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The French Project
By Anonymous (address withheld)

***

I invite a friend over to work on a project, and it 
turns out he has the hots for me. (mm-teens, oral, 
anal)

***

It was a cool Sunday morning, and my parents were out 
of town for the next few days. I had a tendency to 
slack off in class, so the French project that was due 
the next, was barely half done. My partner for the 
project, Kris, was, to say the least, gorgeous. There 
were odd times in the class where I had been caught 
getting glances of his wonderful facial features. His 
semi-long frost tipped hair, bold jaw bone, and hockey 
player body, all drove me nuts.

I text Kris, and let him know that I was free for the 
rest of the day if he wanted to finish up the project. 
Almost immediately I received a reply, he would love to 
work on it, and wanted to at my house. Shit. I was 
nowhere near ready. I replied, asking for an hour or so 
to get ready. Sure he said, he'd be here at 12:30. 

I quickly ran to the bathroom, and blow dried my hair, 
the fastest I ever had in my life. I didn't even wait 
for my straightener to be fully heated, I was in a 
rush. I was just pulling on my pants when the doorbell 
rang. It was 12:19. He was early, apparently eager to 
get started. I pulled on my shirt and bolted downstairs 
to let him in. 

"Hey," I said meekly when he stepped inside the house. 
Wow, he was wearing, loose, worn jeans that were a 
light blue. His fitted blue and white striped polo 
brought out the crystal azure of his penetrating eyes.

"You're fly is down," he chuckled. How stupid could I 
possibly be? I looked straight at the floor and pulled 
up my zipper. 

"Should we get started?" I inquired. He nodded, and we 
headed into the living room, where I had already set 
out the thing for our poster. 

"Aren't you prepared?" he laughed this time. Honestly I 
just wanted everything to be perfect for when he came 
over. He truly was wonderful. I couldn't help by take a 
peak when he bent over to pick up our poster off the 
ground. His ass was firm, and nicely rounded. And then 
the worst thing ever happened. Kris turned around to 
ask something, what it was I'm not quite sure. I was so 
lost in ogling at my French partner, that when he 
glanced at me, the only cover I could think of was, 

"Do you want anything? Like a snack or..." my voice 
quivered with embarrassment. 

"Ugh yeah. Uhm, something to drink?" his face flushed. 
Why would he ever be embarrassed from something like 
this? The answer evaded me, and I had no time to think, 
I just wanted to be out of that room as quickly as 
possible.

Once in the kitchen I began fumbling through glasses to 
find us each one. When I turned around toward the 
fridge there was Kris, standing there, staring at me.

His voice shook as he talked, "On second thought... 
there was something else I wanted." He took a step 
towards me, closing the distance dramatically. His cold 
hand felt amazing on my waist, and before I knew it, 
there was no distance between us. Both his hands were 
gently resting on my waist, holding me against him. My 
arms were around his neck, and I was staring up into 
his crystal blue eyes. His body was warm, and his hands 
cold. The combination was thrilling.

"You're very beautiful, I've always wanted to tell you 
that," his voice was soothing, and I laid my head 
against his chest.

"Thank-you," I whispered and kissed his neck softly. I 
looked up at his eyes, and he kissed me softly and 
passionately on the lips. Before I knew it he had 
lifted me up onto the counter, and I had my legs 
wrapped around his torso. His scent filled my nostrils 
as his tongue filled my mouth. I had never felt so 
connected to another male in my life. Kris was 
wonderful.

He boosted me off of the counter and I led him to my 
room. Once in my room things were a little strange. I 
had never imagined that I would be in the position with 
Kris, but now that I was I loved every minute of it. I 
quickly removed hi polo, exposing his fit, toned body. 
I traced my finger from his neck, across his pecs, and 
through his six pack, down to his treasure trail. His 
skin felt amazing, and I wanted more. 

He removed my shirt, and tossed my easily onto the bed, 
face up. He climbed on top of me, and I wrapped my legs 
around his torso. He pushed down onto my pelvis, and I 
could feel his throbbing length through his jeans. With 
my arms around his neck, we continued kissing for some 
time, before I rolled us over. 

With me on top it was only minutes until his pants were 
undone, and only his sport briefs held back his 
engorged cock. His loose fitting pants slid to his 
ankles easily, and over his feet even easier. His legs 
were lightly dusted with hair, and it felt soft against 
my own. 

He rolled back on top of me, further messing up my bed 
sheets. He wasted no time in getting my socks off, and 
my boxers as well. I was lying but naked in front of 
him, with my cock standing perfectly upright. 

He eyed me from the bed, "You're so beautiful, but, 
nothing could have prepared me for how you look without 
clothes," he breathed heavy, and had a hungry look in 
his eyes. I pulled him down onto the bed next to me, 
and then went down on him. I teased the head of his 
uncut cock with the tip of my tongue. 

Soon he had my cock in his own mouth and he truly knew 
what he was doing. I could taste the pre-cum on the tip 
of his cock, and feel it pulse, I knew I was time to 
stop; I didn't want him to blow his load yet.

He flipped me off of him, and onto my back, and then 
reached into his backpack.

"What you gettin?" I asked. My question was answered by 
the bottle of lube that quickly appeared in his hand. 
My mind began raising, I had only ever had sex with one 
other guy, and it wasn't the best time of my life, but 
Kris wasn't like every other guy.

It didn't matter whether he was, because I had no time 
think anyhow. He was rubbing lube all along my ass, and 
down my crack. A few times his finger slid just inside 
my hole, grazing my g-spot, sending me waves of intense 
pleasure. I'm not even sure how long that lasted, but 
the next clear though I had, was of Kris lifting up my 
legs, and sliding his bare, lubed cock deep inside of 
me. 

Thank god no one was home, because I instantly let out 
a long moan of pleasure. Kris slowly withdrew his 
throbbing cock, just to the tip, and then slipped it 
back in, making me moan again. His gentle thrusts, each 
one making me let out sounds of pleasure, slowly 
quickened, and barely had time to catch my breath 
between each quick thrust. 

His thrusts turned harder and more forceful, and my 
inaudible moans quickly turned into, his name. He 
seemed to like that, he began purposefully thrusting me 
hard and deep just to hear his name moaned 
breathlessly. He pounded me unrelentingly, and I moaned 
continuously. Just before he was about to cum, he 
withdrew from my ass, and jacked off onto my chest, his 
warm cum flooded my body, there was so much!

I let out one last deep breath, sighing his name. I lay 
there, paralyzed from the fuck of my life, glistening 
with sweat. I glanced at the clock, it was almost five. 
We must have been fucking for at least two hours. 

"I'm gunna stay here tonight, if that's ok," said Kris 
with a wink.

"Only if you sleep in my bed," I replied with a 
chuckle.

"Nowhere else I'd rather be beautiful, I'm gunna go 
clean up."

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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