The following story is complete fiction, although it uses characters from a tv series. There is sex between TWO TEENAGE MALES, so if you are not into that material, STAY AWAY! Do NOT flame me if I ruin your views of a porno Saved by the Bell story.
If M/M is not your thing, don't read on.
Saved By the Bell
Study Hour - Story #2
The night of studying turned out to be long and tedious, the minutes slowly passing by as Slater quizzed Zack on American History review questions their teacher had given them.
Slater's room matched Slater's character perfectly. There were posters of hot jocks sweating it out in football, weightlifting, basketball, and other sports. Every once in a while, Zack would take a moment to glance at the posters, feeling a twinge in his crotch. Slater had a queen-size bed with dark blue covers and pillows. Zack lay on his side on the right side of the bed facing Slater, who was laying on his side also on the left. Both had their hands supporting their heads, but Slater was studying furiously. He did not want to fail.
Zack had just barely turned 18, his friends surprising him with a party last weekend. Now, he could legaly get all the dirty magazine's he wanted, although he didn't know how to get what he really needed, fresh cock. Ever since he had started jacking off, around age 11, he had looked through his yearbook imagining the locker room full of his favorite guy friends. So far, he hadn't touched a single cock but his own.
Sliding his hands through his hair, he watched Slater intensly. He had seen the jock's cock in the showers a few times before; an at least seven incher nestled in a wave of black curly hair. Zack Morris, known as preppie by Slater, imagined the stud holding on to the preppie's own seven inch prick, rubbing his hands up and down, creating thousands of sensational feelings, and feeling his blond pubic hair. He came after thinking of Slater at least once a week for the past few years. It was something he looked forward to each week. Slater was a black curly haired muscle-bound jock who showed his muscled off to the girls almost as much as he did to Morris. Zack always gave him the attention he wanted, even the attention Zack wanted never came around to happenning.
"...and so, who was the 38th president of the United States?" Zack had a blank look, staring deeply into Slater's eyes.
"....Wha? Uh, um.." Zack sighed out of boredom. "Look, I'm feeling kind of bored. I'm not tired, I'm just sick of talking history. Let's do..uh..talk about something else for a while. The preppie layed back on the bed, his ankles crossed. He wore a denim shirt, and levi jeans.
"You're right, preppie. I think it's time for a break." Slater almost mimicked Zack's movements, except he quickly, and nonchalantly scratched his pubic hair through his red sweat shorts. Out of the corner of his eye, Zack examined the soft bulge that pressed against the shorts of the jock. In his mind, he imagined the stud running his fingers up and down his cock, finally rubbing it with the palm of his hand. Zack could almost see Slater with one hand on his cock, the other feeling his balls and sac. Zack soon became hard in his pants, his dick awquardly pushing up against his jeans. He wore boxers, a standard at Bay Side High School, which made him easily embaressed when he became hard.
"What are ya thinking about, Zack?" Slater quizzed. Not wanting to tell the truth, Morris replied.
"Nothing, really." He tried to think of something else to talk about.
"There has to be something. Why else would a stud like you have a hard dick." Zack's face flushed, and immediately Slater apologized. "Oh, I didn't mean to embaress you. I just was curious."
"Really, it's nothing." Zack wanted to keep as quiet as he could about his thoughts.
Slater smiled. "I know, we can play truth or dare. That way you're HAVE to tell me!" He laughed evily, rubbing his palms. Zack imagined the palms rubbing up and down his own shaft. The thought drove his cock up, through the opening of his boxers, and close to the denim fabric of his jeans. He sat his legs up, bringing his feet closer to me. Perhaps this would lower the visibility of his hot and hard prick.
"Okay. You choose first, truth or dare, I ask the question, and if you won't answer the question truthfully, there's going to be a penalty." Slater seemed to have planned this out before, but Zack decided to play along anyways. Perhaps it would lead to other things.
"Sounds fair to me. But, since you're making the rules up, I'll ask first." Zack flashed a boyish grin at Slater, and layed back on his side again. His cock pushed a little more out, showing a noticable point from his cock head. Slater glanced down smiled, and spoke.
"Truth." Zack thought a moment, and then asked the question.
"Okay, what's the farthest you've got with any girl at Bay Side. I want detail, Slater!" With that, the jock groaned and swore at the question, thinking the preppie wouldn't ask about something that personal.
"Oh, um... Okay, it's been with Jesse." Jesse was a girl, about 18, with long curly dark brown hair. She was somewhat beautiful, somewhat tall, but nonetheless, Slater had been her boyfriend many times. "Uh... It happened on the night of Prom, and we went up the canyon afterwards. She said she wanted to see the stars without the citylights glaring the sky and I wanted to be alone with her." Slater stared into oblivion as he recalled the tale. Zack noticed Slater's cock begin to rise up from the inside of his shorts.
"Go on..." Zack wanted to know what happened.
"Okay, and so we kissed for a while, you know, frenching and all that. Soon, I became really....excited and the next thing I knew, my hands were all over her breasts." Zack whistled.
"Wow, that's pretty far. How did it feel?"
"You mean you've never touched a girl's tits?" Zack shook his head yes.
"I have, really. Just not Jesse's. Nor Kelly's." Zack was usually rumored to be going out with Kelly, although the farthest they had gone was kissing. "What else?"
"Well, by that time I was very....um...." Zack knew the word Slater was looking for. Morris wanted him to say the word 'hard.' Slater still tried to act like he was beyond straight.
"Hard, you mean?" Zack smiled with Slater, but glanced at the jock's seven inch cock pushing up from his body. Zack thought, 'Yes, you're hard like you are now, stud.'
"Yeah.. I was very hard. So, she felt down and touched it through my pants. Then I started kissing her more, not wanting to go too far. And so, after that I drove her home."
Zack ignored his earlier cautions as to how much Slater talked dirty.
"You mean she didn't suck your cock off?" Slater laughed, and looked at Zack somewhat hungrily.
"No, she didn't. I wanted her to do it so bad. Oh, that would have felt so good." Zack placed Slater's image in his mind, sucking the preppies cock off right there in Slater's bed. He could almost feel the slow moving motions running up and down the shaft of his cock, now pushing harder into his jeans. Zack almost needed to run to the bathroom so he could free his cock and rub it.
Without noticing it, Slater had moved his hand to his own cock and already had begun to rub it through his red sweat shorts. Up, down, up, down. Zack watched in amazement as Slater's strong hands navigated up, down and around his large cock. Zack pondered, 'There has to be a way I can get my hands on that thing!'
Slater noticed Zack watching his cock and spoke up.
"Go ahead, I don't mind... You can rub your cock, if you want to. It's your turn, although. Truth or dare?"
With tense and nervous hands, Zack milked his hard seven inch dick in front of a hungry Slater. Feeling somewhat experimental he toned in.
"Dare." Slater was stunned for a moment. He had no clue what he could do with Zack that the preppie wouldn't mind doing. The jock took a moment and re-examined himself. He had just told himself "What he could DO with Zack." Deep down, Slater wanted to do something with Zack.
Smiling, Slater told Zack what to do.
"Strip, then strip me, and be my girlfriend." Stunned beyond belief, Zack stared at Slater. His friend's chest heaved faster with nervousness and Zack found himself in a state of terrified shock. 'Was Slater serious?' he asked himself time and time again.
"So, are you going to do it?" Zack nodded and told Slater to stand up next to him. The jock told him to hold on a moment while he shut the blinds so it was somewhat dark in the room. Then, slowly and carefully, Zack undid his belt. Taking care to make sure Slater was being serious, he watched his athletically built friend lick his lips habitually, eyes locked on Zack's crotch. Slater was serious.
Zack zipped his pants down and let them fall to the ground. His cock then shot out and stood in front of him, pointing straight at Slater. As if on cue, the jock ripped his pants down so his cock looked identical in poise to Zack.
Then, ever so hesitantly, they both reached for eachother's poles, touching them timidly. Zack could feel Slater's rough hands enclosing around his cock, feeling its warmth and hardness. His fingers tip-toed down to the preppie's hanging balls, gently feeling them. Zack copied Slater's movements, feeling the darker looking meat ever so gently. Slater whispered.
"Gosh, Zack, this feels so good. Let's lay down on my bed." Zack nodded, and took his shirt off. Slater did the same, pulling his boxers down to the floor. Together, they crawled into Slater's bed, naked. They pressed their hot bodies next to eachother, Zack marveling at the warmth emitting from Slater. 'Man, he's hot! I wonder if he'd suck me off.' Before Zack could vocalize his thoughts to Slater, he felt his cock being rubbed up and down.
Slater moved Zack's hand to the jock's cock. "Come on, Preppie. Run your soft hands up and down my dick and balls. Come on, feel it." Zack did as he was told, sliding his fingers up and down, spending a few moments on Slater's cockhead. It bulged with blood, and was precariously cut. He felt his own cockhead being fondled.
Then, the athletic hands of Slater moved to Zack's pubic hair, running his rough fingers through the soft blond hair. Slater told Zack he always wondered what color Zack's hair was around his cock. The preppie noticed how Slater moved his body in time with Zack's hand, just like he was fucking it. Zack did the same.
"Oh, I love this Zack. We have to do this more often, since it's better than rubbing my own dick." Zack said the same thing, and noticed Slater's erect nipples on his bulging pecs.
"You know, Slater. I've always wanted to touch and suck your chest. It's just so. . .muscular, that I've always wanted to do---" Slater anxiously cut him off.
"Do it. Straddle me and suck them."
According to the stud's commands, Zack sat up and straddled his friend who he had fantasized being with in this situation so many nights before. He looked down at the mass of sweating flesh before him. Zack could almost taste the stud's skin against his warm tongue. The preppie examined Slater's carefully arched muscles surrounding his hard nipples. Slowly the blond haired stud lowered his face to Slater's tanned chest, but was stopped inches from the erect nipples, surrounded by almost invisible hair. Slater whispered.
"Kiss me."
Zack moved up, his cock laying gently on Slater's, and leaned towards Slater's mouth. He moved his mouth gently sideways and lowered it slowly to a waiting Slater. With eyes looking deep into his friend's eyes, Slater arched his back to kiss Zack, both mouths slightly open. They mingled bodies, breathed eachother's breath, fused lips, but most important of all, Slater and Zack realized they loved eachother, and this was more than just a friendship. It had become a relationship between friends. As Zack ran his tongue into Slater's mouth, he showed how much he loved the athletic hunk of muscle he was laying on. When Slater grabbed Zack's firm ass and held it tight as he met tongues with Zack he was emitting signs of love.
They broke off kissing, and Zack kept his face inches from Slater's, looking deep into his eyes. "Slater. . . I, uh..." He sighed, smiled, and pecked the jock on the lips. "Slater, I love you. I want to be your boyfriend, even if you have a girlfriend. I really do love you." Slater smiled, lifted one of his hands from the preppie's tight butt, and pressed Zack's head back towards Slater's, kissing it furiously. Slater rolled until he was on top of Zack. Amazingly, the jock seemed light and delicate to Zack's smooth and simple frame. He relished as he felt muscle lay on top of him, enveloping his body, almost caressing it.
The preppie slid one hand down and held onto Slater's musclely and hard butt; the other hand feeling the curly black hair on Slater's head. Their tongues danced happily in eachother's mouths and their saliva mixed creating a tangy taste.
Slater broke off the kiss and moved to the left a little more on Zack's body. He reached his left arm underneath the preppies arm, and his hard dick found Zack's right leg. Placing his head near Zack's ear, he began to tempt him with his tongue. He licked Zack's sideburns and ear whispering things like, "I love you, Zack" and "Tonight, we're going to cum together." Zack felt so good, as Slater began to rub his meat up and down Zack's leg, slowly at first. As Slater humped the preppie's thigh, his own meat was feeling the same as the jock's.
The preppie held on to Slater's hard butt and muscular back, pulling and pushing the jock up and down his body. Slater sweated furiously and soon increased his pace. Faster and faster he moved himself as he felt an orgasm prepare itself to come out.
Wanting to cum the best he had ever done it, Slater went all out on Zack's leg. Slater's ripply six-pack rubbed Zack's dick making him come close to cumming.
The sensation would not stop for both studs as the rubbed eachother. Then, at the exact same time, they felt a surge rage through their cocks. At first it was complete pleasure, and then they felt the cum shoot on eachother, somewhat lubricating their stomachs, sending Slater sliding all over. Cum dripped down the sides of their chests and Slater stopped humping Zack. He simply layed there, kissing Zack softly and gently.
In his mind, the preppie could see other studying sessions that ended this way.
As they drifted off to sleep, together, they held eachother close and dreamed of passing their test, and then celebrating...together...alone.