source 's note : This is not a love story, but rather designed as almost a clowning. Please accept it as such.

As high shoal go, it was small with only about 140 students. Brandon was 18 and superbly gay. More accurately, he was a precocious fire queen and it did n't disoblige him one bit. He stood a whopping 5'4"tall and was as penny-pinching as a rail. He had delicate, feminine features, sandy blonde fuzz, blue eyes and a lilting voice.

Everyone liked his upbeat, outgoing emotional state that was full of sense of humor. He did n't have a lover because the shoal was so small, but gave an occasional black eye job or very selectively allowed his cute, little ass to be plowed by the few cupboard gays and bi-curious jocks.

However, he was item in that regard, preferring diminished to mediocre cocks over the monsters. By his way of thinking, more than a mouthful was a waste, and sitting on a telephone set perch was n't a charge ; it just fucking hurt. He also did n't like for the hairy apes, intellection of one senior who was so haired that his tool looked like a push button on a fur coat.

Of grade, he had been through the wringer with every type of bullying known to man, but quickly learned to accommodate, using criminal offense as his best vindication. The jock had actually come to look up to him. In a way, he was"their"fag, and they relished it when a new student arrived to lead off his series of abuse, not knowing what he was in for.

The kickoff day of the new schooltime year was always the best. The jocks would forgather a brusk distance away from him in the hall and wait for the starting time dupe. trusted enough, some brute would start his assault."Fucking fag. Make sure enough you stay away from me, you slimy worm."

The athletic supporter looked on."Oh, this is going to be good. time lag for it. Here it comes,"they snickered in anticipation. Brandon would rise onto his pectus, locking his pegleg and arms around him like an devilfish, then mash his sassing against the aggressor 's.

The effect was stunning. The bully would panic, his eyes bulge and thrash around trying to rid himself of this cirriped. You might as well try peeling off 50 level of plastic wrap.

Unable to utter because Brandon kept a vice-grip on his lips, the maltreater could only squeal and reel around, crashing into the footlocker until Brandon suddenly jumped off and ran away, leaving the asshole in a complete shock. The jocks roared with laughter and, if the guy tried to follow him, they would tread in and tell him to leave Brandon alone.

Six hulking suspensor sent a pretty exculpated substance. Similarly, if the attack came in the schoolroom, where someone would hurtle"fag, fagot, fairy fag,"or other derogatory helping hand grenades at him, Brandon would get up, walk straight to the accuser and plant a big, wet kiss right wing on his sass, saying,"I love you, too."

The classroom would burst out in laughter and the dork would be left feeling like a complete dumbbell. Public humiliation is a wonderful thing.

Harold was also 18, and a dweeb. He was able to cite Shakspere, solve physic problems and point out every configuration in the Nox sky. No one ever called him Harry or Hal. He was Harold, a public figure that destined him to nerdness forever.

Brandon had observed, however, that he was unlike a grind in at to the lowest degree one way ; he was gorgeous, certainly by his standards. Harold did not consume the gangly, hanker stage and arms, the goofy smiling or the black-rimmed chicken feed repaired with health check tape at the bridge. He also did n't use a pocket protector full of pen. He was fair in every way ; middling meridian and weight, form and looks, brown hair and eyes, physically fit, but not athletic or brawny, friendly and brilliantly without looking down at others.

Brandon had also scoped Harold out in the shower. He needed to do this carefully, taking a few peep through the hanker fuzz that fell just below his ear as he washed his look. He faked not paying attention, lest someone beat the crap out of him.

Average cock, smooth, mostly hairless hide, and a set of firm, round buns that were to die for. Harold had no Friend to speak of, much less a girlfriend. infernal region, a maths problem would interest him more. Brandon wondered if he had ever whacked off. Probably not, he concluded. Determining the frequency of lunar tides would surely make you forget a hard-on.

Although he had no strong aroused attraction to him, Brandon had decided that his new commission in biography was to somehow get past that brain and into Harold 's bloomers. He wanted that body more than than anything else, and knew that it might be as difficult as climbing Mt. Everest, but what a challenge it would be.

Brandon deliberately chose to sit side by side to Harold in chemistry lab, watching him carefully measure different inwardness into a beaker."What would take place if you added Mg sulphate at this point ?"asked Brandon. Harold paused, furrowed his hilltop, and said the three words he despised most,"I do n't know."

Not that he thought he knew the response to every question in the world, Harold just did n't like not knowing something. Quickly checking the chemical tables in his textbook, he said,"adding magnesium sulfate to this mixture would cause the erosion of carbides, resulting in an acidic, flammable solution."Harold sighed in relief ; one to a greater extent inquiry answered and another man of information stored in his brain.

After class, Brandon was helping him crystalize up the equipment and boldly asked,"what do you love about kissing ?"Without batting an eye, Harold replied,"kissing is the procedure of placing one 's brim against another surface, living or otherwise. You may kiss the blarney I. F. Stone, a bishop 's ringing or even a pic. You may also kiss another human, such as on the forehead, cheek or lips."

"What purpose does it serve up ?"Brandon queried."From a practical standpoint, none. There is no information substitution, financial benefit or noesis gain,"Harold replied logically."Then why do so many people do it so often ?"Brandon asked, weaving his web even close.

'' Perhaps there is some primeval instinct that is satisfied. It is also an outward manifestation of affection,"Harold replied. Brandon was steering him into his trap.

"What does it feel like ? I mean, like kissing individual on the lips,"he asked with fake purity.

Then came those three dreaded words to Harold yet again."I do n't know."This prison term there was no schoolbook to check, no teacher to ask. Harold was forced to sit with his wrinkled brow and ponder.

"Well, I think we should conduct an experiment to resolve that question. You know, a real laboratory experiment,"suggested Brandon."We could go to my house after school day and do it there in a controlled environs,"he argued. Thinking about it for a minute, Harold felt that a scientific probe would be the only way to answer the enquiry, and agreed.

When Harold arrived, Brandon took him into his elbow room where he had prepared a military rank sheet."Now, you sit on the bed. Since you are the guinea pig, I 'll conduct the experiment and you can rate the force from 0-5,"he said."Let 's start with this,"he suggested, and gently kissed him on the frontal bone."How do you rate that ?"“ I give it a 0. It had no burden,"said Harold. Brandon noted it on the weather sheet, then kissed him on the cheek."That 's another 0, but maybe just above."“ Okay, now we have to incite to the lips."

Harold closed his eyes and pursed his mouth together, poking them out as far from his fount as he could. He looked like Olea europaea Oyl waiting for a kiss in a Popeye toon."No, no. Not like that. Just relax and keep your backtalk natural,"said Brandon. He leaned forward and ever so gently gave him a small kiss on the lips.

Harold opened his middle and said,"I suppose that 's a 1, but I have nix to equate it to."

"I 'll consecrate you some different sample,"Brandon said as he dropped to his knees so he was level with Harold, then softly kissed him a bit longer this time. He gave him respective light baby osculation, and finally a rich, passionate one. He was relishing Harold 's sweet brim, but stopped to see how he was reacting.

Harold 's breathing had increased slightly and his eyes appeared a bit glazed."Those, ah, were serious. I, I think the net one was a 3, but maybe a 4,"he stammered."Then we need to incur a 5, if we can,"said Brandon.

Brandon put his branch around Harold and began kissing his lip sensuously, interspersing longer buss with niggling wad. Brandon was n't going to try any tongue action at this point, afraid that it would be too practically for him to treat. Harold was now breathing harder."To be truly scientific, we need to try former areas now,"said professor Brandon.

He gently pushed Harold back on the bed, and started kissing his neck while running his hand over his pectus. Pulling up his shirt, Brandon moved down and kissed his smooth, hairless cutis."Oh, my,"Harold now panted,"that might be a 5."“ I do n't think so,"Brandon said coyly as he looked down to see the jut growing in Harold 's pants.

Unlike many males, whose nipples can actually be irritated by contact, Brandon quickly determined that Harold 's chilliness were directly wired to his dick. Every touch made that beautiful cock harder. He ventured a kiss on each, making Harold groan and thrust his pelvic arch upward.

Brandon knew it had to be done quickly to succeed in his mission. This might only be the lone opportunity he would ever have to dine on that voluptuous wonk organic structure.

With a ace gesture, he opened Harold 's pants and pulled them down with his briefs to just below his musket ball. Harold 's beautiful grueling cock slapped back against his abdominal cavity. Brandon was in heaven, staring at his modest while of wickedness pubes, hairless bag and gorgeous 6"cock. Perfection.

wasting no time, he took the gibe into his right manus and kissed the headway, then slipped it into his sass and began sucking. He worked fast, sure that Harold would n't harbour out long, and he was right.

It took all of 60 seconds before Harold let out a meretricious moan and scoot his sperm into his lip. Grabbing Brandon 's header with both custody, Harold continued to dismiss cum into him, grunting with each flak.

Brandon did n't reckon, but Harold just continued to fill his mouth with hot cream. Brandon swallowed everything and felt him decelerate almost to a period, then buck his articulatio coxae and erupt like a volcano again, dumping another few shots into his oral cavity. Only Harold, probably with long time of pent-up juice, could pull off a rarified double-orgasm.

He finally let Harold 's cock slip from his mouth, noticing that it was n't even going flaccid much. Mt. Everest had been climbed !

As Harold panted helplessly in a daze, Brandon pulled all of Harold 's remaining clothes off, moved up, and kissed his chest and neck."Now that 's a 5,"he whispered into his ear.

Stripping himself bare, Brandon told Harold that it was now his turn to continue the experiment so that he could rate the kisses. Although primitive coming into this, Harold was a straightaway learner and understood exactly what was going on.

"okay, I 'll let him charge per unit my kiss,"he thought to himself. Besides, his cock was raging again and had taken over his learning ability. He ran his eye over Brandon 's skinny frame, milky-white hide and hard 5"stopcock with just a tussock of pubic hair above it.

Harold got up from the bed and wrapped his implements of war around Brandon, feeling his warm, smooth material body against his own. It was totally new to him, but Harold buried his grimace into his neck, taking in the perfume like a narcotizing, and started kissing him gently, moving to his lips for the first candy kiss he had ever offered to anyone.

It was sheer bliss as he pressed his eager mouth to Brandon 's, then pulled away and asked,"how do you rate that ?"“ Maybe a 3,"Brandon said with a smile."You just need more practice."

Harold kissed him again, this time easygoing, not trying to crush his face. With every kiss, he learned to decompress and open his lips, sometimes just giving him a light touch and then pulling away, but always coming back for more. Brandon moved his hand over those fluid, firm fundament he had admired so often in the shower.

Harold 's cock was screaming as it pressed against Brandon 's mild skin, and, when Brandon nudged his asshole with his fingertip, he could n't take it any more. Wrapping him in a rigorous embrace, Harold moaned as he released another flood of jizz between their consistency. Brandon could experience the hot goo between them and thought,"oh no, what a barren of perfectly good cum,"but again found that Harold 's cock never softened.

Harold fell to his knees and licked up the cum smeared over Brandon 's abdomen. A bit salty, somewhat bitterly, not exactly gourmet, but he could palm it. He moved down and gently held Brandon 's balls in his hand while kissing the knock head of his cock, then slid his mouth over it and began to move his top dog up and down the shaft, not thinking to suck.

"Oh, Harold, suck it, suck it !"Brandon pleaded. Harold applied adequate sucking to draw out his balls through his dick."Ohhhhhhh, yeah. That 's it,"Brandon moaned, running his hands through Harold 's brownness hair's-breadth.

Harold sucked faster, bobbing up and down like a yo-yo until he felt Brandon 's testicle tighten and let out a loud groan as he erupted into his lip. Harold was surprised by the gushes of steaming ball bonanza that filled his backtalk, not quite for sure what to do. Instinctively, he swallowed some, but swished the residual around with his tongue, savoring the acerb taste.

Harold released Brandon 's cock from his mouth, and stood up to hug him, who had cum so hard he needed support to sustain standing."Was that a 5 ?"Harold asked. Between deep gulps and breathing space for air, Brandon managed to say,"oh yeah, oh yeah."

Harold was pleased.

Once he regained his senses, Brandon took a pipe of lotion from his nightstand and got onto the bed on his deal and human knee, his ass veneer Harold and his unwavering stopcock."We have to continue the experimentation. You need to kiss this,"Brandon said, running his hand over his ass. Seeing that Harold looked a bit anxious, he said with a smile,"remember, it 's all in the name of science."

Harold got to his knees and placed a small kiss on his rectify cheek, then another on his left. He continued kissing his smooth, hairless fanny until, without knowing why, he began to lap them. Brandon spread his legs, inviting Harold 's tongue to his pucker. Harold obliged and ran his tongue along his crack, finally flicking it around his little bunghole.

"Oh, Harold, that 's so trade good, but I need you inside me right now,"he begged. Brandon took the application and lubed Harold 's stiff rod, nearly making him cum in the mental process. binding in lieu, Harold grabbed his peter and shoved the integral thing into his ass with one thrust. Brandon 's capitulum shot up and he gasped, but knew it was his first time and could forgive the insistent ram.

Harold put his men on Brandon 's hips and began thrusting into his smoldering slide with increasing speed and force out, his balls slapping against his ass. The compactness and heat drove him wild, and it did n't take hanker for his stallion physical structure to be wracked with orgasmic convulsions as he drained his balls into him, shooting wad after wad of hot, liquid love.

Harold collapsed onto Brandon, his cock still inside him ; dizzy, fatigued, panting, his mind reeling. Brandon was surprised to feel his cock finally soften.

Trading places, Brandon now enjoyed his opportunity to taste that beautiful geek, unaffected ass. He kissed every column inch of Harold 's smooth out globes, licking, sucking, devouring them.

Worming his lingua into his kettle of fish, Harold moaned with pleasure at the new feeling that sent shudder through his consistence. Brandon stood up, lubed himself and slowly, gently prodded Harold with the head of his hard cock, slipping it just inside of him and holding sweetheart. Harold jumped at the invasion, but loosened his muscleman to live with the minor shaft.

With tardily, measured thrusts, Brandon began to fuck him, feeling the niggardness of his Virgo ass surround his dick. Pumping faster and harder, Brandon grabbed Harold 's hips and rammed into him like a demon until shooting burst after volley of boiling sperm into his bowels. Totally spent, Brandon fell onto the bed, his center closed, covered with sweat and unable to stand.

It took several minutes, but when he had finally recovered and opened his eyes, Brandon was shocked. Looking through the prospicient, light-haired hair matted to his sweaty fount, Brandon saw Harold standing in strawman of the bed stroking his rock-hard cock with a blanket grinning and devilish look on his face.

tone like Dr. Frankenstein, Brandon thought to himself,"oh, my, I 've created a monster."

Indeed he had, yet the experiment needed to continue because"it was all in the name of scientific discipline ! ”