| 18th April 2005 - 05:54:22 PM |
| 13172 : Morrissey |
| Hey Diamond, how's it been I haven't seen you since that night behind the West Hollywood Bowling Alley, maybe next time I can sing a few songs for you before we get into the anal pleasure. I want you to know that your little chode of a penis is a nice break from big or even average sized ones and I can't wait to hear from you. |
| 18th April 2005 - 06:13:12 PM |
| 13173 : |
| 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. This story is the original work of Scott Van Horn, but may be reposted as seems may be. Give me credit, though! Comments and Suggestions are welcome at: foxuria@blackout.sim.es.com "Saved By The Hand-Story #1" Scott Van Horn 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." From: foxuria@blackout.sim.es.com -- [Scott Van Horn] [Brer Foxuria] [Bountiful, Utah] [foxuria@blackout.sim.es.com] * The AlterNet! BBS - SysOp: Dmitri Baughman (dmitri@blackout.sim.es.com) * |
| 18th April 2005 - 06:18:58 PM |
| 13174 : Milo the Janitor |
| The following story is complete fiction, although it uses characters from a tv series. There is sex between TWO TEENAGE MALES, so if you are not into that material, STAY AWAY! Do NOT flame me if I ruin your views of a porno Saved by the Bell story. If M/M is not your thing, don't read on. Comments and suggestions welcome at the address following this story. Saved By the Bell Study Hour - Story #2 The night of studying turned out to be long and tedious, the minutes slowly passing by as Slater quizzed Zack on American History review questions their teacher had given them. Slater's room matched Slater's character perfectly. There were posters of hot jocks sweating it out in football, weightlifting, basketball, and other sports. Every once in a while, Zack would take a moment to glance at the posters, feeling a twinge in his crotch. Slater had a queen-size bed with dark blue covers and pillows. Zack lay on his side on the right side of the bed facing Slater, who was laying on his side also on the left. Both had their hands supporting their heads, but Slater was studying furiously. He did not want to fail. Zack had just barely turned 18, his friends surprising him with a party last weekend. Now, he could legaly get all the dirty magazine's he wanted, although he didn't know how to get what he really needed, fresh cock. Ever since he had started jacking off, around age 11, he had looked through his yearbook imagining the locker room full of his favorite guy friends. So far, he hadn't touched a single cock but his own. Sliding his hands through his hair, he watched Slater intensly. He had seen the jock's cock in the showers a few times before; an at least seven incher nestled in a wave of black curly hair. Zack Morris, known as preppie by Slater, imagined the stud holding on to the preppie's own seven inch prick, rubbing his hands up and down, creating thousands of sensational feelings, and feeling his blond pubic hair. He came after thinking of Slater at least once a week for the past few years. It was something he looked forward to each week. Slater was a black curly haired muscle-bound jock who showed his muscled off to the girls almost as much as he did to Morris. Zack always gave him the attention he wanted, even the attention Zack wanted never came around to happenning. "...and so, who was the 38th president of the United States?" Zack had a blank look, staring deeply into Slater's eyes. "....Wha? Uh, um.." Zack sighed out of boredom. "Look, I'm feeling kind of bored. I'm not tired, I'm just sick of talking history. Let's do..uh..talk about something else for a while. The preppie layed back on the bed, his ankles crossed. He wore a denim shirt, and levi jeans. "You're right, preppie. I think it's time for a break." Slater almost mimicked Zack's movements, except he quickly, and nonchalantly scratched his pubic hair through his red sweat shorts. Out of the corner of his eye, Zack examined the soft bulge that pressed against the shorts of the jock. In his mind, he imagined the stud running his fingers up and down his cock, finally rubbing it with the palm of his hand. Zack could almost see Slater with one hand on his cock, the other feeling his balls and sac. Zack soon became hard in his pants, his dick awquardly pushing up against his jeans. He wore boxers, a standard at Bay Side High School, which made him easily embaressed when he became hard. "What are ya thinking about, Zack?" Slater quizzed. Not wanting to tell the truth, Morris replied. "Nothing, really." He tried to think of something else to talk about. "There has to be something. Why else would a stud like you have a hard dick." Zack's face flushed, and immediately Slater apologized. "Oh, I didn't mean to embaress you. I just was curious." "Really, it's nothing." Zack wanted to keep as quiet as he could about his thoughts. Slater smiled. "I know, we can play truth or dare. That way you're HAVE to tell me!" He laughed evily, rubbing his palms. Zack imagined the palms rubbing up and down his own shaft. The thought drove his cock up, through the opening of his boxers, and close to the denim fabric of his jeans. He sat his legs up, bringing his feet closer to me. Perhaps this would lower the visibility of his hot and hard prick. "Okay. You choose first, truth or dare, I ask the question, and if you won't answer the question truthfully, there's going to be a penalty." Slater seemed to have planned this out before, but Zack decided to play along anyways. Perhaps it would lead to other things. "Sounds fair to me. But, since you're making the rules up, I'll ask first." Zack flashed a boyish grin at Slater, and layed back on his side again. His cock pushed a little more out, showing a noticable point from his cock head. Slater glanced down smiled, and spoke. "Truth." Zack thought a moment, and then asked the question. "Okay, what's the farthest you've got with any girl at Bay Side. I want detail, Slater!" With that, the jock groaned and swore at the question, thinking the preppie wouldn't ask about something that personal. "Oh, um... Okay, it's been with Jesse." Jesse was a girl, about 18, with long curly dark brown hair. She was somewhat beautiful, somewhat tall, but nonetheless, Slater had been her boyfriend many times. "Uh... It happened on the night of Prom, and we went up the canyon afterwards. She said she wanted to see the stars without the citylights glaring the sky and I wanted to be alone with her." Slater stared into oblivion as he recalled the tale. Zack noticed Slater's cock begin to rise up from the inside of his shorts. "Go on..." Zack wanted to know what happened. "Okay, and so we kissed for a while, you know, frenching and all that. Soon, I became really....excited and the next thing I knew, my hands were all over her breasts." Zack whistled. "Wow, that's pretty far. How did it feel?" "You mean you've never touched a girl's tits?" Zack shook his head yes. "I have, really. Just not Jesse's. Nor Kelly's." Zack was usually rumored to be going out with Kelly, although the farthest they had gone was kissing. "What else?" "Well, by that time I was very....um...." Zack knew the word Slater was looking for. Morris wanted him to say the word 'hard.' Slater still tried to act like he was beyond straight. "Hard, you mean?" Zack smiled with Slater, but glanced at the jock's seven inch cock pushing up from his body. Zack thought, 'Yes, you're hard like you are now, stud.' "Yeah.. I was very hard. So, she felt down and touched it through my pants. Then I started kissing her more, not wanting to go too far. And so, after that I drove her home." Zack ignored his earlier cautions as to how much Slater talked dirty. "You mean she didn't suck your cock off?" Slater laughed, and looked at Zack somewhat hungrily. "No, she didn't. I wanted her to do it so bad. Oh, that would have felt so good." Zack placed Slater's image in his mind, sucking the preppies cock off right there in Slater's bed. He could almost feel the slow moving motions running up and down the shaft of his cock, now pushing harder into his jeans. Zack almost needed to run to the bathroom so he could free his cock and rub it. Without noticing it, Slater had moved his hand to his own cock and already had begun to rub it through his red sweat shorts. Up, down, up, down. Zack watched in amazement as Slater's strong hands navigated up, down and around his large cock. Zack pondered, 'There has to be a way I can get my hands on that thing!' Slater noticed Zack watching his cock and spoke up. "Go ahead, I don't mind... You can rub your cock, if you want to. It's your turn, although. Truth or dare?" With tense and nervous hands, Zack milked his hard seven inch dick in front of a hungry Slater. Feeling somewhat experimental he toned in. "Dare." Slater was stunned for a moment. He had no clue what he could do with Zack that the preppie wouldn't mind doing. The jock took a moment and re-examined himself. He had just told himself "What he could DO with Zack." Deep down, Slater wanted to do something with Zack. Smiling, Slater told Zack what to do. "Strip, then strip me, and be my girlfriend." Stunned beyond belief, Zack stared at Slater. His friend's chest heaved faster with nervousness and Zack found himself in a state of terrified shock. 'Was Slater serious?' he asked himself time and time again. "So, are you going to do it?" Zack nodded and told Slater to stand up next to him. The jock told him to hold on a moment while he shut the blinds so it was somewhat dark in the room. Then, slowly and carefully, Zack undid his belt. Taking care to make sure Slater was being serious, he watched his athletically built friend lick his lips habitually, eyes locked on Zack's crotch. Slater was serious. Zack zipped his pants down and let them fall to the ground. His cock then shot out and stood in front of him, pointing straight at Slater. As if on cue, the jock ripped his pants down so his cock looked identical in poise to Zack. Then, ever so hesitantly, they both reached for eachother's poles, touching them timidly. Zack could feel Slater's rough hands enclosing around his cock, feeling its warmth and hardness. His fingers tip-toed down to the preppie's hanging balls, gently feeling them. Zack copied Slater's movements, feeling the darker looking meat ever so gently. Slater whispered. "Gosh, Zack, this feels so good. Let's lay down on my bed." Zack nodded, and took his shirt off. Slater did the same, pulling his boxers down to the floor. Together, they crawled into Slater's bed, naked. They pressed their hot bodies next to eachother, Zack marveling at the warmth emitting from Slater. 'Man, he's hot! I wonder if he'd suck me off.' Before Zack could vocalize his thoughts to Slater, he felt his cock being rubbed up and down. Slater moved Zack's hand to the jock's cock. "Come on, Preppie. Run your soft hands up and down my dick and balls. Come on, feel it." Zack did as he was told, sliding his fingers up and down, spending a few moments on Slater's cockhead. It bulged with blood, and was precariously cut. He felt his own cockhead being fondled. Then, the athletic hands of Slater moved to Zack's pubic hair, running his rough fingers through the soft blond hair. Slater told Zack he always wondered what color Zack's hair was around his cock. The preppie noticed how Slater moved his body in time with Zack's hand, just like he was fucking it. Zack did the same. "Oh, I love this Zack. We have to do this more often, since it's better than rubbing my own dick." Zack said the same thing, and noticed Slater's erect nipples on his bulging pecs. "You know, Slater. I've always wanted to touch and suck your chest. It's just so. . .muscular, that I've always wanted to do---" Slater anxiously cut him off. "Do it. Straddle me and suck them." According to the stud's commands, Zack sat up and straddled his friend who he had fantasized being with in this situation so many nights before. He looked down at the mass of sweating flesh before him. Zack could almost taste the stud's skin against his warm tongue. The preppie examined Slater's carefully arched muscles surrounding his hard nipples. Slowly the blond haired stud lowered his face to Slater's tanned chest, but was stopped inches from the erect nipples, surrounded by almost invisible hair. Slater whispered. "Kiss me." Zack moved up, his cock laying gently on Slater's, and leaned towards Slater's mouth. He moved his mouth gently sideways and lowered it slowly to a waiting Slater. With eyes looking deep into his friend's eyes, Slater arched his back to kiss Zack, both mouths slightly open. They mingled bodies, breathed eachother's breath, fused lips, but most important of all, Slater and Zack realized they loved eachother, and this was more than just a friendship. It had become a relationship between friends. As Zack ran his tongue into Slater's mouth, he showed how much he loved the athletic hunk of muscle he was laying on. When Slater grabbed Zack's firm ass and held it tight as he met tongues with Zack he was emitting signs of love. They broke off kissing, and Zack kept his face inches from Slater's, looking deep into his eyes. "Slater. . . I, uh..." He sighed, smiled, and pecked the jock on the lips. "Slater, I love you. I want to be your boyfriend, even if you have a girlfriend. I really do love you." Slater smiled, lifted one of his hands from the preppie's tight butt, and pressed Zack's head back towards Slater's, kissing it furiously. Slater rolled until he was on top of Zack. Amazingly, the jock seemed light and delicate to Zack's smooth and simple frame. He relished as he felt muscle lay on top of him, enveloping his body, almost caressing it. The preppie slid one hand down and held onto Slater's musclely and hard butt; the other hand feeling the curly black hair on Slater's head. Their tongues danced happily in eachother's mouths and their saliva mixed creating a tangy taste. Slater broke off the kiss and moved to the left a little more on Zack's body. He reached his left arm underneath the preppies arm, and his hard dick found Zack's right leg. Placing his head near Zack's ear, he began to tempt him with his tongue. He licked Zack's sideburns and ear whispering things like, "I love you, Zack" and "Tonight, we're going to cum together." Zack felt so good, as Slater began to rub his meat up and down Zack's leg, slowly at first. As Slater humped the preppie's thigh, his own meat was feeling the same as the jock's. The preppie held on to Slater's hard butt and muscular back, pulling and pushing the jock up and down his body. Slater sweated furiously and soon increased his pace. Faster and faster he moved himself as he felt an orgasm prepare itself to come out. Wanting to cum the best he had ever done it, Slater went all out on Zack's leg. Slater's ripply six-pack rubbed Zack's dick making him come close to cumming. The sensation would not stop for both studs as the rubbed eachother. Then, at the exact same time, they felt a surge rage through their cocks. At first it was complete pleasure, and then they felt the cum shoot on eachother, somewhat lubricating their stomachs, sending Slater sliding all over. Cum dripped down the sides of their chests and Slater stopped humping Zack. He simply layed there, kissing Zack softly and gently. In his mind, the preppie could see other studying sessions that ended this way. As they drifted off to sleep, together, they held eachother close and dreamed of passing their test, and then celebrating...together...alone. Comments and Suggestions and Flames welcome at: foxuria@blackout.sim.es.com -- [Scott Van Horn] [Brer Foxuria] [Bountiful, Utah] [foxuria@blackout.sim.es.com] * The AlterNet! BBS - SysOp: Dmitri Baughman (dmitri@blackout.xmission.com) * |
| 18th April 2005 - 06:33:57 PM |
| 13175 : |
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| 19th April 2005 - 12:44:07 PM |
| 13180 : Clay Aiken |
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| 19th April 2005 - 01:53:44 PM |
| 13181 : Ryan Seacrest |
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| 13183 : Clay Aiken |
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