Date: Wed, 30 Jan 2002 16:30:16 -0700 From: email@example.com Subject: "Hanging up the Drapery Boy" Gay High school +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Don't be an unpleasant boy. If you are younger than the age at which your community which permits this kind of "literature" by you than press the return key and play elsewhere. It's not that I don't like you, I just ask that you come back when you are old enough. Thanks lads. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ When I sleep, I really sleep. I will sleep through the end of the world, and miss all the fun. I was sleeping through my mother's insistent voice, sounding like it was coming from the bottom of a rain barrel. "Billy. Listen to me. Mr. Graddick the man who is hanging our new drapes is coming this morning. Blink your eyes if you hear me" I blinked. "Hey Mom, it's Saturday." When your eighteen, Saturday is better than any day of the week. I can sleep until noon if no one bothers me. Even having to take a leak makes me more drugged and asleep. I knew my Mom had to work this Saturday. She's an operating room nurse....makes good money. There's only me and Mom; ol' Dad flew the coop years ago. Good riddance. She leaned over and kissed then headed out the door. I could hear the car start and I was alone. I got up, naked of course--that's how I sleep. I peed and admired myself in the mirror over the john. Nice dick I though, nice abs beginning to develop on my smooth fair-skinned chest. "You're a hottie!" I said to myself. I examined my good looking face (no pimples...that's good but no whiskers...that's bad.) I headed into the kitchen having first donned a pair of nylon basketball shorts. I heated up a pop tart and swallowed it with a Pepsi.. (I'm not into health food, thank you.) I layed out my free weights. I was just beginning to do squats when the doorbell rang. I figured it must be old Mr. Graddick, here to hang the drapes. I opened the front door. There stood a kid about my age. He was fabulous looking. blond hair, tall, killer smile of amusement and he guessed my stupid staring. "My Dad couldn't come. I'm going to do the job." I could swear he smiled wickedly at me. Suddenly I knew who he was. He was Shawn, our high school's top tennis player. That explained his rounded, muscled arms and that great tan. He was dressed in bell bottom jeans (no kidding) I found out later that his father had brought back a dozen from his stint in the navy...he was in ship's stores. They clung to Shawn's powerful thighs. Shawn brought in a ladder, then bundles of the new drapes. "Do you thing," I said, "I'll just continue my workout. I finished the squats and began chinning. I could see him climbing up and down the ladder. Suddenly there was the sound of a soft thud and a loud curse. "You OK I called." "It's there bell bottoms. I keep tripping going up and down. When is your Mom coming back? "In about five hours. Why?" "Well with just two guys here, I slip out of the jeans." I told him it was OK.. I really wanted to ask him if I could help him get them off. Anyway, off they came, exposing Shawn's strong legs. Tennis guys have the best legs. His were tanned and had a little curly blond hair on his shins. He was wearing white briefs. A nice puffy crotch too. He went back to his job and I began to workout again. Suddenly he called. "Hey Billy. This ladder is shaking. Can you steady it for me, I'm going to climb higher?" "Sure," I said, delighted to get closer to the dream guy in his underwear. I stood next to the ladder. "How should I do this." (I meant 'do you')/ "Come around the front and hold the side of the ladder. I came around and put my hands on the frame. He climbed and the ladder began swaying wildly. Instinctively I grabbed his waist to keep him from falling. Both my hand were on his bare body. He looked down at me and smiled a wicked smile. "That feels good. I guess I a little horny." I gulped. "Me too. I guess it is the early hour. I may just excuse myself and have a little hand action." "Don't go. Lean into me. Take a sniff. I think you want to. You know I heard about you at school. I planned this meeting by taking Dad's place. I"ve been wanting to get it on with you. Slip my briefs down." I was gasping in excitement. I pulled then down. The area under his briefs was pale white, not like his legs and chest which I saw a little later. A bit blond-hairy and very fine. His meaty cock lay comfortably in the hollow formed by his low hanging balls. I leaned in. The smell was great: a mix of funky and spicy. As I examined his cock, it began to lengthen. The pink head began to emerge. It was shiny and red and already a drop of fluid rested at the slit. "Come on baby, Don't be shy. Lick and kiss me. Get it hard. I haven't come in four days, I'm bursting." I leaned in. As I got closer his cock reared up to meet my lips. I licked the tip. He was already shaking a moaning. "Come on. Get you hot mouth around it. I'm so hot for you, I'm almost ready to cum now." I began allowing his cock to enter my mouth. I moved my tongue around. He was going crazy. Shouting at me: "Come on, suck hard, get me off you fucker." Then I felt myself really getting into it. I was groaning around his dick, sucking in and out, flicking my tongue around the head. Suddly he froze and spoke through gritting teeth. "That's it. Don't move. Swallow my cum-m-m-m-m-m" He then started to fuck my mouth, speaking gibberish and then he came in great gushes of sweet and salty cum. When he finished. He go shakily down the ladder. He fell on the floor near his pants. He was on all four, his ass up in the air. He reached for a rubber and handed it to me. "It's not over until my ass sings. Put this on and get to work, don't be a weenie." His ass was the finest in the Western Hemisphere, elegant, dimpled and slightly blond fuzzy, the hole surrounded by tuffs of slightly darker hair. I have never fucked someone before but I was up for it. I moved forward and put the head of my dick at his opening. "Go! Go! I got to feel that big meat inside me." I pushed forward and slowly my cock entered him. He was drooling over the floor and speaking nonsense. I felt so good to enter him. This is what I have been wanting but didn't know it. I started a slow in and out. My whole body felt like it was fucking. I reached under. He was hard again and dripping. I flecked him and jerked his cock in the same rhythm. Suddenly,. to my surprise, he came again, crying out: "Come you fucker....now! And cum I did, I shot at least five large wad. We rolled over, still panting. Finally Shawn said. "Is that clock right? I'll never be able to finish. I have to be at tennis practice in fifteen minutes. I looked at him and smiled: "I guess you'll have to finish them up next week." End I am one of these guys and Shawn was my friend later. We both made out with each other again and again but we were I and had many sex scenes with girls.