Date: Mon, 23 Jun 2003 17:31:01 -0400
From: Adam Nolan <nolanad@hotmail.com>
Subject: Starched Whites 7

Starched Whites VII

Copyright 2003 by Adam Nolan

Disclaimer: This story involves teen males doing sexual things. If you don't
like this subject matter, now would be a good time to find something else to
read.

Sorry to let this lay for so long. I've written a story since Pool Shoot and
Starched Whites, but it jumps ahead 2 years and leaves an unexplained gap.
So, it's time to finish off these two series and bring everyone up to speed
before going on with the next series.

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Sean and I kept finding ways to work Chuck, Rob and John into our sex play.
Actually, it was more like finding ways to get their hands in my pants more
often and to tease them to death. Chuck especially. He seemed to be the most
interested and adventurous of the three.

He was very small and very cute. Thin and wiry. Active, strong and never
wore a pair of briefs that didn't look totally hot on him. Nobody looked as
hot in briefs as he did. I'd sit next to him in the gym locker room with my
legs spread a bit, dressing as slowly as possible so he could see me in just
my underwear. I'd relax and harden up for him if no one else could see. He'd
be so flustered standing there in his tight little whites, stretching them
out with his inflating dick. Hurrying to get his jeans on before anyone came
along. Having to suffer with a boner until he could get to the boys' room
and take care of it.

I followed him in one afternoon after gym. Reached right around him and
squeezed his bulge. He was totally hard and lost it in his pants right
there. I felt it spasm as he tightened up, shaking and moaning. He bent over
just far enough that I could see the waistband of his tight little whites.
Now I was hard too. My cute little buddy was creaming his pants right in
front of me. And thinking of my dick to boot!

He finally stood up, turned around and just looked at me. It looked like he
was about to say something, then he just took off. For the rest of the day
he kept giving me that same blank look. Never said a word. He had me a bit
worried and I wasn't hard again until Sean and I got into each others' pants
after school. But with the next gym class it was business as usual. I put on
my private show and he hurried to get his jeans up over his bulging
underwear. He went straight to the boys' room again, but I didn't go in
after him.

I went to my locker first, then came back and very quietly crept in. He was
in the last stall, standing in front of the toilet with his jeans and
underwear bunched around his ankles. I snuk over and peaked in. He was
definitely whacking off and enjoying it. I crept back out and decided to
have some fun with him later. After all, it was Friday and I could invite
him to sleep over. So I did and he accepted.

My mother dropped us at the Mall and we ate there before doing a little
shopping. I took him to the store where I got the sport bikinis I creamed at
school. He was very interested when I told him all about them and we each
bought a pack. He was so eager to get back to my house and try them on. We
both kept getting hard all the way back. But with my mother taking the back
roads at warp speed, it was impossible to stay hard.

As soon as we were back, he ran down to the basement den to change and I ran
up to my room to change. I put on my blue bikini, sweats and a T-shirt. He
was also in sweats and a T when I got downstairs. I asked him if had his new
underwear on.

"Yes."

"Which ones?"

"The red ones."

"Let me see!"

"No," he said with a smile and the fight was on. We were rolling all over
the place, wrestling and laughing, me trying to get his sweats off and him
trying to stop me. Finally, I had them down, rolled him over and yanked them
right off. Damn! He looked hot in that red bikini and he was hard. He was
sitting there with his legs slightly apart, so I reached right down and
squeezed his balls. He grabbed ny wrist with both hands, but he didn't try
to stop me. I rubbed his boner. He was getting wet. Then he suddenly held me
tight to his crotch. He was cumming in his new underwear. Moaning and
squirting, holding my hand tight to his crotch. His legs kept shaking.

I was so hard watching and feeling him lose it, I was wet and ready to
burst. When he recovered, that sly smile came back and I found myself
standing back against the wall with his hand down my sweats. Then I was
cumming. Squirt after squirt blasting into my blue bikinis. I sank right to
the floor and just sat there for a few minutes. Then we were off to sleep.

Stay tuned for more naughty adventures.

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