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Saved By The Bell #2 [M/M, Teen]
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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.
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