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Nifty - Gay - Highschool - Ninth Grade - Ninth Grade 2

 
Date: Sun, 28 Mar 2004 05:49:29 -0800
From: Kevin Michael <kinkygaystories@hotmail.com>
Subject: Ninth Grade, Part Two

Categories: Authoritarian & High School

The two characters in this story are actually 15 years old (going on 16) and
are in the tenth grade, but I forgot to change the title before I sent part
one in. I made them a little older in order to give them just a bit more
sex appeal! Sorry for the typos.

I couldn't wait for the afternoon of the next day. After school I
hustled home and changed into a pair of my old gym shorts and flip flops.
That's all. And those red silk shorts were actually a size or two too
small! I added a surprise--no brief.
All four of our parents had active careers and both of us were only
children. Actually, Jason did have an older sister away at college. I
loved these hot humid afternoons because I wasn't the only boy my age who
was shirtless. I had quite a few nice views all the way over to Jason's
house. Some people were eyeing me as well. Yeah, I guess I was cute, but I
thought Jason was cuter.
Jason came to the door also shirtless. He wore a pair of cut offs and
was barefoot. I slipped off my flip flops as I entered his house for the
first time. As I looked around, Jason suddenly put his arm around my
shoulders and pulled me close, getting me in some kind of half-Nelson and
giving me a noogie on my head. "Owww," I said, but I could tell he was just
playing. I hands came up and rested on his bare waist. He had my face
pinned against his bare chest. I was totally loving this!
I found myself being wrestled into the living room and down onto the
floor where I was subsequently pinned face up with Jason on top of me, his
hands wrapped tightly around my wrists. Sweat trickled down his sides.
Both of us were breathing hard and smiling. Then we both got kind of
serious at the same time, you know, when your eyes meet and there's that
awkward silence again. He was the first one to speak.
"I've been thinking a lot since yesterday," Jason began.
"Yeah, me too."
"Oh, don't get any ideas ... boy!" Jason continued. You're still my
slave and I still own you. I'm the prince and you're my whipping boy.
You're still going to do all my chores every day before my parents come
home. I own you from three to six every weekday and sometimes on weekends.
I might even invite you for a sleep over and you will accept.
All I could do was nod my head.
"But I'm curious. Yesterday was way weird. I want to try something
with you, okay?"
Was he asking my permission? I thought he said he owned me, which was
fine with me. I totally loved the thought of being his slave, obeying his
orders, and receiving lashes across my bare back and chest in return.
"Okay," I whispered.
"I wanna kiss you ... you know ... like boys and girls kiss each
other."
I just lay there under him in silence. I honestly couldn't think of a
response.
"Hey, c'mon," Jason continued. "I saw your jeans tenting yesterday,
too. I wasn't the only one."
I smiled, but still was speechless.
"If you tell anyone, I will beat you up, and not with a belt--with my
fists!"
Ouch, I thought to myself. Fists would definitely be worse than belts.
Wouldn't it be funny if one day two high school boys went to fight after
school, but instead of throwing punches, they each took of their belts and
shirts started whipping each other as each one tried to dodge the other's
lashes. Cool! Now that would be a fun fight to watch.
"I won't tell, I promise."
"Good," Jason whispered. His grip loosened from around my wrists and
as his lips lowered to mine, his hands caressed down my arms, my arms
finally coming up with my hands resting on his bare sides. I could feel his
breath now. His hands were cradling my head as our lips met. Wow! A cute
boy my age was kissing me! His lips were on mine! This was like a dream.
Instinctively my lips parted and my tongue came up to taste his lips.
Instead, I tasted his tongue and with sudden forceful passion, Jason pushed
my tongue back into my mouth, his tongue wrestling my tongue as his buff
body had wrestled my less-than-buff body a few moments ago.
All time stopped. His bare chest and stomach pressed down onto my bare
chest and stomach. I was aware of his excited breathing, the movement of
his diaphragm, his belly alternatively concave and convex. We found some
kind of rhythm. Breathing was difficult as neither of us could seem to get
enough air through our noses. HIs rock-hard erection was mashing down next
to mine and I felt as though I might cum right then and there! Our bare
feet and legs jostled back and forth and I found this almost ticklish.
As Jason cradled my head ever more passionately, my hands caressed all
up and down his smooth sides and around to his bare back. Embracing him
tightly, I pulled him even closer, as if that were even possible, for our
two teen bodies seemed to be pressed together about as tightly as they could
be.
His teeth were grinding against mine a lot at first, but he slowed down
a bit and settled into a reasonably comfortable position so that our tongues
could enjoy each other's intimate company. And he had a very good tongue!
I think he was as surprised as I was.
Finally, Jason came up for air and we were both breathing very hard.
Exhausted, he nuzzled his face between my neck and shoulder and rested,
breathing in my scent. I could feel his boner starting to get big again.
Mine responded likewise as I inhaled the strong scent of his now glistening
body. I felt drenched ... and thirsty. But I didn't care. His body slid
around on top of mine as he began nibbling, licking, and sucking on my neck
and shoulder.
Suddenly, I rolled us over and now I was on top of him, his eyes
looking up into mine. I pinned his wrists at his ears and licked and sucked
on his smooth hairless chest. Our bodies were not pressed so tightly
together now and I could feel him pushing his cut-offs down ... as well as
mine. Now we were both naked from the thigh up and our boners were
rock-hard and they lay next to each other.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw that Jason had also slid his belt out
of the belt loops of his cut-offs. As I continued planting sweet kisses all
around his sexy tanned neck and shoulders and face, he brought his belt up
and slapped it down across my bare back. I winced, but it didn't sting at
all. He wasn't really in a position to deliver a real lash. But the idea
of Jason whipping me as I tenderly kissed his body, our pelvises grinding
together with a rhythm all their own, was enough to make me cum, and I did,
and then he did, our spunk mixing together in and around our belly buttons.
I just lay there on top of him for a while until he rolled me back on
top of him. He was the first one to say it.
"I love you."
Damn, was this really happening?!! Yesterday, wanted to beat me up.
This is way heavier than the kinky play I thought we were getting into. But
I definitely felt something, and not all of it was in my loins any longer.
I felt something in my heart. "I love you, too," I whispered in his ear.

To be continued.

 
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