My erotica

[GayinIndiana]

Do you like sexy fiction? I have typed out a number of chapters for a story loosely based on my life. It has a few hits on another forum and felt like sharing them here. Here's a taste of the first chapter:

Jock Strapped

A cloudy, warm Monday starts off the school week in northwest Indiana. Al arrives at school at 7:45 AM. Only 15 minutes remain until his first class starts. He walks down the hall and greets his friends. Al arrives at his locker and takes his textbooks out. The bell is about to ring, so Al heads to class at the far end of the school. He takes his assigned seat and awaits the teacher's first instructions. To everyone's surprise, no schoolwork is scheduled for today. Instead, the teacher makes it a movie day and pops in Ferris Bueller's Day Off. Al has never seen the movie before. As they get to the part where Ferris is in the shower, a strange feeling comes over Al. Why is he suddenly mesmerized by the sight of this young actor's shirtless body? Why can't he stop staring and feeling this warmth run through his veins? One of Al's classmates, a football player named Jake, notices Al's fixated look at the TV screen and chuckles. The movie progresses, and Al doesn't give much thought to what just happened, continuing to watch the movie.

Class ends at 9:45 AM. Al packs up his bookbag and heads out. As he heads to his next class, Al feels his bladder move, so he stops and uses the restroom. He enters one of the stalls and relieves himself. As he does, Al hears the bell ring, and realizes he's late to class. Al quickly zips his pants up, washes his hands, and exits the restroom. 

"Hey, Al". Al turns around to see who called for him, and it's Jake. 

"Oh, hey, Jake", Al exclaims. 

"Late for class?", Jake asks. 

"Yeah", Al replies, "I got to hurry and get going". 

"Come here a minute. I want to talk to you about something", Jake says. 

Al walks over to Jake. 

"So what was that in class today?", Jake asks. 

"What was what?", Al replies. 

"You looking at that guy like that", Jake exclaims. 

"I don't know", Al says. 

"You like guys or something, dude?", Jake asks. 

"Um, no", Al says nervously. 

"It's cool if you like guys, man, I'm not gonna hate", Jake says. 

Al stands there frozen, not even sure of himself and what he likes at this stage in his life. 

"Ever been with a guy?", Jake asks. 

"No", Al replies. 

"Wanna fuck?", Jake asks. 

"I got to go", Al replies. 

"You're already late. Come on, let's go somewhere". Jake exclaims. 

Al, not wanting to cause a scene, agrees and goes with Jake.

Jake and Al arrive in the gym's locker room. With everyone upstairs in the gym, both men walk into an office to the right that is mostly used to store sport equipment. Jake shuts and locks the door behind them. Al sits on a cushioned ottoman against the wall, his hands clenched together in his lap. 

"Nervous?", Jake asks, kicking off his sneakers. 

"A little", Al replies, a lump festering in his throat. Jake pulls his socks off, and Al looks down at Jake's large-sized feet. Standing there tall, looking at Al, Jake takes the hem of his shirt with both hands and pulls it up over his head. Al gazes in amazement at Jake's bare torso, smooth and athletically built. 

"This is what a real man looks like", Jake exclaims. He walks over to Al, who is nervously shaking inside. 

"It's okay", Jake says, taking one of Al's hands and placing it against his chest. Al's eyes grow wide, never having touched another male this way. He feels Jake's strong chest, the slightly spicy smell of Jake's skin moving towards him. 

"Touch me wherever you want", Jake exclaims. Al reaches with both hands and caresses Jake's chest. Jake licks his lips, feeling his nipples hardening under Al's palms. He takes Al by the head and pushes Al's face to his stomach. Jake's skin feels so warm and soft to Al. He kisses his stomach while rubbing Jake's nipples. Jake moans. 

"Oh yeah", he exclaims. Al sits up a bit and moves his mouth toward Jake's red nipples, kissing and licking them. Jake giggles, still holding Al by the head. 

"That's good", he exclaims. Al moves his mouth all over Jake, even around the edges of Jake's spicy armpits and down around again to his navel, sticking his tongue in it. 

"Oh", Jake moans, gripping Al's hair and tugging it. Jake feels all hot inside, while Al also feels his blood pumping and his heart beating fast inside his chest.

During this time of respite, one of their classmates, Tim, walks down to the locker room from upstairs. As he approaches his gym locker, Tim senses that someone is near. He turns and looks in the shower and the restroom, but sees no one. The main office in the locker room is unoccupied as well. Tim turns towards the empty office and walks in. He approaches the door to the storage room and sees Al and Jake through the half-closed blinds to the door's window. Tim is surprised at what he's witnessing, but stands back and watches. Al, oblivious to the fact they're being watched, arrives at Jake's jeans. Jake looks down at Al with a grin on his face. Without a word, Jake tells Al what to do with his eyes. Al looks on approvingly, and reaches for Jake's belt. He pops open the buckle and Jake pulls his belt back to loosen the jeans. Al then reaches for the button, pops it, and pulls the zipper down. He pulls the flaps open, revealing Jake's red plaid boxers. Jake eases his jeans down and they fall to his ankles. 

Al looks back up at Jake, seeing the want in his eyes, then looks forward and takes the boxers by the waistband, pulling them down off of Jake's hips. Jake's cock flops out, his balls slightly jiggling. Al looks in awe at how large Jake's cock is, cut and at least a good 7 inches or so. Tim, who is still watching from the door, opens his mouth in astonishment as well. Al sits back with his hands on his thighs, still in somewhat of a frozen panic. 

"Go on, suck on it", Jake demands.

Al reaches with one hand and grasps Jake's cock, which is engorged and pulsating in his hand. He leans forward, mouth open, and the meaty head meets Al's lips. Jake quivers, exhaling sharply. The taste of Jake's cock is both juicy and spicy, a flavor Al has never sensed before. He pushes his lips forward to take more skin in his mouth. 

"Ah yeah", Jake moans, his head arched back and smiling. Tim gets hot watching Al suck Jake and reaches in his gym shorts to fondle himself. Al moves his head back and forth, saliva running out from the corners of his lips, as he puts more suction on Jake's hard cock. 

"Like that cock, boy?", Jake asks. Al looks up at Jake and winks. 

"Love on my balls too", Jake demands. Al pulls away, Jake's cock still in his hand, and takes a hold of Jake's balls in his other hand. He fiddles with them, making them bounce, then takes them in his mouth, jerking Jake at the same time. 

"God", Jake moans. A salty, spicy taste hits Al's tongue as he sucks Jake's balls. Al spits them out and runs his tongue under Jake's cock and back up towards the head, licking the drop of precum from the tip. Tim is hard, jacking himself through his shorts, a look of amazement at how good Al is servicing Jake. 

"Ooh", Tim mouths. 

Al's mouth feels dry, but Jake wants more. He forces Al's mouth down the shaft of his cock, until Al's face is at his sparsely red-haired pubes. 

"Suck it, faggot", Jake demands. Al's eyes become watery as he gags on Jake's cock, feeling it fill up his throat. 

"Damn", Tim utters, squeezing his own cock. 

Al, his face resting against Jake's crotch, tries to put as much friction as he can. 

"That's a good boy", Jake exclaims. Jake pulls Al's head back and allows him to catch his breath. Al gasps and wipes the tears from his eyes. Jake's cock hangs there, soaked with Al's spit.

Al regains his composure, only to realize that they're not finished. Jake turns around. 

"Eat my ass", Jake demands, bending over and sticking his ass in Al's face. Al gets an eyeful of Jake's thick buttocks, his crack slightly parted. With some hesitance, Al grabs Jake's buttocks and spreads them apart, exposing Jake's brown hole. The spicy musk from it hits Al's nostrils, the scent suddenly taking his anxiety away. Al leans forward and licks Jake's hole. 

"Ah", Jake moans, feeling Al's warm tongue on his hole. The taste is unreal, tangy like a sour fruit, but Al keeps licking. 

"Oh yeah, get in there, man", Jake exclaims. 

"Yeah", Tim mouths, reaching further into his shorts to rub his own hole as he watches Al rim Jake. 

Jake pushes Al's face deeper into his asscrack, til Al's nose is against it and his mouth around the opening. 

"Fuckin' eat it, bad boy", Jake exclaims. Al mouths and sucks the edges of Jake's hole and continues to flick his tongue repeatedly. 

"Oh oh, yeah", Jake moans. Al reaches over and grabs Jake's cock, jerking it as he eats Jake out. 

"Fuck", Jake moans. Sweat beads begin to emanate from Jake's buttcrack, and Al runs his tongue through it to catch the sweat. 

"Mmm, dirty boy", Jake exclaims. Tim, watching, rubs his hole and feels a drop of precum seeping from the pisshole of his cock. Al, his face covered with both his and Jake's sweat, leans back to take a breather. 

"How do I taste, faggot?", Jake asks. 

"Salty, tangy, I guess", Al shrugs his shoulders in response. 

"Yeah? Like the taste of my dick and ass, do ya?", Jake exclaims, "Now take your pants off and let me taste you". 

Al, compliant, pulls his pants and white briefs down. Jake looks down at Al's cock and raises his eyebrows. 

"Got some dick to ya, but I want that ass. Turn around", Jake demands. 

Al turns around and kneels on the ottoman. 

"Spread it", Jake demands. Al pulls apart his buttcheeks, revealing his smooth virgin hole. 

"Damn", Jake exclaims. Tim can also see Al's hole from his viewpoint and loves what he sees. Jake kneels down behind Al and takes handfuls of Al's firm buttocks, rubbing them. He then sticks his face down in Al's crack and begins licking it lovingly. 

"Oh Jake", Al moans, the warmth of Jake's breath and tongue on his pink hole. Al's hole tastes sweet to Jake, who digs deeper and kisses and prods the tight sphincter. Al braces himself with his hands on the wall and arches back, giving Jake a faceful of his ass. 

"Mmm, mmm", Jake grumbles, getting more excited as he eats Al out.

Jake takes one of his thick fingers and presses the tip into Al's spit-covered hole. Al winces, feeling pressure against his hole. 

"Ever had anything up there?", Jake asks. Al nods his head no. Jake presses harder until he feels the sphincter pop, accepting his knuckles and sliding in with ease. Al gasps. Tim too is amazed at how eager Al's hole was to be penetrated. Jake pushes in harder and gets a good feel of Al's insides. Al breaths heavy, still processing the feeling of Jake's finger in his ass. 

"Like that?" Jake asks. 

"Be careful", Al replies. 

"Yeah?", Jake exclaims, sliding his finger back and forth in Al's hole, watching the sphincter bow in and out. Al whimpers, his hole still tight and slightly painful. 

"Maybe you just need to be loosened up with something bigger", Jake exclaims. Jake stands up and pulls Al to his feet. 

"Bend over", Jake demands. Al bends over, his hands pressed into the ottoman. Jake stands behind Al, dick in hand, and inches towards Al's hole. Al can feel Jake nearing him. 

"Aren't you gonna use a condom? Teacher said that wearing one protects against STDs", Al says. 

"Don't got one, but I'm a virgin too and won't give you no disease", Jake replies. 

With reluctance, Al keeps his position as Jake pushes his big cock into Al's hole. Al moans as he feels Jake's cock stretch his hole, sliding deeper and deeper til it can't go any further. 

"Fuck, you're so tight", Jake exclaims. 

Tim is very turned on seeing Jake inside Al. He pulls his gym shorts down a bit to freely jack himself off. Al holds his ass, feeling how Jake's cock fills him up.

"Ready to get fucked?", Jake asks. Al nods his head yes. Jake takes Al by the waist and gently rocks his hips back and forth. The friction loosens up Al's hole, easing the pain to where Al feels relaxed. He reaches down with one hand and jacks himself as Jake continues to thrust. Jake slaps Al's ass, making him jump. 

"Gimme that ass", Jake exclaims. Jake pushes in and pulls back several times, almost making Al fall over. Jake picks up some speed, making their skin claps together. 

"Like that fucking dick in your ass, faggot?", Jake exclaims. 

"Oh yes", Al moans. 

"Yeah? Like big dudes fucking you?", Jake exclaims, beginning to pound harder. 

"Oh Jake, oh Jake, oh Jake", Al says under his breath, feeling Jake slam into him harder and harder. 

Tim jerks himself harder at the sight of Al getting nailed. 

Jake lets Al have it, their skin clapping together louder as Jake pistons Al's hole. 

"Oh, oh, oh", Al moans, the top of his head and the palms of his hands pressed against the wall, bracing himself against the impact. Al's buttocks ripple with each slam. Jake, a devilish look on his face, bites his lip as he gives a few more forceful thrusts. 

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!", he grunts. 

Tim feels the urge to cum and quietly shoots his load on the door frame, ecstasy etched across his face. Al feels pressure well up inside him, and before long, he too shoots his load, all over the floor. Jake's eyes roll back and shoots his hot load deep inside Al. 

"Oh yeah", Jake grumbles, feeling the release. Al, still hunkered over, licks his lips and swallows the lump in his throat, trying to catch his breath. Jake pulls his cock out of Al and watches his cum leak out of Al's busted hole. 

"Nice and fucked", Jake exclaims. 

Tim, not wanting to get caught, pulls his shorts back up and walks out of the locker room. 

Al's legs quiver as he puts his pants and underwear back on. Jake redresses himself and smiles at Al. 

"Good fucking with you", he exclaims. 

Jake exits the storage room and heads to his class. Al lags behind, still trying to walk right. He takes the time to wipe up his mess off the floor, not wanting anyone to find out what happened. As he exits the storage room, Al sees white matter on the bottom of the door, and realizes that somebody had been watching them. With a nervous look on his face, Al hurries out and heads to class, thinking of an excuse as to why he was late.

[GayinIndiana]

Punked Out

Social studies class is already in procession. Al races in to find everyone at their seats, working on their papers. 

"Where were you?", the teacher exclaims. 

"I was in the nurse's office. Felt a little queasy, but I'm okay now", Al lies. 

"Take your seat and work on this assignment", the teacher demands. 

Al takes his seat and puts his bookbag next to him. Tim shares the same social studies class and is seated in the desk diagonal from him. He looks over and smiles at Al, knowing why Al was late. Al turns his head slightly and sees Tim's grin, but doesn't think much of it and focuses on his paper. Class ends at 11:30 AM, and Al has finished up his assignment and hands it in. The rest of the class leaves for lunch while the teacher talks to Al and hands him his homework. 

"Have a good day, and don't be late next time", the social studies teacher says. 

"I won't", Al replies. 

The hallway is almost empty, with everyone packing the cafeteria. Al heads for the stairs. 

"Al", cries out a voice. Al turns around and it's Tim. 

"Oh, hi, Tim", Al says. 

"Whatcha doin'?", Tim asks. 

"Going to grab lunch", Al replies. 

"That the only thing you're gonna grab?", Tim asks, smiling. 

"What do you mean?", Al replies. 

"I saw you and Jake earlier. How was that dick, champ?", Tim says. 

"That was you?", Al asks. 

"Yep, and maybe it'll be in you next", Tim exclaims. 

"No thanks, Tim, I gotta go", Al says. 

"You know you want me", Tim exclaims, "I see it in your eyes". 

"Yeah right", Al replies. 

"Oh Jake, oh Jake, oh Jake", Tim says mockingly. 

"You're gross", Al exclaims, walking up the stairs. 

"You're gonna have to give it up to me sometime", Tim says, smiling and snickering.

Al walks away and finds a quiet spot to eat his lunch. Tim, on the other hand, skips lunch, and heads to the place where a hot act occurred a short time ago - the locker room. He walks in, the air still heavy with the stench of young man sweat. Nobody is there, so Tim walks into the storage room and locks the door behind him. He sits on the ottoman in a state of euphoria, envisioning the moment he watched Jake fuck Al. He dreams that it's him fucking Al instead. Tim slides his shoes off and gets comfortable in the seat. He rubs the front of his blue jeans, feeling his cock gradually hardening. Tim pops the button and unzips his jeans, opening the flaps to reveal his bulge poking through his white briefs. He rubs his bulge through the soft cotton, getting harder by the second. Tim then slides his jeans and underwear down onto the floor. He takes his cock in hand and slowly jerks himself while rubbing his balls. Tim envisions Al deepthroating Jake's hard cock, feeling his own cock growing rock solid. 

"Oh", Tim moans.

 The way Al ate Jake's ass also floods Tim's mind, and he reaches down to rub the surface of his hole in circular motions. 

"Oh Al, come down here and play with me", Tim mutters. 

He gets more excited, licking his fingers before pressing them into his hole. Soon, Tim has his fingers inside himself and proceeds to piston them. He becomes hot and tingly the more he stimulates himself. 

"Oh come on, Al, give it to me", Tim whispers under his breath. 

Tim jacks and fingers himself harder, envisioning how hard of a pounding Jake gave Al, wishing it were him pounding Al. Tim, legs up in the air, speeds up and fingers himself hard, his cock about to burst from the punches to his prostate. He squeezes his cock and the pressure and excitement cause Tim to shoot his load all over the front of his sweatshirt. 

"Oh", Tim hollers, his eyes rolled back. 

Cum leaks down from the head and down his balls and taint. He pulls his fingers out of his ass and drops his legs down, breathless and winded. 

"Oh yeah", Tim whispers, "Let's fuck, Al, let's fuck!". 

After regaining his composure, Tim cleans up and puts his jeans, underwear and shoes back on. While leaving, Tim thinks of a way he can get Al alone and to himself.

Tim has an idea. The next time gym class starts is Wednesday. He hopes he can wait 2 more days to enact his plan. The thought of doing so makes Tim shake his head in glee. Two days pass, and the time is here. Gym class starts at 10 AM. Students change into their gym clothes and head upstairs for a game of basketball. Al stays behind, changing himself in another room. After getting into his uniform, Al heads for the stairs. He exits the office and walks past the lockers. As Al approaches the back door leading upstairs, he hears a voice call out. 

"Hey". Al turns around, and Tim steps out from behind a row of lockers, completely naked, holding and stroking his cock. Al has a concerned look on his face. 

"T-Tim, what are you doing?", Al stutters. 

"Waiting to fuck you", Tim replies. 

"I'm gonna tell the teacher", Al exclaims. 

Al tries to walk away, but Tim grabs him by the ass. 

"Ah ah ah, not so fast, Al", Tim exclaims. He pulls Al to him, standing behind him. Tim wraps one arm around Al, pinning Al's arms to his sides, while covering Al's mouth with the other hand. 

"I have waited so long for this and we're gonna fuck", Tim whispers in Al's ear. He reaches down into Al's shorts and smooths his fingers down Al's crack, rubbing his hole. Al, restrained, shakes his head in disapproval. 

"Al, please", Tim pleads. He pulls Al's shorts down and rubs his cock against it. 

"Shhh, shhh, shhh", Tim whispers, "Don't fight me, Al, don't". 

Al, overpowered, gives in to Tim's demands. Tim releases Al from his hold and spins him around. Al looks at Tim's naked body, which has a bit of a farmer's tan. 

"Like what you see?", Tim asks. Al says nothing. 

"Take your clothes off", Tim demands. Al slips his shoes off and pulls off his socks. 

"There you go", Tim exclaims. He helps pull Al's shirt off and yanks his shorts down. Al slides his underwear down and steps out of them. Tim, jerking himself, licks his lips in awe. 

"Mmm, that's nice" Tim exclaims.

 
He grabs Al's ass and fondles Al's crotch. 

"Gotta get you all warmed up", Tim exclaims. Al, feeling sunken, doesn't flinch. 

"Lay on the bench", Tim demands. Al walks over and lays flat on the bench in front of the lockers. Tim walks over and presses one of his bare feet on Al's face. 

"Lick my feet, fag", Tim demands. Al can smell and taste the sweat on Tim's flesh. Tim rubs his foot over Al's nose and mouth. 

"Come on", Tim demands. Al sticks his tongue out and licks the sole of Tim's foot. 

"There you go", Tim exclaims. Tim presses his toes into Al's mouth. 

"Suck 'em", Tim demands. Al obliges. Tim switches to the other foot and Al does the same to it. 

"You dirty fuck", Tim exclaims.

Tim stands over Al, lowering his cock to Al's mouth. 

"Open up", Tim says. Al opens his mouth partly, feeling the head of Tim's moist cock slide past his lips. Tim shoves it deeper until Al takes more of it. 

"Oh", Tim moans, "Suck it, Al, suck it". 

Al puts a bit of suction to Tim's cock, in which Tim lightly slaps Al in the face. 

"Suck it, fag boy", Tim demands. Al complies and sucks it harder. 

"God", Tim moans, twiddling his nipples in excitement. The flavor of Tim's cock is rubbery, yet salty. Al feels the head hitting his uvula like a punching bag. 

"Get my balls", Tim demands. 

He pulls out and hangs his balls over Al's face. Al smells the sweat, arching his head up to reach Tim's balls. He takes them in his mouth as Tim jacks his cock. 

"Mmm", Tim moans, "Fuckin' love on those balls". 

Al reaches and holds Tim's legs as he sucks his balls, the salty taste covering his tongue. Tim stands up and turns around. He lowers his ass down on Al's face, pinning his head to the bench. 

"Eat my ass, boy", Tim demands. 

Tim's hole is flush against Al's mouth, almost smothering him, the musky scent and taste flooding his brain. Al holds Tim by the asscheeks and begins licking his hole. 

"Oh God", Tim moans, "give it to me, Al". 

Al flicks his tongue repeatedly, lapping up the sweat from Tim's brown hole. 

"Oh, you dirty little whore boy", Tim moans. 

Tim rocks his ass back and forth, riding Al's face. The sweat and musk cover Al's nose and lips as Al eats Tim out more vigorously. Tim rolls his eyes and shakes his head, so glad that he got Al to do this. 

"Oh", Tim hollers, jacking himself feverishly. 

Tim squeezes his cock, feeling the need to cum, but edges himself. He stands up and regains composure, touching his sweaty chest and catching his breath.

Al, still laying on the bench, is given his next command. 

"Lift your legs up", Tim demands. 

Though the bench is narrow, Al is able to lift his legs up and hold his position. Tim scoots in and takes Al by the thighs, lifting his ass up a bit higher. What Tim craves is finally within his grasp - Al's pink hole. 

"Look at that", Tim exclaims, licking his lips and sweating profusely. He rubs the surface of Al's hole to feel how tight it is, then sticks his mouth to it. 

"Mmm, mmm", Tim grumbles, tasting the sweet scent of Al's mildly sweaty hole. Al gasps, reaching back to brace himself on the bench with one hand as he touches Tim's shaved head with the other. Tim lovingly licks all around Al's hole and up to his taint, and back down again. Al sighs, the warmth of Tim's mouth all over his hole. Tim digs his face deeper into Al's ass, munching it vigorously. Al forces Tim's face down. 

"Oh my God", Al whispers. 

Tim laps up the flavor of Al's hole, his nose against Al's taint. Al feels his legs quiver the more forceful Tim gets. Tim brings himself up to catch his breath, his eyes a bit watery. He reaches down with his right hand and pushes his fingertips to Al's loose hole. Al winces, feeling the pressure coming in. Tim's fingers finally make entry, sliding down deeper inside Al. 

"Mmm, you're so fuckin' tight", Tim utters. 

Tim takes his free hand and fondles Al's crotch, grabbing his balls before locking his hand around Al's cock. Al feels his cock hardening as Tim pistons his fingers inside him. His prostate becomes ticklish and alert. 

"Ooh", Al moans. "You like that?", Tim asks. Al shakes his head approvingly. He moans as Tim jerks him softly and fingers him. 

Soon, Tim picks up speed and finger-blasts Al, the sloshing sound of the friction bouncing off the lockers. Al's eyes widen and he gasps, mouth open and huffing. 

"Ooh, that's hot", Tim grumbles. With Al hot and hard, Tim pulls his fingers out and grabs his cock. He bends down at the knees and pushes his cock into Al's hole. Al gasps, his busted sphincter sucking it in. Tim gets all the way inside Al and holds him by the ankles, beginning to thrust. 

"Fucking tight asshole", Tim exclaims. Al whimpers as Tim fucks him, reaching down to jerk himself. His feet dangle in the air. Tim puts them together and sucks on Al's toes. 

"Ah, that's so hot", Al moans. 

"Soft little feet", Tim says. 

"Yeah?", Al exclaims. 

Tim spreads Al's legs apart and looks down at the penetration. 

"Oh, that looks so good, sliding back and forth like that", Tim says. 

Al has one arm behind his head and reaches with the other hand to touch Tim's sweaty chest. 

"God, Tim, please fuck me", Al begs, the want in his eyes widening behind the tears. 

"Yeah? Want Tim to fuck ya?", Tim exclaims. 

He lowers his hands and grabs a hold of the backs of Al's knees, pulling Al forward and thrusting harder. The sound of their sweaty skin clapping together echoes off the lockers. Al gasps, feeling Tim's cock ram him. 

"Raaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!!!!", Tim grunts, laying into Al with all his might. 

Al hollers as Tim tears him up, his ass getting more sore. Pressure mounts in Al's cock, and he climaxes as cum spews from the head and all over his chest and stomach. Tim gives a few final hard thrusts and jabs Al hard, feeling his own cum burst from within and into Al's busted hole. Both men gasp with ecstasy. Tim leans over Al, sweat dripping down his arms and torso. Al touches Tim's face, too exhausted to utter a word. 

"How was that for a fuck?", Tim asks. Al, eyes fluttering, can't bring himself to speak, but suddenly feels a bit dirty for what he's done. He pushes Tim off of him and wipes the sweat from his body before putting his clothes back on. 

"Did I fuck you real good?", Tim asks. 

"Yeah", Al says shyly. 

Taking a few breaths, Al sits up and heads upstairs to finish gym class. Tim, still naked, watches as Al walks away. 

"Whenever you want it", Tim smiles and chuckles. Al rolls his eyes and heads up the steps, having mixed thoughts about everything that has transpired today. 

Tim wipes himself off with a towel and redresses. "God, I got to get that more often", he exclaims, "That kid is good". Tim smiles and heads upstairs to gym class, still mildly aroused from his encounter with Al. He eagerly anticipates the thought of seducing Al more often and patiently waits for another opportunity.

[GayinIndiana]

Stud Run

Thursday starts off dark and rainy. Al arrives at school at his usual time of 7:45 AM and shakes off his raincoat before putting it in his locker. The past few days, Al has been feeling a bit off about being at school, and thinks it has to do with having to see Jake and Tim after their spontaneous encounters. Al still tries to process how he was driven to do such a thing, at school, nonetheless. He shrugs his shoulders and hopes for the best today. Al arrives to class and sits in his seat. The usual gang of students are there, including Jake and Tim. The teacher mentions that they have to go on a field trip today and pack up their stuff to leave. Al insists on staying, more interested on his schoolwork than tracking out in the rain. His teacher agrees to let Al stay and heads out with the rest of the class, minus Richy, who is behind on his schoolwork and has to stay to make up for it. Al listens as the sound of the students chattering grows fainter as they leave the building. Soon, Al and Richy are left alone in the classroom.

"Hey, Al", Richy whispers.

"Yeah?", Al whispers back.

"Whatcha doin'?", Richy asks.

"Just answering the questions on this paper", Al replies.

Richy is a tall, masculine guy with a pretty face. He is a bit slow, but friendly. "So what do you say we get out of here?", Richy asks.

"I don't know, I have to finish this paper", Al replies.

"Fuck that shit, let's go get into some stuff", Richy exclaims.

"I don't want any trouble", Al says.

"We won't get in no trouble, man, I'm your friend", Richy exclaims. Al shakes his head slightly. 

"You're my friend, aren't ya?", Richy asks.

"I guess", Al replies.

"I wanna be your friend", Richy exclaims.

Al, although not the kind of friend Richy usually has, takes upon Richy's offer. 

"Yeah, I can be your friend, but you'll have to do something for me first". Al walks over and sits next to Richy. Richy looks at Al.

"And what's that?", Richy asks. 

Al, slightly raising his eyebrows at Richy, reaches over and moves his hand on Richy's thigh. Richy flinches. 

"Whoa, what are you doing?!", Richy exclaims, "Are you some kind of faggot?". 

"No, I just wanna be your buddy", Al says, "You're my buddy, right?". 

"I don't do none of that fag shit", Richy exclaims, a disgusted look on his face. 

"Just wanting to help a friend out. We're friends after all", Al says. 

Al can't believe how aroused and daring he's being, but can't stop, and reaches over and grab's Richy's crotch. Richy smacks Al's hand.

 

"Stop!", he yells. 

"You're getting hard", Al laughs.

"Fucking faggot, quit touching me", Richy exclaims. 

"No one will know, Richy", Al says. He reaches over a third time and gets a handful of Richy's bulge. A small scuffle ensues. 

"I'm gonna fuckin' kill you", Richy exclaims, his fist raised. 

"No you're not", Al replies, "we're gonna have fun like you said we would". 

"Not that kinda fun", Richy says. 

"So you admit that's it fun", Al replies. 

"You are seriously fucked up", Richy exclaims. 

Al reaches down a fourth time and squeezes. Richy writhes in pain, trying not to scream. 

"If I let you suck my dick, will you stop hurting me?", Richy says in a high voice. 

"Yes", Al replies. Al releases his grip on Richy's crotch and lets him breathe. 

"Where we gonna do this at?", Richy asks nervously. 

"We can go in the dark room", Al replies. 

"I'm kinda scared", Richy says. 

"We won't get caught", Al assures.

Al and Richy walk into the dark room at the front end of the classroom. 

"There's no door", Richy exclaims. 

"Don't worry, everyone is gone and won't be back for awhile", Al assures Richy. 

Richy leans against one of the cabinets, hands braced against it, and kicks off his shoes and socks. Al stands in front of him and reaches into Richy's shorts. Richy quivers as Al grabs his erect penis, rubbing it in his hand. 

"Do you like that?", Al asks. 

"It's good", Richy replies, voice quaking. 

Richy leans over and takes Al's face with both hands and kisses his lips. His warm breath fills Al's mouth, who reciprocates and passionately kisses Richy.

The taste of Richy's breath is smoky yet intoxicating. Richy leans back and takes the hem of his shirt and pulls it up over his head, exposing his smooth torso. Al can smell the deodorant under Richy's sparsely haired pits, and it floods his mind. He takes his hand out and pulls down Richy's silky shorts and purple briefs. Al stands back up and locks lips with Richy, touching Richy's chest as he does. He smooths his hands down Richy's chest and to his stomach, still lip-locked. Al then moves down and puts his lips all over Richy.

"Oh boy", Richy moans. 

Al pays close attention to Richy's deep navel, sticking his tongue in it. Richy begins to sweat. Al moves up towards Richy's brown nipples, already erect, and nibbles on them. Richy moans, putting his hands behind his head. With Richy's armpits open, Al can smell that the deodorant is wearing off the more Richy sweats. The intoxicating smell makes Al more ravenous, and kneels down to meet Richy's hard cock. He takes Richy's cock in hand, feeling how it throbs, and looks up at Richy with a smile. 

"Suck me like you promised", Richy demands. 

Al moves his mouth closer and engulfs the head of Richy's cock. 

"Mmm", Richy moans. 

Al braces himself against Richy's thighs and pushes his face closer to Richy's pubes, taking the entire length of Richy's cock in his mouth. 

"God", Richy exclaims, "You're a horny little faggot". 

Al gags on Richy's cock, tears welling up in his eyes. Richy forces Al's head down, holding it in place while thrusting his cock in Al's mouth. 

"Fucking choke on my cock", Richy exclaims. 

Al's nose is pressed against Richy's pubes and he can smell his scent. The salty flavor of Richy's cock fills Al's mouth, his tongue on overload. Precum begins to seep from Richy's pisshole, slightly burning the back of Al's throat. 

"You like that dick", Richy exclaims. 

Al grabs Richy's balls and moves them in his hands. The feeling tickles Richy, who squirms slightly. AL pulls away and comes up for air, wiping the tears from his eyes. 

"You okay, bro?", Richy asks. 

Al nods his head. "Yeah, I'm good", Al replies.

After taking a short respite, Al wants more than just Richy's sweet cock. 

"Turn around", Al demands. 

"Why?", Richy asks. 

"I want to lick your asshole", Al exclaims. 

"You really are a faggot", Richy exclaims. 

Richy turns around, bends over slightly, and puts his elbows on the cabinet top. Al kneels back down and moves Richy's legs apart a bit. Richy turns his head back slightly to see what Al is doing. Al parts Richy's buttcheeks and gets a glance at Richy's brown hole, before pressing his salivating lips to it, kissing and tonguing it lovingly.

"Ah", Richy moans. 

The musk of Richy's hole is just the right amount, and Al loves the smell and taste of it. He pushes his face deeper in Richy's crack, his hands on Richy's buttcheeks like a handle. Al laps his tongue hard and faster. 

"Yeah, oh yeah", Richy moans, "You dirty little fuck boy". 

Richy pushes Al's face to his ass, gripping Al's brown hair and rubbing his butt in Al's face. Al clenches Richy's cock from underneath and jacks it while sucking Richy's asshole. Richy sighs and feels the urge to ejaculate. 

"Dude, I think I'm gonna cum", Richy says. 

"Not yet", Al replies. 

"What do you mean? I'm about to shoot my load", Richy exclaims. 

Al grips the base of Richy's cock, edging him from cumming. 

"I have more to show you yet", Al replies. Richy's body quivers, the excitement suddenly halted.

"Dude, I'm done", Richy exclaims, "No more of this shit". 

"We haven't even gotten to the best part", Al exclaims. 

"What the fuck?", Richy exclaims, "I'm not fucking gay". 

"You will be", Al replies. 

Richy doubles up his fist and acts like he's going to hit Al, but Al stops him short of doing so, lowering his shorts and briefs and showing Richy his smooth bubble butt. Richy puts his arm down, gazing at how smooth and round Al's ass is. He licks his lips, his forehead starting to sweat. 

"You can have this all you want", Al exclaims, spreading his ass cheeks apart to show Richy his pink hole. Richy's eyes widen.

"Damn, that looks better than some of the pussy I've had", Richy exclaims. 

Al smiles. Richy walks up and grabs a feel of Al's firm buttocks. Al gasps, loving the feeling of Richy's strong hand on his ass. Richy walks Al over to the cabinet and lifts him up onto the countertop. Al hunkers down on his knees and lowers his head, keeping his ass spread for Richy. 

"Fuckin' hot ass", Richy exclaims, moving his face to Al's crack. Richy sticks his tongue to Al's hole and is met by a new, sweet taste. He inhales sharply through his nose to take in the scent around him and jabs Al's hole with the tip of his tongue repeatedly.

"Oh Richy", Al moans, reaching back to jack his cock. 

"Mmm, mmm", Richy grumbles, mouthing Al's hole and eating it good. Al's blood gets super-hot and he rolls his eyes. 

"Eat my ass, Richy", Al moans, pushing Richy's face to his crack. Richy's nose is pressed against Al's crack and flips his tongue over and over, really getting into it. Al's head falls to the countertop, sighing and feeling ticklish. Richy puts more suction on Al's hole, eating it faster and more vigorous. 

"Oh my God", Al moans. Richy takes the pads of his fingers and begins rubbing Al's hole, feeling how loose he's gotten it. 

"Yeah, good, busted pussy", Richy exclaims. He sticks his fingertips in the loosened sphincter and pushes in deep. Al gasps and lets out a sigh of pleasure, feeling Richy's thick knuckles pass in so easily. 

"Finger me, Richy", Al begs. Richy looks on leeringly, watching his fingers move back and forth in Al's hole.

"God that's hot", Richy exclaims. 

"Yeah? Like that ass?", Al asks. 

"Fuck yeah, it's mine now", Richy replies. 

Richy picks up speed and rams Al's hole harder with two fingers. Al bites down on the padded covering on the countertop. "Rrrrrrrrrr", Al grunts.

"Ah yeah", Richy exclaims, really digging it. Al feels Richy nail his prostate with his fingers and rolls his eyes back in a fixed state of ecstasy. Al edges his cock, trying not to cum. The sloshing of saliva on Al's hole becomes audible the more forceful Richy is. Suddenly, Richy halts, sticking his fingers down and holding them in place. Al jolts. "Got you where I want you", Richy exclaims. Al's body quivers, feeling like he's been hit with an electric shock. Richy pulls out his fingers and jumps up on the countertop. 

"Want me to fuck that ass?", Richy asks, with a sly look on his face. 

"Please do", Al replies, "Fuck me like you fuck those girls". 

Al turns over on the countertop, laying flat on his back. Richy scoots in on his knees and lifts Al's legs up. "Ready for big Richy to fuck ya hard?", Richy asks.

"Give it to me", Al begs. Richy angles his cock down and slides it into Al, who immediately opens his mouth and gasps. "Yes", Al whispers, feeling Richy's cock fill him up. Richy leans over Al, who wraps his legs around Richy's lower back. The smell of Richy's sweaty body almost suffocates Al, but he loves the smell. Richy slowly humps Al, rocking back and forth in a loving wave.

"Like that?", Richy asks.

"Uh huh", Al replies. Al grabs the balls of Richy's shoulders and feels Richy riding him harder, Richy's sweat soaking the front of his T-shirt.

"Oh yeah", Al moans.

"Who's your daddy?", Richy exclaims.

"You are", Al moans. Richy, a devilish look on his face, swoops up Al's legs, pinning them down with his arms, and rides Al hard. The plop of Richy nailing Al's hole makes a loud sound as Richy pounds Al.

"Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, oh my God, Richy", Al hollers, his hole taking a rough beating. Richy grunts loud and jackhammers Al's hole. Al's eyes roll back, his face fixed in a state of utter bliss. The force threatens to tear Al's ass, his cock rock hard from the punches to his prostate. Al suddenly cums, the white liquid shooting with enough force to hit him in the face. Richy grinds his teeth, laying into Al with his final hard thrusts. "I'm gonna cum", Richy hollers. Richy immediately pulls out and quickly climbs over Al, beating his cock on Al's mouth. Al opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue, awaiting Richy's load.

"Ah, oh, oh", Richy moans. He jacks his cock hard and finally shoots a hot load on Al's tongue. Al lovingly laps up Richy's sticky load and swallows. "Oh, good boy", Richy exclaims, pleased that Al took his load. Al is very sore and busted but manages to turn over and place his feet on the ground. "Oh, my ass", Al exclaims. "You just got fucked", Richy exclaims, almost laughing.

"Felt so damn good", Al replies. Al finds a roll of paper towel and uses a piece to wipe off his face and legs before redressing. "Gimme that", Richy exclaims. Richy takes some paper towel and wipes the sweat from his body before putting his clothes back on. Al uses some remaining paper towel to clean off the countertop, which is covered in sweat and semen. Both men return to their seats, acting as if nothing happened. Al, though, feels satisfied and hopes to be Richy's dirty little secret from thereon forward. Al manages to finish his paper before the class returns from their field trip. The class walks in.

"Did you get your paper done?", the teacher asks.

"Yes, ma'am", Al replies.

"Richy also wrecked my ass while everyone was gone", Al says in his mind.

 

"Good", the teacher replies. The bell rings and it is time for Al's next class. By chance, he and Richy are the last to leave.

 

"Hey, Richy", Al says.

"Whaddup?", Richy replies.

 

"We should have some fun again soon", Al says.

"Yeah, that's be great", Richy replies.

Al smiles at Richy, who winks at Al as he walks the opposite direction. Al suddenly feels the soreness setting in and goes to the restroom to examine his ass. "Fuck", Al exclaims, "He really wrecked me". Al limps out of the restroom and walks to his next class.

Edited February 19, 2022 by GayinIndiana