4, drop me a line! All correspondence
welcome (no flames). I am especially welcome to e-mail pen-pals and am
looking for e-mail pen-pals from Minnesota a/o South Dakota (but all
correspondence replied to!)

SMALL TOWN SWEETHEARTS, EPISODE 4

	So it seemed Curt and I had found happiness.  Our senior year of
high school was one of the best years of my life.  We became more
inseparable than ever.  Even the other kids at our school noticed, but they
never grasped the depth or real reasons behind it.  We had become lovers,
boyfriends.

	For me, it was true love.  At least I thought.  I had found another
gay boy in my town, I wasn't the only one.  And lucky me, it turned out to
be my best friend.  Someone I had loved the first minute we met.  Curt was
beautiful, kind, fun, and though the sex between us was fantastic, the
intimacy was also out of this world.  It was all I needed.  In light of
what happened at the end of that year, I guess it wasn't enough for him.
Oh, I know he loved me, but not as much as I loved him.  In my more darker
moods, I think he loved the physical act of sex with me more than the
emotional side.  He had also found another gay boy in town....that it
happened to be me was just a small consolation prize.

	As I think about the sex between us, I do remember one afternoon
that we actually had a bout during school! Although it was only on what
could be tenously considered school grounds, it was the most adventurous we
had been up to that point; and there was that intoxicating danger of being
caught.

	Since our hometown was very small, the school served all grades.
Yes, I mean it was a K-12 school.  Consequently, the grades all ate in the
cafeteria in shifts.  Being seniors and the oldest, we ate during the third
(and last) lunch period.  I usually got to the cafe before Curt did, so it
was my job to grab and save our seats.  Well, one day...

	Curt came into the cafe looking all tense and bent of shape about
something.  He sat down next to me and grabbed my crotch under the table.
The Psychology teacher had caught him day-dreaming during lecture.  Curt
had been thinking about our last fuck-fest the previous weekend and had a
raging hard-on.  Teacher sent him out of the room and Curt resisted at
first as he knew the minute he stood up, everyone would see the bulge in
his jeans.  Luckily the bell rang, and Curt was able to hold a book in
front of his throbbing crotch on his way out of the classroom.

	"Let's go over to the football field!" he told me.
	"Why?"
	"I have got a fucking hard-on and if I don't shoot my load soon,
I'll have one all day long.  I have been thinking about your hot mouth and
need it on my dick now! We'll sneak out of the building now and just come
back late to the next hour.  I don't care if we get a detention!"

	I took a final bite of my lunch and thought for a minute.

	"I'll tell you what," I looked at him.  Next hour I work as student
aide in the office.  I have those old ladies that work there wrapped around
my fingers....they all adore me.  I'll just say I have to go to the library
to study for an exam and they won't think twice.  Then I'll forge a pass
for you that you can give to your teacher that says you have to see the
Principal.  That way we can both can sneak out and nobody will notice or
get suspicious."

	"Brilliant," he smiled at me and my heart melted.  I also started
to get a hard-on as I knew I would be pressing flesh with my favorite
person in the world.

	The football field in my hometown was not adjacent to the school,
but actually 3 blocks away.  It even had a press box, situated up a short
ladder.  There was no door on it, so we could just climb up, pass through
the trap-door on the floor and sit on the bench overlooking the field and
have a go.  And that is just what we did.

	"We have to be quick about this," I said.  I was actually starting
to get a little nervous about this.  No one had noticed us leave the
school, but you never know...
	"Well with your hot hands and fantastic lips wrapped around my
dick, it won't take me long to shoot!" Curt laughed.

	I knelt down, unzipped his pants, and pulled them and his briefs
down.  His cock surged up fast and hard.  It knew what was cumming, so to
speak.  I gazed at it...it was so beautiful.  The tip never got dark red,
just a light flushed pink.  The shaft was a very light peachy-flesh color
and curved ever so slightly to the right.  It wasn't thick yet always
seemed to fill my mouth just right..

	I licked lightly at the tip, lapped up a pearl of pre-cum that was
sitting on top.  Curt moaned softly and put his hands on my head, running
his fingers through my hair.  "Oh Tommy," he whispered.

	I made sure my lips were slick with spit and curved my lips over my
teeth.  I opened up and engulfed his cock My mouth slid down over the head
and my tongue gently licked over the shaft the further I went down.  I rose
my mouth up just a little bit and then down further the shaft.  This caused
Curt to moan again, as I knew it would.  Slowly I bobbed up and down some
more.  His meat tasted so delicious that I didn't want to stop.  I licked
and sucked, getting into a rhythm.

	Curt lifted his hips a bit and matched my bobbing....he was fucking
my mouth just as much as I was sucking his cock.  His balls tickled my chin
with every raise of his hips and bob of my head.

	He pumped in and out of my hot moist mouth and I greased his cock
with my wet lips.  He started to pump faster and I knew it wouldn't be too
long.

	As he rasied his hips, I worked a finger under him and aimed for
his asshole.  I carressed around his hole and he whimpered, begging for it
and sweet release.

	"Yes," he sighed and I plunged my finger into his hole.  The sigh
turned into a grunt and then into a wail as he unloaded the day's pent-up
fantasies into my mouth.  I felt his cock swell and then explode into my
mouth as the hot cum rained down my throat.  I couldn't keep up with the
spurts and gave one last slurp and let him flop back onto the bench.

	We smiled at each other, he exhausted and spent.  I was jazzed up,
but knew I would have to wait for my turn.  I didn't wait for long....after
school got out, we went back to my house and had second session, with me
this time having my sweet release.

	TO BE CONCLUDED