Date: Fri, 26 Sep 2003 12:58:07 EDT
From: LoveAHorse@aol.com
Subject: Wes & Adam, part 3

Wes & Adam, part 3
By:Adam and Wes Crandle

This story may not be copied or motified without express permission from
the authors and all that junk. You shouldn't be reading this if it is
against the law to in your states.Not that I'm gonna say thing, cause I
know I didn't give a damn about the law when I was 15 or 16. How ironic
that I ended up in law school!
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Hey guys! Well, I didn't have enough time to write this part, so I kind of
fandogooled Adam into writing part 3. He's much more descriptive than me,
so this one will be better detailed than my point of view. Till we meet
again,
                  ~Weston Crandle P.S.- Fandogooled: Roped in to; forced;
hooked
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Weird or unusual question(new): What is a phobia of snakes? I have a friend
who's terrified of them. She freezes up when she see's one in a magazine!
(Don't ask me why she was looking at a National Geographic and didn't
expect to see a snake. Sheesh, thatjust doesn't me since to me!
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    I remember waking up to two things. The alarm clock and Wes's fingers
tracing my lips. That felt really, good, almost magical. I didn't want to
break the moment, but we'd be late on the 1st day of school. And the stupid
alarm clock was giving me a headache.
  I grabbed Weston's rists and rolled over on top of his gorgeous, almost
hairless chest. His well defined six pack moved when he laughed. "Good
mornin' beautiful!" I said, kissing him full on the mouth. It was a slow,
passionate, loving kiss. Our tongues fought in a silent battle that seemed
to last for hours. When we finally pulled
 apart, I glanced at the clock. In reality, the kiss had lasts only a few
seconds.
   "Morning to you too, sunshine!" Wes replied, and pinched my nipple. I
yelled out in mock pain, smacking his shoulders. "What time do we have to
be at school, innyhoo?" I asked him, using a word borrowed from Wes. See,
our parents, being Mr. and Mrs.  Grammer, tried to teach Wes proper English
when he was little, using words like anyhow and such. But whenever he said
it, it came out "innyhoo" so the whole family kind of just adopted the word
as their own. "8:20 A.M. You've been in highschool for 4 years, this being
the fourth, and you haven't remembered that yet?" He teased me. I relied on
Wes alot to remind me about stuff like that: appointments, birthdays,
etc. The whole family did. He was just that kind of guy. Not that he
wouldn't give you hell for not remembering by yourself. He was like
that. He still is. I responded with the manliest thing I could think of at
that moment. I stuck out my tongue.
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   I managed to catch Wes in the bathroom in the middle of 3rd
period. After a few kisses, we compared schedules and found out we both had
a free period for our 5th, and quickly agreed to meet at my car to go
somewhere a little more private. I could hardly stand waiting for 4th
period to be over, so I could see his angel face and drown in his
indigo-blue eyes. To feel his pink, luscious lips on mine once more. Feel
the electricity coursing through us like a stray bolt of lightning as we
embraced. When the bell rang as if to cue the beginning of 5th period, I
practically skipped out into the parking lot.
   "hey, loverboy, what took you so long?" Wes kidded me a kind of romantic
way. "I was busy pining away. See, my guy said he'd meet me out by my car,
and I can't seem to find him anywhere!" I replied, playing along with
him. "Oh, his been waiting for you a long time, I think," Wes spoke
matter-of-factly, stepping closer. I was getting a major hardon. Noticing,
he said, "Junior's lookin' mighty jumpy today!" I replied with an evil
grin, "Wanna help me fix him?" I said seductively. "Oh, I'll fix him,
alright.  I'll fix him reeeeeeal good," he responded, licking his lips. I
couldn't take it anymore, so I pushed him in the passenger's seat, and
informed him we were going to Peterbburg Lake for a picnic lunch.
   We started making love as soon as we arrived at the picnic spot, all
food foregotten. We came 3 times each and my rod had been inside his tight
ass twice before we had to head back. That was one of the best times we've
had out of many, many, many more to come.