“.....making negative three over two equal x.......”
The bell signaled that the lunch period had started.
“And don't forget that you have a quiz over radicals tomorrow!” Mrs. Crown, the algebra 2 teacher, piped at the dispersing room of students.
I hated Mondays. Escpecially this Monday. I didn't want to get out of my bed this morning (or technically Lane's bed) and drive to the field house at 7:00 a.m. To practice running track. I really didn't want to see Charley but to my astonishment he wasn't there. He did leave many messages on my phone telling me that he was sorry for what he did.
But a part of me didn't want to hear sorrys. A part of me wanted him to do it again. I wanted with Charley what I had with--
“Whats up Brock?” Said a voice behind me. I quickly spun around to see who was talking to me.
I was in shock.
There was a beaming boy with blonde hair that brushed over his eyes in the left direction. He was 5'10 and had blue eyes. His flawless face was fair. With huge dimples. He wore a plaid Abercrombie and Fitch blue and yellow top, with a white undershirt. His tan hairy legs were covered with a pair of cargo shorts that went past his kneecaps. His presence excited every bone in my body. He was a jokester. He was my brother. He was Jeffrey Alan Roberts.
“Jeff!” I exclaimed. I went for a hug and he met me halfway. We embraced for a minute and then released. “What are you doing here?! Your supposed to be in Washington or whatever.”
“Haha my parents decided to move back. Boarding school didn't exactly stop me from being...well me.”
This was true. My friend usually got in trouble. Rich kid with ideas. Our sophomore year, he got arrested for stealing his dads car and wrecking it into the post office. That was talked about around school for awhile.
He was then sent to an all-boys boarding school for the remainder of his high school years, but that apparently didn't straighten him out.
For lunch we were having hamburgers and fries. I got myself a tray and sat down at the usual table. There was only one seat available next to me. I looked toward the lunch line and saw Jeff. He was talking to one of the lunch ladies. He finished talking and then turned our direction. He smiled and started walking to the table. I looked over his shoulder and saw Lane.
Lane was at the salad bar loading his plate with lettuce, tomatoes, and bacon bits. He topped his salad with ranch and then scanned the room.
I looked away, not wanting to catch his eye. Jeff sat down in the chair and struck up a conversation about the school and how much it has changed.
We laughed at his jokes and he listened to our stories. Lunch seemed to go by slower than usual but we didn't care. Luke decided that we should take a picture for the yearbook. Luke was a tall, dark, handsome, and had curly hair. He was another one of the 'popular' kids but one of the new ones.
I stood with my arms around Jeff and Brian and Scott. Luke took the picture and then another one. We would switched our positions. It was then, Brian on Scott's back. Jeff on mine. After the picture was done, Jeff slid down and then wrapped his arms around me. “Hey sexy!” He teased. He kissed my cheek and then let go.
Straight guys acting gay was something that was supposed to be funny at our school. So he got the whole room laughing at us. I looked around but couldn't find Lane anywhere. I took Jeffs hat and then ran out the door. This got another round of laughs. I ran outside and toward the band room. I glanced over my shoulder and seen Jeff a few feet behind me. He was fast.
I zoomed in the band room and attempted to shut the door. But Jeff threw his foot in and then slung the door open. I stumbled slightly and this gave him the advantage he needed. He tackled me on the floor and tried to wrestle me for the hat. I turned on my stomach and shoved the hat down my pants.
“ You shouldn't have done that.” He whispered. He then flipped me on my back and pinned both of my hands above my head. My shirt flew on my stomach. He had both of his knees on either side of me. I could have easily got my hands loose, but I wanted to know what he was going to do.
He grabbed my left nipple and squeezed it gently. He said, “Are you gonna give me my hat back?”
I laughed loud. He then breathed loudly, “ I guess i'll have to get it my self.”
I gasped quietly. Jeff's hands were on my crotch. He squeezed my dick and brought it life slowly. He massaged my hard-on and then unzipped me. He unzipped his cargo shorts and pulled out his cock. He had a thick penis that flopped down on my stomach.
It was uncircumcised with his light pink head poking out of the tip. It was dripping with pre-cum. He took his hand and rubbed the glistening drop around his head leaving it shiny. He had veins sticking out of this 8 inch dick and pulled the skin back and revealed the rest of this glory. He stroked his penis fast. Back and forth. I tried to sit up so I could get a better look at his thing. He pushed me back down and continued to stroke his penis. His breathing got ragged and he then started to roughly pump.
He squirted ALL over my stomach. He got off of me and pulled his shorts up. I again tried to sit up but was pushed back down.
“You ain't leaving until I clean off of your abs.”
This excited me. He bent over and true to his word started to lick off my stomach. He started in my belly button with the little pool that his sperm had recently made. He sucked out the puddle and then looked up at me. He licked up my stomach and then licked down my stomach. He kept eye contact with me while he mopped up my abs. He licked around my nipples and then met my face. We kissed deep but only for a second.
When he was done. He reached back into my pants got his hat, pretended to dust it off, and when he was done, he strolled out the door with me on my back with a steel rod in my pants.
After school, I went home to take a shower. I peeled off my sweaty track clothes ( I was too tired to change after practice) and threw them in the corner. I stepped into the cold jet of water and relaxed against the side of of the tub. I flipped on the warm and then I put my left leg in front of my right and began to wash it. Then I threw some shampoo in my hair and began to scrub vigorously.
I heard the door open and then close. I was going to see who it was but almost yelped as the shampoo burned into my eyes.
The curtain opened and I felt a hand grab me as they joined me in the shower. The curtain closed and now this person began to rub my ass.
I turned around and peeked through slits. It was Lane. He pulled me to him and hugged me tightly. It was almost too tight. “L-Lane.” I choked out. He hugged for a moment longer and then let go. He looked at me and then said, “Sorry love, do you want me to step out.”
I shook my head and then fell into his chest. He hugged me for a minute and then said, “We better wash up. Wouldn't want to waste the water.” I smiled and then took the washcloth from the shelf and threw it at him. He used it on himself, soaping up his body. I grabbed another rag and bent down to finish my feet.
He bent over and started to lick my asshole. I have never felt this good in my life. He stuck his tonge in and held it there taking up the heat in my ass. He used his tongue in ways i've never felt him use it. Flicking it in and out, up and down. This was too much for one day. I blew my load all over the wall and bottom. He withdrew his tongue.
I then felt soft wet fingers on the ring of my anus. He circled my hole before pushing it in there. He fingered me for a second and then withdrew it. I turned around to find him looking down at his cock, soaping it up.
I couldn't wait for him to ass fuck me. I bent further giving him full access to ass. He grabbed my hips and in one swift movement he rammed me in the ass with that 9 inch pole of his and kept ramming. He moaned louder and louder until he announced he was about to cum.
I felt his hot juice mix with the warm water and it felt amazing. We fell to the bottom of the tub in ecstasy. I turned the water off while dried us off with a towel. I went to my room with and threw on some boxers and a pair of shorts and a Hollister shirt.
I went downstairs to find him naked sitting on my couch, flipping through the channels. I sat his head in my lap as we watched a re-run of Law and Order.
After it was over he asked if he said he was going to go get something to wear. I let him up and once he was bounding up the stairs. My phone rang. It was an unknown number. I answered it and it was Jeffrey.
“Hey dude, are you busy.”
“Umm kind of, why?” I asked timidly.
“I was wondering if I could come over for awhile?”
This shocked me. I didn't want to ask Lane to leave “Uhhhh yeah.....sure.”
“Well thats good. Save me the drive back home.”
I was interrupted by a knock on the door. I dropped the phone and raced to the door. Jeff was standing on the other side with the same clothes from school plus a white hoodie on. That really made his eyes look amazing. He pushed himself past me and stood in front of the TV.
He looked at me with those eyes and went in to hug me. I was confused. What was he doing here? Why was he hugging me?
Then I felt his hand move down my back until it rested on my ass. I tried to pull back but knocked the plant by the door over. It landed with a loud bang. Jeff looked at me funny like I was crazy. He started a smile.
“ Whats going on down there” Lane said. Walking down the last few stairs with only a pair of my underwear on. He looked at Jeff and then at me. Jeff looked at Lane and then at me. I looked at both of them looking at me.
“Whats he doing here?!” They both asked.
“He.....Well......I....We.....” I couldn't finish a sentence.
They looked at each other for a long time.
I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and thought of the perfect explanation.
Three hot guys? Alone in the house? You know the next one will be hot!!!
Part 5 coming soon!!
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