Date: Sat, 9 Sep 2000 09:28:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tim Sanders <timmy24601@hotmail.com>
Subject: seventh-grade-april-fools Installment#2

	It was nearing 9:30 that night when we had finished what
was only the beginning of our sexual relations. Neither of us had
eaten anything since he got here at 8:00, and for two young
teenagers that was like we hadn't eaten in days. When I asked
him if he'd like to go downstairs to get something to eat, he did
not hold back in responding.
	"Uh, Chris?" I asked. I must have sounded puzzling, but I
was really just asking a dumb question like always.
	"Yeah? What's wrong?"
	"Nothing's wrong. I was just going to ask you if you could
hold on a second so I could call my Mom to see when she'll be
home, and to let her know that you're here."
	"Oh, I see. Smart move, I can hold on."
	"Thanks." I picked up the phone next to my bed and began
to dial as Chris began to put his clothes back on, starting with his
boxers. After about three rings, I heard Kathy pick up the phone.
	"Hello?"
	"Hi, Kathy. It's Dewey. How's the painting going?"
	"Oh, fine thanks. You need to talk to your Mom?" She always
seemed to know why I was calling, regardless the reason.
	"That would be wonderful, thanks."
	"Ok, here she is." I could tell they were right next to each
other because all she did was pass the phone to my mom within a
fraction of a second.
	"Hello, Dewey. What do you need?"
	"Well, two things actually. One being I wanted to know when
you are coming home, and two I just wanted to let you know that
Chris is here." My mom was very cool about letting me have people
over whenever I wanted as long as we pick up and I don't have a
party. We've always had a fairly open house in terms of visitors,
which worked to my advantage during my teen years.
	She answered me in the order I asked. "Well, actually I was
going to call you and let you know that it's going to be a while
longer. We were going to just postpone it until tomorrow, but
Kathy has a church picnic she volunteered to help with about a
month ago. So, I may be here late. And secondly, who's Chris?"
	"Uh, Chris is a kid from school. He's in my music class, so we
just decided to come to our house today after school. And I
really don't care how late you are at Kathy's, I can take care of
my self. And Aunt Michelle is like three houses down the street if
anything serious happens."
	"True, I forgot about that. Well anyways, Chris can stay and
all as long as he calls his Mom and lets her know there is no
parent there."
	"Ok, that can be arranged. Goodbye, Mom, I love you."
	"Love you too, goodnight."
	When I got of the phone, Chris was fully dressed and sitting
on the bed waiting for me. "So, what's the verdict?" he inquired.
	"She says that she won't be home until really late, but you
can stay as long as you call your Mom and let her know that."
	"Oh, wait, so I'm staying the night now? When were you
going to consult me about this?" The sarcasm in his voice was too
cute.
	"Oh, please!" I took one of my pillows and hit him over the
head. He fought back with one of my other pillows as we wrestled
on my bed. I loved our bodies being in such contact.
	We wrestled for about 10 minutes when my stomach began
growling. I pulled back. "Whoa, boy! I surrender! Let's go get
something to eat now."
	"Sounds good to me!" We walked down to the kitchen, and
Chris took a seat at the table as I went through the fridge.
	"Ok, um, the only thing I know how to cook is breakfast
food, so if that's Ok we can cook. Otherwise, we're stuck with
sandwiches, so it's your call."
	"Aw man, do you like French toast?" he asked licking his lips.
	"Hell ya' I do! I'll make some!"
	After our dinner which was very delectable if I don't say so
myself, we were sort of stumped with what to do the rest of the
evening. Chris had already called his Mom during dinner who had
Okayed his saying the night, so we were free and clear until my
Mom got home.
	"So, what do you want to do?" I asked him.
	"What do you think I want to do?" I knew that he was
implying more sex. As much as I wanted to, I knew that we'd be
having lots of fun tonight (I could tell that he knew, too), so I
decided to put it off.
	"Well, I want to and all but since we just did, and inevitably
will more tonight, why not go swimming?"
	"That's cool, I'm up for that!" He had a very enthusiastic
personality; one could tell that just by listening to the empathy
he used while he spoke. "Could you lend me a suit?"
	I really wanted to ask him something, but I was too nervous.
The only thing I managed to get out was, "A suit?" The way I
inquired made me sound like he'd asked a dumb question.
	I guess it worked, because he looked like he just asked a
stupid question. "Oh, do you just swim naked or something?" I
couldn't tell if he was asking or implying; either way, I was going
to act upon it.
	"Well, I usually do when I'm home alone, but if it would make
you uncomfortable then we can use suits."
	"No, I'd rather go naked. It's better."
	After doing all the dishes, we grabbed some towels and
headed for the pool. Out on the terrace, I made the first move
by taking of my shoes and socks, and then I continued with my
shirt. Chris took the hint and began too, when I got to my boxers,
I just ripped them off. I didn't know why, but I didn't have a
boner; I seem to always have a stiffy, especially in terms of Chris
and other guys. But I didn't. When Chris got to his boxers, I
could tell he was getting uncomfortable.
	"What, is something wrong?" I asked.
	"Well, I'm just kind of embarrassed."
	"Why, I saw your dick like two hours ago, I'm sure it hasn't
changed." I laughed at my own joke.
	"No, it's not that, it's just that I've got a boner, so I'd feel
weird."
	It was the cutest confession I'd ever heard. I went over and
put my hand on his cheek. "Aww, that's so cute!" He blused. "Well,
here, I've got an idea, so that you don't feel out of place how
'bout I get a boner, too?" He laughed.
	"Seriously?"
	"Yeah, why not?" Just as I said it I sat in the chair and
started to rub my dick. I wanted to get it hard so that we could
go skinny-dipping and I could stare at Chris' naked body. I closed
my eyes and began to massage myself. Just as I did, I felt a
familiar feeling. When I opened my eyes, I saw Chris kneeling in
front of my sucking me off again. He seemed to be very
experienced which puzzled me, but I didn't really care. I was
being pleasured.
	As he sucked me off, I reached my arms down his body and
took off his boxer shorts, so that we were both naked. I ran my
fingers through his short hair, and pushed his dead down further.
He ran his fingers up my chest and started to play with my
nipples. I let out moans of ecstasy as he brought his hands around
my back and down to play with my butt. This was way too much
for my second experience, "Oh, Chris! I'm going to cum!" I did
just that. I could tell he was trying to lick it all up and swallow as
much as he could, but some seeped out from the corners of his
mouth. He licked it up off of me. This was way too much, though,
so I did not go soft, I remained fairly hard.
	"Your turn, big boy," was the only thing I could say. He laid
down on the floor completely naked, as I got on top of him and
kissed him. As we massaged our tongues together in a passionate
kiss, our dicks were rubbing together making us both harder and
hornier than ever.
	To conclude our kiss, I ran my lips down his neck and nuzzled
him. As he let out sounds of pleasure, I ran my lips down him even
further and began to savor his nipples. As my spit ran out of my
mouth, I rubbed it all over his chest while with my other hand I
jerked him off slowly.
	When I felt the time was right, I ran my lips down his chest
until I got to his 8" cock, which I stuck into my mouth and began
to suck. As I moved my mouth up and down his throbbing shaft
and massaged his head with my tongue, he played with my hair as
I had done to him. I ran my hands all over him and rubbed his ass
cheeks before sticking my fingers in his tight virgin asshole. It all
must've been too much for him to handle, because with no warning
except a very loud shout of ecstasy, he came in my mouth. I
swallowed all of his load that I could take, but it was too hard.
	After I was done, he sat up and looked at me. "Dewey, I
want to do more." He sounded eager.
	I was just as eager while I asked him, "How much more?"
	He stared into my eyes. "I want you to fuck me."
	I really wanted to. In fact, at that moment, there was
nothing I'd rather do. "Ok," was all I managed to get out. I went
over to the cabinet on the outside of the pool house and got some
lotion. I was going to rub it on myself when Chris stopped me.
"No," he said. "Let me." As he rubbed the lotion all over my dick I
could feel it getting harder very fast. I loved it. When he was
done applying it, he turned around and bent over. All I saw was his
beautiful hairless ass in front of me. I wasted no time; I moved
forward and stuck the head of my dick into his tight ass. He
groaned in pain and pleasure all at once as my dickhead stuck into
his asshole. I made short fucking motions with only the tip of my
dick, and gradually worked the rest of it in. Within what seemed
like only seconds, he had all 8" of me inside of his ass. We both
moaned and groaned loudly during our first sexual act. In a short
lapse of time, we hit our sexual peak. "Oh my God, Chris! I'm going
to cum!" I started to remove my dick.
	"No, Dewey, cum in me!" He shouted it in pleasure. As I
thrust my dick back inside of him, I shot the biggest load of my
life, and it lasted almost a full minute. When I removed my dick, I
could see all my cum drip from his asshole.
When it was all said and done, he turned to me and said,
"Now it's your turn, big boy!" I took the bottle of lotion and
squirted a generous amount of it onto Chris' rod. After I rubbing
it all over, he commanded to me to lean over the chair. Just as I
did, I could feel his head coming through my cheeks, when it
suddenly hit my asshole. It probed it's way in after a little
trouble. It hurt but I wanted him to move in more. He stuck his
head all the way in, and then began gradually fucking his rod in. I
yelped in pain, but I liked it too much. I urged him to go on.
"Oh, Chris! Fuck me harder!" He did just that. His motions
became faster and more vigerous. It didn't take long for him to
yell out that he was climaxing.
"Dewey, I'm going to cum in you!" I braced myself for what I
was about to endure. I couldn't help but sigh in pleasure as I felt
my insides be drowned in a sea of Chris' cum. It was the best
feeling I have ever experienced.
When we both got up, he gave me a kiss on the cheek.
"C'mon man. Let's go swimming!"