Date: Tue, 24 Jun 2003 10:37:54 -0700 (PDT)
From: Kane Orson <wsluvver@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Archangel (t/t, ws, oral)

Hey guys...this is my first story. Would love to get
some comments/suggestions. Email addy is
wsluvver@yahoo.com. Enjoy!!!!


He was named after an angel, and an archangel at that,
though on reflection, he should been called Lucifer,
not Gabriel, given that he came to represent every
temptation my Christian upbringing had counselled me
against.

The first time he walked into my 3rd form class at
high school (I was 12, almost 13), I couldn't take me
eyes off him. As corny and movie-like as it sounds,
every other noise in the room, even the usually shrill
voice of Stephen Parker, faded almost into silence.
The faces of my classmates began to blur and recede
into the distance -- everything in Mr Keenan's French
class ceased to exist but Him and me. If they weren't
so busy elsewhere, I'm sure a chorus of angels would
have heralded His entrance. Look, I am not just being
a drama queen here -- you have to have seen Gabriel to
understand what he could do to a small town
rookie-Christian who was teetering on the edge of
discovering his poofterhood. Let me describe him --
I'll try to avoid quoting passages from "Songs of
Solomon".

His hair was a soft ash blonde, cut shorter on the
sides and back, but a little longer at the fringe,
leading him to occasionally flick his head in a
Charlie's Angels moment. His hair looked so soft you
just wanted to reach out a touch it, or take some of
it between your lips and...well, it was really nice. He
had ice blue eyes, the iris ringed with a darker blue,
giving them a piercing and breathtaking intensity.
They nestled beneath luxurious, honey-coloured
eyebrows, and were armed with long, silky lashes made
from the same spun gold as his hair.

His face was perfectly formed and smooth as silk -- no
pimples on this 13-year old face as yet (and nor would
there be) -- and was the colour of honey and pale pink
rose petals. My eyes followed the arrow of his nose to
the most luscious, juicy lips I have ever had the
fortune of laying eyes on. God knows I wanted to lay a
damn sight more than my eyes on them, too.

Even our drab grey school uniform looked radiant on
him, a tight enough fit that it showed a nicely
developed set of shoulders for a guy his age, the hint
of a toned chest and nipples (which would no doubt be
a perfectly edible chocolate brown in colour) that
were popping up to say hi to everyone.

He walked slowly across the front of the class and
turned down the gap between my row and the one by the
outer wall. He walked down the aisle towards me (now
there's a thought), his head turned over his left
shoulder as he listened to someone walking behind him.
The sun shone on his face as he walked past a window
and seemed to light up that entire part of the room.
He laughed -- his voice was broken, his laugh an
infectious, almost husky, but distinctly masculine
giggle. I shuddered as a wave of hitherto unknown
pleasure swept through me and unashamedly pleaded with
God (or Satan for that matter -- by this point, I was
prepared to whore myself to any God or demon who would
grant my wish) to make Gabriel sit in the vacant desk
in front of me so I could spend the next 55 minutes
gazing upon his intoxicating beauty.

Someone answered (I suspect it was Satan) and Gabriel
paused in front of me, staring at me for what seemed
an eternity before smiling, and turning to sit down,
thus presenting me with the most perfectly delectable
set of buns to ever be packed into the humble grey
cotton of Marlborough Boys' College shorts. I had to
grip the seat of my chair with my hands to stop myself
from leaning forward and burying my face in his crack.
Eat your heart out McDonalds -- no one has fresher buns
than this little angel.

We sat there, waiting for Mr Keenan to grace us with
his presence, people chatting in small groups,
tentative friendships being made between students
meeting for the first time, and yours truly not saying
boo to a ghost -- just sitting there, supporting my
head on my right hand, staring at the nape of
Gabriel's neck while I formed a not so small lake of
drool on my brand new French textbook.

I nearly splashed face first into the lake when he
turned, looked me square in the eye and said, "Hi". I
stammered something in response. Hello, I hope. I
couldn't be sure of what was said, as I couldn't hear
myself over the cacophony of potentially witty replies
fighting to be first out of my mouth.

I look at him expectantly. He flashed me a big smile,
flicked his tongue quickly across his upper lip and
said, "So. Are you a virgin?" My rapidly reddening
face, look of shock and helpless stammering was
obviously the response he was after, and he and his
mates erupted into raucous laughter -- nothing warm and
friendly about it -- more mean and spiteful. Lucifer
was definitely a more appropriate name. Didn't stop me
jacking off as I fantasized about him that night in
bed, though.

Oddly enough, the friendship and intense romance I had
been hoping for when he first entered the room never
eventuated that year. The only time Gabriel ever
deigned to converse with me was to ask for my help on
his French translation or to poke fun at me. And yet,
no matter what he said or what he did, I felt a
stirring, both emotional and physical.

Gabriel developed a reputation over the year as a
smart-arse and troublemaker, often in trouble for
minor things with his teachers and Deans. He was a
boarder and only really had two close friends it
seemed. Stuart was a year older than Gabriel and kinda
cute in a Billy-Bob Thornton sort of way, if you get
what I mean. Not the smartest cookie in the tin, but a
tight ass, furry legs and a mischievous smile. It was
Lee who lent the trio the air of intrigue and who
sowed the seeds of doubt in my mind about Gabriel's
"beyond my reach" status -- not to mention his
sexuality. Lee was a queen in every way. He strutted
around like royalty, constantly preening himself, and
most likely used enough hair spray in his bouffant to
create his own ozone hole. What's more, he was camp as
a Boy Scout jamboree. Just how straight could my angel
be if Lee was his best mate?

It was early in the 4th form that I got my answer. On
the first day of the school year, on a typical
sweltering summer afternoon in late January, I trudged
into Mr Maffey's economics class, the first to arrive,
and plonked myself in the corner in line with the door
to the room -- about as far away from Mr Maffey's
woollen vests and walk shorts as I could get.

When Gabriel walked in soon after and sat down in the
next row and one desk in front (i.e.: at my two
o'clock), the by now familiar mix of emotions swept
over me -- excitement, joy, fear and mistrust. He
arranged his books on his desk, the swivelled in his
seat, his eyes boring into mine, and said, "You ever
find this heat makes you really horny?" He then
proceeded to adjust what was obviously a rock hard
cock in his shorts while I fought bravely but in vain
not to fall off my chair in shock. I think I creamed
myself, too, though I can't be sure, as I don't
remember anything of the next day and a half till I
came out of shock.

I really didn't know what to make of it to be honest.
I mean, obviously I was excited. Hell, that's an
understatement. For days after, my jack off sessions,
which usually revolved around me doing all sorts of
nasty things with Gabriel that you won't find in the
Bible, resulted in me shooting my load clean over my
head, though I did shoot myself in the eye three times
and had to blow cum out of my nose on five separate
occasions.

At the same time, the mistrust that had built up over
the previous year of teasing tempered my eagerness to
pursue something with him. I thought perhaps there was
a chance he was genuinely hinting that he was after a
bit of fun, and yet I couldn't shake the fear that the
moment I made any move or suggestion, he would leap in
the air with a resounding, "Ah-haaa!" and run around
school telling every potentially poof-pummelling bully
he could find. So I did what most scared-shitless
small town closet-cases do -- nothing.

It was about two weeks later in Economics, with the
seat directly in front of me empty, Gabriel again
sitting at my 2 o'clock, and Maffey droning on and on
about the basics of supply and demand on the
money-free paradise of Barter Island, that he floored
me again. I was drifting into my well honed trick of
allowing my eyes to lose focus, tuning out the sounds
around me and floating around in my imagination,
whilst seemingly sitting there looking at Mr Maffey
attentively when Gabriel tapped the leg of his desk to
get my attention. My eyes focused in time to see the
head of Gabriel's cock clearly outlined as it strained
to break free of the fabric of the lining of his
shorts pocket.

I fought strongly to control myself this time, and
succeeded (apart from popping an instant woody). I
tore my bulging eyes away from Gabriel's crotch and
gave him a lopsided grin, mouthing the word, "Damn!"
while making a show of adjusting my own straining
cock. Regrettably, I made a little too much of a show
of adjusting myself and looked in vain for a rock to
hide under when Maffey's voice reached across the room
and grabbed me by the balls, saying, "Something more
important to do, have you Orson? Pocket billiards,
perhaps?"

Gabriel laughed, but shot me a sympathetic look and a
wink before joining the others in pulling out a stick
and some marshmallows to roast over my lobster-red
face.

If I'd had any social life, it would no doubt have
dried up in the wake of my all-too public "exposure"
at the hands of Maffey and his army of menacing merino
vests. Fortunately, no such social life existed and I
was left to wash more cum off my wall and out of my
hair as my latest experience led me to develop
calluses on my hands and friction burns on my
foreskin, so fast and furiously (and often) was I
flogging what would soon be a dead horse if I did not
spare the rod a little more.

It was mid-February, as temperatures soared above 35
degrees Celsius, that it finally happened -- an
opportunity presented itself and all my fears and
mistrust were swept aside by something far more
powerful -- pure, unbridled burning teenage lust.

It was the first class after lunch on a Friday
afternoon and most people staggered into class late,
the heat slowing everyone down, teachers included. I
had headed inside in search of cooler temperatures
about five minutes early and for reasons of sanity,
sat close to the windows, where a breeze was blowing
softly through from the shade of the trees outside the
building. It also meant I couldn't see through the
window in the door -- and no one could see me sitting
in the class.

Gabriel walked in soon after me and gave me a beaming
smile as he sauntered over to the desk directly in
front of me and sat down, running his hands through
his hair and breathing heavily, the heat obviously
taking its toll on him. I don't know whether it was
the heat in general, or the heat radiating off him,
but when he leaned back, his head on my desk, looked
into my eyes and puckered up as though waiting for a
kiss, I promptly held his head down with my hands and
planted a big, wet kiss on his lips.

He broke free of my grip and swivelled around in his
seat, staring at me open mouthed and wide eyed. I'm
guessing he wasn't expecting it, and I feared he would
beat the crap out of me. I tried to say I was sorry,
but couldn't seem to get any words out at all; I was
so stunned at what I had done. Gabriel reached forward
and grabbed me by the front of my shirt and pulled me
towards him, his eyes boring into mine. The shock in
his eyes suddenly disappeared and what I can only
describe as hunger and mirth took its place as he
pressed his lips against mine and kissed me again,
driving his tongue between my quivering lips and
reaching around with his free hand to the back of my
head to pull me towards him.

He finally let me go, sat back and said with a twinkle
in his eye, "I've been waiting since the first day in
French last year to do that."

We both adjusted our boners and just sat there
grinning at each other. I didn't know what to say. As
you can probably tell, I'm not bad with words, but I
was still stunned into silence. I just gave him a
goofy grin and said, "Yeah, me too."

We both heard the sluggish footsteps of overcooked
students approaching at the same time and Gabriel
quickly leaned forward and said, "Go into the end
cubicle in the new toilet block straight after last
class and I'll meet you there. I'll be there about
3.30."

Maffey could have discovered Atlantis, a cure for
cancer and life on Mars for all I knew in the next
hour, coz I was in another world -- a world in which
Gabriel had no clothes on and I was doing things with
him that would make the Mayors of Sodom and Gomorrah
blush.

When the final bell rang, I bolted for the door, my
cock still hard and my heart beating a million miles
an hour. There were three guys standing at the urinal
when I walked into the new toilet block. I didn't even
slow down to see if I could catch a glimpse of their
cocks -- I just headed straight for the last stall,
terrified that someone else might be in it.

I had about ten minutes before Gabriel would be there,
and had to fight the urge to jack off and release the
tension that had been building up for the past two
hours. The sound of flies being zipped up and piss
splattering against the urinal didn't help things
either. Being a Friday, everyone was mad keen to get
away from school and start enjoying the weekend, and
before long, I was the only one in the toilets. I kept
checking my watch, counting down the seconds.

A few minutes after half past, just as I was
convincing myself he wasn't coming, footsteps echoed
off the puke-green linoleum floor and someone stepped
up onto the metal grille of the urinal right in front
of my stall. I heard him unzip, then he stretched and
said, "God I need this."

I recognised his voice straight away, opened the door,
boner waving in the breeze and said, "Get your sweet
ass in here, angel." He turned around, cock hanging
out and a huge grin on that gorgeous face and walked
towards me.

As the door swung shut behind him, he pressed himself
against me and kissed me deeply and hungrily, his cock
beginning to harden against mine. I freed my lips from
his mouth and said, "Dammit, I nearly lost control and
jacked off listening to all those guys taking a piss --
what took you so long?"

He ignored my question, raised one eyebrow and smirked
at me before saying, "You get turned on listening to
guys take a slash, huh?"

I realised what I had said and was worried that all my
waiting and restraint would be in vain as he took off
in disgust. I wouldn't say I was into watersports as
such, I mean I didn't really even know much about it
and had certainly never thought about piss in the
sense of it being a form of sexual play, though I did
like pissing on myself in the shower, and it was a
turn on listening to a guy pissing. Something in his
face made me feel safe in being honest, so I admitted
it was something of a turn on.

"Good," he said, "Coz I am dying to go." With that he
pushed me to my knees and touched his half hard cock
to my lips. I opened, not quite understanding what was
going on. I hadn't even had the chance to get a good
look at his cock and was about to let it slip out of
my mouth to admire it when the piss started flowing.
He must have been drinking a lot of water to cope with
the heat, coz there wasn't much flavour. Probably a
good thing, coz if it had been strong, I think I would
have pulled off and ended up with rank piss all over
my school uniform. As it was, I swallowed the first
mouthful, getting even hornier as I realised I was
drinking Gabriel's sweet nectar. He really let loose
and I could hardly swallow fast enough to keep up -- he
wasn't kidding earlier when he said he needed to go!
Jesus Christ! My little angel must have a bladder the
size a Chevy Impala's gas tank!

I kept slurping and trying to swallow, even as the
flow dried up. His cock was rapidly hardening in my
mouth and he had to pull my head off him to make me
stop, saying, "Fuck, stop before you make me cum!!!
Fucking hell! Where did you learn to suck like that?"

"Um, I dunno -- this is my first time." Which was not
strictly true of course. I had sucked on a banana a
few times after using my teeth to sculpt a "head" on
the end of it -- hey come on -- give a horny teenager a
break. Here I was, almost 14, got my first pubes at 10
and was shooting pretty decent loads by the time I was
11 and a half -- you expect me to be celibate?
Actually, if the Pastor of our church was to be
believed, yes, that was the general idea. Of course,
he didn't know I'd been having jack-off sessions with
his son since I was 11.

I took my first close look at Gabriel's dick. God it
was nice. Certainly lived up to what I'd expected,
given the rest of him. About 5 inches long, it was
circumcised, unlike my own, with a smooth, well formed
head and an equally smooth shaft, no trace of scarring
you sometimes see on circumcised guys. The shaft
curved gracefully upwards from a small thatch of
glossy golden pubes, soft and silky like his hair. I
leaned forward and nestled my nose in them, inhaling
his scent as I felt his cock twitch against my cheek.

After I had taken my fill of his musky smell, I pulled
back again. A glistening strand of pre-cum connected
his head to my cheek where his cock had rested against
me, slowly stretching, then breaking off, falling down
against my chin. I ran my finger over it, and then
licked it off my fingertip, savouring the faintly
salty yet sweet taste.

As I watched, his cock twitched again, another pearl
of pre-cum oozing out of his piss-slit. It began to
run slowly down the hard, smooth shaft towards the
most magnificent pair of balls I have ever seen. They
were the size of walnut shells and hung quite low in a
beautifully smooth, hairless sac. I waited till the
rivulet of pre-cum reached halfway down the middle of
his scrotum then sucked them both carefully into my
mouth, washing my tongue gently across the smooth
skin, rolling his balls around in my mouth. He moaned
quietly, digging his fingers into my scalp, his knees
buckling slightly.

I wanted more of this and ran my tongue up the
underneath of his shaft, following the trail of nectar
to its source. I took the head of his cock in my
mouth, sliding my tongue back and forth across the
sensitive underside of his head, then forming my
tongue into a point and running it directly up the
centre of the head from bottom to top, then back to
the piss slit and slowly pushed my tongue inside it,
opening it up as far as I could, digging deeper for
more liquid silk.

Gabriel moved his hands to the sides of my head and
began making gentle thrusting motions, pushing slowly
and sensually into my mouth. I glanced up at his face.
His eyes were closed, his tongue running across his
lips- I nearly shot my load at that sight. My God he
is absolutely stunning.

I took his whole head and half his shaft in my mouth,
sucking as though my life depended on it, massaging
the sides of his shaft with my cheeks and swirling my
tongue across the underside of his head every time it
was with range. One hand moved up and down the bottom
half of his shaft in time with the strokes of my
mouth, adding to the pleasure he was receiving, while
the other stroked his balls, somewhat slick with his
sweet sweat and my saliva from the tongue bath I had
given them just seconds before.

I varied both my rhythm and speed, occasionally
pulling his cock out of my mouth and swirling my
tongue and lips roughly up and down the sides and
underneath of his shaft, drawing his head in as though
I was trying to suck a cherry off its stalk. Every
time I changed my rhythm or upped the intensity of my
sucking actions, his knees would quiver, his hands
would grip my head tighter, and I would hear either a
sharp intake of breath through clenched teeth or he
would emit a small, sharp, "Oh!" We were both in
Heaven. I didn't give a damn whether he was Gabriel or
Lucifer -- he was my forbidden fruit and I was going to
draw as much pleasure from him as I possibly could.

I don't know how much time passed -- it could have been
a few minutes, it could have been fifteen (considering
we were both young teens, and the intensity with which
I was going at him, it was probably the former), when
he gripped my head tightly, his knees began to shake
noticeably and his cock began to harden and expand
slightly. As he muttered, "Oh, fuck meeeeee!" between
tightly clenched teeth, his cock jerked in my mouth
and the first spurt of cum to ever enter my mouth shot
straight down my throat. I didn't even have time to
taste it, and pulled back slightly so I could savour
what was to come. His cock spasmed about eight more
times in rapid succession, each time shooting a
powerful jet of the most beautifully creamy, smooth
cum across my tongue, coating my mouth and quickly
filling it to the point where I had to swallow. A few
more smaller spurts and he was spent, his still hard
cockhead resting against my tongue, essence of Gabriel
overpowering my taste buds.

I got up off my knees and planted a slow, deep and
cum-coated kiss on his lips, feeling his pulse against
my mouth, his heart against my chest as his tongue
scoured my mouth for more of his sweet juice.

After about a minute, he broke the kiss, looked down
and laughed, "Jesus. Did you have to make such a
mess?" I looked down to see both his left leg and the
front of my shorts absolutely covered in my cum. I
must have been humping his leg as I blew him and been
so caught up in his orgasm that I didn't even notice
my own.

We cleaned up, exchanged another passionate kiss and
promised to repeat the episode the next week at
school.


Well guys, that's my first ever story. I would love
some feedback and also some suggestions of what you
want in the next episode! You can email me on
wsluvver@yahoo.com

Cheers, dudes,

Kane Orson xx