Date: Mon, 8 Dec 1997 20:58:40 EST
From: story_teller69@hotmail.com
Subject: Ian

[Some elements based on the story "Eighth Grade with Charles" by Zareb]

  Ian Miller was gorgeous.  He had shoulder length blonde hair, golden eyes;
he was short, probably 5"7' or so, and he wore tight shirts and baggy jeans.
He was extremely popular with the girls and I'm sure he was adored by a guy or
two...myself included.
  3rd. period was the period I always looked forward to: gym.  This was the
period that I got to see Ian's smooth chest, and his boxer's.  He wasn't
extremely developed, like, he didn't have a lot of muscle, but I didn't care,
in my eyes, he was the most gorgeous boy to ever walk the face of the earth.
  Oh, let me introduce myself, I'm Jes.  I'm 6"1', short, blonde hair, green
eyes, 145lb.  Like Ian, I'm not extremely built, but, track will help me with
that.
  Anyway, back to Ian: gym had begun and I walked in to find Ian putting his
bag in the tall locker.  I forgot to mention, Ian and I are friends.  Not best
friends, but we talk to each other. 
  "Hey, Ian." I said, walking up to him and putting my bag in the locker with
his (we shared a locker).
  "Hey, Jes, wassup?"
  "Oh, not much, you?"
  Ian lifted his chartrouse shirt over his head, revealing his chest.  He had
two perfect pink nipples, calling me.  Of course, I resisted the temptation.
  "Nothing.  Hey, I got the perfect plan during second period, and I need the
perfect person to do it with."
  "Really, what's the plan?"
  "Well, don't you want to know who it's with?"
  "Okay, who with?"
  "You, silly!" he said, while playfully slapping my chest.
  "Really?" I said, smiling.
  "Yes," Ian's eyes grew wide and stared into mine.
  "Well, what's the plan?"
  "You and I, we'll skip fourth,"
  "Good, that's Geometry,"
  "And we sneak into the old Science room, room 134, and pilfer around."
  "Sounds like fun."
  All the science rooms had been moved to the new building.  So, for now, all
the old science rooms were vacated.  Empty.  Calling for someone to explore
them.

  After gym, Ian and I were slow dressing, we wanted to be the last ones out.
After the whole locker room had gone on to fourth, Ian and I left, heading the
oppisite direction as everyone else.
  When room 134 came into view, Ian smiled at me.  He turned the handel, open.
  "I thought these doors always remained locked?"
  Ian held up a key.  "Being an office aid has its advantages."

When inside, Ian closed the door behind us, he had locked it so no one could
open it.
  "Hey, look," I said, holding up an old grade book.  
  The room had one teacher desk on the far side, in the corner.  In the back,
there were four lab tables, each with three seperate sections.
  Ian hopped up on one of the tables, swinging his feet.
  "This is going to be fun..." I said sarcastically.
  "Well, I thought there was going to be more in here."
  I had hopped up on the table he was on and I was sitting right next to him.
I had the grade book opened and I was flipping through the pages.  Ian had
leaned over me, looking at the names.
  Ian looked up at me, and caught me staring at his golden hair.  He looked
deep into my eyes and began to lean in, closer to me.  I leaned in also, we
both began closing our eyes.
  Then, our lips touched.  Our mouths opened slightly, letting our eager
tounges explore each others mouth.  I placed my hand on the back of his neck,
pulling him closer to me.  This was the best kiss I have ever had.  Well, now
that I think about it, it was my only kiss.
  We parted and looked at each other.
  "Wow," was all I could say.
  "Yeah," apparently was all he could manage.  "I've never kissed another guy
before.  I--I liked it."
  "Me too."
  "Jes, I have to tell you...I really like you.  I love you."
  "Oh, Ian, you don't know how much those three words mean to me!  I've had a
crush on you the size of Taiwan since sixth grade.  I was 11!  Now, it's the
ninth grade, I'm 14, and my wish is coming true."
  I looked down at his crotch and noticed a tent in his baggy Levi's.  I
placed my hand on the tent and Ian gave a soft moan.  I began to massage his
penis.
  I stood up, pulling Ian up with me.  "Take off your shirt...or, better yet,"
I slowly pulled his shirt off of him.  His breathing began to become shorter.
I knelt in front of him and looked up at him.  I leaned in and took his tent
into my mouth.  He moaned.  I slowly undid his jeans and pulled them down to
his ankels.  He was wearing plad, flannel boxers.  I pulled them down to.
  His dick was beautiful.  He had a tuft of golden hair above his crotch and
his dick was about 5" long.  I lowered in and took his whole, erect, dick into
my mouth until it touched the back of my throat.  Ian was groaning and he had
his hand on the back of my head, not wanting me to stop.  I sucked faster and
faster, harder and harder.  His hips bucked, his ass tensed, his balls drew up
and his shot his wad in my mouth.  I savored every drop.  I got up and Ian
stared at me.
  "Jesse, I love you."
  "Ian, I love you, too."
  "I'm having a birthday party this weekend...want to come?"
  "Of course!"
  "Great, the party starts at six, you be there at four.  My parents will be
gone.  We'll have the house to ourselves for a little while."
  "Great."   I leaned in and kissed him. He returned the kiss.


Ian II

I was up by six o'clock, awaiting four to come.  I watched some tv, same ol'
crap.  I did some things to entertain myself: wash dishes, clean my room, mow
the lawn.  My parents were struck dumb when they saw me doing chores.
Finally, I looked at my watch and it was four o'clock; I was right in the
middle of mowing.  So, I ran into the house, "Mom, dad, I'm going over to
Ian's!"
  "Who?"
  "Ian, it's his birthday, he lives down the street!"
  "OK, be home around--"
  "Thanks, bye!"  I called, sliding the door shut.
  I went into the garage and rummaged through the boxes that I had hidden
Ian's gift in.  I got him a "beef-cake" calendar.  It had a whole bunch of
shirtless studs.  One pic, my favorite, (Mr. June), was wearing nothing but a
leaf over his dick.  It always made me hard.
  I hopped on my bike and peddled the three streets to his house.  By the time
I got there, it was four fifteen.
  I knocked on the door.  Ian's face appeared int the window that was in the
middle of the door near the top.
  He opened it to let me in.  He was in a pair of bikini briefs.
  "Hey," I said.
  "Hi, honey," he said, leaning over to peck my cheek.  "Come on upstaris and
help me choose my wardrobe."
  "Well, Ian, I think what you have on now is quite smashing."  he just
chuckled and ran upstairs.  I followed.
  In his room, his closet was open.  He went over to it and began shuffling
through his shirts.  I walked up behind him and I placed my hand on his ass.
I reached in, under the briefs, placing my hands on his bare skin.  He turned
his head, smiling at me.  Then, he turned completely around and my hands
stayed where they were, which ment that now, my hand was on his cock.  I
squeezed his dick and Ian moaned.  We leaned in and kissed, our tounges
exploring each others mouth.
  I parted first.
  "Ian, I need to use your shower, I was mowing and I'm all sweaty."
  "Sure, that door."  he pointed to a door on the far right wall.
  "Wow, your own bathroom.  Neat."
  "Yep."

  I walked into the bathroom and closed the door but met Ian's hand.
  "Uh-uh.  I need a shower, too."
  "Really...?" I said, slyly.
  "Yeah," Ian said, closing the door.
  Ian walked over to the tub and turned on the water, letting it warm up.  He
was still in his boxers, so he didn't have to take off much.  He was naked by
the time I was getting out of my pants.
  We stepped into the shower, by now the water was warm and it was beating
down on our backs.  Well, Ian's back.  I was turned facing him.
  "Ian, this is weird," I said.
  "It is?"
  "Well, we've only known each other for two days, now we're in the shower
together."  Ian planted a major kiss on my lips.  "But, you know, that's fine
with me," I said, moving into him.  My left leg went in between his legs, as
hei left leg went in between mine.  My knee was rubbing up against his cock,
as his was mine.  Now, you couldn't tell where one started and one stopped.
  We were kissing passionately, tounges ramming down each others throat.  My
dick, by now, was rock hard and was jammed into Ian's knee, as his was mine.
  "Jes," he said, pecking my lips, "remember Thursday?"
  "Yeah," I said.
  "My turn."  With that, Ian dropped to his knees.  My 6" dick was at
attention.  Ian licked my head and it flopped up, then down.  He took my whole
boyhood in his mouth.  His tounge worked my shaft, milking me.  He was really
good!
  "Ooooh, Ian,"  I moaned, "I'm going to cum!"
  Ian sped up.  His head bobbed up and down, harder, faster.  Then, I blew my
cum in his mouth.  I kept shooting and shooting.  It seemed as though I would
never stop.
  When I stopped, finally, Ian stood up.  
  "Let's take our shower," he said, grabbing a rag from a rack on the wall.
He took the soap and rubbed it on the rag.  Then, he ran the soapy rag over my
chest.  He was licking my nipples, then he soaped them.  He soaped my stomach,
then, my back, butt and neck.  Then, turned my back around and did my cock.
He stood up and put me under the shower.
  My turn.  I took the soapy rag and held it.  I kissed and licked his neck,
then washed it.  Then, I kissed, sucked and licked his nipples.  Then, washed
them.  I finished him and put him under the shower.  Then, we embraced and
kissed.  I ran my hands down his back and cupped his soft ass in my hands and
squeezed them.  He did the same.
  "Ian, I'm glad I found you."
  "So am I."  We got out of the shower and dressed.  I wore Ian's brothers
clothes.  Ian's brother was eighteen and in college in California...a long way
from North Carolina.  Ian's bro, Nick, dressed almost identical to Ian.  I
ended up wearing baggy BAGGY Levi's and a skin tight sky blue, velvet type
shirt.  Ian wore baggy BAGGY Levi's (almost idnetical to mine) and a skin
tight chocolate brown cordoury.  I wore no underwear, so Ian, not wanting to
be different, went boxerless also.
  When he saw me he rubbed my tummy. 
  "I always liked this shirt."  We leaned in for a kiss.  I sucked on his
tounge.

When we got downstairs, it was five-thirty.


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