Math Sex Class

"Dammit, Carlo, are you going to help me study for this test? You know I suck at Calculus!"

Carlo just rolled his eyes. "Fine, Sam, I'll help you again. But what are you going to do in college when I'm not there to help you in math?"

I pecked Carlo on the cheek, my personal life saver. "I'm more of a liberal arts teen gay anyway, Carlo. Just help me out on this and I'll owe you forever."

He just laughed as he packed his backpack and we both headed out of English. The final bell had rung, and school was out. We both walked out the doors into the balmy spring weather. "So, just come over whenever you want, my parents are at a conference this weekend, so they won't bother us about anything." Carlo wanted to experience having sex with a teen gay like me.

A sudden thought flicked into my mind, and I said it before I was even aware of it, "Actually, just come over to my house," I offered.

Carlo stared at me for a second. "What?" he said.

I hit him on the shoulder. "Oh come on, Carlo, it wouldn't kill you to walk a block to my house every once in a while. Besides, those math books are heavy. It shouldn't take that long, anyway."

"Fine, but we'll have to hurry, I have a track meet at six, and then I have the entire weekend," he said.

"Come over at four or so," I offered, and he agreed. We walked home talking about how much we hated Ms. Telser, our AP Filipino Studies teacher, and laughing about how our friend Tim had missed an easy three pointer at the Pep Rally. We both took our separate ways at PCU. Carlo lives only eight houses down from my house, so it's not that long a trip.

I unlocked the doors to my house and walked in. My parents were sitting in the living room, and stood up when I entered. "Oh, I'm glad your back, Sam, me and your father just got called to leave for our worker's conference," my mom said. "We were waiting for you to come back; I know you forgot your key. There's plenty in the fridge to eat, don't order out."

They ran out to the car. I had entirely forgotten that their employee's seminar was this weekend. "When will you be back?" I called after them.

"Late Sunday," my dad called as they hopped in the car and sped off.

I closed the door and headed to the kitchen to grab a snack. By pure accident, I spilled a whole glass of water all over my blouse. I headed upstairs to my room to change.

I looked at my naked body in the mirror as I pulled off the drenched wet shirt. I'm 5' 8'', naturally dirty blond with large but firm chest, a tight ass, and a well toned body thanks to lacrosse and field hockey. Unconsciously, I changed into a low-cut shirt with a miniskirt. I’ve been a cross-dresser since 14 when my parents finally accepted the fact that I am a teen gay. I looked at the clock. It was already three-fifty five! I got my math books ready on the kitchen table. As if on cue, there was a knock at the door. I opened it, and there was Carlo. He had apparently taken advantage of the weather as well, as he was wearing a tight tee that accented his built frame. His blue eyes seemed to glitter for a moment as he took in my appearance, then the look was gone. I must have imagined it, I thought. "Come on in," I said.

Carlo looked around my house, eyes lingering on the crucifix balanced over the mantle. "Haven't been here in a while," he commented lazily. We both sat down by the coffee table on the sofa. He looked around for a second. "Where are your parents?" he asked discourteously. "Off at some conference for the weekend," I replied. I rubbed my neck for a second. "So... inverse polynomials..." I started. I massaged my neck again. Carlo looked at me, concerned. "You've been rubbing your neck a lot today. Something wrong?" he asked. I shrugged. "Tight muscle, must've slept on it wrong," I replied. He inched closer to me on the sofa. "Well no wonder you don't pay attention in math," he said ironically. "Here, let me give it a rub." He reached out his hands for my neck.

I stood up for a second in pure reflex, and then relaxed. "OK," I said. Carlo stood up and I turned my back to him. His soft hands massaged my neck. It felt wonderful. I closed my eyes. It was if I was at some exotic spa, and a handsome man was massaging my neck, caressing my hair, feeling my curves, moving his hands towards my-

My eyes snapped open. One of Carlo's hands was inching down to my waist. "Carlo, what are you doing-" I tried to yank away, but Carlo held me as he kissed me on the neck.

"I just want to fuck you."

I let out a gasp as his warm hands moved down my pants, caressing me. He kissed me on the neck again. He chuckled as he looped the crucifix I wore around my neck on his wrist, and then ripped it off. I unconvincingly tried to push his hands away, to resist, be he persisted. "Just let me," he breathed into my ear and his hand reaching into my pants. His inquisitive fingers found my panties, and he began massaging my increasingly hard cock. I moaned out loud. He pulled down my pants and underwear as his other hand reached up my shirt and squeezed my hard nipples. I was breathing heavily, realizing what was happening in a faint corner of my mind even as I helped him take out my shirt. He leaned in closer, and I could feel his bulging cock rub against my back. My rational mind screamed. I had known Carlo since sixth grade, he helped me with math, he was my friend- his soft mutterings shut down the logical part of my brain. I obeyed my impulses and reach back, feeling for his pant zipper. I pulled it down in one pull, and his erect penis, seven inches of thick meat, tumbled into my hand. I began rubbing it slowly, and he let out a low moan while he continued feeling me up, I pleasuring him, he pleasuring me.

Suddenly I whipped around, a shimmer in my eye. It was as if someone else was speaking and moving my body, and I was simply observing. I bent down, pushing Carlo onto the couch, took his cock in my mouth, and began to suck, as with my other hands I removed the rest of my clothing and ripped off his shirt. I could feel his manhood throb in my mouth as I passionately wrapped my tongue around his rod. He groaned in pleasure as I enjoyed the strange and exciting sensation. Suddenly his cock convulsed, and Carlo grabbed my hair and pulled me off him as he exploded, spraying hot cum all over my face and breasts. He lay there, heaving and immensely satisfied. "That was great," he said. I looked at the hot semen on me, and began wiping it up, and, surprising myself, licking it off my fingers. It was salty, but defiantly pleasurable.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and then it opened. It was Ken, my best teen gay friend. I then realized with a shock that we had scheduled a sleep over tonight. "Sam? Where are-" he turned in me and Jon's direction and stopped there, dumbstruck. Here was me, a good teen gay, lying naked over Carlo, dripping cum. Ken closed the door slowly, still staring at us. Then he strode into the room. "What's going on?" he demanded softly. I muttered a couple of unintelligible things, but I think the only coherent words that made it out of my mouth were

"Please don't tell my parents..."

Ken looked at us both for a moment, then spoke. "I have a deal," he said decisively. "I won't tell your parents... if Carlo fucks me too." He took off his shirt, leaving his dark nipples exposed. Carlo looked at me, and I shrugged, licking the rest of Carlo's cum off of my body. Ken didn't wait another second. He dove at Carlo's cock, turning it hard and erect with a few seconds of dynamic rubbing, the he practically impaled himself on Carlo, letting out a high moan.

From there Carlo took over, thrusting in and out. I felt myself becoming wet again watching the two doing the vertical tango. After a few minutes Ken came with a melting sigh, and pulled himself off Carlo, dripping cum from his asshole as Carlo came as well. Ken caught the semen on his asshole, and he turned to me, eyes smiling wickedly. “After I had cleaned Ken, I turned back to Carlo, who was sweating as he watched us. "Now do me," I commanded, and Carlo bent over me and thrust his cock into my virginal asshole. The orgasmic feeling was like nothing I had ever experienced, and I groaned in pleasure as Carlo had his way with me. I came right before Carlo, and he pulled away as I lay out of breath. I wanted more, but Carlo shook his head. "I need some down time," he said. Ken turned to me. "That doesn't mean we can't play a little ourselves," he offered. We began massaging each other’s hard cock rubbing our bodies together. We did this for what seemed like dreamy hours, and I had several orgasms. Finally, we collapsed on each other, exhausted. I sat, meditating the events of the last few hours. Outside darkness was beginning to fall. Carlo said quietly, "I'm hungry." I was thinking on other lines. "Carlo, your parents are away tonight?" I said. "Yeah," Carlo replied. "Why?"

I smiled to myself. "We're going to have a little sleep-over."

Deep Sex Desires

"Jimm? Whise are you?" Gary cautiously entered the dark room. He had flipped on the light switch, but it didn't turn on. Maybe it was burnt out, he thought to himself. Carefully he felt his way around the furniture. When he felt the light switch in the hall, he flipped it on; still nothing. "Jimm! What's going on! This isn't funny! You're scaring me!"

Suddenly he felt an arm grab his from behind and cover his mouth. He jumped, but then relaxed when he heard Jimm's voice softly whisper in his ear. "Did I scare you?"

He turned and playfully smacked his arm. "Don't ever do that to me again! You scared me half to demise!"

"I'm sorry babyboo! I've got a surprise for you though and I didn't want you to spoil it with the lights. Now close your eyes." Gary gave him a questioning look, but then sighed and closed his eyes. It was then that he felt Jimm place a soft piece of material over his eyes. "This is just to be sure you can't see your surprise", He whispered into his ear, "Do you trust me babyboo?"

"You know I trust you Jimm!"

"Good!" He felt his lips gently brush his. He savored the moment. He loved his kisses. The soft gentle ones that made his faint away and the deep passionate ones that made his burn with craving. This kiss caused him to melt into his arms. He was putty in his hands and he knew it! Jimm led his slowly down the hallway. He felt sudden warmth when they entered the room at the end of the hall. Jimm stood his in the middle of the room and kissed him again, more fervently than before. He was hungry with desire for him. He felt his hands wander over his body, unzipping his dress for Gary is one of the teen-gay cros-dresser and letting it slide freely to the floor. His hands moved along his hips and ran along the waistband of his panties before sliding them down his legs. He stepped out of them as he moved back up, all the while his hands roamed over his body, feeling every curve, placing gentle kisses every few inches. Gary moaned softly as he let one hand linger at the delicate balls of his hard cock. His other hand reached around behind him to unfasten the snaps on his bra for Gary always wear bra for him to feel like a girl. He felt him slide the straps down his shoulders and then the bra was gone. His turgid nipples fell free and he wasted no time at all in cupping one of his turgid nipples, bringing it to his mouth and gently kissing the sensitive bud. He sighed softly. When he felt his tongue flick across it he let out a moan.

"Follow me!" He instructed, taking him by the hand and moving him to the bed. He kissed him gently, laying his back on the bed. He felt his body short of firmly against his, felt his hard cock pressed against his thigh as he deepened the kiss. He parted his lips and hungrily took his tongue inside his mouth, meeting it with his own. Their tongues danced in circles.

Gary was so lost in the moment that he hadn't even noticed him move his arms up over his head, at least, not until he felt the soft cloths wrap firmly around his wrists. "What are you doing?" he asked. There was just a hint of panic in his voice. "Sssssshhhhhhhhhhh! It's alright babyboo! You trust me, right?"

"Yes. I trust you baby!" he felt himself relax completely. He did trust him. He trusted him more than he had ever trusted any man. He tied the soft material around his wrists and reached each arm up to a corner of the bed, tying his firmly to each bedpost. Then he moved downward, letting his hands wander once again over his body, placing gentle kisses along the way. He kissed down his chest and belly, along his thighs down to his ankles. He felt him slowly slide the delicate material under his ankles and wrap it around, stretching his legs wide open and tying his feet to the bedposts at the foot of the bed. He lay there, completely exposed, unable to move, unable to see. He felt something brush his face, along his cheek, across his lips. He smelled it then, the soft petals of a rose. He felt the petals slide down his chin, his neck, along his chest, brushing lightly over his nipples.

"You are so beautiful babyboo. Just like a rose." He whispered to him. He felt his lips gently kiss each of his turgid nipples and a soft sigh escaped his lips. He longed to see him, to feel him, to touch him, to kiss him, and to taste him. His hands roamed over his body then, and he moaned softly when he felt his fingers brush over the delicate folds of his most intimate place. His lips bruhed over his as he felt the head of his cock at the entrance to his warm, wet hole. He slid himself inside of his, slowly, gently. He had never before known this kind of intimacy and it was driving his wild with passion. A hunger was growing inside of his like he had never felt before. It was as though he was awakening something in his for the very first time. He continued pumping in and out of his asshole, with slow delicate movements. He moaned softly as his lips again met his, his tongue slithering inside of his welcoming asshole. He felt as though he were on fire now. His body tightened and he tried his best to push his hips forward, despite the restrains holding his down. He reached up and released the restraints on his wrists and he threw his arms around him, holding him tight as his speed quickened. He was falling over the edge now, past the point of all reason. He loved this man and tonight they loving each other as though tomorrow would never come.

Gary's finger's combed through Jimm's hair as he lovingly kissed and caressed his turgid nipples, rolling his nipples in his mouth as he sucked on each juicy cock. He arched his back, meeting his every thrust with one of his own. The feeling of him sliding in and out of his was more than he could bear and he felt himself once again tightening as wave after wave of an intense orgasm hit his. His pace quickened again. He could feel him burying himself deeper and deeper inside of his with each powerful thrust. He was now crying out, begging him to spill his seed inside of his, longing to feel him spray that seed deep inside of his for the first time. His body again stiffened as another intense orgasm hit his. Just then Jimm's body also became stiff and his movements became slower as he thrust himself deep inside of his, spilling his seed deep inside of his longing asshole.

Jimm untied his feet and they collapsed onto each other. Curled up in each other’s arms, they slept the whole night. Gary awoke the next morning with the most amazing feeling he had ever known. He opened his eyes to find that Jimm was gone. Had it all been a dream he wondered to himself. Then rolling over he found the rose in a small vase with a note on the nightstand beside his. The note read, "To my beautiful rose. I loved loving you. Last night was only the beginning of a long lifetime of love making. Here's something to help you reflect and have sweet thoughts of the night and lifetime ahead!" Gary pulled the rose from the vase and brought it to his nose, smelling it. Last night was incredible, and it was only the start! Who knew what the future would hold for them! Gary certainly didn't, but he was more than willing to find out!