Although Tim was tired and his jaw and throat ached, he had a certain bounce the next day at school. Thrilled with the prior evening, he was more cheerful and more upbeat than his friends were used to seeing. He also was much hornier than usual, and the different boys that he saw all day at school were having a headier effect on him than normal. Over the morning he had begun to think of all the guys he knew that at one time or another he had taken an interest in. Now that he done the "real thing" with Anthony, it had had such an effect on him - in addition to his wanting to have sex with Anthony again as soon as he could - that he wanted other fantasies of his to come true too. As he peaked around his history class from his back row seat, his head swam thinking how many different kinds of guys appealed to him. There was Matt in the number one spot, the giant Adonis whose massive knee was jutting out from the desk just a few feet from him. A couple seats up was Chad, a blond jock who was also starting to lift and had an awesome face to boot. And Jorge, his shortstop friend who was Spanish or Italian or something and had a real thick body - especially his butt, sat the next seat over. Who else was hot, he thought, rotating his head. Jeez, there was William, his biggest competitor at baseball and in grades, whose gelled black hair, dark tanned face, and surprisingly big muscles seemed to not match his down-to-business personality and his uptight mannerisms all the time. And also Tom, the really cute Irish guy who was skinny and short but nicely proportional and always had a glow to him, with his fine face and straight blond hair and big smile. But none of those guys, except maybe Matt, had ever shown any kind of interest in him physically. Yet in the last couple years he had picked up signs from dozens of hot guys of their attraction towards his own face and body, and now he admitted that it would probably be a lot easier to start with them. The problem was that most of them were just strangers he passed - kids (or young men) at stadiums, in restaurants, on buses or trains, or even on some of the opposing teams that he played. And tons of older guys - college kids or that type in their twenties, who Tim thought usually had the best bodies. Bored with the history topic being discussed, Tim began to write down the names of the guys just in his grade who he wanted to have sex with... Matt, Chad, Jorge, William, Tom, for starters... in a minute Tim had written down more than twenty names. Fuck, Tim thought to himself. What he would have done to blow any of these guys. His pen again flew down the paper as he then began writing the names of kids in his neighborhood, of older kids in his high school, of some of his brother's friends. He list easily doubled. As he stared at the list scanning the names, his cock hard by now, he realized that most of these guys were off limits. Even if they did want a blowjob, they would never keep it a secret. On the other hand, a couple of these guys Tim was pretty sure seemed interested in him in some subtle way, like his friend Jeremy on the baseball team or Kevin, a freshman who lived down the street from him. Tim's fantasies were interrupted by the bell. He quickly crumpled his list up, tossing it in the wastepaper basket while chatting with a couple of his friends as they filed out into the hallway.
"What's up, Tim, you get laid last night?" one of his friends asked in the lunchroom in reaction to Tim's brightened mood. "I get laid every day, dude," Tim said cockily. As he often did, Tim had chosen a seat at lunch that was opposite a guy he really liked. Today that guy was his friend Jeremy, through Tim's good luck. Jeremy Penn was a hot blond with a crew cut and beautiful face, as well as a nice body. Like Tim, he was considered one of the "A list" kids in the freshman class and a star on their team, but was definitely quieter and nicer than most of Tim's friends, who were more typically loud and pretty rude. Tim always felt Jeremy was interested in him, even though he was as straight and as innocent as Tim himself appeared to others to be (and actually had been dating a girl for the past year pretty steadily). Because it was a sunny day the cafeteria was much emptier than normal, with a lot of students eating outside. As the end of their lunch hour neared, all the guys in the group got up to leave except for Jeremy and Tim, who now sat alone. They had been talking about two rival major league baseball teams who were about to have a showdown, with Jeremy again bragging about his season tickets to the stadium in the city. "Dude, have your Dad let me go with you guys to the game." "Yea right, Tim, in your dreams." Feeling much bolder than normal, Tim made an uncharacteristic crack. Visibly moving his hand to his crotch, he said, "Yea, well I'm ALREADY in your dreams - every night." Jeremy laughed and gave him his middle finger. Tim persisted. "Take me to the game." "How much is it worth to you?" "Name your price." Jeremy enjoyed the interplay. "For five hundred bucks, you're sitting next to me at the game." Tim went for another crack. "For five hundred bucks I'd expect you to be blowing me at the game." After saying this, Tim visibly licked his lips.
Jeremy was surprised at Tim's sexual references. They did not bother him, they were just uncharacteristic. "Maybe for five THOUSAND bucks," Jeremy kidded. Tim swung around to pull his wallet out of his back pocket, dramatically opening it and pulling out an ATM card. "Hmmm, I think I got a $2000 daily limit. So see you in three days." "No, no. ATMs only let you take, like, $400, out per day. $2000 is the limit for purchases." Tim smirked. "Okay then, see you in twelve days." Tim licked his lips as he grinned at Jeremy. "In your dreams," Jeremy said again. "What would you do if I whipped out the cash after practice tonight?" Tim pressed. Jeremy reacted in puzzlement, in part because he was somewhat ambiguous about guys and did think Tim was attractive even though he hadn't spent much time thinking about it. As Tim stared at him for an answer, he shrugged. "Look, let me make it easy for you. You're not going to the game Friday, and I'm not blowing you." He made a cut-off gesture and they both laughed. After a pause, Jeremy spoke up. "But since you're so horny today for some reason, you can blow ME after practice." Tim rubbed his thumb against his fingers. "Five G's, man..." Since Jeremy's family was wealthy, this was not as ridiculous as it seemed. "Let me tell you something," Jeremy bragged. "I have so many trust funds I could have enough cash to get TEN blowjobs out of you this afternoon." This was exactly the kind of reaction Tim was hoping to get. Before he could reply, the bell rang. The two boys had no more classes together that afternoon. As the two boys got up, Tim gave him a thumbs up sign. "See you at practice, man," he said. "Yea, I'll be at the bank first, Tim," Jeremy jeered and gestured towards his crotch. They laughed and waved good-bye and heading in opposite directions.
Later in the afternoon, Tim was walking between classes when he noticed out the stairwell window a red Mustang whip into the parking lot. His heart jumped, as he knew Anthony drove a red Mustang. Sure enough, it was Anthony pulling in for a 3pm class. Tim descended the stairs and went out into the parking lot, approaching Anthony who was taking books out of his trunk. "Hey," Tim said. Anthony turned, then did a double-take as he saw it was Tim. The two had been in the same high school for two years but had never once had any conversation one-on-one during school hours. Usually they would just nod to each other if they passed in the halls, or talk only if he needed to connect with his brother and Tony was with him. Anthony did not answer his greeting but looked back into his trunk. "Are you coming over with Willie today?" Tim asked. Anthony looked around in all directions to make sure no one was around before answering in his typically direct style. "Why, you looking for more of my cock after school?" he asked. "Sure," Tim said recklessly. "I don't think your brother would appreciate that, you idiot. You're going to get us in trouble." "I won't get us in trouble." "Look, I don't even want you talking to me at this place. You're a fucking freshman. Why would I be talking to you here all of a sudden, let alone about what you want to talk about?" "I'm a sophomore." Anthony seemed somewhat angry. "Look, you faggot. Enough with this shit. If I want your fag throat again I know how to find you." Tim nodded in silence. "Yea, okay," Anthony continued, almost sputtering. "Okay, well since you're so fucked up that you let me talk to you like this, and you obviously are gonna live a life of sucking cocks, you may want to start practicing with some of your little freshmen fag friends in the meantime so at least you're not fuckin' gagging all night." Anthony slammed his trunk closed and walked away from Tim in disgust. Tim watched Anthony, enjoying the hot energy that now connected them and loving the look of Anthony's body as he strutted across the parking lot.
"Hey, Tim!" Tim turned, to see his neighbor Cort hailing him in the hallway. His styled blond hair and large body looked as great as ever, especially in his plaid shorts and light blue polo shirt. Cort was a junior, and they usually did not see each other during school. "What's up, dude?" he asked, extending his hand for Tim to slap. "I hear your parents are opening up the pool this weekend?" "Yea," Tim replied, looking at Cort's huge blue eyes. "Okay if Tyler and I come over?" he asked. "Yea, any time," Tim said. He was always glad when the two brothers would come over - both were hot as hell in their own way. "Cool. Is Tammi going to be around?" "No, I don't think she's home this weekend." "Oh, shit, Tyler won't like that," Cort joked. "Yea, well, I guess he'll just have to convince Willie or me to go to bed with him instead!" Tim could not believe he had just said that. Cort laughed, and joked back, "No way, man. My brother doesn't go that way. You're safe." Tim laughed. Maybe it meant nothing, but he noticed Cort didn't put himself in the same category. The two nodded goodbye and went their own ways.
When batting practice was over, the coach ordered the team to pair up and head out to the field to practice tossing and catching. One of his friends quickly picked Tim and they began to jog out across the lawn. Tim saw Jeremy already stationed in the field and stood a few feet from him, so he and his friend were parallel to Jeremy and his tossing partner. This gave the two a chance to talk when they were not busy trying to catch balls.
Both of their partners were lousy catchers, and often they would have delays before finally getting the baseball thrown back at them. "What's up?" Tim asked, tossing the ball. "Nothin' man," Jeremy replied. They talked about many things before finally winding back to their lunchtime conversation. "Got my five thousand bucks?" Tim kidded. Jeremy tossed his ball while running, then continued running to stand near Tim. He rubbed his crotch through his uniform. "No, but since you brought it up again you can blow me for free." "I can't see what you're rubbing, it's so small," Tim ribbed. "You just need a closer look, trust me." Like Tim, Jeremy was slightly horny by this time of day. "I think I raise my price to six thousand dollars," Tim said, then ran to catch a ball. A minute later they caught up again. "You know only a GAY guy would suck a cock for any price," Jeremy suggested. "Or a really poor guy," Tim said, proud of his comeback. "Or maybe even just a really BORED guy," Jeremy said. Tim laughed, pleased at Jeremy's surprising comment. "'Cause this town is so fucking boring," Jeremy continued. The two again separated, meeting up in another minute. "So how bored ARE you?" Tim asked. He had a mischievous look on his face, which attracted Jeremy. Jeremy looked down at Tim's crotch. "Maybe not THAT bored." "Maybe you are..." "We better stop this conversation," Jeremy said, and then jogged away.
An hour later practice was over. Tim and Jeremy connected on their walk back to the springhouse where the lockers were. "You showering?" Jeremy asked. "Nah, I usually just go home in my uniform," Tim said. "I'm going to jump in the pool when I get home." "Cool. My parents' haven't opened their pool yet." "Mine neither, but the guys were already over and it's ready to go. You want to come over?" "I got homework to do." "Bring it over, we'll do it at my place." "Yea, homework at the pool? You know that won't happen, and then I'll be up till midnight doing stupid algebra." "So just come over, we won't go in the pool." "Okay," Jeremy said. He had never been over to Tim's, but did not resist the closer friendship that Tim seemed to be pushing on him all of a sudden. The two grabbed their bags and bats from their lockers and met in the front.
As Tim waited for Jeremy, he waved to many friends but mostly kept his eyes on Matt, the friend with the awesome body. Like always, Matt headed back to the school to lift weights after practice, so he went in a different direction than the others. When Jeremy came out, both boys seemed to check each other out briefly upon first seeing each other. There was no debate, Tim thought, Jeremy had an interest in him. The two boys talked sports the entire walk home, each subtly looking at the other's tight uniform from time to time. Soon they were at Tim's door and the house was again empty. "Where do you do your homework?" Jeremy asked, stepping into the house. "In my room," Tim said casually. Jeremy paused, looking slightly concerned.
"But we'll go down to the basement," Tim chimed in. "Cool," Jeremy said. The two boys walked downstairs and sat at opposite ends of the couch in front of the giant TV. As Jeremy opened up his laptop and his books, Tim turned on the TV. The two began doing their homework to the background noise of MTV. "Dude, check this out," Jeremy said, pointing to an image of a naked woman with an awesome shape clutching the legs of a guy whose upper body could not be seen. Her tongue was stretched out towards the guy's hard cock. In reaction, Tim grinned, then stuck his own tongue out in a similar way. "Dude, what's with your tongue today?" Jeremy said, remembering he did the same thing in the cafeteria that day. Tim shrugged. But since Jeremy had brought up sex, Tim kept the mood going. "You think she's getting five thousand dollars?" he kidded. Jeremy slapped the sofa. "Will you give it up on that? Neither of us needs money that bad!" "Speak for yourself." Jeremy reached into his pocket, his pants growing tighter as he did so and exciting Tim. He fished out some crumpled bills, then pulled out a five dollar-bill. "Here, Tim, that's all I got." With that he moved his right arm alongside the back of the sofa, with his hand nearly touching Tim. He tapped Tim's shoulders. "Come on," he kidded. "Man, you're the one that's so bored you would consider sucking a cock!" Tim exclaimed. "I meant I was bored enough to let YOU suck it man, don't pin that shit on me!" Neither said anything. Tim made a point of looking at Jeremy's crotch, and Jeremy responded by widening his legs and staring into Tim's face. Tim knew Jeremy was looking at him as he stared downwards at him. "You like what you see?" Jeremy said. Tim looked away without answering. "You want a drink?" With that he stood up, Jeremy admiring his butt as he passed him to go upstairs. "Sure," Jeremy replied. When Tim was upstairs, Jeremy rubbed his cock, recognizing that it was starting to get hard. The fact that it showed turned him on. He was starting to think Tim would notice it and maybe say something about it, which could only be interesting. Jeremy grabbed the TV clicker, flipping stations when Tim came back. Tim noticed right away Jeremy's hard-on and pointed to it while handing Jeremy a can of soda. "What, did you see something dirty on TV?" Jeremy noticed that Tim sat closer to him than before on the sofa this time. Jeremy hit the mute button and just looked up at Tim with a big smile. "No comment," he said. The two were in silence. Tim placed his knee on the sofa, spreading his legs and turning more towards Jeremy. He again looked at Tim's crotch - now much more interesting than before. "So, when you're both bored AND horny, what do you do?" Tim asked. "I don't know." "Well, you're getting me horny now too," Tim openly declared, making no effort to conceal what was the growing shape in his own pants now. Jeremy looked down and swallowed. "Something tells me we're not getting any homework done right now," he said dryly. Tim began to rub his leg, as both boys eyed each other's cocks. "Too tight!" Tim exclaimed, standing up and apparently referring to his baseball pants. Once standing, he stood in front of Jeremy, his erection visible near Jeremy's face. He first unbuttoned his shirt, and Jeremy gulped as he looked at Tim's shapely chest and smooth hairless stomach. Then Tim stuck his hand down his pants, seemed to grab his cock and straighten it up, and pulled his hand out - his cock now a clear column of flesh standing straight up inside the pants. Adjusted, Tim sat back down on the sofa, now sitting on almost the middle cushion of the sofa, directly next to Jeremy. Jeremy looked down at his own hard-on and placed a hand on it, then looked up nervously into Tim's face not knowing what to expect next. "Looks like you're dying over there," Tim purred. Jeremy nodded. "You too," Jeremy gestured his head towards Tim's crotch. "Yea," Tim quietly replied. "You got any porno film we could watch?" Jeremy asked. "What kind?" Jeremy paused. "What do you mean 'what kind?'... Never mind, don't answer that." Tim laughed. "I think..." Jeremy did not complete his sentence. "What?" "I think I better go over to my girlfriend's... or...' "Or what?" Tim said softly. "Or else go home and come back with five thousand dollars?" Jeremy said sheepishly. They both laughed. Tim put his hand on Jeremy's leg and squeezed. "I said six thousand," he whispered. Jeremy reacted to the feel of Tim's hand on his leg, and his surprising confidence. He was seeing a side of Tim he had not known, and could hardly believe. Jeremy leaned forward, picking up the five dollars that he had tossed onto the coffee table. "How about five... plus you go to the game with me on Friday?" he said. He had an impish grin on his face. Tim's fingers closed around Jeremy's hand and plucked the five dollar bill out, still holding onto his hand. "Five and I go first," he whispered, looking into Jeremy's eyes. "Oh, fuck," Jeremy whispered, shaking his head. "I don't think so." He stared down at Tim's crotch as if in deep contemplation. Sensing the interest, Tim's fingers undid his baseball pants. Within a second, Tim's hard cock flopped out, bouncing up against his bare stomach with an audible slapping noise. He could see the lust in Jeremy's eyes as they widened, staring in shock at the cock. "I suck your cock and then you suck mine," Tim whispered gutturally. Jeremy shook his head again, only to gasp as Tim' fingers then grabbed his cock and began to jerk while his other hand slid his pants down to his knees. Jeremy's mouth hung open and his head leaned closer to Tim's crotch ever so slightly. "What do you say?" Tim asked, his fingers stroking the cock calmly. Jeremy swallowed and shook his head, his eyes not turning from Tim's cock. His hand began to massage his own cock through his pants. Tim could tell Jeremy was weakening and took the initiative, enjoying the different role from last night with Anthony when he was the 'bottom'. Tim swung up on his left knee, then rose to faced Jeremy directly. His knees sunk down to either side of Jeremy on the sofa, Tim's hard cock now in Jeremy's stunned face. Jeremy still shook his head. "No," he whispered. Tim lightly moved forward until his hard cock touched Jeremy's beautiful face. As his shaft pressed against Jeremy's chiseled features, Jeremy twisted his head so that the cock massaged his cheek. The scene was incredible to Tim, who had always thought Jeremy's face was very hot. "Mmmm...," Jeremy moaned contentedly, rolling his face against the cock. His hands reached up to fondle the cock, and he began jerking it while aiming it against his face. He looked up at Tim. "I thought YOU were supposed to go first!" he murmured. "Take it out then," Tim encouraged. As Jeremy fingers began undoing his pants, he pushed his face forward so it pressed against Tim's cock. He slid his tongue out, beginning to lick up and down the shaft. As he did so, Tim reached down and began unbuttoning Jeremy's shirt. In a minute Jeremy pulled back to toss his shirt off, then slide his pants down to his ankles. Tim now gasped, looking at the beautifully shaped hard pink cock protruding from Jeremy's creamy thighs. His mouth watered. Jeremy began stroking his cock. He looked up at Tim seductively. "So... what's it going to be?" He glanced down at his own cock invitingly for Tim to suck it, but then stared hungrily over at Tim's cock inches from his face and softly bit his lip from desire. Before Tim could answer Jeremy leaned backwards into the sofa and pulled Tim towards him, yanking his ass forward so that Tim's pelvis met his face and Tim's cock met his open mouth. As Tim's fingers carefully aimed his cock towards Jeremy, Jeremy took it between his lips. Shocked by the sensations but delighted, Jeremy began to tongue Tim's head and pull more of the cock into his mouth. Gifted with a large mouth and long face, he sucked his first cock in complete comfort and pleasure. Tim was eager to keep the experience that way, being careful not to rush Jeremy or push in too deep, especially since he seemed to be doing it so well on his own. Tim had never had his cock sucked before. To him in those first few seconds, the feeling was okay, although it didn't feel as good as his own masturbating did. He was beyond delirium, however, in looking down at Jeremy's bare shoulders and head and mouth moving around him. His own hardness grew even firmer as Jeremy continued his actions, especially when Jeremy would let the cock slide out of his mouth and run his tongue up the sides and front of his cock. For Jeremy, the cock was better than any toy or ball he had ever played with - every second was a paradise for the hungry teen. The look, the smell, the taste, texture, the warmth, even the sound of the cock absorbed Jeremy. It was as if his face had found a new purpose - to service cock. Tim leaned down and kissed the top of Jeremy's head. Jeremy stopped sucking and looked up into Tim's face, and the two briefly kissed each other's mouths - for both, their first kiss with a guy. "Jesus, you kiss like my girlfriend," Jeremy exclaimed approvingly. Tim noticed how Jeremy's mouth smelled faintly of his cock. They kissed a few more seconds until Jeremy returned to sucking Tim off. Jeremy's hand had been stroking his own cock as he continued his oral sex on Tim for several more minutes. It began to take its toll. Jeremy stopped his sucking and looked up Tim's sweaty torso into his face. "I'm gonna cum," Jeremy moaned, then placed Tim's cock back in his mouth while his hand now jerked his cock in a frenzy. "No way, man," Tim protested, "let me suck you first." "Nn-mmm...," Jeremy grunted, indicating he was not going to stop sucking. "Come on!" Tim exclaimed. Jeremy continued his sucking, and it was obvious he was about to cum any second. And then the doorbell rang. Jeremy immediately bounced backwards, leaving Tim's cock in the air and staring at shock towards the basement stairs. "Shit," both boys said almost simultaneously. Jeremy began to reach down to pull his pants up. Tim slid down to the floor now, sitting between Jeremy's knees and preventing Jeremy's arms from doing so. "Let me finish you, Jeremy," Tim gasped. Jeremy seemed surprised. "Don't you have to answer that?" "If it's my brother, he's got a key." The doorbell rang again, followed by a faint pounding at the door. "Yea, it's Willie," Tim said, then leaned forward and took Jeremy's cock in his hands. The cock was so hard and throbbing it was almost purple. "No way, we'll get caught," Jeremy protested. "Hurry up and cum," Tim urged. "We got another minute or two before they come down here." "They?" Jeremy asked nervously, while liking the feel of Tim's hand wrapped around his cock. He grew even more confused as he saw Tim's handsome face lean forward and his mouth open wide, and then felt Tim's mouth begin to suck expertly on his cock. Jeremy could not help but lean his head back from the sensation, the first time he had ever received head. But at the same time he was terrified of their getting caught and could not believe how cavalier Tim was being about the situation. As Tim's head bobbed up and down and his hungry mouth massaged Jeremy's cock, Jeremy tapped his head. "Come on, we gotta stop now," he insisted. Tim continued, bobbing his head faster up and down. "Come on!" Jeremy pleaded. Tim looked up, gasping. "Cum," he ordered, and resumed his sucking. Jeremy tried to slide off the sofa but Tim's weight pressed him down, their arms pushing against each other lightly. "Tim," Jeremy exclaimed, "Please stop." Both boys heard the front door being unlocked and opened, footsteps upstairs now. Seeing how close Jeremy was to cumming, even as he protested, Tim literally took the situation into his own hands. His right hand firmly grabbed Jeremy's pulsating pole and he began to firmly stroke it, aiming the tip against his open mouth as his fingers jerked Jeremy's cock, hard and at an incredible speed. The sound of footsteps crossing the room upstairs could be heard, as well as Tim's brother casually calling out to his brother. Tim said nothing, focusing solely on milking Jeremy's massive organ, knowing it was about to explode. Jeremy tried to stop his friend, his legs and arms and torso trying to push up out of the sofa. He felt as if his cock was in a machine that he could not pull himself out of, and the effect of that machine was going to reduce him to jelly even as his mind said he could soon be in serious trouble. After a few more seconds, Jeremy himself could not resist the effect of Tim's handjob and his legs tensed. He gave up, knowing he was about to cum. Feeling Jeremy's weight shift and seeing how shiny and enlarged his cock now looked, Tim opened his mouth wide as he aimed the purple head at his face. He was proud of being able to bring his friend to this state. Upstairs the footsteps approached the basement door and several deep voices could be heard talking. As Jeremy came, the sensation of his orgasm chilled through his hot body. A warm thick rope of cum blasted into Tim's face, audibly splashing into Tim's soft skin and coating his nose and upper lip in thick bright white fluid. Moaning from the sight and smell and feel and taste of this, Tim arched his face forward and placed his lips around Jeremy's cockhead. Jeremy's next gush of cum flowed directly into Tim's mouth, and as Tim closed his lips to swallow the load Jeremy shot the rest of his cum against Tim's lips. After swallowing, Tim opened his mouth, with cum dripping into it as his tongue lapping up what was on his lips and chin. The smell was strong. Within a second, both boys bounced up from the sofa, Tim still swallowing. As both pulled up their pants, Jeremy reached to put his shirt on again while Tim buttoned his and used his sleeve to wipe off his face. Both boys literally collapsed into the sofa as the sight of his brother's legs showed coming down the basement stairs. They looked up casually at Willie, then Anthony, then Cort as they descended into the room. They lay looking casual and lazy, even though inside both boys' hearts were beating rapidly. "Thanks for getting the door." "You can let yourself in." "Turn this shit off," Willie bellowed, looking at the movie on television and grabbing the clicker. "You don't even have the sound on." "We're studying," Tim said. "This is Jeremy, by the way." "'Sup?" they said, with no particular interest in Jeremy. For his part, Jeremy had grabbed his laptop and a book and began to appear busy typing things from the book into the computer. Tim looked at Anthony, who incredibly seemed to act no differently around Tim than he had a hundred other times. They even shook hands in their usual fashion, Anthony looking straight at him. "Move, shrimp," Willie ordered, since Tim was sitting where Willie usually sat. Tim moved, directly facing Anthony who today was wearing khaki shorts that looked very short and a t-shirt that hugged his body. He looked huge, and Tim swallowed as he glanced between looking at Anthony and then Jeremy, the two men he had spent the last day so enjoying. Ten boring minutes transpired as the two sophomores tried to appear focused on their homework while the three seniors bantered loudly between them. "Did you ever use your password to make that disc for me?" Anthony suddenly asked towards Tim. Tim looked up from his book. Both knew Tim had downloaded the disc last week and he already had it. He did not reply. "I want you to download it for me now if it isn't. If the computer in your room is hooked up." Anthony's face had a knowing look as he stared at Tim. Tim nodded. "I could do it now if you want." Anthony was as cool as ever. Tim continued. "But you got to show me what format and stuff. I deleted your email." Anthony nodded unhesitatingly. "Okay, let's do it now," he said, showing the skill of a true sexual veteran in playing the situation down. He stood up, towering over everyone in the room, with no one noticing anything out of the ordinary. Tim glanced towards Jeremy, who had no idea what was going on, and said, "I'll be right back." Jeremy nodded, still so shaken by what had happened minutes before that he just stared at his books. Tim followed Anthony up the stairs. Thirty seconds later Tim sat at his desk in his room, watching Anthony locking his bedroom door. Anthony swiveled around, his fingers already at the buttons on his shorts. "Okay, dude, guess what I need taken care of...!" As Tim sat there happily bracing his face for Anthony's thick cock, he realized he could still taste Jeremy's cum in his mouth.
(to be continued)
He looked leaned forward and lowered his head near Jeremy's crotch. He moved both his hands on each of Jeremy's legs and squeezed all the way up until they met at Jeremy's cock. "Oh, man," Jeremy uttered softly. He watched as Tim's thick fingers began to unfasten his pants, shocked at the sensation of his hard cock being unwrapped by someone else for the first time.
"Ma, can I use the pool Saturday when you and Dad are out?" Willie asked, while passing the salad down the dinner table. "Yea, just keep it cleaned up," his father interjected, while his wife nodded. "Who are you having over?" Tim asked, slightly hopeful it would include Max and Tony. "The guys," Willie said casually. "It's supposed to be near 90 all weekend, so a good day to break it in for the year." "Make sure your brother and sister can have friends over too," their mother instructed. "It's for everyone to enjoy, especially on a weekend." Tim did not think he would be inviting any of his friends over that particular day, especially since he knew his sister was going to be in the city on Saturday. "And no diving," his father added sternly. Tim stared absentmindedly from his seat out the deck windows towards the pool, imagining his brother's friends hanging out with only their trunks on.
He swallowed his milk eagerly.