David - High School Stud
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Copyrighted © 2003
Re-written 2005
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By Lee Mariner
This is a short story about two high school boys on a school trip to Washington, D.C. All characters are fictional. The events described are for ADULT readers only so if you are not of legal age in your locality to be reading this story or should you not approve of such material, please leave.
**My friend Dean has edited this story. His work is greatly appreciated.
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This story is copyrighted © by the author and may not be reproduced, copied or archived without the specific written consent of the author.
**I can be contacted by writing: mariner23502@hotmail.com
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Anatomical Education
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It was a hot afternoon in mid-June, and I was staying with several of my high school classmates in a medium-priced hotel on New York Avenue in downtown Washington, D.C. We had spent thirteen hours on a Greyhound bus and hadn't gotten in until early in the morning. I was exhausted after the long uncomfortable ride, and I wasn't anxious to be getting up early after a long boring ride. I didn't think that my roommate David, the hottest jock in school, would want to either; but he hopped out of bed when one of our chaperones knocked on the door, calling out, "Come on, boys, ten minutes to breakfast."**
**Out of one half opened eye, I watched as David stretched his long lanky muscular body before removing his briefs. David Blaskowski was the same age as I was, eighteen; and he was all muscle with a cock which hung down over balls as big as crab apples and would make a horse blush. As for me, I got horny every time I saw his cock swinging like a bell clapper as he moved about. His hair was dark chocolate brown, and the bush surrounding the thick base of his cock was luxuriantly full and silky. My cock was half hard from needing to take a piss, but it grew harder as I watched Dave take his briefs off. He stood only a few feet away, moving his hands over his body and down under his balls lifting them and his half hard cock up against this flat hard stomach. My heart was beating faster as I watched his cock swell, and my breathing was becoming more ragged. I closed my eye pretending to be asleep, wishing it were I touching his gorgeously lean, smooth, muscled body; and I shuddered with anticipation at the thought of his thick uncut cock sliding down my throat.
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"Come on, Brett," Dave, said as he shook my shoulder. "We've only got ten minutes to shower and get dressed for breakfast before the others leave."
"Oh shit, Dave, I'm gonna sack in. Do me a favor, go ahead to breakfast and tell old man Shell that I'm not feeling well after that long ride, will you?" I said, opening my eyes, seeing his half hard snake waving from side to side.
"Well, okay but you know Mr. Shell; he'll be up here checking on you as soon as I tell him."
"Don't worry about it, Dave; he can't make me go." I groaned, feigning not feeling well while my eyes drank in the sight of his magnificent cock. I was so horny from watching him strip that, I could feel the juice oozing out of the slit in the head of my cock, and I squeezed it tight wishing he would leave so I could jerk off.
Dave was right about Shell. I was slowly stroking my cock under the sheet when he knocked on the door and came into the room.
"What's this, Brickman? David tells me you aren't feeling well. Do you need a doctor?"
Shell was a balding, rotund man in his late forties who, unlike some teachers, had always shown concern for his students. I liked him, but he could be a pain in the ass sometimes; and, if he knew I was holding my hard slick cock in my hand under the sheet, he probably would have had a major heart attack.
"I don't think I need a doctor, Mr. Shell. I'm just feeling a little queasy after that long ride. I probably shouldn't have eaten so much the last time we stopped. I should be all right by the time you guys get back this afternoon."
He leaned down and put the back of his hand on my forehead, in the time-honored fashion of his generation, attempting to see whether I was running a fever. "You do feel a little feverish," he said eyeing me closely. "Perhaps it would be better if you stayed in today," he said in a conciliatory tone. "I'll check on you when we get back around six o'clock or so. Do you want me to send something up, orange juice, toast or something light?"
"Maybe a glass of milk and some toast, Mr. Shell. Orange juice might be too much acid on my stomach." I said quietly, still feigning at not feeling well.
"I'll have it sent right up. Lets hope you feel better by tomorrow. You don't want to miss the Arlington National Cemetery and the Custis-Lee Mansion." He said as he left.
As soon as I was alone, I threw the sheet off of me. Arching my back, I pushed my briefs down over my hips and legs, dropping them on the floor. With visions of Dave in my head, I ran my hands over the hard tense muscles of my chest and stomach. My hard seven inch uncut cock was lying flat on my stomach drooling pre-cum; and I had only stroked it a few times when I felt my nuts tightening, the intensity increasing as cum started to rise through its throbbing length.
I was about to blow my load when I heard the room door being unlocked. "Oh shit," I thought, "it's Shell again."
Scrambling for the sheet, I barely got it over me before David walked into the room smiling, carrying a tray of milk and toast.
"Wha...what are you doing here?" I croaked, nervously.
"Before we boarded the bus, I mentioned to Shell that since you were alone it might be a good idea if I stayed with you just in case you needed someone." He said grinning as he set the tray on the small desk. "He agreed."
"Bu..,but you're gonna miss out on the Holocaust Museum and the other stuff we were gonna see today."
**"We both will miss out, Brett," he said softly, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I'd rather be here with you."
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"You would rather be here with me? Gee, Dave, you don't have to do that," I said, as I struggled to sit upright, inwardly pleased that he felt that way.
"I want to," he said, bending over and picking up my discarded briefs.
"I was getting ready to take a shower and dropped them on the floor when I heard you unlocking the door. I thought it was the bellboy." I said lamely.
"Bellboys knock, Brett; they don't unlock the door and come in." he said turning to look at me, with a grin on his face, his eyes sparkling. "Maybe you were doing something else before you showered?"
"Oh shit, Dave!!" I exclaimed, defiantly. "Okay, so I was jerking off. What's wrong with that?"
**"Nothing," he said, standing and pulling his shirt over his head exposing his smooth lean muscled chest and the twin ridges of hard abdominal muscles with the dark trail of silky hair nestled in the valley between them, disappearing into the waistband of his jeans.
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"Dave......." I croaked, hypnotized, as he unsnapped his jeans and slowly pulled the zipper down.
"It's a lot more fun when you do it with someone, Brett." He said as he pushed his jeans and briefs down over his hips, letting them fall to the floor.
My eyes widened with astonishment as he squeezed his balls with one hand and brought his magnificent shaft to its full stature with the other in long slow teasing strokes. Its blood-engorged head slid in and out of the soft sheath covering it as Dave lubricated it with the pre-cum oozing from the slit in its head.
I had wanted his cock for months; but, at the moment when he was offering it, I was helpless to move. It was fascinating watching his hand moving back and forth stroking the biggest cock I had ever seen. It had to be at least nine-inches and as thick as my wrist.
"Jesus, Dave," I said, gasping, as he reached down and threw the sheet back, exposing my raging hardon. "You make me feel like a fucking midget."
His eyes were roaming over me, as he slowly stroked his cock, wetting his lips with the tip of his tongue. "Lots of guys feel that way; Brett when they see my cock, but that ain't no toothpick hanging down over your balls," he said as he leaned over to remove his shoes and socks before pulling his jeans and briefs off.
**"Jesus, Dave," I croaked huskily, breathing in deeply, entranced by the hypnotic movement of his hand stroking the steel hard length of his cock as he hovered over me. "I get horny whenever I see you naked in the showers at school."
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**"You don't think you're the only guy who gets horny when he sees a good looking stud, do you? " he said huskily.
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**My heart was beating like a trip hammer, and I could feel the tension in my loins increasing as he moved closer to the bed. Placing one knee on the edge of the bed, he threw the other over me straddling my waist, his thick cock only inches from my mouth.
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**"Dave," I whimpered softly, turning my head to avoid looking into his glistening dark eyes. "You know what will happen if we're caught doing this?"
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**"The door is locked, Brett. It's just you and me, and I've seen the way you look at me in the locker room and in the showers. You've been wanting it just as badly as I have, haven't you?" He said, hovering over me, breathing heavily.
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My mind was filled with the hugeness of his cock and, his magnificently muscled body straddling me. When I reached for his cock, he thrust his hips forward. Dave's hot throbbing cock felt like a velvet covered steel rod in my hand; and, when I started stroking it, he inhaled deeply, moaning softly. Leaning forward, he placed his hands on the pillow on either side of my head. His eyes glistened with lust as he lowered his head touching my lips with his as he whispered, "Suck it, Brett."
**The feeling of David's cock entering my mouth obliterated any thoughts of the monuments of Washington, D.C.; I had a monumental cock sliding between my lips that was as hard as the granite of Washington's obelisk.
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True to his word, Mr. Shell came to our room to check on my condition. He was delighted to see that I had recovered and, he complimented David on being a fine nurse.
"Brett was a good patient, Mr. Shell. He drank the milk with his toast, and for lunch he had a large serving of vanilla cream pudding with a plain hot dog," David, said grinning at me, his eyes twinkling. "We even managed to go over the section on physical anatomy that you wanted us to study."
**"My, my, my, David," Shell said beaming. "Perhaps you should consider an academic course instead of athletics, you might make a good teacher."
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"Perhaps, Mr. Shell; but, Brett is a good student, he learns quickly," David replied.
**I thought, Dave was a little to cocky; and, I held my breath for a moment, avoiding looking at Mr. Shell until he said while walking to the door, "That is all well and good, and I applaud your initiative, but after supper it might not be a bad idea to review what you have studied if you have no other plans. The intricacies of the male and female anatomies aren't learned in only a few hours."
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**"We will, Mr. Shell," we answered, both of us stifling the urge to laugh.
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**During the remaining four days of our visit to the nation's capital, Dave and I learned a great deal more about the intricacies of the male anatomy and what certain orifices and appendages were capable of doing when used properly.
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