Saved by the Bell

By moc.noissimx.tuokcalb@airuxof

Published on Jul 5, 1994

Gay

WARNING! If you do NOT like pornographic material, then beat it. (If you do like it, beat it too, but don't leave please!) All characters are fictitious, and are not related in any way to any real TV series in any way, even if names and places may be coincidental.

"Saved By The Hand-Story #1"

The bell rung to leave class and Zack, as usual, hurried as quickly as he could to leave the room. Just as he got to the doorway, a hand stopped him from walking any farther.

"Where do you think you're going, Zack?" It was Mr. Belding.

"Uh... Right to detention, of course." Zack flashed a "Zack Morris" smile at the principal and walked back to a back-row seat.

Zack Morris was 18, and aching to get out of the school. His cock was aching for release. He had been studying for a final exam at Slater's house for the past few nights. Slater was definately straight and wouldn't beleive in jacking off with Zack. The preppie, as he was known around High School, eased his fingers through his blond hair, aching to get home.

Mr. Belding paced around the front of the classroom, impatiently. Finally, he spoke to Zack.

"You know, tonight is my wife and my anniversary. And... You don't mind if..."

"If you let me out of detention?" Zack finished for him, smiling excitedly. Mr. Belding thought it over and finally nodded. "Then, I'm outta here!" The blond preppie grabbed his books and headed swiftly for the door. Mr. Belding clasped his hand on Zack's shoulder just as he approached the door.

"Thanks, kid. This means a lot." Zack couldn't stand the sentimatality.

"Go home and have fun." Zack winked, leaving a stunned Mr. Belding behind. He couldn't have been talking about... Nah...

Before Zack could go home, he had to grab his sweaty athletic cloths in the gym room. He loved to smell his own sweat while jacking his cock. He rounded the corner, pushed the door open, and almost ran into a naked Slater.

"What the hell... Preppie, I thought you were in detention?" Slater stood, towel around his neck, sporting a naked, tan, and hot body. At least, so Zack thought as his cock began to push against his jeans.

"He wanted to go fuck his wife. It's their anniversary." Slater nodded and began to laugh.

"When I'm as old as him, I'll be letting anyone off work so I can work on the old woman back at home." Zack laughed, patted his friend on the shoulder and began to walk past him. Just then, Slater turned also, his cock brushing Zack's hand as he passed. Not wanting to show that he felt anything, Zack continued on. Slater flushed red, and walked out towards the showers.

"See ya later, Preppie."

Zack watched the hot athletic stud's buns as he moved down the hallway. How he would like to touch his cock sometime.

The blonde stud continued over to his locker, which happenned to be next to Slater's. Inside, he could see a jock-strap, sweaty from a hard work out. A sweaty shirt lay next to the strap. Zack couldn't help but smell the aroma coming from the items. He undid his lock and grabbed his sweaty clothing and stuffed it in his bag. In the background he heard the showers turn on, and the moans of Slater being relaxed in the warm spray of water.

Just as Zack locked his locker, he looked again at Slater's clothing. He thought, Boy, those would smell good if I jacked off while getting a whiff of Slater.

With that thought, he grabbed the jock-strap and shirt, and stuffed it in his gym bag. He would say goodbye to Slater before he left.

Morris walked down the hall towards the showers, and peered around the corner. There stood the muscular Slater in a mist of warm steam, a hard cock in his hand. He didn't notice Zack gazing in on his jacking off session, so he kept stroaking his at least seven inch cock. Zack thought about how hot it looked, to see his good friend playing with himself. After a moment or more of watching, he back around the corner and talked loudly.

"Slater? I'll see ya later, buddy!" He looked around the corner, his eyes meeting with Slater's. Slater had his hand around his cock, and was in mid-stroke. He quickly turned away, hiding his cock from Zack's view. "Woah, sorry to barge in on ya. Enjoy yourself." Zack winked at Slater, and headed back out of the locker room, adjusting his hardon.

Immediatly after Zack arrived home to an empty house, he ran upstairs, and unzipped his pants. Finally, the rest he received. His cock still stood hard from his encounter with Slater. Although he would have wanted more to happen between the two, seeing Slater's hot cock gave him something to think about while jacking.

With his left hand stroaking his seven incher, he opened his gym bag with his right hand pulled out his clothes. He only had a shirt, shorts, and underwear because he wasn't on football, and thus he didn't need a jock-strap.

Zack Morris breathed in his sweaty scent from his gym clothes. They smelled sweaty, yet clean. He felt dirty, and so he wanted to smell something dirty. Zack reached in for Slater's still damp shirt and jock-strap. As the aroma of Slater filled Zack's room, the preppie began to pump his hard cock even harder.

He stuck his nose deep into the armpits of Slater's shirt, imagining the naked Slater, cock in hand, rubbing off in the showers. How Zack wanted to be there, helping him. He imagined running his fingers down Slater's hard chest to the thickly matted patch of black pubic hair. After that, sliding his palm up and down his friends cock.

Zack pumped his own dick even more furious. In his mind he could see the whole episode happenning. Morris could feel Slater wrapping strong and rough hands around the preppie's cock, feeling it.

Soon enough, the preppie came close to cumming all over his newly washed bedspread. He slowed his stroakes and grabbed the jock-strap. Inside were a few black pubic hairs from Slater's dick. It was somewhat soaked with sweat from a tough football work out that Slater seemed to have enjoyed.

With the jock-strap pressed against his nose, Morris smelled Slater and imagined his face being that close to the football star's prick. It would be so wonderful, thought Zack. He kept jacking with his left hand, feeling his cock all over. Curious, he stuck his tongue out and licked the jock strap. It tasted salty; not the taste of sweat though. Odd enough, Zack thought of the times he had slurped his own cum after jerking off. It was! Slater had came in his jock strap.

After learning the news, Zack's hand moved furiously up and down his shaft. He toyed momentarily with the head of his cock, intensely touching the soft skin on the far side of his dick. Zack Morris felt so good!

Laying back, he placed the sweaty jock strap on his face, occasionally poking his tongue to taste the sweet and bitter dried cum on it. His left hand was moving up and down his shaft while his right hand played with his balls, moving them around gently in his scrotum. Every now and then he moved it up to his patch of blondish pubic hair, running his fingers through the soft hair. He moved his hand up under his shirt and toyed with his erect nipples. Then, they moved back down to his balls, massaging them.

Just then, Slater opened the door to Zack's room, talking.

"No one answered so I thought I'd--" Zack abruptly sat up straight, the jock-strap falling off the bed right to Slater's feet. Casually, he bent down, picked it up, and tossed it in the corner. Zack was so stunned at Slater's arrival that both hands still held on to his manhood.

"Slater, I didn't expect you to--"

"So that's where they went," said Slater pointing to the jock-strap and shirt. "Do you need help continuing your fun? I'd have wanted you to play with me in the showers, but after you winked I called for you, but you were gone." Zack smiled, and pulled on Slater's shirt, bringing him closer.

"If you'd like to have some fun, I'd love to."

Zack moved his body closer to the far end of the bed, allowing Slater to lay down. Then, Zack moved his hands to Slater's zipper, undid it and stuck his hand inside.

The afternoon was just beginning for the two boys, thanks to Mr. Belding. As Zack kissed Slater's lips he thought, "I guess sometimes it's good to be 'Saved by the Bell', in this case, a horny principal named Mr. Belding."

Next: Chapter 2


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