Date: Sun, 29 Oct 2000 11:07:43 -0800 (PST)
From: Tim Sanders <timmy24601@hotmail.com>
Subject: Seventh-Grade-April-Fool  Installment #3

A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: Thanks so much for reading! If
you have any comments, suggestions, etc., please E-Mail them to
me at: timmy24601@hotmail.com . I am very prompt as
responding to E-Mails, though I can't say I am very prompt at
posting my next installment! Sorry about this. Anyways, hope you
enjoy this chapter.

This installment is dedicated to Mathew (Jazman) -- I am so sorry
about the delay!

Now for the story...

	"Chris! You stupid ass!" I yelled at him sarcastically. I loved
the look on his face when he felt ashamed -- Even when he only
pretended...He looked so innocent, I just wanted to eat him
up...
	"Oh, please! Like you've never swam doggy style before!" He
continued to gleefully paddle through the pool water like a
dog...He was only doing it for laughs, but hey, it worked!
	"No, actually I haven't...The only thing I've done doggy style
is you!" We both began laughing hysterically.
	"Awww, man! That was a good one!" He commented. I
thought so, too.
	We had been swimming for nearly two hours now. The water
was warm enough, but the bitter 1 AM air was beginning to make
us shiver. My Mom had come home around midnight, about an hour
after Chris and I had finished our last sexual encounter. When
she got home, she was dead tired -- She came out to tell me
goodnight, briefly meet Chris, and tell us she was home. But other
than that, she went straight to bed. Lucky for us, though, when
she got home we were in the Jacuzzi and the jets were on, so she
wasn't aware of our nudity.
	As it approached ten after one, we decided to call it a night.
We got our towels, went inside...To our regret, we were both far
too tired to have sex. We basically dried off, went up to my bed
(which we slept in together), and went to sleep.
	The next morning, the two of us didn't awaken until about
10:30. Mom had left a note saying that she was going to help
Kathy with the church picnic and would be back between 6 and 8
that night, but then they were going to go out night clubbing (just
so you know, my Mom is not like that at all -- I was pretty shocked
at this considering she doesn't drink, smoke, or date...But I guess
even Mom's need to get out once in a while...even if it's just for a
ginger ale with her best friend?).
	So, we had the house to ourselves again. My brother Ethan,
who was 12, was at a soccer tournament all weekend (which is why
he hasn't been mentioned up until this point), so it looked like it
was time to have some fun.
	"So, what do you think we should do first?" he asked me
with eagerness.
	"Well, to be completely honest," I said solemnly, "I won't lie.
I always shower first thing when I wake up, and that's kind of
what I was planning on doing first."
	"Why do you think I'd mind?" he questioned, puzzled. "To be
completely honest, I'm the same exact way."
	"That works out well then," I commented. "So we can each
go take our showers, then we can make some breakfast."
	"Sounds good, I have one little problem with your plan,
though..." his voice trailed off.
	"That would be?" The plan was simple enough, I didn't see
where there could possibly be any conflicts.
	"Well, you said we'd each go take our showers." He
emphasized the 's' at the end of the word, signifying that it was
plural. "Why don't the two of us go take a shower?" This time he
over pronounced the 'r', stating that he wanted us to shower
together.
	I was in awe that I had not thought of that. I have always
enjoyed being in the shower period, and with Chris it should be
unbearably hot and horny. I let my voice sound feeble, but not
assured. "I'd like that a lot, Chris."
	While we walked upstairs (holding hands), I kept wondering
how Chris was so good at what he did. The first time we were
together, he gave me a sinister little smile when he asked me if
I've ever had a blowjob. And last night he seemed like he had
done it routinely. As dumb as it was, I had to ask.
	"Um, Chris," I asked with skepticism, "I have a dumb
question..."
	"Yeah?" It didn't seem to bother him that I asked...After
all, we've had sex with each other...What did he have to hide?
	"Um, I don't know why I'm asking, but was last night your
first time?"
	He incredulously bit his bottom lip...I could tell he really
wanted to avoid the topic. "Well, to be completely honest, no it
wasn't."
	I really didn't mind all the much. But now that it was out in
the open, I did want to know more. "That's fine, I'm not upset or
anything. But if you don't mind my asking, who else besides me?"
	His face began to lose its hue. "Nick Lambert." I
immediately realized this was the Nick I sat behind in music
class. "—And Ryan Munson."
	My mouth must've dropped or something, because he caught
onto the fact that I was shocked. "Um..." was all I managed to get
out.
	"I'm sorry, I didn't want to just drop that on you, but you
asked and I won't lie."
	"You're right, I have no right to be upset. And I'm not upset,
it's actually kind of intriguing. I'm just kind of shocked that Nick
and Ryan are gay. Also if you don't mind my asking, when did this
all start?"
	He didn't seem to mind this question. "Well actually, they
aren't gay. I've just kind of pleasured them a few times. They've
never done anything to me, really. Nick tried giving me head once
but said he felt "dirty," and couldn't do it anymore."
	"Oh, really? That's kind of cool. When was your last time?" I
was getting very curious.
	"Um...We all did a little something on...Tuesday night."
	"Wow!" I didn't even bother holding back the shock this
time. "Do you think now that you and I are together that's going
to continue?"
	He blushed. "Oh, we're together now?"
	I hadn't realized the significance of what I'd said. "Well
yeah I think so. Do you want to be?"
	He smiled his innocent smile. "Yeah, I do." We paused for a
moment, but then he leaned in and gave me a kiss...Just as he was
about to slip me the tongue, I moved away. "Let's go shower hot
stuff!"
	The two of us ran the remaining 5 feet it took us to get to
the bathroom. I decided to be bold and domineering. "C'mon,
Chris. Take off your clothes."
	I felt some sarcasm coming on. I was right. "Oh, really?
Who made you boss? What if I don't wanna?"
	Two can play at this game -- "I don't care if you don't wanna!
If you don't, I'll just take them off of you anyways!"
	His eyes lit up. "That would be way better!"
	We moved closer together. When we were close enough, he
leaned in and kissed me. While we passionately made out, I
allowed one of my hands to feels his pecks and his chest muscles,
while the other hand turned on the steamy hot water. Within no
time the small room filled with steam and Chris and I began to
remove each other's clothing. I slowly but passionately took, his
shirt off of him, exposing his rippling stomach, wet with
perspiration from the steam. He did the same to me, and moved
his hands down my chest to feel my nipples. I moaned in ecstasy
from the pleasure he was bringing me. As he did this, I moved my
hands down to his jeans, which I unzipped and pulled off of him.
When he kicked them off, I just sat there allowing the room to
get hotter and steamier while I played with his hardening dick
through his Abercrombie & Fitch boxers, in excitement from the
satisfaction he was giving me.
	"Awww, yeah!" he moaned. He reached his hands around my
back and began to caress my asscheecks. While we played with
each other our lips were in a perpetual lock while our tongues
played a spirited game of wrestling.
	After only a few moments of this Chris took pulled me in
closer and started to thrust his entire body into me. I was
overcome in ecstasy from the feeling of our dicks humping one
another. As much as I was enjoying this, I had to break it up.
"Come on, loverboy! It's time to shower!" He gave me one of his
melting, irresistible smiles.
	As we got into the shower stall, the hot water running all
the way down Chris' body, enhancing his figure to an even sexier
extent, my boner got about as huge as it could. This time, Chris
decided it was his turn to be bold. "Excuse me, sir, but I need a
full body wash, please!" With that came another smile.
	"Coming right up!" I said it sarcastically yet passionately at
the same time. I took a squirt of some Herbal Essences into my
hand and with it began to caress his body with my hands. I ran my
hands all over his body, starting with his chest, and working my
way around his sides to his back and his butt. The suds all over
him were being pushed off by the steamy water, and as they
terminated I replenished them with more suds from my horny
hands.
	After about 2 minutes of this, Chris decided it was my turn.
"Ok, your turn!" He took an even bigger squirt of Herbal Essences
that I did earlier and ran it all over my body, starting with my
ankles and legs and working his was up. When he got to my penis,
to my surprise, he skipped it and continued on up my body, to my
torso, butt, and back. I didn't care though, this was still awesome.
After a little time of this, he revealed his master plan. He took
another squirt of soap into his hand and put the entire thing on
my dick. With that he said, "C'mon, Dewey, my ass needs a good
washing!"
	It took me no time at all to figure out what he meant. He
bent over in the tub so his ass was fully exposed, being showered
with water and soap. It looked so hot and sexy. In almost no time
at all I stuck my fully soaped dick into his ass and began to fuck.
It seemed even after one fuck session the night before he'd
loosened even further. If he was experienced as he says, I was
obviously the biggest thing to ever enter his butt because it made
him moan in pain and pleasure all at once. I grabbed his dick from
under his body as something to hold on to as I rammed my 8" cock
into his open asshole. I started to pick up speed, and with that,
he started to yell. "Oh, yeah! Dewey! C'mon, harder! Harder! Fuck
me harder!" I was very obliged to obey. I just made myself go
harder and harder as he yelled louder. I couldn't take it much
longer.
	"Chris, oh, yeah, baby! I am going to cum!"
	"Oh, yeah, Dewey! Cum in me!"
	I started fucking harder than ever. With one quick thrust
into him I shot my load into him. My cum went all over inside of
him, and dripped out of the space between his asshole and my
cock. I kept shooting and shooting; I must've shot 6 times into his
ass over the course of a 20 second erection. But I still wasn't
done. "Ok boy, your turn!" He stuck his penis out at me like a gun,
but this was a good gun; I wanted this one to shoot me.
	I still wasn't all the keen with anal sex, so I just decided to
pleasure him orally. I took all of his hardness into my mouth and
gave it such a massage that no one could compare. My tongue
caressed his throbbing cock as my saliva bathed it in a sea of
warmness. I knew he was coming close, but I didn't know how
close. But, my instincts were correct, because without warning, he
shot such a load down my throat that it made me choke trying to
swallow it all. I didn't get it all, though, a lot of it dripped down
my face and chest, which I with one hand rubbed all over myself.
	When I got up, Chris seemed ready. I single handedly took
the liberty of turning off the shower, and getting some towels.
We dried each other off, got dressed, did our hair, etc. After all
of our grooming there was nothing left to do.
	He approached me with a hearty smile. "So, you ready for
some breakfast?"