Date: Thu, 26 Jul 2001 23:14:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tim Sanders <timmy24601@hotmail.com>
Subject: you're a good man, chad collins

Hey guys, another attempt at writing a story....Here goes

These are other attempts of mine:

Seventh Grade April Fools (in the "gay/young-friends")
Tim and Mike Sanders (in the "gay/highschool")

THIS STORY IS A WORK OF FICTION

This story is dedicated to Chad....All who know him, love him.

DISCLAIMER: Don't read if you don't want to. Don't read if you're not
allowed to. This story is mine, I wrote it. I take no responsibility for
you infringing any of the terms in this disclaimer, it's your own fault.
Now let's just get on with it.

All comments welcome: timmy24601@hotmail.com


YOU'RE A GOOD MAN, CHAD COLLINS

Chad Collins wasn't exactly what you'd call your typical "All American"
boy.  In fact, he was close to the opposite. Instead of football and girls,
he was into theater....and boys.  Although no one was aware of his
homosexuality, many assumed it in response to the "male actor" stereotype.
No one ever got on his case about it, though...He had a lot going for him.
He was one of the hottest guys in his school, he was by far the most
talented actor/singer/dancer to pass thru in years, he had a very
down-to-earth personality, and he was always willing to lend a hand. All in
all, one couldn't speak much bad of Chad.

It was his senior year. He had been cast as the Charlie Brown in the show,
"You're A Good Man, Charlie Brown..." and already had all of his part down
cold, with four weeks left until the show opened.

One night at rehearsal, he was sitting in the front row of the auditorium
watching some other cast members learn the blocking to a scene. He readily
watched them, making mental notes here and there, knowing full well they
would ask his advice of it afterwards.

He was right on target. During the last five minutes of practice, two cast
members asked him what he thought about it. They were Samantha (Lucy), and
Mark (Shermee). Mark, also a senior, was probably the biggest hottie Chad
had ever cast his eyes upon. He was about 6' tall, blonde hair, baby blue
eyes, and a smile that made Chad go wild. In secret, he had been lusting
over Mark since they met in 10th grade, but had always been to chicken to
act upon it. "It's Ok," Chad thought. "We are friends now. At least I have
that."

"So Chad," began Mark, "did I step with my upstage foot on my exit? It was
really hard to tell since I was going at such a weird angle."  "Oh yeah,
you did fine. You should keep your head up a little more, though. You have
a great face, don't hide it." (If only he knew).

"OK, thanks. I'll remember that." He let a moment pass before continuing.
"Oh, Chad, do you think you could stay and work on Happiness with me? I
keep forgetting the words during the second verse...I can't remember which
goes first, 'five different crayons, catching a firefly and setting him
free or 'two kinds of ice cream, knowing a secret, climbing a tree.'

"Sure I'll help you, not a problem. Let me just ask Mr. Andrews if we can
stay late."

It wasn't a problem; Mr. Andrews without hesitation handed Chad the key,
and instructed him to leave it on his desk in the morning.

"Ok, we are clear to go. Here, I'll play the piano, and you sing, OK?" said
Chad.

"Sounds fine with me, I'll use the music to try and get those words down."

They went on thru the song, which sounded wonderful when Chad joined in on
some harmony parts. On their second reprise of the song, Chad stopped dead
in the middle of his piano playing.

"Ok, Mark, you sound great. Keep your head up, though. First of all, you're
voice will carry to the back of the auditorium, and secondly, they can see
your face."

"Oh, please, like they'd want to see my face."

"Please, Mark, you have a great face. I mean, if it wouldn't make me queer,
I'd go all out and tell you that you were hott."

Mark suddenly looked up. "Chad, you think I'm hot?"

"No, I didn't say that......"

"Um, yes, you did..."

Chad stuttered. "Well, yeah, but I didn't mean it like that."

Mark grinned. "It's OK, I don't care. In fact, I kinda' think that you're
hott, too."

"You do?"

"Yep. I have for a while, actually."

Chad couldn't resist. "Um, Mark, are you, um..."

He interrupted. "Yes, Chad, I am. I've had a thing for you for quite some
time."

"Oh my God. You don't know long I've liked you, Mark. Mark..."

Mark sat on the piano bench next to Chad, and pulled his head in so that
their lips met. It was pure connection to both of them. Chad slipped his
tongue into Mark's mouth, and wrapped his arms around his back in one
passionate swipe, which Mark then imitated as their lusting strengthened.
Chad broke out of it.

"This isn't safe here. There are cameras. Let's go to my house."

The way there was total silence. In fact, Mark sat in the back seat. When
they pulled into the driveway, Mark followed Chad thru a gate in the 6'
fence that lead behind the house, into the backyard where there was a pool
and a Jacuzzi. Chad, without warning, took off his shirt, and slid down his
mesh shorts and Abercrombie boxers with one quick swipe, unexpectedly
revealing his smooth ass to Mark. He went into the Jacuzzi and said,
"Aren't you going to join me?"

Mark was all to happy to oblige. He got naked and headed into the Jacuzzi,
revealing his 8" cut cock, standing full force waiting for attention. He
got in the water and sat across from Chad. He seemed very nervous.

"Mark, come and sit next to me." He said it as more of a question than a
command, and Mark listened. He sat next to Chad, and began to rub his hands
over his smooth chest. He gradually worked his way down his six pack to his
erect dick, standing in it's glory at it's 9" max. Chad shot Mark a grin.
"That feels good." With that, he found his hand on Mark's dick, jerking it
at a very fast pace, while Mark remained going slow and smooth on Chad.
"Oh, Mark..."

He pulled Mark over on top of him, facing him. His huge dick was nestling
itself between Mark's asscrack. "No, Chad, not here."

Chad gave a grin. "Alright, then, follow me."

They got out, and went up to Chad's room. After mildly drying off, Chad,
got on his bed on his back. Mark wasted no time; he got on the bed, and had
as much of Chad's 9" member in his mouth as he could take. He sucked on it
like a pro. Chad spun him around and took Mark's 8" into his mouth, and
sucked it like a Popsicle. They sucked each other for a little while, when
Chad interrupted them. "Mark, I can't do this any longer, I need your ass!"

Mark complied, and got up from his sucking. Chad reached into his bedside
table, got some lotion, and lubed his dick up.

"Now sit down," Chad commanded. "I'm gunna fuck you hard."

Mark sat down right on Chad's dick, taking the whole thing in all at once.
He sat there while Chad held onto his thighs bringing him up and down while
he fucked his absolute hardest. They were both in ecstasy. Without any
warning what so ever, Mark felt Chad pounding into him harder as he shot
the biggest load of cum they had each ever encountered. It dripped out of
the sides as Mark pulled off of Chad's softening dick."

He looked up. "Alright, on your knees, boy, it's your turn..."